Lowly Beginnings
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter et al. belongs to JK Rowling
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AN: I got Chapter 4 and 5 written at the same time, so I figured I'd update now rather than wait. Hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 5: So, How was Work?
'Beep. Beep. Beep Beep. Beep Beep Beep. Beeeeeeeeep.'
'Ah, for heaven's sake!' Harry yelled as he slammed the off button on his alarm clock. It was 6:00am and he needed to be at work by half 6 to take the breakfast shift. 'Ohh…' he moaned as he dragged his sorry self out of the bed, and towards the shower.
'Oh, yikes!' Harry swore as the shower water suddenly turned from a luke-warm temperature to freezing cold. 'No way is this happening. Not now! Brrr!'
Harry finished rinsing his hair under the unnaturally cold shower before jumping out and wrapping a towel around his lithe waist. For nearly a week since Harry had moved in, Harry had been finding problems in the flat each day. Drafts in the window frame. A cockroach infestation. No running tap water in the kitchen. A toilet that didn't flush except when the light was off. And now, to top it off, a freezing cold shower.
'Lousy morning…' Harry grumbled to himself as he threw on some clothes; again, clothes that resembled a mix between punk and acceptable work clothes. He reached for his keys and left the flat, and made his way to work along the main street. He knew this wasn't the classiest area and it wasn't safe to take any back streets. He had already heard horror stories from the landlord about drug dealers and other characters.
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5 minutes later, Harry arrived at work. Despite being only a 5 minute walk away from his house in the slums, the café was actually a nice little place on the outskirts of Harry's new neighbourhood. It was brightly, but naturally lit, with large windows, and comfy plush chairs around clean tables.
'Hey Josh' greeted Harry to the chef that cooked the food available at the café and he received a cheery wave back. 'Working hard, or hardly working eh?'
'Hey Harry. You're looking hot.' Josh practically salivated over Harry, bringing a blush to Harry's face. Since Harry had come, it was clear Josh had a crush on Harry, but Harry, despite being friendly, made sure to keep his distance. He just didn't fancy Josh.
Harry stood behind the counter and waited for the first customer of the day. Usually, there were business men who had to work early but couldn't be bothered to cook breakfast, of course, there were others that came for the bacon butties. And speak of the devil… the door opened and in stepped a man about 19. Probably the same age as Draco Harry found himself absentmindedly wondering before chastising himself for thinking of Draco.
'Hey Blaise.' Harry called. Blaise had been a regular customer all week since Harry had been at the café and Josh had informed Harry that Blaise had been coming to this café for over a year. 'Right on time.'
Harry slipped a freshly cooked bacon buttie on a plate in front of Blaise and Blaise grasped it gratefully.
'Ah, Harry. You're a saint! This place makes the best damn bacon butties this side of the equator. And probably the other side too.'
Harry laughed, 'Well, you've been coming here for over a year now. Only the best for our best! And lets face it… you tip well.' Harry added cheekily. Blaise merely grinned and nodded.
Since meeting Harry a week ago, Blaise had thought him a great guy. Blaise wasn't homosexual but he appreciated beauty when he saw it, and Harry was definitely a looker. In fact, he was probably someone Draco would go for. Blaise made a mental note to possible introduce Harry to Draco. Unless of course, Draco had met someone at the school he's been at. Blaise had noticed Draco had refrained from telling him about how it had been.
In conversations Blaise had had with Harry, he had found him fun to be with, intellectually stimulating with a great sense of humour. He found that he enjoyed sitting and talking to Harry about everything and nothing.
Harry grabbed a damp cloth from the counter and began to wipe down some mildly dirty tables from the night before, whilst Blaise tucked into his bacon breakfast. He observed as the chef - Josh, his name was Blaise recalled- came out from the kitchen area. He was a tall, sandy blonde who was good looking in a jock- kind of way… and he knew it. Josh stood by the counter and began to write the days 'Specials' up on the board, but Blaise saw how Josh's eyes lingered blatantly on Harry's delectable ass which was in plain view with Harry bent over the table cleaning it. Blaise almost laughed; there was no way Harry would ever go for a guy like Josh. Poor guy just didn't know it.
'Something wrong Josh?' asked Harry as he turned around, concerned about Josh's lack of movement and apparent 'day dreaming'.
God, thought Blaise. Harry dude, you rock, but you're really oblivious. It's kinda cute in an innocent way. Man, I've really got to hook you up with Draco. Blaise was well aware of Draco's type of guy and he knew Draco's protective urges and felt that Harry would be just the guy Draco would go for. Perhaps he's tell Draco when Draco stopped being so preoccupied and evasive.
'Well. Cheers Harry. Off to the old grind now, I guess. Thanks for the food- great as always. I'll see you tomorrow.' Blaise said as he stood up and paid the bill, leaving a generous tip. He noted the dirty look he got from Josh at the 'see you tomorrow' part and felt like laughing. He himself didn't fancy Harry, but he found it funny how Josh did.
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Harry worked the long shift that day, allowing Josh to be let off early to go to his friend's birthday dinner. It was 9 O'clock by the time he finished work, and it was already getting dark outside.
He grabbed for his coat, before remembering he hadn't remembered to bring it that morning. Oh well, it was a mild night. He locked up the café and started his walk home. Just a couple of minutes later, he had the distinct feeling of being followed. He stopped and turned around. There was nobody there. He shook his head, reprimanding himself for his paranoia.
But just seconds later, he could have sworn he had heard footsteps. And voices. Instinctively, and possibly irrationally, Harry began to run. Suddenly, Harry could hear the stampede of other feet following him. Oh God, he was being followed. He turned left to duck down a side street, hoping to avoid whoever was following him- the footsteps made it seem like at least 3 or 4 people- and he bumped into a tall body and was knocked to the ground.
'Oomph.' As the wind was knocked out of him. He looked up into the face of a man, about 20 or 21, with a shaved head and multiple tattoos. He was handsome but not classically.
Just then, from the shadows behind the man, came 3 more men, ranging from ages 20 to 25 Harry guessed. Harry, still on the floor, backed away from the men. They were all very tall, far taller than himself. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him and saw another 4 men enter the alley. They all glared maliciously at him.
'Tried to run, eh?' the front man asked. Harry looked up at them in shock. These men must have been the 4 chasing him. He jumped to his feet, but found himself surrounded by walls on two sides, and by the two groups of guys on his last two sides.
'All right Bruce?' said the tattooed man to the man who had just spoken. Harry nearly groaned aloud. The two lots of men knew each other.
'Yeah. We cornered him well, eh?' Bruce replied, advancing on Harry. Harry backed away into the wall until he was well and truly trapped with nowhere else to run. Bruce ran one rather dirty finger down the side of Harry's face, 'Flawless.' He breathed. 'We're going to have a lot of fun with you.'
Harry opened his mouth to scream, but found it covered with a large meaty hand. Just like his Uncles. He started to panic. Normally, with his martial arts training, he was capable of taking out a dunderhead like this, but he was now scared, old memories flooding his brain and there were just too many of them. He couldn't take out all 8.
As Harry's arm was twisted behind his back and he was forced to his knees, he swung his leg out, knocking the feet out from beneath one of his captors.
'Youch!' the man yelled as he fell to the floor on his face. 'You'll pay for that you little bitch!'
Harry twisted free of the arm holding him, and did a round about kick, knocking another man over. He ducked as a fist came towards him and then let his own punch fly, hitting one man squarely in the jaw. 3 men down, 5 to go.
As one of the remaining men came to run at Harry, Harry did a graceful back flip which resulted in the charging man to run into his friend, knocking both of them out unconscious as they slumped against the wall.
But, of the 3 remaining men, both Bruce and the tattooed man were still standing, and the tattooed man struck Harry on the side of the face, splitting Harry's cheek open with a ring. Before Harry could even consider getting up, he was being sat upon by the third man, and Bruce was holding his arms down. He tried valiantly to struggle, but no amount of martial arts training can capable of helping him fight in a narrow alley, in dim light, against 8 men, with all his limbs being held down by men much stronger and larger than him. Normally, Harry relied on his speed, flexibility and agility as well as momentum, but everything was working against him.
The tattooed man walked over to his fallen comrades and brought them around. They all glared murderously as Harry who was feeling decidedly terrified at that moment.
'Get him on his knees! Now!' said one.
'No. Please. Stop. Please stop.' Pleaded Harry as the man's heavy weight was released off his chest, and arms instead grasped his forcing him into a kneeling position.
'Hell kid. You're almost too much trouble, you know that? Well, see, since you've inconvenienced myself and my friends, I guess we'll just have to compensate for that, won't we?' said Bruce. 'Now, you are going to sit here, and you are going to take what we give you to take, and you're going to damn well enjoy it!'
At this point, tears were streaming down Harry's face, stinging the cut on his cheek. He was still desperately trying to wriggle out of the men's grasps but it was too painful.
One of the men Harry had knocked to the floor now stood in front of the trembling boy and Harry could see his face. It was twisted maliciously, and was bruised where Harry had hit him. He smiled eerily, and reached for his own zipper and pulled it down before unbuckling his belt. He pulled down his trousers and Harry gained the unwelcome knowledge that the man wasn't wearing any underwear. Harry shut his eyes tightly and squirmed away, clasping his mouth shut and twisting his head side to side as the man tried to get a hold of Harry's head.
'Awww… he's probably a virgin. Am I right?' said Bruce. Harry kept quiet, too afraid to open his eyes or mouth. Bruce grinned, showing two missing teeth. 'Well, boys, looks like we have a beginner here. Guess we'll have to show him the ropes. Don't worry kid, there's 8 of us… you'll have plenty of chance to perfect it.'
Harry's tears were coming thick and furious now despite the closed eyelids. He didn't want it to end like this; he didn't want to give his first blow job in a back alley and he didn't want to lose his virginity. Not like this. Never like this.
Harry screamed loudly, and then came a noise Harry was never so happy to hear… a car.
'HELP! HELP ME!'
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Draco was driving his car through Harry's neighbourhood. He had decided he's given Harry long enough to wait, and had therefore decided to go call on Harry and offer him an acceptable place to stay- for instance, Draco's house. Draco grinned, and eyed the bouquet of flowers he had bought Harry; very attractive and very expensive.
He wound down the window of his car to get a better view of the sign posts as he leisurely cruised down the streets looking for Harry's house. Suddenly, from what he guessed was the side street ahead, came a shrill, almost familiar scream,
'HELP! HELP ME!'
Draco immediately turned off his car radio and jumped out of the car. He ran to the entrance of the alley and was horrified to see a small dark figure in a kneeling position, held there by a few men.
He counted 8 men in all, and he was disgusted to note that one had his trousers down by his ankles and was basically forcing himself upon the small boy. Upon viewing Draco, who cut an impressive figure, silhouetted in the street lamp at the mouth of the alley, the whole gang turned tail and sprinted away. Draco considered going after them, but there were too many and they were possibly armed. Anyway, the sobbing figure had been dropped and was now slumped on the hard concrete floor.
Draco ran over to him, and turned the limp figure over.
'Harry?' Draco chocked out in recognition, shocked, before Harry's deep green eyes fell into unconsciousness.
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Draco carefully laid Harry down on his pull out sofa-bed he had in his luxurious living room, and he covered him with a sheet after carefully wiping away the tears and blood that stained his cheek.
Draco then sat down beside Harry in concern. This certainly wasn't how it was supposed to go. What would have happened if he hadn't turned up? He didn't even want to think about it. Harry's voice had sounded so desperate and afraid. God, Draco himself had been terrified.
What should he do? What should he do? Suddenly, Blaise's calm, rational face came into his mind. Call Blaise. Yes, Blaise would know what to do. He hastily dialled the number, all the while his eyes transfixed on Harry's sleeping form.
'Hello?' came Blaise's voice over the phone. Draco could have cried with relief.
'Yeah Blaise. I really need your help right now. You see, well, at school like you said, yeah, I met this kid, well, this boy, man, well, he's 17, and he's called Harry, and god, I've been trying to meet up with him since I met him. I know I should have probably told you, but never mind, well, I went by his area, you know the slums, near where you eat? And Harry, he was, well-'
'Wait a minute. Harry? Where I eat? As in Harry Potter? As in the waiter at the café where I eat? You fancy Harry Potter?'
'Yes! Potter. His name's Harry Potter. You know him? He serves you at the café and you didn't even tell me!'
Blaise laughed, 'Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know you wanted to get into his pants? He's a real great guy though. Anyway, you were saying…what's your problem?'
'That's just it. I just found him… god damn it Blaise, he was nearly gang raped. I was driving through the neighbourhood to go see him and I found him down a back alley, 8 guys physically holding him down. I got to him before they did anything major, but oh god, Blaise. He's unconsciousness now. I took him back to my place. What should I do? What should I do?'
'Holy sweet…!' Blaise exclaimed in horror. 'Harry? But he's so nice. Well, I suggest that you-'
But quite what Blaise was going to suggest was never known as before he could finished speaking, Draoc heard a groaning. He immediately hung up, and looked into the green fluttering eyes of a very groggy Harry Potter.
'Where am I?'
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AN: I guess this may not be some people's cup of tea, but please don't flame if you disliked. Please, people review… until you've actually written a story, you don't actually realise how much reviews mean.
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