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***HP
Collapsing to the side, Bill pulled the sheet over both himself and his naked lover. "You alright?" he asked, still panting and trembling slightly. Sex with Harry was incredible!
All Harry could do was nod until he could catch his breath. Charlie and him hadn't returned from the sanctuary until right before bedtime, and as soon as he made it to his bedroom, Bill had tackled him from behind and tossed him onto the bed. Bill didn't waste much time on foreplay, he used magic to prepare him them took him from behind.
"I missed you last night," Bill said, carding his fingers through Harry's damp hair. "I don't know what I'm going to do when your dad's pick you up."
Harry leaned into Bill's soothing touch, grinning. "I missed you too, Bill. Maybe you could start officially courting me when I return home," he suggested hopefully.
Bill thoughtfully nodded his head. "I'll think about it." At seeing Harry's smile falter, he quickly added. "It's not that I don't want to court you, it's just I love having you all to myself. If we start officially courting, it's going to be in every paper and reporters are going to hound me everywhere I go. I just wanna keep us a secret for now."
Harry sadly turned onto his side away from Bill. He understood where Bill was coming from, but it still hurt. Was there something wrong with him? Was Bill ashamed to be seen with him?
"Hey, don't get upset," Bill said, rubbing Harry's back. "We won't keep it a secret forever, I just want to keep you all to myself for now."
"I understand," Harry whispered into his pillow, hiding his tears from Bill. "I'm just tired." He wanted the world to know that he was with Bill Waesley, why didn't Bill feel the same about him?
Bill kissed Harry on the back of his neck. "Get some sleep, love. We will talk more about it tomorrow."
***HP
"Harry dear, don't you want to discuss it with your fathers before sending the registration forms in? Being a dragon handler is a very dangerous job?" Molly said kindly. She was terrified when Charlie had decided to study dragons, but at least he was a big and strong lad. Harry was small and delicate looking, it wouldn't take much for a dragon to hurt him.
Harry looked up from the paperwork he had been filling out. "My dads have encouraged me to follow whatever career I desire. They know that one of my choices was working with dragons, Remus even bought me a few books about dragons and the different jobs there are working with them."
"I know dear, it's just dragons are so big and dangerous and you're so..."
"Small," Charlie chuckled, taking a seat across from Harry and giving him a wink. "Mom, size has nothing to do with dragon handling. It's not like I could walk up to a dragon and win a hand to hand fight with him. It has to do with magic, and Harry is more magically powerful than anyone at the sanctuary. He will do great as a handler."
"I'm not small!" Harry growled, playfully kicking Charlie in the the shin under the table.
"If you say so," Charlie chuckled, breaking off a piece of his toast and chucking it at Harry.
"I thought we were going to be Auror partners," Ron pouted, stabbing grumpily at his eggs.
"I'm sorry," Harry said looking to his best friend. "Ron, you have what it takes to become a great Auror. You're brave and smart and not a single person at Hogwarts can beat you at a game of chess, not even Dumbledore. You are meant to be an Auror...I'm not. I'm brave only when I need to be and I wouldn't have survived my first encounter with Voldemort if it hadn't been for you and Hermione. Everyone thinks I'm this great wizard, but I'm not. Professor Mcgongall was right, I only survived everything out of sheer dumb luck. I don't want to spend my life fighting."
"I guess I understand," Ron said, blushing from the compliments that Harry had given him. "As long as you're happy. Still, Romania is so far away, I will never see you."
"I was thinking the same thing," Bill said, sipping at his cup of coffee while staring darkly at his untouched breakfast. He really didn't like the idea of Harry becoming a dragon handler. "Why don't you look into becoming a curse breaker? It's a dangerous job, but at least we won't have to worry about a dragon eating you."
Harry was still feeling a little sore over last night. It hurt that Bill wanted to be with him but not tell anyone. "I'm not smart enough to become a curse breaker," he said, not looking over at Bill.
"Hey!" Charlie cried. "Are you saying that dragon handlers are dumb?" Charlie didn't miss the tension between Harry and his brother, nor how upset and hurt Harry looked. He knew that the two had spent the night together and he couldn't help but wonder what happened for Harry to look so sad.
"I think it takes a certain lack of brains to willingly go into a pen with a fire breathing dragon," Harry joked, smiling up at Charlie.
Charlie pointed his finger at Harry like he was going up say something, then shook his head laughing. "You got me there."
Bill couldn't help but feel jealous over how easily Charlie and Harry could goof around with each other. He was probably overreacting, but there were times where he thought that Charlie's love for Harry was a lot more than just brotherly.
"Maybe you should think about it some more," Bill said, taking a seat next to Harry and bumping his knee against his. "You said that you were giving healing some thought. I think you would make a wonderful healer...especially for children. From what I understand, Poppy plans to retire in a few years. I know how much you love Hogwarts, maybe she would apprentice you so you can take her job when she leaves."
Harry finally looked at Bill and slowly nodded his head. "Tha-That's a good idea. I guess I can give it some more thought." It was a good idea, but he really wanted to work with dragons. Bill and Ron were right though, he would be far away, and how was he going to maintain a relationship with Bill if he was all the way in Romania? Becoming a healer wouldn't be so bad.
Bill ginned at Harry and squeezed his knee under the table. Not only were dragons too dangerous for Harry, but Romania was too far away. He couldn't bare to be so far away from Harry and he couldn't transfer to another Gringotts location since he just recently transferred here. He would have to wait at least another five years before the goblins would approve of another transfer.
Charlie wanted to reach across the table and punch his brother in the face. Couldn't he see how badly Harry wanted to work with dragons? Harry was only agreeing with Bill because he didn't want to upset him. Damn Harry for always putting everyone else before himself. How could his brother be so fucking selfish?
"Harry, this is a big decision that will affect the rest of your life. You need to pick a career that you will be happy with ten to twenty years down the road." Arthur said seriously. "Don't let anyone else make this decision for you." He wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on between his eldest and Harry, he also knew that Charlie was in love with the boy. He didn't know how this was going to play out, but he was sure that it was going to get ugly at some point...especially when Ginny found out. His daughter had been in love with Harry
Potter since before she had even met him thanks to Molly and her stories about The-Boy-Who-Lived. He had known for a few years now that Harry wasn't interested in girls, hell, Ginny had been throwing herself at him all summer and he had been ignoring her.
"Dad's right, Harry," Charlie said, glaring at his older brother. "You still have a couple months before you have to submit the registration forms, give it some thought."
Harry gathered up the papers and stood up. "Thanks. I think I'm going to put these away then go for a walk."
"Would you like some company?" Bill asked eagerly.
"Nah, I'm good," Harry said, leaving the room without looking back. What he wanted was Remus and Sirius to talk to. He couldn't wait for them to return home.
***HP
It was his last night with Harry and he was going to make it special for his lover. He wished that he could give Harry what he wanted and officially court him, but he just wasn't ready for such a big step. Courting in the wizarding world was a big deal and almost always ended up in a bonding. He knew now that he loved Harry, but he wasn't ready to be bonded. Harry himself was still in school and not ready to be bonded. They had plenty of time after Harry graduated to court and bond.
Lighting the last candle, Bill looked around the room to make sure everything was just right. He had lit candles scattered throughout, fresh fruit and chocolate, flowers and a special gift in his pocket. Now all he needed was Harry.
These past couple weeks with Harry had been amazing. It seemed everyday he fell more in love with him. Then there was the sex...sweet Merlin it was the best sex ever. Despite still being shy in bed, Harry had come a long way. It was almost impossible for him to keep his hands to himself when other people were around. Every chance he got he was sneaking off with Harry, pulling him into the bathroom, taking him in his father's shed up against the wall, or any other hidden place he could find. Harry was eager to please him too, and would go to his knees whenever he asked.
Bill grinned when Harry quietly snuck into the room, his trademark blush covering his face. "Wow, Bill, it looks beautiful in here."
"It's our last night," Bill said, pulling Harry into his arms. "I wanted to make it special for you."
Harry got up on his toes and kissed Bill on the lips. "Thank you, this is amazing."
Bill reached into his pocket and pulled out a burgundy velvet box. "I know that I upset you when I said that wasn't ready to court you, and I'm deeply sorry for that. It's me not you. I love you so much, Harry. I wanted to give you this though, it's a promise ring. It means that when I am ready, you are the one that I want to bond with and spend the rest of my life with. I have every intention of starting the courting process the day after you graduate."
Harry happily took the small box with tears in his eyes. With trembling hands, he opened the lid and gasped at the beautiful ring that was inside. It was a stunning emerald ring that looked like it was glowing.
"It reminded me of your eyes." Bill admitted, taking out the ring and sliding it on Harry's finger "When I saw it, I just knew that I had to get it for you.
"It's beautiful, Bill," Harry muttered, holding his hand out and gazing at the beautiful ring.
"Is that a yes then?" Bill asked anxiously. "Will you accept my ring as a promise to start courting this June?"
"Yes!" Harry cried, lunging at Bill and wrapping his arms around him.
Bill easily picked Harry up and carried him to the bed, the fruit and chocolate forgotten.
***HP
Charlie opened the lid on his old wooden box and gazed down at all the purple and silver feathers he had collected from the bathroom the past few weeks. There was no doubt in his mind that they had come from Harry. He had found a single feather in his shower back at his hut after Harry had showered there. Since then he had made it a habit to go in the bathroom after Harry showered to look for feathers. He had at least a dozen beautiful feathers now.
Being an expert on magical creatures, he had a pretty good idea what was going on. Harry must have come into a creature inheritance on his seventeenth birthday and that would explain why Sirius had pushed his party back a day. He just couldn't figure out what creature he had turned into. He had never seen feathers like these before so he must be something incredibly rare. Whatever it was, Harry was keeping it a secret and he wasn't going to say anything to anyone. He did need to find a way to discreetly warn Harry to be more careful with his feathers in the shower though. It wouldn't take long for his secret to travel through Hogwarts if someone else was able to put two and two together.
Closing and locking the lid, he took a seat on his bed and put his head in his hands. It was killing him knowing that Bill was in his room right now making love to Harry. He wanted to be happy for his brother, Harry was an amazing and beautiful person, but he had loved Harry for so long. He took the job at Hogwarts just so he could be close to Harry and get him to fall in love with him. Now he was going to have to sit back and watch as Bill got his deepest desire...Harry.
***HP
"You ready for tomorrow, cub?" Remus asked walking into his son's room.
Harry finished stuffing the last of his belongings into his trunk then looked up grinning at his dad. "Yup, ready to get this last year done and over with. Don't get me wrong, I love Hogwarts, but I'm ready to be done with school."
"I felt the same as you," Remus chuckled.
"Not me," Sirius said, flopping onto his son's bed. "I enjoyed school."
"You enjoyed pranking," Remus grumbled.
"That too," Sirius grinned mischievously. "Old Minnie was happy to see James and I out the castle gates. I think I even saw her dance a little jig out of the corner of my eye."
Harry giggled at his dad. "Dumbledore told me that the staff threw a party when you guys left."
"Oh, pup, that hurts," Sirius cried over dramatically. "I'm sure a day doesn't go by where Minnie doesn't miss us."
Remus took a seat beside his son, none to gently shoving Sirius out of the way. "We got some serious stuff to discuss with you before you leave."
Harry nervously looked between his two dads. He hoped they hadn't found out about Bill, they would be disappointed if they knew that he hadn't waited until being bonded to have sex, or at least have a courting contract.
"Harry, your fairy inheritance is nothing to be ashamed of," Remus explained, "but it's imperative that no one finds out. If the wizarding word knew that you were a fairy, you would have every single witch and wizard for thousands of miles flocking to get their hands on you. Being a male submissive makes you even more desirable."
"But why?" Harry asked. "What is so important about that."
"Well, male submissive's were the most magically powerful of all the fairies, and since fairies are more powerful than wizards, it makes wizards desire them even more. Male submissive's are rare even in fairies because it takes an exceptionally magical male to be able to carry and birth a child."
"Excuse me?" Harry squeaked loudly. "Did you say birth a child?"
Remus took Harry's hand in the hopes of keeping him calm. "Harry, male submissive's can get pregnant. Their pregnancy is completely sustained by magic, that's why male submissive's are so rare. It isn't often that a fairy is born with that much magic."
"It is said that their child will also be incredibly powerful too because it spent nine months living off the submissive's magic." Sirius added. "Harry, there isn't a pureblood family out there that wouldn't want fairy blood in their lines...even Malfoy. Do you see why now you must be extremely careful?"
Harry absently nodded his head. He couldn't believe that he could get pregnant. He knew that wizards could get pregnant with the help of potions that basically turned their insides to a woman, but he had no clue that a male submissive could get pregnant naturally. What was he going to do? He just spent weeks having sex with Bill.
Remus shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "Cub, I would like to teach you a contraceptive charm. All witches learn this when they first start their... Well, you know what I mean."
Harry knew that his face had to be as red as a blood pop. "Moony, this is our cub you talking to, he isn't going to have sex before bonding. Isn't that right cub?" Sirius asked proudly.
Harry felt like he was going to be sick. Not wanting to disappoint his dad, he jerkily nodded his head. Oh Merlin, he could possibly be pregnant right now. "I-Is there a book or something I can read about this stuff? This is pretty big."
"I'm sure that the Black library has something. I will look into it and owl you what I find." Sirius said thoughtfully.
"Thank you," Harry whispered, tears escaping his eyes.
"Hey," Sirius cried, grabbing his son and pulling him tight to his chest. "What's with the tears?"
As soon as Sirius' arms came around him, Harry started to cry hard. He couldn't believe this was happening. Why did he have to be such a freak? If he was pregnant, Remus and Sirius would be so mad at him. He finally had a home and dads that loved him and he had to go and fuck everything up. They probably wouldn't even want a dirty little slut for a son. He was going to lose his dads if they ever found out what he did with Bill, he just knew it.
Sirius gave Remus a panicked look. Harry was crying so hard that he was close to making himself physically sick. "I will get a calming draught," Remus said, quickly running out of the room.
"Cub, tell me what's wrong," Sirius pleaded, rocking Harry in his arms.
"M'sorry... M'sorry," Harry cried, clinging to Sirius as if his life depended on it. "Please don't get rid of me."
"Never, Harry. Why would you even think that?
"I'm such a freak," Harry sobbed.
Remus came rushing in with the calming draught and handed it to Sirius. "Drink this for me, Harry," Sirius said soothingly.
Harry took the potion without complaint. He didn't want to risk upsetting his dads.
"Harry, I understand that this is extremely overwhelming, but you're not in this alone. There is nothing that you could do that would make us hate you. We love you," Sirius said, kissing Harry on top of the head.
Thanks to the potion, Harry was now feeling calm, but he was also extremely tired. He was finding it almost impossible to keep his eyes open.
"Hmm, maybe calming draughts aren't so good for fairies," Remus commented.
Sirius stood up and tucked Harry into bed. "What the hell was that all about?"
"Harry has been through a lot," Remus said sadly. "It doesn't help that those damn muggle relatives of his brainwashed him into believing that anything not normal makes you a freak. We just told Harry that he could get pregnant naturally, after everything he has dealt with the last few months, he was bound to breakdown at some point."
Sirius brushed the hair away from his sleeping son's face. "I wish he wasn't going back to school tomorrow. He needs us, Remus."
Remus nodded his head in agreement. "I will talk with Albus, see if he can set something up so we can spend some time with Harry on a weekly basis. He isn't like other kids, he needs someone he can talk to, bottling everything up could not only be bad for him, but others too if his magic got out of hand."
***HP
"Bloody hell, why didn't he tell me he was going to be teaching this year?" Ron muttered, glaring at his brother who was sitting up at the teachers table.
"What?" Harry asked, looking up to see what had Ron so upset. He had been flipping through a dragon magazine instead of paying attention to Headmaster Dumbledore's opening announcements. It wasn't as if anything ever changed. It was the same speech year after year. He had been shocked and excited when an owl showed up during breakfast with the magazine tied to it's leg. Charlie had gotten him a subscription as an early graduation gift.
"Honestly, Harry," Hermione sighed in exasperation. "How could you miss the big red head at the staff table?"
Harry's head spun so fast towards the head table that everyone around him winced when they heard his neck crack. At seeing Charlie sitting there smirking at him, Harry gave him a big grin and a wave. He couldn't believe that Charlie was the Care Of Magical Creatures teacher. He was planning on talking to Hagrid about extra lessons since he was still planning on becoming a dragon handler, but having Charlie teach him was even better.
He had discussed it with his dads and they said that if he truly wanted to work with dragons then he should go for it. Sirius had told him that the Black's had a cottage close to the sanctuary and they would happily move there so they could still be close to him. As for Ron and his other friends, there was always portkeys and the floo if they wanted to visit. It wasn't as if they were muggles and traveling that far was hard and time consuming.
He was so excited, he planned on getting the registration forms filled out and mailed by the weekend. He hadn't seen Bill since he left the Burrow so he hadn't had a chance to discuss his decision with him. He hoped that him moving to Romania wouldn't keep Bill from courting him come June. If Bill was really against the idea, then he would talk to Madam Pomfrey about becoming her apprentice. He loved dragons, but not as much as he loved Bill. He would give up his dream to be with him.
Harry nervously touched his stomach. As hard as he tried to forget about what his dads had told him last night, he couldn't help but worry that he was already pregnant. Him being a knocked up single teen is exactly something that would happen to him. Everything always seemed to happen to him.
"Harry, are you feeling alright?" Hermione asked in concern. She hadn't missed how Harry had grabbed his stomach.
Harry quickly snatched his hand away from his stomach. He was being ridiculous, he wasn't pregnant with Bill's baby. "I'm fine, Mione, just a bit of an upset stomach. I didn't sleep well last night and I didn't eat any breakfast this morning. The only thing I have eaten today was candy from the trolly."
"Harry," Hermione sighed. "You really need to take better care of yourself."
"I thought that was your job?" Harry grinned cheekily.
Hermione shook her head at her best friend but also gave him a loving smile. "I just worry about you, Harry."
"M'fine, Mione, promise."
It had only been a few days since he had last seen Harry, but Charlie swore that the boy looked even more beautiful. Watching him, it seemed that something was worrying him, he hoped that it was nothing bad. He planned to talk to Harry after the feast, he would check then to make sure everything was alright. He wanted to offer him extra classes if he was still interested in becoming a dragon handler.
He had a long talk last night with his brother about allowing Harry to follow his dreams. He had never seen Harry's face light up like it did that day at the sanctuary. He had a feeling that Harry would specialize in hatchlings. Not only was Harry drawn to the baby dragons, but they also seemed to be drawn to him. He about had a heart attack when one of the newly hatched Norwegian Ridgeback's flew over to Harry and tried crawling up his leg.
Bill wasn't happy about Harry being so far away, but after listening to him, he caved in and said he wouldn't guilt Harry into remaining here. If Bill truly loved Harry, than he would find a way to court him long distance.
"It looks like young Harry is happy to have you here this year," Dumbledore said, addressing the red head next to him.
Charlie waved back at Harry, his heart soaring at how the sight of him had perked Harry up. "Harry has shown interest in becoming a dragon handler, I wouldn't be surprised if he asked for extra lessons."
Dumbledore looked at Charlie, eyes twinkling madly. Both those boys loved each other, but unfortunately only one knew it. He could tell by their auras they they were a perfect match. There were probably only a handful of wizards out there who would be compatible with Harry, and Harry would only be truly happy with someone who was. Charlie was a fine man and he could tell just by looking in his eyes that he adored the boy he considered a grandson.
"Harry is very special," Dumbledore said subtly. "Having someone like you in his life is exactly what he needs. Look after him, my boy."
Charlie looked at Dumbledore in confusion. What was the crazy old man talking about? "I will always be there for Harry," he said, meaning every word.
***HP
"Why didn't you tell me you were teaching this year?" Harry said, giving Charlie a quick hug. Now that Charlie was a teacher, hugging students was probably frowned upon.
"I wanted to surprise you," Charlie said, hugging Harry back. Harry felt so right and perfect in his arms. Bill was one hell of a lucky man.
Harry stepped back away from Charlie. "I'm so thrilled that you're here, but aren't you going to miss your dragons?"
"Absolutely, but there was something back home that I wanted more than my dragons," Charlie said sadly. "Unfortunately things didn't work out the way I had hoped."
"I'm sorry," Harry said, placing a small hand on Charlie's arm. "What was it that you wanted?"
Charlie desperately wanted to say...you, but he didn't want to make things hard on Harry. He wanted Harry to be happy, even if that meant him being with Bill. "The guy I love lives back this way and I accepted the job here so I could be close to him. That was before I knew that he was in love with someone else."
"Oh, Charlie," Harry said, eyes watering for his friend. He hated to see someone as wonderful as Charlie hurt. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Charlie smiled. "Just knowing that he is happy makes me happy."
Harry gave Charlie another quick hug. They were standing outside the doors to the Great Hall and everyone else had already wandered up to their houses. "You are the best Charlie Weasley. There is someone out there that is perfect for you, just wait and see."
"I hope you're right," Charlie said wistfully. "Harry, before you head up to Gryffindor tower, I have something for you." Charlie handed Harry a piece of silk cloth with a purple ribbon tied around it.
Harry happily took the cloth and untied it, thinking that it was something from Bill. Hands trembling, he looked up at Charlie, face draining of all color. Wrapped up in the cloth was five of his feathers.
Charlie grabbed Harry and pulled him back into the Great Hall and gently pushed him onto one of the Hufflepuff benches. Kneeling down, he took one of Harry's cold and trembling hands into his. Harry looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. "Hey there, everything is fine, Harry. I need you to take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?"
Harry just stared at Charlie, fear in his eyes. He knew...Charlie knew that he was a freak. What if he told someone? What if there was a hoard of wizards marching to Hogwarts now to claim him.
Charlie firmly grabbed Harry's shoulders and gave him a shake. "Dammit, Harry, snap out of it," he growled in fear, not anger. "Whatever is going on inside your pretty little head, knock it the hell off. I would never hurt you nor would I allow anyone else to."
Harry blinked at Charlie, feeling horrible for thinking the worst of him. "Please," he pleaded weakly.
Charlie cupped Harry's cheeks. "I know that you came into a creature inheritance, Harry. I found feathers in the bathroom after you showered and it was easy to figured it out from there. I swear on my magic that I won't tell anyone. I also won't pester you to find out what you are. I only revealed to you that I knew so you would be more careful for now on in the shower."
Harry leaned into Charlie's palms and started crying. "Please don't tell anyone. If word got out...I...I..."
"Your secret is safe with me, Harry. I would never, ever betray you like that, Harry. You know that I love you." Charlie wished that Harry knew that his love wasn't brotherly, but he was going to have make do with admitting his love this way.
Harry smiled at Charlie through his tears. "I love you too, Charlie. If the wizarding world knew that I was a submissive fairy, they would never leave me alone."
Charlie scrubbed his face with his hand, he couldn't believe that Harry was a fairy. Harry would be in serious danger if word ever got out what he was. This was big. "Harry, I'm sure that I don't have to tell, but you have got to be careful with your feathers."
"M'sorry, sometimes they get itchy and I can't stand to have a bent or ugly feathers. I-I thought that I collected them all."
Charlie affectionately smiled at Harry. "Do me a favor, little bit, come to me when you need to preen your feathers. I will be staying in Hagrid's hut and your welcome there at any time, even if I'm not there."
Harry rested his head on Charlie's shoulder, all of a sudden feeling extremely tired. "Thank you, Charlie. I'm a bit obsessed with my wings so I hope you don't get tired of seeing me all the time."
Charlie rubbed the small fairy's back. "Never fear that, Harry, I will never get tired of having you around."
"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter, I believe that it is past curfew?"
Harry jumped away from Charlie, blushing. It felt too good to be in Charlie's arms. "Headmaster," he greeted, getting to his feet and reluctantly moving away from Charlie and the safety he felt being near him.
"Welcome back, Harry," Dumbledore said warmly. "How are you doing?"
"Alright," Harry shrugged. "Uhm, I know that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but Charlie knows. I stupidly left feathers behind in the bathroom."
Dumbledore pinned Charlie with an intense glare. "I trust that Mr. Weasley won't mind swearing on his magic to not reveal what you are?"
Charlie knew that it wasn't a question, Dumbledore was kindly demanding that he make a vow. Without hesitating, he pulled out his wand and recited the words that would bind his magic to Harry's secret.
"Excellent," Dumbledore grinned, never doubting that Charlie would make the vow. "Now, Harry, you look exhausted. Why don't you head on to bed?"
"Goodnight," Harry said softly, grinning at both Charlie and Dumbledore.
Dumbledore waited until Harry was out of sight before turning to Charlie. "Do you now see why I asked for you to look after him? Harry is very special, but he is also in a lot of danger. Could you imagine what would happen if the purebloods got wind that Harry Potter was a male submissive fairy capable of carrying and birthing a magically powerful child?"
Charlie felt a cold chill race down his spine. Not only because of what Dumbledore had just said, but also because Harry had been sexually active with his brother. Hopefully Harry had used a conceptive charm because he was sure that Bill had no idea that Harry was a fairy. He couldn't even handle the thought of Harry pregnant with his niece or nephew, not with the way he felt about him. He had been dealing with his brother in a relationship with the guy he loved, but deep down he had been hoping that their relationship would crash.
"You don't have to ask, Headmaster, I would protect Harry with my life."
Dumbledore nodded at Charlie. "I never doubted that, my boy." With a nod and a wink, Dumbledore left the Great Hall.
***HP
A month into the school year and things were going pretty good. It helped that he no longer had the threat of Voldemort to worry about and he could now fully focus on his school work. His grades were at an all time high and he was currently ranked second in his year, right behind Hermione. Draco Malfoy wasn't thrilled to be bumped to third and he made a habit to throw snide remarks at him whenever he spotted him. For the most part he just ignored him, having no wish to engage in childish quarrels. He just wanted to get through the school year then move on with his life.
Even though he was promised a place, Harry was still thrilled when he was accepted to study dragons in Romania. The first thing he did after receiving the letter, was find Charlie and show him. The two of them had a mini celebration in Hagrid's hut, then after he sent an owl to Bill informing him that he decided to study in Romania.
He had been sick for three days waiting to hear back from Bill. He couldn't eat, and what little he managed, he vomited right back up. He was a wreck waiting for Bill's owl. He was terrified that Bill was going to demand his ring back then ask for Harry to no longer contact him.
When Bill's owl finally landed in front him all he could do was fearfully stare at it. His friends had gotten use to seeing the owl by now since Bill had been sending him little gift or letters every few days. Bill had actually bought a second owl so no one would recognize his and start asking questions. It still hurt that Bill was hiding their relationship, but he knew that it wasn't because he didn't love him. Bill just wanted to wait until he graduated to let the wizarding world knows that they were together.
"Harry, stop staring at the owl as if it was about to take your finger off," Ron chuckled. "Honestly, I wish you would tell us who your secret admirer is, or at least show us what she sends you."
Harry didn't comment about Ron thinking the owl was from a girl. Since Bill wasn't going to say anything about them being an item, he wasn't going to let Ron in on him being gay. Even though it might help with keeping Ginny away from him. She was still determined that they were going to start dating even though he had told her as nicely as possible that he just wasn't interested.
With a trembling hand, Harry reached out and took the letter. Not wanting to read if in front of everyone, he shoved it into his bag and tried to finish his breakfast. Every bite felt like a rock going down and he was positive that he would be puking it back up before his first class started. He just knew that the letter was going to be bad.
Harry had waited until all his classes were finished before making his way to Charlie's hut so he could read the letter in private. Ron and Hermione knew that he was concerned about the letter and they had been bugging him about it all day. Charlie would give him the privacy that he needed to read the letter and come to terms with whatever it said.
Harry lost the ability to speak when Charlie opened the door dripping wet and shirtless. The man was beyond gorgeous.
"Everything alright, little bit?" Charlie asked, smirking when he saw the blush quickly spreading across Harry's face. Harry may be in a relationship with his brother, but he could tell that the little fairy was extremely attracted to him.
Harry hated to be reminded of his size, but he loved Charlie's nickname for him. "I was wondering if I could read Bill's letter here away from Ron and Hermione. It's just that..."
"You're afraid that Bill's going to be mad that you decided to move to Romania?" Charlie asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.
"Yes," Harry said softly. "I don't know what I will do if Bill breaks up with me."
Charlie closed the door and followed Harry to the couch. "You will move to Romania and become the best damned dragon handler there. Harry, I'm positive that Bill will be happy for you."
Harry pulled the letter out from his pocket and started nervously fiddling with it. Good or bad, he that hoped after reading the letter he would start to feel better.
"Would you like me to leave?"
"No," Harry snapped, more forceful than what he meant. "I mean, can you please stay?"
"Just relax, Harry, you're as white as a ghost. Regardless of what that letter says, you still have me."
Taking a deep breath, Harry tore open the letter and started reading it. By the time he finished, had was grinning from ear to ear.
"I take it everything is alright?" Charlie asked, thankful that he wouldn't have to beat the shit out of his older brother for hurting Harry.
"Yes," Harry squealed excitedly. "Bill said that he is proud that I got excited, and even though we will be far apart, we can still spend weekends and holidays together. He is even going to put in for a transfer at Gringotts even though he said it will probably be a while before they grant it."
"See, I told you that there was nothing to worry about."
Harry threw himself at Charlie, already feeling a million times better now that he knew that Bill wasn't going to leave him. "Charlie, can I ask you a favor?"
"You know you can," Charlie said, pulling back and looking down at Harry.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "You see, I kind of have a problem and I don't know who else to turn to for help."
Charlie felt like a boulder had just been dropped in his stomach. Dumbledore's words about Harry being able to get pregnant had been haunting him for the past month. "You can always come to me, Harry, you know that."
"It's really embarrassing," Harry blushed. "You know how I obsess about my wings?"
All the tension bled out of Charlie. "How could I not, you come here at least three times a week to preen. I have enough feathers now to make a pillow."
Harry gasped. "You better not make a pillow out of my beautiful feathers."
Charlie reached over to the side table a grabbed his old wooden box. Opening it up, he handed it to Harry.
"My feathers!" Harry cried in awe. In the box was a neat pile of his feathers bound with a silk ribbon. "You've kept all my feathers?"
"Of course, I've never seen anything like them before. They are too beautiful to be turned into a pillow."
"Thank you," Harry said sincerely. "That is kind of my problem. You see, my wings have been itching me horribly, but in places that I can't reach. I was wondering if you could go through them and pull out any old or bent feathers?"
Charlie's eyes widened in both shock and excitement. He had been dying to see Harry in his fairy form, but he didn't want to make him uncomfortable by asking. Whenever Harry came to preen, he always left to give him some privacy. "You don't mind me seeing your wings?
Smiling, Harry shook his head no. "It's weird, the thought of showing my wings to anyone makes my skin crawl, but for some reason I am comfortable with you seeing them."
"Ok then," Charlie said. "but will it hurt when I pluck a feather out?"
"Nah, it actually feels kind of good. Old feathers itch something crazy." Harry stood up and removed his shirt. "I hope this is alright? I haven't learned the charms so my wings can go through my shirt."
Charlie's mouth started to water at the sight of a half naked Harry. "It's fine, Harry." he reassured.
Shyly dropping his head, Harry released his wings with a sigh. It always felt wonderful letting his wings out. It was like straightening an arm that had been bent for hours. There were times where he wished he could walk around all the time with them out.
"Merlin," Charlie breathed. "Harry, you're absolutely magnificent." Charlie was certain that he had never seen anything as beautiful as Harry in full fairy form. It wasn't just the wings that were different about Harry, but also his hair, eyes and facial features.
Harry ducked his head, all of a sudden feeling very shy and awkward. Charlie was the first person, other than those during his turning, to see him like this. "D-Do I really look good? I was thinking about showing Bill over Christmas, but I was afraid that he would think that I was ugly and a freak."
Charlie closed his eyes trying to get control of his emotions. He loved Harry so much that he could cry. Did Harry not ever look at himself in the mirror? The boy was simply breathtaking. "You are not a freak, Harry."
Charlie conjured a full length mirror and hovered it in front of Harry. "Just look at yourself, Harry. Can't you see how beautiful you are? Bill is the luckiest man on the earth right now. Not only are you beautiful on he outside, but you are also beautiful on he inside, and that's what makes you so special."
Harry looked at himself in the mirror but he honestly couldn't see what Charlie did. He was terrified of revealing the truth to Bill, but he couldn't continue on with a relationship without him knowing what he truly was. He didn't want his courting to start off on a lie and not being fully human was a pretty big lie.
Looking at Charlie through the mirror, Harry shook his wings and stretched them out. "Please, Charlie,"
Grinning, Charlie stepped closer to Harry and ran his fingers through his beautiful feathers. He was embarrassed that just this had him as hard as a rock.
Harry shivered at Charlie's touch, he was not expecting it to feel so pleasurable. It felt good when he touched his wings, but with Charlie it was like there was a direct line straight to his cock.
"Are you alright," Charlie asked, yanking his hands back.
"Yes," Harry answered, dropping his head so his hair could hide his red face. "I-I didn't expect for your touch to feel so...good."
Smirking, Charlie reached out and started to slowly and gently work his way through Harry's feathers. They were all so beautiful that it was impossible to find any bad ones. Harry's moans were also not doing anything for his currently hard problem.
Harry was coming undone under Charlie's fingers. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so damn good. He could easily see himself with Charlie if it wasn't for Bill. Charlie was supposed to be his brother, but his growing feelings for him were anything but brotherly.
Charlie desperately wanted to pull Harry to his chest and nibble on his thin, pale neck. Being this close to Harry was physically painful for him. If he was smart, he would pack up tonight and head back to Romania. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to leave Harry, at least not until he knew that he was safe from all those that would want to use him. If Harry moved to the sanctuary then he could look after him there until Bill bonded with him.
Clearing his throat, Charlie reluctantly stepped away from Harry. "There, everything looks perfect now."
"Thank you," Harry said hoarsely. Pulling his wings in, he turned to Charlie with a flushed face. He was a bit startled when he saw that Charlie looked to be in the same condition as him. There was also no mistaking the large bulge in the dragon handler's pants.
"I guess I should go," Harry said, hastily pulling his shirt back on and throwing his robe over his head. "See you tomorrow for class?"
"Yeah," Charlie said gruffly. "Don't forget your report on Thesterals."
Nodding his head, Harry practically ran for the door.