This is my first (Harry) fic and just so you know, I have never touched a Harry potter book. No really never even entertained the idea when I was browsing through borders. Nor did I ever pay attention during the time my family dragged me to the movies. So, please be nice and give me pointers and explain certain things from the world of HP so maybe I can act like I belong in your world. Be nice and review. And also, Things happen for a reason and this is my universe you just entered. Be afraid. also many oc's
Marcus Belby flinched at his aunt who snarled at him with snapping jaws and scraping claws on the metal floor of her cage. As a Ravenclaw, Marcus had no qualms to admitting that his aunt scared him. But he wasn't a normal Ravenclaw either; he was the nephew of the great inventor of the wolfsbane potion. His uncle Marcisius Belby, intended for the potion to cure his lost love, Anelia Evans who was bitten by a jealous boy named Dearly.
The boy was his uncle's closest friend who he told everything to. Even the fact that he was crushing big time on one Anelia Evans, one of Harry Potter's grandmothers. Dearly, blinded by his 'love' for Marcisius, went on a rampage and attacked the old witch. She almost didn't make it. But after she recovered, a full moon hit, letting his uncle see the horrors of werewolves. Feeling helpless, he tried to find a cure. But sadly, he did not. But he did end up helping the woman he loved and two years later, his cousin, Annie Evans-Belby was born.
But his family was blinded by the age differences between his uncle and unofficial aunt. Tearing them apart was hard. Three weeks later his uncle was married to his current aunt Mabel. His favorite aunt (Anelia), cursed the superficial Mabel with her own poison. Mabel was now a werewolf. Insanity came easy to his bitch of an aunt and happiness insured when his uncle refused to give her the wolfsbane potion and made it impossible for anyone to give it to her, for who ever stepped near where Mabel was would need to make an unbreakable vow. There was a hidden story for why his sweet uncle was cruel to her, but Marcus knew that his aunt was mean beyond words and didn't question further than he knew.
But knowing all of this didn't help anyone except him. It meant that one Harry Potter was his cousin of sorts. So with his heart light and hopeful eyes brimming with happiness, he set out to find his cousin. Hopefully, the only family he could lean on and offer the same.
Harry Potter hated his name. He absolutely loathed his last name of Potter. If only for the fact that his father was a bully. Wasn't that a bitch slap? The person he had been defending since year one was the type of person he hated the most. You know what was really sick? When he was watching Snape's memories he couldn't help but think Snape looked decent. It was mortifying.
Heaving a sigh, he continued down the stairs dodging easily the cases that came close to him. Hogwarts liked to tease him and baffle him, keeping him on his toes. The moving staircases were one of the ways Hogwarts trained him with its fatherly hand. Like a father teaching a son how to fight. The thought brought a small smile to his face. The walls humming with power and comfort, giving a reassuring rush of magic to Harry.
No matter how much he hated his dad's younger self, he knew his dad grew up and regretted what he did to Snape. The school giving a satisfied 'I told you so' hum, happy that it's adopted child did not have any dark emotions towards its real father.
Continuing down towards the great hall, he was startled when a hand came out of a darkened corner and lightly tugged on his Gryffindor robes. Looking both left and right, and feeling no malice from the school, he turned his head to the estimated area the person holding his robes, head would be.
Startled when he saw a Ravenclaw sixth year looking at him with a face filled with empathy. On guard he slowly moved so he was touching the boy's arm. Yanking unexpectedly, the boy stumbled out of the shadows and into the waiting arms of Harry.
Even if Harry was small, he was in no means weak. Catching the older boy easily, he hissed into his ear a clear warning. " It would be best if you gave me your wand and then explain to me what you were doing. If you wish to stay sane of course."
The Ravenclaw paled slightly but held his ground and making a quick decision spoke fast and unsure, trying to get away from Harry.
"I just wanted to tell you something. I- It- It's very important but it'll take too long. Will, will you meet me in the library after dinner? Please?"
Sympathy flooded Harry and he carefully let go of the Ravenclaw. Keeping his hard emotionless mask in place he gave a curt nod the walked down the hall to dinner.
Relaxing, Harry felt a slow rise of guilt for how he treated the older teen. But really, a dark figure in a dark corner? It screamed cliché and evil. Still wary, he sat down next to Dean and started to eat before Ron did. For once he did, Harry would grow queasy at the display of shoving and open jawed chewing. Ron was an amazing eater, and he loved him dearly, even if his eating habits did make him want to throw up. A while later dinner was over.
Nodding to Madam Prince, Harry browsed the shelves keeping one eye on the tables looking for the Ravenclaw boy. Finding him sitting behind a dark dusty table where Harry often sat at, he noticed the books stacked up high and a little vile filled with what, he didn't know.
Shifting out of sight, Harry watched the nervous and…giddy? Ravenclaw twitch his left earlobe every minute and ten seconds. What an odd habit. (It didn't even seem possible until Harry saw it with his own eyes.) It reminded him of a dog twitching his ear.
Giving up on hiding he moved over to the boy and sat down when the older boy waved his hand in front of him offering the seat across from him. Sitting down he saw the boy relax and a slow smile come up on his handsome face.
After the boy cleared his throat he began.
"Sorry for earlier. Probably wasn't the best way to get your attention but I had to tell you and we aren't in the same year or in any classes together. So yeah, sorry." Marcus scratched behind his ear trying to comfort himself. Soon he started up again.
"In that vile is veritaserum the truth serum. The antidote is here," pulling out a smaller vile of green liquid and handing it to Harry. "I'm going to drink the serum and explain what I want to say and then if you have any more questions you can ask me." He then took out three little drops with a dripper and screwed the cap on tightly after swallowing the potion.
"Ask me anything." Marcus said ready to embarrass himself for the sake of family.
"What is your name? Do you hold any ill will to my friends or me? When was the first time you jacked off? How did it feel?" blushing at the words Harry said he looked up to see Harry's face a cute pink also at asking the last two questions.
"My name is Marcus Belby. I have no ill will towards you; I care for you and wish to get to know you. Your friend Granger I find a little annoying. Maybe not so much if she was in Ravenclaw…but no. I do not wish to harm any of you." Answering those questions was easy, but soon his tongue felt like it was on fire chocking back on spit he continued, his face aflame.
"M-My first time was when…I was thirteen." He wanted to bite his tongue so badly, but he would continue. "It felt…amazing. I never felt anything like that before. The hard strokes and squeezes to my….b, b, balls and a finger digging near and s-slightly, in my slit felt the best…I loved it." Fumbling slightly over his words he sat there, face down beet red and Harry across from him not much better.
"I, I believe you. How did you get your hands on the potion? Your only a year older than me." Not grasping this concept, Harry asked awe lacing his voice. It wasn't everyday someone went this far to make sure Harry knew they were speaking the truth.
"I'm a Ravenclaw. I take advanced potions with the seventh years." Marcus said amused by his little Gryffindor cousin.
With a nod of acknowledgement he started to tell his tail of his family pushing books towards Harry with marked pages showing of their shared history. When it came to his conclusion, he threw caution to the wind in a not very Ravenclaw way, and said clearly.
"I want to get to know you. My family is insane and hates me. You are my cousin of sorts and…you might also have werewolf in you. We can try and stuff…" of all of the times to lose his Ravenclaw ways, it had to be in front of his Gryffindor. How pathetic.
Slightly overwhelmed by everything Harry gave a quick over look over his life. He already asked if Marcus would give him over to his family but was scolded quite harshly for that question and said 'they are not my family! You are!' it was touching how his cousin growled it out protectively and somewhat possessively. He was quite baffled though when Marcus said there were no other wolves. But what about him when his whole being just screamed canine? Apparently. He was an animagus. A wolf. The irony.
Nodding his head he shyly spoke. "I would like that a lot. Thank you." With a shy smile they patted each other's back somewhat awkwardly and left with warm feelings of family.
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