To fulfill a wish.
Disclaimer: If I did own Harry Potter, this story wouldn't very well be a bit AU, now would it? I own none of the characters that you have heard of only the ones that you have not.
This chapter contains self pleasuring. If easily offended please don't read.
Warning(s): warning this will eventually turn out to be SS/HP slash I suggest that people who might find that offensive should not read any further. Also, this is totally AU and my first Fanfic.
A simple request will change two lonely peoples life's forever
Prologue
(Part two nearly 2 years after graduation)
As the Order of the Phoenix sat gathered in the living room at number 12 Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore raised his wrinkled hand to quite the room, when all eyes were on him he began to speak "Tonight my friends, take your love ones in your arms and hold them tight, show them how much you love them and say to them everything that is needed to be said. Use this time wisely, mend old bridges, heal old wounds for after tomorrow who knows if you will ever get another chance." Dumbledore's eyes strayed over to the Weasley family however the look was ignored. "Now that we have confirmed the location of Tom Riddles lair we will leave at dawns light and catch them unprepared. Tomorrow the war will end one way or the other. I have no doubt there will be casualties so use tonight as if it was your last."
The silence in the room was deafening. Everyone had hope that the riff between the Weasley and Harry would eventually heal but that was not the case. Many were unaware what had transpired that fateful night when Harry was still at Hogwarts. Shacklebolt approached Harry and place a comforting hand upon his shoulder. Turning to face Kingsley, Harry smile and gave a reassuring nod. Kingsley not noticing that the smile never reached his eyes. Harry smiles had not reached his eyes for a very long time. Albus and Minerva McGonagall held each others hand knowing that this might be the last chance the Weasley's have to reconcile with Harry and yet they weren't going to take it. They would all leave to fight in a war and still Molly would not change her mind.
Walking together over to Poppy Pomfrey, Albus enquired about Harry's health." How did his scan go today Poppy?"
Poppy shock her head in a negative way and replied "very much the same, he is still very underweight; however his magic is stronger than ever. It is not his physical health that concerns me but more his mental health. He has not been the same since seventh year. I know you have a wizard's oath Albus, but I believe that it is doing Harry more damage not speaking about it. First he lost his parents than Sirius and than Molly cut him out of all the Weasley's lives. How many families does a young man have to lose until he loses it completely? Isn't there someway you could talk to Molly, Albus? I believe that even if Harry succeeds in killing Voldemort that he will not survive."
"Surely you don't mean suicide?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed. "Albus there most be something we can do for him. Lilly would be heart broken if we let that happen to her son, I really have failed her. I just can't seem to reach him anymore. It seems like he has closed himself off from everyone. Is there anything we can do to help" she question Madam Pomfrey.
"All that you can do is to let him know that are still people who love him and that want him to have a full and happy life." answered Poppy.
"Some of us love him differently to others, if only they would talk I believe two very lonely people's could be fulfilled" mumbled the Headmaster.
"What do you mean Albus why must you talk in riddles? Does Harry like someone? Is it Ginny Weasley or maybe Miss Chan from Ravenclaw?" Question Minnie McGonagall.
"It is not for me to tell my dear, I hope that a blind man will open his eyes and find he can see and look to what is in front of him" garbled the Head master.
Both ladies look at him and shook their heads.
Slowly making his way up to the master bedroom at Grimmauld Place, Harry couldn't help but think of Sirius. "Sirius" Harry sighed "why couldn't you take me with you? Why didn't I follow you through the veil? Help me Sirius I don't think I can bare this pain much longer".
Albus's words keep echoing in his head "take your love ones hold them tight." Silent tears slipped down his weary face, he had no one to love. Nobody could ever love a murdering freak like him.
"There is only one person that I have ever loved and he hates me so much. I know he trained me but not willing I bet, the headmaster had to offer him a lot to get him to do it. Why did my father have to be such an ass, if it wasn't for him may be he would love me. If I wasn't so ugly and skinny and look so much like my father. It would matter if I look liked my mum he will always hate me" Harry thought to himself.
Years of mental abuse left many unseen scares. Wrapping his thin arms around his middle, just to give himself a small amount of comfort, Harry could feel the dark veil of depression descending upon him. Harry snapping him self to attention "these types of thoughts won't help me I need to stay focuses just one more day and this weapon can finally rest."
Harry had no doubts that after tomorrow he would never be allowed to just slip into the muggle world, if he was victorious, everybody will want a piece of him. He will never be left alone. Nevertheless he had his own plans, what nobody knew was that Harry had been cashing in a large amounts of his gallons and trading them for pounds and placing them into a bank account in the muggle world. The only thing Petunia did right was to at least give him some identification in the muggle world. Who would have thought that his primary school records would help him now? In the last year and a half since he graduated from Hogwarts Harry sent himself through Muggle School were he graduated A levels with honors'. Harry has been accepted into The London University, were he is going to study education in hopes of becoming a teacher. When he taught the DA in fifth year Harry found he had a real passion for teaching and he hopes that when he becomes a teacher he will be able to help abused kids.
Hunting through the scrolls and papers scattered across his desk Harry found a blank piece of parchment and began to write on it. After an hour of space staring, Harry decided that maybe a quick shower would improve his thinking. Stripping of and staring at himself Harry let out a sigh. "Sweet Merlin I'm ugly. No wonder nobody wants to be with me. As He step into the shower he remember the horror of his sixth year when he finally work out he was gay.
Flashback sixth year.
It started with a dream. Harry woke with a start but couldn't remember any thing of his dream but by the mess in his bed he could guess what type of dream it was and that it had been a good one. Climbing out of bed carefully Harry tried not to wake any of his roommates. Heading straight to the shower Harry stripped down fast and throws the soiled pajamas into the hamper. Harry whistled as he climbed under the warm spray. Closing his eyes and turning his head into the spray, flashes of the dreams started playing in his mind. Large, smooth hands, long dark hair, big strong arms, broad shoulders, narrow waist and a large erect penis.; Harry quickly opening his eyes and shaking his head "What the bloody Hell" A strong throbbing in his groin startled Harry. "Ignore it just ignore it and it will go away" Harry keep repeating in his head. He again shut his eyes and again his active mind supplied him with a picture of a large throbbing Penis. Without noticing his right hand strayed down and began pleasuring him. Slowly dragging his hand along his shaft Harry body shivered with anticipation. Felling a dull ach in his sack Harry knew that it wouldn't take much. His mind supplies him pictures of a nice strong body with jet black hair and the most incredible hands ever. With a low keening noise, Harry ejaculated and collapsed onto the shower floor panting heavily.
It took a few more of those dreams and one disastrous date with Cho Chan before he worked out the male body gave him much more pleasure to watch than females. Not that it ever did him any good. Harry was frightened that people would start rumors about him and after all the publicity surrounding him after the tri wizard tournament he was glad to stay away from anything or anyone that would sell him out. Not having grown up in the wizarding world and knowing all what is and isn't acceptable, Harry was unsure how homosexuality was viewed. When he finally worked out that it was very common and wizards are attracted to compatible magic rather just the sex of a person. Growing up in a abusive household Harry had no confidence left and the one person who he dreamed about most night was very unattainable. As most young people are leaning the fine art of dating and sex, Harry was learning how to cast unforgivables.
Climbing out of the shower and with a quick flick of his wand, Harry was dry and pulled on his boxer shorts. With a fire roaring in the hearth Harry had no need for anymore clothes. Sitting back at his desk Harry immediately started to write out his will. When Harry had come of age in the wizarding world he received a letter from Gringotts Wizarding Bank informing him of all his holding, monies and other assets left to him by his parents and more recently his God father. Currently Harry was one of riches wizard in Britain and possible all of the United Kingdom. Though as rich as he is, Harry's will was only one parchment long. He knew what he wanted in his will and now that it was on paper Harry was sure he had made the right decision.
Sitting in another room at Grimmauld Place was none other than Severus Snape, most feared, and but more importantly most misunderstood Professor at Hogwarts. Severus was reflecting on what Dumbledore had said. Could it be true, could tomorrow really be the end of twenty plus years of misery. Finally, after all these years there seem to be light at the end of the tunnel. Would he now be able to seek love? He had been suppressing those soft emotions for so long, and now knowing that maybe he might have a chance at love. Would he even be game to approach the one person in the world that he knows he would truly be happy with? Sitting in a high wingback chair Severus was enjoying the roaring fire. Dress only in his dark emerald sleep pants, Severus was thinking about all possibilities of the future.. Contemplating whether to go to bed or not, his thoughts were interpreted by a knock. "Strange" muse Severus "I would have thought that Albus would be curled up with Minnie by now." "Enter" he called.
Author note: I am sorry but there are still at least 2 more Prologues chapters before the real story starts. If they weren't necessary for the story I wouldn't put them in. I was hoping to rush through them but I was told not to by people reviewing my story and I feel that if they take the time to review than I should take there opinion seriously.