Author:Sevvie0901
Summary: Harry's life couldn't be any better until something goes wrong that will change his life forever.
Pairings: Harry/OC and Harry/Severus, others may be implied.
Disclaimers: I do not own anything from Harry Potter that is
mentioned here. JKR owns most of this: Characters and ideas from "Harry
Potter". I only own the plot and my OC character.
Betas: kastra and littleroo27
Warning, the following contains slash therefore if you detest slash don't read it. Flames are not accepted. Criticism welcomed.
Chapter One: Prologue
It was a fine morning indeed. The sun was rising, people sleeping peacefully in their homes. The street was quite deserted, except for a 16-year-old boy who sat on the step of number 4 Privet, Drive.
For Harry, life couldn't be any more perfect. He had his friends and pseudo family that supported him, even when he told them he was gay. They would be there for him no matter what. However, there was only one person in his life that he loved more than any other person, his wonderful boyfriend, that is.
As Harry's mind wandered to the past, he remembered the first time he met his squib beloved.
One Year Ago
Harry rushed though the thinning crowds of London, hoping beyond hope that he would make the subway. Dropping his head and muttering darkly over his lack of an Apparition license Harry completely ignored the warning shout as he collided with a warm body.
"Shit." Harry cursed to himself finding himself on his arse, then immediately looked up to apologize to his unwitting wall."
'Very nice' Harry mused as he looked into the most beautiful blue eyes. He had inadvertently run into a rather stunning young man with the most remarkable long brown hair, most of which was held back in a large brown tie but, around his face, long pieces had been left free and dangled tantalizingly towards Harry as the boy leaned down in concern.
The boy reached down to Harry and hauled him to his feet with surprising ease.
Once on his feet, Harry noticed that the boy was about a head taller than him and looked to be around 17 or so. Harry easily became engrossed with this young man. Dressed in baggy cargos which hugged his slim hips and a tight black T-shirt that showed off broad, nicely muscled shoulders; the boy was gorgeous. Mouth suddenly dry, Harry swallowed self-consciously.
"Um… S-Sorry, I didn't see you." Harry stammered, blushing from the stunning smile this newcomer placed upon him.
The young man raked his eyes over Harry's body and hummed in satisfaction. "Oh, no worries there; I wasn't watching either."
Harry gave into him and a small smile appeared on his face. It was a smile that hadn't surfaced in weeks since the incident at the Ministry of Magic.
The young man reacted unconsciously to this honest gesture, feeling drawn to this strange young man who had literally run into him. "Fancy getting a coffee?"
"Oh…Uh, I don't even know who you are."
"Indeed. Then I shall have to introduce myself. Aearion Rissien."
Harry blushed again when Aearion held out his hand. "Harry Potter"
Harry couldn't concentrate anymore, distracted by the comforting touch of the man on his hand. A small part of Harry sighed in relief, acknowledging that touch didn't always have to hurt.
"Aearion? That is a name I haven't heard before."
"No, I doubt anyone here would have heard it." Aearion chuckled. "It is Elven. It means Son of the Sea, they tell me it is because of my eyes."
'It is because of his eyes' Harry mused. You looked into those eyes and it was like looking into the sea itself. They were filled with shades of misty blue with a hint of green. Looking into Aearion's eyes gave Harry a sense of peace.
Harry stared at this intriguing young man in awe. He couldn't stop looking at those magnificent eyes.
"Well, I like them. They show wisdom and compassion in them. Very unique."
"Thank you, Harry. Your eyes capture your life in many ways. They are striking, and I would love to stare into those bottomless pits forever."
Harry, at first, was surprised at the forwardness. He assumed that Aearion wasn't afraid to speak his mind. When Harry realized he was being complemented he blushed right down to his neck; he hardly heard anyone say that about his eyes. He knew they were like no other, except Lily's, of course, but nothing this extravagant. "I like you already." Harry confirmed with a shy smile.
What Harry did not expect was a soft voice saying; "Well I like you, Harry"
After that faithful day, and many dates, the couple declared love. Harry thought he could never find another person like Aearion. Not because of the way he looked, but what the man was like.
He and Aearion were hardly seen apart. Harry's Aunt and Uncle assumed the freak had found a partner in crime, and that he would not let his only ally go. They were only half-right; Harry would not let this extraordinary opportunity pass by.
The pair of them would make excuses to Harry's relatives so Harry wouldn't have to do any chores. This was permitted, since Vernon and Petunia believed that getting the boy out of the house and away from the family was more important than chores. If anyone asked where Harry was, which was pretty much never, Vernon always said he was at the therapist for his problem of being a freak.
What made the relationship all the smoother was that Aearion knew about the Wizarding world. Surprisingly, most of his family were squibs who lived in the muggle world. Their stories about the magical world were passed down from generation to generation. Although there was magic in his family, luck was not on his side; Aearion was one of those born a squib.
During the days, Harry and Aearion spent together, Harry learned more about Aearion. They would walk in the park, and as Aearion talked, Harry noticed that Aearion had a cheerful personality that could drain the sadness from you just by talking, nothing more.
When they would walk in downtown London, Aearion would describe its history. He would denote every fact using this peculiar wisdom he learned while traveling therefore learning about different cultures and traditions. He was Harry's perfect match.
Present Time
Harry never could stop smiling every time he ventured into this glorious memory.
A voice interrupted his musings. "Good morning, Harry." Harry knew
that voice very well. Harry turned, his smile widening further in
welcome.
"Good morning love, got any plans for the weekend?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I have to find a rare book for a very special client."
"Does that mean you are leaving?" Harry looked worried. 'How long would he be away this time,' he wondered?
Aearion gave a regretful look. It hurt every time he had to leave Harry, but his job required it. Aearion had become one of the leading finders of rarities, and although Harry knew Aearion would always return to him, it still bothered him when he left.
Aearion took the love of his life into his arms. "I'm sorry, love, but I have to leave for Egypt in three days time."
For Aearion, this was hard; he just hated leaving Harry in tears. He could see them surfacing in those beautiful emerald eyes. He didn't want to leave this boy who had fought for a world that was still corrupt. Never.
An awkward pause signaled that Aearion couldn't say anymore. Finally, Harry had the courage to speak, "How long will you be gone?"
"I don't know, Harry. Our sources say it will be difficult to track down because it has been reported in a remote town, which I am told is rather treacherous to travel to."
Harry nodded reluctantly; he didn't want his beloved to go, even though it made him feel selfish. He just wanted this little thing for himself.
As they sat on the step of Number 4 Privet Drive, buried in their own thoughts, Aearion broke the silence that was hanging over their heads.
"I will hurry back as soon as I found the book, okay. I love you."
"I love you too, Aearion." Harry's voice sounded worried. He had an odd feeling in his gut. He didn't know what it was, so he dismissed it absently mindedly distracted by his immediate disappointment.
Harry's life felt so happy. To be with the person he loved and cherished gave him a sense of perfection. Aearion had shown Harry what being loved was like, and Harry refused to lose that feeling. Although Harry sometimes thought he was unworthy of the unconditional love which Aearion bestowed upon him, Harry knew that he had two days to show Aearion how much he loved him so that Aearion would come home as soon as possible.
TBC...
A/N #1 Aearion - Son of the Sea
Rissien - Ravine
The HP/OC will only last a few chapters so Snarry fans won't be disappointed!
Update on my next chapter is undecided. I have a very strange writing
muse. I write when I am depressed and type when I am bored or again
depressed. I have chapter written but only in rough notes. All I need
to do is type and tweak it up. It might not be up for awhile because
school starts in a week and I need to concentrate for the first few
days.
