Freedom Chapter 1
It was early evening on Privet Drive; the sun cast long shadows as it dipped behind the distant horizon. The suburban streets were as quiet as they ever got and the occasional door slamming or dog barking was scarcely noticed as everyone enjoyed their evening meals in the blessed coolness of the break in the heat wave. But at number four a large purple looking man was dragging his nearly sixteen year old nephew down the stairs by the arm. "Come ON boy! We'll be late!"
"Please Uncle Vernon! Please, don't make me go!" his nephew begged.
The boy's uncle gave his a slap around the back of his head, "You know the rules, if you don't behave yourself and work then you don't get fed!"
"I'm sorry Uncle, I'll be good, I promise," The boy answered sadly, he looked down at his clothes that made up his work 'uniform' and felt disgusted. The leather pants were tight in all the right places and the green silken shirt fitted him like a second skin over it he had to wear a dark denim jacket and black boots that came all the way to his knees. The Boy knew that it looked good and under any other circumstances he would feel quite sexy wearing this sort of clothing, it was his 'job' that made him disgusted.
By the time he had come out of his thoughts he was already sitting in Uncle Vernon's car and half way to their destination. His Uncle ignored him most of the way, when they were almost at the decrepit old pub, his Uncle addressed him, "Harry, I'll collect you when your shift is over, don't you dare do any of you funny business!" He snapped.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry answered.
Harry and Vernon entered through the back door of the pub walked through the kitchen and up the stairs to meet the owner of the pub, Mr. Witherson, he was a man of medium build with brown hair and eyes, he looked about 37 years old and was utterly ordinary the perfect disguise for someone who ran an illegal hooker joint out the back of his pub.
"Ah, Harry just on time my dear; your usual room is ready for you. And keep up the good work I've gotten a lot of complements about you."
"Yes sir," Harry answered, as he walked away he heard Uncle Vernon bargaining with Mr. Witherson to get a bigger cut of Harry's earnings.
Harry walked half way down the hall until he reached the door marked:
RAVEN
Male; 16; HJ/BJ only
£50-£100/hr
Here was where Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, was sealed behind Occlumency shields and the alias of Raven was projected. Raven opened the pine wood door and gracefully walked into the room, he only had an hour before business hours started and he needed to prepare himself.
This is an experimental chapter, I've written four nearly five chapters of this fiction. If I get enough positive feed back I will continue.
