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"My son works here?" James asked incredulously as he looked up at the dark building in front of him. It was eleven o'clock at night and the bouncer at the door was staring at them coldly. Sirius shrugged.
"That's what Tonks said, she was here this morning. This is The Dollhouse, right?" he said, pulling out a map of London from his pocket. Kingsley rolled his eyes.
"You boys act as if you have never seen a strip club before." He said jokingly. "Put that map away before you get us kicked out before we even get in."
Sirius grumbled, tossing the map over his shoulder where it hit Remus in the face. There were five on the team all up. James and Remus were the scouts while Kingsley, Sirius and Bill acted as the back-up.
"How on earth did you three convince Dumbledore to let you guys on the team anyway?" Bill asked James as they approached the door.
"Well, my incredible debating skills along with my stunning good looks made it very hard for him to-"
"Everybody else was busy." interrupted Remus. James pouted as everyone else laughed at his expense. The group entered and looked around. The club was filled with smoke and stung at their eyes as they walked. The bar ran along the wall to the left and there were four different mini stages in the room, each one with a different girl. The main stage at the back had a large pole, where a naked girl was currently hanging upside down. Stairs along the end of the bar lead up to the VIP deck above the rest of the crowd. The other wizards looked around in amazement as Kingsley went up to the bar and ordered a round. When he returned, they quickly found a booth and they sat back, scanning the room. The music pumped loudly and they could barely hear themselves think.
"Well he isn't a barman." Kingsley said, sipping his scotch.
"What are we supposed to be looking for?" Sirius hissed loudly at Bill. Bill shrugged, unable to take his eyes off the girl in front of him.
"Don't tell Fleur I was here." He replied. Sirius chuckled at the redhead before turning to Remus.
"Can you smell him here?" he nearly shouted. Remus shook his head.
"There are so many scents in here, I can barely smell you." He said. "Almost everything reeks of sex." Remus's eyes flickered to the girl above him. She reeked of alcohol and sickness.
James shook his head. "I don't even know what he looks like anymore, how we are supposed to-"he was abruptly cut off as Kingsley held up his hand. He motioned for everyone to be quiet and pointed to the VIP floor. The railing surrounding the floor was glass and you could see a small sitting on large couches around a small table. There were three men and two women all up. The man on the left was a large middle aged guy with thinning hair and dark sunglasses covering his eyes (despite being inside). In the centre was a thin white man with square glasses resting on his nose who looked to be in his early thirties. He wore an expensive suit and had an arm around a woman on each side. Finally, the man on the far right looked to be around eighteen. He had black hair that seemed to absorb the light and pale skin. He wore dark jeans and a leather jacket, a pair of designer sunnies resting on his head. James watched as the man –'boy,' he reminded himself- drained his glass before lighting up a cigarette. He took a drag before saying something that caused all at the table to burst out laughing.
"What do you think?" Bill asked as everyone else turned back.
"It... it could be him. He just looks so... old." James said as the others strained to hear him. All of a sudden the glass in Remus's hand shattered, spilling his drink over himself. Everyone turned to him and Remus looked sheepish.
"Sorry, werewolf strength. I forget sometimes." He said. Sirius raised his eyebrows at the werewolf but said nothing. Remus turned back to where they thought Harry was, only to find the boy had left. Remus's eyes scanned the room in a panic, desperate to catch another look at who he thought was his godson. Kingsley put his hand on Remus's arm, giving him a pointed look.
"Calm down Remus, we have all night to look." He said and Remus deflated slightly. Bill finished off his drink and placed the glass on the table.
"Why don't we just go ask someone to speak to him?" he asked. The three marauders began to scoff until Kingsley started nodding.
"Good idea son." With that the broad-shouldered Auror stood up and skulled his drink. "Stay here." He commanded and walked over to the bar. The others watched him from their seats as he waited to be served. They could see him gesturing to their booth as he talked to the barman before walking back and taking a seat.
"Well?" James asked impatiently. Kingsley grinned.
"They are setting us a room up out back for the meeting." He replied, patting Bill on the back. "Good work Bill." The redhead smirked at the three older men, who grumbled slightly. Kingsley looked at the three marauders before pulling some sunglasses out of his pockets.
"Put these on." He said. Sirius looked at them curiously.
"Why? It's hard enough to see already!" he exclaimed. Kingsley rolled his eyes at the Black Monarch.
"Because I don't want the kid feinting in shock if he recognises you. He hasn't seen anyone from his old life in eleven years. He's probably going to start crying and hugging you or something and I'd rather do that after he hears what we have to say." He replied, not very confident when it came to emotions. Finding criminals was so much easier then lost relatives.
The three others nodded as they put their glasses on. Kingsley glanced around before leaning in closer.
"Now boys, I don't want you to be too shocked at what Harry tells us, just be prepared okay?" he said just loud enough for the others to hear. James frowned.
"What do you mean, shocked? Why would we be shocked?" he asked.
"Well," Kingsley began, "there are only two reasons I can think of as to why they would offer us a private room in the back, and I don't think you would like either of them. He isn't a bouncer in the club, that's for sure."
"What do you think he does?" asked Sirius as the light seemed to dawn in Bills eyes. Kingsley shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm pretty sure he is going to be sell-"the Auror was cut off as a slim brunette in a skimpy bikini placed a hand on his shoulder. The others turned to her (Bill's eyes widening) and she smiled warmly.
"Mr Morgan is ready for you now, if you would follow me." She said in a musical voice. Kingsley nodded politely, giving the others a look that translated loosely to something like 'be cool'. The men followed the swaying woman through a curtain that the boys didn't even notice until she was already through. They wandered down a short hall and turned the corner. The music had all but faded and all that could be heard was the heavy base rattling in their chests. The corridor continued a long way down, doors on both sides. The wizards didn't get very far along though as the woman opened the first door on her left and ushered them inside before smiling and closing it behind her. The men spread out across the room and surveyed the room.
The area was brightly lit and had a sunken seating area, with two round couches and a table in the centre. There was enough space to easily sit ten people. The walls were a smooth cream colour with the back feature wall painted a light grey. Attatched to the right hand side sat a marble bench with cupboards underneath, a sink and a collection of spirits. There was a door along the left and a large abstract painting in the centre. The back wall was blank except for the series of gold plates nailed in; depicting different awards the club had won. The red carpet was thick and plush, and all up the room screamed taste and money.
"Please, have a seat." A voice came from the corner and the wizards turned to see the boy from earlier had entered the room. He was leaning on the doorframe and watching them with a welcoming smile on his face. Up close, Remus could almost feel his presence in the room. The boy completely dominated the area and the inner wolf in Remus was rearing its head, desperate to prove its alpha status.
James couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy. He looked so different and yet completely familiar. If it was indeed Harry, he had completely grown out of his knobbly stage. Well defined muscles rippled underneath his clothes and his entire body screamed arrogance and confidence. The idea that this was the same boy he gave away just would not compute in his mind.
The boy gestured to the couches and moved into centre, placing his hands on the back of one of the couches. Glancing at each other, the wizards walked down the couple of steps into the sunken seating area and sat down. The boy smiled wider.
"Can I get anyone something to drink?" he asked, wandering over to the spirits. "Wine, beer... I have a bottle of Glen Garioch that I've been dying to open." He offered. Kingsley nodded and ordered a scotch on the rocks while the others declined. The boy raised an amused eyebrow but nodded, turning back and fixing up two drinks. He returned and took a seat, placing the Aurors drink on a coaster in front of him. Taking a small sip of his own, the boy looked around at them all before grinning, clearly amused by the sunglasses on three of their faces.
"Don't tell me this is your first deal, is it? Am I popping your hook-up cherry?" he asked cheekily. Kingsley stiffened slightly as his suspicions were confirmed, while the others tried to keep the confusion off their face. The boy laughed.
"Okay then boys, I'll keep it simple. My name is Dominic, as you already know, considering you asked for me. If there's something you need, I have it. In the incredibly unlikely case that I don't have it, I can get it for you." stated 'Dominic' matter of factly, leaning in close with a wide smile. "The question is, what do you need?"
Silence resounded in the room and nobody quite knew what to say. Bill soon panicked, and said the first thing that came to his mind.
"What are you offering?" Dominic laughed.
"The world my friend, the world." He stated. Upon the blank stares he sighed.
"Okay, if you're after specifics, I have coke, smack; meth, ekkies; LSD, codeine; oxys, dexies... I can keep going if you like. Anything take your fancy so far?" he asked, looking around. James and Sirius looked as if they were going to feint in shock while Remus thought he was going to vomit. Dominic frowned slightly before leaning in close. The cheeky grin returned.
"Perhaps it's ladies you are after... I have some fine girls ready whenever you like. What's your fetish? I have all ages and ethnicities. You look like you could use a good fuck." Dominic said, gesturing towards the stiff shouldered Remus. Kingsley stared at the obnoxious boy, wondering how on earth James's offspring turned out like this.
"We don't want drugs or women Dominic. We came here to see you." The brawny Auror said. Dominic frowned and his muscles visibly stiffened. He placed his left hand on the arm rest behind him and looked ready to jump. Kingsley, recognising the teenager's body language shifting from casual to defensive, mimicked his movements.
"Who gave you my name again?" Dominic asked, the caution in his voice clearly audible. Kingsley glanced at his team quickly before turning to the boy.
"Charlotte Webber." The Auror replied. Dominic frowned.
"Charlotte? Who the fuck is that? I don't know a Cha-"the boy stopped abruptly and his eyes widened as he quickly made the connection. His green eyes flickered from Kingsley over to James. Suddenly, Dominic was on his feet and had leapt backwards over the couch, swiftly sprinting to the door in the back of the room.
Everyone sat stunned for a moment at the unexpected reaction. Kingsley's Auror reflexes kicked in first, quickly drawing his wand and firing off a stunner. Dominic hastily ducked, sliding out of the way. This unfortunately had the side effect of him moving away from his exit. He smoothly transitioned into a run once more, turning sharply and heading for the other door. By this stage, the others had stood up and spread out. James stood in front of the door, his wand raised shakily.
"Harry?" he questioned steadily, hoping it would calm the teen down. Unfortunately, it seemed to make him angrier. Dominic jumped and gave James a swift push kick in the solar plexus, sending the wizard across the room and into the back wall. Dominic leapt at the door and pulled it open before sprinting outside.
"FUCK!" cried Sirius, and the five wizards quickly followed the teen out of the room and down the hall.
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Dominic sprinted down the corridor away from the club, hoping to reach Jackson's office. He pulled out his phone and pressed speed dial, bringing it up to his ear. He heard Jackson pick up on the other end.
"What's-""It's a FUCKING set up! Open up now!" Dominic cut him off, screaming down the phone. Without listening for a reply he hung up and put all his energy into getting into the back room.
There was no way in hell any fucking wizard cunts were stealing his fucking kidney.
Dom could hear footsteps behind him and he quickly began to weave side to side down the corridor, dodging stray curses. He flew past doors and silently prayed that a client would step out and trip his assailants up. He was incredibly glad for once that Jackson had convinced him to get a gym membership a couple years ago, as he could hear the others begin to fall behind.
Finally the last corner was in sight and he sharply turned before bursting into Jackson's office. He quickly scanned the room seeing Jackson, Luca; Connor and two of the dancers. As soon as Dom entered, Jackson gestured to the other four who all immediately raised their guns and pointed them at the door. Dominic spun around on his feet before dropping to his knees, pulling his Sig Sauer out of the holster hidden in his pants.
The black man barged in first, wand raised. He abruptly came to a halt as he saw the six inside with their guns up. The redhead stumbled in next followed by the final three who raised their wands too. An awkward silence filled the room as the groups came to a stalemate.
"Would someone tell me what the FUCK is going on in my club?" Jackson said, eyes focusing on each of the wizards. Dominic tried to keep his focus, but the idea that the father he hadn't seen for eleven years was standing in front of him was rather disconcerting. The long haired fellow at the back spoke up.
"Put your weapons down and we won't have to hurt you." He said. One of the dancers laughed, her melodic voice ringing through the room.
"You pricks are holding fucking sticks; I don't think you are in the position to talk." She said. Jackson frowned at the group in front of him.
"What are you doing in my club?" he asked sternly, ensuring his aim didn't waver. The man on the left lowered his arm and stepped forward. Three pistols automatically shifted their focus onto him, but he put his arms up in the universal 'white flag' position.
"We didn't come here to fight. I just came to get my son." He said, looking directly at Dominic. "Harry, we're here to take you home."
Jackson raised an eyebrow as this, glancing down at his favourite hustler and unofficial apprentice. Dominic gritted his teeth before sending the darkest glare he could and the man he had no doubt was James Potter.
"Fuck. You. My name is Dominic, and I'm already home." He hissed. The wizards looked incredibly taken aback and you could almost hear James's spirit crumble. Jackson smirked.
"It looks like he doesn't want to go with you boys. I suggest you leave before I have to get Luka here to take you out in pieces." He said darkly. James looked at Dominic pleadingly.
"Come on Harry, you don't have to do this. Just calm down and we can explain everything." He begged. Dominic smirked.
"Calm this down, bitch." He said, adjusting his aim before shooting James in the knee cap.
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James screamed, dropping his wand and collapsing to the floor. Kingsley immediately cast the strongest physical shield he could, protecting those on his side of the room. Sirius leapt across to his friend as Remus stared at Dominic in shock. Bill began to cast some mild stability and pain charms on James, but they would need to get him to a healer soon before any permanent damage was done to the nerves. Bill tried not to look at the large bone protruding from the wound. Sirius looked ready to charge at the teen as the anger began to set in. Kingsley looked at Remus.
"Lupin! Take over the shield." He said, knocking Remus out of his daze. The werewolf quickly did as he was told, moving into position. The muggles stared at the group curiously, not quite sure what to make of the motley crew. Kingsley could hear them shooting at the shield, talking amongst themselves but he was too busy to take note. He quickly grabbed the grenade portkey from his pocket and got ready to sprint.
"Everyone, get ready to apparate out. Sirius, you take James side along to St Mungos. On my signal, drop the shield." He said as everyone nodded. Kingsley looked up at the muggles before whispering a single spell.
"Nox."
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The Dollhouse crew quickly moved behind pieces of furniture in an attempt to get some cover. Luka let off a couple rounds at the shimmering light surrounding the kidnappers, but the bullet bounced off, imbedding itself in the wall just above Jackson's head.
"What the fuck is that?" Jackson hissed at Dom as he ducked. Dom shrugged, ducking lower as well.
"Some kind of shield." he replied. "It's protecting against physical attacks, our guns won't do shit." Dom recognised the black man's shield, but all it did was bring them to another stalemate. Dom couldn't hurt them with the shield up, but the wizards couldn't curse them either.
"Is that really your dad?" Connor asked from the back, his thick Irish accent easily discernable amongst the rabble. Dom shrugged.
"Maybe, who gives a fuck? I'm sure as hell not going with him. As soon as that shield is down, I'm smashing someone." He replied. Connor shook his head in wonder, a new respect growing for the boy he had always held a slight disdain for.
"Are they pigs?" Candi's voice called from the back. Luka shook his head.
"No way, we've paid off every side of bacon in this town. They know not to mess around on our turf." he replied Jackson nodded before turning to Dom.
"Don't worry Dom, these pricks aren't going anywhere. I got your back." He said. Dom turned and looked back at him, grinning widely.
Suddenly the lights died and the room was covered in darkness. Jackson reacted instinctively and began to fire rounds into the area where the men had been standing. This caused everyone to begin firing, emptying entire clips into the doorway of the office. Glass shattered and dust fell from the roof as the Dollhouse crew fired everything they had. Candi was the last to finish, her clip emptying seconds after Luka. Silence filled the room and nobody spoke, regaining their breath as the adrenaline faded from their systems.
Jackson closed his eyes, relief flooding his entire body. He wasn't quite sure what he would do if something happened to the kid. The idea of children always sat uneasy with Jackson, so when Lexi insisted he hire the boy, he was anxious. Luckily, the boy had adapted much faster than even he himself had. Over the years Jackson grew fond of him, and now Dominic was like the son he never had.
Granted, he was a perverted, horny, drug dealing bastard of a son, but a son all the same.
"Everyone okay?" Jackson called out as he reloaded his gun, just in case. He listened closely as everyone began to sound off. All replied but one.
"Dom?" Jackson called out as fear began to grip him once more. The lights flickered back into existence and everything went white as Jackson's eyes adjusted. Blinking rapidly, Jackson squinted as his eyes focused.
The back wall and the door to his office were completely destroyed. Photos and paintings lay shattered on the ground and large holes rippled across the wall. Plaster was coming away in large chunks and the door was only half attached.
Jackson looked around the room frantically. The rest of his crew stood around him, staring at the wall. Jackson's heart froze as reality sunk in.
There were no bodies. There were no intruders. Worst of all,
There was no Dominic.
"FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKK!" Jackson spun on his heels, facing the others. The girls took a step back, frightened by the look of pure fury on his face. Connor and Luka stood their ground (barely) but were unsure how to act. Very few had seen Jackson this angry and even less survived. In fact, only one person had withstood making Jackson this livid, and that was Dominic.
"I want you to find out everything you can about those cunts. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY."
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How did you guys like it? please review, i'm actually having a hard time coming up with inspiration at the moment to keep writing, so every review helps me write more at the moment :)
I'm so sad nobody got my reference in the last chapter! Then again, it was pretty well hidden. In case you're wondering, I referenced the melbourne gangland wars from the 90s. Carl Williams was an actual man who was using another dealers press and ended up getting shot in the stomach for his efforts. He survived however and ended up becoming a bit of a king pin.
Google if if you're interested. There is a tv series called Underbelly about it which is freaking awesome.
Anyway, please review and let me know what you think!