The Leaky Cauldron wasn't the only hotel in the British Wizarding World; it was the cheapest and most well-known. Another hotel outclassed anything else in the British Wizarding World; it was the number one Wizarding hotel in the World; the next one on the list for Elegance was in Paris. The Midland Grand Hotel, known to the Muggles as the St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel, was the classiest. No one in the Wizarding World knew who it belonged to, but they did know it was a Wizard; after all, a Muggle couldn't possess a Wizarding Hotel.
This hotel was where men and boys from the British Wizarding World quietly walked to a ballroom. An advert had gone out daily for a month; there was an ad in the Daily Prophet. One ad per section every day for a month, an advertisement no one in the "know" could miss—an ad looking for The Lost Boys.
The ballroom had four sets of velvet chairs with aisles between them. The far-left section of chairs was covered in emerald green, followed by a grouping of sapphire blue chairs; the next group was bright daffodil yellow, and the final group was ruby red. There were around 800 chairs, but most older men knew that not all those chairs would have someone sitting there.
As the men and boys entered the ballroom of the Midland Grand Hotel, the men helping set up the meeting told them to sit by their Hogwarts house. Current Hogwarts students were seated in the front rows by year group, with first years sitting in the far-left chair, second years sitting next to them, etc. The older men also sat like this, knowing who they had sat by in previous meetings; however, empty chairs were scattered amongst the older men.
A red-headed man entered the ballroom and started to head towards the ruby-red chairs with an explanation of the seating chart in his hand when he stopped and stared at the second row to the front; sitting side by side was a pair of redheads that he recognized. His eyes went wide, and he started to hyperventilate. "No…no…no…" he was heard saying. The two heads sitting down swung around at the man's chant.
"Bill?" The two boys said, their eyes going wide.
"Fred, George," Bill weakly said before running to his younger brothers, pulling them into a hug, tears flowing. But no one paid any attention to the tears streaming down their faces; this was, after all, a rape survivors' meeting.
"Come in, come in! Time to shut the door and get started," a tall, salt-and-peppered distinguished man said as he walked to the front. "Welcome, Lost Boys. My name is Peter Pan. I am here to talk to you about our common enemy. Captain Hook." The man looked over the crowd in sorrow. "Weasley's, elder Weasley brother, I know you just found out that Captain Hook has raped your younger twin brothers, but for now, it does really help if you would please sit in your seat by year at Hogwarts as our fellow lost boys take a tally."
"Yes, sir," Bill responded as he let go of his brothers and took his seat between the two boys….men now, who used to be between him in age group at Hogwarts.
"Please come in," Peter Pan said as a young boy peeked his head around the door that had previously been shut. "Are you a Hogwarts Lost Boy?"
Five Minutes Earlier: The young boy paced in the alley beside the hotel. He had read the advert in the newspaper and heard the whispers of the Lost Boys. He knew he was one, but he didn't want anyone else to know; like many rape survivors, he was ashamed. He had brought a cloak to hide himself, and if this hotel were just a Wizarding hotel, he would have put it on, but it was surprisingly a mixed hotel. At least for now, the young boy plucked up his Gryffindor courage and entered the hotel with his head hung low. Seeing the sign for the Lost Boys pointing towards an empty hallway, he pulled the cloak over himself, hiding his face. Seeing a sign for the Lost Boys next to a pair of closed double doors, he opens one of the doors and peeks in.
"Please come in," the speaker at the front of the room said, "Are you a Hogwarts Lost Boy?"
The young boy nods and enters the room, and looks around. "Please sit according to your Hogwarts house and year; as young as you are, you will be upfront."
The young boy flushed underneath his hood; he hated it when everyone looked at him. Walking between the Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor chairs, he turns at the front and sees the first-year and second-year chairs empty, and he feels pride. He did that. He moves over to the far chair in front of Gryffindor and sits in the 4th-year boy spot next to Colin Creevey, who, for once, wasn't bouncing off the walls. The fourth year of school sucked this year, and he wasn't looking forward to the fifth. Turning to glance at who was sitting behind him, he recognized the Weasley twins and froze.
"Welcome, Lost Boys; as I said, I am Peter Pan," the man started over, looking over to the new boy and winking when he heard the boy snort. "We are here because all of us, you and me, have been raped by Captain Hook," Pan stopped and looked at the crowd, "please, everyone, look around, look at all the men and boys that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore has raped over the years, take a look at the empty seats. Some of those seats are empty because they committed suicide. Some seats are empty because they left Britain or the Magical World of Britain. Some seats are empty because they joined the Dark Lord, becoming Death Eaters to fight against DUMBLEDORE!" Pan shouted before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Some far back seats are empty because they joined Grindelwald." Pan walked over to a table in the front with a crystal pitcher of water and some glasses and poured himself a drink. Walking back toward the seats, drinking his water, he looked at the empty seats to the front. Placing the water down on a second table, he leaned against it. "Have there been any suicides at Hogwarts recently amongst the Lost Boys?" Pan questioned, looking towards Slytherin's house.
Severus Snape stood up, and many of the boys at Hogwarts gasped, including the Gryffindor boy in the cloak. "Yes, Lyall Turner from Hufflepuff, a….he would have been a seventh-year this coming school year. Rodney Alister is…was a third-year Ravenclaw. Timothy Howard, a recent graduate from Gryffindor."
"What a fucking waste," Pan said, his hands at the top of his head. Then, standing up, Pan addressed the still-standing Potions professor, "Severus, why is there a large group missing from Slytherin?"
"I have done my best to shield the students from Captain Hook. To put in place a buddy system, if a boy is singled out by Captain Hook, he is to immediately tap a jewel on a Slytherin bracelet I give all the boys with his wand. It summons two separate upper years, a fifth year and a seventh year. They will accompany him to Captain Hook's office and refuse to leave the child alone. So far, this has worked."
"Why have you only shielded Slytherin?" Pan asked, flabbergasted by his spy.
"I don't. I try to help the other boys, but many do not trust me. I look for the ones who fit Captain Hook's profile, and I reach out to them and warn them. I can see looking at the boys in the different houses here; many have not heeded my warning, nor have they come to me for help afterward."
"And the other professors?" Pan asked.
"Won't hear a word against Captain Hook," Snape responded.
"Please raise your hand if Severus tried to warn you?" Pan asked. Looking out at the current Hogwarts students, all but three had their hands up. The cloaked Gryffindor fourth year did not, and two in Hufflepuff did not. "Boys, why didn't you listen to Severus? Why didn't you go to him for help afterward?"
"He's the Slytherin Dungeon Bat," a Ravenclaw second-year said quietly. The group of men and boys laughed at the description and laughed harder when Severus turned and flipped off the older group.
"He tried…"
"to warn…"
"us, but we have…."
"only heard bad things…."
"about Snape and…."
"good about Dumbledore…."
"so we didn't listen," the Weasley twins said, finishing each other's sentences. The entire group of Lost Boys watched the twins speak as if they were watching a tennis match.
"Is that normal?" Pan turned and asked Bill, who was smirking, and nodded yes.
"Reminds me of their uncles when they were in this room," an older Slytherin man, a suspected Death Eater, said.
"Fabian and Gideon were Lost Boys?" The three Weasley brothers asked at the same time.
"Yes, they were. I have never figured out why the Prewett twins and Sirius Black, all Lost Boys, joined Captain Hook's Order of the Parrot." Pan said, looking out at the crowd, narrowing in on a cloaked man sitting in the Gryffindor section with other students from the 1970s.
"That's easy," the cloaked man shouted, and Pan noticed the cloaked boy quickly turning to look behind him, trying to see the cloaked man. "Fabian and Gideon were dating a muggle-born. They didn't want their girlfriend to be murdered because she wasn't pure enough for the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters," the man sneered.
"They were dating…."
"the same…"
"girl?" the Weasley twins asked before looking at each other.
"Yes, Gred and Forge," Sirius said, laughing as he removed his cloak.
"And why pray-tell, Sirius Black, why did you join Captain Hook?" Pan asked before he took a drink of water.
"The same reason," Sirius said, shrugging.
"Black wasn't on Dumbledore's side!" A man over in Ravenclaw yelled out.
"Yes, he was," several Slytherin's who were Death Eaters replied.
"I was framed by Peter Pettigrew and illegally imprisoned by Captain Hook. I never received a trial." Sirius shouted back.
"Swear it!" Shouted a Lost Boy from Hufflepuff.
"I, Sirius Orion Black the Third, swear on my magic and life that I did not kill the twelve muggles that died on November 2, 1981, nor did I kill Peter Pettigrew, who is still alive. So mote it be." Sirius stated and lit up his wand with a wordless Lumos.
"You were dating a muggle-born?" Pan asked as he wandered closer to the Gryffindor section, trying to covertly peek into the young boy's cloak to see who it was.
"No, I was married to a muggle-born. James Potter, Lily Evans, and I were in a triquetra relationship. Harry Potter-Black is my son, just as much as he is James and Lily's." Sirius stated as the Weasley boys and the cloaked boy gasped in surprise, and the rest of the Lost Boys started whispering to their neighbors.
"Settle down, please," Pan called out after a few moments as he thought about the ramifications. "So you used a triquetra pregnancy potion to form Harry Potter?" Pan asked.
"Not that it is any of your business, but yes," Sirius replied.
Pan pointed to the empty space where a first-year Ravenclaw should have sat, "where is he?"
The second-year Ravenclaw, who had spoken earlier, spoke up, "That spot should have been my little brother, but I saved him from that fate."
"Good job," Pan said to the boy. "How about the missing fourth-year spot in Hufflepuff?"
"That boy actually listened to me," Snape called out.
"How about first and second in Gryffindor?" Pan asked, pointing to the two empty seats.
"I was able to intercept them before they could enter his office," the cloaked boy stated proudly.
"I have to say, good job to everyone who has been able to protect and stop any students from becoming victims of Captain Hook. But I know there is more than just what is shown. I've done the math, and I've talked to those who are older than me. Captain Hook has been at this a long time." Pan took an empty Gryffindor chair and sat down, facing the assembly. "Captain Hook started raping students when he was a third-year student. So from 1894 to 1899, he raped his fellow students. During the period between 1899 and 1918, he was busy studying to get his Defence Against the Dark Arts Mastery, his Transfiguration Mastery, his Potions Mastery, and studying Alchemy with Nicolas Flemmel." Pan sighed sadly, "I have been unable to find any of his victims during this 20-year gap. In 1918, he re-emerged as a DADA professor at Hogwarts, and it was at this time he perfected his profile. He likes boys aged eleven to fourteen; he likes to have one per house for the first through fourth years, except for identical twins. He looks for boys who are orphaned, abused at home, and ignored by their families. For eighty-two years, he has been at Hogwarts in an authoritative position. From 1918 to 1938, he was just a professor. From 1938, when I entered Hogwarts, to 1952, he was the deputy headmaster. He beat out Horus Slughorn for the position, another pervert." Pan sneered. "By the way, don't leave your daughters alone with Sluggy." Pan sighed, "From 1952 to the current year, he has been headmaster."
"Why hasn't anyone stopped him? Told on him?" the cloaked Gryffindor boy asked.
The room became very silent; the younger boys didn't know what made the older boys and men quiet and focused on the Gryffindor, but everyone turned to look at him. "You are going into your fifth year?" Pan asked.
"Yes," the cloaked boy replied hesitantly.
"Did you not have a 'special' dinner with Captain Hook and the other fourth-year boy where Captain Hook applied a geas and told you he was done with you? That you were now too old?"
"No…"
"He wasn't there!" the fourth-year Ravenclaw, Michael Corner, called out, "Dumbie told me that the fourth-year Gryffindor was special and that he was going to keep him for another year or two."
The cloaked Gryffindor ran to the nearest trash can, which surprisingly, or not really, was close by, and started puking. Pan grabbed a glass of water and went over and started rubbing the boy's back, holding the water for when the boy was ready for it. "I think we will take a break. Going through the doors to the right will take you to a private lounge area and toilets. The doors to the left go to a banquet hall with a serve-yourself-style buffet if you are hungry."
The room cleared out with a few exceptions; some Slytherin Death Eaters stayed in their seats watching Peter Pan. The Weasley twins grabbed Bill and Sirius and dragged them over to the upset boy sitting on the floor, his head between his knees, softly sobbing. Pan was quietly talking to the boy. Fred and George suspected they knew who the boy was.
"Harrikins?" Fred said, squatting down.
"Little brother?" George replied, sitting next to the cloaked boy.
"What did you call him?!" Sirius shrieked, and Bill, who was watching the Death Eaters, whipped his head around to look at the boy on the floor.
Harry pushed his cloak off his head, and Sirius gasped and grabbed his heart. "I'm going to fucking kill that old GOAT!" Sirius launched himself towards Harry, sat beside him, and held him as Harry and Sirius both cried.
Fred and George were sniffling. "Harry, we are really sorry," one of the twins said seriously.
"We tried to look out for Ron, thinking Dumble's would grab him," the other twin replied.
"Anytime Dumble's called Ron to him, we intercepted. But unfortunately, we didn't think to intercept when he called you," the first twin replied. Of course, everyone knew when the twins were upset when they spoke in complete sentences.
"It's not something you could have stopped," Harry said, hiccupping. "It didn't start in the first year like everyone else; it started way before school started. I didn't remember until Michael said that I was 'special,'" Harry gagged, telling everyone this, but didn't throw up a second time.
Peter Pan sighed really heavily, feeling guilty. "You stay away from my son!" Sirius said, suddenly pointing at Pan. "I know what your real name is, Uncle Marvolo!" Sirius sneered, "Or should I call you The Dark Lord?" Sirius said in a sarcastic, dramatic way.
The Death Eaters that Bill was keeping an eye on suddenly stood up. "Sit down!" Pan said, turning to the Death Eaters. "Sirius, when there is a Lost Boy Convocation, I am neutral. The reason for this assembly is to a) try to get some help and support to the boys who need it, b) see if anyone has come up with a way to take down Captain Hook, and c) to let everyone know they can claim Neverland sanctuary from Death Eater attacks."
"Neverland sanctuary?" Bill asked, looking at the man, the man Sirius Black said was the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who. He did not look like Harry had described him less than a month ago.
"I'll go over it later with everyone, but essentially, it is claiming neutral in the war. You can put a special ward around your house that lets Death Eaters know you are an approved neutral. Your uncles knew this; I'm not sure why they didn't use it to protect their girl instead of fighting. Why didn't you put it up around the house in Godric's Hollow? I would have seen the ward and stopped?" Pan questioned a surprisingly silent Sirius Black.
"Captain Hook," Sirius stated, wiping his mouth with one hand as he thought, holding Harry with the other arm. "Captain Hook obliviated me. My knowledge of the ward, of being able to claim neutrality for myself and my family. He came in to tell Lily and James about the prophecy. He was upset that James wouldn't make me leave; Captain Hook didn't know that Arcturus performed the triquetra marriage bond between James, Lily, and me. He told all three of us the prophecy and pulled me into the kitchen to ask me a question. He obliviated my knowledge of the prophecy, then read my mind and saw the ward I was planning to put up when I heard the prophecy. He obliviated that too."
"Harry, everyone should be coming back soon. Do you want to put your hood back up?" Pan asked.
"No."
"Are you sure, pup?"
"Yes, Dadfoot," Harry replied, and Sirius barked a laugh.
"Dadfoot?" Fred questioned.
"As in Padfoot?" George caught on.
"As in the Marauders?" both twins asked simultaneously.
"Yup!" Harry replied proudly.
Everyone came back into the room to see the Weasley twins on the ground, repeatedly bowing their hands far in front of them, calling out, "We're not worthy! We're not worthy!" to a laughing Sirius Black sitting with the cloaked boy. One twin was moving downwards, forehead towards the floor; the other twin was moving upwards, hands raised high above their head. They had to have practiced that synchronized bowing. Bill Weasley facepalmed and shook his head laughing, while Peter Pan laughed and moved away. It took a moment to realize that the hidden, cloaked boy from Gryffindor was Harry Potter.
I wrote this as a way to come to terms with my rape that happened many years ago, and this small story took me five years to write. My attack was nothing like this. It involved alcohol and a bar, but this scenario is unfortunately common in society today. When I was a child, the DA (District Attorney) who lived in our neighborhood warned my grandparents about a house and told me never to be near it as the man who lived there was being investigated as a pedophile. It took the police and the District Attorney's office 20 years to catch this man. He was so careful in what he did. Others are never caught because of who they are. My cousin threw a party when she heard our ex-step-grandfather died; he raped two of my aunts and uncles, as well as several cousins; he was never caught; he was a United States Senator.
If something similar is happening to you, please, please go to the police. You could be the one who makes a difference.