A.N. Hey Y'all. Here is the second chapter once again just to remind you of the explicit nature of this story I think that you should stop reading if you should feel the need to disregard my advice then don't come crying to me when you get your bigoted panties in a twist. For everybody else out there I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Hey! Don't you for one second think that I own Harry Potter or any of his lot because I don't want to be held responsible for the shenanigans that I am about to put them through.

As Harry exited the tube station at the stop near Piccadilly Circus he glance around to see if that asshole pig that liked to hassle him and his friends and also grab a free feel when he decided that they needed to be patted down. It was a good thing that Harry kept his wand hidden in a space on his bike or they would have for sure found it on him long ago and Harry just didn't need the ministry breathing down his neck anymore than they already were with some trumped up charges of breaking the secrecy act. Fortunately Harry didn't see any police presence anywhere.

Harry mentally brought up the shortest way to the club. It was a maze of back alleys and jumped fences that lay ahead of him. Harry glanced up at the clock over his head and saw that it was about a quarter to twelve. Instead of going strait to the club Harry felt like taking in some time in the Circus. Harry really enjoyed the street performers and if he ever had some coins in his pocket he would gladly give them up to a worthy act. Harry had himself jumped into the spot light once or twice when he needed to scrape some money together to hit up a show or if he was dying for a dime bag. Harry's act was always different depending on his mood. Once when a new band from Ireland was making a one night appearance in London, Harry had gotten the money for tickets for him and his mates by wowing a crowd with some flatland bike tricks. It had been quite a thrill for Harry to hear the cheering about something other than who he was and about something that he was doing.

As Harry strolled down the side walk he saw numerous acts. Some of the regular performers even waved to Harry. He was a local at the Circus and spent a lot of time either meeting up with people or checking out some of the local stores. Harry usually didn't have much money but what do you need money for when you have a five finger discount. Although Harry wouldn't call himself a magician he did have a fair amount of skill with slight of hand and could make entire outfits disappear from the stores shelves and reappear from his coat or bag outside of the store. He was the bane of many shop managers and they had never been able to catch or prove that he had taken anything.

Harry came to a large crowd surrounding a man. Loud dance music could be heard blasting from a boom box place near the inner ring of people. Harry was curious to who was drawing this much attention as he knew none of the regulars had such an act to draw such a crowd. Harry saw one of the performers he knew better than most standing within the crowd near the back edge.

His name was Mack and he played the drums on anything that he could find. He was a very tall black man with dreads almost down to his ass and he wore very colorful clothing. He had many strips of different color fabrics tied to his clothes and woven into his hair. His set had all the regular stuff like trash can lid cymbals and plastic container drums but he had other things that one wouldn't expect to see. Like an old xylophone and huge gong that sat behind him. He had salvaged these from a music store that had been going out of business and were throwing away some junk. But the thing that made him even more different and one of the reasons that he always drew a crowd around the rush hour time was the bottles. Mack had assembled a huge rack of glass bottles and had filled them all up with different amounts of water. Then he added coloring to the water to give them different shades of the rainbow. He had even saved up enough money to buy some professional grade felt headed stick that gave them the most beautiful sound. The rack of bottles was almost as tall as he was and was built circular like a column. He would stand in front of them for a moment and seem to go into a trance. He would whirl and dance around it as he beat out intricate rhythms with the sticks. He could replicate almost any song a person in the crowd requested but he was always at his best when he was just playing off the cuff. Harry had been so impressed with him when he first saw him perform that Harry had given him ten pounds and even offered to pay for lunch if Mack would accompany him. Mack had agreed and they had been good friends since.

Harry walked up behind him and called out "Hey Mack!" Mack turned around and spied Harry grinning at him. "Hey man you have got check out this new guy. He is nuts." Harry walked up to stand next to Mack. "Who is he?" Harry asked as he tried to spy the performer but was too short to see him past the crowd. "Beats me man. This guy just shows up about a half an hour ago and starts doing some crazy dance moves if you can even call them that. There more like gymnastics set to a beat if you ask me." Harry was fairly surprised by this. It took a lot to impress Mack who had seen many performers come and go. Harry had to see this guy now. "I'll see you later man." Harry said. Mack just nodded and turned to look over the top of the crowd to the show. Harry turned to the crowd and quietly began to slide and sneak his way to the front where he would be able to see the first thing that Harry saw about the dancer was his brilliant blond hair.