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Lucky Strike	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 76059 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Lucky Strike

By Speedy Tomato

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and make no money off this strange dance in JK Rowling's world.

Summary: James and Lily didn't die that night in Godric's Hollow. Nor did Dumbledore, as so many heard. They hid, hoping to stave off the evil returning in the future. Leaving Harry on the doorstep, the worst thing imaginable happens. Years later, he's found, but the Boy Who Lived is someone that no one expects. HP/SB with a side of HP/LM

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Beta'd by the most amazing Tenchi, who I can't thank enough for all the hard work she does for me!

Dedication: For Lynn S. one of my wonderful followers on Facebook. Enjoy!

Special AN and Content Warning!

First of all, I didn't come up with the concept of James and Lily living. That's been done to death for years now. Canon, with this, is gone and doesn't exist though I will be adding some elements in with some things. For the most part, though, a lot of what was done in the books isn't there. You'll understand as I go along.

Also, this fic is going to be fairly dark and angsty. The canon Harry doesn't exist in this, though some small elements of him are there with certain things. Why will be explained in the prologue. Second, there will be some very uncomfortable elements mentioned in this fic, such as bestiality and rape of children. I do not and will not go into graphic detail with them or write those kinds of scenes out. I refuse to do that. They will be mentioned, sometimes in a very bald, confrontational manner with some things said that may make you uncomfortable. You've been warned. If I border on anything that is too close to very graphic with it, I'll warn with a tag at the top of the chapter it's in. Pay attention to those as I'm not joking with you. Also, the way Harry refers to people, especially women, and the terms he uses to describe them, is something that many people will find upsetting. That is something I want to make clear.

As with all my fics, fair warning; reviews about lack of sex or whinging about that will get deleted. You want a smut-filled romp, find something else.

Finally, though the story is a SB/HP pairing, there are occasions of HP/LM.

Enjoy the story!

-The Psycho Fruit

Prologue

Gemeinnutz geht vor Eigennutz

“The common good comes before the private good.”

-Nazi slogan, circa World War II

Handkerchief over his mouth as he walked through this nightmare of a place to mute not only the foul smells that seemed to bombard him, but hide the disgust on his face, something he couldn't make go away, Lucius was cursing the contact that brought him to this Dante-like hell. He understood why the vile man did it. After all, it would be hard to explain why he was here to anyone and draw down a suspicion on him he would never erase if he went to the authorities, but that didn't mean he liked it. In fact, he was horrified and felt ill. If he didn't need that damned cup the man had, he wouldn't be here, that's for damned sure. The only thing he was thankful for was that the 'show' tonight didn't involve the younger kids, only the older teens. That was, in his opinion, bad enough. Honestly, he didn't want to think about how the poor teens in this place came to be here or what their life was like. He was sure he couldn't handle that.
Shuddering and cringing at the glimpses of the 'donkey show' and the poor young man they had performing it, Lucius found his contact and quickly went to work. He just wanted the damned cup that had been stolen years before out of a vault at Gringotts then to get out of here and have a drink, hoping to forget the things he had seen tonight. It was doubtful he would, but he hoped. However, once he had the cup in his possession, skin crawling at the evil he felt oozing off of it, he stopped cold, staring at the young man that had been performing the show as it finished and he stood pulling his pants on. Goose bumps raising all over his body, he stared at him, not sure what to think or do.
That face—oh, Merlin! It was James Potter's face, but the eyes were pure Lily. Eyes automatically going to the forehead, he felt his mouth go dry at the lightning bolt scar there. Mouth working, he didn't know what to do. Everyone assumed, when people had gone to look for the boy after the Hogwarts letter was returned as undeliverable and finding out that the Dursleys had never found the child on their step, that he was dead. Since then, everyone had looked for the young man and failed to find any clue as to what happened to him. There had been a few professing to be Harry Potter over the years, but it had all been proven false. However, he was now wondering about this one.
Sliding into the shadows, he produced his wand and cast a spell in that direction to detect any magic off the people that were there. It came up with two hits. His contact, obviously, and the young man they had called Lucky Strike. Trembling slightly, Lucius didn't know what to do. Even if this wasn't Potter, the young man needed to be out of here and taken to their world where he wouldn't be abused. To Lucius' eye, he looked to be younger, about the same age as his son, other than his eyes had that look of someone who had seen too much of the world and were old. Standing there, rubbing a hand over his mouth, he tried to think, eyes locked on the lad. When the boy turned around then he saw the backside of his pants and the small bloom of blood there, he winced, making a huge decision. Even if he wasn't Potter, the lad needed to be removed.
Formulating the fastest plan he could, Lucius cast a spell on the warehouse they were in to seal it and make sure everyone stayed there, without anyone being the wiser, then strode forward to the man in charge. As this wouldn't be something uncommon, from what he knew of such rings of perversion, he thought he could take it from here. Pulling the fat Muggle aside, feeling his stomach roil at the stench of the cigar he was smoking, he asked about Lucky and his price. Seeing the fat man's eyes glimmer, he made it clear he wanted to boy to keep, not to rent. Then he went to dickering on the price. Hopefully, the man wouldn't think anything was off and would give him up. Lucius didn't care what it cost him, he was taking Lucky with him when he left.
After several minutes of hard negotiations, something Lucius made look good and gave, what he hoped, were the appropriate buzz words to the vile Muggle, he forked over the money and waited.
Counting what he was handed to make sure it was all there, the fat man, looked pleased. Lucky, though he could still draw them in, was getting too old for pulling in the money he wanted. The clients wanted the younger ones now, not someone older and more experienced, like Lucky. Plus, the boy didn't want to help in other ways they needed. That relegated him to some of the more degrading shows, like with the animals and the hardcore BDSM where blood tended to be drawn. It was only a matter of time before Lucky would be worthless and they would have to do something about him. This was better. Not only did he receive a big lump sum for a boy that didn't pull in a lot of money anymore, but he got a troublesome issue off his hands. After all, it was doubtful Lucky would now ever cause them any problems. Unlike what most of his younger kids thought, there was no golden ticket out of this. When someone bought you, you were on borrowed time and your body was generally found within a couple months. As long as they couldn't trace the brats back to him, he was good with it.
Pocketing the cash, he called out over his shoulder, “Lucky! Get your shite together, you're leaving with someone.” Though he saw the wary look on the teen's face, the young man knew better than to say anything and nodded, going to get the few possessions he had. “Be careful with that one, he's headstrong,” he warned the blond that bought him.
“Never fear, I know how to deal with those,” Lucius told him smoothly, trying not to let his nervousness show and, if it did, passing it off as something else.
“We'll be gone from here in under an hour, so don't think to pull some funny shite if you find out you can't handle him,” the man warned as he chewed on the end of his cigar.
“I can handle him, never fear. And I wouldn't think to even attempt to get anyone involved. After all, one doesn't reveal such private aspects of one's life to anyone,” Lucius imparted smoothly, wanting to curse the fat bastard while he waited for the boy.
“True, very true,” the man chortled, eyes twinkling. He had a feel for the johns he dealt with and this was one he wasn't going to worry too much about. He was obviously a nob with a ton of money. No way he was going to endanger his lifestyle over a mere teenage whore.
Backpack slung over his shoulder that had everything he owned in the world in it, Lucky came over and waited, warily eying the man standing there. He looked posh, something that never led to good things as the ones with money tended to think they could buy whatever they wanted and it was their right to do whatever they pleased, no matter what it caused. That had him on edge. He didn't like this, not at all. All he hoped was that he could find an out and vanish. The streets—he knew those and could easily make his way in the world. One slip up by the man was all he needed and he was gone. There was no way he wanted to end up like so many of his friends had in the past. He just hoped his nickname held out and he would get lucky once more with one of those strange happenings that seemed to save him from time to time.

Sitting in the lush night-darkened gardens of an obviously massive, expensive estate somewhere around Wiltshire, from what he was told, Lucky was chain smoking and sipping at a beer the man that called himself Lucius had given him. Already this was something that had him seriously on edge. The guy was weird, all there was to it. And in a different way than he was used to. Normal weird he could handle, as he dealt with that all the fucking time. This shite he couldn't and was lost.
The ride here had been a strange one, something that seemed to only take minutes. And the place felt odd to him, like nothing he had encountered before. There was something in the air he felt, though he wasn't sure what it was, that was bizarre. He had encountered it a couple times with some strange people in the past, but didn't know what it was or the cause of it. This was something he didn't know how to handle. Then there was that thing the man called a wand. Yeah, he'd heard of those, of course. They were just fake, something people played with. This though—it was like it was real or something because this Lucius did some seriously strange shite with it, like fixing some of his cuts and bruises, making things appear as well as other weird shite. He didn't know what to think here. He could handle himself, no doubt there, as it was the reason he was still alive when so many he knew over the years weren't, but this was nothing like he had encountered before.
Since coming in the front door, he had been treated very well. The man led him to a private room with a bath the size of which he had never seen before and let him clean up. Then he had produced clothes that he said were his son's, something of real silk and other fine materials, to dress him in. That alone had him on edge. If this one liked to play the whole father/son game, he was in real trouble as those perverts tended to get very nasty about things. However, after that, he had been brought down here, fed a good meal then given the beer and his smokes. Right now, he was out here alone though he could see Lucius talking to some cunt, supposedly his wife from what he was told, right inside the glass doors.
Narrowing his eyes, he looked at the woman, on edge at seeing her. He hated cunts, he really did. They were worse than any man out there with what they did. They sounded sweet, being able to put on a face on that told everyone to trust them, but they were more evil and sadistic than any man out there. No, he hated them, all of them, and wanted nothing to do with them. And he didn't even want to think how bad this was going to get if the cunt was involved in whatever perversion Lucius had in mind. That would end up bad.
Sipping his beer and lighting one fag with the glowing end of the almost dead one, he tossed the old one in the ashtray and inhaled deeply. Looking over the massive gardens and lawns he could see, all he could think was that there were plenty of places the perv could bury his body here so that no one would ever find him. Shaking his head, he focused on the fact that he was old enough and wise enough that he thought he could get out of this. He wasn't going to end up like those delusional kids he had seen over the years that thought that movie “Pretty Woman” was real and that the john with the heart of gold would come to their rescue then they would get happily ever after. He was too smart for that. No, he wouldn't let it happen. He didn't care what it took, he was coming out of this alive. There was no fucking way in hell some posh pervert was going to do him in after all he had been through.
Pulled out of his thoughts by Lucius coming out, he eyed him warily then his eyes narrowed at the woman with him, taking in that strange dress she was wearing. It was almost the same as those robes kids wore at Halloween when they dressed up as a witch or something. Maybe this was one of those cult things some of the older boys he had known over the years had talked about. If that was the case and what they had said was right, he needed to be on his toes. Twitching slightly, knowing he didn't have any weapons on him to defend himself, he waited to see what was going on as Lucius sat down across from him.
Sitting down, nervous, Lucius clasped his hands on the table in front of him, hoping it would calm the obviously uptight young man, he then said, softly, “Lucky, this is my wife, Narcissa. She's not going to do anything to you.”
“I don't like cu-women, at all,” Lucky told him, eying the cunt warily.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he said, glancing at Narcissa, whose eyes were overly wide at what she was seeing and hearing. The word the young man had started to use, but stopped, was one that told him he wasn't going to get very far here if his wife was around. Nor did he want to even start to ponder why the poor young man felt that way. Looking at Narcissa, who appeared as wary of Lucky as Lucky was of her, he told the young man, “How about this—she'll stay out here but sit far away. I'll have my son come down and sit with us.” He hoped that having his whole family here would relax the teen and tell him that he wasn't going to try anything foolish. That wasn't going to be something he was counting on, but he hoped.
Not liking that, as he had never met someone that was perverted enough to include his whole family in it, Lucky looked at him, not sure what to say.
Looking at Narcissa and having her go get Draco, Lucius looked back at the young man and tried to soothe him. “I don't know what you think is going on, but we're not going to hurt you. We're trying to help and won't let you go back to that—sickness. All we need to do is ask you some questions, nothing more.”
Nodding, Lucky said nothing. He'd heard this line before and didn't believe a word of it. It just meant that he really had to be on his toes.
“Let me start with this; is your real name Lucky Strike?” Lucius asked softly, hoping that the young man would be put at ease slightly. They were going to try their damnedest to get the information they needed before getting anyone else's hopes up and calling in the few people that would be hurt the worst over this if it turned out this wasn't Harry Potter.
“Naw, it's a nickname,” Lucky told him honestly with a shake of his head.
“It's an interesting one, that's for certain,” Lucius told him. “How did you acquire it?” Hopefully, getting him to talk would put him at ease and not be as wary, thus giving up some things that could only help. As this young man knew nothing of their world, what he would normally do, or say, to give him assurances wouldn't work, so he was going to try everything else he could think of.
Lifting his messy fringe off his forehead, Lucky chuckled, “The Strike comes from that 'cause it looks like a lightning strike.”
Looking at the scar, Lucius swallowed thickly. Oh Merlin, by that alone he was sure that this boy was Harry Potter. He just wanted more proof than he had. Quietly, he asked, “How did you get that, do you know?”
“No clue there, mate. Had it since forever. Wasn't some accident I had, I don't think. The junkie that found me said it was there when he picked me up.”
Filing that last part away for asking about later, he then pressed on. “And the Lucky part?”
Snickering, taking a long drag before stubbing out the butt, Lucky pulled open the mostly unbuttoned top he was wearing and pointed to the scar from the bullet right over his heart. “That. Some john didn't like the blowjob I was giving him when I was nine and beat the shite out of me before shooting. Took it right in the heart. Shoulda' killed me, but it didn't. Don't know why. They said I was dead, but I came back. Since then I've been called Lucky.”
Even pondering something sexual like that with a child at the age mentioned made Lucius feel ill. He didn't let it show, though, or his reaction to the fact that the boy had been shot with a Muggle gun, and pressed on. “What's your real name, do you know?”
“They tell me it's Harry. At least that's what the note they found with me said. No clue about the last name,” Lucky shrugged. “I prefer Lucky though.”
Well, the name fit! Giving an internal sigh, Lucius looked at the teen then asked, “Do you have the note?”
“Naw, never even saw it that I can remember,” Lucky said with a shake of his head. “Went through quite a few people over the years when it comes to this, so whatever I mighta' had was lost long ago.”
“Do you know how old you are?” If the boy was picked up when left on that step and thrust into this horrific life, Lucius wasn't sure if he would know his age. He hoped, but he wasn't certain.
“Maxie, the one you brought me from, tells me to say thirteen. I'm fifteen though, if I've figured it out right over the years. Not sure on that. I might be wrong. As I don't know my birthday, I have no clue really.” Lucky admitted, hoping the guy wouldn't get pissed if Maxie understated his age by quite a bit. Along with that, he hoped he wasn't giving up too much that would get him in worse shite than he already was. On his end, he didn't see this as giving away big secrets. It was more like buying himself time so he could come up with something that would get him the fuck out of this mess or a chance to make a break for it if the whole thing went pear shaped. In his mind, he would talk all the pervert wanted to buy time and plan an escape.
Well, the age fit too, at least Lucius thought, if the information the young man gave was right. Nodding, he told him, softly, “You're the same age as my son.”
Wary once more at the mention of the pervert's kid, Lucky didn't know what to say. Shaking another fag out of the pack, he quickly lit it, inhaling deeply then taking a pull off his beer. The beer—he didn't like the taste of the shite so much as a couple of them always calmed him down so he could think. As no one around gave a shite if they drank, even encouraging it if they weren't tending to the johns, he used it like some straights used shite from the doc to get by. He never went overboard, of course, not wanting to get drunk and lose control or be sluggish if bad shite went down, but knew what would relax him.
Seeing the wary look there, Lucius leaned back and glanced at the house, relieved to see Narcissa leading a stunned and uptight Draco out. Standing, he quickly walked over to confer with the two before bringing a now very wide-eyed Draco over. Having his son sit by him, he said, “Lucky, this is Draco. He's the same age as you.”
Looking at the posh teen, Lucky nodded, not sure what to think here. This Draco didn't seem to be looking at him in any way that was sexual, something he could usually tell right off the bat. In fact, he seemed a little frightened of him. That he did like. Glancing over to see where the woman was, wanting to keep an eye on her, he waited to see what was coming next.
Quietly, Lucius began to ask what the young man knew about how he was found, more hopeful that this was who he thought than before.

A couple hours later, Lucius was looking at Narcissa wide-eyed, not sure what to do. It was Harry Potter, he was damned sure of it. The information all fit. They just didn't have proof. The young man, though still uptight, was more at ease by now. Lucius thought that might have more to do with the couple beers he had ingested than anything else. They had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt he was a wizard as Lucky had shown a reaction in the form of some small sparks with Draco's wand. Now he just didn't know how to go about this.
Leaving the young man at the table with some snacks and Draco sitting there to keep an eye on him, Lucius pulled Narcissa to the side and said softly, “Go get Severus, Lupin and Black. Tell Severus to bring the spell he has for telling parentage. That's the only way we know how to prove this for sure. If it is him, we'll call the Aurors in and let them take it from there.”
Nodding vigorously, she asked in a hush tone, “Do I tell them who I think this is?”
“Yes. Just make sure they don't get in contact with anyone until we can prove it.” Lucius told her softly, glancing back at the table to make sure all was still fine.
“Oh Merlin, Lucius! That poor boy! What about the others that were there?” She asked, wringing her hands, glancing at the young man sitting there, smoking.
“I have the place locked down. They aren't going anywhere and will be rescued,” Lucius told her firmly.
“What about you being there? Won't someone say something?” She asked, tone soft.
“I have proof of why and if this is him, no one is going to say a word, trust me,” Lucius told her firmly. “Just go. And try to hurry.”
Nodding, Narcissa gave another glance towards the table then hurried out, heart beating quickly as she did.
Walking over and taking a seat by Draco, who was staring at Lucky wide-eyed, he told the young man, “My wife went to retrieve a couple people. I think I know who you are, Lucky. If you are him, people have been looking for you for a very long time. Even if you aren't, you're going somewhere safe. You have my word on that.”
Still not believing a word of it, Lucky looked at the door the woman had disappeared through then asked, tone one of someone on edge, “Who is she getting? The cops?”
“One of the people is a friend of the people I think were your parents. Another is his husband. The third is the man that I'm sure is your godfather. All three of them have spent years looking for you,” Lucius told him softly. “Don't worry, we have a way to prove this. I'm sure I'm right, but we'll prove it when they get here. No matter what, you're safe and no one is going to harm you ever again.”

“No offense there, Lucius, not buying that shite,” Lucky told him with a shake of his head. “Heard it all before. It's usually just before some nasty shite goes down.”
“Just wait and see. That's all I ask. You're safe finally,” Lucius assured him, not sure what else to say to the young man.
Looking at the man, Lucky said nothing, making sure that he stayed on his toes as he didn't like those kinds of reassurances.

Apparating into her front entryway, Narcissa waited for the other three. Getting them to come had been hard. The minute she came across with the reason, they were dubious, quite understandably. As uptight as she was about this, she hadn't been able to be her usual persuasive self. She had tried, of course, but it hadn't worked well. Because of the stresses that night, as she was desperately trying to get across what she needed to with what they found out, she had burst into tears. Though it was unintentional, it had worked and they had followed, though obviously still not believing it.

Wringing her hands, she waited, hoping they didn't back out. Relieved when the three Apparated in, she led them to the back patio. Stepping out, she led them over to where Lucius was sitting with Lucky and Draco. Standing back as she saw the teen eye her warily, she waited to see what Lucius was going to do.
After telling the young man to just relax, Lucius stood and led the three away, though they were staring at the teen, various astonished looks on their face. Quietly, he filled them in on what was going on, including that he was there to get the cup they had been hunting for. Finishing up, he shook his head then said, softly, “It's him. It all matches. There is no way I know of that he can know some of what he does or how it aligns with Potter. Just—do the spell and confirm it then we'll get the authorities involved.”
Looking at the boy sitting there, eying all of them trepidatiously, Severus nodded slowly, trying to take in what he was seeing. Even at first glance, he could see a resemblance to James that there was no denying or that he couldn't attribute to wishful thinking. Then there were the eyes—no way he didn't recognize those. Clearing his throat nervously, he said, “You come with us to keep him calm. And stay there. I don't want him getting all upset over this. Explain it the best you can.”
“I will,” Lucius told him. Motioning them to follow, he led them over to the table and had them take a seat. Looking at Lucky, who was on edge as he glanced at the three, he said, “These are the men I was telling you about.” Pointing to Remus, he said, “This is Remus Lupin. He was friends in school with the people I’m sure were your parents.” Pointing to Severus, he said, “This is his husband, Severus Snape. He's going to do the test. Actually, he's a professor at the school Draco goes to.” Gesturing to the last man, he said, “This is Sirius Black. If you are who we think you are, he's your godfather.”
Glancing at the three, not sure what to make of them, Lucky asked, “Now what's gonna happen?”
“I just need a drop of your blood to run a test with. It won't hurt and I'll take it with my wand. It'll reveal who your parents are, as well as your family history. We'll do it right here.” Severus told the young man as gently as he could, hoping not to put him more on edge than he already was.
“I don't need to go anywhere else?” Lucky asked, looking around.
“No, it's done right here.” Lucius assured him. “Just hold out one finger. That's all there is.”
Seeing no harm in that, Lucky held out one finger, glad to see it wasn't shaking, while taking a deep drag off his fag with the other hand, eyes darting around.
Taking the young man's finger. Severus touched his wand to it and drew a drop of blood. Dropping it onto a parchment he put on the table, he then cast the spell and waited. Within minutes, the family tree appeared. Looking at it, he glanced around then looked at the teen. Pushing the parchment to the center of the table with a shaking hand, he said, voice uneven, “Hello, Mr. Potter.”
Standing then looking at the parchment, and what it said, Sirius lifted his eyes, looking at the teen seated across from him before grinning, “Welcome back, Harry. We've missed you!” With a shaking hand, he pulled out a couple baby pictures he had of his godson and Harry's parents then pushed them over to the boy. “That's you when you were small and a photo of your parents.” Eyes stinging slightly, he said, voice quivering, “We've been looking for you for years!”
Taking the pictures and looking at them, astonished when he saw them move, he then glanced at the people in them, brow furrowed. Picking up the paper and reading it, he shook his head then asked, “You're sure about this, right?”
“That test doesn't lie,” Severus told him confidently, his hand on Remus' shoulder.
Smirking, Lucius said as he leaned back, “You are safe, Lucky. You're back with those that will protect you. No more of what you had to do. They will protect you and so will I. Now we get the authorities involved and work out where you're going to stay.”
Nodding, still looking at the pictures, Lucky wasn't sure what to do or say here. This—he wasn't sure if he believed it. Looking around, he saw some tears, but bigger grins. Looking at Lucius, who was actually smiling at him, he asked, “Your word nothing bad here?”
“Nothing at all,” Lucius told him firmly with a shake of his head. “Just some questions, nothing more. Then we go from there. You'll stay right here when they do it. After that, we'll work from there. I give you my word that I'll be with you through all of it and make sure you're protected. I got you out of that vile place, Lucky. I'll make damned sure nothing else happens to you.”
Taking that in, looking at the man, Lucky nodded slowly. So far—yeah, he had done that. Now, well, they would go from there and he would see.
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