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HarryMort Prompt Night 20.12.13

There's supposed to be a cheat spell for happyness

By YumeNoTsuzuki (AO3)

After Hogwarts, Harry tries, and fails, to become an auror. So he winds up working in a strip joints. Pole dancing, excessive alcohol consumption, and/or crossdressing and high heels... And a patron with a hooded face and plenty of money to go around...!

Cupiditas

Chapter 1

When he had entered the club for the first time a fortnight ago, all he could focus on was her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Long black hair flowing all the way down her back until it ended bellow her ass that was clad in a black mini skirt. Besides the mini skirt, her unbelievable body was also partially hidden in a thight emerald top and black high heels. The colour of her top made her eyes shimmer like the stones her top's colour was named after.

She danced around the pole on the stage as if it were a real, living person. Which was a feat he had not thought possible. He surely was impressed by it.

Once he was able to tear himself from the dancer, he actually took a look around the club and, once he saw the bar, he made his way through the other patrons to get himself a drink, and hopefully, some information on the beauty as well.

He was frustrated! The barman couldn't tell him amything about his infatuation - because that was what she was by now - except the name she was known under, which was, quite logically, "Emerald". He neither got to know her age, nor where she lived or where she came from. Therefore, he was left with no other option but to try and talk to her himself. And talk to her he would. No matter what took for him to achieve it. Because she was what he wanted right now. And what Lord Voldemort, the last heir of Salazar Slytherin, wanted, Lord Voldemort got. That was a fact. And no, he didn't behave like a little child throwing a tantrum. He'll crucio anyone who would mention anything even distantly related to such a comment. He was the Dark Lord, after all.

"Emerald, have you noticed the man who came for the first time a fortnight ago, and every night since?"

"Do you mean the one who always keeps his face hidden in the shadows of his hood? Ho always orders one of the most expensive drinks at the bar?"

"Yes, it's him I talk about. Do you also know that he asks everyone about you? He seems to want to know everything there is about you; your real name, where you live, where you're from, how old you are, what you did before you started here and so on."

"Creepy. He hasn't approached me, so far. I'm wondering how much longer it will take him to do so? What do you know about him?"

"I don'tthink you'll have to wait much longer for him to come up to yourself withhis questions, especially as he isn't getting any real information from us. And we don't know anything about him except that he seems to have a lot of money for him to be able to come here every night and to always buy one of the most expensive drinks we have. After all, we don't even know what his face looks like because of his stupid hood."

"Oh, well, we'll find out more about him once he talks to me. And I'll tell you everything about him afterwards, so you can check him. As always."

"Sure thing, Emerald."

~*~ two weeks later ~*~

"Emerald, may I talk to you for a moment?"

Emerald turned around and came face to face, or, more acurately, face to hood, with the hooded patron.

"Hello, stranger. Sure, as long as you take off this hood of yours. Because I don't fancy talking to someone without seeing their face."

"If I am to lower my hood, could we at least go somewhere noone else will be able to see my face? Because me hiding my face is for a reason. I don't want anyone to be able to recognize me."

"We could go to one of the Separée. And there you will take your hood off, and I also have to inform my boss first, as I still are supposed to be working for another two hours."

The hooded patron nodded and followed Emerald to inform her boss about her whereabouts in the next half hour or so.

"So, now that we are in a room whitout anyone else, would you please lower your hood?", Emerald asked assoon as the two of them sat down in the comfortable armchairs provided in the room.

The stranger didn't give her a verbal answer, but lifted his hands and lowered the hood hiding his face.

The face that appeared left Emerald speechless and absolutely shocked. How did he find me here, when no one else did? Does he even know who I am?