Hullo Gentle Readers!
It is I, ME! LoL. So, I finally edited this story so it would atleast APPROACH decent. Now, I have a few issues to get across to you, then you can be on your way and enjoy my story. Firstly, note that, indeed, this is a spin off of my other story, Harry Potter and the Closure of the Prophecy. This story came to me while I was writing CoP, or more accurately, talking to my friend ABOUT my writing CoP. She inspired Opaque Juliet first and foremost, and I'll dedicate that chapter to her when it comes round. But, ok, so you don't get confused, here I go; This is a SPINOFF. . Now I know these chapters seem centered around sex and homosexuality, but, oh well. Deal with it! Or don't read it.
Ok. Secondly,there is a song at the beginning of each chapter. Thats simply for mood music. If you have the song, listen to it, if you don't, download it. Haha, just kidding. The song's are just an added bit of fun. Don't worry about them too much. Oh, and the breakers are supposed to be wands, but is being a ponce and not showing the sparks. Oh well, use your imagination.
THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SLASH (GUY-GUY RELATIONSHIPS), INCEST AND SEX. EACH CHAPTER IS PROPERLY RATED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
'Halo' Oleander
(Spin off from Harry Potter and the Closure of the Prophecy)
Takes place just after "Explanations"
Summary: Remus Lupin takes pride in his ability to overcome the animal instincts that threaten to take hold of him when he transforms from man to werewolf. But what happens when he can no longer deny the hunger for human flesh? Especially when it happens to be the young flesh of a certain Godson...
( STRICT R RATING for mature content)
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A man with tawny hair and a slender frame wandered through the parlor of a large and grand house; The House of Black. Remus Lupin was still young but his premature gray hairs and frown lines gave people the impression he was somewhere in his late 40s, when in reality he was in his late 30s. He gave a tired sigh and crossed from the extravagant parlor into the library, hoping to find solace, and indeed found it.
Nestled on the ottoman in-between two large throw pillows, was his Godson, Jimmy Potter.
A strapping lad of seventeen, Jimmy was the embodiment of everything Remus missed from his own school days. A wild sprit, Jimmy was, with enough energy to light London for a decade. His piercing green eyes looked exactly like his brother, Harry's. If it wasn't for the short, wildly spiked hair, the older man wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Especially now.
The boy was engrossed in a rather thick book, his reading glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he eagerly turned a page. Remus had to grin as he made his way over to the boy as quietly as possible.
Jimmy had picked out a comfortable looking spot that faced the fireplace, and was completely oblivious to the fact that he now had company. The older man waltzed around the corner of the sofa and sunk into its cushions gratefully. Like clockwork, Jimmy scooted over, never tearing his eyes away from the pages, and settled into his Godfather's arms.
Remus gave a soft sigh, hugging his boy to him happily.
Jimmy snuggled his head into Remus' chest, and paused his reading to look up at him," Long night?"
"Longest ever," Remus mumbled, his face now engulfed in Jimmy's wild and chaotic raven hair. Sea water and apples. Jimmy must've just bathed.
"How did it go?" Jimmy inquired, squirming to get a comfortable position, propping his book up on Lupin's lap.
"The usual."
Now, they were both referring to Remus' most recent task. An exhausting job of both taking care of the manor and running on missions for the Order of the Phoenix. Jimmy's new presence in all of it seemed to bring relief to the older man. He was a mixed blessing. But Remus knew he was more of a gift than a curse. Harry could hardly be seen without a smile on his face, his twin brother practically a fallen angel in his eyes. Remus had to agree. Young Jimmy Potter was an absolute angel, everything he had hoped he'd turn out to be.
"Going to bed soon?"
Lupin gave a half-hearted shrug, unable to bring himself to dislodge the boy's head from his shoulder. Suddenly, the blonde stiffened, his muscles refusing to give even an inch. For Jimmy's hand had rested itself on Lupin's inner thigh. Granted, the boy probably had no idea, already back to his book, but the contact was sending Remus into an internal frenzy.
'Its ok, you twit. Its just Jimmy...Why are you so jumpy?' He scolded to himself.
Jimmy's hand made an awkward shift, brushing against the werewolf's crotch as he simply turned his page. In an instant, Lupin was on his feet and scurrying out the door mumbling something about indigestion and horse radish.
Jimmy blinked, puzzled, then returned to his book brushing off his Godfather's antics. He would just never understand old people.
Lupin raced to his bedroom and didn't bother to pause until he had his back pressed against the inside of his closed door. Why was his heart beating so fast? Why was his stomach having trouble settling down? Why couldn't he shake from his mind the look of bewilderment on Jimmy's beautiful face ?
Before he could think anymore, Remus piled himself into bed and forced himself into an uneasy sleep.
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The next morning found Remus slinking into the kitchen, his hair a knotted mass of ash-blond. His eyes barely registered someone shoving a cup of coffee into his hands and guiding him to a seat. He grunted as he took his first few sips of caffeine, sighing as it filtered into his system.
"Sleep well?"
Lupin almost choked on his mouthful as he recognized the voice as Jimmy's," What're you doing up so early?"
"Ah, Harry kept me up with his that friggin' dog, " Jimmy shook his head and settled in the chair opposite Remus.
Max was an eager and friendly golden retriever that Harry had inherited from his late girlfriend. Though he was a generally good dog, the animal did cause many a headache with his much too cheerful demeanor.
Lupin chuckled," No need to elaborate...Its actually nice, to have company this early in the morning."
Jimmy smiled and took a sip from his cup.
Remus couldn't help but notice the boy's strong yet graceful fingers as they laced around his mug. He took tentative sips, as if the liquid was either too hot or he wanted the drink to last longer. He looked exactly like James and Harry, it was simply eerie. Except the fact that Jimmy didn't wear his glasses full time and his hair was always standing up from the gel he used to tame it , though at the moment it portrayed the normal Potter mess, Jimmy was a spitting image of his father. Remus' gut gave an ache as he shifted his eyes away from the handsome face and onto a sleek neck sliding down smoothly until it disappeared underneath a t-shirt.
He shouldn't be looking at his Godson this way...It wasn't right...But.. he couldn't help it.
Jimmy frowned and reached across the table to place his hand over the worried looking man's, " You alright?"
"Umm hmm...Just..just tired..."
Remus rose from the table and left Jimmy, once again, looking puzzled.
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Remus ran a hand through his fine tawny hair, stalking down the hallway towards the bathroom. After spending an entire afternoon punishing himself for the hideous thoughts coursing through his brain, he finally felt the effects of the morning cup of coffee. He had refused to exit his room under any circumstances. Tonight at midnight, Harry and Jimmy would be leaving for Hogwarts, so, all he had to do was avoid Jimmy until then and he'd be all set. The thoughts would vanish and it'd turn out to be just a fluke. For the idea of Remus harboring anything but fatherly feelings for the young Potter was simply absurd. He was James' boy, for Merlin's sake! What would James think? Sirius? Or even Jimmy for that matter. He was supposed to be Jimmy's guardian, he was entrusted to this task because James believed him to be trustworthy. Thinking scandalous thoughts about a seventeen year old( despite how handsome he was) was definitely NOT being trustworthy.
Remus gave an exasperated sigh and walked into the bathroom. Stopping dead in his tracks, he bumped into the person he'd been avoiding all day.
Jimmy was busying himself at the sink, furiously scrubbing his hands. Lupin walked over, curiosity getting the better of him," What're you doing?"
Jimmy looked over, surprise fading away into annoyance," Stupid Harry. He was doing some homework he forgot to do and I was leafing through my new books. I ACCIDENTALLY spilled his ink bottle when I had reached for my Arthimancy text and he went all berserk . Next thing I know, we're doing a Star Wars with our quills."
Lupin leaned over to examine the damage and found himself both amused and concerned. The tops of Jimmy's hands were an angry red, faint traces of ink peeking through. It appeared Harry had somehow managed to scribble a crude picture of a cartoon character with its tongue sticking out. The squibbles of spiky hair on the guy made it obvious that it was meant to be Jimmy. Without knowing what he was doing, Lupin had reached over and was gently brushing his fingers across the raw skin.
" I'll have to have a talk with that boy. Wasting ink like that..."
Amber eyes met with emerald. Before he could stop himself, Lupin trailed light fingers down the brunette's cheek, watching the skin flush beneath his touch. He trailed his fingers down a sleek jaw, and a smooth neck, panning his hand out over the broad shoulder. Muscles jumped beneath his palm and he had a sudden urge to see those muscles, to make them writhe beneath that tanned skin even more.
Lupin was besides himself with desire, the scent wafting into his ultra- sensitive senses, making his primal instincts prickle like they hadn't in SO long. It was all too surreal. Feeling warmth beneath a thin t-shirt, noticing how the boy trembled but didn't pull away as he leaned in. The boy's body gave a jolt as the werewolf's lips grazed across a bare collarbone. He closed his eyes and drunk in the soft intake of breath.
Remus parted his lips and took in more of the sweet skin, nibbling and teasing it. Jimmy exhaled shakily, pressing further into the man's arms until they were pressed flush against one another. His attraction was this thick, heady thing wafting in the air, and it was this that made the blonde groan in satisfaction. Jimmy pushed his hips against the other's, snaking his hands up the lean back before locking on the shoulder blades.
The man dragged his mouth up the brunette's neck, lightly nipping at a soft ear lobe. Jimmy gave a delicious grunt and became butter in his embrace. Lupin took that tender piece of flesh into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue. The young Gryffindor purred, his nimble hands moving up to tangle through tawny locks. Remus shuddered, gliding a hand up slender hips and tugging at the hem of his shirt. In one fluid motion, Jimmy's shirt was on the ground and Remus drunk him in.
The skin that lay there was nothing like he'd expected. Too soft to belong to a boy's, too smooth to hold any strength beneath it. But low and behold, muscles flexed as the werewolf brushed his fingertips up along the flat stomach and up across a firm chest. He could tell now that the boy's body was different from that of his brother's. Quidditch and Quodpot had developed the muscles beyond slim and lean, making it certain that Jimmy was probably a Beater or a Chaser. There was a great deal of strength behind those ginger hands, and Remus desperately wanted to discover it.
With a strangled groan, Remus moved the boy back, pinning him against the sink. Jimmy hoisted himself onto it, parting his legs and pulling the blonde to him once again. Remus ground his hips into the brunette's, smiling at the soft moan he elicited. Using quick, deft fingers, the man unbuttoned Jimmy's jeans and guided the zipper down, parting the flaps like a Christmas present. Jimmy arched against his eager hands, his head tilting back to expose his neck to Remus' anxious mouth. Fingers crept beneath the jeans and a heat he had never known was inches from his grasp.
Gently, the blonde wrapped his fingers loosely round the hardened flesh over the boxers, prompting a deep hiss from Jimmy. The boy arched further, his hands gripping the sides of the sink beneath him. Slowly, but firmly, Remus rubbed his hand against the quivering organ, coaxing low, throaty moans from the flushed brunette. He could feel his own arousal straining against his pants, begging for attention. As if he heard the man's thoughts, Jimmy reached down and cupped the stiff erection through Remus' jeans. Lightly, he dragged his fingernails across the throbbing bulge, making Remus press harder into him.
He vaguely felt his shirt being pushed from his shoulders, tender hands brushing down his chest and tracing years worth of scars into oblivion.
The touch was like heaven, so eager and willing to please. So skilled, yet so innocent . Then it was on his zipper again, slowly pulling it down and guiding his jeans off his hips. He didn't know what made him do it. Maybe it was the haze of passion wearing off or maybe it was the fruity scent on the air jarring his senses in a symphony of Wrongwrongwrong. Whatever the case, Remus had darted his free hand out and clutched Jimmy's wrist. Pulling away, he looked down into confused jade eyes.
He couldn't do it...He just couldn't...
He hastily backed up, pulling his jeans back on, his breathing still heavy and uneven. With one last look, Remus fled from the bathroom, stumbling past a puzzled Harry as he raced back to his bedroom. There, he flung himself at the wall, taking out his frustrations and ignoring the concerned questions being asked on the other side of his door.
He punished himself well into the night, the image of rejection and hurt planted across Jimmy's young and flushed face all the torture he would ever need.
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Remus lay on his back, his body sinking into the thick covers of his bed while he tried to drown himself in the darkness of his room. With a sigh, he rolled onto his side, curling up miserably to a cold pillow. Though he deserved his misery, he hated it. Already, the memory of Jimmy's warm body pressed against his was beginning to haunt him. Screwing up his face, Remus tried with all his might to fight back tears, but failed miserably. Hot, frustrated and shameful tears. Too busy with his own grief, the ash-blonde didn't even notice when his door creaked open and a figure crept in cautiously.
"R-remus?"
Remus shot up in bed, his loose tawny mane crowning his face, tumbling across his bare shoulders.
Jimmy inched forward, his sweatshirt and jeans hanging sickeningly perfect on his frame. The two men regarded eachother for several long moments, neither daring to voice his thoughts. Then Remus sighed, throwing the covers of his bed to one side. Jimmy crossed the room and crawled in, curling up to the older man's body. His hand immediately latched onto the werewolf's side, his cheek nestled on the blonde's chest.
"I'm sorry..."
Remus frowned, burying his face in gorgeous coal locks," I should be the one apologizing."
There was silence, and then," I love you, Remy."
"I love you too, Jim." He closed his eyes and pretended that a different James was in his arms. Just for a little while. Just...just one more time...