Rough Edges

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

'Thoughts'

'Parseltongue'

Harry smirked as he entered the gay bar. Like always the bouncer up front bought his fake ID. He looked like he was 21 years old but in reality he was really 14 almost 15. He was thankful for the ability to change his looks. He used it to his advantage. He had been living on the street since he was 7 and had become the perfect liar. He ordered himself some soda. He rarely drank alcohol.

Harry liked being sober when he had sex and preferred his partner or partners to be sober also. There were a lot of people who took advantage of drunks. There were some people who turned mean and aggressive while drunk. He didn't want any dominates taking advantage and doing things Harry didn't like or want to do. He also didn't want to fight off those drunks. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"Hey there handsome. Looking for some fun?"

Harry smirked and turned to look at the man. "I'm always looking for some fun~"

"Your place or mine?"

"Your place." Soon they were making out as they left the club.

Meanwhile a rat like man smirked when he saw the boy. He finally found him. He knew it because he had seen the scar. He quickly went to go tell his master.

"M-master?"

"What is it Wormtail?" Voldemort wasn't in the mood to deal with the rat.

"I've found Harry Potter."

His lord looked at him in shock. He then demanded the memory. He needed to be sure. Many claimed to find the boy and they turned out to be wrong. He refused to believe it until he had proof. He looked into his mind.

Voldemort looked at the teen in the memory in shock. It was definitely Harry Potter but the child was nothing like he suspected. The boy looked around 21 years old. His hair was a raven black unlike his parents. He figured it was from the boy's paternal grandmother who was a black. His hair was to his shoulders and in a low ponytail. His bangs were swept to the side showing off the legendary lightning bolt scar. Throughout his hair there was ice blue streaks and the tips were white. Potter had a healthy tan and he wasn't wearing glasses. His eyes were AK green with silver flecks. He looked more like his mudblood mother then his father. He was wearing a black t-shirt with fishnet sleeves. He had black leather pants and lavender thigh high boots. He had two hoops in his right ear and a diamond stud in the other. A silver chain necklace adorned his neck. He left with a guy.

"That is indeed Harry Potter."

"M-m-master?"

"Find out where the boy lives."

"Yes sir."

The rat left to do what he was told. He wasn't sure where it would be. The boy went to the man's place and he didn't follow the boy before he went to his master. He shrugged and figured he would find it.

Meanwhile Harry was leaving his latest fuck buddies' house. He was very satisfied and now it was time to go home. He never spent the night. He always went home to rest.

Harry went to the alley near the man's house. Once he was sure that no one was around he used his magic to take him to his own home. He stripped, showered, ate, and then went to bed. He never knew of the red eyed man that was looking through his mind.

Voldemort was surprised to see the boy in a nice looking apartment. He had seen what looked like a uniform so that meant that Potter was working. From what he could see the boy could use his magic and knew what he was doing. He concluded that the boy was doing okay.

"Interesting." He muttered.

"My lord?"

"Yes Lucius?"

"From what I could tell Wormtail failed to locate where Potter lived. I do have good good news. The death eater I sent to search the muggle world has found the Dursleys."

"Where were they?"

"After Potter ran at seven they moved to America. I sent someone to get them."

"Good."

"Do you require anything else?"

"Yes. I managed to enter Potter's mind. He is my horcrux apparently. While there I saw his apartment and what looked like a uniform. This is what he looks like." He handed Lucius a sketch. "His apartment from the inside." Another sketch was handed to him. "And the uniform. See if they can help locate him."

"Yes sir."

"That will be all. Goodnight."

"Goodnight sir."