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Harry POV

The bright lights of Club Hauteur were brilliant and were even more vivid due to the MDMA I just had. I was feeling great! Hot, sweaty bodies swayed to the rhythm and beat of the loud music.

I could see both Hermione and Luna making out with each other on the flashing dance floor while Draco and Neville moved their bodies wildly.

Ron and Ginny couldn't come with us to the club since Mrs Weasley forbade them. I saw the jealous glint in their eyes as we left the Black Mansion to go clubbing.

It was all Hermione's idea in the first place. She saw how stressed I'd been lately and called Blaise, Draco, Theo and Pansy to come over. We had been lucky that the Malfoys were already in France for the holidays.

I'm so stoned right now, and I don't give a flying fuck. I sit at the neon bar, alone, ordering some more Firewhiskey for myself when a guy who looked around the same age as me.

His hair was a dark brown and was slightly breaking out of the side fringe it was in. The guy's eyes were a strange color too. They were shaped like a cat's but the irises were a bright, fluorescent purple. It looked hypnotic. I couldn't look away. Thick, long eyelashes framed his purple orbs.

The brunette had pale, delectable looking skin with an aristocratic face that belonged to a pureblood and his plump pink lips were set in a goofy grin.

He seemed to stand at my height of six foot three and was clad in cobalt blue and black. I had on a similar type of color scheme, differences was, I wore verdant green.

"Hey there, stranger..."he said with an alluring, sultry voice. He sounded British. Did he go to Hogwarts?

I grinned back. "Hiya there..."I replied.

His pale white hand snaked onto my lap, his purple eyes never leaving my green ones. Whew. Suddenly everything felt more stuffier.

"What's your name, darling?" I asked him, trying to mimic the same voice he used. It seemed to work, as his already flushed cheeks grew a bit more redder.

"Ah...That isn't gentlemanly behavior to ask another their name, Mistah? But hey, I'll excuse it...Just call me Volo,"the purple eyed brunette replied with a thousand watt grin.

I chuckled. I liked this guy. "Okay then, Volo. Call me Jamison. Jay for short," I said, using my middle name. I wouldn't use Harry Potter. No way. It's best if no one knew me here in France.

"Do you go to Durmstrang or something like that?" I queried. I was curious. Volo drew me in like no other person.

"Yes,"he said slyly. "I was born in the U.K. I'm from Wales, actually. I'm coming to Hogwarts for my Seventh Year. Do you go there?"

I couldn't help but let my eyebrows rise. "Oh cool. I go to Hogwarts. I'm in Gryffindor, though. I'm also gonna do my Seventh Year. You want me to...show you around?" I said huskily.

Volo's eyes swirled with different shades of purple. "Sure,"he said breathily. "But first, why do we leave this place and go to somewhere more...private and airier. Like my hotel room..."

"Definitely."

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Tom POV

Jamison makes me feel strangely relaxed. Like I can be myself. I don't have to hold back or anything. The reason I told him that I'm going to Hogwarts was because I really am.

I need to try and win over Potter to my side. Sometime in June, I had heard the full prophecy. How bad I actually felt after...James and Lily Potter needn't have died. Thanks to a barmy old man and my insanity, I killed them.

I left a child parentless. I had heard reports from Severus that Harry was abused and Dumbledore did nothing about it! The goat is very lucky that there wasn't another Dark Lord. (That's going to change)

Bellatrix was with me in France with her husband and brother-in-law. She had seen how stressed I had been since the restoration of my body and my sanity last year.

She decided that I needed to unwind, so she practically dragged me here, even if I didn't want to. So I got drunk and high and now I'm about to be bedded with a hot guy.

Bella can find her own way back to the hotel.

As both Jamison and I get into the back of the Mercedes while my driver pretended that we weren't making out heavily, he asked me:

"Where to, Master?"

I paused for breath while Jay peppered my neck with hickeys and kisses, all I could say was: "To the hotel!"