Emerald Ice
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the characters of the Harry Potter series belong to the lovely J.K Rowling. None of them or this world belong to me.
~Parseltongue~
[Letters, books, newspapers]
'mind speech'
"talking"
Hadrian James Potter sat in his tiny bedroom on Privet Drive and looked at the mirror in his hand. 'I look even more girly than I did before. It's a good thing that I'm an openly crossdressing fairy otherwise this would be a problem. It just wasn't so literal last night.' For now, it was literal.
On his back were delicate-looking transparent emerald and silver wings. Reaching up he pushed his long onyx hair away to touch his pointed ears. Shivering in sudden arousal he pulled his hands away quickly. 'I definitely will not touch them again. They are way too sensitive.' He smirked, 'I wouldn't mind Siri touching them though...'
Hadrian had just turned fifteen, and he had known that he was gay since he was a little boy. What had started as a punishment for burning the breakfast when he was five, turned into a lifelong love. You see, when Hadrian was five he had burned the eggs that would have been his family's breakfast. In a fit of anger and needless cruelty, his aunt went into the attic, put him into one of his dead mother's childhood dresses, and sent him to school; hoping that he would get in trouble and be bullied.
'It served the freak right,' she had thought. Hadrian however, loved the way the dress felt on him and liked feeling pretty, and after an incident wherein his Uncle had almost choked to death on a sausage and Hadrian had saved him with a burst of accidental magic, his Aunt finally had someone to dress up in frilly things. This somewhat led to his current dilemma.
"I am in love with Sirius Black, my godfather, who is twenty years my senior, and I don't care."
He breathed in deeply, feeling a bit better for saying it out loud.
Getting up from his bed, he took a moment to wonder about his wings, and, as if hearing his question, they melted into his back forming into an intricate tattoo.
Satisfied, Hadrian went into his dresser. Putting on his favorite pair of lacy black underwear, he took a second to savour the feeling of the lace slowly going up his naturally smooth legs. He loved the way it felt hugging his most intimate places, and he loved how he felt so naughty wearing risqué clothes under the almost pious wizarding robes. He loved these sorts of clothing, and was lucky he'd never have much of an aversion to the cold, that he in fact embraced it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to wear them at Hogwarts year-round. He put on his black and green ruffle skirt and corset and black leather boots. He then went down to make breakfast for his family.
Hearing his family come down, he smiled at his aunt.
"Good morning Auntie Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Duddie. Did you sleep well?"
Smiling a little at her nephew, who she learned to love, she replied, "Yes, Harry. We did. Why are you up cooking?"
Suddenly getting happier, her nephew said, "Remus is going to pick me up. And you know what that means?"
Grinning, Petunia answered, "More time to try to win over your man?"
"Yes," Hadrian answered with a smirk, "This year, he shall be mine!"
Pecking his aunt on the cheek, he set the breakfast down and the family sat down to eat.
At noon, the bell rang and after checking that his makeup was done, Harry went to open the door.
He put on a sexy smile before greeting their visitor.
"Hey Remi, are you ready?"
Chuckling at his cub's behavior, Remus said that he was. Grabbing his trunk, Harry kissed his aunt goodbye and left with Remus for Number Twelve.
AN: All revised chapters have been edited by the amazing YouSlyGriffindor. Please read and review.