Disclaimer: so I don't own any of the characters in this story but I might add some oc at sometime prolly this chapter. I don't own any of the references and whatever else you recognize.
Ladies gentlemen, and everyone else reading this I am looking for reviews please give me feedback on what you liked and didn't like about this fic and any ideas you think should be thrown into play here!
Please people bare with me I know the chapters are short and I may take a while to update but if its worth it stay with me lol!!
With a bottle popped a pour a sip and a smile Harry is having one hell of a time! Our hero has recently arrived in the amazing atmosphere of the Bahamas and plans on having a great time. The Corp. set him up in a grade a hotel suite in the perfect location. Food drink and dance are never far when your Harry and he plans to have plenty of each. Being here before Harry knows some people so with a quick call to his friend john he knows right where the party is at tonight.
Staring in the mirror Harry smiles. "Good look, good look." Walking out of his suite he heads right to the club where he knows the party is poppin already and its only eight o clock.
"Im feelin it tonight John are you." Harry chuckles.
"Hell yes Harry are you ready for this." John replied.
"John is that a question" and with that they turn quick and pop right at the door.
With a look the bouncer lets them right in. (Its always straight shots and than pop bottles ( pop bottles by birdman)) is the sound Harry and John walk into, almost blinded by the colorful lights Harry smiles and jumps right on the dance floor. And starts to just tear it up. Hands in the air and feet moving to the music Harry notices this girl in the corner smiling he makes his way over holding his hand out.
"hey im Harry want to dance," with that smile and charm how could she say no.
"Sure thing im Stacy." The song soon changes and its on Harry seems to know quite well! And with a right a right a right and a right with a left a left a left a left and a few kicks and walking it by himself he was in the clear!
One week later
"Groannnnnnnn" groaned Harry, thank god for the hangover potion thank god. Stretching Harry made his way to the shower to have him self a good wake up. Soon enough Harry was walking out of the shower in a towel and messy hair.
"HARRY!" "Damn I need to stop drinking I coulda swore I heard Chief right there" Harry mutter as he lit a cigarette.
"YOU DID HEAR ME TURN AROUND FOOL!" Chief blared.
"Oh Chief what's up" Harry stated through puffs setting himself down on his bed!
"WHAT'S UP HAVEN'T YOU READ THE PROPHET AT ALL THE PAST TWO DAYS I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET TO YOU THROUGH," rubbing his head.
"Uh no I haven't and could you keep it down please its like morning right." With a fast glance at the wall clock. "Um never mind."
"AGENT POTTER THERE HAVE BEEN ATTACKS ALL OVER THE WIZARDING WORLD BY THE DARKEST OF CREATURES WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR DAYS NOW GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!"
"Fuck boss ill be there as soon as I can." And with that the Chief's head, that was before in the fire place, vanished, and so did Harry!
It was dark and cold. the house was big but he had to do what he had to do with a cry he kicked in the door and his world went cold "God damn I hate demontores," and the house came alive with blinding white light as a massive white stage plunged its horns into the masses of dark vile beings that plagued the building. Taking out a cigarette he lit and took a drag.
"Fuck chocolate this makes me happier." Taking a look around Harry sighed "I was too late." With a word he was gone and back at base.
"Chief the place was a bust I was too late …. im sorry." Sighing the Chief shook his head.
"The McGregor's were a good family it's a shame to see them go I will notify their nearest of family to the loss, but for now come with me."
Harry followed Chief through the narrow stark white hallways of the base and found himself in the conference room, "Take a hold of the vase in the middle we are on our way to Grimauld place, the order has invited us to the meeting being held and we are already late." Harrys heart started pounding and his eyes began to water. Sirus Harry thought longingly lighting a cigarette he grabbed a hold of the vase and felt the familiar pull as a soft tear fell from our hero's face. I swear Sirus I will avenge you . . . . .