Disclaimer: The canon characters, places etc obviously belong to J.K. Rowling, the rest belong to me! :) I'm only going to write this once because you all know I'm only doing this for fun and not making any money from it.

A/N - Thank you so much for clicking on my story! You may just be discovering me as an Author or you may have read my previous fic 'Potions and Unforeseen Urges' and are curious to see what I'm going to do next! Well if you have read 'Potions and Unforeseen Urges' this story is nothing like that... this one is way more mature, it's going to be quite dark in parts but it's going to be sexy as hell *wink* - Those of you who haven't read 'Potions and Unforeseen Urges' go and read it as soon as you're up to date with this one! hehe I'm so pushy... no seriously please give it a go, I will be forever grateful :)

God knows how long this story is going to be... I think I'll just see how it unravels in my mind and go from there. My last story was only suppose to be a short one but ended up being over 110K words with 25 Chapters... :|

WARNINGS: There is going to be BDSM in this story... so rough sex, use of toys, bondage etc. I'm not going to take it too far but then again what you class as too far I might not! LOL. So yeah, explicit sexual content, bad language, drinking and drug use, MENTION of rape - there will be no rape scenes, I repeat NO RAPE SCENES, I'm only mentioning it. That will be all.

Okay, off we go! Enjoy :)

Chapter 1 - The Invitation

~Friday 31st October 2008~

As Harry sat on one of the backless wooden stools situated at the long bar in the Three Broomsticks, sipping on his fifteen minute old firewhisky, he began to contemplate his life and what he'd done with it so far.

Life. Could he even call it that?

The meaning of life is a philosophical and spiritual question concerning the significance of life or existence in general. It can be expressed in many different forms and has been the subject of much scientific and theological speculation throughout history.

In Harry's opinion life should be about, purpose, goals, positivity, passion, values, growth, love, freedom, gratitude, family, friends, spontaneity, no regrets, escaping your comfort zone, taking part in new, exciting and crazy things, simply living life to it's fullest!

Hardly any of these applied to him, he was existing but on the most basic of levels. He had no purpose, goals or values. He was negative, never expressed emotion, purely because nothing seemed to excite him anymore, he didn't even get sad or angry, happy or ecstatic. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd laughed, like really laugh. A laugh that made your face and stomach ache resulting in tears.

He did love his family and friends though but just never told them or showed it. He was in a mind numbingly boring, dead end job at the Ministry, with no room for growth. He had no ambitions or aspirations, no plans for a better future. No partner, relationship or sex life to even speak of. He was never spontaneous, never did anything crazy or ventured outside of his comfort zone... he was just there, existing but not actually living and wasn't that a completely depressing thought.

Okay so he lied, he did feel emotion, just one emotion... depression.

How did this happen?

How did he get here, to this very point in his life?

All of his friends were doing great. All seemed really happy, they were in their dream jobs, went on regular holidays, were very active and social, caught up with each other once a week (Harry hadn't attended any social gatherings in well over two months). They were living life like it was suppose to be lived, they were doing it the right way.

So what happened to Harry?

How did he get so sidetracked?

He never used to be like this, when he left school he planned to become an Auror but of course that never ended up happening. He supposed that was the start of everything going pear shaped. His life was like a domino effect. As the years went by things just got progressively worse, his life became meaningless, boring, unimaginative, there was no fun in it, he had no passion or drive, which resulted in him becoming depressed and a social recluse. Was it really any wonder he was single?

It also didn't help that he was gay and not one single person knew it. His friends used to try and set him up on dates, hoping he would find "the one" his "life partner" just like they all had. It was a shame the women they always try to set him up with were the wrong sex. Not that it was their fault mind you, how were they to know? Anyway they had long since stopped trying to force Witches on him but instead just let him be.

Truth was Harry didn't want to come out, for no other reason than he couldn't be arse with the hassle of explaining it to everyone and also the Reporters would never leave him alone.

Over the years he'd had four relationships with guys, all under the guise of Marcus Green, a non-existent Wizard Harry had thought up. He used to Glamour himself and go out on dates etc, even have sex with random men he met on nights out. There were some that he really liked; the four guys he stupidly tried to have relationships with but of course they never lasted because it was all a big fat lie. As soon as things started getting serious "Marcus Green" would disappear, so to speak. It was just too hard keeping up false appearances and he did not want them to know who he really was.

"Would you like another one Harry?" Madam Rosmerta asked, holding up a smoking bottle of fire whiskey.

Harry glanced at her. "Yeah, why not," he muttered tonelessly.

"Oh what's with the long face?" she intoned.

"Nothing, just thinking how shit my life is," Harry deadpanned staring ahead at the wall of booze, before taking a long swig of his freshly poured drink.

"Surely not," Madam Rosmerta chirped. "You're Harry Potter!"

Merlin how he hated it when people said that... and why, just because he was Harry fucking Potter, did everyone assume that he would be happy and successful in everything he did? It was irritating.

"No really, my life is shit," Harry looked over at her, his face a blank mask. "It's boring and there is absolutely nothing worth living for."

She gasped at his words.

Oh great, now he sounded like a suicidal freak that's about to top himself at any minute... Ah well. Whatever.

"You don't mean that?" she asked softly, hand clutched to her chest.

Harry sighed. "No I don't mean it," he lied. "It's just been a rough day that's all."

He lied like this a lot, especially to Hermione, who was too observant for her own good. Sometimes it took Harry hours to persuade her that he was happy and okay. Fortunately he was getting rather good at it.

Madam Rosmerta smiled. "You shouldn't work yourself too hard love, make some time for yourself and have some fun. You're only, what... twenty eight?"

Harry nodded draining the rest of his drink in one.

Twenty eight? Jeez, he felt about eighty.

"Can I have the bill please Rosmerta?"

She smiled, bustling off down to the other end of the bar, returning a moment later with a narrow piece of parchment.

Harry settled his bill, thanking her by leaving a hefty tip and stood up. He wobbling a little as he struggled to pull on his jacket.

Wow, he was more drunk than he'd originally thought.

He navigated his way through the bar keeping his head bowed and ignored anyone who tried to strike up a conversation with him, then finally stepped out into the crisp night air.

The icy coldness hit him square in the face, giving him a well needed wake up call.

It was late, Harry could tell by the darkness of the Village's main strip. All the lights in the shops and apartments were out, leaving only the street lamps glowing dimly, hardy any use at all.

"Hello there Harry," came an unfamiliar, cool, female voice from behind him.

Harry groaned, sagging a little as he looked up towards the heavens. He turned around slowly to face a stunning Witch he'd never met or even laid eyes on before.

Of course that didn't mean anything, he always had random people coming up to him, calling him by his first name like they personally knew him.

"Yes?" Harry bit out rudely.

He looked her up and down, taking in her full appearance. She was very beautiful with striking angular features and lovely, long, thick black hair. She was wearing a heavy silver dress coat with a wide white fur trim that just about grazed the floor. Her eye make-up was dramatic to the point that you couldn't help but stare. Harry thought she looked half Asian. She kind of reminded him of Cho Chang.

At his assessment a smile curled her dark burgundy red lips.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Harry asked frowning when she didn't say anything.

She raised an amused brow. "No, but there's something that I can help you with," she looked him up and down in a predatory sort of way.

Harry laughed humorlessly, scrubbing his hands over his face. "I very much doubt that."

Was she coming onto him?

Harry waited for her to say more, why? he had no idea. He should just turn around and go home but there was something intriguing about her and he wasn't going to lie he was curious to see what she had to say next. No one had made him feel this way in years. Of course he wasn't attracted to her, he was just... fascinated. She had an unusual air about her, like the way she held herself. He wasn't sure exactly what it was about her that got him interested, perhaps it was her intense commanding eyes?

He stood there for three whole minutes, which actually felt like hours and still she didn't say anything. She just stared at him, head tilted to the side as if analysing him like he was some kind of difficult puzzle that needed solving.

Feeling extremely awkward and uncomfortable, whilst shifting uneasily from foot to foot, Harry finally muttered sarcastically. "Well, this has been fun. I'm going to go now," he shook his head in annoyance and turned around to stalk off towards the Apparition point.

What the hell was wrong with him! Standing there like an idiot while some nut job just stared at him like he was some sort of freak show.

He continued to mutter angrily to himself all the way down the cobbled road until he reached the corner where Honey Dukes was situated and then turned a sharp left.

"Argh!" he jumped, hearting beating frantically in his chest.

What the...?

"How did you get here so fast?" Harry demanded of the Witch, eyes wide.

She couldn't Apparate there was only one Apparition point in the whole of Hogsmeade and this was it!

"I have my ways," she lilted in a deep seductive voice.

"What do you want?" Harry asked impatiently.

She reached inside her coat pocket and pulled out a small piece of card.

"This is for you," she smiled mysteriously.

Harry narrowed his eyes taking the proffered card from her and turned it over in his hands.

It was just a simple piece of white card, nothing special. One side was completely blank, while the other had beautifully scripted black writing that read:

Voluptatem Atque Dolor

He had no clue what it meant, or even what language it was in, although he had a feeling it'd be Latin or something similar.

Harry frowned. "What's this?"

"It's an invitation," she replied simply.

"An invitation?" he repeated. It was the most peculiar looking invitation he'd even received.

"Yes," she licked her top lip. "That Harry," she pointed to the card. "Is an invitation to one of the most exclusive gilded clubs in the world."

"A club?" Harry laughed. "I don't do clubs," he tried handing it back to her.

"Weren't you just saying your life was shit and you had nothing worth living for?" she countered.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Were you eavesdropping?" he asked. He couldn't remember seeing her in the pub and he would have definitely noticed her. It was hard not to.

She shrugged her shoulders daintily with a sassy little smirk.

Harry smiled at her reluctantly. "Okay, okay. So what is this club?"

"That, I can't tell you. You will have to come and see for yourself," she challenged.

Harry pursed his lips.

Was this some kind of a joke?

Was someone setting him up?

Was it a trap?

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You can call me Serena."

"Okay Serena, how do I know you're not just having me on and this is just some hoax?"

"I am not having you on Harry," she said face going serious. "but it is up to you if you want to join the club or not. You get one entry to see if it's to your liking. If it is, you can sign up and become a full fledge member... and if it's not," she shrugged. "Well, you can go on your merry way. Just know, you will be making the biggest mistake of your life if you don't at least come and see what it's all about," she stepped closer. "This is an elite club, not just anyone can join. Members are specially hand picked. Remember that."

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and a huge whitish-grey plume of vapor exploded from his mouth.

He swallowed thickly. "Okay, you have my attention," he stated.

"I knew I would get it eventually, I always do," she said confidently.

"So where is this club?" Harry asked. "How do I get there? and what does this mean?" he added in a rush, holding up the card.

"Blood is the key," she answered cryptically with a grin. "I hope to see you very soon Harry," and just like that she vanished, Apparating away without another word.

"Wait!" Harry yelled into thin air.

Shit!

He look down at the card again, staring transfixed at the three unfamiliar words.

Voluptatem Atque Dolor

Blood is the key? What the fuck was that suppose to mean?

He growled in frustration, before Apparating to the front door of his house - 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Kreacher!" he bellowed stomping through the front door.

"Yes Master," the old House-elf bowed suddenly right in front of Harry in the narrow hallway.

"Can you make me a sandwich and bring me a pot of tea?"

Kreacher's eyebrows rose comically. "Tea? Yes Master! I will bring it right away."

Harry almost laughed out loud. Yes it was certainly odd him asking for tea at 1 o'clock on a Saturday morning, he would usually be demanding more alcohol.

He swayed into the drawing room and pulled open the wooden cabinet that held all kinds of different Potions. He rummaged through them until he found a particularly disgusting green coloured concoction. He pulled out the cork hastily before chugging it down, almost choking on the vile tang that assaulted his tastebuds.

"Blargh!" he wince.

Instantly he felt himself sober up. It had been a long while since he'd used a Sober-up Potion but at that moment it was absolutely necessary, he needed his sense's sharp if he wanted to figure out how to find this club.

He sat heavily in his usual seat, a large comfy padded arm chair and tried to make sense of the emotions currently coursing through him.

His heart was beating fast, he felt giddy and excited.

He let out a small breathy laugh. He thought he'd never feel this way again, he had actually begun to think he'd imagined ever feeling like this before.

"Master," Kreacher place a hearty ham, salad sandwich on the coffee table, along with a steaming pot of tea.

"Thank you Kreacher," Harry half smiled. "Go and rest now, I will clean up."

The house-elf looked at him with large doey-eyes before bowing low and disappearing with a small crack.

Harry grabbed for his sandwich demolishing it in a few bites and then poured himself a cup of tea, all the while his eyes darting back to the card that lay innocently on the arm of his chair.

What an odd woman Serena was. It was so weird how she just turned up out of the blue, giving Harry an invitation to an elite exclusive club, if such a thing even existed - although he couldn't help but believe everything she'd said was true.

He wondered what sort of a club it was. Would it involve games? dancing? sport? books? (Merlin forbid), or would it just be simple socialising, where they'd sit around talking, eating and drinking. If that were the case why was she being so secretive? Or was it all just an act to pique his interests so he'd go?

Either way, his interests were certainly piqued, well done Serena. You have done what no one has been able to do in years. Bravo.

Now how to find out where the damn club was.

Blood is the key.

That didn't make any sense.

Maybe all he had to do was a location spell? To do one, all you needed was something that belonged to the place or person you were looking for.

He held up the card, it obviously came from the club.

Locus he tapped his wand on the surface but nothing happened.

He tried again, still nothing happened.

He sighed.

She said blood is the key so of course a simple location spell wasn't going to cut it.

He narrowed his eyes as a sudden thought came to him.

"Blood," he muttered to himself. Then stood up in search of something sharp.

He found a serrated knife he usually used for chopping up Potion ingredients and slashed it across the pad of his index finger.

Dark purpley coloured blood welled instantly and began to run in rivulets down his finger, it was mesmerising to watch.

Shaking his head to clear it, he walked back over to the coffee table where the card lay, exactly where he'd left it, and tilted his hand so the blood dripped in huge droplets to land over the words Voluptatem Atque Dolor.

A smug smile tugged at his lips as he watched the blood literally get sucked into the card and vanish.

He stuck his finger in his mouth, licking and sucking the blood away as he pick up the card, turning it over.

The side that was blank only a moment ago, was now covered in the same scripted writing that was on the front, only it was red and not black.

Harry's heart started to beat faster as he read what it said.

Saturday 1st November at 8 o'clock in the evening.

The invitation know's where, hold it close.

Saturday 1st? That was tomorrow.

Holy shit, did he want to go on such short notice?

What would he wear?

The invitation know's where, hold it close. Did that mean it was a Portkey?

He chewed on his lip undecided on what to do.

Fuck it! He thought, what's the worst that could happen?

He'd go and see what all the fuss was about, then he'd leave and get on with his life. He was more or less sure the club was going to end up being a huge disappointment but he'd still go, even if just to prove himself right.

"Till tomorrow then," Harry said out loud and threw the card back on the table. He quickly turned all the lights off before slowly climbing the narrow steep stairs to his bedroom.

That night he had strange dreams that all revolved around the mysterious Serena, in one he was just simply having dinner with her like she was an old friend but then in another he was alone with her in a dark eerie room, where she'd just stared at him blankly, not moving or saying a word. He'd woke up with a start feeling extremely unnerved but the next morning when he'd woke up to the dull grey Saturday morning light streaming through a crack in his curtains, he didn't remember the dreams at all.

A/N: Soooooo, thoughts please? Do you like? I hope so!