Chapter 4 Harrison James Potter
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"Chazley, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be home later," I said as I walked through the kitchen, toward the garage door, where my "brother" was with his new Beau.
"Alright. Call me if you need a ride home," Chez replied, pulling his face away from his latest conquest with an audible smack.
Shaking my head, I made my way into the garage, and slid into the drivers seat of my 911 Porsche Turbo. I smiled, and kissed the steering wheel, loving the power emitting from the car. I made my way down the long, winding driveway, and thought it funny that Chaz knew where I was going without me even having to tell him. I glanced in the rearview mirror and watched as Potter manor faded into the distance as I drove away. Also funny how I never knew THAT existed until I was 18. That, and all the other things I'd inherited from my parents, the Blacks, the Peverells, and the Hogwarts Founders. I have a lot of shit, basically.
I pulled into my reserved parking space at the most popular gay club in London, Gladiator's, and glanced around the mostly empty parking lot. I looked at my watch. 9:43pm. Almost Happy Hour, the club'll be packed then. I sat back in the seat and turned the radio up lowly, as I closed my eyes.
*FLASHBACK*
"Harry, this is your younger brother. His name is Chazley Nicoli Brimming. You've never met him have you?" Sarah Preston, a ministry case worker, had asked me.
I was 17 and just now finding out about my adopted younger brother?
"Umm, no." I had replied, looking at the handsome boy in front of me.
He wore a black and blue plaid shirt, over stylish faded and baggy grey jeans. His black converses were faded and worn out, with white paint splatters on them. His flushed face was angelic, and slightly chubby. His clear eyes were big and round, giving off a false sense of innocence. His nose was small and round, whereas his lips were full and pink. The flirty tilt to his lips wiped away any false innocence his eyes may have employed.
"Hello, Harry." He'd said, confidently sticking out his his right hand for me to shake.
I later learned that Chaz was six years older than me, and had only survived Voldemort's attack because he hadn't been brought home from his orphanage in Scotland yet.. He was also apparently really my god-brother; he was the son of one of my father's classmates.
*END FLASHBACK*
I opened my eyes, and realized the parking lot was much more full now. I glanced at my watch. It's now happy hour... Time to get to work.
I got out of my car, making sure to beep it locked. Merlin, I love this place.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx I sauntered inside and winked at the coat checker, letting him know I needed to be clocked in for the night. He winked back in understanding, and I turned to check out the poles.
Jordan(Pookie) Thomas was on pole one tonight. He caught my eye, and winked, swinging his hips suggestively at me with a laugh. Pole two was being worked by Dylan(baby-face) Jones. A private room was crowded by two higher priced strippers. It cost $150 just to step inside the room.
"Harry..." Came a seductive voice from behind me.
"Jordan." I smiled, turning to face him, "how are they treating you tonight?"
"Fine, fine," he shrugged, fanning himself obviously with a large stack of bills, "I saw a cutie walk in a while ago. He had a couple bags with him... He looked to be your type~" he trailed off at the end suggestively, turning to saunter away, "He's the blonde at the bar." He smiled, And disappeared into the crowd.
I made my way through the crowd, heading toward the bar. He must have been something if Jordan recommended him to me. Jordan was very picky when it came to who was hot and who wasn't. But, of course, you can't look like Jordan and not be a bit cocky about someone's looks. The man was fucking gorgeous.
I finally made it to the bar(after having my ass smacked and fondled more than was probably necessary), and then I saw him...