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Chapter One
'The Sounds of Someday - Radio Company'
Harry Potter closed his eyes as he was roughly shoved against a grimy wall in a back alley, he had never imagined that after winning against Voldemort that this would become his life. Kissed pressed against his neck had Harry zoning out, trying not to feel the erection pressing into him. The Ministry had not even waited until the dead were moved from the grounds of Hogwarts to 'arrest' him for being a dark wizard. They chained him in magic suppressing cuffs and dragged him before a full court, where instead of giving him a trail they simply told him he wasn't ever to return to England or the wizarding world. They welded a magic suppressing collar on him and sent him on his way. None of his 'friends' had contacted him or tried to help him, he had been ripped away from the newly orphaned Teddy Lupin, probably never to see the poor child again. The portkey they had thrust into his hands had deposited him in America painfully before going dormant. Harry had tried every option, but he found without any formal muggle education and not having taken a shower in a while he couldn't get a job anywhere, that's when he found out about the world of prostitution. He'd met a fierce but kind prostitute who told him her name was Ruby. Ruby had taught him everything he needed to know about being a prostitute, how to profile people so he didn't go off with someone who would hurt him irreparably or murder him, how to avoid pimps and gangs. He eventually started making decent enough money to get a tiny studio apartment in the city that he shared with three other prostitutes. Bunny, Kandy, and Vicki were his closest friends after Ruby, the three shared the apartment and everything else, bills, rent, groceries. Even through Hogwarts Harry had never really connected with anyone like he did those three, he could be himself, his real self, around them. Eventually Harry found that the more feminine he looked the more customers he got, his body was naturally curvier than most males his age so he had gotten contacts and used light make up every day, to cover his scar and make his lips shiny and eyelashes longer. He grew his hair out, it now reached the middle of his back and was his customers favorite thing to grab onto, but it had helped him pull more customers in so Harry let that part go.
Five Years later Harry had an established role on this block in the neighborhood his known name was 'Emerald' and he had never told anyone but Ruby, Bunny, Kandy, and Vicki his true name. Harry had ended up studying muggle education and got something they called 'GED' it was almost the same thing as a high school diploma, he was also currently saving every other penny he could to go take courses at his local trade school, he wanted to be able to become a chef. He had always liked cooking but never really had the time to get into it properly, but he set his sights on becoming a chef, hoping to make enough money doing that to move him and the girls to a bigger apartment, one where they didn't all share one bed.
Life was pretty good for Harry. Sure he had to sell his body for food and rent but at the end of the day he was fed, had a roof over his head, and had some ride or die friends. That is...until he witnessed a murder.