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Chapter 21

Harry woke that evening to an exotic aroma; he opened the door to see Outkast smiling from the kitchen

"Hey, you hungry?" Harry nodded sleepily, and went into the kitchen and sat at the table, a few moments later a plate was put in front of him, it was fill with a rice and some sort of chicken curry, the kitchen didn't looked used

"I thought you didn't use magic?" he said questioningly looking at the food

"I don't I phoned the magic curry house in the sky. Eat up you're going to need your strength" Harry said nothing more and tucked in. About an hour later and feeling rather full Harry pushed his plated away

"I'm stuffed" he said by way of explanation, Outkast looked at him for a second,

"Harry, Salem eats more then that" Harry shrugged, she sighed and let it go.

"Ok, let's get you ready you can't go into the club looking like that" she said apprising him up and down,

"What do you suggest I didn't pack a bag you know" he grumbled, Outkast grinned

"Follow me" she got up and headed into the room next to Harry's. Harry guessed it was the master bedroom, it had a four poster bed in the middle with black sheets with silver edging, the floor was a deep red carpet, on the far side was two doors made of a deep wood. There was a beauty table in the corner with a huge mirror, on the table there was a single black rose in a vase and a few bits of makeup strewn around. Outkast led him over to one of the doors and opened it, Harry felt his jaw hit the floor, the walk in wardrobe was bigger then his bedroom at the Dursely's, Outkast flicked on a light and ambled in, Harry couldn't help but notice the huge amount of black that lined the rails not only was is the main theme it seemed to be the only thing every item in the room was predominately or entirely black. She wandered over towards the back and grabbed a large cardboard box and dragged it into the middle of the wardrobe, it was full of muggle clothing, all of it male

"What's that?" he asked

"This would be the Ex-boyfriend box" she said rummaging through it

"You when I have a particularly messy break up it's not uncommon for the guy involved to take off never to be seen again, and hence anything he leaves he goes into the box. Harry nodded in a sort of daze, Outkast finished routing through the box and handed him a pile of material

"Go try these on, you can you the bathroom – it the room next door" Harry nodded and wondered out of the wardrobe. Harry had to note that when he turned to bathroom door he was expecting something spectacular, he wasn't disappointed the bathroom was larger then the wardrobe, it had a bath that was more of a Jacuzzi and a shower that four adults could happily stand in, the entire room was shades of white and blue. He quickly changed out of his clothes and went to try on what Outkast had given him. He gawped at the attire for second wondering if it was a joke, she had found a pair of black leather trousers, a black T-shirt that read "War is terrorism with a bigger budget" in white. When she didn't knock on the door saying it was joke he guessed he should get changed. He stood in the bathroom for several minutes after string at the clothes, the trousers were a little big and as was the shirt, but he had nothing on his arms, and the scars were clearly visible as was the one around his neck. He heard someone knocking on the door

"Come one Haz, let me see" he sighed, time to face the music, again. He opened the door with his own clothes bundled in his arms, Outkast looked at him, he was staring at the floor.

"Hmm not bad you scrub up pretty well. Now to add the final touches" before he could protest she grabbed the bundle of materials out his arms, Harry though he would die of shame when she saw his arms, but in fact she completely ignored it.

"Right" she said as she put her hands on his hip he was startled but soon felt the trousers moulding to his size, she winked

"Do worry kid you're a little young for me" Harry blushed, she put her hands on his shoulders and the shirt became a tight fit on him. She stood back appraising her handiwork

"Not bad. Now to hide those scars" Harry gawped again so she had noticed, but she hadn't asked any questions or made any comment. She smiled and pushed the infinite number bracelets she was wearing down her arms, she had similar scars.

"Don't think you're alone kid there's more of then you realise" she said disappearing into the wardrobe. Harry suddenly wanted to beg to spend the rest of his life here, he had finally found somewhere he belonged where he wasn't considered a freak, judged or worse pitied a week suddenly didn't seem long enough. Outkast returned with a white long sleeved shirt, the type he'd seen Vernon wear to work

"Here put this on" gratefully he accepted and slid his arms into the shirt he went to do it up

"No Haz leave it open, it looks better" Harry took her word for it.

"Sit" she ordered pointing to the chair by the beauty table, Harry sat and found her staring at him again

"Hmm…. Want a different eye colour for the night?" she asked he raised an eyebrow

"How?" she opened a draw it was full of sealed packets of contact lenses. He was surprised he kept expecting her to use a spell, but as far as he could see she didn't even own a wand anymore. She looked from him to the drawer and back again and then got that mischievous grin she got when she was up to something he was learning to both love and loath that grin;

"On second thoughts", she fingered through the packets and tugged one out.

"Let's try these" they looked like clear lenses. Harry looked at her strangely, she took his glasses off his face and read the prescription strength off the side. She put her hand over the packet and muttered something a realization dawned on Harry

"You can do wandless magic" she gave him a wink and a smile

"Sure can, I find carrying a wand is such a pain in the ass" she handed him the packet

"Ever worn contacts before?" he shook his head

"Ok I'll put them in for you this time" she went into the bathroom to wash her hands, Harry looked at the packet, there was a picture of them on the front he grinned and wondered if he could them back to Hogwarts with him. She came out and opened the packet and washed the lenses off. She gently showed Harry how to put them in and told him how to look after them. Harry found that they were really comfortable and didn't hide the true colour of his eyes

"I cant wait to try them" he said she grinned and pulled a UV (black)light out from under the table and clicked it on, immediately the vivid green of Harry's eye colour was replace with glowing orange and yellow spirals the effect was quite impressive. Harry was amazed,

"Outkast, out of interest where we going?"

"Why to the Frankenstein Place of course" Harry was now very confused she grinned and took pity on him

"It's my club, itsss where you sssslithered into earlier" she teased, tapping the end of his nose. Harry nodded, she got up and wondered back to the wardrobe

"Harry why don't you wait in the living room I won't be a minute" she called out. Harry did as he was told.

When Outkast appeared five minutes later Harry was telling Salem about why his name was so ironic, apparently the snake hadn't realised the macabre reference

~Misstressss hassss a bad ssssense of humour~ he hissed

~Yes but you love me~ she hissed back Harry laughed. She offered him her hand

"Come on Haz I have to introduce you to my staff" he rose and grabbed her hand and felt himself being led down the stairs.

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"Where did he go?" Hermione was panicking Harry hadn't come back, the entire order had been out looking for him since the alarms had been triggered, but there hadn't been hide nor hair of him, they had cast every locator spell Dumbledore knew, Severus had even thrown caution to the wind and tried all the dark spells he knew to find his son, still without success. He was a little calmer then Hermione and Ron but still distraught Ron was in the middle of a full hysteria attack

"Why can't we find him? What if you-know-who has him? He could be DYING" he screamed

"Calm down Mr. Weasley" Severus hissed Ron rounded on him

"Don't tell me to calm down we should be doing more!"

"AND WHAT WOULD YOU SUGGEST? WE CAN'T GO KNOCKING ON EVERY DOOR!" Severus screamed, Ron back off a little in the face of Snape's temper.

"Severus" Albus said calmly, Severus took a few deep breaths, trying to get in control before he hit some one.

"I apologise" he snarled at Ron before sitting back down

"Mr. Weasley I'm afraid that we just have to accept he will come back when he is ready. At the moment be assured that he is in no danger and is well" Severus spoke down at the table staring at the ring on his hand, it was a green colour, where ever his son was he was happier then he had been here.

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Outkast bought Harry down the staircase, he noticed how much shorter the walk seemed on his own feet, she stopped before heading into the body of the club

"Ok Haz, these guys will give you some teasing but try and ignore them they're trying to get to me, secondly if it's too loud not your taste of you just want to be on your own head back up to the flat, you're safe there" Harry nodded. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and pushed the door open. There were several members of staff wondering round, Harry noticed that the bar staff had black t-shirts and trousers, there were some big guys in suits he assumed we're security and one guy who had more metal in his face then the bars on Harry's window, he seemed to be fiddling with sound decks so he guessed he was the DJ. Outkast stood on a chair by the seating area

"HI GUYS GET YOU'RE ASSES OVER HERE!" she shouted, she jumped down and sat on the back of the chair, everyone in the club came over and fell into chairs, they all looked friendly and eyeing Harry with amusement, Harry felt a blush colour his cheeks and sat down quickly.

"Ok guys if you have quite finished giving my friend here the once over can I have your attention" there were a few sniggers, Harry felt the blush deepen but all heads turned to Oukast.

"Right this here is Harry, he's a friend of mine and will be visiting for a bit, treat him nicely, and all drinks are on the house so as soon as we're done here, Chris get him a beer ok?" Chris raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry

"How old are you?" Harry was surprised he had been addressed not Outkast,

"Sixteen" he said Chris looked back at Outkast who shrugged

"So get him two" Harry tamed his laugh down to a smirk. Chris wasn't the only one shaking their heads

"One of these days the cops are gonna catch you out, you know" Outkast's mischievous grin was back

"Maybe but until then, he's got free range on the bar, but you guys keep an eye out for him ok?" Harry expected to resentment in the eyes of the staff for this extra task, instead they smiling an few even nodded.

"Ok coolio" Outkast said

"Anyone got any problems? All set for opening?"

"Yeah no probs now I heard you had a little excitement earlier" Harry tried to locate the owner of the voice, it was one of the bar staff sitting at the back, he had a green Mohawk

"Yeah, don't worry all sorted now, Salem made a new friend" She kicked off the chair indicating the end of the meeting. The staff went back to what they were doing.

"Haz stay down here ok, I'm going to open up" Outkast turned and head over to the main staircase.

"Hey Harry get your ass over here!" Chris shouted from the bar just before the place was washed with heavy metal music, Harry winced it was incredibly loud he went over to Chris who put two green bottles on the and winked at Harry

"Never argue with the boss" Harry grinned and picked the first one up.