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WARNINGS: sex, violence, language- rated M

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BETA: Dark Catalyst

WHAT LAST FOREVER

CHAPTER ONE

By Pure Black

Harry Potter sat in his usual place underneath a tree in the park nearby Privet Drive. The tree was a good hiding place because it was all green and cosy. The branches fell low and from there he had a good view over the park. Best of all, no one could see him. He was rather grateful for that since Dudley and his gang couldn't use him as a punching bag just for fun like they always did when they were bored. Yeah alright, maybe they hadn't the last few years but that didn't mean they didn't want to! It was just Dudley who provided it because he was afraid of him as a wizard. But the others didn't know that.

It was sunset and he knew it was time to head back to Privet Drive. He peered out from a bush near the tree and looked around for the D gang (Dudley, of course.) Just because he wasn't afraid of them didn't mean he enjoyed having them around insulting him. Not that he cared about that either, but sometimes it would be nice to get away from all the bullying. It was enough just having Malfoy around for the school year.

When he didn't see the D gang he came out from his hideout and started to walk back home slowly. He had already broken Albus' will. If Albus could have it his way he would never be able to get some fresh air. Albus wanted him to stay indoors, but he didn't like to be watched over. No one did. He had spent an awful lot of time thinking about his options in life.

Did he want to be an Auror?

Did he want to fight Voldmort?

Did he want to continue at Hogwarts?

No, No and No.

But he had to. A silly little thought was taking up most of his time. He liked to play with the thought of switching schools. He knew that that was called 'running away from your troubles,' but he had always faced them before. So he could take a break and run, couldn't he? Everyone does sometimes... don't they?

He reached the house and went inside.

"BOY" was the first thing he heard.

"Yes Uncle Vernon?" he said in his usual calm voice rather the opposite from Vernon's bellowing.

'I'm not deaf you know, but I might as well be.' he thought sourly.

"You've received...mail. By one of those RUDDY OWLS! Haven't I told you to keep those owls away from us?" his uncle, ahem, said.

"Yes you have, sir. But I wasn't home. They usually try to find another person to release them from their burden in case the receiver isn't there," he said in a 'Hermione teaching mode' voice.

Vernon looked like a purple balloon.

"Get this thing out of the kitchen," he managed to say. 'That's an improvement,' Harry thought relieved over not being at the receiving end of one angry Vernon Dursley's wrath.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon. Pig come here!" He said to Ron's stupid, little owl. Pig never managed to do something right, and that owl was more trouble than he was worth.

Vernon frowned and muttered something like 'crazy freaks and their weird names.' Well, he couldn't blame him there. Pig was a rather funny name for an owl. Since he didn't like the small owl he didn't feel annoyed over the ignorant remark his uncle made. He migth have felt the need to commentif hisuncle had spoken about Hedwig though.He took the letter and owl upstairs to his room and sat down on the bed. He saw to Pig first and made him comfy before he opened the letter.

Hello ´Arry!

How's it going with those muggles? Me and ´Mione areat you- know- where with the rest of you- know-what. I've been here all summer and it's been awfullyboring without you mate. I'm waiting for you to come. Albus is probably giving you clear sign soon. Hermione is making my ears bleed with her usual study talk, you know how she is. I need to go and help mum with the dishes.

See you soon,

Ron

Harry frowned. Everyone's letter had been like that all summer. Everyone was afraid to bring Sirius name down the paper. Even Remus and Albus. But he couldn't expect more from them since he was mentally 'unstable.' That is, if you were to believe what the papers once said anyway. Well he'd had it! He made up his mind right then and there. 'I'm leaving this fucking country!' He thought angrily.

Ron,

Don't stay up and wait for me, OK? I won't be seeing you at all this summer. But thanks for trying to lighten up my mood by lying to me!

/Harry.

It was a short and sarcastic letter that he wrote. He hated it when his friends lied to him and he didn't make a secret of it. Ron andHermione obviously kept things from him again, claiming that they were bored and that nothing was going on. As if!

He packed his bag, butleft most of the things as they were in the room. Who wanted those clothes of his anyway? After he finished packing he marched downstairs.

"FUCKERS! I'm leaving!" He shouted at the Dursleys. he had always wanted to say that to them.

He didn't stay and wait for a response. You would have to be pretty stupid to do that. Instead of using the Knight bus he used Wizard World Wide, a bus like the knight bus but it only left people in big towns or cities all over the world. He had stumbled upon it while reading a book about magical travels.There were so many things he didn't know about in the magical world, and he thought that it would be an prettygood idea to learnwhat kind of options he hadif he needed to go somewhere. If your name was Harry Potter you had to know how to make a quick escape.

He thought the WWW bus was perfect. Not many people used it, since it was extremely expensive totravel with it, and most common witches and wizards couldn't affort it.But he could, and hewas going to LA. He had heard it was a pretty hot town. It wouldn't do him any harm to check it out, would it?

In LA one month later.

"Jamez?"

"In here Carol," Harry shouted.

He went under his middle name here in LA. ApparentlyHarry was too geeky for the Americans, he had found out aboutthat the hard way. Since he didn't liked people giggling over his name decided that James was pretty harmless.He wascurrently working as a DJ in a magical Disco. He was pretty good at it and he enjoyed doing it.He had quickly gained a lot of fans and hewas admired for his great work and not for something he couldn't even remember doing. It was a great feeling,being admired for the hard work and effort he put into his things rather than a scar.The only good thing with being used to fame was that he wouldn't get too big-headed, despite having many pretty ladies constantly around him that wanted to sleep with him.

Right now he was on the floor, trying to get some cables untwined from each other.

"Oh! What a fucking mess!" Carol said over his shoulder.

"I've noticed," he said dryly without looking up. He was extremely concentrated on the job in front of him.

"What are you doing anyway?" she asked curiously and looked down at him with big golden eyes.

"What does it look like?" he snarled. He was starting to get irritated at this mess.

"You're pretty tied up there I see. I meant why are you doing it you asshole?" she said, clearly annoyed at being spoken to in that way. He didn't mind being called names, he was used to it and he knew she didn't really mean it... well, not much anyway.

"Somebody has to," he said with ashrug. "This is getting more and more messy each day. Soon they'll get cut off," he told her. he didn't mention that the cables could also be overcharged, he didn't want to scare her.

"Oh...!" she said. Harry gave up andthrew the cables at the floor and finally looked up at Carol. He sat back on his legs and wiped some sweat from his brow.Carol was also working in the club together with himand was one of his new friends. She was handing outthe drinks, and took care of those in the VIP section.She was very pretty with red hair and gold eyes, but yet he didn't want to be anything more than just friends with her.

"It's going to be a long night, tonight. It's going to be massive," she said out of the blue.

He nodded. "I know. With all those muggle and magical celebrities tonight; I'm going to have my ass full. There will be some big music artists here you know. I expect them to be quite picky," he said with a little frown. He would never admit it, but he felt nervous.

"Don't worry Jamez, You're already recognized as the best DJ in LA! They can't bring you down... And man if they do, I'll accidentally drop a drink over them," she said and smiled evilly with a wink.

Harry laughed at her. "You'd loose your job," he said.

"I'd do anything for a friend of mine. Besides, they can't kick me out because I'm the best and I'm in charge of the other girls!" she said confidently.

Harry shook his head and went back to his cable undoing. He sighed, it seemed to be a very long night indeed.