Happily Never After

By: Chocola Emo Shizzle

Summary: Harry was still needed, even after his death. Except, this was somewhere else. It was the Wizarding World, but it was a different than his. It was a world where the Boy-Who-Lived was never there and the Dark Lord Voldemort ruled with an iron fist. DM/HP, SB/RM, LM/SS, LV/OC.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling. Eras the Watcher, Thomas Woodburn the Watcher and Jet are my characters. If you want to use them, please ask me. Also, random characters in here that aren't in the book are mine. The lyrics and band are made up. I repeat, the band and lyrics are made up.

Warning: The ages have been altered… a lot. There is lot of making out in this chapter.

Chapter 4: Parties And Playmates

Recap:

"Not at all." Harry grinned at Jet, who grinned back. "We're all set then, Jet. I'll see you here at what time?"

"Nine o'clock." Jet's newest found friend, a potential boyfriend, nodded and set an alarm on his wand to let him know. "I'll see you then, Harry."

"Of course." Inside, he was wondering at what kind of party it was. He wasn't sure it'd be something he was used to. By using the way Jet dressed as a clue, it'd be something totally different from what he's heard of.

And they parted ways.

End Recap.

It had been a few hours since Jet and Harry had agreed to the time. Now the latter was just wondering around Diagon Alley. He had peered down Knockturn Alley, which had a lot more people in it, but he didn't go down it. He was still a little scared of what he might find down there, honestly. So, instead, he kept going down Diagon Alley. He had paused in front of Gringotts as well, wondering if he had to rely on Eras for money or had his account somehow transferred over?

As he walked down the road, his eyes wandered over the walls. Many new posters were thrown up on the walls; all confusing him a little bit more. Perhaps he should have read or borrowed more books from Thomas. . . But then, he stopped to stare at a wall covered in Wanted posters.

Two of them caught his emerald eyes.

One was a black and white picture of a man with long black hair, snarling at the photograph. The name under the picture? 'Sirius Lupin-Black.' The poster next to it was of a wide-eyed, blond man with kind eyes. The name under that picture? 'Remus Lupin-Black.'

"Sirius. . . Is alive?" He whispered to himself as he stared at the pictures. The Potter's didn't exist here so he wouldn't know of him. Harry's heart had swelled at the knowledge that his Godfather was still alive, but then deflated slightly once he realized the other would not know him.

Someone pushed past him, knocking him out of his daze. He cast another quick gaze, noting some of the other names before he head back off.

He turned into a shop, wanting to browse now. Who knew what he could find? Many Dark objects and books were all over the shop as he walked around. He heard a whining voice as it begged its father to buy them something here. He shook his head slightly at the father's positive answer. He stopped in front of a large shelf of books, looking at the titles.

Harry stared at one of the book spines. The language he didn't know of, but somehow he could read it. The green squiggles seemed to mean something to him as he turned his head to read it better. 'Shadow. . . Arts.' He thought to himself slowly as he read it. "'Shadow Arts?' I wonder what that is," he said softly to himself as he pulled the book out. He looked around for a moment before looking down at it.

He began to read, slowly at first. But as he read more, the easier it became to decipher. And then, after he was done with the fifth page, which was still the introduction to the Shadow Arts and such, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Looking up, Harry peered at them as he blinked. "Yes?"

The man was very scruffy looking and was bent slightly. "You can't read that sonny, don't even try!" He wheezed softly. "That's in Parseltongue, not English like you and I speak. Besides, our Dark Lord has purchased that book." He held his hand out to retrieve the book.

The words that could get him quicker to Voldemort were on the tip of his tongue. "I can speak Parseltongue." He could have said. Instead, this came out: "Oh. Okay." And he handed the book over. He didn't want to seem out of place. "But do you know if there are anymore copies of that book? Even if I can't read it, I'd like to have a copy." He smiled kindly as he spoke. Voldemort didn't need to get that book.

The old man wheezed softly as he took the book with a shake of his head. "No. This is the only book that I know of. And I've been looking for copies for ages." He limped back to the counter, Harry following. "See anything else you're interested in, sonny?"

"Uhm, no. Well, not besides that." He didn't look at the tall, long blond haired man standing in front of the counter. He just watched the old man ring the piece up. "Are you sure you have to sell that? I really want it," he sighed.

The man cleared his throat loudly, causing the black haired man to jump and look at him. It was Lucius Malfoy. "Our Lord Voldemort wants this book, boy, and he'll get it." He sneered as he looked down at Harry.

The man was at least six inches taller than Harry. That made his mood worsen slightly.

"Fine, I was just askin'." He responded rudely before looking back at the scruffy man. "Thanks for your help, sir. I'll see you around." And he left.

Lucius Malfoy simmered angrily, that boy had just dismissed him! But he could take revenge later, he cooled down as he took the bag and handed the money over. He was on a mission first.

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The night had grown colder as the sun went down. Now Harry stood in front of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions while he waited for Jet to exit the shop. He hugged himself, the robe now discarded for a jacket. They probably would head to Harry's place to get him better clothes. He didn't have much stuff for the parties Jet probably went to.

At the thought of the blue haired young man, he smiled. He knew he should be dead-set on whatever he needed to do, but right now, he just wanted some time to actually be a regular person. And Jet was very cute, and acted as if he was interested in Harry.

As he thought of their meeting in the dressing room, he gnawed on his bottom lip as he thought about it. He really hoped the other liked him. They had just met today, but he liked the other. If they didn't get together, perhaps they could be friends? Or fuck-buddies? He blushed darkly at that thought, quickly making it leave his mind.

A sigh exited him as he pulled out his wand. "Tempus." He whispered before the time appeared. It was nine fifteen now. He couldn't afford to wait around any longer. He mumbled the spell to turn the time off as he stuck it in his pocket. "Dammit. . ." He mumbled. He had been stood up. He stuck his hands in his pockets before walking away.

"Harry! Wait!" Jet's voice called out as a door slammed in the background. "Sorry! Auntie and me were fixing up someone's dress and we lost track of the time!" He finally caught up with the stopped Potter, who looked surprised. "I swear I wasn't trying to stand you up! Auntie and me just love sewing things up the Muggle way so we lose track of the time." He panted lightly as he stood next to the black haired man.

"Oh." Harry grinned. "I'm glad you caught me. I might have avoided you because of my embarrassment. I'm glad I can continue to talk to you now!" He laughed sheepishly, grin slipping. "That was kinda stupid of me to say, huh?" He looked to the side, chuckling nervously.

Jet grinned, eyes laughing with delight. "Its all right! No need to hide yourself around me, cutie! We're going to a party!" He gave the other a look over. "You'll stand out if you look like that. Come inside with me so we can both change," he said as he grabbed the other's hand and pulled him inside.

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They exited the shop, two different expressions. Jet with a large flirty grin on his face and Harry with a slightly frightened look on his. Jet was obviously used to the way of their dressing but Harry definitely wasn't.

Jet's shirt was a pink fishnet top with many bracelets on his arms. His pants were black and very tight, framing his arse quite nicely, Harry thought. His ears had many earrings in them and, as Harry found out, his naval was pierced as well. He had put on black eyeliner to make his eyes stand out more. He turned to look at Harry, that cat-like flirty grin on his face.

Jet had dressed Harry.

Harry Potter now had no shirt on. He wished he did. Instead he had black and white thick striped arm-socks on. His hair had been gelled so that it looked like it was meant to be messy. Jet had also put green stripes in his hair. His own eyes had black eyeliner on them. His pants were also tight around the arse/crotch area but looser down by the legs. His shoes had been black boots which had stayed.

"Jet, are you sure I can't put on a shirt?" He asked nervously as they walked down the street. Jet winked at him. "Please?"

The blue haired man turned on his heel, standing in front of Harry now. He slid a hand up his chest before letting it wrap around the back of his neck. He leaned in close, smirking. "Don't you trust me, Harry?" He whispered out before breaking away. "C'mon! We gotta get to the party!"

Harry gulped nervously before hurrying to catch up.

I do trust you. I just don't trust me.

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At ten o'clock, they reached the large house the party was being held in. It was off of London so they wouldn't get caught with too loud of music. Harry at least thought that was the reason why. "Is this a Muggle party?" He asked as they neared the house. All ready music and lights were on as the party kept going.

"It's a Wizarding party, Harry! Just don't take anything from anyone!"

"Even you?"

"Besides me!" Jet laughed loudly. His partner for the night offered a smile as the young man laughed. "Now, c'mon! We don't wanna be too late!" He teased as he grabbed the black haired man's hand and started to pull them faster to the house.

All ready, Harry felt nervous. What if he did something wrong? What would Jet do? Would he pretend he didn't know him? He had seen it happen at the parties he went to with Hermione and Ron. He would make a fool of himself Ron would, and then Hermione would ignore him. He really hoped this wouldn't happen here. He wanted Jet to like him!

Inside the house, Harry was certain he was dressed correctly for it. Many wizards and witches were gothic-ly and scantily clad. Every gender was touching everyone, not caring if they were both males or females or not. No one had any care for anything as they moved to the beat of the fast-paced music.

Jet still held onto Harry's hand, the grip tighter than it was before, as he pulled the other through the crowd of half-naked people. Many men and women gave Harry lustful glances, but he kept his eyes straight ahead on the back of Jet's head. Soon, they were pulled into the middle of the dancing crowd.

He stood there uncertainly as Jet started to sway his hips to the beat, jumping up and down with the crowd. He stopped though, seeing Harry just watching him. He turned to him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he started to move himself to the beat. "Just move to the beat Harry!" He yelled above the music, his hot body pressed against the Savior's.

And he found his hands resting on Jet's hips and backside and started to move with him.

Their bodies moved to the music, sweating sliding down their hot bodies as the night wore on. Jet and Harry danced together, letting their own music be made in between them.

Finally, when thirst had overtaken both of the sweaty men's brain, they left the dance floor. Harry had an arm over Jet's shoulders, pulling him close while the latter had his arm around the prior's waist. Neither wanted to let go of each other, afraid they would be left.

"Who's the band, Jet?" Harry asked as they found a semi-quiet corner of the house to drink.

Jet had gotten them both Non-Alcoholic Butter Beer. Harry hadn't even known there was alcoholic Butter Beer!

"Their called Dancing Pixies. Their lead singer, Gerard, is part-Veela. I've talked to him before. We dated a bit, but then we decided we were better off as friends and fuck-buddies. I haven't really done anything with him for over a month now. The shop's been hectic since Hogwarts is starting up again."

Taking a sip for his drink, Harry mused on that. Hogwarts was starting up again? I thought Hogwarts was Voldemort's base of operations. Well, Thomas did tell me it was still a school. But it seems really strange that they would do that. . . "I see. He is pretty cute." He had felt an attraction to the singer, but it had only been faint. He had someone else in his arms which the attraction had been much higher to.

Finally, after their thirst was stated, they both went back into the dance floor. Gerard's voice was deep and silky as it sang out the lyrics to this song.

"Take my hand, boy And never let go.
Let me kiss you,
Until the sun sets low."

And Harry found himself turning the young man, who had had his back moving against Harry's front, around and crushing his lips to his. He wasn't sure why he did it, because he knew of rejection. Yet, he found his body moving on its own accord because of the music. Magic? Perhaps. Or maybe it wasn't.

Jet's lips moved against his, responding to his touches immediately. The kiss was rough and desperate, both wanting it to not stop. But air was needed soon afterwards. Yet, that didn't stop them from erotically moving against the other as they pulled each other closer.

Deep kisses, bites on the neck and much more ensure that night. "Don't stop," Jet moaned out in a husky voice as Harry bit down hard on the other's neck and started to suck on it. A dark bruise, or more commonly known as a hickey, would be left there.

"Don't stop, baby Just keep movin' on.
I wanna stay with you,
Until the night breaks into dawn."

Jet's hand yanked Harry's head back so he could offer the same. Both of their lips felt bruised but they loved the feelings. Pent-up emotions were being rushed out as they continued. Teeth were attached to Harry's Adam Apple, biting and nibbling on the delicious neck. The worked on young man let out a low, sultry moan as sensitive nerves were hit.

"Kiss me.
Lick me.
Suck me.
Fuck me."

The harsh words came from Gerard's mouth, each one making more and more of an impression on all of the listener's.

Jet and Harry took those words to heart.

Tongues moved against tongues, lips against lips and teeth against teeth. No amount of flesh was left un-assaulted if they could get their mouths on it.

Harry's hands squeezed the other's arse tightly, making him gasp. Jet's hand curled in the other's hair, bringing him into a searing kiss. One leg moved against another proactively as they moved against each other.

With Gerard's voice in the background, they danced and kisses on the dance floor, not caring who saw. All they saw was each other in those moments. Finally, air was needed since they had just been panting.

They continued to move back and forth, thankful that Gerard's singing was now in a low murmur, the music slow and soft as well.

Harry panted heavily, an arm wrapped possessively around the other man's back as they stayed pressed up against each other. "Jet… I… I'm sorry…" He said ashamedly, looking away. He didn't move from against the other though.

"What for?" Jet asked, panting lightly now. "I liked it. I wanted it. I responded. If I hadn't liked it, I would have pushed you away. I was hinting to you earlier." He looked up, a teasing smile on his face.

"I know." Harry smiled back somewhat, still unsure. "I'm just worried. . ."

"About what?"

He knew he couldn't tell the other. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't. He shook his head, smiling sadly. "Maybe some other time." Sensing he wouldn't get it out of him, Jet agreed. They moved from the dance floor as the next song, a very fast one, started up.

Harry let himself fall into a chair, the blue haired man letting himself sit on the other's lap. "Its hot," Harry groaned. "I'm not even wearing a shirt and I'm sweating."

Jet smirked as he ran a hand down the slick chest. "I can help you remember why you're sweating," he said sweetly yet slyly.

A blush graced the black haired man's face. "I remember," he muttered. "I'm sorry if I'm weird about this Jet. I just haven't been with anyone in a long time." His eyes shone sad. "And I left there before I could tell him goodbye."

Jet frowned as he cupped Harry's cheek. "Its not your fault. Something must have been bad for you and you couldn't see them soon enough. Not your fault. It's the other's fault for making it so hard on you." Harry leaned into his touch. Without knowing it, the other had hit it right on the mark.

"Thanks. . " He whispered softly.

Leaning forward, Jet pressed a soft kiss to Harry's lips. That kiss was slow and meaningful.

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On their way to Harry's room in the Leaky Cauldron, many kisses were shared as were soft whispers. Harry and Jet both felt something for each other. It was too soon to be called anything, and they both knew it wasn't love, but it was something. It was something fresh and wonderful that needed to be watered.

Hard, rough kisses were shared as Harry slammed Jet against the door, effectively shutting it. Before they had even gotten into his room, Jet had started to kiss and nip on the other's neck. That had made Harry push the other indoors and then slam him against the wall and furiously kiss him. His hand padded around the door, trying to locate the lock. Finally, it was securely locked.

Clothes were ripped off quickly, both still kissing. Luckily, they hadn't had a lot of clothes on.

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Author's Bottom: Finally! This chapter was so hard to write! And I didn't know how it would end so I haven't started to plan the other in my notebook. But I have a few ideas inside my head! -Cackles-

Don't worry all, Jet and Harry won't be a lasting couple. I just wanted to throw in some action.

Also, you may all noticed that I changed the rating to 'M.' I just don't want this to go too far and get reported for it. I'm a very cautious gal. -Laughs-

Anyways, I have a really good story for you all to read! It's a Draco/Harry story called Masquerade. Its SO good. I love it! All the chapters are SO frickin' long! All of you will be amazed by it!

And if any are looking for Voldemort(Tom)/Harry, I know a good one of those as well. Its called Abandon. I love this chick's stories. I've read almost all of them. -Chuckles sheepishly-

A good Severus/Harry story is called Devil's Snare. Its DELICIOUS.

Please review! I want to hear your thoughts and such! I don't get a lot of reviews, and that makes me sad. I'm happy to know that people are reading it -Looks at the Hits- but I want more reviews. No, I won't stop the story if I don't get more, its just I feel lonely. D;

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The reason this chapter is so late in coming is because I've been sick- Still am!- and that it was a BITCH to write. Make me feel better! D;

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♥ Chocola Emo Shizzle ♥