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Harry Potter and the Black Room of Hawks

Harry was lost. His phone ran out of battery and he was hungry. He had little money in his pocket and magic was no good here. He wandered around the streets clueless. He had nobody's number, nobody's address. He was truly lost. It was nearly dusk and he was getting stares from the people. He was the only white person in a sea of brown people. Mostly every passer-by would just stare at him until he passed him. It was getting annoyed. He was tired of wandering around getting further lost.

He had walked all the little intertwining paths which had houses on either sides. There was not a space for a car to go through these little paths. Only bikes and bicycles. It was getting dark and Harry couldn't find the main road, let alone a bus or a train station. He tried asking but nobody spoke any clear English. He sat on a bench and scratched his head. He wasn't panicked or anything. At least he didn't think he was panicked. He had no money and he didn't want to steal. He didn't want to beg either. That was not him.

He sat there catching his breath until the sun went down. Darkness came and the street lamps came on. He wouldn't call this a main road where he was sitting. There wasn't any traffic and the people strolling outside reduced too.

Harry got up and started walking. Then he looked at a public phone and something crossed his mind. His hand went in his pocket and he took out a blue card. Raj gave him this card if Harry ever wanted to be a Pornstar. He could try calling him. He put his hand in the other pocket to take out any coins. He had some left in his pocket. There wasn't a phone box or anything. The phone was just attached to a pole. He inserted the coins in and dialled Raj's number.

He picked it up after three or four rings. "Hello."

"Hello," Harry said in the phone. "It's Harry Potter. You met me earlier in a plaza."

"Ah, yes," Raj said. "Tell me how did you manage to make your mind up so quickly?"

Harry hesitated for a moment. "No. Actually I lost my way home."

He heard Raj's laughter. "That is bad. But don't worry. Can you tell me where you are? Any street name or anything?"

Harry looked around and couldn't see anything. "I can't see anything. It's dark here but I am in front of a big residency area."

"Hmm, tell me the number of this public phone. I'll phone you after ten minutes. Meanwhile you can go and find out which area you are in," Raj said and Harry nodded.

He put the phone down and looked around. There were lights in one direction and darkness in the other. He started toward the light and came to a series of shops. He selected one shop and looked at the chap who was sitting looking bored with a black moustache on. His shop wasn't big. It was just a box and he had only cigarettes and some other colourful things in front of him.

"Excuse me, do you know the name of this area?" Harry asked in clear words. The shopkeeper was clueless for a moment then he smiled nervously. He picked up a leaf showing it to Harry and nodded questioningly. Harry had no idea what he was on about.

"The area?" Harry repeated. "The name of this street?" He wished he knew Hindi at this point. It was frustrating.

The guy started putting those colourful pastes and powders on the leaf then he wrapped the leaf and handed it to Harry. Harry took it. He looked at the leaf. What was he supposed to do with this leaf? Eat it? Then the impossible thing happened. The shopkeeper picked up a stuffed leaf and put it in the side of his mouth. Then he smiled at Harry and mumbled some words. Was he doing some kind of magic? It was weird.

"No, I don't want this. I am looking for the name of this street," he said but the shopkeeper shook his head and pointed at the leaf. Harry lost his patience. This was frustrating. He took out some coins and gave them to the shopkeeper. He then put the leaf in his mouth and sucked on it. Suddenly his mouth was filled with different tastes at once. He could feel the sweetness and the sourness. It smelled lovely too. He started to chew on the leaf and it started to dissolve in his mouth.

Ten minutes was gone and he walked glumly back to the phone booth. He looked around for sign boards or anything like that but he couldn't see anything. He was fucking useless. He kicked a stone and it banged in a nearby wall. He waited around the phone booth when it rang.

Miserably he picked it up and heard Raj's cheery voice as usual. "You found the street number?"

"Nope. There is a little hut of a shop nearby. I tried to ask him about the street name but he handed me this weird leaf which I am chewing right now."

"You don't worry. I'll find the location. I'm getting my man to trace this phone booth," Raj said.

"How long will he take?" Harry asked.

"I just woke him. He was sleeping. He might take a little while. Meanwhile I'll keep calling this number every ten minutes. You go and try to find something."

Harry nodded. "OK." He hung up and looked in the opposite direction of the hut. It was all dark. He needed to go past the hut and find something. So he ran toward the hut, chewing the weird leaf in his mouth. The wind shuffled his black hair as he ran. Soon he came to a road where traffic was little. He looked right and saw many lights. It seemed like a shopping mall or something. He checked his watch. Five minutes left. He checked his pockets. No coins left. He must go back to that phone to answer him. But he needed to find out the name of that fucking big main road. So he ran at full speed to that road. The traffic was pretty heavy here. He looked for any signs of the road and soon he found out that this road was called "GB Road' or something. He didn't know if that was sufficient information but he had no time left.

He raced back to the darkness to grab the phone. It was already ringing. He picked it up, out of breath. "GB Road. It's GB Road."

"GB Road is huge man. Alright, I was heading out anyway and I'll go through GB. I'm in my Black Range Rover Sport. If you spot that car, wave or bang on the car or something to stop me."

"Alright. I'm heading there now," Harry said.

He started walking toward the big road. The traffic was too much here. He just stood there looking at the cars. He saw so many cars but not a single Black Range Rover. He trolled the area for about twenty minutes when he spotted the magnificent Black Range Rover Sport. Suddenly he was hungry and had no energy left but he managed to get in front of the Range Rover. The beast of a car stopped with a screech and Raj came out of the passenger side.

"Look at your state boy. Get in the car," Raj said.

Harry crashed in the car and just sat there like a lonely boy. Raj was talking away but he wasn't listening. He was famished and tired as hell. He needed sleep.

He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

When he woke up, he saw a dirty ceiling with a fan on. He sat up on his elbows and looked around. The noise of traffic was coming from a little window with metal bars on. The walls were blue and dirty also. He saw food on the table. Indian food. He could figure out his favourite Pakoras there. The rest he didn't know.

He dug in the food and ate till he finished the whole platter. He drank some water and sat back. That was fucking awesome. He was feeling fresh after the rest. He looked around and stood up to peek through the window. It looked like the GB Road with all the traffic and hustle bustle.

The door creaked open and he looked back reaching for his pocket. Shit, he almost forgot he never had his wand here. He never brought it with him. No magic anyway. What came in surprised him altogether. He was taken aback by the beauty of this…thing. She wore black, was tall and beautifully pale. Her eyes were like dark pools under the midnight moon and they were even more beautiful with that black eye liner.

"So you've woken up?" she asked. Her voice was beautiful and full of confidence. There was a natural seduction in her voice. Harry's insides crumbled. He felt…rather intimidated in her presence. What the hell? Did he just use that word? He stood up, tall and broad.

"Where is Raj?" he asked.

"He is downstairs. He told me to come check on you. Harry Potter, is it?" she asked and this time Harry had no doubt about her tone. He had heard this tone before somewhere too. She walked slowly toward him and he noticed she was wearing high heels. That's how she seemed tall.

She had pure black hair in a perfect ponytail and she wore a tight black leather jacket over a dress she wore but didn't reveal. She was gothic for sure.

"Yes," Harry said swallowing. "That is my name."

"That is your name," she spoke so slowly and softly, her voice dipped in pure seduction.

Harry swallowed more as she came so near him he could smell her fragrance and it was already transporting him in a different world. He was getting horny by just being in her presence.

Then she withdrew. "Raj is waiting for you. He is in a hurry and needs to go somewhere."

At that moment, the thunder boomed so loud and the whole area dipped in darkness. The lights went off as more thunder crackled overhead with lightning.

"Great," the girl said. That wasn't a sarcastic tone but rather a pleasant one. Harry followed her in a dim natural light. Downstairs they had the candles on and Raj was sitting on the sofa eating some noodles or something.

"Ah, there you are Potter. I hope you ate the food and rested well enough. I just wanted to check on you, that's all. Lana here will take care of you. I will see you later."

"Thank you Raj for everything you've done but I would like to go home right now," Harry said.

Lana spoke before Raj. "Right now is not the best time to go. The rain is going to come and the streets will get flooded tonight. I'll let you go tomorrow."

She will let me go? Was he a captive here or something? As much as Harry wanted this to be normal, his sixth sense told him that there was something terribly wrong with this place.

Raj got up and left the building. With him, everyone left leaving Lana and Harry. Lana looked at Harry with a candle in her hands. She looked like a gothic doll in that candle light. Harry had to admit he was fond of gothic chicks. There were a couple of gothic girls at Hogwarts he wished he dated. This girl was a bit older but he wouldn't mind dating her.

"Follow me," Lana said. It was more of a command to Harry. Harry felt like a prisoner already. His phone was not in his pockets and other stuff were missing too. He followed her through a series of doors. It seems these houses were connected somehow. All he knew that he wasn't in the same house anymore. Sometimes they would go downstairs, sometimes up.

"This is the Red Light Area of Delhi. The most dangerous of all for that matter. If you're looking for sex, you come here. No matter how dirty you want the sex to be, you will get it here." She glanced back. "If you have the money."

Red Light Area? Fuck him, he was walking through sex brothels. He did not imagine that. But why was a white girl like Lana doing here? That was the mystery question.

It seemed like they walked through a billion houses but when they reached this particular house, Harry's eyes bulged. It was like a huge black dungeon-like bedroom with a huge bed with black sheets. The walls were white and black and there were pictures of hawks all over.

"I never showed this to anybody. Nobody comes here. I never let anybody enter this room. This is hidden from their eyes," Lana said as if mumbling to himself.

"But I am here," Harry said and Lana looked at him as if he interrupted her train of thoughts.

"Yes, because you're Harry Potter," she whispered.

"Do…you know me?" Harry asked now a bit scared. All this didn't seem right anyway.

At that moment, the door behind him shut itself with a bang. Then Lana took off her leather jacket to reveal a fine black corset Victorian dress. Her skin was glowing white. Even the yellow light of the candle was not affecting her. Then she slowly she bared her shoulders and the dress slipped to her waist revealing her large beautiful round breasts. Harry swallowed. The rain got heavier outside.

Harry forgot he asked a question and walked forward to take her right nipple in his mouth. He started to suck on it and the candle extinguished itself. Harry wasn't himself. He was pure horny right now and he wanted to fuck Lana on her black bed. Despite the darkness, there was an eerie glow in the black room and it lit the room up constantly. Harry took turns sucking her breasts as she moaned.

Then something strange happened and Lana was thrown back by an invisible force. She was on her knees and held her stomach. Harry leapt to her. "Lana, are you OK?"

Before she could answer, she was thrown back again and she hit the window. Harry heard the crackling of the glass. Even the glass was black.

"NO!" Lana screamed and she spat blood on the floor.

Before Harry could even ask again, she was thrown right outside the window by this unexplained force. This blow was fierce. Lana was gone and the wind howled in. Something rattled in the room like some scratching on metal. The horrible scratching grew and the doors were banged open. Harry could not wait any longer in this room so he ran outside. He ran through the corridors and the doors and the alleys. Everything was quiet except the rain drops and the occasional thunder.

He made it to that road in under fifteen minutes of running. He stopped a taxi on the road. "Take me to the airport." Thank God, the driver understood him.