“HARRRRRRRRRY! HARRRRRRRY! Could you come down here please?” Ginny teased from within the Gryffindor common room.
“Okay Ginny!” Harry replied as he climbed through the portrait hole wondering what in the world Ginny could possibly want. Suddenly there was a blinding flash and Harry was sent flying across the common room. His head slammed against the edge of the portrait hole and he didn’t get up.
“HARRY!” Hermione and Ginny screeched together as they rushed to Harry to see if he was okay.
“O NO! O NO! O NO! NO! NO!” Ginny repeated in fright as she lifted Harry’s head to find it cut open and blood spilling everywhere.
“It was only supposed to be a simple memory jinx!” Hermione wailed as she waved her wand and healed Harry’s head and cleaned up the blood. Ginny and Hermione cried for a few minutes as they realized what they had done.
“We’re killers now! We can’t let word of this get out! Let’s ditch the body somewhere!” Hermione ranted as she realized how much of an effect such a thing would have with her being a muggleborn and all.
“That sounds like a good idea to me. The only question now is what to tell everyone else…? Where did Harry go? He doesn’t have a family to visit…” Ginny trailed off as she got lost in thought.
“BILL!” They both yelled at the same time.
“Exactly! And we will tell everyone not to bother writing because they won’t respond. To busy with their research!”
“That sounds believable to me! No loopholes at all whatsoever!” Hermione agreed wholeheartedly.
“Now…where to hide the body…”Hermione trailed off as she became lost in her thoughts.
“The Room of Requirement!” Ginny whispered.
“No. That is on school grounds and we know that others know about it. It has to be somewhere in the muggle world.”
“Let’s ditch him outside of the pub in Diagon Alley!” Ginny offered.
“That might just work. Whoever takes him will have to take his broom and Invisibility cloak so they won’t be seen.”
“How would that work when the boundaries of Hogwarts are protected by magic?” Ginny questioned.
“Damn! I forgot about those…”
“Well we will have to get him there somehow…”
“Alright. I say we temporarily reanimate his body and we walk him through Knockturn Alley and take a train to London and ditch his body there somewhere.”
“Cool! You reanimate the body. I will grab the cloak.
Ginny rushed as she turned and ran up to the boy’s dorm and grabbed Harry’s Invisibility cloak. Hermione waved her wand and Harry stood up. A blank expression crossed his face and he continued to stare straight ahead just as a zombie would. Ginny came back down the stairs and threw the cloak over Harry.
“Alright. I will keep one hand on him at all times. Let’s go!”



Harry woke up a few hours later and found his body lying next to him.
“What am I doing here? Wait… who am I?” He asked himself as he stood up to get a bearing on his surroundings. He was in a large smelly tube crawling with roaches and rats.
“This must be a sewer. And I must be dead…” Harry made his way down the tunnel finding a ladder. He started climbing it until he reach the manhole cover.
“I bet this is heavy…” He muttered to himself as he reached up and tried to move it. His hand went right through it.
“Oh my glorious god! I am dead!” Harry screamed as he found himself in the middle of a dark alleyway in the middle of London somewhere.
He began to wander down the alley when suddenly he heard some yelling and then someone getting smacked around.
“ You think you can leave your corner early hoe! What you tryin to do to me girl? You think money grows on trees or something? Cause I’m telling you hoe! IT DOESN”T!”
A tall man with a huge black afro and a purple zebra striped fur jacket with a purple suede shirt on underneath yelled as he smacked the girl across the face with his pimp cane.
“Excuse me sir!” Harry interrupted. “Don’t you think you are mistreating her just a little bit?”
“Who the bloody hell is this? What you doin out here in that ridiculous outfit? That some strange fashion statement! And honestly, do you think that little wooden stick in your hand is going to do much good?”
“Ummm… I honestly don’t remember much. I don’t even know why I have this wooden stick.” Harry wondered half to himself half out loud as he put it back in his pocket.
The hooker the pimp had been smacking around earlier looked around with a confused and scared look on her face. As she looked from the Pimp to the direction he was facing she saw nothing at all.
“Guido? Who the hell are you talking to? There ain’t no one there… And I don’t think you are crazy enough to start talking to yourself yet…”
Guido turned around with as much force as he could and smacked her across the face. She went flying across the alley and hit the ground hard.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE AIN’T NO NO ONE THERE HOE? Can’t you see this boy standing right here next to me?” Guido yelled clearly peeved that this hoe was reprimanding him. Harry stared in horror as the hooker slowly got back to her feet. Her face was bruised from the top of her left eye all the way down to her neck.
“Damnit hoe! Now you are to smacked up to work for a couple of weeks! Are you happy now hoe?” Guido roared as he turned towards Harry.
“GAWD! Can you believe what these Hoes will put themselves through just so they don’t won’t have to work! It’s insane!”
“Obviously the drugs must be affecting your mind because there ain’t no one there…”
The hooker mocked defiantly.
Guido pulled up his pimp cane with the giant ruby on the top of it and smack her on the head.
“NO! Obviously you must be on something hoe cause there is a young man wearing robes standing a few feet away from me!”
The hooker screamed in terror and ran way leaving Guido and Harry alone in the alley.
“Can you believe that stupid hoe? Can’t even see a young man wearing robes standing right behind me!” Guido chuckled as he turned around to talk to Harry some more.
“So what is your story, boy?”
“Honestly I don’t know. Anything you could teach me though would be greatly appreciated!”
“Well, well, well! What do we have here? It looks like Guido has finally found himself an apprentice! A pimp in training is what you gonna be! That way when you get your memory back you can become a grand pimp like me and control yo hood fool!”
“Sweeet! When do we start?” Harry asked nearly jumping up and down for joy.
“Right now little man, right now!” Guido put his arm around Harry’s shoulders and they walked off down the alley chatting it up about how great Harry would become.