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Rhythm
The room was dark, the music loud and a slightly musky scent filled the air when he entered his favourite club.
A small smile on his face he made his way to the bar. He sat down and only seconds later a drink stood in front of him. Courtesy of one of the other patrons, no doubt. After his first visit he never even once had to pay for any of his drinks, it was amusing to say at least.
He finished his drink a few minutes later, stood up, gave a sign to the DJ and made his way to the dance floor.
Reaching the dance floor with the first beats of "Rhythm is a dancer" all eyes were on him. It was his theme song. The song that would start a show to mesmerizing even to attempt to describe it.
Ignoring the stares of his fellow patrons he closed his eyes and just let go, moving with the beat always in perfect synchronisation his movements as enchanting as his looks. The messy raven hair, the gorgeous green eyes in the soft still slightly boyish face, skin from the colour of alabaster a lean and muscular body clad in tight fitting black leather. Rhythm they called him as no one knew his real name, yeah most didn't know if he was really a human or just a personification of the beat.
He sometimes wasn't really sure himself cause when he stood on the dance floor there was nothing left of what he was during the day. There was just the beat he felt in his soul, that enchanted him as much as he enchanted the ones around him. He was a puppet and the music was his master and it was good like that.
Minutes became hours and he still was dancing, never stopping before the break of dawn. Pearls of sweet were running down his body, his eyes glazed in trance but glowing in an eerie green light and some said he even had a deep green aura surrounding him.
At dawn he finally left the dance floor and made his way to the exit, looking one last time back at the club he visited nearly everyday for two months. Tomorrow the new school year would begin and with Voldemort around he doubted he would find time to come back here next year. He sighted and left, never to return again.
Fifteen years later he would read a article in the Daily Prophet concerning the dramatic increase of muggleborn students at Hogwarts. And that investigations brought to light that a lot of them had two things in common. First: At least one of the parents visited a small club at the outskirts of London during the time of Rhythm, further investigations showed that Rhythm was a mysterious figure who many thought of as the very personification of the beat, and second: They all had eerie green eyes even through most of the parents hadn't.
Reading this he would suddenly break into a fit of laughter and his oldest son, James Sirius, who would start Hogwarts next year would look over his shoulder, read the article and mumble something about his father being a few ingredients short of a potion.