Chapter two

Harry had made his way to London, he had no idea how long it took, he just kept walking. He would travel mostly of a night, only sleeping in the early hours of the morning when his legs became too tired. Harry had found a small alleyway between some shops, he also found a perfect place that would keep him hidden. Behind one of the big bins Harry found a section of wall that was hollow, not big but enough for him to sit up and eat but he could lie down to sleep, it was also a good hiding spot for his few possessions.

It wasn't long after he first arrived in London when he found the library, within weeks he realised his money started to dwindle, he knew he would need to find some way to make money. He did take some of the food from some of the restaurants that had been thrown out every night. So much was still good, so Harry always took heaps, stored some in his bowls and ate some every night.

Within the first couple of months when he snuck out of his hole to get the food, Harry had witnessed woman, girls, men and boys offering themselves for sex in exchange for money. When he realised he would need money to survive Harry decide this might be the way to do it. It seems there were plenty of rich men that liked young boys. So that was the start of his first job and even though he knew it was wrong, he needed money. He had heard that some of the boys and woman had been beaten during their sexual encounters, but one thing Harry had over these other people, was his strange abilities that he put down to magic.

Harry had become adept at looking into someone's mind to see if they were good people or bad people. The first three men he ended up having sex with were just there for sex. The fourth man that walked towards him a week later had sadistic idea's, so Harry would turn to one of the other men that where there for sex.

It was a year on that something strange happened which lead him to his second job, food started to be placed in front of his hole and it wasn't chucked in the bin, it was in foil trays. Harry believed that someone knew he was there and was giving him food. He would see people coming and going from the shops, some would stand out in the alley to have a smoke while they were having a break or just talking to one another. Harry didn't question who was giving him the food, he was just grateful. Eventually the owner of one of the restaurants asked Harry to work for him, that he would get paid and have somewhere to sleep, Harry took him up on the offer. All he asked of Harry was that he did his job and not cause any problems, he also told Harry that if any police or inspectors turned up he had to go into the alley and hide in his hole until he came to get him.

The job was hot and boring, but it gave him money and a place to sleep where he would not feel the cold, especially of a night. Harry did have a plan, he was going to save as much of his money as he could so he could find a place to call home. He knew it would take years, so he decided that after finishing his job at the restaurant, he would shower, dress in the only good pants and shirt he had and decided to keep selling himself. What he earned in two nights, usually after being with five or six men, was what he earned in four weeks at the restaurant. So Harry had continued selling himself for money for the next year that way all that money he got was saved, hidden away.

Another bit of magic kept his personal possessions safe, no one apart from him could see his little hiding place, but even if they did see it, it would not open for anyone apart from Harry. He found out by accident that he had sealed his hiding place while his hand had been bleeding and it made him curious if this was some type of blood magic. After a while Harry didn't bother trying to work it out, he just knew his money was slowly growing and he knew one day in the next couple of years he could leave his night time job.

Over the next few years Albus Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix never found out what happened to Harry Potter. They had a few order members that knew the muggle world check old records of boys who might have been adopted or fostered, nothing, but they also checked for boys that might had been found dead but was never identified. They never found a record of any boy that had died that would match the description of Harry Potter.

Naturally they had no idea if he's hair had lightened over the years, it was jet black when he was a baby. They did not know how tall he might be, but the one feature that could not be removed was the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. But all efforts to find a boy with that scar came up empty.

Albus Dumbledore was not happy, he had plans for that boy, now the brat had ruined everything. If Harry turned up he could still use the boy but he had no idea if the boy was alive, in the country or will ever be found.

One thing that Albus decided to use in the hope it would help find Harry, even if Severus was furious. Peter Pettigrew was found alive, caring for what had been Voldemort, or what was left of him. Once Albus delivered Peter and the thing that was Voldemort to the aurors it was finally proven that Sirius Black was innocent and released from Azkaban.

But Albus made sure they knew that he had destroyed what was left of Voldemort. That had been one of his plans for Harry Potter, wait until the boy did the work of fighting Voldemort then he, Albus Dumbledore was going to obliviate Harry or kill him before taking the credit. He had not made up his mind what he planned to do with the boy after Voldemort was finished. Now though it did not matter, Voldemort was gone, but he still wanted the boy, his other plans were waiting to be fulfilled.

Albus used Sirius to look for his Harry, by having him place adds in magical and muggle papers, telling Harry that he had a home with his godfather if he would just get in contact with him. But again, no one heard from the boy who would be fifteen years old now.

Harry finished doing all the dishes and he knew the staff had left, his boss was in his office, he usually left about an hour after closing. One of Harry's jobs before he could call it a night was the check the restaurant for any dishes that might have been missed.

As Harry stepped into the restaurant he saw two men with red hair drinking coffee, 'Um, we're closed,' Harry said cautiously.

The two men looked up 'Yeah, the owner said we can finish our coffee. We'll only be another couple of minutes.'

'Um, yeah, okay, I just need to get to my next job,' Harry turned to finish checking any of the tables for dishes, but there was something about one of the red headed men that made Harry curious.

By the time Harry loaded up the tray he noticed the two men were gone. Once he washed the last of the dishes, he showered, changed and headed to his corner ready for another night of being used for sex. Harry knew it was wrong, but it was the only way he could get money, he just hoped he wouldn't be doing this any more than two more years at the most.

'Hi.'

Harry turned to see one of the red headed man from the restaurant standing there. He figured he wanted sex so the first thing he did was look into his mind. But he did hope this cute red head did want to spend some time with him. For some reason Harry felt drawn to this man and he had never felt anything for any man he had been with. It was time to search his mind and find out what the man wanted.

'Whoa, you're a legilimens, I didn't even know you were a wizard.'

Harry stepped back, it was the first time he had come across another magical person or someone that knew about magic. He wanted this man but he wasn't sure he should take the risk.

'Its fine kid, I was just surprised. To tell you the truth I'm not here for what you think.'

'Why are you here then?'

'I don't really know, I just saw your eyes and I wanted to see if you were okay. My name is Charlie, the man with me earlier was my brother Bill.'

'Evan, so you don't want sex, I've been told I'm very good, I can give you a real good time.'

'I might be gay, but you're a bit young, so why are you doing this is a muggle town when you're a wizard?'

'I didn't know what I was, I just knew I could do stuff. I look into the minds of men to make sure they aren't dangerous, it's how I've survived for the last four years.'

'Four years, you must have been ten when you started.'

Harry never answered, 'So if you're not here for sex, what do you want?'

'To talk, so how about I pay you just to talk to me, we can go to my place, it's not that far.'

'You will pay me to talk.'

'Yeah, so how about it Evan?'

'Sure, I could use the money.'

'Do you know how to apparate?'

'Depends on what that is?'

'Turning on the spot and disappearing instantly then arriving where you want to go a few seconds later.'

'Then yes, I can do that, I've used it to get back home so I don't have to walk so far.'

'So if I hold your arm I can take you, we'll arrive inside my flat.'

Harry shrugged but let the man take his arm, within seconds they were in a nicely furnished flat. The man made them both cups of tea with some biscuits. He had no idea why he came with this stranger when he didn't want sex, but Harry knew it would be okay. Something was telling him that it would prove to be very important, the most important night of his life.