Rated M for mature scenes.

When Harry is caught wondering at night he finds out a few things about his old professor he'd never have known otherwise. It comes at a great cost. Terrible, but great.

One more night

Harry always seemed to end up in these ridiculous situations. Something about him attracted trouble and tomfoolery of the deepest kind. Trudging along a dark corridor at 3am in the morning, covered by his invisibility cloak, Harry rather wondered if perhaps it was his inability to say no that was to blame. Ron had told him to do it. His fondly freckled best mate had winked and suggested he nip down to the kitchens to ask his good friend Dobby for the some free food.

"Harry," came a voice from behind him. He turned quickly, the hairs on his neck standing up and adrenaline coursing though his veins. Dumbedore was stood behind him, his half moon spectacles glimmering in what little light there was.

"Professor-"

Dumbledore put out a hand to stop him, "Ah ah, no my dear boy, let me speak. I see that you are putting that cloak of your Father's to good use."

Harry blushed, his hear still racing, "Yes sir, I'm sorry. I was just hungry and Ron said-"

"Mr. Weasley sent you? Ah, how fitting. You must have trouble saying no to your oldest and most loyal friend. You spend a lot of time together."

Blushing more, Harry looked down. "Oh no, we're just friends..."

Dumbledore nodded, "Forgive me, I was merely...curious." something seemed to glitter in the old man's eyes, something that stopped Harry's hear from regaining it's usual speed. He swallowed, "Am I in trouble, sir?"

The old man shook his head, "No, Harry. In many ways I was glad to see you frequenting the castle corridors so late. You remind me so of your father, Harry."

"But my mother's eyes..." Harry looked into the twinkling blue eyes of the man before him. His stomach swooped and he looked away, embarrassed. "You were close to them, weren't you? You really knew them...I just...I just feel so much closer to them knowing you knew them, if that makes any sense."

"Of course it makes no sense, but what is that to mean that it doesn't make entirely too much sense to yourself, Harry my dear lad." Harry took a moment, trying to figure out what his old professor meant. He made Harry feel so ignorant sometimes. Often he longed to be able to mentally keep up with the man 400 years his senior. "I knew Lily and James, yes. Very well... in fact, the three of us were lovers."

"You were?" asked Harry, stunned.

Dumbledore nodded with a dignified smile, "Yes. On many occasions we'd all pleasure each other. Why, I believe on occasions that very cloak you're wearing was involved." he added with a cheeky wink.

Harry's mouth fell open, his cheeks redder than ever and the blood racing somewhere very different now.

"You do remind me ever so much of both of them. The things I'd do for another night with them..." Dumbledore was lifting his eyebrows in an all too suggestive manner. Could it be that he was suggesting what Harry thought he was? Surely not...

Harry looked down at the ground, struggling to look his decrepit professor in the eye. When he looked back up, Dumbledore was stark naked and leant against the wall, his love stuck pointing to the starry skies of the Hogwarts ceiling. His eyes widened and he decided he's have to thank Ron for suggesting Harry eat something after all. It seemed that Albus Dumbledore was on the menu...