Ch. 14

Harry's First Discovery

Voldemort was not there to greet Harry at the station as he normally did. Instead, the boy had to floo his way home by himself, a little confused. However, his confusion completely wiped from his memory as he saw the handsome, towering figure of his father waiting for him in front of the fireplace, both hands held behind his back. "Dad!" Harry cried out and he started to run towards the man.

"Stop," Mr. Riddle commanded. Harry stopped a foot away from him, and stared at him, confused. "Do not hug me Harry," Voldemort said slowly, "until… I've put these somewhere safe." And he pulled from behind his back, three tickets to the Quidditch World Cup. "Though I loathe the game entirely, you don't, and since I know you have been cheering for the Bulgarian team…" He smiled when he saw Harry's huge grin on his face. The Dark Lord opened his arms, "Now, you may hug me," he said, and Harry rushed into them.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Harry chanted. "They must have cost you a fortune!"

"Me? No," Voldemort chuckled. "I used Malfoy's money."

"Huh?"

"Oh it was quite fun actually," Voldemort chuckled. "My followers still believe that I am a Dark Lord who would kill at any moment, and with that belief comes a bit of fear."

"Do they think you're training me to be the next Dark Lord or something?" Harry asked cheekily, poking his tongue out.

"Only if you want to Harry, just don't go around killing people," Voldemort said. "Anyway, I visited the Malfoys and made my request: Three tickets to the Quidditch World Cup and, naturally, he complied. To make matters even greater, I have went to the Ministry to the Department of Magical Games and Sports and… influenced some connections to make sure the Weasleys get the same box tickets that we have."

"Box Tickets?"

"Yes," Voldemort smirked. "We shall be sitting with the Minister of Magic and several important Ministry members, but, more importantly, after the game you will be able to meet the players yourself—" Voldemort barely finished the sentence before Harry hugged him again. The boy looked up at Voldemort and said, "Have I told you that I love you?"

"Not today, no," the man mused.

"I love you Dad," Harry said. Voldemort smirked and patted the boy's back. "Well, I think you should go now and tell Logan the news."

"Logan?"

"I have three tickets Harry," Voldemort said. "One for me, one for you, and a third for Logan. Do not be daft-looking, I know you tell the boy all about your Quidditch triumphs. So he might as well see a game for himself."

"But he's a muggle," Harry said.

"So? I'm the bloody Dark Lord, I can do what I want," Voldemort said. "If I want you to bring your best friend to the World Cup then who is going to stop us?"

Harry smiled again and looked at the tickets. "I—Dad can I—"

"Go," Voldemort said. "The sooner you go tell the boy, the sooner you can come back and tell me how much you love and adore your Daddy."

Harry rolled his eyes and took the tickets in his hand. "I'll be right back!" he said excitedly, and he ran out the house. Voldemort couldn't help but chuckle to himself: The boy forgot to take off his robe.

In his excitement to tell his best friend, Harry did not notice the large black dog the size of a wolf hiding in his front lawn. When the boy turned the corner, the dog darted towards the door, squeezing through it as it swung itself close. The dog stopped, shocked and terrified, as a voice said, "If you are going to sneak into my home, Black, would you please make sure not to drop any of your fur onto my carpets? I've just had them clean—and make sure the door is closed!"

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When Harry arrived at the McMann house, he practically jumped towards the door and began knocking excitedly. An angry voice answered his knocks, "I told you time and again—we don't work on fuckin' Sundays—oh, it's you… what's with the getup?" It was Mr. McMann. His large, wide frame blocked the door completely.

"School Uniform—is Logan home, Mr. McMann?" Harry asked.

Mr. McMann just thrusted a thick thumb behind him and moved out of the way, muttering under his breath about weirdos and poofs. Harry walked into the house, smiled and said "Hi," to Mrs. McMann, and stopped in front of a door leading to a basement. He heard grunts and panting from underneath and decided to follow the noise. The basement looked to be a personal gym for the McMann brothers. Weights laid on the floor against the wall, some as small as Harry's fist while other looked to be the size of his head. There was a large red punching bag hanging from the ceiling, and a bench with a long metallic pole on top of it, with large rings of different weights on either side. All the brothers were down there, and they were all shirtless.

Harry caught his breath, his eyes moving from body to body, from Shawn's thick muscular back, to Johnny's large arms… the twins both had perfect, clear abs and were busy doing sit-ups while Logan… Harry could feel his breath going away as he stared at Logan.

The fourteen-year-old grew up immensely, looking quite older than what he really was, the boy had looks that would kill. His chest and abs were defined, he looked thicker, stronger, his arms pure muscle that looked like he could lift Harry up in an instant with ease. His legs looked to be well defined, a little thick, Harry stared at his friend's nipples, pink with a hint of hair… and pierced? Since when did Logan have his nipples pierced? He still had that confident swagger to him, his hair now stylized in what Harry assumed was now the popular style. He was posing in front of a mirror, smirking to himself.

Harry, keeping his eyes on Logan and whose mouth suddenly became very dry, somehow made the rest of the way down the stairs. Logan looked so different now, so much more mature… it shocked the small petite Harry Riddle. Yes, shock, that is why he must be staring at Logan so.

Though, why was it that his heart was beating so fast… and his private parts growing hard?

Logan spotted Harry through the mirror. Turning around, Logan smiled and opened his arms. "Harry!" he exclaimed. The brothers stopped and turned to greet Harry. Still blushing heavily, Harry did his best to try and stare at Logan's eyes… but his eyes kept drifting towards his nipples.

"H-Hi Logan… you look good," Harry said, his voice squeaky.

"Like the change huh?" Logan smirked. "Wait upstairs, I'll be with you in a moment."

Harry nodded quickly and he rushed up the stairs. His breath now matching his rapid heartbeat, Harry squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself to be normal, for his private part to soften and for his cheeks to lose the blush. He failed them all by the time Logan returned, wearing a loose grey shirt that was stained with sweat. "Didn't know you came back," he smiled.

"I just did," Harry blushed.

"Harry? You okay? You're dressed very strangely," Logan said.

"He's dressed like a queer!" Mr. McMann's loud voice shouted through the house.

Harry blushed even more and looked down at his feet. Logan frowned and placed his hand on Harry's back. "Ignore him, Harry, so come on, what got you so excited that you didn't even change to see me?" He smiled as he led Harry away from the basement door, and towards a set of stairs that led upstairs. Harry waited until they were safely in Logan's room before he started talking.

"Daddy surprised me with these," he said, and he pulled out the World Cup tickets out of his pocket. "They're tickets to the Quidditch World Cup—best seats you can get—and he got three of them. One for me, one for him, and one for you, if you want to come."

"Is that that funny sport with the brooms and balls you always tell me about?" Logan asked.

"Yeah."

"Then I'd love to go," Logan smirked. "Can I see?" Harry handed him a ticket. "Box seating?" he gasped.

Harry grinned. "Yeah, we get to meet the players afterwards, and you'll finally be able to meet my friends from Hogwarts!"

"Now I definitely have to do," Logan smirked. "Have to make sure they're alright for the McMann's little boy!"

"McMann's—and when did I became that?" Harry demanded.

"Since now, Riddle," Logan smirked. "I mean, look at how tiny you are!" And he laughed as he placed his hand near the ground. "You're like a baby!"

"Well, I rather be a baby who can get what he wants rather than a chocolate maker who needs muscles just to get a date," Harry smirked.

"Don't bring Shawn into this, he's just hopeless!" Logan exclaimed and the two of them laughed.

"So, you're coming?" Harry asked.

"Of course! Wouldn't miss it for the world," Logan said.

"Great! I'll go tell my Dad!" Harry exclaimed. And, in his excitement, he did something that shocked both of them. As he took the ticket from Logan's hand, he kissed Logan fully on the lips. Both boys realized what happened, and Harry, looking scared and petrified, turned and ran away, leaving Logan standing shocked, and heavily confused.

Harry did not stop running until he was home. Tears began to fill his eyes, his heart began to weigh with an unbearable confusion like a stone tied in chains. When he reached his home, he pushed open the door and yelled out, his voice broken, "Dad!"

Two pairs of footsteps came running, and Harry hiccupped to see both his father and Sirius Black running towards them, both having their wands out. "Sirius?" Harry said, staring at the man. What was he doing here?

"Harry, oh Harry, thank God you're alright," Sirius said, and he rushed towards the boy, only to be knocked away with a flick of Voldemort's wand.

"I told you, Black, do not touch my son," Voldemort said angrily.

"He's my godson! I have more claim to him than you, Voldemort," Sirius spat out. "You killed his parents!"

"And I've made up for that several times over," Voldemort said coolly, his wand still aimed at Sirius, keeping him against the wall. "In fact, Black, the reason you are here is because of me."

"Because you stole my godson!" Black yelled.

"Stole?" Voldemort laughed. "Stole? I have stole no one."

"Dad—"

"You killed Lily and James—"

"Dad!"

"I gave Dumbledore Wormtail—I am the reason you are here!"

"DAD!" Harry screamed. He got both the men's attention. He was still frowning, and trying his best not to cry the tears filling his eyes. "Can we please talk?"

"Yes, of course," Voldemort said. He glanced at Black and said, "I would love to continue to argue, but my son needs me." Black glared at him as he continued to struggle against the invisible bonds that tie him to the wall. Voldemort turned his full attention to Harry and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, leading him to two nearby chairs. "What happened? You left looking so happy."

Harry sniffled and looked up at Voldemort.

"Did Logan say no?"

Harry shook his head.

"Were they mean to you?"

Again, Harry shook his head.

"Then what happened?"

"I…I kissed Logan," Harry whispered. Behind them, Sirius strained to hear him. Voldemort, noticing this, looked back and said, "Your godson kissed his best friend, if you were wondering." Turning back to Harry, "Did he hurt you?"

"No."

"Did he screamed?"

"No."

"Did he do anything?"

"No… but… I, I'm supposed to like girls, right?" Harry looked up at Voldemort. He looked scared, his heart still weighted down by a stone tied with the metal chain.

The Dark Lord gave his son a soft smile. "No, no you're not supposed to like anybody, Harry," Voldemort said. "If you find that you keep staring at boys instead of girls, that's okay, if you find you're staring at both equally, that's okay too. What matters, Harry, is that you are happy. Understand?"

Harry gave a soft nod.

"Good," Voldemort said. "Now, pushing aside my personal feelings for the odious patriarch and foul-mouthed brothers, how did you feel in that moment?"

"It was… too much of a shock—I saw Logan shirtless… he has muscles now… and piercings!" Harry exclaimed, earning a frown from his Daddy. "I…I liked staring at them… I mean…I, well, you know…"

"No need to explain," Voldemort said. "Can I tell your godfather about our whispering?" Harry's eyes widened slightly, he didn't notice that they were whispering. He nodded, and Voldemort stood up.

"Your godson just had a very dramatic first kiss with his best friend whose father I hate and brothers I find quite annoying," Voldemort said. "His best friend did not react and thus, Harry ran away—"

There was a knock on the door. The three turned to stare at it. The knocking was rapid, almost feverish, and sounding very urgent. "Answer it," Voldemort said. He waved his wand, and Sirius slid to the ground, the invisible bonds no more.

Harry wiped his face and opened the door. Logan pounced on him, their lips connecting and Logan's hands going to Harry's face as the two teens fall to the ground. "Such a chick Harry," Logan growled out, "left before I could do anything." They kissed again while the two adults stared, one with confusion, and the other pure annoyance.

The Dark Lord cleared his voice, causing both boys to look up at him. "H-Hi Mr. Riddle…" Logan blushed.

"Hello."

"Uh… thanks for the ticket to that World Cup thing, I can't wait to go," Logan said.

"I heard." Voldemort said. Logan was still laying on top of Harry. "Please, get off my son."

"Oh!" As if realizing where they were, the two scrambled to their feet. Logan noticed Sirius at last and asked, "Who are you?"

"That, Mr. McMann, is Harry's godfather," Mr. Riddle said. "He was… unavailable these past twelve years. I have recently helped him with a very important situation."

"Oh… nice to meet you, I'm Logan McMann," Logan said, and he offered his hand.

Sirius Black looked at it for a second then took it, muttering his name. "You one of them too?" he asked.

"One of—"

"The Muggle knows that we are wizards, Black," Voldemort drawled. "And yes, he is."

"Sweet," Logan grinned. "So, you can like, shoot fire out of your hand and everything?"

"Logan," Harry giggled, his mood taking a quick and sudden one eighty, "that isn't how magic works, I told you."

"No… I can't do that…" Sirius said apprehensively.

"Black and I were just about to discuss his living situation," Mr. Riddle said. "Harry, why don't you and Logan occupy yourselves? One of my snakes will follow you."

Harry grinned and winked at Logan, he whispered something, and the two of them rushed up the stairs, and down a hallway towards Harry's room. Voldemort immediately turned to Sirius. "You will not scream, you will not fight, you will do nothing but sit down and talk to me. Harry is here now, and I will not have fighting or screaming while he is here."

He snapped his fingers, and the thick snake slithered into the room, in English, so Sirius can understand, he said, "Follow Harry and Logan. Make sure they keep the kissing to a minimum."

"What do you mean by living conditions?" Sirius demanded.

"You have no where else to go, do you?" Mr. Riddle said more than asked. "You've no home, no friends. You may be an innocent man because of my actions, but that does not mean that people will instantly forgive you or open their arms for you."

Black still glared at Voldemort, who continued. "I know, you kept saying that you're going to get Harry back, steal my son from me, and all that godfatherly nonsense. But the point of the matter is this: Harry Riddle is my son. He has been for thirteen years now. We have grown rather attached to each other. If you have any doubts, just ask that old fool Dumbledore."

"You mean he knew?"

"Of course he knew," Voldemort laughed. "He personally handed Harry his Hogwarts letter himself! After we had a little argument. He tried to take away my son too. But as you see," Voldemort waved a hand towards where Harry and Logan fled away, "he has failed. I will assume, however, that you, unlike Dumbledore, will want to stay close to my son, you have a right to it being his godfather, however, I will not tolerate your attempts to steal him away. The boy is happy here, happier than with whatever you can provide in your current state, which let me remind you Black is nothing, and, apparently, he now has a boyfriend." Voldemort frowned at the last part. "A boyfriend whose access to our home now has to be limited… but that is business for another day.

"Your only choice, it seems, is that you stay here, Black," Voldemort said. "However, that will only happen if you promise not to try and turn my son against me. It is an impossible task, and it will only lead to him disliking you."

"I will never live with you," Sirius Black yelled. "You stole Harry—"

"What did I warn you about yelling?" Voldemort seethed, his wand suddenly at Sirius's neck. "I offered you a place to stay with Harry, isn't that what you wanted? But instead you yell? After I specifically told you not to? Get out. My offer will remain open, but until you learn your senses, I want you out of my house. Go!"

He flicked his wand, and Black was gone, thrust out of the front door. The Dark Lord sighed as Sirius glared at him through the open front doors. Crossing his arms, Voldemort walked up to Black until the was just as the threshold of the doors. "Well?"

"You never harmed him?"

"No never," Voldemort drawled. "Disciplined, yes, but not harm."

"Discipline?"

"Spanked."

"Fine…James and Lily help me, fine I'll live with you," Sirius said.

"Excellent," Voldemort said, his lips curling into a smug smirk. "You will have the guest room upstairs. And no, it is not in Harry's corridor," and he turned towards the stairs, not even waiting or looking back to see if Black was following him.

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Meanwhile, Harry and Logan were too busy meshing their faces together. Like two horny teens, their bodies pressed together, hormones taking over as they groaned and explored. Harry's hand was up Logan's shirt, brushing over his detailed muscles, flicking and playing with his pierced nipples while Logan was kissing his neck, sucking and causing Harry to give high-pitched noises.

"Such a great chick," Logan muttered, "even better."

Harry couldn't understand what Logan was muttering against his neck, his head felt entirely foggy, his hands tingled with excitement as he pressed against Logan's muscles. Shirts were tossed aside, and Harry stared at Logan's piercings. Two small rings that shined against his pale skin. "Like my piercings, Baby?" Logan smirked.

Harry blushed and bit his lip. "Don't worry, babe, we'll get you some too if you want, get your tits pierced, or your ears."

"I don't have tits," Harry muttered, "I'm not a girl."

"Just kiss me," Logan said roughly, and he hooked his hand on the back of Harry's neck and pulled him closer. They kissed openly, Harry letting go of all control, letting Logan direct him. He was surprised at how skilled Logan was, but it didn't matter as he just felt so good kissing him, the cold metal of Logan's piercings pressing against Harry's chest made him shiver. Logan's hands drifted up and down Harry's smooth back, taking in his lean body that led to a small butt. He grabbed and squeezed both cheeks and started thrusting against Harry's body when they both heard a very angry hiss.

Shocked, they turned to see the thick snake sitting on Harry's nightstand, right next to their heads. Logan gave a scream, more of surprise than terror, and Harry gave a very annoyed groan. However he did not know why he was so annoyed.

"Go away," he hissed.

"Believe me, I would want to. I do not want to watch you and disgusting human doing whatever it is you were doing, but my master commanded, and I must follow," the snake said. Harry gave a groan and turned to Logan.

"Daddy sent him to watch us," he said.

"Damn… can't you tell him to go away or something?"

"No, Daddy would just get angry," Harry said.

Logan gave Harry a dirty smirk. He moved so they were sitting next to each other and wrapped one arm around Harry while he grabbed Harry's hand and placed it over one of his piercings. "We can still have fun without your Daddy getting mad," he purred. Harry blushed and bit his lips.

"How about we go see a movie later?" the boy said. "It's been a year since I saw one—"

"Mmm… that sounds like fun," Logan said. "But first, let's kiss some more." Harry was more than happy to do so. Both boys moaned in the kiss, and Logan smirked and couldn't help but say, "God Harry, you kiss like a chick."

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