Background/Tags:

Omegaverse; Snarriet; Canon-Divergent; Voyeurism; Abuse (all types including sexual); Stalking; Extended occlumency lessons (blurring between books 5 )

Harriet Potter gets a job to keep out of her house. Eventually she runs away from home during the summer she turns 17 due to her Uncle's abuse with the hopes of saving up enough to cover the expenses before Hogwarts starts and so she signs up as an erotic employee for a exclusive muggle studio. Severus Snape is forced by Lucius to attend and investigate the rumors of a possible omega.

Background: The Sacred 28 families have rare genes which increases the likelihood of Alphas and Omegas appearing. Alphas can occasionally occur outside the Sacred 28 bloodlines with the likelihood increasing the higher the blood purity. However Omegas emerge only in the Sacred 28's bloodlines. Most wizards are unable to recognize omegas since their rarity makes them more myth and legend than fact. It can be surpressed to various degrees until the first heat which is usually activated by sexual maturity and sexual situations. At the highest potency the phermones that leak out can confuse regular wizards and muggles and have the effect of amortentia potion on them which is why Omegas need Alphas not just for their first heat but also for protection. Along with this they are also coveted for their ability to have a higher chance to produce Omega offspring however the Sacred 28 (with Lucius being the overseer) ensures that Omegas remain hidden away from society.

"To what do I owe the unceasing curiosity of a noble pureblood stooping so low as to investigate some muggle rumors?" Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape sat in the Malfoy Manor. Lucius, with all his arrogance on full display, sat in the huge armchair.

"Come now, Severus. I can't imagine someone like you" Lucius sneered with a mocking tone in his voice, "would be occupied tonight, of all nights?". If Severus was bothered by the slight, he didn't show it as he flipped open his lighter and lit the end of his cigarette. He took a deep drag before responding. "I always thought muggles were beneath you." Severus said as he tapped his light, the ash falling on the pristine carpet, "you made that very clear in the years we went to school together." Lucius' eyes fixed on the powder as it settled on the carpet before he clenched the arms of the armrest a little tighter. Severus stifled the urge to smirk as Lucius continued on - about what he could not guess. "This is another matter entirely. I've been hearing whispers about this place on 30th street about a new ah.. product they have out now" he mused aloud. "And..? When have we ever concerned ourselves with muggle rumors? no matter how lurid they are.." he added, the derision apparent in his voice. "It matters because this place is an old establishment yet they have never gotten such acclaim from muggles. According to Fudge, the most recent reports from the ministry have been statements saying they can sense traces of magic hanging on the place… along with a distinctive floral scent" It was in the last word, a word so tied up in meaning, that Severus eyes snapped towards Lucius, the disinterest replaced by curiosity. "A witch… from one of the Sacred 28…" he muttered before sighing. Lucius nodded before continuing. "As you know as someone who is in charge of managing our bloodlines.." the gloating evident in his tone "It falls to me and you to find out if these rumors hold merit." He looked at Severus' cigarette pointedly and Severus restrained a sigh. Because somehow he thought that there was more to entering a god forbidden strip club than actually entering it. The ignorance of purebloods never ceased to amaze him and yet here he was having to accompany a wizard to such a place.

When he floo'ed to his own quarters, the stale, dank smell of the dungeons welcomed him. "Fuck.." he groaned as he rubbed his temples. He could already imagine the gossip columns in the Daily Prophet and the glee that would grace Rita Skeeter's face if she discovered this or god forbid Umbridge. She would no doubt relish the chance to throw him out. Thank merlin, it's summer he thought as he closed his eyes. At least he wouldn't have to face his colleagues or students after a night at such a sordid establishment.

"Sign here"

Harriet paused for the briefest of seconds, as her hand hesitated over the glossy paper. "W-what is this again?" she squeaked as she tried to catch her mind up to what she was about to do. "NDA." The flaxen-haired man hadn't even glanced up from his paperwork as he replied. Harriet felt a deep pit settle in her stomach. So this is what it comes down to, she thought, I mean at least… it won't happen here right? She took a deep breath and steadied her hands. At the age of 17 she had faced Voldemort twice now - she could do this. She signed her name hurriedly before she could take it back and the black ink seeped into the paper. "ID please." he held out his hand without even a glance at her. She gave the man her hopefully convincing ID. She had been working meticulously over the summer perfecting this illusion charm. He glanced at the age listed on the ID before finally looking up at her. If he was surprised he didn't show it he just looked her over, his gaze assessing. "You look young. Are you sure you're 21?" Harriet bit her cheek and tried not to fidget out of nervousness under his stare. "Yes" she tried to make her voice sound as confident as she could and she hoped he didn't hear the tremor in her voice. Not only had she charmed her ID, she had done a minor transfiguration charm on herself to change her eye color. She had tried to cast one on her hair too but only one that she could easily do with no complications was her eyes. He stared at her as if he was carving her out of stone before finally nodding his assent. "That'll do. Now do you know what this club is for?" Harriet racked her brain as she looked at the lights, trying to ignore the flush of embarrassment that came over her. "S-sex right?" she stammered out. He snorted. "Many people think that but we are an exclusive high class entertainment industry" before looking at her though not unkindly and adding, "But yes, it is erotic entertainment". He chuckled as he gave her a wolfish smile. Then he saw the abject terror on her face and then he cleared his throat before softening his demeanor. "What I mean to say to Harriet, is you will not be sleeping with anyone. This is not a brothel and I'll be damned if it ever becomes one. I will never force you to have sex with anyone in this club. Understand?" Harriet let out a breath she didn't know what she was holding and nodded quickly, dumbfounded by this information. "This is first and foremost a voyeuristic club." he continued onward as casually as if he were talking about the weather. Though to him, she supposed, he was. "All sexual content you will be asked to do will mostly be with your coworkers or by yourself in various settings with one way windows and mirrors. You are required to be in the general area when not on break or in scenes to socialize with our clients." When he noticed the apprehension on Harriet's face he placed his hand gently on hers, "Rest assured, the club forbids any sort of touching. Any violators will be sentenced to a lifetime ban plus the full extent of the law." It was the first warm touch she had had all summer. It felt calming… and she felt the tension abate from her shoulders. When he had seen she had calmed down he withdrew his hand. "Now then.. Ah. The first time you are introduced to the clients as our new member you will have to do a performance" He noticed Harriet's face fell before he quickly added, "We'll train you of course. Not to worry, not to worry…" He stroked his chin as he looked her over carefully, as if examining a product. "A heels dance maybe? Or a pole dance?" He drummed his fingers thoughtfully before realizing Harriet was still there. "On that note, introductions are in order. I'm Jaime Stone - manager and owner of this club. Let's have you meet your coworkers shall we?" And off they went. By the time she left the building it was already 5pm. The names and faces of her new *temporary* coworkers blurred in her mind as she tried to remember all the information she'd learned today.

= = = 1 month later (a month before Hogwarts begins) = = =

"Turn" Stone crossed his arms as he looked over her outfit, his voice the pinnacle of professionalism. Since meeting one month ago his bluntness no longer affected her. He would never demand anything more or anything less than what was expected. She followed his instruction. "I-is this alright sir- Stone?" Her form of address for higher ups at Hogwarts almost slipped out. She could imagine herself as she looked now, with a baby blue cropped sweatshirt and a plaid skirt. "Yes, that'll do nicely. You have a naive, forlorn look about you. It's sure to entice our clients." He gave a smile that was all teeth, brilliant and gleaming before clapping his hands together. "Let's do one final walkthrough before you shower and clean up for tonight" The music started and Harriet went through the beginning moves, arching her back, and wrapping her leg around the pole. She flipped into it holding her weight before slowly gliding back down. When she had first started, the pole sessions had competed with some of the most grueling quidditch practices she had. Her whole body ached after the training sessions as she familiarized herself with muscles she never knew she had - it wasn't so much brute strength as it was the agility and grace one needed to flow from one move to the next. Quidditch had come in clutch quite literally. When she had finished through her routine - a sheen of sweat glistened all over her body. Stone nodded before snapping his fingers. "Before I forget - Harrie - what would you like your alias to be? All of our staff need one for security purposes." Harrie took a water bottle from the cooler before pausing to think about the question. A name? Someone new… she thought and with that came a miniscule amount of freedom. A book flashed across her mind, one that she had managed to borrow from the library that at the time seemed outlandish, fantastical and terrifying. "Alice".

= = = 2 hours later = = =

When Harriet had finished showering and had her hair styled (minimally according to Stone so as not to attract attention) she went out to the general area. Stone had told her that they would save her wardrobe change and makeup until right before her performance so it would let her get a feel of the club with the patrons present without any pressure. She had felt relieved when he had told her. At least she would have a bit of time to adjust before stripping down to her bits (well technically her underwear but still). When she went through the velvet curtain, her eyes widened in shock. The club (which she had only attended during the day), was an entirely different world at night. The lights dimly lit the room, making it look ten times more ominous than it had before. People already filled the lobby, their silhouettes dark against the sparse lighting. Plush chairs lined various areas with waiters serving cocktails and drinks. In the middle of the room was a raised platform almost all made of glass and various lights with a pole in the middle - there was no hiding from anything behind the glass. And she'd have to perform up there? Even with the one way mirrors and windows the thought seemed daunting. Her head spun as she tried to process this information all at once. Drink. I need a drink. She thought as she made a beeline for the full bar in the back. There was a small crowd around there, some seated but most standing and chatting in hushed whispers. "What do you think the new performer will look like?" She didn't even register the speaker rather their words made an already anxiety inducing experience panic inducing. She almost collapsed into a relatively empty space in the bar before croaking out, "Whiskey please". The bartender with short styled dark hair and a James Dean simply nodded before fetching one and placing it before her. The bartender simply nodded before placing the glass before her. She immediately tried to down the liquid before the fire burned her throat. She could barely resist the urge to spit it out but settled on a grimace, her face scrunched up. She placed it down gingerly as if it was a bomb. How anyone could drink this was beyond her but it did manage to shock her out of her nerves. "Fuck, that's foul."

"Indeed, it is." a dark, rich, voice came from beside her, amusement laced in his tone. Her eyes snapped to the figure who had spoken. She hadn't even noticed him sitting down next to her. When she looked at his face, her eyes widened in shock as she came face to face with someone who looked an awful like her Potions Professor.

Notes: hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction so I'm sorry if it's not great and I actually had to delete the first post to figure out how to put the whole chapter online. That said the 5th and 6th books blur together and I haven't read them since I was a kid so I'm sorry if this isn't accurate. Anyways I hope you enjoy! :)