A/N: Hello People! This is my first fanfic. No warnings at the moment. Oh, it's slash and maybe a threesome at points. Does promiscuity deserve a warning? There's an OC warning...I think thats all. Enjoy! R&R, please.
"You could be so much more than this…if you knew the truth…"
Harry sighed and opened his eyes. It was always the same dream. Darkness, the voice and then he'd awaken, overwhelmed with an emotion he couldn't name. Something like love and hate. Somewhere between there.
Sighing again he sat up. "Off to work then." He muttered grabbing a pair of jeans from the chair beside his bed.
He watched traffic go by, bored. Glitz and glamour America want. Of course being in a foreign county for the summer didn't mean that he could "slack" along with his usual chores he now had a job at a local café. At least he used to. The café job was filled with students, as patrons and workers, including a fascinating girl that had spoken about two words to Harry in the week that he had worked there. She had a thick Southern accent that made her near impossible for him to understand, a big conversation limiter.
Other than that she was mostly normal, except for her makeup. Every day she came to work with art, from eyeliner he'd discerned from a conversation with one of her customers, that could span to the corner of her eyebrow or to her collarbone. As much as she smiled at the tables she waited on and kept their drinks full they always stared. Some even asked about it and she always answered them whether they were sincere or mocking.
It was fine until two girls even Harry recognized as bitches, one bore a resemblance to Pansy Parkinson that was hard to ignore, reported her to the manager, something about scaring them and being unclean. The girl, by then Harry had learned that her name was Kai of all things, had argued back and it all lead to her being publicly ripped apart by the manager. After the even she'd gone to wash her face clean and finished her shift quietly. 10 minutes later, when his own shift ended Harry sat beside her on the bench at the is stop and tried, and failed horribly, to apologize for what had happened. She'd shrugged and smiled. "Never let 'em see you sweat" She drawled out sweetly before leaving.
The next day she'd come beautifully and colorfully decorated. When she was promptly fired Harry had followed. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. She'd simply shook her head and invited him to come to her home and look for jobs. Which was where he was going now.
Hopping off the bus he looked at the relatively nice apartments before knocking on one of the ground level doors.
A heavily tattooed man answered the door and Harry felt his mouth dry up.
"I'm looking for Kai…"
The man nodded. "She's in here somewhere." He walled away from the door.
Hey! You made it!" She waved from the kitchen then took a long pull from something that had to be alcoholic, judging from the way she was gulping at it.
When she came up for air she beckoned him closer.
"Want some?"
"What's in it?" He looked at her cautiously.
She shrugged. "Water. Chemicals. Some orange somewhere… Its orange juice, dork."
"Oh. No thanks."
She shrugged again and walked away. When she reappeared Harry realized what was different. Her face, devoid of its usual art had gained jewelry. Her lip and eyebrow were adorned with three rings each of green, black and silver. He thought briefly of Slytherin.
"You like?" She asked. "My tongue's done too." She stuck it out and Harry understood why she was sometimes impossible to understand. Her tongue had been split cleanly down the middle. He wondered why he hadn't noticed before as she wiggled each half separately.
"That" he said slowly "is incredibly hot."
She only grinned in response. "Makes Parseltongue a hell of a lot easier."
"Parseltongue?" He asked shocked out of his hormone induced daydream.
Her eyes widened almost comically.
"Um…" She paused searching for a lie.
Harry hissed. "You speak?" Her eyes widened then narrowed.
"I don't believe this. You're him. Of all the stupid stupid luck." She stormed off muttering to herself.
"You suck Potter."
He blinked. That was not the reaction he'd been expecting.
"You suck really badly." She reappeared throwing on an oversized hoodie. "The entire freaking Wizarding World is looking for you because of your idiotic relatives. And where do you go? To Kai P. S. Riddle's house, that's where!" At some point she'd started yelling. "Voldemort's effing granddaughter of the other 6.5 Billion people in the world! Come on, we have about 2 minutes before they recognize your magical signature. What are you waiting for?" Her voice had gotten shrill.
"How do I know you aren't taking me to him?"
She sneered.
"Because I want to go to Hogwarts and you're my ticket there. Also, I cant stand him. To slimy. We, my friend , are going to England. Where we shall stay for the rest of the month. You are now protected by me." She pressed her lips to his temple gently, though without affection and he felt the after sensation of it for a few seconds. She waved a hand at him and muttered a few words of Latin.
"My name is Alkaline Riddle, if you were wondering. Which is why you've never heard of Kai Riddle, though I doubt you've ever heard of Alkaline considering the sucky pile of weaklings and fools they call the Order of the Chicken."
"Phoenix." He corrected though he didn't totally disagree with her description of them. Not after such a weak reaction to the events of Sixth year, even if Dumbledore's near death had been an accident.
"Whatever. one day I'll kill whoever named me. But I'll be Kai Samuels at Hogwarts. Got it?" Harry nodded.
"Any questions?" A million or two popped into Harry's mind.
"Piercings?" Came out of his mouth.
She rolled her eyes. "And this is what's their going to put up again the Dark Lord. What about them?"
He raised an eyebrow. "The Dark Lord?"
"Old, stupid habit. What about the piercings?"
"How many do you have?" Why were they continuing this conversation? "Which is your favorite?"
She began walking. "Um…12 or 13. 8 on the ears. Eyebrow twice…tongue before it was split if you want to count that. and three for the lips." She fiddled with her lip for a moment removing and changing the position of rings." After a moment she turned around.
"Snake Bites. Ironic yea? They're my favorites. Why? You want some? 'Cause you don't have the balls to get your tongue split.
He bristled slightly, even if it was true. "Yea…something less conspicuous…ear? Eyebrow, maybe. Wait. You said England. What about my aunt and uncle? My stuff?"
"Your stuff had been at my flat since I opened my big mouth about Parseltongue and your relatives got the shit Obliviated our of them. Harry Potter doesn't exist to them. Anything else?
"Someone slept with Voldemort? Willingly?" He shuddered dramatically. He wasn't sure why he was taking this whole thing so lightly…he was probably in shock.
"Experiment. Of an experiment really. Lucius Malfoy didn't get where he is on intelligence alone."
Harry stopped walking.
"Are you saying-"
"You need to learn to listen harder. All you heard was that I'm a child of a man's body. You didn't hear that Malfoy's a Death Eater, that he's rather high up. That Tom isnt as straight-laced as everyone believes, that Malfoy's a slut…that runs in the family of course."
"Wouldn't that make you his daughter.:
"Tom adopted Lucius for some nefarious plan years ago. Legally speaking I'm both. But granddaughter feels….less in his family. Less familiar. Trying to see where I am on the Ew scale Potter?"
"You're Malfoy's sister."
I share no DNA or familial ties with Draco Malfoy. Remember that when I shove my tongue down his throat won't you? Now let's see what we can do about getting you pierced. Yea?"
Pain, Harry decided, was not his friend. When he'd informed Kai of this her eyes had darkened for a split second the she'd laughed and murmured something about a safe word. But it was done and Harry was now pierced.
"You do realize everyone will notice right? These things aren't exactly…common at Hogwarts, even I know that. And don't even think about healing those with magic. It fucks up the affect." She turned to exit the shop.
"You're with Malfoy then?" He followed behind proud that he'd managed a full, if slightly slurred, sentence.
"What would give you that idea?" She waved a hand and the pain lessened, though it didn't totally disappear. "I'm a slut. He's amusing and gorgeous. The end. He isnt the little priss Lucius makes him be. He's quite fun when-. Oh, we're here." She stopped in the middle of an alley. "Say goodbye to America dear."
She'd apparated before he could say anything else.