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Dumbledore beamed as his favorite owl returned to Hogwarts. He had sent a letter to Harry Potter as his official acceptance to Hogwarts. He knew the boy must have a ton of questions as he knew Petunia wouldn't have given him any information. He eagerly opened the letter while thinking of all the way to brag to all the Headmasters that he had Harry Potter in his school.
NO
Dumbledore flipped the lined paper over, nothing. He looked at the block-style writing. It must be the Dursleys answering. He pulled out a blank piece of parchment and wrote another letter. He included the original acceptance letter and book list. He sent it off with a new owl.
The next day:
Dumbledore was returning to his office after breakfast and saw the owl sitting there. He saw a new letter on his desk. He eagerly opened it.
NO!
He frowned. Perhaps he should write out that Harry didn't have to pay for schooling and that his parents enrolled him. Maybe the Dursleys were worried about money? Perhaps they weren't willing to pay for school supplies? Yes, that had to be it. He wrote detailed instructions about the Potter Vaults, including the trust information, and how he was Harry's magical guardian. He would handle everything for Harry. He sent the letter off with his now rested favorite owl.
The next day:
He was sitting in his office eagerly awaiting Harry Potter's acceptance letter. He didn't realize Petunia was so spiteful. He should have added a compulsion to make sure Harry went to Hogwarts or at least saw his letter. His favorite owl dropped the letter on his desk while he was thinking about what to do if he got another refusal. Honestly, muggles! He opened the letter.
HELL NO!!!!!!
Well, time for a visit. He would leave Minerva behind as he didn't want to listen to her nag about her being right and saying that makes you wrong.
The next day:
Severus was furious at being dragged with him to speak to Petunia about Harry Potter. Severus had ranted for a full ten minutes about how spoiled the boy must be if he couldn't even answer his letters. As they approached the house they saw two hugely overweight boys, one with blond hair, the other had dark hair. "You said he wasn't spoiled."
Dumbledore began to revamp his plans, including a diet and exercise plan for Harry. They walked up to the door. "What do you want?" The fat blond boy demanded.
"I'm here to speak to your mother." Dumbledore smiled. "Is she at home?"
"Mom, some freaks are here. They are even wearing dresses." The blond one yelled into the house, not inviting them in.
Petunia appeared in the doorway. She looked confused. She opened the door wider, allowing them to step into the house. "Boys, why don't you go to the movies. I have some cash on the counter. I'll get some tea." The boys followed Petunia into the kitchen.
"Mom? Why are they here?" The dark-haired boy didn't like these strange men.
"I'm not sure. Go with your brother and listen to him." Petunia made them leave by the back door. Once they were gone she stopped gathering the tea things and headed into the sitting room. "Why are you here?"
"We came to speak to you about Harry." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling.
"Who?"
"Your nephew, Harry." Dumbledore noticed all the pictures of the family of five. There was a little girl that had dark hair also.
"Why would my nephew be here? Wouldn't he be with his parents? I know Lily hasn't written anything in almost a decade. I'm not sure why you are here looking for my nephew or are you looking for all of them?" Petunia and Lily hadn't spoken since before Lily married that idiot.
Severus frowned. "Tunie, you don't know?"
"Severus? What is going on? Why are you here?"
Dumbledore sighed. "Petunia, we need to speak to you about Harry or whatever name you are calling him."
"I haven't seen Harry, Lily, or that idiotic husband of hers and his friends. The one name Sirius turned my husband into a dog, then pink, and well, you get the idea. I haven't spoken to any of them since that day." Petunia wasn't thrilled by magic and certainly wasn't impressed by Potter or Black.
"Tunie, regretfully I must inform you that Lily and James were killed ten years on Halloween night in 1981. Harry was placed here." Severus nicely explained. He had agreed with Minerva that just leaving a note and a baby on a doorstep was not even close to being a smart move.
Petunia blinked for a few minutes, slowly processing the news. "What do you mean left here? Why weren't we informed my sister and her husband were killed? Where is my nephew now?" Tears were starting to run down her face. Severus passed her a handkerchief.
"Who is the dark-haired boy?" Dumbledore knew it was Harry. Perhaps she just didn't remember or maybe a bit of accidental magic from a boy desperate for a mother.
"No, you tell me what is going on. Showing up here ten years later and informed me my sister was killed. Her husband also and that you LEFT A TODDLER ON MY STEPS!"
"Pet?" Vernon entered the room, carrying a dark-haired little girl. "What did you do to my wife?"
"Vernon, they left a toddler on the steps ten years ago. My nephew, Harry. My sister and James were murdered." Tears were coming faster.
"Mommy, mommy!" Vernon put his daughter down and she ran to her mother.
"You better start explaining." Vernon wasn't a happy man. He was furious by the time Dumbledore had finished explaining what happened ten years ago.
"Now, we can't accept Dudley but we can accept Harry since he is a wizard." Dumbledore pointed to the pictures on the table.
"We don't know where Harry is." Vernon wanted to hit the old man. At least the younger one had some manners and was as confused as they were. Didn't the old man grasp the idea of what might have happened?
"I believe the Headmaster means the dark-haired boy that was here earlier." Severus didn't think it was Harry Potter. The boy looked like his father with Tunie's coloring.
"My children's names are Dudley, who is now eleven, Roderick, the dark-haired child, is 9, and our daughter, Rose who is going to turn six next month. We never saw Harry nor did we know he was left here. You should be thankful we can't get you charged with child abandonment. Honestly, leaving a toddler on a doorstep." Petunia started crying again. "The things that could have happened to him and no one looking for him for ten years."
"Pet, why don't you and Rose go upstairs. I will see what can be done." Vernon knew the figures of them finding Harry now. He had been very vigilant in regards to his children's safety.
Severus pulled out his potion pouch. "Tunie, take this. It will help." He handed her a calming draught. "I'm sorry, I thought he had spoken to you."
Petunia took the potion vial. "He should have." A deeply shaken Petunia led her daughter out of the room. She had originally believed they were here to tell her Dudley was a wizard, not that she believed that.
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Ten years later:
"We think it's him." George was sitting between Fred and Bill.
"We followed him but we couldn't get into the club. It's private, very private." Fred looked around at the Order. There wasn't anyone that would fit in with the club.
"We tried but nothing worked. We think-"
"It's a magical club." They looked around at the group of Order members. All tired and weary of Voldemort.
"Are you sure? Albus, we have to get him." Black was about ready to run out the door. Lupin's hand was the only thing stopping him.
"Why do you believe that?" Dumbledore had spent the last ten years looking for Harry Potter. He had tried everything he could think of. Voldemort had returned that first year with the aid of the Sorcerer's Stone. He had hoped all year to find Harry and ignored the advice of his staff about putting in more safeguards.
"He had long hair pulled back but he looked as close to that picture of James Potter." The twins wondered who Dumbledore was going to select to go to the club. "He's tall, well built, but no glasses."
"What is its name? I will go tonight." Black was almost jumping out of his seat, again. Lupin restrained him with a death grip on Black's arm. "Albus, we have to get him. He could be in danger."
"It's called the Black Rose. It's a very private club." The twins had asked about membership. "The yearly membership is 2500 Galleons for the basic. It just covers getting in the door." The group started to try and figure out how to pay for that. No one had that kind of money to spend.
"He had the VIP, the highest level, which was 10000 Galleons per year." The twins produced the membership application. "We saw the color of his card, it was gold." They pointed to the fees. There were numerous levels listed, with the gold being the most exclusive and expensive.
"500 Galleon for a filing fee?" Ron Weasley looked down at the prices. "A background check? References? How are we going to provide any of this?"
Everyone was debating how to catch Harry before he went into the club. Black screaming about hurting his godson while Mad-Eye was thinking of setting traps. "Yes, kidnap Potter, and expect him to aid us. That will work." Severus looked around at the group. "You know nothing about him. How he was raised and you expect to just kidnap him and bring him to where? Here? Hogwarts? Expect him to just leap into the role you have created for him and be willing to do it?"
"Why wouldn't he?" Numerous voices were confused as to why their Savior wouldn't help them. Forgetting that Harry Potter wasn't part of their group. That Harry Potter didn't even know they existed, most likely.
"You lot are crazy." Charlie Weasley finally spoke. "How about you think of it from his viewpoint? You plan on stealing him from where ever he lives. You want him to fight someone he has no way of even knowing about after being held hostage. What do we say, oh sorry about the kidnapping but there is the guy we want you to kill, have at it."
"Not to mention, we don't even know who taught him magic. Where his feelings regarding the war are. Technically, there isn't a war. So how do we even know he is even aware of You-Know-Who? He could have been raised in another country for all we know." Bill Weasley glanced at his wife who nodded her agreement. Fleur was against the whole concept that only one person could defeat Voldemort.
"Those are valid concerns, more information would be better. So, we need to get someone into this club. What type of club is it? I don't recognize most of these terms." Dumbledore was reading down the application's interest area. "They can't be that bad, they have puppies, kittens, horses, even babies listed."
Severus, who had been drinking his tea, spit it all over the table as Black announced: "it's a sex club, those are role-playing games that some use." Minerva and Molly flushed with embarrassment. Black snatched the list out of Dumbledore's hands. "It looks like a BDSM sex club. High-end based on what they are offering. Must be a huge building."
"I don't even want to know how you would know that." Tonks' hair was as red as her face.
"Had to bust a drug ring that was based out of one of those muggle type of clubs. James and I, James was the submissive, natural one too, so Harry must be one."
"So we need to send in someone as a dominant?" Remus looked down the list.
"I believe so." Black frowned at the list. "How else would he have been able to pay? After all, doms usually pay for the submissives if they are in a relationship. Some get in for free but that is usually for females." Harry had never been to his vaults. They had hoped to catch him at Gringotts so that he could buy school supplies.
"Why don't we send someone in as a submissive to make sure? If they get in, they can see if he is a VIP or submissive?"
"Won't work. We tried to get in as submissives-" Fred didn't want to admit more than they had to. This was something they didn't want to admit.
"-they give you truth serum." The Twins didn't want to reveal that they had tried. They weren't against the lifestyle. They enjoyed games with their partners but this club wasn't for novices or people who wanted to experiment.
"You what? How could you?" Molly started ranting. "A sex club. How could you?" She started a long rant about dens of iniquity. The morals of those who must be members.
She shut up when Arthur put a hand on her shoulder. "Molly, we needed to know."
"Severus will go. He should have no issue in gaining entrance." Dumbledore decided. "I'm sure we can provide the correct references and anything else that is needed."
"Me?"
"Him? It's my godson."
"As the twins said, they use truth serum. If they ask your name they might link it to Harry Potter. Severus doesn't have that link." Dumbledore explained. "Also, his mark might be a way in. Since Harry is a submissive, Severus, as the dominant can get him out without kidnapping him. It might take a while to get him away from his current dominant but I'm sure Severus will be able to do it."
Severus knew this was a bad plan, especially as Granger piped in. "We can research what each classification entails."
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Severus slammed his shields down. This was his interview for membership in the club. He knew truth serum would be used but he wasn't worried. He was a potion master and with his shields, he felt he could present the truth without revealing the whole truth.
He was dressed in an Armani black suit with a Slytherin Green silk shirt, matching black vest, and a black-tie. He only wore the green shirt because the women kept insisting he had to wear something besides black. When he pointed out the green shirt, he got eye rolls. He was wearing black dragonhide ankle boots. He had to admit he did like the suit. He was grateful he wasn't paying for everything.
The club looked like an old brick warehouse that had been revamped. The area was quiet and near the water. He could see a lot of grass which was a bit surprising for a warehouse area. The windows were tinted black and there was a white awning hanging over the steel door. The was a black rose on the front of the awning.
"Name and identification?" A big dark-haired man stepped out of the club. He was dressed in all black and Severus wondered if a country was missing their mountain. The man was all muscle.
Severus opened his wallet and pulled out his new muggle license. "Severus Snape."
"You are expected." The mountain opened the door allowing Severus to enter. "Just go straight. They are expecting you."
Severus worked on reinforcing the persona he had built. He had spent weeks listening to Black and Granger give him points on what was involved in the BDSM world. He had to refrain from laughing at them. They were utterly clueless. He entered a huge open space. There were black leather couches and chairs with tables scattered around the room. There was a huge round black walnut bar in the center of the room. He could see doors along the three walls he could see. People were cleaning the furniture and someone was restocking the bar. "Mr. Snape, please have a seat."
Severus saw three men sitting on one of the couches. A man was kneeling next to one holding out a drink. "He will be coming with me." Severus froze. He didn't want to turn to the voice. "Now, pet."
Severus lowered his head and walked toward where he heard the voice. "Sir?" One of the men wasn't sure what was going on.
"He belongs to me. Don't you, pet?"
"Yes, Master." Severus still didn't look up but he knew he was in trouble. He hadn't told his Master about this mission. Severus followed the black leather-clad legs of his Master. He wasn't sure where they were going but his brain finally connected the club with his Master. His Master owned the club and usually was here to run the place. He always met his master at his home.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." The tone warned it has better be good or his punishment would be worse.
"Yes, Master." Severus and his Master started their relationship three years ago. They had been at a "gathering" of like-minded individuals, in Spain, when his Master started talking to him. His Master didn't demand answers, didn't assume anything about Severus, instead, they had spent the day talking, and it went from there. He learned later that night that his Master was there for the same potion convention.
They went up some stairs, and down another hall. He heard keys as his Master unlocked the door. "I was in my office when I saw your name appear as arriving." He watched the legs disappear behind a desk.
"I'm sorry, Master. I wasn't aware that this was your club." Severus remained where he was.
"That isn't why I'm upset, Severus. You have an application as a dominant. Are you unsatisfied with our relationship?"
"No, Master. I'm here because of Dumbledore and his Order." Severus went to his knees. "They are looking for Harry Potter and thought he was here."
"You better explain this. I thought Harry Potter was dead or something. Come here and sit with me."
Severus rose and walked toward his Master. The man was taller than him, had long black hair that was braided down his back, with hazel eyes. He went to kneel but instead found himself seated on his Master's lap. "I have missed you these last few weeks. Is Dumbledore the reason why?"
"Yes, Master." Severus explained what Dumbledore had ordered him to do. How they came to this conclusion and what the twins had learned.
"So who do they believe is this Harry Potter?" His Master had studied magic in China and Japan. He knew he was from Britain originally which is why he returned. His parents and other relatives were also in Britain.
"I'm not sure. They didn't get a name, only a basic description which could have fit anyone I saw downstairs." Severus leaned back, resting against his Master. "I'm sorry that I didn't inform you."
"You will be punished later. I don't like the Order snooping around in my business if they start it might make the Death Eater take notice."
"I had to mention it to the Dark Lord. He started laughing. Master, the Order will want to know your name and if I'm accepted. They expect me to take a few weeks to find Harry Potter and dominate him."
"Why do they assume he is a submissive?"
"Black believes it. He has this idea that Harry is exactly like his father."
"Tell them you are accepted but you will need to be here a lot. Keep the rest of them away. You can give them my name. Inform them that I approved your membership. Though I am wondering how they came up with the funds."
"I'm not sure but Dumbledore is good at it." Severus had wondered for years where the funds Dumbledore used came from. He knew it wasn't the Potter or Black vaults. Orion Black named Harry Potter heir and put a cap on how much Sirius was allowed to remove from the family vaults. Dumbledore had never been able to get access to the Potter vaults. "They're going to wonder who Shue Li is."
"Let them. I am legally here. I even have my British NEWTs."