Yo, ho, ho it's a writers life for me. Thanks to everyone over at DLP for picking apart the errors. And a further thanks to Sree or Tinn, depending on which one decides to properly beta the work. This was originally going to be composed of three scenes, but the first scene became too big, so it gets it's down chapter.

Jon


Different groups throughout time have had different ways of recruiting people. The Mafia for example helps people when they get into tough situations with the law if they join up, which has a huge appeal for a lot of young people.

The Freemasons never sought anyone out, they allowed their members to come to them. they however weren't above approaching people and telling them how much of a good Mason they could be, planting the seeds of curiosity, which would drive the person towards the fraternity.

The Assassin's had a most peculiar, and interesting way of recruiting. They would steal away young men from their villages and bring them to their fortress, where they would be sent to a 'paradise' and then forcefully dragged back to reality, where they would see everything as mediocre, bland in comparison and would give anything to return to that paradise, even join the cause and risk death, just for a chance to return to that paradise.

In my life I've been faced with all of these different methods of recruitment, and as you can probably guess, the last is the hardest to ignore, so hard that I was barely able to turn it down the first time.


Harry's eyes slowly opened, and as soon as they did, he wished he hadn't; no matter where he looked he could see nothing but white. He reached up to his face and frowned as he noticed the extra weight upon his wrist. A slight scowl made itself known upon his lips as his eyes, for a single moment, focused upon a blackened metal brace upon his wrist. He soon became aware of similar implements attached to his other wrist and both of his ankles. Whenever he tried to move there was a slight rattle of chains, causing Harry's scowl to deepen.

He took minor note of the lack of cloth covering his arm, before he traced it back to his body, and found, much to his annoyance, that he was clothed in nothing but his boxers. It was surprising, due to the lack of cold he felt, besides the metal shackled to him.

"Dammit," Harry murmured to himself with a slight hint of anger.

His head was pounding lightly, from the aftermath of the events before his lapse in consciousness. Harry after a few moments tried to lift his hand to his face, to block out some of the light which seemed to radiate from every inch of the white walls. He almost instantly regretted his actions as the links in the chain connected to the manacle on his wrist clattered. The sounds rang out loud reverberating however lightly off the walls. As slow as he could manage, Harry furled his limbs together against his body, trying to block out the hideous white that surrounded him.

The throbbing in Harry's head was slowly fading away, and it gave room for him to think, and piece together the previous events of the day. As usual, he had been compelled to save the Damsel in distress and gotten screwed over in some way or another. Today was something else though, it had happened not once, but twice and from the looks of it the second attempt had failed, and it had landed him in an unknown situation.

Either he had protected an innocent woman, and failed, in which case the woman was probably dead, and he was going to be tortured, and then killed. Or the Grey Cloaks had been the American version of Aurors, and he had just protected a criminal, in which case he was probably in jail. Either way he was screwed over, unless they were the nicest Dark Wizards he had ever met, or if he was alleviated for his fame.

It felt like hour's before Harry was ready to face the bright walls surrounding him.

There didn't seem to be any trace of an exit on any of the walls, although it could have just been his blurred up vision. Harry blinked confusedly as his eyes glazed over the floor; There was a curious pattern flowing across it, literally. Harry seized up for a few moments as he stared down at the floor. Harry snapped his head upwards and almost cursed himself for doing it as he stared up at the ceiling. It was covered in white, but it didn't have the same opacity as the walls, it was slightly translucent, enough so that he could see to the other side, to the bubbles rising upwards in furious torrents.

"Water," Harry said almost breathlessly, "Boiling hot water, no wonder it isn't cold."

Harry's eyes narrowed lightly.

The barrier between the water and the closed off room would have to be at least as thick as he was tall, and not conduct heat well for him to be feeling so little of the effects. But Harry didn't trust his eyes enough to base his actions off them.

He licked his lips nervously; He could possibly get the hand cuffs off with his special power, but it was dangerous. He wasn't nearly as talented in it as he'd need to be. Breaking off the handcuffs would be all too easy. But the efefcts of breaking them off might not be as easy to deal with. There was a slight chance the fragments could get him, and there was a chance that they would have enough force behind them that they'd pass right through him, leaving chunks of him missing. Not to mention that there was the smallest possibility that they coudl fracture the ceiling above and bring an impossible amount of seething down upon him, he'd have to deal with death by the sudden weight of the water crashing down on him, the prospect of drowning, and the whole scalding hot water thing all at the same time.

He wasn't sure how long, if his shield would hold up at all against the water. Specifically because it was only directional. In few more months he might have been able to cover himself completely, Harry thought bitterly.

Not a very promising option. It was a very humbling thought, that his magical ability may not be enough to save him. If he was able to wandlessly cast magic on the other hand, he'd be out of there in a flash, a quick unlocking charm and he'd be home free.

The sound of gears turning filled the room for a moment, before on the far side of the room the white wall shifted slightly, before it moved inwards, and then to the side, revealing two rather large men. Unfortunately for Harry without his glasses he could still see their faces.

They wouldn't be winning any awards for their looks.

"Damn, what happened to your nose," Harry said without thinking as he stared across at the deformed nose on the smaller of the two gorillas.

His answer came in the form of a swift kick to his legs.

Harry wisely didn't make any more comments about the deformed appearance of the larger Gorilla.

"Why did you protect the Miss Raith?" one of the men asked with a calm, and surprisingly high pitched voice.

Harry stared up confusedly for a few moments before it clicked in his head.

"I think that beating up hookers is wrong," Harry confessed as he slowly brought himself to his feet.

Almost as soon as he had managed to stand up straight, he was doubled over in pain as a gigantic fist rammed itself into him. Harry caught himself before he let out any noises which suggested he was in pain, but it probably didn't help much with his face contorted in agony.

"Let's try that again," the deformed man said evenly, with a slight hint of impatience in his voice.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me," Harry apologized half heartedly, "I meant to say whore, not Hook-" He continued to say, before he was cut off as the same fist found itself up and close with his spleen again, despite there being a layer of skin, blood, bones and organs between them. Harry gritted his teeth together as he ignored the sudden pain rushing outwards from his stomach.

"Who sent you?" The larger Ape demanded to know, his voice average compared to the Soprano next to him.

Harry's frowned for a moment in thought and indecision, before he leaned forwards, and motioned for both of the men to move closer. The larger, and now in Harry's opinion, slightly dumber man leaned forwards.

"The fairies sent me to tell you that you've been a bad boy," Harry with an apologetic voice.

The larger brute's eyes gleamed with anger after a few moments as his mind processed what had been said to him. However, before he was able to take another turn at 'Punch Harry in the stomach' his partner stopped him, by putting a hand on his shoulder.

Harry took special notice of the slight fear in the smaller man's eyes, considering his situation he did the only thing he could think of.

"Ooh, is somebody afraid of the tooth fairy here?" Harry asked, his voice overflowing with mocking concern.

This time it wasn't the larger of the two that decided to lash out physically.

"God damn, you both need anger management classes," Harry grunted out as his knee's finally buckled and he collapsed to his knees, his hand pressed up against the side of his face where he had been hit.

"What do you know about the faeries?"

Both Harry and the larger of the two men stared at the man with the deformed nose for a few seconds. Harry couldn't believe that the man was being serious, as it would seem, neither did King-Kong.

"Well," Harry began hesitantly, "I know that there's this one guy, a really powerful man..." the man leaned forward in anticipation. "Who can tell if you've been naughty or nice."

"Do you think you're funny wise guy?" he hissed out angrily.

Harry's brow furrowed for a moment.

"No," he said thoughtfully, "No, I know I'm funny."

An alluring laugh rang out, washing over both of the thugs and Harry, causing all three men to look towards the single known entrance to the cell. Unfortunately for Harry, both of them men were standing in front of him, and blocking his view.

"Miss Raith," the larger of the to 'interrogators' said respectfully, as he moved aside, allowing me to see the person at the door.

Harry didn't really need to see her. It had clicked instantly the moment he had heard the grunt repeat the name.

"Both of you leave, I'll have Madringal deal with you both later," the woman said calmly as she regarded both of the men in front of her.

"But, Miss Raith, your father said to-," the larger of the two men protested, but silenced himself as 'Miss Raith' raised her hand up.

"And I specifically said that Mr Potter was not to be disturbed until I had spoke with him, did I not?" she said, her voice remaining calmly, despite the obvious disapproval her words gave, "My father isn't even in the country."

Both of them men were about to voice their dissent, only to yet again, be silenced by a mere motion of Miss Raith's hand.

"Both of you will leave, right now," the dark haired woman repeated as if talking to children.

They complied, with more than a bit of reluctance, and left Harry alone, chained up with the woman. Harry studied the woman in silence, taking in the differences in her appearance.

The first and foremost that he noticed, was that the woman was no longer wearing her suit, instead she was draped in what seemed a very fine silver negligée. Her hair wasn't held up by the combs she had in it when he had first seen her; it was tied up loosely in a ponytail. Harry found himself slightly disappointed that he didn't have his glasses on him.

The two remained silent for a few moments, before Harry couldn't help himself.

"I never told you my last name," he said slowly as he stared across the room at the slightly blurred figure across from him.

"You didn't," Miss Raith agreed as she began to step forwards towards Harry.

Her hand reached up to the top of her negligée for a moment, before dipping slightly and pulling up what Harry recognized as his glasses.

"Would you like these back?" she inquired, offering them out to Harry.

Before Harry could answer, the woman was already moving towards him and opening the glasses up. He reached up towards his glasses, but found his hands batted down lightly. She slipped his glasses onto his face without any resistance, and kneeled down in front of him.

Harry blinked a few times to refocus his eyes on the woman in front of him. His eyes met hers for a moment but he quickly looked away and involuntarily leaned backwards. He'd seen that look in Ron's eyes before, specifically at dinnertime when he was looking over the food in the Great Hall.

"Why," Harry began to ask.

"Do I know your name?" the woman finished for him, with a light smile.

"No," Harry said, "Why do you look at me like I'm some kind of food?"

A genuine, if not slightly predatory smile developed on the the skimpily clad woman as she regarded the man in front of her.

"Because," she chided lightly, "You are food to me, and quite a delicious food at that."

"I'm not mere food," Harry spat out angrily as he shifted his legs out from underneath him.

"No," Miss Raith agreed, "You're not mere food, you're more of a delicacy."

"What are you, a cannibal?" Harry asked slowly, easing away ever so slowly from the woman in front of him.

"Do you really want to know?" the woman asked sultrily, leaning closer to Harry faster then he was leaning backwards.

Against his libido's wishes, Harry moved, and stayed out of reach of the dark haired woman's reach.

"Miss Raith," Harry began to say, before yet again he was interrupted.

"Lara," the woman across from him said suddenly, "Call me Lara."

Harry scowled for a moment, before nodding to himself.

"Lara, why am I chained to this wall and how did you know my name?" he managed to say as formally and sedately as possible, "How did we escape them? Why were they attacking you? Where are my clothes?" he finished with a demanding tone.

Lara clicked her tongue lightly as she looked at Harry, her lips quirked upwards in an amused smile.

"My, my, Harry, you want to know a lot, don't you?" she teased lightly.

"You're chained to the wall for a few reasons, the primary one being I didn't want you to run away before we could have a chance to chat a bit," she said idly as she reached towards Harry's face, only to have him flinch away, "I know your name, because it was in your belongings."

Harry's face must have shown off his relief, because Lara's amused smile quickly developed into an almost sadistic smirk.

"With your name I was able to find out the rest about you, Harry, it took a bit of talking to the right people, but in the end I was able to get my hands onto your life story," she murmured almost silently.

Harry was staring at Lara incredulously, and didn't move away as her hand reached forth yet again towards his forehead. Alarms began to sound in his head as her soft fingers brushed away the strands of hair hiding the fading scar upon his forehead.

"Or would you prefer to be called, The-Boy-Who-Lived? Or perhaps even, The Chosen One?" Lara traced her finger down the scar.

"Harry will be fine," Harry said as he turned away from Lara, "Since we're chatting can I get these off?" He pulled against the chains lightly, before glancing back at the grey eyed woman.

"Alright, Harry it is," Lara said with a kind smile, ignoring Harry's request.

"To answer your other questions, after you fainted-"

"Passed out," Harry interrupted quickly.

"Pardon?" Lara's smile was tinted with confusion.

"I didn't faint, I passed out," Harry insisted.

"Right," Lara said with a bemused voice, " After you, passed out, the people who attacked me ran away," she allowed a coy smile to form upon her lips, "Thank you for coming to my aid."

"If you want to thank me you could take off these chains," Harry said flatly as he yanked against the chain attached to his right wrist.

Harry's eyes widened as a series of clicking sounds reverberated from inside the wall behind him. Before he could react, his arm was snapped backwards and he had to hold back a grunt as he found his wrist pinned against the wall behind him, forcing him to quickly rise to his feet in an effort to not dislocate his wrist.

"What the hell?!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled against the chain, trying to free his hand.

Another series of clicks sounded out, and the chain on Harry's left wrist tugged against his wrist for a few seconds with resistance, before, as what had happened with his right hand, it was jerked backwards and held in place against the wall behind him. Harry threw Lara a dirty look, only for it to morph into a full blown glare at the amusement she openly displayed at his predicament.

"What did you do?" Harry demanded to know as he continued to pull against the chains.

Lara allowed a light laugh; the same one that she had used when she had entered the room, at Harry's question. It only resulted with Harry glaring at her again.

"I didn't do anything to you, silly boy," she drawled with a slightly mocking tone, "When you pulled too hard they restrained you," she said a-matter-of-factly as she slowly rose back up to her feet.

"Can you let them slacken?" Harry asked, allowing the anger written on his face to fade away, "Please?" he added on hopefully.

"Oh?" Lara enunciated in mild surprise, "You'd accept help from a hooker such as I?" she finished innocently.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up, "You heard that?" he asked docilely.

"Imagine my surprise when you said that, after our slight misunderstanding about the meat comment," Lara continued to say as she reached across the short distance between her and Harry and lightly caressed his cheek with her finger tips.

Harry bit down on his lip for a moment, before mumbling something out.

"Pardon?" Lara murmured with a smile as her hand trailed downwards over Harry's neck.

"Sorry," Harry repeated as he leaned to the side slightly, away from the dark haired woman's touch.

"That's better," Lara declared with a grin, "One must always remember to keep in mind other's feelings, even when baiting low IQ men."

Harry's eyes narrowed in an inexplicable fashion, which Lara seemed to notice straight away.

"I wasn't talking about you," Lara assured Harry.

"You didn't answer all my questions," Harry said quietly.

Harry and Lara regarded each other quietly for a few moments in silence, before it was compromised by Lara.

"They weren't attacking me, they were attacking my family, The Raith family name is very high profile, my father and relatives own very lucrative shares in a lot of businesses, and we are very well placed socially. There are quite a few people who would not bat an eyelash if I died, or any of my family members," Lara said quietly, almost hesitantly.

Harry remained silent for a few more seconds, contemplating what the woman across from him had just said.

"Lara..." Harry said quietly, his gaze falling to the floor.

"Yes, Harry?" Lara breathed out slowly, inching slightly closer.

"Where are my damn clothes?!" Harry snapped out as he turned his head back up, glaring at Lara accusingly.

Lara blinked in a stuporous manner.

"I burned them," Lara said calmly.

She didn't even flinch when Harry released a series of very explicit words.

"I liked those clothes!" He exclaimed angrily.

"I've already gotten you some more clothes," Lara said soothingly.

Harry allowed an aggravated sigh to escape him.

"You know this feels really weird," Harry commented, as he glanced to both his arms, which were being held up at at angle slightly lesser then the floor.

"If you'd just relax you'd be released," Lara explained as her eyes raked over Harry's lower abdomen.

"They hit you pretty hard," she observed.

A snort issued from Harry's nose as he looked down at his stomach.

"I've had worse done to me by pre-teen girls," Harry said scathingly to Lara, only to shut up instantly as she pressed her hands forwards against his abdomen. He had to literally hold himself back from letting out a girlish whimper from the pain.

"Must have been some pretty tough pre-teens," Lara retorted as she stopped pressing against his bruising stomach.

"You have no idea," Harry grunted out.

"I answered your questions" Lara stated casually as she let the pressure she was putting on Harry fade away.

"You did," Harry said in a slightly uneven voice.

"Now, will you answer mine?" Lara asked, "It's only fair," she continued o say at the look of wariness on Harry's face.

"Alright," Harry said slowly.

"What happened to the Philosopher's stone?" Lara asked as she gently caressed Harry's stomach with the back of her finger tips.

"It was destroyed," Harry said without hesitation.

Lara allowed a frown to overcome her features.

"Are you sure?" she asked questioned, bringing her hand up to Harry's cheek, and gently cupping it.

Harry almost let out a gasp as a spasm of raw physical need swept through him, but as soon as it had risen up it faded away, leaving a hazy feeling of desire at the forefront of Harry's mind.

Harry nodded numbly as he lightly nuzzled Lara's hand.

"Alright," Lara said kindly as she slowly wrapped her arms around Harry's torso and gently lowered him down to the ground.

Harry blinked slowly as he felt the chains slacken.

"Hey," Harry said accusingly, "I thought you said you couldn't get these off me?"

"No," Lara disagreed, "I said it wasn't my fault that they restrained you."

"Oh," Harry said flatly, his previous indignation gone.

Lara smiled down at Harry and gently maneuvered him head onto her lap, where she casually ran her fingers through his hair. Carefully she pulled his glasses away and placed them beside her, before beginning to play with his fringe.

"How did you kill Voldemort?" she asked gently, continuing her ministrations.

Harry let out a sigh of comfort as he rested his head upon the silky texture of Lara's negligée.

"Harry?" Lara said softly, holding her hand still for a few moments.

"I didn't kill him," Harry murmured softly as he stared at the translucent ceiling.

"You didn't?" Lara echoed in slight surprise, but did not stop playing with his hair, "Did someone else do it for you?"

"I couldn't kill him, he was too strong... too smart, I was only able to banish him," Harry susurrated, his voice tainted with shame.

"You did a good thing," Lara said soothingly, "If you hadn't managed to stop him, he would have hurt a lot more people."

"That's very impressive though," Lara continued to praise, "I wasn't aware that anyone was young as you could do something like that, especially since you weren't born into that kind of magic."

"Kind of magic?" Harry echoed confusedly only for his eyes to shutter closed as Lara ran her fingers down his cheek.

"Shh," Lara murmured softly, "Don't think too much, just enjoy this, I don't do it for just anyone."

Harry slowly turned his head upon it's side and nuzzled Lara's thighs gently.

"Don't do that," Lara reprimanded lightly as she brushes a few strands of hair out of Harry's eyes.

"How did you learn that kind of magic?" Lara asked gently, as she repeatedly brushed the unruly mop of raven hair down, seemingly fighting a losing battle.

Harry suddenly tensed as he debated, for the first time since he had laid his head upon the silver eyed woman's lap, whether or not to answer her.

"Harry?" Lara pressed lightly, allowing her hand to drift downwards onto his neck. She gently brushed her knuckles against the under side of his jaw, before trailing her finger tips upwards, back onto the top of his head.

Again, a spasm of pure physical need ran through Harry's veins. It lasted slightly longer then the first, but left the same results. The same almost unnatural, unanchored desire filled Harry's mind completely.

Despite the almost overwhelming sensations running rampant throughout Harry's body, he was still able to keep enough of his thoughts in order to know what he didn't want to talk about. Harry shook his head lightly against Lara, and almost let out a sound of protest as her hand became still upon his head.

"Alright, we don't have to talk about that," Lara said slowly, albeit slightly disappointedly as she continued to move her fingers through Harry's hair.

"What are you doing to me?" Harry demanded to know through an involuntary shudder, as he pulled his away from Lara's hand, and moved his head out of her lap.

"Just helping you relax," Lara answered with an almost affectionate smile.

"You're doing something else," Harry stated as he shook his head and leaned back against the slightly cold, in comparison, wall.

"It felt good, did it not?" Lara purred out as she reached towards Harry again, "If it feels good, why worry?"

"Just because it feels good doesn't make it alright," Harry spat out as Lara's words rung out within his mind, decimating the aftermath of the desire that had rushed through him.

"I didn't force you to do anything," Lara pointed out softly, "I only did it to make you feel more comfortable."

"That's besides the point," Harry said uncertainly, his discontent fading away.

Lara sighed softly.

"Would you like me to treat you like the people in this room are usually treated?" Lara asked exasperatedly.

What would that involve?" Harry inquired warily.

Lara shrugged her shoulders lightly.

"Torture mostly," she said with a small wink.

"No thank you then," Harry refused politely.

"Two more questions then," Lara said as she brought her hand up to her lips and rubbed them thoughtfully.

Harry nodded to himself lightly as he turned his attention to the open door on the opposite side of the room. He allowed his tongue to roll over his lips quickly moistening them. The only thing between him and escaping were the chains on his wrists. He was feeling slightly restless; the prospect of getting out of the room was tempting, enough that he would risk bodily harm of himself, and the possible death by trauma, drowning, and burning of not only himself, but the nice woman who had treated him with nothing that deserved that kind of death.

Harry turned his attention back to Lara, only to find her looking at him expectantly.

"Well," she pressed lightly as she brushes a single stray strand of hair off of her nose behind her ear.

"Did you ask something?" Harry asked apologetically.

Lara gave Harry a bemused look before she repeated herself

"Why are you in Chicago?"

"I didn't come here to do anything, I'm not even supposed to be here," Harry said with a light frown.

"How did you get here?" Lara tried, "The last known sightings of you just under a day ago said you were still in London."

"I don't know how I got here," Harry said irritatedly as he folded his arms across his chest, careful not to agitate the chains too much, "I was in London not even half an hour before I met you on the street, and most of that half an hour was asking people where I was."

"What were you doing before you arrived here?" Lara asked, biting down on her lip lightly.

"That's six questions," Harry said slyly, "I only asked you five."

Lara waved her hand dismissively, "You haven't answered the past two questions acceptably, and these are all part of the same question in the end."

Harry blinked lightly, before nodding to himself.

"I was at a Night club," he answered simply, before taking in Lara's perplexed look, "What?" he said defensively.

Lara let out a slight laugh at Harry's reaction.

"Nothing, it's just your file said that you were introverted, and going to a nightclub doesn't exactly say that about you," Lara said with a beguiling smile.

"How am I introverted?" Harry inquired curiously, although his voice had more than a small amount of irritation conveyed with it.

"Well, according to what I read, your circle of friends consisted with only two people, one Ronald Weasley, and one Hermione Granger. Only a few years ago it seemed you extended this to one Ginevra Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and..." Lara trailed off.

"And?" Harry pressed, having a fairly good idea of whose name would come next.

"One Miss Luna Lovegood," Lara said through a chuckle, "You know out of those names, and your own, hers is the only one I like?"

"What's wrong with their names and mine?" Harry asked sourly, levelling a light glare at Lara.

Another alluring laugh flew from her lips as she regarded the younger man in front of her.

"Are you joking with me Harry Potter? Even you have to admit, as their friend that their names are laughable." Lara mocked Harry lightly.

"Just ask your last question," Harry said with a sigh.

"Very well," Lara said, her laugh fading away.

Slowly she began rise to her feet, leaving Harry staring at her legs, before he tilted his head upwards to her face.

"Your file said that you wanted to be an.. Auror, I believe the word was," Lara stated as she stared down at Harry, "What do you plan to do, now that you are free from a position that I assume you'd thought that would last most of your life?"

"Ah!" Lara exclaimed as Harry was about to speak, "Tell me the truth, don't make it up, I'll know if you do."

Harry allowed a light scowl to pass over his face for a brief second, before it caved in and he smiled amusedly.

"I have no plans, I have no intention of being an Auror right now, especially with the current ministry. To be honest I'd accept pretty much any job that'd have me because of what I can do, not who I am," Harry professed.

Lara blinked owlishly for a few moment.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Harry answered confusedly, "Why?"

"Well, I had assumed I'd have to pressure you into working for my family," Lara said through a laugh, "That's a relief, I didn't want to force you into working for me."

"Working for you?" Harry repeatedly dumbly, "I never said I'-"

"It's settled!" Lara exclaimed as she clapped her hands together, "Your attire for today should arrive soon."

Harry stared in disbelief up at Lara.

"I never said that I'd work for you," Harry pointed out, "In fact the entire situation makes me want to just walk away."

"Oh Harry," Lara murmured in a sad and strangely affectionate way as she leaned forwards and placed her hand under Harry's chin, tilting it up ever so slightly. "You still don't get it..." she almost whispered out, leaning ever closer.

Lara's lips claimed his slowly. There was no passion involved, no feelings, it was just a kiss. Harry at first considered leaning back and breaking away, but he found himself unable with no fault to magic. He could tell that beneath the lack of concern Lara exhibited for the kiss, she was holding herself back. The slight twitch of her lips was barely noticeable, but it was there. It wasn't long before Harry couldn't help himself, and responded in kind, melding his lips against hers.

All too soon for Harry's liking he felt Lara's lips slowly drew themselves away from his. he went to follow the, but found himself unable to; Lara's hand had slipped down onto his chest and held him in place.

"You don't have a choice in this Harry, you only have the illusion of choice," Lara said softly, allowing a satisfied smile to cross her face at the look of disappointment upon Harry's face.

Harry swallowed a small amount of saliva that had built up in his mouth over the course of the kiss. He wanted to be stubborn, to refute the woman in front of him, but he found himself unable.

"What would you have me do?" Harry asked quietly as his eyes closed up, blocking out the lovely figure in front of him.

Lara regarded the black haired man in front of her with a pleased expression seated upon her face.

"I would have you protect my family," Lara answered simply as she straightened up once again.

Everything in Harry's mind screamed at him to reject it. To reject her, no matter the consequences. But he couldn't. There was an ache in his chest which wouldn't go away. He felt useless, there was nothing he felt he could do without losing a part of himself. The part that had always been risen to the challenge when he was eleven and had continued to do so for his entire life.

Could he be satisfied with a Nine to five job? He honestly didn't know. He'd never tried it, and there was a chance he'd like it. The same thing day after day, no people trying to kill him. That was if he disregarded the one job he'd be good at. If he did go with being an Auror he'd have to deal with those situations.

"Lara?" Harry called out as quietly as he had spoken before.

"Yes, Harry?" Lara answered almost immediately, her eyes expectant.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked, his eyes focused upon the floor between his and Lara's feet," When I saw you before you were wearing a suit, so are you like a head of a company or something?"

"Would you like the elegant name for it, or the common name?" Lara asked calmly.

"Common works for me," Harry said with a slight shrug.

Had Harry looked up, he would have seen the slight pout that had formed upon Lara's lips, moments before she answered.

"I'm a Porn Star," Lara said nonchalantly.

Harry's head snapped upwards and his eyes met Lara's with an incredulous gaze. He opened his mouth slightly, before closing it again tightly.

"Out with it," Lara said as she rolled her eyes.

"Why?" Harry managed to say after a few more moments of being stunned.

"It would be futile to explain to you," Lara said with a tone of finality that Harry was sure that even Dumbledore couldn't have managed.

But even Dumbledore's attempts to dissuade him had failed when he was alive.

"I mean, you're good looking and all, I'm sure you're a hit," Harry began to say, his eyes flickering down past Lara's neckline of their own accord, "I'm sure there are better jobs then spreading your legs in front of a camera," stated blankly, a slight blush staining his cheeks.

Lara's eyes narrowed for a single moment, before her lips curved upwards in a sultry smile, causing Harry to shift uncomfortably for a moment and turn his gaze to the side, away from her face.

"So crude, and naive," Lara murmured as she pressed her hand against the top of Harry's head, and ran her fingers through his hair.

Harry shook his head, trying to remove Lara's hand from his head, but he was unable to.

"I'll make you a deal Harry," Lara said slowly, lifting her hand up off of Harry's head, "If you can look me in the eyes, and tell me that you don't want me truthfully, despite my profession, I will let you leave, in fact I'll book you a flight back to London, first class."

Harry inhaled through his nose suddenly. It seemed easy enough, just tell Lara that he didn't find her attractive. That was the easy part, the hard part was being honest about it. Something he wasn't sure he could do. He could still taste her lips upon his, the sensation was so unlike the kisses he had received from Cho and Ginny it was remarkable. It had just been a kiss, nothing more, nothing less.

"I," Harry began to say, before hesitating.

"Yes?" Lara urged Harry on calmly.

"I don't... understand why," Harry admitted, "Why would you choose that for yourself."

Lara allowed a genuine, if not slightly cold smile to overtake her features.

"I'd be concerned for you if you did," She murmured as she replaced her hand upon Harry's head and gently dragged her fingertips across his scalp.

"I can't say it," Harry said miserably, "No matter how badly I want to deny it I can't."

"I know," Lara breathed out softly, "That is why i chose it," she finished almost silently, but Harry still heard it.

His head lowered slightly in resignation.

"I could still just escape once I get my wand back," He muttered to himself, almost absently.

"But you won't," Lara said calmly as her finger tips tailed down from the top of Harry's head to his cheek, "You won't run from this."

"You don't know that," Harry louder then he had before.

"You're the only one your words are fooling, Harry," Lara chided softly as she withdrew her hand from Harry's face, "It seems as though your clothing is here," she said, almost disappointedly.

"Lara, I've brought what you asked for," a demure voice murmured from near the exit to the room.

"Thank you Inari," Lara said softly, "Please bring them over here, and help me unchain my guest."

A girl who looked to be a little younger than Harry walked into Harry's view. She was pretty, her clothing did little to hide her body type; She was more awkwardly skinny than sleek. Her skin was the colour of cream, and her dark hair was tied back in the same manner as Lara's. She wore a lavender replica of Lara's negligee.

"Isn't he a bit younger then usual?" the girl asked through a slight yawn, "I brought your whip also, incase you wanted to use it, Lara."

"Look who's talking," Harry said bluntly, before blinking in confusion, and worry, "Wait whip?" Harry asked quickly.

The girl's face seemed to flicker for a moment between a frown and an amused smile. Harry had to admit the frown she was able to give didn't look natural at all on her. On the other hand, the smile seemed to fit perfectly.

"I'll have you know I'm a virgin," the girl said happily, sticking her tongue out at Harry as she dropped the bundle of clothes onto the ground in front of Harry.

"Thank you Inari," Lara said with an amused smile upon her face as she reached down and folded away the top most article of clothing, revealing a wicked looking whip, "He's a virgin too," she added on in an afterthought.

Lara's eyes sparkled with something akin to sadism, causing Harry to inch away ever slightly.

"Do you want to have him for yourself?" she teased Inari lightly, winking at her.

Harry and Inari both protested at the same time; Harry saying he wouldn't sleep with her, and Inari saying she didn't want to sleep him him. They both stopped at the same time and gave each other a vaguely insulted look.

Lara allowed herself a light laugh as she held her hand out to Inari. Who stared at it blankly for a few moments, before her eyes lit up in understanding.

"Right! The key," she exclaimed as she bent down and fumbled with the clothes for a second, before pulling a key out, "Here you go," she passed the key to Lara, who was looking at Harry.

"Thank you," Lara said before motioning for Harry to bring his hands forward and curling her whip up and slipping her shoulder through the loop it created.

Harry obediently lifted his arms up from his side and held them out to Lara. Within seconds the cuffs had dropped from his wrists. Lara crouched quickly and repeated the procedure with Harry's ankles, before straightening up once again.

"Get dressed," she said simply, before turning around and walking out of the room.

Inari gave Harry a peculiar glance, before smiling and walking after Lara. Out of the room.

Harry's heart thudded in his chest, and not because of the two Raith women who were walking out of his cell. He ran his fingers over the indents on his wrists where the cuffs had dug into his skin. Without the danger of flooding the room he could easily escape. A quick shield to knock the two down and give himself a head start and he would be able to at least give himself a chance to escape. They had left him by himself, probably because there was only one way out of the room.

Then, on the other hand there was the small matter of him abusing their 'hospitality', and what they'd possibly do if he was caught.

As Harry slipped on his clothes he came to the conclusion that either way he'd be able to escape if he was required to. With that knowledge in mind he strode out of the Cell, into the equally white, and even more bright corridor connected to the under water room. He saw, a few meters down Lara standing next to Inari, talking quietly amongst themselves. Lara's eyes flickered upwards to him.

"You take almost as long as I do to get dressed," Lara drawled out in amusement, before she turned away from Inari and began walking off along the corridor.

Inari stayed still and waited for Harry to catch up, before smiling brightly at him.

"We got off on a weird foot," she said as she turned and began to walk with Harry, "So, how about we start over?"

Harry stared at Inari silently for a moment.

It would be rude not to reply nicely. But he hadn't been having a lot of luck with the female variety of his species. Inari seemed friendly, but then, so had May, and she had somehow gotten him into a situation where he found himself on a completely different continent. Then again, the anxious gleam in Inari's eyes told him she wasn't entirely trusting of him. But then again, he doubted he would if he met someone in his position.

Inari bit down on her lip as she waited for his response.

Harry sighed internally; he couldn't fault her for something that hadn't happened, and had a huge chance of not happening at all, especially since he didn't know what could happen.

"I'd like that," Harry said with a small smile.

He was rewarded with a smile in return, three times as big.

"I'm Inari," the dark haired girl told Harry, "Your turn," she said grinning.

A small laugh escaped Harry involuntarily. The girl's cheerfulness was contagious.

"I'm Harry, and it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, winking lightly at Inari, she responded in kind with a laugh.

"You're British?" Inari questioned curiously. Following Harry's look of surprise, Inari couldn't help but grin, "Your accent is a dead give-away."

"Ah, you got me pegged," Harry admitted.

"How long have you been in Chicago?" Inari asked, glancing ahead to Lara, who was just within listening distance.

Harry frowned lightly.

"Did Lara put you up to this?" Harry accused blankly.

Inari shook her head lightly.

"No, when I asked her about you she wouldn't tell me anything, so," Inari trailed off, allowing her gaze to fall to the side.

"Sorry," Harry said in spite of himself, "The last few days haven't had me at my best."

"That's alright," Inari said softly, "I shouldn't pester you so much, you're probably leaving soon anyway." A small frown appeared on Inari's face.

"No, It looks like I'll be around for a while," Harry said without thinking. He smiling at Inari lightly, ignoring the fact that it was his choice whether or not he had just lied or had told the truth to her.

The effect was instantaneous, Inari's face was overtaken by a smile again, not as big as it had been prior, but it was a lot better than the frown she had been sporting seconds before.

Silence reigned supreme for a few minutes as the three transversed the corridors.

"I only got here yesterday," Harry said as he glanced back to Inari.

"Oh," Inari said with a small bit of surprise, "Why were you chained up like that then?"

Inari's eyes widened slightly.

"You and Lara aren't, you know, are you?" Inari asked quickly, making a few weird connecting motions with her hands.

Harry blinked perplexedly.

"I just met her yesterday," Harry explained.

Inari's mouth formed an 'o' momentarily, before she grinned sheepishly at Harry.

"I was kidding about before you know," Inari said quickly afterwards.

"About what?" Harry questioned confusedly.

"About Lara usually having men down there," Inari said guiltily, lowering her gaze to the ground.

Harry stared at Inari bemusedly for a few moments, before glancing ahead to Lara, who had paused at the final door.

Harry leaned closer to Inari and cupped his hand to her ear.

"I don't know whether to be thankful or afraid," he whispered, Inari giggled, "Although it might be both," he added in an after though.

"I would have tied you to my bed, but you would have gotten the wrong idea," Lara said smoothly as she turned her head around and smirked lightly at Harry.

Harry briefly looked like a deer caught in the headlights before Lara allowed a laugh to flow past her lips.

"How did you hear that?" Harry asked, before turning to Inari, and opening his mouth, only to snap it shut as Inari shrugged lightly.

"Alright," Lara exclaimed, clapping her hands together and focusing on Harry, "From here on you're a guest in full context, so no trying to run away, or else someone might get the wrong idea."

Harry nodded slowly, his mind racing with thoughts of what 'the wrong idea' could be, and what it would mean for him.

He doubted it would be a good thing.

"Here we go," Lara said as she pulled the door open. Beyond it was a metal structure about the size of a small room. It wasn't solid and was surrounded in cement.

Harry looked uncertainly at it as both Lara and Inari stepped through the door onto it. It shifted slightly from side to side. Hary stepped through the door onto the structure, which was suspended in the air.

"How far underground are we?" Harry asked as calmly as he could, ignoring the darkness which seemed to go on as far as he could see through the mesh covered floor.

"A few hundred metres," Lara said, looking to Inari for confirmation.

She received a small shrug in return.

"Why so deep?" Harry questioned as he felt the elevator shudder into motion, he almost lost his balance, but luckily was able to steady himself with one of the rails.

"Makes it harder to escape from," Lara informed Harry as she traced the texture of the long length of interwoven leather which rested upon her shoulder.

"Are you kidding?" Harry asked increduously, "There is no way I could get out of here."

"That's the idea," Lara agreed.

Inari leaned over close to Harry, and placed her lips next to his ear.

"It's also because some of the family valubles are down there, Daddy won't even let me see any of them, he told me he'd let me look through the stuff when I'm older though, which seems like a lame excuse," she whispered so softly that Harry was almost unable to hear her.

"We're here," Lara announced, just in time for Harry and Inari to look up.


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