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Who? Leo Black and Gideon Prewett
What? After Leo and Brando explode, Leo goes off in search of a little self-destruction and gets in over his head.
Why? Because he's a Black.
When? 17 years after grownhp6words
Author's notes: The only way anyone will find out about this is if they hear it directly from Gideon, Leo or Sinclair. Gideon plans to have it covered up so it won't leak out to the auror's office, ministry, ect.
He says he needs to go for a walk, and Sinclair doesn't stop him. Most of the day Leo has been in his animagus form so it's probably a bit of a relief to see him showered, dressed, and simply wanting to go for a walk. He has his watch on. He knows what time he is supposed to be in. He even has the cell phone on. No reason not to make it home by 11pm like they agreed upon. Because Leo is supposed to have work the next day.
He walks for awhile taking in the scenery. The city is beautiful and welcoming. It may begin to feel like home soon. Leo never thought he'd see the day when London, when Hogwarts, didn't feel like home anymore. He knew that he was welcomed at Grimmauld always, and even at Malfoy manor to an extent. But London feels foreign to him. Like a song he used to know all the words too, but now the melody is off and he ends up singing off key.
Hands in his pocket, he ignores the chill in the air and makes his way to downtown Milan. Most of the clubs don't even begin to fill up until after Leo's curfew. He's not wanting to dance though. Honestly, Leo isn't sure what he wants. Maybe the answers to how to make things not hurt so bad. That would be nice.
There is a hole in heart that used to be the place that was strictly Brando's. He and Brando had been the best of friends since before they could really talk. The four of them had been their own version of the Marauders. Now they were falling apart. Not because of a traitor amongst them or the terror of war in the air. No, it was because Leo decided it was time to part ways and pursue his dreams. They blamed him for leaving, and he blamed them for not being happy for him. Leo wanted so much to believe that this fight with Brando would blow over, but he'd felt his heart breaking and his soul shattering as they screamed those things at each other. You can't scream things like that if you don't mean them. They both hit below the belt, and this was what remained. Brando in London, and Leo in Milan, and neither were friends anymore. It hurt. A lot.
An older business man approaches and gives Leo a look over. It is dark and Leo is dressed in tight black jeans, a designer sweater, and a coat that costs more than most people's entire outfits. Leo cab speak Italian fluently. He'd learned as a child. When the man approaches and begins to speak with him he is able to carry the conversation with little struggle.
He laughs despite himself as he realizes the man believes he is an upper class prostitute. A beautiful boy looking sad and lost in the city and in need of someone to comfort them. For a price. Leo can't help it. He plays along. Gives the illusion that he is perhaps looking for a date tonight if the client he is expecting stands him up. It's just a game. Leo is so damn good at games. The guy offers to buy him a drink at the pub a few blocks away. Leo accepts. They find themselves sitting in a small corner booth talking together in Italian as the bottle of brandy is set between them. His mum likes brandy. Leo would rather not think about her right now.
Nor does he want to think of angry blue-hazel eyes glaring at him as he screamed that he wished to hate Leo. Leo would try and make that wish come true. The moment he could pull himself away from the pain and tears he would do his best to make Brando truly hate him so he would be free to move on. Because if you love someone you want to give them what they want right?
The guy places his hand on Leo's thigh and Leo frowns. The game is over. He's not into it anymore. He sets the man straight that he isn't an escort. He will not be accepting the man's money tonight. The man is furious. He begins speaking in loud Italian. He slaps Leo across the face and Leo just stares at him. The fire across his cheek is a welcome relief. Physical pain to take away from of the emotional stuff that is ripping him apart. The glass is in his hand and he splashes the brandy in the man's face. As expected the man reacts. He grabs hold of Leo's hair and hauls him out of the booth, spins him around and punches him in the gut.
Shades of red and blue seem to collide behind his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath. When the man tries to punch him again something snaps inside him. He hates to fight. He avoids it almost always. That doesn't mean he doesn't know how to fight. He can duel. He can box. He can bar brawl when necessary. His father made sure he could defend himself. Leo kicks out at the man's feet and knocks him to the ground. He kicks him in the ribs for good measure and hears the bartender telling them to get out.
There are two more guys, one helps the business man to his feet, the other helps himself to throwing Leo into the closest wall. He connects with a loud impact as his shoulder slams against it. His grey eyes grow dark as he bounces off and swings wildly at the man. But he stumbles on a fallen glass, and it's just enough of a stumble for the guy to grab him by the arm and swing him into a window. The window manages not to crack under the pressure. It does break when a beer bottle is thrown at Leo's head and misses and hits the window instead. He's back on his feet and now his punches are more controlled. It's clear to anyone watching that Leo has been trained to hold his own in a fight.
When the cops arrive, Leo gives up without resistance. He's cuffed and brought back to the station. His phone and things are taken from him. He's in a cell alone because he looks too young to be placed in with general population. It's ten-thirty pm. At least he isn't late for curfew.
It's an hour and half later when Gideon Prewett swaggers in and begins to fix the mess that Leo has fallen into. False papers to get him out. Oblivating the cops memories so they don't remember the false papers or the real police report that end up disappearing along with finger prints and the mug shot. "I'm saving these for your dad," Gideon tells him as he hauls him out of the police station by his collar. "Lad's first mugshot and finger print set. Hope he has room in the baby book."
"You're taking me to my dad?" Leo asks, not sure what is going on.
"No, I'm taking you home. I've already made sure this case doesn't exist in the office because your grandfather, parents and aunt don't need more stress when it comes to what you are up too while in Italy. This is your freebie, Leo. Consider it my favor to your dad and godfathers. Do not have me come and get you out of jail again. It will break your mum and grandfather's fault."
Leo knows that Gideon is right because it really would upset some of his family if they knew how this night came to be. They walk in silence until Gideon drags him to a dark alley so they can side by side apparate back to Leo's villa. There is a knock on the door and when it opens, Sinclair finds Leo being held by the collar by Gideon Prewett.
"I'll be brief. This belongs to you. Don't let him get lost again. If you want a copy of his mugshot, you can ask his dad for one, but I can't stick around and explain this story. I'll leave Leo to it." Gideon pauses and then looks at Leo. "Sirius will have the mugshot and fingerprints tomorrow night. You have twenty-four hours to straighten up stuff here before you can expect your father to check in on you. Consider that my gift to you."
Just like that, Gideon is gone, and a sheepish looking Leo is left looking at Sinclair. "I would have called to tell you I was going to be late, but they took my phone in booking."
What? After Leo and Brando explode, Leo goes off in search of a little self-destruction and gets in over his head.
Why? Because he's a Black.
When? 17 years after grownhp6words
Author's notes: The only way anyone will find out about this is if they hear it directly from Gideon, Leo or Sinclair. Gideon plans to have it covered up so it won't leak out to the auror's office, ministry, ect.
He says he needs to go for a walk, and Sinclair doesn't stop him. Most of the day Leo has been in his animagus form so it's probably a bit of a relief to see him showered, dressed, and simply wanting to go for a walk. He has his watch on. He knows what time he is supposed to be in. He even has the cell phone on. No reason not to make it home by 11pm like they agreed upon. Because Leo is supposed to have work the next day.
He walks for awhile taking in the scenery. The city is beautiful and welcoming. It may begin to feel like home soon. Leo never thought he'd see the day when London, when Hogwarts, didn't feel like home anymore. He knew that he was welcomed at Grimmauld always, and even at Malfoy manor to an extent. But London feels foreign to him. Like a song he used to know all the words too, but now the melody is off and he ends up singing off key.
Hands in his pocket, he ignores the chill in the air and makes his way to downtown Milan. Most of the clubs don't even begin to fill up until after Leo's curfew. He's not wanting to dance though. Honestly, Leo isn't sure what he wants. Maybe the answers to how to make things not hurt so bad. That would be nice.
There is a hole in heart that used to be the place that was strictly Brando's. He and Brando had been the best of friends since before they could really talk. The four of them had been their own version of the Marauders. Now they were falling apart. Not because of a traitor amongst them or the terror of war in the air. No, it was because Leo decided it was time to part ways and pursue his dreams. They blamed him for leaving, and he blamed them for not being happy for him. Leo wanted so much to believe that this fight with Brando would blow over, but he'd felt his heart breaking and his soul shattering as they screamed those things at each other. You can't scream things like that if you don't mean them. They both hit below the belt, and this was what remained. Brando in London, and Leo in Milan, and neither were friends anymore. It hurt. A lot.
An older business man approaches and gives Leo a look over. It is dark and Leo is dressed in tight black jeans, a designer sweater, and a coat that costs more than most people's entire outfits. Leo cab speak Italian fluently. He'd learned as a child. When the man approaches and begins to speak with him he is able to carry the conversation with little struggle.
He laughs despite himself as he realizes the man believes he is an upper class prostitute. A beautiful boy looking sad and lost in the city and in need of someone to comfort them. For a price. Leo can't help it. He plays along. Gives the illusion that he is perhaps looking for a date tonight if the client he is expecting stands him up. It's just a game. Leo is so damn good at games. The guy offers to buy him a drink at the pub a few blocks away. Leo accepts. They find themselves sitting in a small corner booth talking together in Italian as the bottle of brandy is set between them. His mum likes brandy. Leo would rather not think about her right now.
Nor does he want to think of angry blue-hazel eyes glaring at him as he screamed that he wished to hate Leo. Leo would try and make that wish come true. The moment he could pull himself away from the pain and tears he would do his best to make Brando truly hate him so he would be free to move on. Because if you love someone you want to give them what they want right?
The guy places his hand on Leo's thigh and Leo frowns. The game is over. He's not into it anymore. He sets the man straight that he isn't an escort. He will not be accepting the man's money tonight. The man is furious. He begins speaking in loud Italian. He slaps Leo across the face and Leo just stares at him. The fire across his cheek is a welcome relief. Physical pain to take away from of the emotional stuff that is ripping him apart. The glass is in his hand and he splashes the brandy in the man's face. As expected the man reacts. He grabs hold of Leo's hair and hauls him out of the booth, spins him around and punches him in the gut.
Shades of red and blue seem to collide behind his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath. When the man tries to punch him again something snaps inside him. He hates to fight. He avoids it almost always. That doesn't mean he doesn't know how to fight. He can duel. He can box. He can bar brawl when necessary. His father made sure he could defend himself. Leo kicks out at the man's feet and knocks him to the ground. He kicks him in the ribs for good measure and hears the bartender telling them to get out.
There are two more guys, one helps the business man to his feet, the other helps himself to throwing Leo into the closest wall. He connects with a loud impact as his shoulder slams against it. His grey eyes grow dark as he bounces off and swings wildly at the man. But he stumbles on a fallen glass, and it's just enough of a stumble for the guy to grab him by the arm and swing him into a window. The window manages not to crack under the pressure. It does break when a beer bottle is thrown at Leo's head and misses and hits the window instead. He's back on his feet and now his punches are more controlled. It's clear to anyone watching that Leo has been trained to hold his own in a fight.
When the cops arrive, Leo gives up without resistance. He's cuffed and brought back to the station. His phone and things are taken from him. He's in a cell alone because he looks too young to be placed in with general population. It's ten-thirty pm. At least he isn't late for curfew.
It's an hour and half later when Gideon Prewett swaggers in and begins to fix the mess that Leo has fallen into. False papers to get him out. Oblivating the cops memories so they don't remember the false papers or the real police report that end up disappearing along with finger prints and the mug shot. "I'm saving these for your dad," Gideon tells him as he hauls him out of the police station by his collar. "Lad's first mugshot and finger print set. Hope he has room in the baby book."
"You're taking me to my dad?" Leo asks, not sure what is going on.
"No, I'm taking you home. I've already made sure this case doesn't exist in the office because your grandfather, parents and aunt don't need more stress when it comes to what you are up too while in Italy. This is your freebie, Leo. Consider it my favor to your dad and godfathers. Do not have me come and get you out of jail again. It will break your mum and grandfather's fault."
Leo knows that Gideon is right because it really would upset some of his family if they knew how this night came to be. They walk in silence until Gideon drags him to a dark alley so they can side by side apparate back to Leo's villa. There is a knock on the door and when it opens, Sinclair finds Leo being held by the collar by Gideon Prewett.
"I'll be brief. This belongs to you. Don't let him get lost again. If you want a copy of his mugshot, you can ask his dad for one, but I can't stick around and explain this story. I'll leave Leo to it." Gideon pauses and then looks at Leo. "Sirius will have the mugshot and fingerprints tomorrow night. You have twenty-four hours to straighten up stuff here before you can expect your father to check in on you. Consider that my gift to you."
Just like that, Gideon is gone, and a sheepish looking Leo is left looking at Sinclair. "I would have called to tell you I was going to be late, but they took my phone in booking."