The Black Circle

Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)

Pairing(s); HP/OC (friendship) ( Pairings subject to change)

Warning(s): violence, language, slash

AN: I don't know anything about British/American money so I'm making it all up.

Prologue (Part Two)

"SHANE CARVER!" Shane's elbow slipped off the arm of his chair and nearly smashed his chin on the table in front of him as the enraged shout of one who could only belong to of the Black Circle echoed through the medium-sized dining hall. Shane managed to regain his dignity before a brown-haired man with electric blue eyes slammed into the hall.

"Don't you know the meaning of 'private dining hall' Orion?" Shane asked in a bored, yet dangerous, tone. Orion paused briefly, as if debating whether Shane was really mad at him or not, before continuing up to stand in front of the man. "What is it you want?"

"I need to talk to you about that Dursley fellow." Orion said with a small sneer of disgust.

"The one who entered our tavern downtown and lost a good deal of money to us?" Shane asked, vaguely recalled an obese man with a mustache. "What about him?" He asked in a bored tone, not really wanting to talk about the fat whale of a man just after he ate.

"He hasn't paid up yet." Shane tilted his head in slight interest.

"When I was there he only lost a small amount. Something in the area of a thousand American dollars. Am I right?" Orion nodded. "So what's the problem?"

"Well, he promised to come back and pay up at a later date so we gave him until yesterday night. I haven't been in and neither has Dominic. But I hear from Siren that the man's been back. And he's been gambling again with our people." At this, Shane frowned and leaned foreword in his chair.

"And how has he been doing?"

"He won some, and then lost it all against Siren. But he kept going and said he'd pay Siren back as he kept losing….." Shane sighed. "He now owes me and Siren around thirty thousand." Shane whistled.

"That's a large load of cash. Did he say he could produce it?"

"Some of it, yes." Orion scowled. "He's a pig Shane. I could hear him mumbling something about selling….it sounded like 'a boy'." Shane let out a small growl. How he hated gamblers that sold their children or other's children to pay up a debt! If there was anything – and there wasn't much mind – that he hated and that the Black Circle didn't tolerate, it was slavery or selling of a child. Consensual S&M however….

"Gather Siren, Dominic, and Aden. We're going to pay this man a little visit. He'd be at his office right about now?"

"Grunnings." Shane snorted. "Lunch break in thirty." His boys sure did their work.

"Good. Dress your worse. I'll meet you outside his office in twenty and we'll all go up and have him a chat." Orion nodded. He clicked his heels together, straightened his back, and saluted before spinning on his heel and leaving the room.

Shane stood up, waved his hand, and the dishes on the table disappeared to the kitchen. With one last lip curl at the thought of Dursley, he strode out of the room through a hidden back entrance and made his way calmly to his private rooms. Once inside he shed his bedclothes and strode over to the large wardrobe. A wave of a hand opened it and he stepped inside.

He pulled down a pair of dragonhide pants and slid them on. The leather look-alike hugged his legs snugly until about mid-calf then flared out slightly to allow boots to be slid underneath. He left the top button undone for the moment and began to rifle through the array of shirts.

Five seconds later he had a blood-red sleeveless tee in hand and a black mesh top in the other. The black mesh went on first and after it settled on his body he slid the red tee over it. He shook himself out, tucked the mesh shirt into the pants, and then added a studded leather belt to the ensemble.

Bending down he pushed aside a few pairs of calf-length boots until he found the one's he was looking for. They were made out of blood red dragonhide, with black shading and buckles. The boots themselves went nearly up to his knee, so he tucked the pants into them and buckled them.

He completed the ensemble with a pair of matching spiked wrist cuffs, a thick dog choker-chain, and black nail polish. He strode out of the wardrobe and snatched his wand holster off his end-table. The black wand he rarely used was tucked safely inside. He only carried it with him under a charm that only allowed people who knew of magic – and believed of it – could see it.

He strapped a knife into a hidden pocket in each boot, and one went into the holster on his belt. Four vials of potions – one healing, one veritaserum, and two that exploded when thrown – went into the vial holder on his other side. All four vials magically shrunk to fit in the small holders.

He wandlessly summoned his gun holsters to himself along with the long, black, half-trench coat half-wizarding cloak. The holsters were slung over his back policeman-style and after checking that the guns were loaded, he slid them into the holsters that peeked out under each arm.

Lastly, he waved his hand and his hair shortened a bit and spiked into fine points. Red streaks appeared the inky blackness. His pupils shortened from slits to round dots and the odd red color changed to blue. He totally planned on shifting back to his true form once he was alone with Dursley.

He strode out of his room and was pleased to find Siren, Dominic, Aden and Orion waiting for him in the main exit to the garages. He shot them a smirk as he studied their choice of clothing.

They all had on varying colors of leather or dragonhide pants. Dominic had on a mesh shirt like his own, just without the red tee over it. Siren had a red and orange shirt that was charmed to look like flames – the charm however, was dormant for the time being. Aden and Orion, siblings, both had on royal blue tees and a black undershirt. All four had the leather coat like Shane's – it did have the symbol of the Black Circle on the back after all!

"So who's ready to threaten some fat ass?"

TBC

Here's the next chappie. Don't worry, you will get to see Shane threaten Vernon. That'll be one of my favorite parts to write.

Okay, this chappie is finally beta'd. The next chapter (1) will be re-posted within the next week and chapter two in the next two weeks. After that it'll probably by one-two chapters a week depending on how fast I write.