Part One

Two weeks later

Harry stepped off the stairs that lead to his second story apartment and started to head toward the little shop he found for clothing when he first came to London. As soon as he stepped into the shop he headed toward the back to find the pants he would need for a new outfit he had in mind. He started trying on as soon as he found a really dark pair so that he could get the fit he wanted at the hips and thighs. Once he found what he was looking for he went to the area with shirts and started trying to find a really tight emerald green top. Which he found soon after and paid for his clothes and headed back the way he had come.

Harry walked up to his apartment with he bag of clothes under one arm and unlocked the door with the key and with a charm. He knew he would have to un-magic the door when he left but for now it was just extra security. As he stepped into the living room he remembered the work he would have to do to finish the "improvements" he had done mostly paint and furnishings. He continued into the bedroom where he kept the cd player and strapped it to his body so he could work freely. Digging through the bag he brought out pants he had bought and proceeded to shred the legs into finely cut strips so that when wearing them they kind of looked like regular jeans but when she started walking you could see his legs but the shreds stopped at a normal short length. he continued onto the shirt and started making cuts into the shirts so that it had rips in weird palaces. Thinking as he did this about the little tattoo parlor down the street on the way to the club.

He then walked into the living room and continued with his project that was located in that room... mainly painting the room in stripes of red and green so that he could go back over this with black with it looking like the walls had been slashed and red and green blood was flowing. When it was time for lunch he left his project to fix some food in the kitchen noticing as he went that he was going to need more milk, all the while listening to the cd player still strapped to his body. After lunch he left the apartment once again to run to the grocery and stop at the tattoo parlor that also offered piercing. While there he got his nipples, tongue, and eyebrow done with just a basic sliver hoop in each. While heading back to the apartment he was thankful that he had remembered to get an owl order catalogue while in Diagon Alley so that he could order a few books and a healing potion or two. Putting the orders on rush he headed into the bathroom to clean up and get ready to go to the club. Climbing into his jeans and putting on his shirt being very careful not to bump any of the rings currently in his flesh he went back into the bath room to line his eyes and cover up his scar with a few tricks he had picked up while browsing through a makeup book. Casting a charm to make his hair grow until it reached his shoulder blades he proceeded to place rings on his fingers on of which was a charmed snake he had found in one of the owl order catalogues.

Now that he was basically ready he walked back into the living room noticing an owl waiting VERY impatiently for him to give it it's money so that it could leave. Harry quickly downed the potion and could immediately start to feel the skin around the rings on his flesh start to heel up and leave a permanent hole where the rings where sitting.

Flipping through a newspaper searching for the weather report so that he knew whether or not he was going to freeze or not. Noticing how cold it was supposed to be that night he went back to his room to shuck off his pants to put on leggings that would keep him warm and look interesting beneath his pants when he put them back on he then grabbed his combat boots that he had set near the door and put those on. Grabbing the keys and his wallet he left the apartment to start the trek to the club. Knowing he would be a little early but also knowing that the line was going to be long if he didn't get a jump start on getting there, but then the line was always long.

Hells Haven

After a hour wait just to get in the door Harry started walking toward the bar on the far wall to see who was working that night. As he was walking he started to notice a few things that he had ignored when he first started coming to H.H. mingling in with the other patrons were several odd characters he could swear that on woman had a tail and that one of the guys in the corner had Fangs. By the time he had reached the bar he had noticed at least another six people that had peculiarities about the.

"Rogue, Soda please." Was all that Harry had said when he reached to bar. When a young woman with spiky pink hair and cream complexion stepped over to him with his drink he couldn't help asking the question that was burning in his brain. "Is this place Magical Rogue?"

"Might be but in what way do you mean?" said Rogue in a slightly husky voice that she had trained while tending the bar.

"I mean I just saw a girl with a tail, a guy with fangs, and another person with wings on and the wings WEREN'T on elastic bands around the arms."

"Ahhh, We are both magical and muggle here. The place has a charm on it where if you really need the musical release you'll find the place but if your just looking for a good time you'll pass us right by unless the place calls to your soul like it seems to for you. When Muggles leave they just think that they went to the best party on earth but when a magical being leaves they know that they have gotten their souls cleaned through music and that this place will always be open to them." At the end of her explanation she was hailed by another customer and went over to them to get their drink orders all the while leaving Harry to his thoughts until he noticed one of the songs currently being played by the DJ and just had to move to get the soul cleansing that Rogue had talked about not just a few minutes ago. When he got to the center of the stage he started moving as his body wanted to and forgot all about the other people in the club just releasing all of his hurt and anger at the world into the club where it was getting absorbed by the music and placed into grounders all over the club that kept people like himself from over whelming the club with his own feelings. By the time the song had ended he had started to feel just a little bit better about the situation that he was in but he also knew that by the end of the day tomorrow he would need the release again as he started back to the bar he noticed an icy blonde head of hair out of the corner of his eye....

TBC