I'm a horrible person. Leaving the story for so long was unforgivable. I've just been taken with a collaboration fiction I'm working on.. personal life/family and health problems surely didn't help me to concentrate on anything or just write in peace. I'm just lucky that the story is already all written otherwise I'm not sure I would be able to continue it after all this time..
Anyway, Thank you all for staying with me and having so much patience. I'll leave you to your chapter now.
Harry moaned under the assault of the twins. They had cornered him on his way to the great hall for breakfast and after taking cover in one of the unused broom closets they proceeded to molest him.
It felt like their lips and hands were everywhere on his body, kissing, biting, caressing gently or groping sensually. Their bigger bodies made him feel even smaller than he was but pleasantly safe too, with the knowledge that his mates were strong and able to protect him.. or completely dominate him, supplied his more animalistic side which was purring at their actions.
He tangled his hands in the hair of the twin in front of him, George, and arched himself pressing back against Fred who was leaving a trail of hickeys all over his neck.
His senses and instincts were all over the place fighting against his more rational mind. The kitsune wanted to be, finally, claimed by his mates, to be marked and be one with them. His body and his hormones especially were all too eager to agree with the creature, but his mind was still uncertain.
His human part was scared at how quick it seemed to happen, he wanted.. he didn't know what he wanted exactly, just he didn't feel completely ready for the step yet.
'But maybe if we don't go all the way..' the purring kitsune in the back of his mind suggested flashing its fangs in a devilish smile.
'mmm.. maybe. Yes' he thought as Fred slipped one of his hands under his shirt after untucking it from his trousers, his big warm hand leaving a fiery tail over his abdomen making him whine for more.
He could feel how much the twins wanted him, their desire pressing constantly against the small of his back and his stomach. His own body highly aroused and sensitive to their every touch.
He suddenly yelped as something started to burn inside his trousers pocket and hastily pushed away from the twins, scrambling to reach for the thing that dared to interrupt them.
"pup.. pup can you hear me?" came a voice from the pocket.
Harry's eyes widened and he tried, fruitlessly at that, to regain a bit of composure and a less.. nearly shagged look, let's say.
His hair were easy enough to comb just by running his fingers through, thanks to his inheritance, but there was nothing he could do for the puffy lips.
"Baaaammbiii!"
He groaned and pushed the twins so they would not be seen from the other side of the mirror, ignoring their protests and pouts.
"I'm here Padfoot. What's wrong?" he answered, knowing that if he dared to ignore him the man would storm the castle and cause some commotion.
"Finally! Where were you? And.." his face came closer to the mirror meaning that Harry had the view of a big grey eye looking at him from his hand "Why do you look like that?" he demanded suspiciously.
"Like what?" he asked. He could try, couldn't he?
"Like the twins just snogged you senseless in a broom closet" Sirius deadpanned
"Don't know what you're talking about." He replied, sweating at how Sirius managed to get it right on his first try.
"Your lips are puffy"
"Been biting them. I've got an exam later and I'm nervous about it" Harry lied shamelessly
"You're in a broom cupboard"
"I can't answer the mirror in the middle of the corridor! What if Umbridge saw it?" that was actually true.
"You have hickeys on your neck.."
"Mosquito bites. They're vicious this time of the year" he nodded to himself trying to really look convincing.
"How could they leave hickeys on you?! NO! Don't answer that!" the man screamed "They don't have permission to come so close to you to do such a thing!"
"But.."
"Do you hear me?" he screamed again "I can see you! You cursed gingers! Quit hiding behind that shit, do you really think that a broom can hide you? I could see your hair even if I was blind and dying!"
"Sirius.." Harry tried again but the man was unstoppable now.
"I sweat to Merlin if you defiled my cute precious godson I'll personally castrate you with a rusty butter knife! And play tennis with your testicles!"
The twins whimpered and cupped their precious.. ehm.. their family jewels protectively, making Harry want to giggle.
"And when I'm done with you I'll sell you to Severus to use as test rats! Better yet, I! Will use you as test rats and I'm telling you I cheated to pass my potion newts!"
"Sirius!" another voice cut in from the other side of the mirror making Harry sigh in relief "What do you think you're doing?"
"Stay out of it Nymphadora!"
"Don't fucking call me THAT!" the woman screeched making all of them whimper at the volume "Also, you fucking hypocrite! At Harry's age you were already whoring yourself around Hogwarts! Don't you dare interfere if they want to have some fun! They aren't even going all the way!"
"But"
"No, your godson is a virgin and a fucking prude still!" she insisted "I bet they haven't even played below the belt yet"
Harry blushed scarlet at her words. That was embarrassing and humiliating. And he was not a prude. He was just innocent and inexperienced. Yes, just that. Nothing wrong with it, he pouted.
"So stop ruining the little fun they have and let them live!" The young woman ordered "Now close that connection and go find yourself a shag cause you're clearly needing it bad if you're turning into Molly Wealsey"
"I'm not.." he tried to protest offended.
"Now Sirius Black!" she ordered again "Bye Harry bear, have fun!" she smiled at him before closing the connection herself.
"That was.." Harry started
"Scary?"
"Terrifying?"
"To never repeat?" the twins suggested, hands till firmly lodged over their crotches.
"I was going to say mortifying.. but those are good too. Especially the last one" he agreed before casting a glamour charm over the hickeys and walking out of the cupboard. Now that the excitement, of all kind, was over he was starving for food.
§§
After piling his plate high with pancakes, toast, eggs and adding a bowl of fruit, much to the amusement of his boyfriends and friends; he looked up to look over the great hall.
It all seemed normal but he had a feeling that something else was going to happen, like his morning hadn't seen enough action to last him all day.
Daphne and Tracy nodded to him from the snake's table while Blaise, knowing it was probably him they were greeting, waved at him without turning to face him. Over the raven and badger sections all seemed quite too.
Up the staff table, the teachers were quietly conversing among them, Severus was stabbing his breakfast viciously. If he had to guess, he would say that Dumbledore had said something annoying to him and by the trice cursed grandfatherly smile the goat sported he was right too.
He just hoped that, slim as the chance was, it had nothing to do with him.
The toad was still wearing her hideous pink clothes. Did she knew that there were other colors in existence? He had his doubts, maybe he could help her discover them though, he smiled mischievously.
He was happy to see that she still sported the vomit inducing humongous furry warts on her nose and chin. They were impossible to glamour or remove unless she said the password. It was really his master work, he thought, mainly because the woman needed to croak like a frog to remove them and she would never do it! Serves her right for calling him a 'small child who should listen to his betters'.
The twins had liked the idea and decided to create a candy that gave warts for Halloween, which was fast approaching, only those were more inspired after the muggle idea of witches and would remove themselves after a couple of hours. The orders were already coming in dozens.
His attention was taken by the arrival of the owls and smiled as he saw Hedwig gliding towards him with the care package the marauders and Nym sent him every week.
He was a bit surprised to see that during his musing he had been eating without taking notice. He shrugged and stealing a strip of bacon from George's plate he fed it to his trusty owl.
"What do you have for me today love?" he asked petting her lovingly
Fred had already removed the shrunken package from her leg and left it near his plate before going back to his food. Weasleys and their food, he shook his head fondly.
He carefully opened the package after bringing it back to full size and started piling on the side what he found inside.
A couple of defence books and a bar of chocolate from honeyducks. That was from Remus.
Some potion ingredients he needed and a prank spells book along with an assortments of candies and sweets. Oh there was also a butter knife!
He tapped Fred and George shoulders and gave them the utensil "Sirius sends this for you" he said, laughter shining in his eyes.
The two blinked and crossed their legs, eyeing the torture device -it was rusty too!- in distrust.
Tonks had sent him her mother's fabulous brownies, he couldn't wait to eat them, and a package of condoms. He was going to kill her. Slowly and painfully, he thought while hiding the thing in the recess of his bag, hopefully to never be found again.
There was also a book on runes from Bill and a letter from Charlie, the dragon crazed man preferred to hand them by floo to his brother instead of making some poor owl fly all over the continent for a piece of paper. They had started exchanging letters after Bill talked with him about what happened and, being the creature lover he was, Charlie wasted no time in trying to know everything possible about kitsunes. They now shared a brotherly bond and wrote each other at least once a week about what happened in their lives.
In the last letter, he read, Charlie was telling him about one of the dragons that the man hatched and raised himself since she was an orphan. The young dragoness was now nesting and liked to mother the dragon tamer, since they shared a very close bond, often giving him tongue baths and trying to feed him bits of meat. Charlie liked to joke that she was using him for practice since her eggs would hatch soon. Harry smiled, thinking that he would pay to see the two and their antics.
§§
Unknown to Harry, some very official looking owls had landed on the Gryffindor table in front of a certain trio of students.
They warily opened their letters and upon reading them chaos ensued.
It was from Gringotts bank and the goblins 'politely' informed them that all the contents of their vaults had been seized upon order of the Wizengamot, upon charges of theft from Lord Potter. The verdict stated that they had to give back all the money they took. If their monetary assets weren't sufficient, their possessions would be confiscated and sold. In the chance that they were still in debt, the remaining sum would be taken from their paychecks as soon as they started working and the interests would pile up too.
If they refused to comply with the demands, or hadn't been able to pay back Lord Potter in a ten year period, the goblins would have the option of arresting them and making them work in their mines.
They would be no better than slaves and treated worse than the Malfoy house elves. Not a good prospect.
Granger screeched loudly, that was the money she had saved for university! She needed to study more and widen her education, how would she afford the fees to attend now? Especially considering that she hadn't attended muggle school in a long time and didn't have any certifications. Her only chance was to buy her way in and her parents couldn't afford it. Not if she wanted to go to the best university of the country, Weasel started shouting that they couldn't take away his money, that he earned it for putting up with the bother that was Harry and all his dangerous and life risking adventures. He deserved that money and no one could take it away from me.
Weaslette was wailing because, other than losing all the money she wanted to spend on pretty clothes and jewels, she was also informed that the marriage contract was null and that she risked being charged with attempted line theft and would be monitored heavily by the DMLE in the following years, especially if she was to marry.
The student body was either enjoying the show or looking at them disgusted at their actions or their current behavior.
Harry was amused, payback is a bitch after all. He knew that they probably thought he had forgotten about them by now or wouldn't do anything. Everybody knew that revenge was best served cold, and they weren't certainly expecting it.
Fred and George were howling with laugher, along with a few of his more outgoing friends, the others settled for smirks of satisfaction.
He would have to send the pensieve memory to Sirius, he was sure the man would appreciate it.
§§
When Halloween finally came Harry woke up with a feeling of dread. It was not the first time and it always meant something bad was going to happen.
He shivered and snuggled up closer to his mates, trying to use the heath of their bodies to keep away the unnatural cold. He sighed when their arms automatically came around him to envelope him in a tighter embrace.
He knew that it wouldn't change anything but the childish wish to stay in bed all day until it wasn't Halloween anymore was great. What was going to happen would happen all the same and with his luck he wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it.
He wasn't able to eat anything more than a little piece of toast for breakfast and he all day he would jump at any noise, his instincts making him even more skittish. He couldn't be faulted though, his record wasn't very good and gave him good reason to be a little paranoid.
Troll, basilisk, escaped convict, triwizard tournament. He really didn't want to know what it was about this time. Or maybe he wanted to know just to put an end to this madness.
He wasn't able to pay attention in any of his classes and if it wasn't for Severus quick reflexes he would have been caught in the explosion of his cauldron too.
By mid afternoon his friends were trying to get him to go back to the common room to rest a bit, if only to be sure he wouldn't injure himself in class but he was adamant he stay.
There was no way he would go in his room to grow worried crazy about his friends, mates and everything else. No, being among people was better.
Harry was currently in his ancient runes class, sitting between Padma and Daphne. The two girls had taken the duty to watch over him during this period, much to his amusement. For being the ice queen of slytherin, the blond girl was acting surprisingly motherly with him. Not that he would tell her, she would curse him to hell and back.
He was reading the chapter as per instructions when someone knocked on the door. Raising his head he saw professor McGonagall entering. She walked inside and spoke something softly in her colleague's ear who nodded looking grim.
"Mr. Potter, if you would collect your things quickly and follow me please" she said.
"Yes, madam." His palms were sweaty and he was having difficulty breathing regularly. His friends were looking at him in concern and he gave a strained smile in return, though it looked more like a grimace. As soon as he was out of the door he rounded on the woman and asked "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Mr Potter, perhaps my office is a better place for such a discussion" she tried to reason
"No, please professor. Tell me what happened" he pleaded, irrational fear starting to grip at his insides.
"There was an attack in Diagon Alley" she started looking solemn
His eyes widened. Diagon Alley.. so many people he knew could be hurt, Voldemort could have done anything. What if he kidnapped someone close to him?! Or kill- no.. he couldn't think like that. He needed to be positive. Not think of the worst outcome.
"There were many casualties and even more people are being taken to Saint Mungo's in critical condition. The order arrived only at the end of the attack it seemed"
"Of course, Dumbledore has to take his time" he sneered thinking of all the innocent that had found themselves in the middle of a fight with death eaters. So many people that would never see their loved ones again.
"Mr Potter, please refrain from speaking of the headmaster in such a way. Regardless of your personal problems, it is not the way of speaking of your headmaster" she scolded him more out of habit than anything else.
"Then get to the point please." He snapped, the worry threatening to overwhelm his mind and ruin his normal composure.
"You are right. Lord Black was in the alley at the time of the attack and he fought valiantly against the death eaters. He managed to incapacitate or kill a great number of them and protected countless innocents by making them hide inside the building in which he was overseeing some works being done."
Harry started to hyperventilate. Why did it sound so… so.. final? Like something you said at someone's funeral.
"He was dueling Voldemort himself when he fell to.." her words were starting to sound far away and her image blurry.
'Not Sirius..'
He couldn't get enough air into his lungs no matter how much he tried, it was like someone was chocking him.
'He can't be..'
The edges of his vision started to become black. Were those tears he could feel on his face?
'Sirius..'
Minerva wasn't quick enough and she watched as the boy fainted and fell to the ground.
I now.. horrible person. I make you wait months and then end the chapter with a cliff hanger.. It was not done of purpose though...Umh.. Reviews.. are.. appreciated..? *hides from the curses*