Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, small children would be banned from reading and watching. Also, it would probably be sold in Adult stores, rather than your local book store. And this story is clearly marked, has clear warnings. If you are adverse to writings such as this, then there is a convenient back button. Better yet, do not read past the warnings. Hell, don't even click on the story. I, in no way, condone paedophilia or rape.
Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, torture, rape/non-con, sex with a minor, abusive relationship.
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Harry walked around the house slowly, wincing occasionally as pain shot through his arse. The house was, though smaller than his original house, comfortable. And it was better than the cell in the dungeons. It had been six months since Regulus had pulled Harry from the cell and forced him into his bed, and it had only been in the last week that Harry had been allowed to explore. For the first few days Harry hadn't moved from the room, fearing it was a trick.
But eventually his curiosity won. And Harry was having fun talking to the portraits. They were all nice to him, though a lot of them made crude references to what he and Regulus would get up to at night. The sex was pleasurable, though Harry would never admit it. Regulus knew exactly what to do to make the pain leave and have pleasure crash through Harrys slim body. Regulus didn't have any type of silencing charm on his room, and Harry could be very vocal. Or rather, Regulus' liked him that way.
Harry looked around the kitchen and poured himself a drink of water. Regulus was, apparently, out looking for a job. But Harry secretly thought that the older man was watching him to see if he would run away. Harry drank his water and left the room. He continued his exploration of downstairs, stopping to talk to each portrait he passed
Harry didn't know it, but he'd never run away from Regulus. It wasn't because he had any feelings of servitude, or undying loyalty to the man, rather he had nowhere else to go. The years of Regulus telling Harry that his father couldn't care less about him, his mother replacing him with another child, and his brother thought him an inconvenience had twisted Harrys mind. Harry truly did believe that he was unwanted by his family, and as such wasn't stupid enough to run to nowhere. The best that would get him would be an orphanage; the worst would find him dead in the gutter.
Harry entered another room and looked around. The main feature was a black grand piano, but there was also a fire place, a black leather lounge and a wall filled with books. The piano seat, made of the same wood the piano was, had a cushion on top of it. The fabric was a dark blue, almost black, and Harry ran his hands along it. When he moved his hand one way, the fabric was soft and almost silky, but when he moved his hands the other way, the fabric became rough. Harry laughed. The fabric was just like Regulus' voice.
"What do you laugh at, child?" A deep voice asked. Harry turned to look at the man. He had long hair that looked black, but was probably just a dark shade of another colour, which fell past his shoulders in an elegant manner. Dark jade eyes stared back and Harry gave a little wave. "Oh, I was just thinking that Regulus' voice sounds like that fabric feels. I'm Harry." He added. "My name is Godric, and that material is velvet. Do you know how to play?" He asked.
"No sir, I don't." Harry said and the man smiled. "Would you like to?" He asked and Harry nodded. "Then sit down on that chair and I shall instruct you." The piano was placed so that the keys could be viewed clearly by those who were on the lounge, as well as the portrait. And Harry started his first ever piano lesson, unaware that he would be returning every day for the next few years so that he could learn.
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Harry opened a sleepy eye as Regulus shook him awake. "Happy fourteen birthday, Harry." The man said and Harry gave a loud yawn. "Is it my birthday?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. He sat up and the blankets slid down to pool in his lap. Regulus was always up earlier than him, and it was a very rare occurrence that Harry awoke to Regulus' presence. But this time, not only was Regulus in the room, but he was still in bed.
Regulus worked as an art teacher at the local school. Harry found it amusing that the man worked constantly with children; especially with his low tolerance of insolence and idiocy. He always complained when he arrived home. But even though it was the holidays, Regulus was still gone before Harry woke up. "Yes, it is your birthday." Regulus pulled Harry back down and snuggled into the young man. "Why are you still here?" Harry asked, confused, and Regulus chuckled.
"Am I not allowed to wish you a happy birthday?" He asked. Harry didn't respond. "I decided that I would spend the day with you. Stay here. I'm going to make you some breakfast." Regulus stood and pulled on a pair of pants, leaving Harry alone in the room. Harry was vaguely disappointed that Regulus hadn't made any advances on him, though he had no idea why he would feel that way. He always hated it when Regulus had sex with him. But every time they were in bed together, they were doing something sexual. The absence of that was confusing.
Harry, after a few minutes, grew bored. He hardly ever spent any time in their bedroom. He was always in the piano room. Godric would instruct him for a few hours, and then Harry would go make himself some lunch. He would return and read a book, before having a long conversation with Godric. Sometimes he'd play the piano a bit more before he went and started dinner. That was his day, and then he'd listen to Regulus before the two would retire to the bed room and Regulus would have sex with Harry.
He always had something to do. So he decided to help Regulus with breakfast. Harry got dressed and headed down stairs, appearing in the kitchen. "Need any help?" Harry asked and Regulus turned to face him, a frown in place. "No. I was going to bring you breakfast." He said and Harry nodded. "I know, but I wanted to help." He said. Regulus rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. Go sit down at the table, you're not allowed to help today. Just relax." He pressed a kiss to Harrys temple and pushed him towards the table.
The table was halfway in between the kitchen and the dining room. Harry watched as Regulus cooked. He hadn't known Regulus could cook, but it made sense. What else had he done while Harry had been in the dungeons, unable to cook for him? But he had filled out a bit with Harrys cooking. He no longer looked half wild, as if he didn't take care of himself properly.
Harry started to drift off as Regulus worked in the kitchen. He was never up this early. The clock said it was six thirty. Soon Harry was asleep in the wooden chair, his soft snores catching Regulus' attention. He turned the frying pan to low and crossed the room. He gently picked Harry up and took him back to bed. He sprinted back downstairs, continuing to cook the food.
Harry was awoken half hour later, once again by Regulus. Harry slowly opened his eyes, greeting Regulus with a yawn. Harry sniffed, straightening up as he smelt the food. "Is that bacon?" He asked, eyes narrowing in on the plate that Regulus carried. The man nodded. "And eggs." He said, placing the plate on Harrys lap before he settled next to the birthday boy. Harry started to eat his food joyfully.
A thought crossed Harrys mind, so he speared his bacon and brought it up to Regulus' mouth. The man blinked in surprise before slowly opening his mouth and taking the bacon off the fork. Regulus chewed slowly as Harry continued to eat; giving him some egg the next time he offered his food. And the meal continued in that fashion, Harry taking a bite then offering some to Regulus.
By the end of the meal, Regulus was smiling. But it wasn't his patented 'I'm evil, insane and about to strip the flesh away from your body' smile. Instead, it was a happy smile. Harry had noticed the smile, which made him happy. The smile was barely noticeable, but it was enough for Harry, who gave up the last of his bacon for Regulus. Once the meal was finished, he took the plate, placing it on the nightstand.
Regulus pulled Harry against his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. Harry cuddled up to him, a slight smile on his face as well. Regulus placed a kiss on Harry head as the teen feel asleep. It was still too early for him to be awake.
Harry yawned as he shuffled down the stairs. It was Christmas morning, and he was heading to cook breakfast. He entered the kitchen, and raised an eyebrow to find a meal already on the table. A small note had been placed on his plate, and Harry sat down.
Harry,
I've gone to town because I need to get something. Enjoy your breakfast, I'll be back soon.
Regulus.
And, seconds later, Regulus walked through the front door. He smiled at Harry, eyeing the untouched breakfast. "I was wondering if I'd get back before you got up." He said, shaking the snow out of his hair. Harry rolled his eyes and started to eat. "Did you get what you had to?" He asked and Regulus nodded, placing a box on the table. Harry looked at it for a few seconds, before he went back to eating.
Regulus waited patiently, though he continuously tapped his fingers on the table. "What's in the box, Regulus?" Harry finally asked. "Well." He said, pushing the box closer to Harry. "I could tell you, but that'd ruin the surprise. Merry Christmas, Harry." He said and Harry lifted an eyebrow. "For me?" He asked, waving his fork at the box. Regulus nodded. Harry picked up the box and opened it.
Inside the box was a beautiful hair clip. It looked to be made from silver, with tiny black and green stones set in it in an alternating pattern. It wasn't so much a clip, rather than metal in a crescent shape with a long pin that ran from one side to the other, which slid out and was easily reattached. "It's beautiful, Regulus." Harry said, lifting it out of the box. Regulus stood, moving around the table. Harrys hair was just past his shoulders and the elder man brushed it back, taking the piece from Harry and tying his hair back with it.
Harry stood as well, turning to face Regulus, with a bright smile on his face. "Thank you, Regulus." He said and Regulus placed a hand on the back of Harrys neck, lowering his own mouth to Harrys. The teen kissed back, his small hands coming up to rest delicately on Regulus' chest. "I'm afraid I didn't get anything for you." Harry said, a frown marring his features. "But I know something!" He said, pulling Regulus' off to the piano room.
He pushed Regulus gently back onto the black lounge and seated himself on the piano seat. Stretching his fingers, and giving a smile to the amused Godric, Harry began to play. The Raindrop prelude by Chopin had taken him months and months to learn, and apart from 'Deck the Halls' Harry had nothing else to play for Regulus. His face was scrunched up in concentration, but he soon relaxed and forgot that Regulus was even there. His fingers flowed over the keys perfectly, the sound increasing and decreasing perfectly as his headed bobbed to the beat.
Harry bit his lip as he came to the part he always had trouble with, but glided through it seamlessly. Harry smiled as the song came to an end, and he dropped his hands into his lap. Harry took a deep breath, and jumped a bit when hands were placed on his shoulders. Harry had completely forgotten that Regulus was there. Regulus wrapped his arms around Harrys torso, hugging the smaller male.
"That was beautiful." Regulus said and Harry smiled. "I did not know that you played piano." Harry unconsciously leant back into Regulus' embrace. "I've been practicing." Harry said and Regulus nodded. "I noticed." There was silence for a while, before Regulus picked Harry up off the seat and moved to sit on the rug with him. "I always wanted to learn how to play the piano, but I had not the patience or the talent." Regulus confided in Harry. The green eyed teen smothered a smile.
"You have no talent or patience in other areas as well, Regulus." Two sets of eyes were drawn to the portrait. Regulus sneered at the man, whereas Harry beamed. "Godric! How did I go?" Harry asked and Godric smiled at the teen. "You were wonderful, Cerva." He said kindly and Harry giggled at the pet name, while Regulus tightened his hold on Harry, and glared at the portrait. Godric sent an amused glance at Regulus, shaking his head. "Was I really?" Harry asked, and the portrait nodded once more.
"Indeed, an excellent Christmas present. But I'm afraid that I have to leave you, for I promised that I would visit a friend on this day. Farewell." He said, before he walked out of his portrait. "Bye Godric!" Harry shouted, as if the loudness of his voice would enable the painted man to hear him from another frame. Regulus continued to scowl at the empty portrait, barely managing to clear his expression by the time Harry looked to him. It wouldn't be a good idea to let Harry know he was jealous of a portrait.
"Why does he call you that?" Regulus asked and Harry shrugged. "Because he thinks I'm a woodland creature? A deer in particular?" Harry guessed and Regulus rolled his eyes. Harry was still naive, even after everything. But Regulus liked Harry that way. Because if he wasn't so naive, then he would realise that he had the portrait wrapped around his finger. And that portrait could go and alert people via his other portrait. That was located in Hogwarts. Regulus held Harry tighter.
Harry turned in the tight embrace, and wrapped his arms around Regulus. Regulus buried his head into Harrys neck, breathing deeply to control his anger. He had, on several occasions, lost his temper around Harry. And every time, it had ended with Harry on the floor after being hit, because of the force of the blow and Harrys lack of physical prowess. And Regulus didn't want to hurt Harry any more, didn't want Harry to flinch when he was touched, or be afraid of him. Regulus just wanted Harry to love him back.
And so, instead of ravaging Harry on the piano room floor, he just held him.
Harry smiled uneasily at Regulus, placing his dinner in front of him. He was uneasy because Regulus was angry. It was Valentines day, and Regulus had been volunteered by other staff members to chaperone the school dance. Harry was confident that Regulus wasn't going to take his anger out on him, but it was an old habit. Regulus ate his dinner in silence, while Harry did the washing up. He wasn't hungry, it was only five and he usually ate dinner later, but Regulus had to attend the dance which started at five thirty.
Harry heard Regulus stand and turned, only to be slapped to the floor. Harry lifted a hand to his lip, which was bleeding. It took a few seconds for Harry to realise that Regulus had hit him. Again. Regulus was yelling at him, but Harry wasn't listening. He could feel his anger rising, and couldn't stop it. Harry had always had his mothers temper, but that was evened out by a very long fuse. But now, for some reason, Harry couldn't control his temper. Every time he tried to push it down, tried to reason with himself, it just came back worse and worse.
Harry stood up, glaring at Regulus' back. The man was halfway across the kitchen, and obviously going for his jacket so he could leave. Harry glanced around and, before he even knew what he was doing, he'd thrown a glass at his lover. Regulus ducked, just barely, and the glass shattered on the wall in front of him. He turned around, his anger reignited and furious. But Harry was just as angry, if not more so. "Did you just throw that at me?" Regulus' voice was low; a sign of impending danger, but Harry ignored it.
Harry reached, grabbed a plate he'd just washed, and threw it at Regulus. And then, they were both screaming at each other, and Harry was throwing every breakable object that he could find. He opened the cupboards and, soon enough, all of their plates, bowls and cups had been thrown and had shattered. The entire floor of the dining room, and a bit of the lounge room, was covered in shards of porcelain and glass. Regulus moved forward, only a few steps separated them because Regulus had moved forward during the fight.
Regulus raised a hand, and he back handed Harry across the face once more, on the other side this time. Again, Harry was sent to the floor. Lacking in physical strength, and a very thin teen, Harry was no match for Regulus. Regulus was a grown man and was a very strong wizard, both physically and magically. Every time that Regulus hit Harry, the younger man ended up on the floor. And this time, glass and porcelain dug into his exposed skin, and tore holes into his clothes.
Harry was glad to see a small cut just below Regulus' eye, which was dripping blood down his face. Regulus looked as if he was going to say something, but just turned and walked to the coat stand. He placed his jacket on, and was almost out of the house, when Harry finally said something. "I hate you." Harry said, and Regulus froze. But seconds later he was moving again, and the door slammed behind him.
Harry picked himself up off the floor, and slowly moved to the bathroom. Using tweezers, he picked every piece of glass and porcelain out of his arms, hands, feet, legs and there were even a few shards that had lodged themselves in his neck. The whole thing was painful, and Harry was bleeding heavily by the time he finished. Harry used a towel to clean the blood off, and slowly made his way to their bed room.
He gently threw himself down on the bed, angry tears leaking out of his eyes. He couldn't understand why he'd been so angry. It was just a split lip, and probably a black eye. And it wasn't like it was the first time Regulus had hit him, it wasn't a big shock. Harry just didn't understand why it had affected him so badly. And, to make matters worse, he was in pain from the cuts all over his body. And, when Regulus came home, he'd have to face him then. Harry winced. Hopefully he wouldn't get taken back down to the dungeon. He still had nightmares about the things that had happened down there.
Harry lay there, unmoving, for hours. He wasn't asleep, but he wasn't completely awake either. Harrys thoughts were swirling around his brain, keeping him from blissful slumber. He had no more tears to cry, and just wanted to sleep. He was so close to sleep, when a thought crossed his brain, jolting him awake and making him sit up.
The reason he was so affected when Regulus had hit him, was that he had feelings for Regulus. The thought tore him up inside, because he knew that he wasn't supposed to have feelings for the man that had kidnapped, tortured and raped him. But he couldn't help it. Regulus was normally nice and kind. He had a wonderful smile and a sexy voice. He bought Harry presents, and left roses on the pillow on special occasions and could be so absolutely sweet. And, when he did lose his temper and hit Harry, Regulus treated Harry like he was the most treasured item in the world afterwards. For the past while, at least.
Harry looked over to the pink rose that was in a vase on his nightstand. It had been there when he woke up, along with a silver necklace with a snake pendant. Harry rolled over and picked the pendant up. Carefully, wary of his wounds, he placed the gift around his neck. The weight around his neck felt uncomfortable, reminding him of the necklace his grandmother had given him.
Harry looked down in shame. What would she think of him? His grandmother had always been so kind, and now he was practically spitting in the face of her god by being so…unnatural. Harry unclipped the necklace and placed it back on the nightstand. He did not want to think on what a disappointment he was. Harry fell back to the bed. It seemed to him that the only person that he didn't disappoint was Godric, a portrait.
Harry rolled over, tears falling onto the pillow, as he thought about his predicament. In love with Regulus Black, a man who seemed to care more about the weeds in the garden than Harry himself. Not only was he unwanted by the man he loved, but also by his family. And he only had one friend, in the entire world, and he was a portrait. Harry sighed, wallowing in misery. His last thought, before finally giving into his exhaustion and sleeping, was about how pathetic he was.
Regulus smiled politely as two of his colleagues approached. One was Bill Thornton, a maths teacher, and the other was Kate Sheppard, an English teacher. The two were close friends, having known each other since childhood, and had made it their mission to make the new art teacher, Regulus Black, fit in. He was, obviously, a loner and was always quiet. He was a good teacher, and incredibly patient with all the children. And Kate wanted to set him up with one of her good friends.
So, when they saw Regulus leaning against a wall and looking sullen and broody, they naturally decided to go over and lighten him up. "Hey Regulus!" Kate said cheerfully, her mousy brown hair bouncing on her shoulders. "Kate, Bill." He said cordially. He was not in the mood for their constant cheer. On a normal day he could barely tolerate it, but he was feeling angry and depressed. They would be lucky to leave his presence without a crucio or two.
"Why do you look so sad?" Kate asked, tilting her head to the side. Regulus looked away from her, the gesture reminding him of Harry. Bill leaned in closer, a frown on his face. "Did you get into a fight, mate?" he asked and Regulus started, glaring at Bill. "I was just curious where you got that cut, is all." He said and Regulus reached up, his fingers touching the cut he got from a shard of glass.
"Oh! Who on earth would want to fight you?" Kate asked, horrified. "My partner." Regulus said before he could stop himself. Regulus could've sworn that their ears perked up. He knew that there was no way, without blowing his cover as a muggle art teacher, that he'd be able to escape them and their curiosity now. "Partner?" Bill asked. He was well aware of Kate's plan to set Regulus up.
"Indeed." Regulus said, cursing his loose tongue. "How long have you two been together?" Kate asked and Regulus thought. He'd abducted Harry when he was ten, and he was about fourteen and a half. "Four and a half years." Regulus said. He would definitely have to twist the details of their relationship, or else he would have to move away from the Little Hangleton because of the muggle police. Which would, inevitably, lead back to the Aurors. And James Potter.
"Really? That long? Did she move to Little Hangleton with you?" Regulus decided not to correct Kate. She didn't have to know that Harry was a boy. "Yes. It was not my idea to move." He said, smile on his face. "Ah, whipped?" Bill asked and Regulus gave a small nod. He had whipped Harry before. "Me too." He said and Kate rolled her eyes. "How long have you two known each other?" She asked and Regulus thought. "Many, many years." Bill nodded, but Kate frowned at the lack of a specific answer.
"What was the fight about?" She asked and Regulus shrugged. "Nothing." She scowled at him. "It couldn't have been about nothing! What did you do?" She asked and Regulus looked away. How did she know it had been his fault? "How do you know it's my fault?" Regulus asked and Kate laughed while Bill sighed. "Every time a man says that fight was about 'nothing', he's the one in the wrong." She said and Regulus shrugged. "I know it was my fault, but I can't remember what started it. I always start the fights."
Regulus sounded so unhappy that Kate instantly wanted to help him. "So, how did you get the cut?" Bill asked before Kate could do something to fix it. Regulus tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling. "I'd just finished dinner, and the little one was washing up." Regulus frowned. "And then we were fighting and he threw a glass at me. I ducked, and shouted at him and then he was throwing all the plates and glass wear and some caught my face." Regulus scowled.
"He?" Kate asked and Regulus swore mentally. He hadn't meant to let that slip, but it didn't really matter. He didn't care what they thought. "Yes. Harry, my little one." He said and Bill chuckled. "You're gay?" He asked and Regulus shook his head. "Gender is insignificant." Regulus said and Kate nodded. "Bisexual then. What does Harry do for a living?" She asked and Regulus shrugged. "He plays piano." Kate nodded. "Artistic people a drawn together." She said, then gave a little giggle at her own joke.
"What does Harry like, what's his favourite colour?" Kate asked and Regulus shrugged. "Blue and silver are his favourite colours. He likes snakes, the piano and his friend Godric." Regulus did not like that portrait. "Godric?" Bill asked and Regulus nodded sullenly. "Godric is his best friend. They talk about everything. Godric is the one who taught Harry how to play the piano." He said and Bill cringed. "I take it you don't like Godric?" He asked and Regulus shook his head.
"His interest in Harry is not platonic. If he could, he would take my place in Harrys bed." And Regulus had no doubt that the bloody portrait would do that, if he were an actual person. "Does Harry know this Godric person in interested in him?" Kate asked and Regulus shook his head. "Harry is so childlike in his perception of the world. Everyone is nice and kind at heart, everyone deserves a second chance, and no one lies. Its part of his charm, but it makes him so naive. He wouldn't have noticed that I wanted him if I hadn't pinned him down and kissed him." Regulus said and Kate thought for a second.
"You should give him a gift." She said and Regulus nodded. "I would, but I already gave him the only thing I had this morning for Valentines day." Bill ran his hand through dark brown hair. "What did you get him and what was his reaction?" Kate asked and Regulus bit his lip. "I left a rose on his pillow on top of a box. I gave him a silver necklace with a snake pendant. I am unsure of his reaction because I am gone before he awakes." Kate and Bill thought for a second. "When you get home, you should try and make peace. If he's wearing the necklace, that's a good sign."
Bill nodded. "And try and get him some chocolates. Everyone likes chocolates." Regulus nodded. "What's the time?" Regulus asked and Bill looked at his watch. "Almost eight thirty. The dance'll finish soon." He said and Regulus nodded. "You can go home now, if you want. A few minutes won't matter here." Regulus nodded. "I shall leave now, hopefully I shall reach the shops before they shut." Kate nodded, smiling.
"Good luck!" She called as he walked away. He raised his hand. "Thanks for the advice." He called back and she beamed. Bill chuckled again. "So much for your plan to hook Regulus up with your friend." He said and Kate shrugged. "How was I supposed to know he was in a relationship?" She asked and Bill rolled his eyes. "You owe me ten bucks and a coffee. I said he was in a relationship." Kate rolled her eyes, glad she didn't take him up on the bet that Regulus wasn't completely straight. "Fine."
Godric glared at Regulus as he entered the room. "Harry…" He said, looking at the teenager sitting on the couch. Harry defiantly looked away from Regulus. He had, after waking up, come down to talk to Godric. The portrait always, always helped him sort out his thoughts. So Harry had told him everything, and even things that he'd not remembered ever thinking before. The result was that he was, once again, angry with Regulus. But this anger was more of a dull ache, rather than the raging inferno it had been earlier.
Regulus moved forward and Godrics glare intensified, though it did not distract Regulus. Over the years, the Death Eater had become quite adept at ignoring that particular portrait. Regulus sat down tentatively on the edge of the couch, not too close but not too far from Harry. Godric had been so close to convincing Harry to run away, to head for Hogwarts. His eyes narrowed, if Regulus did one more thing to Harry, he swore he would not keep his silence.
Regulus could not remember feeling so nervous in his life. Except for when he first met the Dark Lord and that one time he dated a Veela. Fingers tightening around the box of chocolates, and gathering as much Gryffindor courage in his Slytherin body, Regulus reached out for Harry. The teen flinched away violently, bringing his knees up slightly.
"Harry, I'm sorry for hitting you. Twice." He said gently, taking his hand back as if burnt. "I know that it won't fix anything, and I wish that it was as easily fixed, but I brought you some chocolates." Regulus lowered his head slightly, lifting the chocolates up in an offering. Harry kept up his silent treatment, turning his head away from Regulus further and turning his body into the couch.
Harry felt a bit bad about the silent treatment, a small part of his brain telling him that some people did have anger problems that they couldn't control. Things like Mania, and if Regulus had it then it wasn't his fault. But another part of his brain screamed Bullshit. It told him that he was just making it up, trying to protect Regulus; but the elder man didn't need protecting.
"I really am sorry, Harry." He took a deep breath. "I don't…I don't want to hurt you anymore." Harry uncurled slightly. "It hurts me to hurt you." And Harrys eyes flicked to Regulus. "And you make me happy, I know that…" Regulus trailed off, his voice sounding suspiciously thick, and Harry swore that his eyes were just a tad too bright. But that didn't make sense, the very idea of Regulus crying was completely and absolutely insane. It had to be some type of ruse.
Regulus Black didn't cry, he made others cry.
"I know that you hate me, and I know that you hate being with me. But I'm too selfish to let you go." Harry waited for Regulus to continue, his body relaxing once more. "I'm trying, I really am, but the only thing I know is how to hurt people." He said and Harry turned towards him fully. Harrys eyes were also suspiciously bright. Regulus flinched when he saw Harrys face. His right eye was puffy and coloured in dark blues and purples while his lip was bloody and split.
"That's not true, Regulus. I know torture isn't your only skill. You make me very happy." Harry reached and placed his hand on Regulus' chin. A smile settled on Regulus' face and he stole Harrys lips in a soft kiss, making sure not to hurt his already busted lips. And Godric snarled, storming out of his portrait. Harry was too nice and kind, too forgiving, too loyal. Even when loyalty was not deserved. When Regulus had done nothing to inspire loyalty, and everything to arouse hatred and treachery.
But Godric wasn't.
It was three in the morning, when they came. The front door was blasted down, and Aurors stalked into the house quickly and quietly. Systematically checking all rooms they came across and checking for the people they knew to be encased in the house. They had received a tip from Albus Dumbledore, who had been told 'Anonymously' that Regulus Black had been keeping Harry Potter in this house for years. After a few days of surveillance they had found that, yes, Regulus Black was living in the town as a Muggle. He – a known Death Eater – was a muggle Art teacher. That had been enough for them to break into his house and apprehend him for information concerning the missing Saviour and also the part he played in the War.
But Regulus had not been there. They had finally, after searching the entire first floor, gone up the stairs and found the bedroom. Regulus had not been anywhere near the room, or the house, or even the town. A teen boy, however, was found tied to one of the bed posts with thick chains. He was unconscious, numerous cuts and bruises on his face and blood running down his arms from his wrists.
The child was lifted carefully by the Aurors, and taken to St. Mungo's for emergency treatment. It was only after he had been stabilized, and after they had healed all the wounds they could, that a small lightning bolt scar was discovered on his forehead. Fifteen minutes later Lily, James, William and Marianna Potter, along with Remus and Sirius, arrived at the hospital. Half an hour after that a patient over heard a few nurses talking about how they had found The Harry Potter. Two hours later The Daily Prophet found out and they had their next headline story. The next day, all of the Wizarding United Kingdom was rejoicing at the news of their found saviour.
Especially with the whispers that The Dark Lord was rising again.