Listen, disclaimer! Check chapter one for disclaimers! But I do own 'Club Obsidian' it's MY idea! You can't have it! Mine! Oops…sorry, I had Pepsi today. Not good!

What Happens In LA Stays In LA

Chapter Two: Entering LA, Welcome

July 2, 2006

Harry groaned and breathed in the fresh air of the Los Angeles International Airport.

"Air!" he yelled.

Some people stared.

"You okay, kid?" asked a man who had gotten off the plane with Harry.

"I'm just fine, now. I got stuck on the plane with a woman on the inside of the seats, and she had to get up every five minutes, and came back with way too much very strong cologne on."

"That sucks."

"Thank you." Now…where are my bags? Oh, yeah, in my pocket. Well then, where is the exit?

Harry looked around the chaos and confusion that was the airport.

He noticed a security guard. Thank you, Merlin!

"Um, excuse me, I was wondering if you could show me the way to the exit." Harry said quietly.

"Oh, it's thataway." The guard pointed towards a bunch of glass sliding doors that held a sign overhead "Exit".

"Thank you."

Harry now felt sufficiently stupid.

Harry left, weaving his way in and out of the people going to and fro.

Harry stepped outside, and looked around. Sunny, warm…very nice. VERY LOUD!

"Okay, Harry. Here we go." He muttered, and set off across the street, only to nearly get run over.

The black and purple-flamed car squealed to a stop, and a female leaned her head out. "Yo, bastard! Watch where you're goin' ya crazy sunnova-"

"Sorry! Didn't mean to!"

Harry ran off, breathing hard.

He hid in a dark alley, catching his breath. People here weren't too friendly. That cabbie guy had been right.

Harry took out his ring, and tapped the ankh with his wand.

After a thousand swirling colors, nearly throwing up, and landing on his ass, Harry landed in front of a house.

A VERY LARGE HOUSE.

Harry looked up at it. Damn, this place was a mansion!

Black stone covered it, silver-lined marble on the front porch. Those large support beams came up every few feet to hold up the balcony, pure, unscathed black and gold-mixed marble.

Harry stared. This is where I'm going to live? Damn, Siri, thank you!

He got up, and pulled a key out of his pocket. It had come with the letter, and he assumed it would open the front door.

Harry walked up the large front steps, and opened the front door.

A house elf was there to meet him. This one was dressed in a very cute outfit. Apparently Sirius had been there before his…accident…and had the elves properly attired. 'She' was wearing a usual maid's outfit, but made much more simply and not as frilly.

"Hello, sir! Is you Mr. Harry Potter?"

"Yes…Yes I am."

"Ah, Mr. Black informed Shiri Mr. Potter would be coming a few months ago. That is how Shiri knew Master Potter would be coming." (Before anyone asks any questions about that, Sirius said that Harry would be coming with him to the house sometime soon. Just to clear that up.)

"Oh…thank you, Shiri. Um…could you please…show me to my room?"

"Of course, sir! Is sir hungry?" Shiri led Harry up the wide spiral stairs.

"Um…kind of. But I don't want you going out of your way…"

"Its fine, sir. We love to work. It's what we live for."

"Oh…is that how all house elves think?"

"Yes, sir. Shiri believes that House Elves were put on Earth to serve the big people. And we enjoy it. We get clothes, food, and a roof over our heads. We are happy." Her smile widened, leading Harry up a very extensive staircase.

The halls of the house were very well furnished, colored in Gryffindor colors of red and gold. A few rooms of black and silver caught his eyes.

Also, a portrait of him and his parents when he was a baby was hung in the hallway.

A million different recent pictures hung on the wall opposite it, along with pictures of the Marauders, and Lily.

"Wow…" his room's door opened, revealing the spacious room.

The walls were painted a warm blood red, leading down to a cream colored carpet. A chest of drawers, bedside table, and mirror stood against the left wall of the room, all made of almost-black oak.

The bed was placed directly beside the open window that led out to a balcony overlooking the beach and the ocean, the gossamer curtains floating in the briny breeze.

The bed itself was decorated with white down pillows, a black comforter and blood red satin sheets.

A door stood to his right, apparently leading to his closet and another stood to his left, leading to his personal bathroom.

"Wow…thank you, Shiri."

"You is welcome, sir. Shall we prepare lunch for you?"

"Um…no thank you Shiri. I think I'll also explore the house a little."

"Alright sir. Shiri will be in kitchen if Master needs Shiri for anything."

"Thank you, Shiri."

She left, and Harry collapsed on his new bed. He couldn't believe this. He had a large room of his own…hell, a large HOUSE of his own, and there was no way that anyone could take it from him that he could think of.

Harry got up and placed his trunk on the floor, pushing the little button. He pulled the trunk open and started taking out his stuff, placing all of his books on the shelf he found above his large mirror.

He took out his clothes and hung them up in his apparently walk-in closet?

"Damn, this is bigger than my room back at the Dursley's…" he muttered, finally hanging up his last article of clothing. Sure, he didn't have much, but that meant he'd have to go shopping soon.

Harry strode back over to his trunk, pulling out his potion's stuff and placing it all on a shelf above his clothes rack.

"There. I'm unpacked." Time to explore the house.

Harry left his room, looking up and down the halls and picked a random direction to head and started walking around, peeking into rooms whenever he felt like it.

Apparently the house had thirteen bedrooms, a bathroom for each, a very spacious living room, a greeting hall, pool hall and a recreation room that was in the basement.

The Rec Room had been filled with a pool table, air hockey, video game systems and darts. There was also a screen that had apparently been built into the wall that was bigger than Harry with bookshelves on either side filled with DVD's, VHS's, and video games of almost every genre.

Harry's jaw had dropped. Damn, Sirius wasn't kidding when he'd said that it was the best of all of the houses that he now owned.

The teen headed back up to his room and decided to go out on the balcony and sit down on the reclining beach chair he found there, resting as he stared out at the beach.

"Wow…" he whispered. "This is great."

The golden sun shone down on the water and sand, giving it a glowing quality.

People covered the beach, having fun.

"I can see why Sirius loved it here. Maybe I can be my real self here." He snickered. "Hell, maybe I can even lose the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy' image." That would be fun to go back to England with, a new attitude and a new look.

Now, where should I go?

Harry noticed a mall by the beach. That'll do.

"Shiri!"

"Yes, sir?" said elf appeared by his leg.

"I'm going out. Could you watch the house for me till I get back?"

"Of course, sir."

"Thank you." He patted her on the head.

She giggled. Shiri really seemed to like receiving attention.

Harry walked down the front steps of Sirius's…no, his house, and headed in the direction of the mall he had seen.

Sunset Beach Square Mall

Harry looked around. Stores stretched as far as the eye could see in either direction.

Well, I'd best get started.

Harry wandered down the walkway, dodging women and men carrying bags full of stuff or talking on their cell phones.

After weaving in and out of the slightly rude people, he spotted a bookstore called Waldenbooks. He shook his head. He didn't really need any more books…but oh hell!

Harry sighed and went in, looking around the slightly small store.

Harry wandered around the store, trying to find some more books. Wizarding books weren't very interesting. Good for school and nothing else, in his opinion.

Books covered every wall, along with DVD's, TCG's, and what seemed to be huge-headed stuffed toys that resembled people. What in the world? What are those things?

Harry shook his head, and stared at a shelf of oddly-colorful books.

Apparently, according to the sign hanging above them, they were called…manga?

Hmmm…well, some of these seem interesting.

Harry looked over a lot of the titles, kind of stumped at the pure stupidity of some. SGT Frog? Tokyo Mew Mew? …WTF! (No offense meant to those of you who read and enjoy these manga…I'm a TMM fan myself. But SGT Frog gives me the creeps…)

Harry rose an eyebrow at the certain comics he found…very odd, but he found a few that intrigued him.

Harry paused before picking a few up. I really don't think I should buy too many books…

Harry sighed. Oh why the hell not?

Quarter of an hour later, Harry left the store laden down with five near-to-bursting bags full of books.

He quickly ducked down into a small alley in the mall, and shrunk all of his bags, putting them in his pocket.

Being a legal wizard now was a really handy thing.

He came out of his hidey-hole, and continued on.

Not many other cool places…well, except for a few…

Harry paused in front of a HUGE store called FYE. (My fave store EVER)

He blinked, then went in. It was quite obviously a CD store.

He looked around, and found some CD's that looked interesting. Most of them consisted of being in the rock genre.

He shrugged, going up to buy them. After getting ogled by the lady behind the counter while she was ringing up his purchases, he also bought a small portable CD player, along with some batteries. This CD player had a clip that attached to your pantsline. With that, he left, ripping all of the covers off of his CD's, and popping one in. Heavy guitar reached his ears through the earphones gently covering his ears, and he found that he kind of liked the way the guitars screamed at him.

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That doesn't believe that don't believe in me

(Jesus of Suburbia: Green Day: American Idiot Album)

Harry clipped the CD player to his jeans-pocket, and continued on his way, bobbing his head slightly to the songs of a band called Green Day. (THEY ROCK!)

After about two hours of searching around the three-story mall, Harry was getting tired.

Damn. This place is huge!

Harry stopped in front of a large store that looked like a dungeon.

Club Obsidian? What kind of name is that? Well, I checked everywhere else.

True. He had checked everywhere. American Eagle…that place made him twitch for some reason. Hot Topic…it was a little…extravagant for his taste. He had completely ignored Rave, Body Shop, and 5:7:9. They were girl stores.

Harry stepped through the black beaded curtain that covered the entrance, and blinked.

This place was surprising to say the least.

It had a Hot Topic look, but it felt a little friendlier in some way. Also, more surreal.

Everything was black, red, blue, silver, and gold…some pink. But not much.

He liked it.

"Yo, can I help you?" asked a girl. She had brown hair with black streaks in it, and was wearing an outfit that was very cool in his book. Her eyes were an interesting shade of violet-blue. Probably contacts.

She wore a black tank-top with three different sleeves and a pair of tight black pants with red lining them. The shirt said 'Bother me, and I'll bite your head off,' with a sleeping wolf on the front, blood dripping from its fangs.

"Um…I'm just looking around. But, I'm also looking for a new look. Apparently my current one makes me look…well…" he left the statement hanging, not really knowing how he looked.

"Well, hun, if you want me to be frankly honest, it makes you look like a total dork and like your mom dressed you. So, what's your name?"

"I'm…" Harry paused. He couldn't give out his real name in a place like this. That would make it easier for the Order to track him. He decided to keep the name he had given Lalaine on the plane. "James Evans."

"Cool. I'm Vivian. Well, let me get you one of our make-over kids and we'll get started. Yo! Mina!" Vivian yelled.

"What?" came an irritated voice, obviously female. Well doesn't she sound like the happiest person in the world…

"Victim!" Why do I really not like the way she said that?

"Really? How bad?" she sounded interested at this point.

"Come see for yourself!"

Out of the back room came a girl that made Harry's jaw mentally drop.

She was beautiful! Black hair like a raven's wing fell over her right shoulder in a graceful braid. Her eyes were the color of deep, uncut amethyst, swirling with mischievousness. A pair of black Tripp Bondage pants with purple lining hung loosely on her legs and hips, and a black shirt clung to her form, white writing reading 'I used to have superhuman powers…but my psychiatrists took them away…'

She cringed. "Ow…damn kid! Who dressed you, your grandma?"

"I don't have one."

"You foreign?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Um, no duh!" she imitated his proper British accent. Apparently his…proper accent…made him stand out in America. Course, he spoke like just about everybody else in England…so he didn't understand why people sometimes had a hard time understanding him. They were the ones whom he couldn't understand.

Harry blushed. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize." She winked at him, smirking flirtatiously. "I find it adorable!"

Vivian rolled her eyes. "Minako…sorry, Zach. She's obsessed with guys with accents."

"Oh shove off!"

"Don't you mean 'bugger off'?" Harry asked.

"What?"

"Its British teen slang. 'Bugger off' means 'Get fucked up the ass.'"

"Wow…that's a fun word!" Vivian repeated it over and over again.

"Okay, you got it. So, this is the guy I gotta change?" Minako pointed a pale, slender finger at him, and he noticed that her nails were painted black with silver tips.

"Yep."

"Good. I get to mentally scar a guy for life!"

Yeah, lots of luck. I've been through too much already. What could a makeover do?

Minako grabbed his hand and dragged him off to a different part of the store, where all of the shirts, pants, and hoodies hung.

Minako picked up a large assortment of clothes and handed them to him. She shoved him and all of the clothes into the dressing room, yelling at him through the door which ones to try on together.

The first outfit was a Green Day Heart Grenade Button-up shirt and Tripp Handcuff and Pyramid stud pants. Minako loved it, and gave him another outfit to put on, taking the one that he had just tried.

After an hour, hundreds of outfits followed in the same fashion, he finally found one that he absolutely loved. (Course, he'd liked a lot of the ones before that one, but this one was really good.) Tripp Black and Blue Skull Stud Zip-off Pants, and a black shirt with the words: Sarcasm, it beats killing people.

Harry grinned at his reflection, he really liked this one.

After yet another hour, Harry had enough outfits to fill his new walk-in closet.

Harry took out his credit card, punched in the number, and paid for his clothes.