Twenty-Five Years Later: A Harry Potter fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It is JK Rowling's. If it was mine, Ginny would be dead, Sirius would be alive, and Harry would be gay.
Just so everyone knows, this story will contain Slash (Boy on Boy action), Incest (Later Chapters), Abuse, Prostitution, and possibly several other things along those lines. And for those who like Ginny, I plan to be very nasty to her. I hate her. Hate, Hate, HATE! My least favorite part of the 7th book is that he ends up married to her. I'll keep him married to her, but he'll hate her and be gay. Also, even though she's awesome, Hermione has to come of as a bad guy for the first little bit. But she'll be alright later
Chapter One: Clubbing
"Harry, you barely talk to me, you're ignoring Lily and Albus, you always work late, our marriage is breaking apart, and the only person you really talk to is James. Please tell me what's wrong." Ginny said as she blocked Harry's way from the door.
"There's nothing wrong, but I really need to go to the office now." Harry responded as she pushed her out of the way.
As he walked down the path, Ginny went to the lounge room and poured herself another glass of wine.
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As Harry was walking down the path, he was thinking carefully.
Ginny and Ron had been fighting ever since he and Hermione got divorced since Ron came out of the closet. Ginny had thought it was unfair that Hermione was always looking after the kids, even though she had made sure Ron couldn't corrupt them or try to rape her son.
But Ginny wouldn't listen. She just sided with Hermione. Harry and Ron still talked, so Harry heard about Ron's latest conquests. Ron had once offered to take him to one of his favorite clubs, but Harry had refused, Now he was wondering if the offer was still open.
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"Hey Ron"
"Hey Harry, kind of busy right now"
"Going to a club?"
"Yeah; why?"
"Wondering if that offer to go with you was still open."
"Sure. Want to meet at my place."
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Harry arrived at Ron's house and was greeted by his cat.
"Hey Bean." Harry said as he scratched her chin.
"Hey Harry, just be a minute." Ron called out from somewhere in the house.
Harry walked inside and sat down on the couch. Bean was so cute. Ron was pretty well off for a divorcee. He has a lifetime membership to a strip club, one hell of an expensive house, and new clothes for basically every day.
"Hey Harry," Ron said, shocking Harry out of his train of thought.
"Huh. Oh. Wow, you look great Ron," Harry remarked, after seeing Ron's suit.
"Leather. Custom made. Like it?"
"Yeah, it looks great on you."
"Lets get going," Ron said as he headed out the door.
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"So, you finally left the bitch, huh Harry?" Ron remarked with an enormous grin on his face.
"Well, not exactly." Harry responded.
"So, she doesn't know then?"
"Not really. She might take a hint of how much I hate her though."
"Good job"
"Yeah. Oh, and we're here."
"Here? But this is an art gallery. James must have dragged me here a thousand times."
"Yeah, but one of its paintings is a portkey. Designed to let us get there without any fuss along the way and the owner never notices all the people who use it because of an illusion cast upon it."
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The entrance painting was rather a bland piece, something Harry had noticed out of the corner of his eye a hundred times, but never actually payed any attention to.
The portkey was rather an advanced one, it just dragged you to it's sister key, but it only worked with a password.
"Seduncio" Ron whispered into the portkey, right before Harry's world fell through and reassembled itself into this silver room with soft blue lighting.
"Ron, this place is great."
"Yeah, I love it."
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"Hey Jon." Ron yelled to the man at the door.
"Ah, Ronald. And who's your friend? One of the pups?"
"Nah, he's my friend Harry. Surprised it took someone married to my sister this long to turn."
"Alright then. Nice to meet you Harry."
"Same. Jon, was it?"
"Yeah. Now then. Ron, I'll assume you want Blaise again?"
"Yeah. Harry, the 'escorts' here can take any form. Shapeshifters. Why don't you tell Jon what you want."
"I've got no idea. Ron, you've known me for ages. Any idea who I'd like."
"You're kidding me, right Harry?"
"Umm, not really."
"How about Cole. And Black hair, kind of matted. Rough, slightly sunken face. Oh, and definitely long."
"Sound's Familiar. Who's that Ron?"
"Firstly, you for about 2 years after we graduated, and secondly, Sirius during our fourth year."
"Shit. I think I actually forgot about Sirius. Not sure if I've ever even told the kids about him"
"Forgot about him? You had a crush on him for, like, half of school."
"How the hell'd you know about that?"
"We shared a dorm, and I'm a light sleeper. You can get pretty, um, vocal, in your dreams. Other than the getting woken up, they were actually pretty hot."
"Ron, you perv." Harry said then slapped him over the head.
"Hey, I wasn't the one who was moaning for my godfather."
"So, are you two going to stand around reminiscing about teenage perversion, or go into the club."
"Club for me. You Harry?"
"Yeah, may as well."
"Alright, Ron you're in the Blue Room again, and Harry, I'll show you to the Pink Room."
With that, Ron wished Harry his best, and walked off, and Jon ushered Harry through the door.
End of Chapter One
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