Chapter II

Brotherly Kiss

Harry entered the Burrow to the smell of cooking, Professor Dumbledore leaving him on 'urgent business'. He was surprised, however, that it wasn't Mrs. Weasley cooking. Instead a thin blonde woman was standing at the stove, singing softly in French. "Fleur?" Harry said confused.

She turned around and Harry saw that it was in fact Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons Champion during the Triwizard Tournament. Another reminder of Cedric, Harry thought quickly as the Frenchwoman enwrapped him in a hug. "Oh Harry!" She cried out. "It is so good to see you again!"

"Fleur—what are you doing here?" Harry asked, returning the hug.

She kissed his cheeks twice as she hugged him and said "Bill and I are getting married!"

"Oh," said Harry blankly. "Wow. Er— congratulations. Teach me. The voice said again. Harry ignored it.

"Bill is very busy at ze moment, working very 'ard, and I only work part-time at Gringotts for my English, so he brought me 'ere for a few days to get to know 'is family properly. I was so pleased to 'ear you would be coming—there isn't much to do, 'ere, unless you like cooking and chickens! Well—enjoy your breakfast 'Arry!" Fleur said, pointing to the French breakfast on the tables.

Harry sat down at the table and watched as Fleur finished. "I 'ate cooking," she said, "But someone 'as to do it."

"Mrs. Weasley usually does the cooking." Harry said, taking a bite of something he guessed was made with eggs.

"Zat woman!" Fleur said. "I love Bill but 'is mother is too much."

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"She is… 'ow do you say it? Overbearing! She's always criticizing me and our relationship." Fleur said. She shrugged and said "What do I care anyway, Bill is a grown man. He can do what he wants."

Harry just nodded as Fleur looked at him expectedly. Harry took a couple of more bites and noticed that a large orange cat was prowling around the kitchen, Harry recognizing him as Crookshanks. Hermione's already here. He thought to himself. Teach Me! The voice said again, causing him to frown. Why am I remembering that!?

A large shadow blocked the light behind him and Harry looked around and smiled when he saw Ron standing there. "Hey Ron!" Harry said, putting down his fork.

"Hey mate," Ron said, his eyes shifting a bit as if he's nervous. He sat down next to Harry and bit his lip. "Did you… um get my letter?" he asked as Fleur said good morning to him.

"Yeah, I did." Harry whispered back. Ron's face went as red as his hair and looked around. "Can we—can we talk about it? In my room? After breakfast?"

"Yeah, sure." Harry said, worried for his best friend.

Ron smiled and started eating as Crookshanks ran away. Soon, Mrs. Weasley walked in and said "Harry! I didn't expect you till morning! Where's Dumbledore?"

"He had urgent business to attend to, so he had to go." Harry said. Teach me! Harry tried to ignore the voice again and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Shame. Dark days these is." Mrs. Weasley shook her head. She looked at Fleur for a moment, before ignoring her just looking at Harry and Ron. She looked at the clock on the wall with the nine names of the Weasleys that Harry recognized, though he remembered it was in the living room. Mrs. Weasley had taken to carrying it around the house with her. Every single one of its nine hands was now pointing at "mortal peril."

"It's been like that for a while now," Mrs. Weasley said in an unconvincingly casual voice, "ever since You-Know-Who came back into the open. I suppose everybody's in mortal danger now…I don't think it can be just our family…but I don't know anyone else who's got a clock like this, so I can't check. Oh!"

With a sudden exclamation she pointed at the clock's face. Mr. Weasely's hand had switched to "traveling." Harry looked and noticed that Fleur exited the room when she noticed that Mrs. Weasley is ignoring her.

"He's coming!"

And sure enough, a moment later there was a knock on the back door. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and hurried to it; with one hand on the doorknob and her face pressed against the wood as she called softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes," came Mr. Weasley's weary voice. "But I would say that even if I were a Death Eater, dear. Ask the question!"

Harry looked confused and looked to Ron for answers. "The ministry gave this stupid rule about asking questions to make sure we're not Death Eaters in disguise."

"That sounds dumb," Harry said, "A Death Eater could just easily force the question and answer out if needed." Ron nodded his head, agreeing with him.

Mrs. Weasley sighed and asked "…Whay is your dearest ambition?"

"To find out how airplanes stay up."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the doorknob, but apparently Mr. Weasley was holding tight to it on the other side, because the door remained firmly shut. "Molly! I've got to ask you your question first!"

"Oh, honestly…"

"Molly!"

"Arthur, really, this is just silly…"

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone together?"

Even in the dim light of early morning, Harry could tell that Mrs. Weasley had turned bright red; he himself felt suddenly warm around the ears and neck as he looked towards Ron who started to noisily eat his food, trying to drown out her voice. Harry did the same.

"Mollywobbles," she whispered, mortified.

"Correct," Mr. Weasley said. "Now you can let me in."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door to reveal her husband, a thin balding man wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a long and dusty traveling cloak.

"I still don't see why we have to go through that every time you come home," Mrs. Weasley said, still pink in the face as she helped her husband out of his cloak. "I mean, a Death Eater might have forced the answer out of you before impersonating you!"

"Told you," Ron whispered to Harry.

"I know, dear, but it's Ministry procedure, and I have to set an example. Something smells good—what is that?" Mr. Weasley said, looking at the food Fleur made a moment earlier. Mrs. Weasley looked at the table and rolled her eyes. "Fleur." She spat out. "She must have done this. I keep telling you Arthur, Bill and that girl are moving too fast! Engaged already!"

"They've been dating a year," Ron added, his mouth slightly filled with food.

"That not long enough!" Molly said, turning quickly to Ron and Harry. "It's all because of that You-Know-Who business."

Mr. Weasley turned and saw Harry at the table. "Harry! We didn't expect you till later!"

They shook hands and Mrs. Weasley turned on the stove. "That French food won't fill you boys up," she said as she took out her wand and gave a few waves. "I'll make you a nice onion soup to warm you up." She smiled at Harry. Harry was about to deny, saying that Fleur's food was enough for his small body, but he remembered that the last time he said no to Mrs. Weasley's food, she just piled more on and watched as he ate it all.

"Thanks, Molly. It's been a tough night. Some idiot's started selling Metamorph-Medals. Just sling them around your neck and you'll be about to change your appearance at will. A hundred thousand disguises, all for ten Galleons!"

"Dad's got a promotion." Ron whispered in Harry's ear. Harry blushed when he noticed how close he and Ron were sitting, and how close Ron got to his ear, his lips only centimeters apart.

Harry nodded and bit his lip as he remembered a dream he had with Ron in it. Mrs. Weasley cooked the onion soup quickly and gave a bowl to Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley. "I have your room all set up," Mrs. Weasley said as she gave Harry a bowl of the soup. "You're sleeping in Fred and George's room, having it all to yourself."

"Where are they?" Harry asked.

Oh, they're in Diagon Alley, sleeping in the little flat over their joke shop as they're so busy," said Mrs. Weasley. "I must say, I didn't approve at first, but they do seem to have a bit of a flair for business!"

Harry couldn't help but yawn, and Mrs. Weasley said "Bed. Now! Ron, help Harry to bed would you? I'll have to put all of this away." She pointed to the leftover food and dishes.

Ron and Harry nodded and stood up, Harry suppressing a yawn as Ron led him to his room, instead of Fred and George's. Ron and Harry sat on his bed as Harry looked around, the walls still covered in Chudley Cannon posters. He looked towards Ron and noticed that his friend was very nervous, his hands fidgeting as the taller teen stared at them.

"Ron is there anything the matter—"

"I like blokes, Harry!" Ron said quickly. Harry stared at Ron in shocked silence, not sure if he heard his friend correctly. "I'm…I like blokes… I'm gay." Ron said more slowly. He looked at Harry, biting his lip anticipating Harry's answer.

"I—I" Harry said, processing what Ron said. He's gay! He's gay! Harry was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak. Ron looked horrid, scared that he made a terrible mistake. "I shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry, just forget about it—"

"Ron!" Harry said, getting his best friend's attention. Harry took a deep breath and said "I'm… I like blokes too."

"You do!" Ron gasped, "But what about that kiss? Last year with Cho Chang?"

"She did the kissing…" Harry said, "It was…awkward."

"Woah…" Ron said, leaning back against the wall. "My best mate's gay too." He chuckled. Harry started to chuckle too, and both friends started to laugh as they hanged onto each other, trying not to fall.

When the laughter died down a little, Ron and Harry looked at each other and smiled. "Since when did you know?" Harry asked softly.

"Err last year." Ron said, "Got a peek at Seamus in the shower… he has a very fine… you know."

"Uranus?" Harry joked, remembering something that happened in their third year.

Ron blushed and said "Yeah. Wouldn't expect it from him."

"I don't know," Harry said. "I remember seeing him and Dean in the showers, couldn't tell which was bigger." Both friends shared a perverted laugh, leaning closer to each other. They both gotten serious again when Ron asked, "How about you… when did you realize that you—"

"are gay?" Harry breathed. Ron nodded and Harry thought. "Fourth year. With all of Cedric's helping, I developed a big crush on him…"

"Oh… sorry mate." Ron said. Harry shook his head and said "It's okay. I'm past it now… I think. I kept thinking of other guys."

"Who?" Ron asked, nervous yet excited.

"You." Harry couldn't help but breathed out. The next thing he knew, he and Ron were kissing. It was perfect for Harry. Both boys closed their eyes as they succumbed to the lust their kiss had caused. Harry moaned as they opened their mouths, his and Ron's tongues automatically thrusting to meet each other, fighting for dominance. Ron pushed Harry down until he was on his back as Ron laid on top of him, his growing erection pushing against Harry's. Harry groaned as he submitted to Ron, Ron's tongue penetrating his mouth, exploring, claiming it as his. Harry loved this feeling, of having a strong, hard body on top of him as his senses go overload, his mind and thoughts flowing out as the only thing that mattered was the boy—man on top of him. Ron moaned loudly as he continued to kiss Harry, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting it gently, making Harry go crazy. "R-Ron!" Harry moaned as they started to kiss again.

"Harry," Ron groaned as they thrust against each other, their hard erections against pushing into each other, wet spots in their pants showing. "R-Ron!" Harry gasped, their hands moving quickly to their pants, trying to shove them off. Harry got his to his ankles, his hard cock pitching a tent in his boxers as Ron just stared, lust and fear in his eyes.

"Ron…?" Harry breathed, common sense slowly filtering back in. Ron shook his head and looked at Harry sadly. "I'm sorry mate, I can't do it. You're a bloody brilliant kisser, don't get me wrong. And you're very hot but… you're like a brother to me! It just feels weird now that I'm seeing it."

Harry felt a bit heartbroken but looked down at his underwear, a clear wet spot where his softening dick was. Yeah, Harry thought. It feels weird thinking about it. He looked at his tall, lanky friend and nodded. "It is a bit weird Ron." He said. "I mean, we always hang out and everything… you're like my older brother."

"Exactly!" Ron said. "And it's just weird kissing my younger brother—not that I didn't enjoy it but you know mate…" Ron blushed, clearly embarrassed.

Harry was embarrassed too and hid it with a yawn.

"Bloody hell!" Ron cursed, "I forgot I was supposed to show you to your room!"

"It's okay Ron," Harry yawned, taking off his shoes. "I'll just sleep in your bed. I've already slept in your room countless times." Ron nodded and said "Right well… I'll just see yeah later mate." Ron looked around awkwardly and Harry noticed that he was still hard. Harry couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He took off his clothes, taking out his trunk and returning it to its original size as he changed into a pair of pajamas. Ron and he said their "goodnights" and Ron left the room, turning off the lanterns and closing the curtains for Harry with a wave of his wand. Ron closed the door and in the almost darkness Harry closed his eyes, finally letting sleep take him after a long day. TEACH ME!

The air was dank and slightly humid; the sounds of dripping water surround Harry as he looked around the dimly lit space. As if being constructed before his eyes, he realized that he was in the Chamber of Secrets again, the statues of snakes raising up around him as he walked the straight pathway, random puddles filling up as he took each step, two streams of water following him on either side, joining into a singular, huge pool of murky water at the end of the walkway, before the giant figure of Salazar Slytherin. Harry looked around, half expecting the Basilisk to return as light started to appear. Torches Harry hasn't seen before on the statues burned a green fire as footsteps echoed down the Chamber. Harry looked down the chamber, his wand out and ready as the figure walked closer and closer to the gay Gryffindor.

"You!" Harry said, slightly surprised as the mysterious figure came into the light. A sixteen-year-old version of Voldemort stood in front of Harry, darkly handsome with his features and dark eyes, Voldemort smirked at Harry as he took another step forward. "We meet again Harry Potter." He said.

"What are you doing here?" Harry demanded. "I destroyed the diary!"

Voldemort just chuckled and tapped the side of his head with a finger, "You know exactly why we're here Harry. After all, you called me. Or at least, you've asked me to come."

"Is this a trick? Are you using Legilimency?" Harry asked, trying his best to remember his Occlumency lessons. Voldemort simply laughed, his cold voice sending chills down Harry's spine as he stepped closer. "Even if I was Harry, your efforts wouldn't work. I am simply too powerful. Even you have to understand that."

Voldemort reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand, however it wasn't Voldemort's wand. Instead it was Harry's wand. "What was it you said Potter?" Voldemort asked, still stepping closer to Harry, causing a mixture of emotions in him as he stared at the darkly handsome teenage boy. Fear, confusion, lust, anger, and a queer hope rushed around his mind and heart as he stared at the boy, looking the same as he was in the picture as well as when Harry met him in second year. "Ah yes. 'Teach me.' What is it Harry? What do you want me to teach you?"

In a split second, Voldemort seemed to travel twelve feet as he now stood directly in front of Harry, taller, broader than him. Harry felt a bit of intimidation combined with anticipation as Voldemort simply stared at Harry, his dark blue eyes meeting Harry's bright emerald. "I can teach you many things Harry," Voldemort said, his eyes burrowing into Harry's soul. Voldemort smirked as he leaned down, "Do you remember Potter? How we reunited two years ago?" Harry jumped back and blushed, his wand pointed at Voldemort.

"Shut up!" he said. "If you take another step I'll—"

"Do nothing." Voldemort said. "I know you Harry, you are curious aren't you?"

"About what?" Harry asked, glaring at the boy he's supposed to hate. Do hate. I do hate him. Harry thought, he killed my parents, and everyone else I care about.

"I may have done that, but still I know you won't do anything." Voldemort said. "In fact, Harry. There is one thing that you will do."

"As if I'll do anything for you!" Harry spat. Voldemort laughed and shook his head. "Such a stupid boy," He pointed Harry's wand at him and said "I could simply force you to do it Potter. It would be very easy. I wouldn't even have to cast a spell."

Harry stared at the wand and trained his onto Voldemort's chest. "Just shut up Tom!" he yelled.

"Tut, tut Potter." Voldemort said, walking up to Harry again, causing Harry to back away until he reached the end. "You will not call me by that name, Potter." Voldemort said, his voice getting low and angry.

"That is your name." Harry said, not knowing what else to say or do. "Tom Riddle! That's who you are!"

"Crucio!" Voldemort said. Harry felt intense pain as he crumbled to the floor, screaming. Voldemort simply smirked as he watched Harry wither in pain, his voice quickly growing hoarse from screaming, though he too was wincing slightly as if he was dealing with a migraine. He stopped the spell and said "Trust me Harry when I say I do not want to do this to you, but you need to be corrected."

Harry was still shaking from the spell as Voldemort stepped in front of him and bent down, grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulling the boy to his knees. "You will call me by my real name for now. But I expect you to call me 'Dark Lord' or 'Master' soon." Voldemort said, the pain Harry felt suddenly rushing away.

The pain gone, Harry went back to glaring at Voldemort and tried to push him away. "NEVER!" he yelled as he shoved Voldemort away.

Voldemort's dark eyes turned red as he glared at Harry. "POTTER!" he roared out, the torches going out and the statues and walkway seemingly disappearing, leaving only the statue of Salazar Slytherin and the small ending that they were standing on. Harry felt a dreadful pain in his head and he screamed as he fell to his knees again. "Stop it!" he yelled, reaching out for his wand. Voldemort made a violent slashing movement and Harry's wand disappeared. "I don't want to do this." Voldemort repeated, the pain numbing slightly. "Look at me." He commanded, "Look at me Harry, and I'll stop the pain."

Harry didn't know why he did it, but he looked up, his eyes meeting Voldemort's. The red was gone, replaced again by his handsomely brilliant dark eyes. A calming lull fell on Harry as they stared at each other, the Chamber of Secrets coming back into existence. Then Voldemort closed the distance and kissed Harry again, the same as with the dream two years ago. "I want you to buy a book Harry," Voldemort said. "I will teach you, but you have to buy the book first."

In the lull of his mind, and an actually budding interest and curiosity Harry nodded and said "Yes M—Voldemort."

Voldemort smiled and said "It's a very important book Harry, do you understand? It will explain everything." Harry nodded, a very small and distant want to please the boy in front of him sparking. "Good," Voldemort smiled, making Harry's heart flutter. "Mr. Ollivander is right Harry, you are made for great things, you just don't know it yet. Wake up now. You will know the book's title when you do."

Harry nodded and reluctantly watched as Voldemort disappeared, as well as the Chamber around him, returning Harry into complete darkness until his eyes opened and he looked around. He felt a peace as the Chudley Cannons posters greeted him, telling him that he's back in Ron's bed, back in the Burrow. He sat up and looked around, frowning at his dream. Was it real? He wondered, thinking back on it. He could remember it clearly and that both gladden and disgusted him. Why was he kissing Voldemort? Why did he like it? Why did he agree to him? Why did he almost call Voldemort his—no he can't think about it. Yet, the thought stayed, floating in the back of his mind where that small spark was still lit, the fire whispering seductively, as if Harry couldn't help but think about it. The tiny voice was saying a book title, over and over again until he acknowledges it. It must be the book he wants me to get, Harry thought. He tried to ignore it, yet that same curiosity and want rose up, the Gryffindor throwing caution to the wind as the spark spoke loudly.

Owle Bullock

Secrets of the Darkest Art

A/N: Short chapter, but important. Harry is getting closer to the slope, bit by bit. Next chapter: Diagon Alley, Draco Malfoy, and Harry goes shopping. Thank you all for you reading, favoring, and following this story as well the reviews! I'm sorry for the non-frequent updates, but life is demanding.

Kamui5: Thank you for the review, Harry will not immediately start following Voldemort, although he is in this chapter, but I'm pretty sure we all know who this "Voldemort" is. This story will be about Harry's descent into the Dark Arts and his rise in power because of it. In the future, he and Voldemort will be on the same "side" but I'll be putting my own unique touch to such a partnership.

Littlesprout: Here you go! I hope you're satisfied!

Simbarella: Harry is a gay teenager lol. He has needs such as everyone else, and he is quick to make crushes. Besides, most of his dreams were just kissing and cuddling.

Kigen Dawn: I hope you'll like all of the future pairs that will come in the future, as well as the new friendships that will naturally arise from such situations. Sirius Black will stay dead here, unfortunately, it's just easier that way lol. As to Bellatrix Lestrange and Peter Pettigrew? Well, you'll see. Trust me, it'll be good!