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Chapter 01: Secretx Revealed
Present day New York City
"Hey Jessie! Waz up? Haven't seen you in a while. Watcha been doing?" A bartender asked the 15-year-old girl that had just asked him for a Budweiser.
The girl looked up at him a smirk plastered to her pretty face. Her brilliant green eyes shining with mischief. She brushed a strand of her raven-black hair behind her ear that held three earrings on it.
" The usual." She said her voice confident and all-knowing. She was now inspected her manicured finger nails with boredom clearly showing on her face.
" Having some fun on the way? Never understood why a pretty girl like you had to put herself up for underage-prostitution anyway." He said handing her the beer bottle. He served another man while she talked.
"Told you like a million times. That family they tried to stick me with was fucked up. And I sure as hell wasn't about to go back to that orphanage." She said staring at the pudgy man in front of her. His bull brown eyes smiling back at her in comfort.
The music blasted in the background, people laughed having a good time. Lights flashed and the Dj did his thang. She looked around fixing her eyes on one guy who was talking with his friends. She watched him as a small girl in stilettos, halter-top and a mini skirt came up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
She saw the girl mouth "hey baby."
Jessie rolled her eyes at the couple who were smiling sickeningly at each other. She ruled out the possibility of him being a potential customer. She needed the money but wouldn't be the cause of a relationship break-up. Even if it was too mushy for her to actually look at. She searched the room with her expert eyes zeroing in on all the hot guys. She picked out all the ones she could try for and the ones she shouldn't even bother with.
"Who ya thinking of doing?" The barkeeper asked in curiosity. He knew she was looking for her next pay role so he tried to help her out in the decision making.
Jessie rolled her eyes and turned around a teasing smirk playing on her lips. "Paul you are to nosey for your own good do you know that?" She said taking a long gulp of her beer. She held her liquor very well considering she was only 15.
"Yeah I know but hey I can tell you which ones I know and the ones that are gay." He said grinning. Paul was a homosexual and was very much like a girl friend to Jessie. She could confide in him when things got tough and she felt she couldn't take it anymore.
She smirked again and turned around, "That one." She said pointing to a guy with spiked chestnut-brown hair and from what she could see from where she was sitting dull blue eyes.
Paul smiled at her choice. "That's Kevin he's somewhat of a womanizer. You'll have no trouble with him. I suggest you add to your price he's always looking for someone to screw."
Jessie finished her drink and went to the bathroom. Fixing her make-up and brushing her hair she looked back at her reflection. Her slim figure was no longer straight and narrow as if had been when she was ten. She now had the right curves in all the right places and she knew how to use her body to her advantage. Plastering a sweet and innocent yet sexy smile on her face she went in search of her next customer.
Paul watched her and shook his head disapprovingly. She wasn't even old enough to be in here really. But she had her fake idee to fool the bouncers who in his opinion were idiots. She had only to glare at Paul himself if he reprimanded her about being to young to drink but it would get both Jessie and himself if he didn't let her buy the beer. She could easily get caught.
Jessie tapped Kevin on the shoulder and he turned around to look at her. She let him look her up and down unblushingly. "Wanna dance?" She asked seductively.
He smiled at her. "Sure honey." She led him onto the dance floor hips swaying. Just as "Move your Body" by Nina-Sky came on. Jessie watched his eyes feeling him grinding against her leg. She rocked her body to the beat and took over. Pushing herself up against him and dragging her index finger down his chest and stopping just bellow his waistline. He looked at her knowingly and turned her around so that her back was too him. She giggled sexily and let her body do the work. She really had to admit he was seriously easy to get. Soon enough they were walking out the door him staring at her ass.
Paul watched her go. He always hated it when she would go out for another night of work. He sometimes wondered what would happen if she never came back. Shaking his head to clear it he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. No use wondering. If it happens it does no use worrying about it now. Paul told himself try to forget about it.A man approached him. His icy gaze sending shivers down Paul's spine. "Who was that girl that just left?" he asked. Paul watched the man suspiciously. If he was a cop she'd get in real trouble. Not only was she an underage-prostitute but a drug dealer, thief, run away and was wanted for accidentally stabbing a cop that had wanted to take her back to the orphanage. Not only that but she was a witch.
She'd known since she was 10. She had gotten an acceptance letter from a nearby wizard and witch school but couldn't afford to get all the things that were required. All she could afford and did get was a wand. Illegally of course so that the ministry didn't know that she was doing underage magic. She had actually gotten a teacher who had sworn in blood not to tell a soul who she was and that he had taught her. Jessie had completed her 7 years of training in 3 years. She was now reading up on everything she could get her hands on and could afford about witches and wizards. But she still didn't have the experience those students in an actual school got. She was currently reading up on the Dark Arts and how to use them. Paul was sure she'd never use them though.
Paul took in the man's appearance. He was dressed in jeans and black t-shirt. His long bleach-blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail. He had a strong chin and a sneer was plastered on his face. He had an aura of importance and something about him demanded respect from everyone around him. But it was the same thing that made him look so ruthless and frightening. Not knowing what to say Paul stayed silent.
The man's sneer grew and he looked down at the barkeep loathingly as if Paul wasn't worthy to even look at him. " I asked you a question muggle." The man snapped. Paul's eyes widened. So he was a wizard then? It should be ok to tell him. He might want to take Jessie back to her world and help her go to get a proper education.
"Her names Jessie. Jessie Potter." He said turning away to serve another customer. He still watched the man from the corner of his eye and saw them widen in shock and then in amusement and success.
When Paul turned back at him he was smirking his icy stare pointed directly on Paul's face. "What's your name?" Paul answered and asked him the same. The man's reply was "Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy." Paul looked at him confused at the odd name. Then faster then Paul could watch the man pulled out his wand. His eyes wide Paul looked straight at his murderer before hearing the words as if from a great distance.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Every thing went black.
The Dursley Residence
Green eyes opened and looked up at a gray ceiling. Sitting up they looked around the room taking in all the familiar things calming themself down. Harry Potter had woken up in a cold sweat. He clutched his forehead where his famous scar burned like no tomorrow. Which was normal after what happened last year. Voldemort had risen again. Memories of that night still haunted his dreams. Though he cared nothing for the Cedric boy that had died he still didn't help to have watched him die.
Harry got up and walked over to the full-length mirror handing from his closet door. He looked into it and saw himself the same way he had the day before. His brilliant green eyes still drowsy from a restless sleep, his raven-black hair messy from tossing and turning, and his toned body underneath his black silk boxers. His long hours of Quidditch practice had helped in this area of physique. It hadn't harmed him to also start doing push-ups and curl-ups daily.
He smirked at his mirrored reflection. He really did look much better then he had when he was younger. Considering he was a skinny nobody with bruises from being Dudley's personal punching bag it really wasn't all that difficult. He remembered those painful years and now could fully laugh at himself for ever being that weak. He now had the entire Dursley family petrified of him.
It had started right after his first year. He remembered that year the most. That had been the year he had first met his best friend Draco Malfoy.
( Flashback )
Three boys entered the compartment on the Hogwarts Express that he was sharing with a boy named Ron Weasley. They had been talking about Quidditch a moment ago but the conversation had stopped when they had entered.
Harry recognized him as the boy he had met back in Madam Malkin's robe shop. His bleach-blonde hair gelled back and his icy-blue eyes set in his pale face looking around the compartment. "It's true then? Harry Potter is in this compartment. So it's you is it?" his voice filled with interest and his eyes giving away the boy's curiosity.
"Yes." Harry said with just as much interest as the other boy. Harry looked at the other two who were slightly large around the middle but all muscle on the top. "Oh this is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He said introducing himself.
Ron who Harry had completely forgotten about snorted in amusement. Harry's and Malfoy's attention snapped over to him and Harry doubted that was the smartest of thins to do.
Being of course right because Malfoy had a glare fixed on his face. His eyes glazed over in a strong loathing. 'Hatred all the way down to the core.' Harry mused to himself.
"Think my names funny do you? No need to ask whom you are. My father told me that all the Weasley's have red hair, freckles and more children then they can afford." Draco said harshly and there was no missing the venom in his voice as he said it either. "You'll soon learn that some wizards are better then others Potter.You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." Malfoy said snidely still glaring at Weasley. Then he turned to Harry and held out his hand with a smirk in place. "I can help you there."
Harry watched the boy with hidden admiration. Harry knew that if right then and there he rejected this boy's friendship, that he to would have to take his cruel yet intelligent remarks. Harry knew that with this boy's help he could easily get what he desired in life. Respect, was what he longed for but also a loyal friend who wouldn't back stab him.
Harry gave a smirk of his own that was identical the boy's in front of him and took his hand in friendship.
( End of Flashback )
Harry looked at his clock and realized with a jolt that he had been 15 for nearly 2 hours and had never noticed. Oh well, he would have found out anyways since just then Hedwig Harry's female snowy owl, Ferrio Draco's male eagle owl, and a Hogwarts standard owl. Harry untied the school owl's package and let it fly back into the night. Then did the same with Hedwig and Ferrio.
Harry opened the letter from Hagrid that Hedwig had been carrying as she had Ferrio sipped out of her water dish.
Dear Harry, How are you? The muggles treating you right? Happy Birthday to you. I got you something I think you'll like. Picked it up when in Hogsmeade last week. Hope you enjoy it. See you at Hogwarts.
Hagrid
Harry unwrapped the package to see a book called: Quidditch's Most Impressive Moves and How to Make Them Work for You by Cascy GrumblyKrink.
Harry smirked. Hagrid had finally given up an trying to give him anything dangerous after Dudley had almost lost his hand to Harry's Monster's book of monsters in the third year. He'd run around the house screaming bloody murder and only when Harry had stroked the spin of the book did it let go of his hand.
Harry moved to Draco's package and read the letter.
Dear Harry,
What's up? Fathers gone on another on of his whore hunting sprees and I'm bored out of my mind. By the way Happy Birthday. So as I was saying did you want to come hang here for the rest of the summer and get away from those muggles? They must be really horrible, I send my sympathy as always but this letter will give you a magnificent ray of hope. If yes write back and I'll come and get you so we can portkey out of there. If not then see you at Hogwarts on September 1st.
Draco
Harry opened the package, it was a silver snake earring with an emerald place where the eye should be. Harry smirked at his friend's choice. He knew Draco had bought himself an identical one to match the one that was now in front of him.
Harry opened the third letter and read what he read every year. Shit about the train leaving for Hogwarts on September 1st on platform 9 ¾. It was always the same but sometimes there was a note from his head of house about the lesson plan for that year so that he could study and be the perfect student along with Draco. But there was no extra letter and Harry shrugged it off with out a second thought.
Taking out a piece of parchment and an inkbottle and quill he wrote a speedy reply to Draco.
Draco,
Sure, I'll come and hang out at the manor with you till summer holidays are over. Be here at 12pm. Don't be late!
Harry
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