Disclaimer: I don't own Dollhouse, Echo, Laurence, or any of the characters. They are the property of Fox, Joss Whedon, Eliza Dushku, etc. I also don't own Harry Potter, etc. He and company belong to JK Rowling.
Story: The war was over and Harry was cast out. They hadn't even given her a chance to make sure Voldemort was dead. No, they banish her and send her back to her muggle relatives, to which Vernon finally gets rid of her by giving her to the Dollhouse.
Set after episode S1.9 ("A Spy in the House of Love"), making it AU from then on.
Spoilers: Definitely, all vague now but there's specific mentions of things that happened in episodes. Major spoilers coming up. EDIT: watch for spoilers for episode "Haunted" (S1.10).
Warnings: Violence, language, sexual situations, etc.
Pairings: Laurence/Harry (Romeo), Topher/Ivy, slight Paul/Mellie, slight Paul/Echo, Adelle/Victor/Sierra, Alpha/Echo, Claire/Boyd/Ramirez. Crack pairings of the century, hahaha!

A/n: The poll is finally speeding up. So I'll give everyone by the start of Dollhouse season 2 (FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 25 9/10 ET/PT) to vote and then I'll close the poll.

The Lost Girl
Chapter Two: Be My Biggest Fan

"How the fuck can you handle this job?" Laurence grimaced, nursing a shot of vodka.

Boyd sighed and shrugged. "I focus on trying to make sure Echo is okay. If you haven't noticed, I ease my 'conscience' through repeated use of sarcasm and barbs."

A week. One miserable week and he already hated his job as a handler. He wanted back to being Head of Security. He wanted to get away from the engagements. He didn't want the absolute hands-on role that Adelle had thrust onto him.

"How's Romeo?" Boyd asked, watching him intently.

"She's fine. Goes out and does her job. Does it perfectly. And because she's new, everyone's asking for her. It's like she's a precious, fucking commodity. Something shiny and brand new, so everyone wants a taste."

"Ah, like the Bella Swan situation."

Laurence slowly moved back. 'What the fuck?' his mind whispered. "Who?"

"You know, the girl from the Twilight series. She moves to Forks, and everyone in high school wants to be her friend because she's new and foreign."

"…Do I want to know how you know that, Langton?" he stared warily at Boyd.

The other man raised an eyebrow.

"Okay…maybe I'm a little curious."

"Last month, Echo was hired as…a nanny for some rich guy's kids and was reading the Twilight series to them. Needless to say, I had to stay there for awhile and ended up being subject to books one to three."

Laurence tried to hide his laughter as coughing, but it was rather poorly done. He'll just blame that on the alcohol.

"Too bad. You're missing book four. It's not a complete set if you don't finish."

Boyd sent him a withering glare.

"So, nanny huh? Let me guess, nanny fantasy going through his mind?"

"How'd you know?" Boyd's glare intensified, but was aimed at the table and at the aforementioned visage of the client pictured in his mind.

"Met him. Beginning of this week. Refrained from punching his face in," Laurence said, gaining his own glare and throwing back his drink down his throat. "And what are you talking about foreign? I get new. Romeo's only been here for a week, and hasn't quite settled in just yet. But foreign?"

"She's British," Boyd stated amusedly.

"So? They wipe the accent, so no one would be able to tell anyway."

"Miss DeWitt's been using it as a selling point. The clients like that, even if they can't tell Romeo's British. They find something attractive about being with an 'exotic' female."

Laurence harshly breathed out, "That would be just like that woman. And you know what's worse? Even when Romeo's novelty wears off, she's been doing such a good job that there's definitely going to be return customers. She's going to be sought after for awhile."

"You have to admit," Boyd hesitated. "Romeo is very pretty. She has unique coloring. Especially black hair with green eyes? It's an unusual combination, never mind the fact that her eyes' shade of green is…quite distinctive. And you should notice that her skin is uncommonly colored such a pale white, but it's actually fair and not sallow or sickly looking. It's like she's carved from marble. Her skin is also nearly flawless, with the exception with that lightning bolt on the middle of her forehead."

Laurence clenched his jaw, "What are you trying to say?"

"Romeo has unique and beautiful traits, the kind most people gawk at and the type people are easily attracted to. She was probably very envied by women and wanted by men pre-Doll life. Those little tidbits aren't going to change now."

"She's not the only beautiful Doll in the House," Laurence said uncomfortably.

"She's not, I agree. But she's most probably the most beautiful. Don't get me wrong, all the other Dolls have desirable traits as well. Sierra is exotic and pretty, but she hasn't the build. A little too skinny, not enough curves. And we don't send her out on those kinds of assignments, which makes her lose gain with clients. Echo, however, does have the body that makes her sexy, but at the same time she has a plain coloring. Her face helps to make her a bit more unique, but brown hair and brown eyes is still unassuming qualities. On the other hand, the only thing that makes Romeo somewhat objectionable is the fact she's young. And she looks it."

Laurence looked away and Boyd gave him a sympathetic and knowing look.

"But with our clientele, that's not really a problem. In fact, some of them most likely like that Romeo's young. Or we're also probably going to gain a new range of clients because of that."

The blond poured more of the liquor into his glass, and averted his eyes to his drink.

"She's going to be singled out, Laurence. For a long time. It won't be long until she gains popularity with the clients and starts competing for the top spot with Echo. Those two will be at the top, taking turns at who's number one, and likely to share the top until their contracts are over."

"At least there's no Alpha," Laurence muttered.

"So Victor's okay? 'Man-reaction' not withstanding?"

Laurence grunted, "He doesn't nearly have the awareness or the level of adaptability that Alpha and Echo have shown."

Boyd stiffened up, "I understand that you're worried about Echo. I see your concerns. But she's my Active and I know her. She won't turn out like Alpha."

The on break Head of Security sighed heavily before facing the other handler, "I…understand. I'm still wary of her, but DeWitt told me something about her. The difference between Echo and Alpha. And besides…She did good finding the spy."

Boyd almost smirked, but refrained. Laurence was reluctant as it was, no need to push the issue further.

Laurence stood up abruptly.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on my Active. Make sure she's okay before it's off to bed," Boyd nodded and lifted his drink, and he gave a small nod in return.

He traversed the halls of the Dollhouse, finally locating Romeo at one of the indoor pools. She wasn't swimming, just staring at her reflection as she sat on the edge with her legs in the water.

"Romeo?"

She looked up, green eyes widening childishly in delight.

"Hello," she gave him a vacant smile.

He reluctantly smiled back, "What are you doing here if you're not swimming?"

"The water."

He blinked in confusion. "What?"

Romeo looked back at the water, "There's something about the water. Someone's stuck in it."

Laurence stiffened up. Shit, if Romeo had any chance of becoming aware like Echo and Alpha, he was going to have problems.

"They're screaming now," Romeo whispered.

He stared.


Hermione Jane Granger stared at the bulking man in front of her, with something akin to disdain in her eyes and definitely fury. She whipped out her wand and sneered, threatening Vernon Dursley with a hard look.

"Listen, Mr. Dursley. I don't have time for this. Tell. Me. Where. Harry. Is?!" Sparks flew out of the tip of her wand.

Ron Weasley snorted coolly in the background, leaning lazily against the wall but at the ready should he need to act. His cornflower blue eyes bored harshly into all three muggles, condemning them to the spot.

"I told you, the freak ran away! You and your kind abandoned her and she couldn't handle it!"

Vernon was in no mood to deal with angry freaks in his home, no matter how dangerous they seemed. They were just kids after all. And he'd had the worse week in his life. The money he received from the Dollhouse in exchange for Harry was the only bright point, because from then things suddenly went worse. Somehow, he was fired from his job and then his car was taken. To make things worse, his home was foreclosed! The money he got from the Dollhouse went quickly to save his home, which was outrageously priced higher than he remembered, and then to get his car back.

He still didn't have a job.

Hermione's eyes narrowed and her lips pulled back into a snarl. She flicked her wand and Dudley suddenly rose into the air and turned upside down, Petunia screaming as she tried to pull him back down.

"Tell me where she is or he'll be in that position permanently."

Vernon's eyes widened, "The fucking bitch is in the Dollhouse! She's there! I don't know what else to say! Just put him down!"

Ron pushed himself off the wall, stalking towards the family coldly. "And what, pray tell, is this Dollhouse?"

Vernon hesitated.

"Explain. Now," Hermione growled.

Vernon whimpered and then started to talk.

Sometime later, Hermione and Ron swept out of the ordinary house and apparated to the old Order headquarters.

"Well, that was informative," Ron scowled.

"That son of a bitch! How dare he sell Harry like that? I should've killed him" Hermione clenched her jaw.

"Didn't expect you to go semi-Death Eater on the brat though," Ron said amusedly.

She shrugged uncaringly, "We needed to find her. And that was all that matters."

Ron's amused demeanor turned dark, "We'll have to find Harry first. And she'll think we had betrayed her, if this wiping thing doesn't have her unable to remember us."

"We'll just have to prove ourselves, won't we?" Hermione frowned.

"Of course. Now, we're going to have to start looking for this Dollhouse thing."


"What a surprise, Wesley. I wasn't expecting you," Adelle stated, greeting Wesley warmly.

He waved a hand impatiently, "Is Romeo free for the night?"

Adelle was surprised again. "But…I thought you didn't use Dolls that way?"

Wesley looked at her with an unfathomable gaze, "I'm making an exception. Is she free?"

"Well, she had an appointment today, but she is free tonight."

"Then I want an overnight engagement," Wesley straightened up, making the request with a stoic gaze.

Adelle almost gaped, but refrained at the last minute. "O-of course. What would you be planning on doing and what type of personality do you want imprinted?"

"Dinner and sex," he said bluntly, surprising her for the third time. "I want her original personality."

"Her original personality…" she hesitated.

"Just keep out her original memories and she'll be herself, just without them," a hint of irritation leaked into his voice.

"Well then. We'll get to work on it. The same name?"

"Yes. I'll meet her at the park around the corner from here. Have Laurence drop her off and trail behind us by at least 5 minutes behind."

He left after some more things were sorted out and a stunned Adelle called Topher so he could get the imprint ready, and then called Laurence.

"Prep your Active. She has an engagement tonight," she ordered him dazedly, and he stared at her hesitantly.

"So soon? She just finished one today…"

"It was a last minute arrangement," she continued in a dazed tone.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

Adelle turned confused eyes to Laurence, "Would you sleep with a Doll, Mr. Dominic?"

"Miss DeWitt?" he asked confusedly, eyes widening.

"It's strange. Wesley has always stated that he prefers what he calls 'real women.' He's never slept with a Doll before, and now he's suddenly here and requesting an engagement with Romeo. I…don't suppose you would know if something occurred between the two before our Romeo became Romeo, do you?"

Laurence did in fact think so. The British head of the London Dollhouse had shown so much hostility towards him when he'd caught Romeo impulsively kissing him on the cheek, which was strange for the usually polite and sometimes even jovial man. Wesley had never shown that much antagonism towards him before, and it was clearly obvious even though Wesley hadn't acknowledged him again after his curt greeting.

But to acknowledge that would mean he'd have to talk about how he came by Wesley's animosity, starting with the strangely intimate discussion he'd had with Romeo…with Harry.

"I didn't see anything, Miss DeWitt."

She sighed and nodded in an aggravated manner. "Alright. Well, go on. Get Romeo ready for tonight. Pick a suitable outfit in according to this imprint."

Laurence nodded and left for the clothing warehouse where all the various clothing was kept for the Actives. As he headed there, he started to read the imprint file he had been giving, freezing in his tracks as he read on.

Imprint base: Henrietta Potter
Imprint name: Henrietta
Personality: Original base, remove memories. Imprint should act like the original, with the memories absent. Create false memories of an on-going relationship with Wesley Charles.
Additional skills: None requested.
Engagement classification: Romantic/sexual.
Engagement specifications: Dinner date and overnight stay.

The rest of the information and any details that involved the client's confidentiality were classified to handlers, though he could probably obtain the information as he was still also the Head of Security.

He scowled, going through what he read in his mind as he continued on. It seemed this was definite evidence that Wesley had something of a…fixation on Harry, and that there had definitely been something going on before Harry had become Romeo. It was all too obvious with whom Wesley had requested as a must for a name, and of whom the imprint base should be. And the man was adamant that the personality wasn't just the same, it actually was Harry's personality.

The fact was, Wesley Charles had never shown any interest in the Dolls in that way before Romeo.

And Romeo had been Harry. Someone who Wesley seemed to have quickly grown attached to.

It somehow bothered Laurence. Not that he knew why exactly. But it just did.

He shook himself out of it and noticed he was already in the warehouse. He started looking through the clothing racks labeled for Romeo and picked out a simple outfit. And while he was trying to be conservative, he also knew it was the type of clothing Harry would've preferred anyway.

He sighed and tried not to mind the shortness of the black dress, but it was a lot better than many of the other outfits there. It was a simple dress, solid black (which he'd always assume was a classic and they say you can never go wrong with a black dress) with no sleeves and should clasp at the back of her neck. But there wasn't a way for cleavage, so he wasn't as bothered with the no sleeves as he would've been otherwise. He also grabbed a set of small pearled jewelry and black pumps, and inwardly twitched when he'd acknowledged the fact that he was moving through the motions as if he had been doing it his entire life. Well, he had done stand-ins before and observed the handlers when he'd handled his job as Head of Security. He supposed it shouldn't be all that surprising that he seemed to be able to easily fit the role of handler then.

He ignored Topher, waiting as Romeo finished being imprinted, and glad that Boyd had been able to bring her up while he had been busy rummaging for clothes.

"H –" what should he call her? They'd imprinted her to be Henrietta, but he'd gotten the impression that she had preferred Harry as he'd listened in to the rare conversation she'd had with both Adelle and Wesley as they'd walked around the London Dollhouse.

"Harry," he chanced. She opened her eyes and gave a familiar lopsided grin.

"Hey. I hope Wesley hasn't been waiting long. I must've taken a nap or something."

She was still in the process of adjusting to the imprint, so she wasn't questioning where they were or that Laurence was leading her to one of the changing rooms there. He turned his back and let her change into the dress, and when he turned back around he noticed that he was right that the dress would be too short, falling to just above her knees. But she still looked classy, so he relaxed a fraction.

Directing her to the vanity set, he sat her down in front of the mirror and started putting the jewelry he'd brought with him on her. His first time as Romeo's handler, he had had no idea that they sometimes had to put make up on their Dolls, and generally fixing them up other than finding clothes and accessories. He'd gaped like an idiot at Topher for a second there, before coming to his senses and dragging Romeo away. The first few times were very trying (he was a fucking man, what the hell did he know about makeup?) and the first time he'd actually given up and asked Ramirez for help. After that, he'd diligently learned as he'd observed and listened to what the woman advised him, keeping it in mind as he grew more comfortable with his tasks as handler.

Grimacing at himself, he sighed and gently tilted her head back, tentatively starting to line her eyes with the black eyeliner. His hands worked quickly but carefully in applying the cosmetics, swiping light brown eye shadow before smearing bright red lipstick onto her lips. He hesitated but then decided to lightly dab her cheeks with very light pink blush. He dropped the items he used into the purse she was going to take with her, assured that she would soon be more accustomed to her imprint and be able to touch up her makeup herself while on the date. Lastly, he quickly rolled her hair into a messy bun, letting strands fall around her face.

"Come on, Henrietta. I'll drop you off where you're supposed to meet Wesley," he said, guiding her out.

He didn't expect being a handler to be so stressful.


"I was thinking…maybe we can go on a vacation," Harry said, entwining her fingers with Wesley's as they lay together in bed.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked, contentedly holding her and kissing behind her earlobe.

"I've never been outside of Britain. This is the first time I've been outside there, and it's for school. I was thinking of maybe somewhere with a lot of sun?" she suggested, snuggling back against him.

"How about Hawaii?" he smiled against her skin.

"That's sounds absolutely lovely."

She turned around in his hold, kissing him firmly on his mouth and Wesley sighed happily into her kiss.

The next morning, he had her ready and knew, even though she had no idea, that Laurence would be coming soon to pick her up. Soon enough, the doorbell rang and he answered it.

Laurence nodded politely to him before looking passed him and to Harry.

"It's time for your treatment," he said quietly, but the girl heard and she smiled brightly.

"Love you! I'll be back, Wes. I'm just going to go for my treatment," she kissed him quickly and then lightly jogged to Laurence, who started leading her away from him as she chattered about the time she had with him happily.

He sighed half in frustration and half in contentedness.

Laurence had glanced back to catch the mixture of emotions before steadfastly looking back forward and focusing on Romeo.

When Laurence had finally reached the Dollhouse and had Romeo wiped, he wrote up his report and then went to deliver his oral report to Adelle. He blinked several times in surprise as he caught sight of the LA head looking like she was drowning in a sea of paperwork and with a harassed look on her face.

"Miss DeWitt?"

Her head snapped up and she stared at him for a few moments. Then her face transformed into a happy look, and it looked as if a light bulb had been lit in her head.

"Mr. Dominic, I must tell you, I had no idea how much work your job entailed. As you can see, I had hastily decided to give you a break from your duties, and in that respect took it on myself. I am, for once…failing remarkably."

"Does that mean I get to go back to my usual profession, ma'am?" he said, trying not to sound too eager.

"Not quite," she sighed. "I was wondering if you could take on your usual duties as Head of Security as well as your duties as handler."

Laurence's eyes widened slightly, but she continued.

"I understand that is a lot of work, and quite a bit I'm asking of you. That is why I've decided, outside of engagements, for Romeo to be imprinted as your personal assistant and to help with your duties."

He was immediately shocked at the request and the solution. He hid his wince and pointed out something that was one of his worries.

"But aren't we warned against imprinting a Doll with the same imprint constantly?"

Adelle surprisingly smiled, "Topher's informed myself that he's been currently developing a way around that problem. He has a solution to it now that we're going to use Romeo to test it out on."

While Laurence wasn't happy they were going to use his Active as a guinea pig, he didn't speak out and nodded his agreement.

"Great. We'll have her start tomorrow."

Started 6/10/09 –Completed 6/14/09