Hi everyone! This is one of my few first times writing a fic so please don't be too hard on me. Right, now to get some things straight. One: this is a slash fic. If slash is not for you then I suggest your press the back button. Two: this fic will involve Hermione, Ginny, Molly, and Dumbledore bashing. Very strongly. Three: I have chronic ME so this fic will be updated when I have time and only then, not amount of flames or pleads will change that. Four: as you can see this is in a third person but in harry POV. From what I can see in my ideas the next chapter will be strictly third POV but that may change by the next time I update and POV will switch around characters throughout the story. Five: this will be set in the marauder era but will give flashbacks into the hp timeline. Okay done, whew, well enjoy. P. the chapters so short
Prologue
Harry had known pain before. Once, it had been all he`d ever known. Before. It got better but pain was still a major part of his childhood. Physical, emotional, and mental. He`d experience it all. Eventually harry had built up a tolerance for it and it stopped pulling tears from his eyes long alone. He`d leaned. Finally. Eventually it helped shape his personality somewhat. It didn't help that he had no one. No one to lean on through the harshness of his reality.
Then he found it. The one thing he never knew he was missing. Family. His family. Sure, he hadn't found it all at once, not at all, he had slowly gravitated towards the ones he felt connected to; weeded out the unworthy through the years. The ones who stuck with him, he fiercely protected in his own way. Only one knew in the beginning. His first brother. Only he`d choose a freckled red head as family on site. His lion's reaction had shocked him though. Anger had glistened in his bright blue eyes…and something else harry couldn't identify.
But the years grew harder, more found out and reactions grew harsher. By the end of it, harry had a mass of overprotective lugs more concerned about his wellbeing then people more important than him. The adults he`d eventually come to relied on were harsher in their assessment of how to deal with the ones responsible ,and since harry wasn`t able to reassure them that it was fine as well as restrain them in person, he had to beg them not to do anything reckless.
Of course, as the years slowly rolled through he also became protective and possessive of his family, not allowing them to talk to anyone he hadn't thoroughly checked out. They tolerated his quirks with exasperated smirks and fond eye rolls. In harries` opinion they were worse. The things harry had to go through when they found him in a closet with a half naked Seamus Finnegan would have mentally scarred anyone else for life.
Harry knew they would freak if he ever had sex. Or if they saw him with hickies. Or in the middle of any sexual activities. Or in anything that had to do with the male body. Esspesialy since they found out he was gay. And a bottom. Even if he didn't look like it. Or act like it. But he was and that wouldn't change. but with his scars…harry couldn't think of anyone one who would want his tainted body.
Harry could still remember his brothers' expressive facial expressions after a group of them had burst into his dorm to surprise him at Christmas only to freeze as they saw his un-glamored form in the mirror. Could still clearly see hear the shatter of glass as his mischief makers let the butter bear glasses slip from their grip.
The explosion that happened later was one of the things burned into his memory. The possessive protectiveness, the desire for revenge, for payment for his suffering. The pure rage. Harry admits that if he didn't know they would never hurt him it would have terrified him. He couldn't have stopped the flinch either way. The way everybody in the room immediately stopped to reassure him, the warmness in their eyes was shocking for harry ,in a good way though, but he had the dreaded thought that that could become their weakness. Harry resolved that he would just have to be there to cover their one weakness in every way he could.
They had their flaws and so did he.
But Harry would never have it any other way.
