Mea Culpa

Written by Darkneko06

AN:I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. The book and its ideas and characters are property of JK Rowling and the movies are property of Warner Brothers. No profit is made from this fan fiction and no infringement intended.

Also the rating has now gone up! Not advised for children. New warnings and please do not flame me for I have warned you – will contain heterosexual sex, gay sex, mentions of rape, rape scenes among the usual mentions and scenes of abuse, depression, thoughts of suicide and self-harm.

If this makes you uneasy and sick or triggers you then do not proceed. By proceeding you are now accepting I have warned you.

Thanks for reading. Please note: I do not support abuse, rape, self-harm or suicide. I write on the subject and that is all. Now that the kids are off to bed, please read on. I do not believe I have to even state this to be honest.

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Harry had been well looked after in that coming week. He did not know why. Though curious he was not stupid enough to ask. His uncle could turn back just as easily. The males had visited again that week and Harry had entertained them well. Once again he had served them tea and coffee and spoken only when asked a question. They seemed impressed with him.

As he acted his part he couldn't help but wonder, who were they? What did they want with him? Did they want a slave? Did they want sex? Did they want to accept him into some sort of school? Or even an apprenticeship after his studies? They could even be working for the Dark Lord for all he knew.

He had done well and his uncle was pleased. He was rewarded with lunch and not just lunch but he got to choose the meal too! He almost forgot his wonder at the men.

Days passed and he relaxed into this new life. Then came the day, the men returned but did not enter the house. They talked with his uncle who then let one of them enter and bid the others farewell. Harry and the man were led down to the spare bedroom and his uncle gave him a pointed look letting him know to behave.

Harry sat on the spare bed not knowing what was going on. The man closed the door behind him and he sat next to him. "What was your name kid? "he asked gently.

"Harry, Sir" Harry replied not commenting he was a full 17 and hardly a kid anymore.

"Maybe not a kid then" the man laughed "well almost an adult"

The man seemed friendly enough and Harry must have looked surprised at the comment. "I'm 17 sir, a full adult where I come from".

"Hmmm and such a handsome man too"

Harry was caught off guard. Yet he blushed and took in the males form. The male was older by a good 5 years or so. He was built but not too much and even though he was bulkier than the small wizard he had a gentle nature. The male smirked at the boy. "Ever had a male hit on you before?" he asked.

"No, only had 2 girl friends" Harry replied. Truth was he hadn't thought much on his sexuality. I mean between Voldemort and his studies he hardly had time!

"Well do you like it?"

Harry couldn't help but nod.

The male laughed again at the young wizard's awkwardness.

"Would you like to find out?" he finally asked.

Harry stared back guardedly not knowing how to react. Did he? Would he? What would his friends think if he enjoyed it? Did that matter? Why did it matter what others thought? Was a gay golden boy acceptable? If not what would he do if everyone turned him? Could he hand( well-intended pun)-

AN: Sorta non-con gay sexual scene ahead. Feel free to skip.

Suddenly he couldn't think any more as pleasure overwhelmed him. He looked down to see the other male feeling his bulge. The boy just gave in to this new feeling and let the older man use his experience to his advantage. As the man continued his work on Harry's lower half, the young wizard let out moans of pleasure. The man only stopped as Harry climaxed.

AN: Gay sexual scene over.

Harry looked relaxed and peaceful as he realised one thing. He was gay. When the man stood up he assessed Harry. "That was lesson one. When you are ready you will do the same to another man."

Harry looked slightly fearful but was reassured he would not be expected to comply yet. The man laughed again "I will give your uncle the good news."

The next morning his uncle seemed extra pleased and let Harry relax. He didn't mention the "lesson" and Harry was not asking. What were the lessons for? Was he going to sell him? Before Harry was sent to bed he was told to expect another lesson the next day.

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