Yay, I managed to write another chapter. I couldn't believe how many reviews and followers I got as soon as I posted this. It's absolutely amazing. Its so exciting to watch my inbox number go up as you guys read it, thanks so much.

Anyways, here's the next chapter. Oh and just so you know. I was listening to Franz Ferdinand "Do you want to," and Deadmau5 "Professional Griefers" as I was writing this. It goes with the story.

EDITED: 8/5/17

Lost and Better Off Not Found

Chapter 2

Harry Potter, 14 years old, resident magical being, was having fun.

A week ago he had been club hopping, partying as usual for a Sunday night when he noticed he was being followed. By weird people in dresses no less. They looked harmless, but he was still not going to let them anywhere near him, they could be from some sort of cult after his powers.

Oh, he knew about magic. He had known about it since he was little. It was hard not to when things would suddenly start floating around you or somehow ending up somewhere you weren't a second ago. But instead of feeling frightened by his new found powers, he felt empowered. But he wasn't stupid enough to not know he was the only one with it, and he also knew that he shouldn't flaunt it around unless he wanted to be experimented on. So he had gone around and found some houses with "special" interiors and generally just people using magic like him. They had been most helpful in finding out more information about himself and what he could do, which was almost anything. It also made living out on his own much easier.

When he saw those people following him, Harry decided to see how far they would go; so he led them on a merry chase through London. It surprisingly lasted quite a while, these people were persistent, and so he turned it up a notch and lost them within a few hours.

This was a good thing too since he had school in the morning. He would have to keep an eye out though; they didn't seem like the type to give up that easily.

Turned out he was right because a few days later he spotted them down the street from his school, but he had hidden before that had seen them. And then he saw them again by his work and again by his apartment. They were getting closer and closer and it was making Harry uneasy. But if he had to he would show them who was the boss.

But he was having fun with them, the more frustrated they apparently got the funnier it got. Apparently, they were not after him for no reason either; he found out that they knew his name because they would call out to him, so he definitely knew they were after him. But then shit became more serious. Harry saw them doing magic. That meant they were definitely looking for him. It was probably about time that he looked into this other side of the world but he was having so much fun on his own. He hoped they didn't place him in a home or something that would totally suck balls. He was doing just fine on his own, thank you very much. But if they had magic, that meant they had the means to find him. So it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him.

But that didn't mean he couldn't have fun while it lasted.

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Albus Dumbledore accompanied by Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks were hot on the trail of one elusive Harry Potter. In the beginning, it had only been three of them, thinking it wouldn't be that much trouble to round up one teenage boy. How wrong they were.

Not only did Harry know they were looking for him, he was purposefully evading them and enjoying it to boot as testified by the wide smile they had seen on his face one of the times they had gotten close enough.

It had been a shock when they had first laid eyes on him. Dumbledore had been expecting the worst, but instead the exact opposite. Harry had grown since the last time he had seen him, but he had been expecting that. He stood at about 5'6, on the skinny side but he was healthy and seemingly happy. But what had surprised them was how he looked. Like his father of course, but his hair was cut short in the back, long in the front covering most of this right eye and more importantly his scar. Light blue streaks of color were in his hair, blending into the ebony tresses. Black kohl lined his vivid green eyes that were not hindered by glasses. He wore tight fitting black jeans and a black band shirt and it also looked like he had his lip pierced. He hoped he was wrong. It was so completely different from what he had been expecting, he didn't know what to think.

But that hadn't been the only thing surprising about him, he knew about magic and what was more, he knew how to use it. Harry was surprisingly quick and agile on his feet as it was but added with falling boxes magically appearing and a flood of water somehow gushing out of a drain among other things it was near impossible to catch him. Not only that, but he was 14 and he knew how to apparate! It was amazing, extraordinary and down right frustrating. Which was why, when it became apparent that three would not do, he enlisted the others to help.

Shacklebolt and Tonks were experienced Aurors, he had brought Severus along in hopes that his own magic and intimidating demeanor might help, Minerva, of course, was there in the beginning, Remus had an excellent nose and of course, the newly exonerated Sirius couldn't pass up the chance of seeing his godson. Not to mention the two Marauders would have a few tricks up their sleeves to catch Harry, but nothing worked. If anything, Harry would return their tricks back on them with an, even more, ferociousness than they knew how to deal with. He did not hold back.

Finally, after 3 weeks of eluding capture, they were able to pin point where Harry was and it was not where they expected. So on a Friday night in the middle of December, they tracked Harry down to a club, and not just any club.

The seven of them walked through the double doors and were greeted by the sight of two young males engaged in a lurid act. To the side of them were another, and another; pressed against walls, chairs, couches. And not only men, there were women too, kissing and touching each other in a way that was not meant for public viewing.

"Oh…my," Minerva gasped out.

"W-Where are we?" Tonks asked her vibrant pink hair dulling a few shades. She went red in the face when a scantily clad young woman walked by, looked her up and down and winked.

"I-I think we are in a gay bar," Remus stuttered, then promptly slapped Sirius in the arm as his attention slipped to a pair of women rutting against each other.

"Is Harry even gay?" Sirius asked, distractedly. Remus shrugged.

"Are we sure we are in the right place?" Minerva asked, trying to regain her composure.

"Yes," Kingsley said, "One of the tracking charms that Potter did not manage to take off is pointing just below here."

"Well then," Albus said with too much cheer, "We will just have to look and see. Shall we?"

The seven of them walked around what turned out to be a balcony of sorts where couches and tables were set up with two bars along both sides of the room. On the corner of each room was a set of stairs leading down to a massive dance floor with a hallway leading to what seemed to be bathrooms. A DJ was playing music on a platform against the far wall and what looked like thousands of young males and females were grating against each other in a semblance of a dance, swaying to the music.

"Is that dancing?" Tonks hissed, looking down at the dance floor, "It looks like they are having sex down there!"

"How are we supposed to find Harry in all this?" Sirius asked.

"Remus?" Albus asked, turning to the werewolf.

Remus shook his head his hand clamped down over his nose, "Sorry. I can't. The smells are too strong in here."

"What can you smell?" Sirius questioned.

"Alcohol, sweat, and sex. It's too much," he said his voice muffled behind his hand.

"Guess we have to do it the old fashioned way," Kingsley said.

"Should we go down there?" Tonks asked.

"No. It would be better if we stayed up here and see if we can spot him," Kingsley answered.

"Just look for his hair, it shouldn't be too hard to find the blue on black," Sirius said.

Easier said than done. They spent the next half hour searching through the moving bodies for any sign of Harry, but with all the vibrant colors and skimpy outfits, it was hard to do. When they were about to decide to try and brave the mass of bodies on the dance floor, Severus suddenly spoke up.

"There."

"Where?" Tonks asked in relief.

Severus pointed down at the floor, "Toward the outside near the wall on the left."

They all roamed their eyes over the spot indicated and eventually found him. When they did, all they could do was stare.

There Harry was dancing to the music…between two very attractive and hardly dressed men; grating against each other in a most inappropriate way. He was smiling in a most seductive way, an arm wrapped around the neck of a male in front of him dancing against him provocatively while the other man pressed against him from behind. Harry had his head tilted back slightly and the man behind him was lightly kissing his neck and grinding himself against Harry's backside. Yet Harry didn't push him away if anything he was enjoying himself.

"Oh my god," Tonks breathed.

"What are those guys doing to my godson?" Sirius seethed in anger.

"Potter seems to know exactly what he is doing, Black," Severus sneered.

"I didn't ask you Snivellus!" Sirius snapped at him.

"Sirius, please," Remus said wearily.

Severus and Sirius glared at each other from across the table. Abruptly Sirius turned away, "I'm going down there and getting my godson away from those idiots. Who do they think they are?"

"You don't want to spook him," Kingsley said, grabbing Sirius' arm.

"Then what do you propose we do?"

"Surround him. That way he has no choice but to come quietly unless he wants to cause a scene."

"He doesn't seem the type that wants that," Remus stated.

Kingsley nodded, "Exactly."

"Alright then. Remus, Sirius and Nymphadora, you three will go down and try to surround him. The rest of us will stay by the stairs in case he tries to run. Agreed?" Albus asked.

"Agreed." They answered.

"Wait! I lost him!" Sirius suddenly exclaimed.

"What?" Remus asked looking around desperately.

"No, there he is," Kingsley said. He coughed and blushed lightly, "By the restrooms."

"Where?...oh," Remus said.

Harry was pressed against the wall near the restrooms making out with the guy from before who had been pressing against Harry from behind, the other nowhere to be seen. The two of them were going at it pretty strongly too.

"I guess that answers that question," Remus said hesitantly.

"Where are they going?" Sirius asked, his voice rising higher with each word.

Down below Harry had pushed the guy away and moved away, but then looked over his shoulder in a "come hither" way and led the guy down the hall to the bathroom.

"They're not, please tell me they're not," Sirius said desperately.

"I-I don't know," Remus said weakly.

"He's only 14!"

"Well, it's not like you weren't doing the same when you were 15," Remus commented.

"This is different!" Sirius complained.

"There isn't an exit that way is there?" Minerva asked.

"No. That part is all underground. No exit," Tonks confirmed.

They all stayed still, waiting; their earlier plan forgotten. Approximately 10 minutes went by before Harry stepped out of the hallway. His hair was mussed, lips bruised from kisses and he looked utterly satisfied as he stepped back into the crowd. Two seconds later the guy stepped out of the hallway…zipping his pants.

"I'm going to kill him," Sirius snapped and took off toward the stairs.

"Sirius, wait!" Remus called out and followed.

Just as Sirius got to the stairs he looked up and came face to face with his godson.

Haha. I am so looking forward to all of your reactions to this. I was seriously laughing as I was typing this. I'm on a roll, I already am writing the next chapter. Don't know when I'll run out of steam but I'm really into this.

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