I do not own Harry Potter or Beka Cooper. I would most dearly love to get my hands on Pounce but he keeps evading my catnip laced traps. Alas, this disclaimer holds true to the entirety of the story even if it is not included in each and every chapter. Do enjoy. If you dislike slash however I suggest backing away very slowly, Harry has decided to be a sexy little minx and I suspect much like Captain Jack Harkness he will sleep with everyone, male and female, but mostly male. Thank-you,
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Harry kept his eyes closed as Hagrid carried his seemingly dead body. He was rocked gently in the half giants arms as Hagrid moved slowly in his lumbering gait at the Death Eaters wand point. Fat tears rolled down the gentle giants face to disappear into his bushy black beard. Harry was still in shock which was definitely helping him to remain limp in Hagrid's arms as he faked dead. He wasn't shocked because he had died, no he had known that was coming for a while, hell in the end he'd walked up to Voldemort and stood stalk still watching the green light of instantaneous death barrel towards him. Speaking to the man who had quite literally raised him to die at the right time was a surprise; the speaking to Dumbledore part, not the being raised to die part. He'd figured out the summer after his first year that Dumbledore had an agenda, he hadn't known it included his death until just before the start of his second year however.
Harry's analytical mind had been struck with realization the minute Dumbledore had quite suddenly ripped the House Cup from its rightful winners the Slytherins and given it to Griffindor on points given for rule breaking. Not only was it bias, it drove a wedge further between the two houses fueling the very spiteful hatred between the two houses that had already existed for centuries and directed it in Harry's direction. He knew right then that Dumbledore had plans and Harry being isolated from the other houses was one of them. It helped as well that he had begun learning occumancy on his own after looking in the library to find the cure for his seemingly incurable headaches that only occurred during Defense Against the Dark Arts not that Severus Snape ever figured it out. Then again his shields were made of specific memories rather than a solid substance and worked with his mask so well. No his shock came from the fact that he had come back. There was many things magic was able to do. Bringing someone back to life was not one. Even the resurrection stone couldn't do that and it was a tool made by Death himself. Fucking Dumbledore, Harry was doubtful that the man had actually planned for this but it felt good to curse the old goat anyway.
Dumbledore had forgotten a few things in his scheming however. One; Harry was a Potter and an Evans, a mixture of luck, both good and bad, charisma, vindictiveness, intelligence and sheer stubbornness. Two; he had an innate ability to be where he shouldn't be, see things he was never meant too, and hear secrets he was never supposed to know. Things like his supposed friends reporting things to the Headmaster. Not that he hadn't already begun to suspect the Weasely's after he had gone back over the events of first year in his head after his realization of Dumbledore's manipulations. Three; abused children trust no one but themselves, not even the hand that helps them, and they are always watching for the rebound, this requires them to be good actors and Harry was. And finally four one cannot simultaneously play savior and jailor for long before the masks start to strain and people catch glimpses of the truth underneath them.
He used and honed his acting skills around Weasely and Granger, treating them similar to the way he treated the Dursley's, hide everything, intelligence, abilities, everything. He wore his very own hand crafted mask when in the wizarding world. He was the Golden Boy of the Golden Gryffindor Trio. He made his own plans each carefully calculated down to the last detail to counter Dumbledore's own plans from the beginning of second year on. He made sure every move he made was so shielded it seemed to be nothing more than an accident or a coincidence or sometimes some old obscure law that worked in his favor. He never let on that he knew anything and no one ever expected. Well except Luna but she wore a mask of her own. The tiny seer had no wish to be sold like a piece of chattel. Prophets could be found far and wide but seers, seers were rare, and Luna hid her abilities behind a shield of crazy. They weren't friends exactly, but they weren't enemies. Neither wanted to be seen with the other too often as neither wanted anyone ever suspecting that something wasn't quite right with either of them and as such they never exclusively hung out and made sure to do nothing more than small friendly greetings when they were around each other.
Fifth year Luna had gone with him to the ministry, because she told him if she hadn't her father who was apparently one of the unspeakables in the research center would have been killed, as her radish earrings would have alerted the man of her imminent danger and he would immediately make his way to Hogwarts and out of the ministry. It was convoluted and despite the fact that she had not come for his benefit he thanked her anyway. She gave him a searching stare and a small nod of acknowledgement before her face shifted to its dreamy mask once more.
Despite knowing that Dumbledore intended him to be dead, a fact he had found out just before the beginning of second year when he'd snuck out of the Weasely household in the middle of the night using a handful of floo powder and putting some in his pocket so he could return to make his way to Diagon Alley and then into the white and gold building at the end of the alley. Gringotts, the bank run by Goblins.
He had originally gone in to find out if he could invest any of his gold short term so that he was making money by the time he got out of school. He had also asked about his parents vaults and accounts. He had suspected that since he had a trust vault that they also had their own vaults and that there was the possibility of a joint or family vault as well. He wasn't sure that he would be able to access him but there might be paperwork, and plus then their wills. It would have been nice to see if they had left him anything specifically.
It took a bit of time but his no nonsense demeanor and his formal politeness had the goblins looking into things for him at a pace that was far faster than what they'd normally give their customers. He was brought into a conference room office, while literal boxes of backed up paper work was brought into the room. He'd ended up paying three goblins twelve galleons and hour, he'd managed to bargain them down from seventeen and he was proud of it, to have them help him sort through it all.
Most of it was paperwork from the main Potter vault. Harry's grandparents, his father's parents, had passed in a Death Eater attack in the middle of the war and his father and mother already in the midst of the fighting hadn't had the time to sort thought the paperwork required to fulfill the terms of that will before they two ended up going into hiding until perishing that fateful Halloween night. They too had filed their own wills at least on record they had. However despite managing to get through all of the boxes they could not find them. Harry surmised that they may have been in Godric's cottage that fateful night and that if that was true that it was of no fault of Gringotts that they hadn't been found. As the only heir however the Goblin's assured him that the moment he came of age the entirety of the Potter fortune was his to play with.
Through a couple loopholes he had managed to get the money at least growing again through investments. He'd had to hire an account manager to get it done as he was technically unable to touch the money to invest but as the last of the Potter line it was his right to hire help for the needs of the House. Despite not finding his parents wills he had found one of his own, filed only a day after he had started his first year of Hogwarts. It was fraudulent of course, and the goblins threw it out as a false will while he wrote out a new one, but it still pissed him off. That was the moment Harry knew that his role in Dumbledore's grand scheme involved him dying. It was also the moment Harry realized that the entirety of the Weasely family was not to be trusted, and neither was a man named Remus Lupin and a few other names Harry had never heard before. They had all been set to receive portions of his estate in the event of his death whether they knew it or not they had become persona non grata where he was concerned. Of course he had to act as though everything was fine but under his skin a fire burned.
Second year was a gong show. He'd figured out that the beast was a basilisk long before Hermione and was for once happy that he wore glasses. He'd figured out pretty quickly that none of the victims had looked at the snake directly and surmised that the paralysis was all he would experience as well given that he would only see it through his lenses. Meeting Aragog was stupid but he was honestly hoping that the red haired manner less idiot would end up being dinner or at least properly piss himself. But alas his acting had to continue when the wild car had saved them both.
He knew the moment that Ron had figured out his sister was the one missing that Dumbledore had orchestrated the events in such a way again this year. Harry could find no other reason that the man could not figure out where the chamber was. Harry knew that the hormonal ghost was the girl who'd been killed the last time the chamber was opened and had seen the small snake motifs in various places while they had been making the polyjuice. A potion he had saved multiple times without them knowing. He'd been angry realizing that he couldn't up show Hermione and had gotten his revenge however. He'd found it easy to switch out the hair Hermione had gathered for herself. Dean had a beautiful long haired tabby cat and it only took a few quick pats for him to get the hairs necessary. It was petty and childish but he had enjoyed it.
Harry had done everything that Dumbledore had expected of him and saved Ginevra Weasely. He'd thought about using the fang to kill her as well but had decided against it feeling merciful. She was young and it wasn't her fault that her family was a bunch of backstabbing schemers, he thought that it was possible that she had nothing to do with the deception of her family. While she had been ten when it had been written and they was a very real possibility she had no idea. So he had saved her. He regretted his actions soon after.
He'd returned to the bank just before his third year. Blowing up Aunt Marge hadn't been as accidental as everyone thought; although he'd been going for spontaneous human explosion, but he was new to wandless magic sue him for failing. He needed a distraction in order to get to Diagon Alley specifically Gringotts without raising suspicions. That Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge had worked together to have Harry stay in a room within the Leaky Cauldren was a welcome surprise.
Dumbledore had of course set up watchers but they were so obvious they became easy to avoid, and that was if he decided to leave through the front door. The first two spells he perfected wandlessly became the disillusionment charm and the color change charm. He'd change the color of his hair. Usually to a bright color, most often blue, and then his iris's to match. It only took a little make up that he'd had since he was young. Petunia had thrown the foundation at him and told him to cover up the bruises when Vernon had gotten a little too into hitting him and forgotten his own self-imposed rule of not hitting Harry in the face. Harry had learned how to blend the make up onto his face so that one couldn't tell it was there and Harry easily used it to cover his scar. Harry wandlessly disillusioned himself after locking his door, before climbing out the window and down to the ground and walking back through the front door.
His bright hair drew eyes but that was the point. While they were busy either appraising or disapproving of his hair he was walking right by them without anyone even knowing. Sometimes drawing everyone's attention was the best way to disappear. It was during this visit that he learned about the illegal marriage contract the goblins held onto that Dumbledore had submitted with his forged signature and Ginny's on the line beside it. It was also when he learned that Sirius Black was his godfather.
Harry asked the goblins why he'd never been alerted to the fact that he had a godfather and asked exactly what the man was tried for. That was when he learned that there was indeed no trial, despite the charges that had been laid against the man. Harry was pissed at that news but there was very little he could do as he was still underage and technically not the Head of his House yet. He did ask the goblins to do their best to keep him updated as Harry knew that no one else would do so. He also asked them to prepare what would be needed for him to make inquiries into the ministry the moment he came into his Lordship at seventeen.
His third year was also the year he met Remus Lupin for the first time. The goblins had already told him that he was a werewolf and therefore was unable to hold an account within Gringotts. Harry wasn't in anyway discriminatory towards werewolves. In fact he found many of them were quite docile, shy, and quiet humans, the very opposite of the beasts that raged within and took over on the nights of the full moon, but he very much disliked Professor Lupin. While the man was an excellent instructor, and was seemingly quite kind, Harry held him accountable for the money he would receive in the false will, and even if he hadn't known about that, Harry held him accountable for the fact that while the man proclaimed to be James and Lily's friends he hadn't once looked into how Harry was doing until Dumbledore had hired him. It all led back to Dumbledore.
Knowing Dumbledore was looking to make Harry connect more to his parents and was using the wolf to do so Harry asked Lupin to teach him the Patronus Charm. He had learned it the evening he had arrived at Hogwarts and had to fake not knowing it but the private teaching worked wonders. Unfortunately Dumbledore had managed to catch him unawares with a power dampening potion. It took a little bit for Harry to figure out why he was feeling so tired all the time but Dumbledore was extremely lucky that Harry had exceedingly perfect control. The Chamber of Secrets had gotten a lot of use that year as Harry released anger.
The night Harry met Sirius was one of the most difficult evenings of his life. Not only did he learn Sirius was in fact innocent but the dampening potion Dumbledore had dosed him with almost got him killed. Furthermore Snape and the Minister both refused to believe what Harry and the two traitors told him believing Snape despite the fact that the man had been knocked out for the majority of the events. Of course Harry knew it was at Dumbledore's direction but that didn't stop Harry from plotting the greasy haired man's death.
Sirius may have been on the run but in the extra time Harry and Hermione had been directed to take once more at Dumbledore the great manipulator's subtle order, Harry managed to spell a letter that explained everything he could and who to trust. He ordered the man to go to the goblins if he had questions and they could explain better. He'd managed to slip the man the letter shortly after their daring rescue and didn't hear from his godfather again till just before the Weasely's picked him up for the world cup.
They made plans to leave the country the moment Harry came into his maturity and Harry had taken to wearing a mokeskin pouch under a disillusionment that connected directly to the coins within his trust vault as well as a custom made bow and arrows. He had taken to practicing archery in the Chamber of Secrets as a way to calm and focus his mind without expending his magic to the point of exhaustion.
Then there was the fanfare of the Tournament. It did have the added benefit of declaring him an adult and had he thought of that beforehand and had the history of the tournament not proven to be so bloody he may well have put his own name in as everyone seemed to think he had done already. The goblins began making quiet moves, and when Dumbledore did enquire as to why he no longer had access told him that the goblins had done a regular and mandatory security update and Harry himself would need to come in and give him access after proof that he was who he said he was. Though the goblins reported that the man was obviously angered he never approached Harry to try and regain access.
The goblins also told Harry that Sirius had officially made him heir Black and had to deal with a forged will of his own that fully cemented the fact that Remus Lupin was no longer the friend his godfather had once known and was not an ally. Because Harry had come into his maturity the plans they had made to leave the country were moved up. They would be leaving the day he arrived at station nine and three quarters. Voldemort coming back to the world of the living as a corporeal being however threw yet another wrench in their plans.
Harry finally convinced Sirius that no matter where Harry went in the world Voldemort would attempt to murder him so staying in England until the man was dead was the best move as they knew who a great majority of the Dark Lord's allies within the country more and could prepare themselves better. It took a bit of cajoling for Harry to calm the man down, and Harry agreed to look into self-defense classes within the muggle world over the summer and also find someone who could teach him swordplay. As the heir to not one, but two different major wizarding houses he was required to learn swordplay and as Sirius would be unable to teach him due to the watchful eyes that looked upon them both.
Harry had thrown himself into learning whilst maintaining his mask to find a way to defeat the man. The summer following his fourth year was one of the best he'd ever had. He'd mastered wandless magic, although he couldn't accomplish things that required extreme concentration such as fiendfyre or the delicateness of most healing spells, or at least he couldn't accomplish them yet. He disliked guns as a general given how many times Vernon had threatened to shoot him, but he was able to join a neighborhood archery club using the bow he'd bought with currency changed gallons.
In the beginning his glasses kept getting in the way and he had eventually caved into getting his eyes fixed the muggle way in surgery, replacing the lenses on his glasses with clear glass to wear when he was in the wizarding world. When he wasn't at archery the bow and his dragon skin quiver, that was expanded to hold as many arrows as he could stuff into it while still looking perfectly normal, was shrunk and placed within the mokeskin pouch invisible on his neck. He'd tried to learn swordplay from a twenty-two-year-old sword master in London but he'd failed miserably.
Thinking about his training he flashed back onto everything that had happened before this moment, before his seemingly dead body was carried across the grounds of Hogwarts by Hagrid. He didn't have the proper build to wield a long sword let alone a great-sword. The sword master recommended a small sword as his small waif-like build would be more suited to it being built for speed rather than strength. Unfortunately, the sword-master had little knowledge in wielding that weapon but he did his best to teach Harry and deemed Harry adequate although he recommended Harry find another to teach him.
On the other side Harry excelled under his tutelage with small blades such as, daggers and throwing knives. Within a single summer Harry could hold his own and sometimes even win their mock fights and Kurian had declared that he could teach Harry no more with the small blades, although he gladly agreed to help keep Harry up to par next summer. Harry readily agreed to continue on the next summer but also continued practicing in the chamber of secrets keeping his blades with his bow in the secret pouch.
After Sirius's death Harry no longer planned on himself living after the war. He wanted one thing, revenge. Revenge on the man with an obsession of killing a child, revenge on the greedy old man who had torn him apart to build him into the weapon he was, and revenge on the people who had destroyed his innocence before he even got to be the child he should still be. He had set up everything under a goblin spell that would release the evidence he had the moment he died. He hadn't expected to survive the killing curse a second time but he wouldn't waste it. He'd personally ensure the death of Voldemort.
Ever since Voldemort's resurrection Harry had thrown himself into learning whilst maintaining his mask to find a way to defeat the man and later after Sirius's death to help dull the pain, his fifth year had been horrendous. There hadn't been enough time to use their usual means of communication so Harry had been unable to ensure that Sirius was safe and that mistake ultimately resulted in his godfather's death.
The next summer Kurian held true to his word of helping Harry and even brought in someone in to help him learn the small sword. Harry did well enough but greatly preferred his smaller blades. Kurian helped him with hand to hand combat exercises that used his opponent's strength and weight against them. They found that as long as the fight didn't devolve into wrestling he could hold his own.
It was during one of these late nights nearing the end of the summer before his what would have been his sixth year, all of Kurian's other students had left and Harry had stayed behind to help him put away the mats and clean up that he lost his virginity when Kurian challenged him to an unarmed fight before they put the last of the mats away.
Harry had ended up with his back to the floor his hands held above his head and his legs wrapped around Kurian's waist to try and leverage himself into a better position when he realized he had a bit of a problem. He shifted to escape the lock and Kurian countered pressing his own pelvis down and Harry couldn't contain the soft moan that had escaped. Kurian had paused looking down at Harry's crotch without releasing his hold as Harry turned red and looked away to the side trying to avoid Kurian's eyes.
Kurian's pause only lasted another moment before slowly and deliberately this time, grinding his pelvis into Harry's. Harry gasped as his hips bucked involuntarily and he looked up at Kurian above him still flushed. Slowly Kurian continued grinding into Harry, releasing his wrists and running his hands down his arms and onto Harry's waist gripping harder as he ground into the lithe little body beneath him. Green eyes dilated in pleasure and lust as Harry bucked his hips up to meet Kurian's thrusts, lifting his newly released hands to clutch at the man above him. One had grasped at Kurian's loose t-shirt and the other clenched the back of his neck pulling him down into a heavy and lust filled kiss.
They continued kissing and grinding till Harry pulled his mouth away throwing his head back on the floor and mewling as he came in his loose sweat pants. When he came down from his high it was to his t-shirt being tugged over his head and he quickly helped Kurian undress himself and then returned the favor, cock already refilling and taking renewed interest in the events that were occurring. When they were both naked, they both lunged into kissing and rubbing once more Harry's cooling cum providing lubrication.
Kurian slowly kissed down Harry's body gathering up his cum in his fingers as he laved at the juncture of Harry's neck and nipped and lightly suckled Harry's nipples, Harry whimpering and mewling the whole way. Finally, he reached Harry's cock and grasped in one had whilst positioning one of Harry's legs over his shoulder before he slowly lowered is warm mouth onto the head.
Harry moaned and his hands scrambled to find purchase in the mat before one made its way into Kurian's hair who released a low rumbling moan himself. The moan reverberated through Harry's cock and Harry almost lost it again as a cum covered finger slowly rubbed against his rosebud. He clenched slightly in surprise and opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed and looked down as Kurian came off his cock with a soft pop.
"Relax," he'd said. "It'll feel weird at the start, but then it will feel really good," he moved up to kiss Harry, before heading back down his body to his cock once more. "I promise," and with that his mouth descended onto ridged flesh as a finger slowly sank into the nubile young body beneath him. Slowly Kurian opened Harry up, driving Harry higher and higher in pleasure swallowing Harry's seed as he came again and pulling out his fingers and positioning himself at Harry's entrance while Harry was still lost in the clouds and in one stroke thrusting himself in, letting out a groan, and holding himself still as his flesh was gripped in a hot channel.
Harry came back to himself at the sharp pain of Kurian's thrust. Breathing through his nose Harry willed himself to relax as he got used to the feeling of being filled.
"Move," Harry, whispered rocking his hips up whimpering slightly. Kurian rocked back before pulling out slightly and thrusting back in slowly giving out a low groan. Harry moaned reaching out to pull Kurian closer and kissing him as Kurian continued slowly thrusting into Harry's willing body. Harry pulled his mouth away and gasped for air thrusting his hips up hard.
"Please, Kurian, more, faster, oh merlin please harder," Harry gasped. Kurian answered slightly breathlessly,
"As you wish." Kurian let Harry's leg slid off his shoulder and grasped at Harry's hips pulling him up as he sat back lifting Harry up to his lap easily. He thrust up hard muscles in his back visibly clenching as he lifted Harry before pulling him back down on his cock. Harry helped him using is knees to raise himself before dropping down, hard flesh rubbing deliciously against the small bundle of nerves inside his channel. Harry moved faster and faster with Kurian working in tandem, Harry leaning his sweaty forehead against the other male's shoulder as he slammed himself onto the larger man's cock releasing his moans into Kurian's sweat slicked skin.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," groaned Kurian lowly as he thrust hard three more times before holding himself in Harry's hole as released. Harry whimpered at the feeling before mewling and releasing himself as Kurian stroked him twice. Harry remembered them laying there for an hour or two before getting up for another round in the change room showers.
Harry was brought out of his memories as he heard Neville snark back at Voldemort who chuckled and directed Hagrid to lay Harry at his feet by wand point. Harry had lost his wand when he had fallen to the killing curse but he didn't need it as he had one of his knives from a hidden sheath on his arm into his hand keeping the blade hidden as Voldemort spoke.
"Look at my feet, see your savior brought low, defeated by me…." As he began his monologue Harry rolled to his knees and stood thrusting the blade he held up under Voldemort's chin into the mad man's brain. Blood, red and warm ran out of the wound in a gushing flow and onto Harry's hands as he slid the blade out of flesh and stepped back saying,
"You always did talk to much." Harry turned towards the defenders of Hogwarts who were watching him with wide eyes. Some looking on with admiration and relief, and a few with well hidden anger and frustration. Harry turned back to the Death Eater's who were also watching in silence.
"Your Lord and Master is dead, the hypocritical half-blood you served is no more, dead at my hand with a simple muggle weapon," Harry said. Pops began to sound as the smarter Death Eaters began apperating away. Some like the fanatic Bellatrix and her husband and brother in law attacked instead and Harry showed off some of the skill he had kept so hidden for so long as he weaved around the spell fire and used his blade to thrust through ribs and slash at throats.
Finally, the last of the Death Eaters had either fled or were lying on the ground dead with their lifeblood coating Harry's rather red and ragged clothes. There was silence in the courtyard as Harry turned once more to the defenders.
"You're a monster," Hermione said quietly. But her voice carried clearly in the air and was heard by all. "There is blood on your hands, you are dark." Harry made a show of looking at his hands and clothing in an appraising way before looking back up at her and answering.
"So, I am. You know, I think red is my color." The whispered words of the killing curse reached his ears and for the third time in his life he was struck with its sickly green light.
Unlike the first time he died he didn't awake in the white version of Kings head but he could see and hear nothing, he couldn't even feel if he lay upon something. If this is death it is rather boring, Harry thought.
"Am I truly master?" came a voice seemingly from all around him. Harry twisted trying to see but finding no one.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Harry called out eyes still searching the darkness as he attempted to find his feet even though there was no floor.
"Oh Master you do so amuse me," said the voice all around him once more as what felt like a light finger brushed Harry's cheek. "I am Death, and I am all around you, and you," Death paused with a cold chuckle. "You are my Master." Harry wheeled around still searching for a face for a body for anything.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Harry hissed frustrated. Arms of black smoke wrapped themselves around Harry's torso and pulled him back into a hard chest. Harry struggled for a moment but for all the in corporealness of smoke it proved stronger than him.
"It means Master, you are mine and I am yours," said Death. Warm breath ghosted across the back of Harry's neck as he slowly relaxed in the warm grip of Death. "For eternity."