25. Losing Control

Warnings: Minor male Sex Scene between an adult and a minor/mentions of child abuse including physical, emotional and sexual abuse/bad language

On Monday morning in first period Herbology McGonagall came for Harry. Harry didn't know what this was about but he followed her out of the room. McGonagall stopped just outside the castle to explain what was going on.

'Harry, there have been complaints about your magical guardian,' McGonagall explained.

Harry was surprised that they had actually dealt with this considering it was Dumbledore who Harry had filed the complaint against. Harry didn't react not letting McGonagall know that he knew what was going on. He didn't trust Dumbledore unless it involved Voldemort. He knew Dumbledore would protect him from Voldemort but not from anyone else.

'My magical guardian? What's that?' asked Harry.

'Your magical guardian is Professor Dumbledore. It his job to mentor you on the duties of your lordships,' McGonagall said.

'My what?'' Harry asked.

'You don't know,' McGonagall frowned. 'Oh I will be having words with that man! I can see why the Wizagamot and your Bank Manager want to talk to you considering you can claim you title in July.'

'I can?' asked Harry.

'Yes, you can emancipate yourself,' agreed McGonagall.

'Who will I be meeting?' asked Harry.

'A member of the Wizagamot and the Manager of the Potter vaults,' McGonagall replied. 'You'll be meeting in my office.'

'What will happen?' asked Harry.

'Either Dumbledore will be given a warning and told to fulfil his duties regarding you or a new Guardian will be appointed,' McGonagall said.

'Do I have any say on that?' asked Harry.

'Considering your age you could be asked is there anyone you would like as a guardian,' McGonagall admitted. 'If you weren't Hogwarts age then no you would not.'

'It probably won't matter I don't know any Wizarding nobility,' Harry admitted.

'If you are asked, ask for Lord Malcolm McGonagall, Viscount Ross,' McGonagall told him.

'Thanks Professor,' Harry smiled realising that this viscount had to be a sibling of his house head.

The two walked in silence towards McGonagall's office. McGonagall left Harry there. It didn't surprise Harry much. Harry supposed that McGonagall had to have other classes at this time considering Transfiguration was one of the most popular classes.

Entering Harry entered to see of all the people who could possibly be there it would be Cornelius Fudge. Harry doubted that he would have been chosen as the representative of the Wizagmont had it not been for the fact it was Harry. Harry thought that Fudge was a bit of blustering fool but he seemed innocent enough. Beside him was a goblin who had to be the manager of the Potter accounts.

'Minister,' Harry greeted.

'Harry,' Fudge positively beamed at him. 'How is the preparation for the next task going?'

Harry shrugged, 'I don't know what it is yet.'

The goblin cleared his throat, 'I believe we have matters to attend to.'

'Right,' Fudge said. 'I believe you filed a complaint that you have received no tuition from Lord Dumbledore?'

'No I didn't know until my friend told me,' Harry admitted.

'Dumbledore has been informed of this meeting,' Fudge said.

'So what happens now?' asked Harry.

'Lord Dumbledore has been given an official warning,' the goblin said. 'If he has not contacted you and began mentoring you by the first of April a new guardian will be chosen.'

The goblin threw an angry look at Fudge at this point leaving Harry with no doubts on who had been the one to let Dumbledore go with just a warning. It didn't surprise Harry considering that Harry knew that Dumbledore was supposed to be Fudge's advisor. It didn't bother Harry too much as it would be an excuse to spend time with Sirius. Otherwise he wouldn't have that excuse if someone who was actually willing to teach Harry was given guardianship.

Harry was dismissed and made his way back to the Herbology classroom wondering when and if Dumbledore would contact him. Harry still didn't understand why Dumbledore hadn't just taught him. It may give Harry an excuse to spend time with Sirius but Harry still respected Dumbledore in an odd way that Harry couldn't understand considering what Dumbledore had done to him.

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Friday approached and Dumbledore still hadn't approached Harry. It didn't bother Harry because he had his next meeting with Sirius to worry about. Soon as potions was finished Harry practically raced away to meet Sirius.

'Harry, where are you going?' demanded Hermione.

Harry had forgotten about Hermione and Ron. However, he realised that he needed to tell his two friends what was going on. He doubted that they would mind. Ron and Harry never discussed Harry's lands, title and money but they all knew it.

'Oh, sorry,' Harry said quickly. 'It's what Sirius and I discussed last Saturday. You know how I know nothing about my duties as the Heir of the houses of Potter and Black well Sirius agreed to teach me.'

Hermione smiled, 'today?'

'He doesn't want me wandering about at night,' Harry explained. 'Friday gives us until dinner. He'll meet me outside Honeydukes and I won't reveal myself until we get to the Cave.'

Hermione nodded worrying her lip obviously not pleased about the fact that Harry was breaking the rules especially in such a potentially dangerous climate. Harry understood her worries but knew he'd be perfect safe with Sirius there. Even if he wasn't he wouldn't give up seeing Sirius for anything.

Harry had owl ordered contraceptive potions which he had taken this morning so that if anything untoward happened he'd be safe. He had been warned that it wasn't a hundred percent accurate but it did prevent about 9 in 10 pregnancies. Harry didn't know what he would do if ended up pregnant at fourteen years old especially when it came out that it was his escaped criminal of a godfather was the father.

Hermione nodded, 'be careful.'

'Aren't I always?' grinned Harry.

'Do you really want me to answer that?' asked Hermione with a slight smile and worry in her dark eyes.

'Hey I don't go looking for trouble,' Harry retorted.

'Nah trouble goes looking for you,' grinned Ron at what was becoming a running joke.

'Sirius will be there,' Harry reminded them.

Hermione nodded, 'have fun.'

Harry nodded turning around hoping that Hermione didn't see his blush. "Fun" and Sirius made Harry think of only thing. He very much hoped that Sirius and Harry would have lots of "fun". It was just getting around Sirius' self control that was the problem. He'd almost done it last Saturday only to spoil it to talk about contraception and bring Sirius out of his lustful state.

Half an hour later Harry was standing outside the sweet shop when Sirius came bounding up to Harry. Harry yet again wondered if animals could see through the cloak because they always seemed to know he was there. Harry had never thought much about the spells or potions or whatever on the cloak. Up at the cave after Harry had removed the cloak and Sirius transformed back into a man Harry asked his question.

'Can animals see through the cloak?' asked Harry. 'You, Crookshanks and Mrs Norris always seem to be able to know when I'm there even when I'm under the Cloak.'

'We can smell you,' Sirius said with a blush.

'Oh and what do I smell like?' Harry said cheekily.

'Harry, don't,' Sirius half begged.

'You know in July I'll be legally an adult,' Harry said.

'I know,' Sirius said softly conflicted about what to do when Harry became an adult. 'But until then we're nothing more than friends.'

Harry sighed deciding not to push Sirius just yet with what kind of friends they could be, 'fine so what do we start on.'

'You know we have a lot of catching up to do,' Sirius warned. 'I learnt this from the moment I could walk.'

Harry nodded thinking that it only meant that Harry could spend more time alone with Sirius. Hopefully Sirius would finally give in. Harry would prefer it to be before the thirty first of July but beggars can't be choosers. And from Harry's summer on streets Harry knew how to beg.

'Okay let's start with the hierarchy of nobility in the Wizarding World,' Sirius said. 'Firstly there is the fact that although the monarch of Muggle Britain has no official power in the Wizagamont she does have the power to veto laws which is why Muggle Hunting and Muggleborn Discrimination has never been legalised.

'We then have the Wizagamont body which Lily always said was comparable to the House of Lords in Muggle society and it is true that some Wizarding nobles sometimes have a corresponding seat in the House of Lords,' Sirius went on.

'The Head of the Wizagamont is called the Chief Warlock who is a member of the Wizengamot elected by the other nobility. The Chief Warlock is the one that represents us at the International Confederation of Wizards or ICW as it's commonly known. Both the new Chief Warlock or the Supreme Mugwump – the head of the ICW – can be nominated at any point as long as he has the majority of votes, so isn't usually chosen unless the nominee is sure that they have a majority, and is already a member of either the Wizagamot or the ICW respectively,' Sirius continued.

'An heir can claim their inheritance at the age of fifteen years and up where they will automatically be considered as an adult by the Wizarding World, although you cannot be nominated as a Chief Warlock until turning twenty one,' Sirius said. 'Until the heir claims their seat the seat will be claimed by their magical guardian which is almost always their nearest magical blood relative. If for whatever reason the current Head of House is unable to perform their duties usually for mental or physical health reasons their seats and title will have an appointed regent. Usually that will be their heir unless their heir is underage in which case the heir's magical guardian will become regent until either the heir is of age or the Head of House becomes fit for duty. There can only be a regent appointed for an overage Head of House if either the Head of House or a Healer signs off on it. A Head of House may choose someone to act in their stead if they do not wish to take part in the Wizegamot but they can cancel that at any time.'

'There is a hierarchy of seats. Firstly, there are fifteen Dukedoms in Magical Britain. The Ravenclaws of Hogsmeade whom I believe are the Lovegoods, the Woods of Inverness-'

'As in Oliver Wood?' asked Harry.

'He is the heir,' agreed Sirius. 'How do you know him?'

'Captain of the Quidditch team up till last year,' Harry shrugged.

Sirius nodded relieved, 'the McCleods of Edinburgh, the Smiths of Dumfries, the Averys of Carlisle,' frowned Sirius, 'who are suspected Death Eaters. 'The Peverells of Nottingham and the Slytherins of Cambridge both seats which were not been claimed in the last few centuries due to the fact that to claim those seats you need to have a certain power level and thanks to all the inbreeding of their descendents – the Gaunts – they were all but squibs and were believed to have died out until Voldemort claimed to the Heir and actually held titles until the Wizagamot caught up with him and he became wanted for multiple homicides, the Gryffindors of Gloucester which is yours when you come of age, the Hitchins of Oxford, the Blacks of London-'

'You're family?' asked Harry surprised from what he saw of Grimmauld he wouldn't have guessed they were noble.

Sirius grimaced at this, 'unfortunately.'

Harry raised an eyebrow at this, 'you don't like your family.'

It was something Harry could understand. Harry doubted that Sirius' family were anywhere near as bad as the Dursleys but there was more ways to hurt a child than just physically and sexually. Sirius seemed to understand what Harry was thinking about and shook his head.

'They never hurt me either physically or,' Sirius closed his eyes and swallowed, 'sexually or even emotionally until I was eleven. They were blood purists the lot of them, obsessed with the Dark Arts and known for it,' spat Sirius. 'And always Slytherin so when I was sorted into Gryffindor I immediately became the pariah of the family. Ran away to the Potters when I was sixteen and my mother attempted to disown me and make my brother –and a much better son if my parents were to be believed – the Heir.'

'Attempted?' asked Harry.

'I was removed as primary heir but as I was one of the last people still carrying the Black name as my older cousins had all married my father kept me as secondary heir so that the Black name would live on,' Sirius explained. 'After my brother's death during his tenure as a Death Eater whether it was Voldemort, the Ministry or revenge it was never found as his body was never discovered but the goblins have magic to tell them if one of their clients is dead as their accounts will close and if they have a will with Gringotts that will become activated. So I became the Black Heir by default when I was nineteen and during my imprisonment the Black Duke.'

'Is that why you were believed to be the traitor because of your family's reputation?' asked Harry feeling that was very unfair Harry knew more than anyone that you couldn't choose your family.

'Probably,' Sirius agreed a dark look on his face as he thought of Azkaban.

'I'm sorry,' Harry said.

Harry placed a hand on Sirius' and there was a silent moment where green eyes met grey eyes. Sirius sometimes forgot how much life had matured the fourteen year boy opposite him. But he could not when looking into those green eyes so much like his brother in all but blood's wife.

Once again before Sirius could formulate reasons why this was a bad idea his lips met Harry's and he was lost. Sirius was once more locked in Harry's embrace. If Sirius had been able to formulate coherent words he would have said something but as it was he was far too absorbed in Harry to say or do anything but give into his primal urges.

Harry was once more having the life kissed out of him by his ex-lover; hopefully soon to be current lover once again. Sirius was pressing him into the ground that he had been sitting on not two seconds ago, forcing Harry to lie back. Harry brought his legs up to wrap around the older man.

Harry made short work of Sirius' plain black robe that had most certainly seen better days and was the wrong size for him anyway. He felt his black top being ripped off him. Then there was a hand at his jeans which were quickly off too and finally his boxers.

Then Sirius was in him. There was no particular finesse or affection in their love making. It was quick, fast and over far too soon in Harry's opinion. Harry felt Sirius' heavy weight on top of him as the man collapsed.

Sirius moved slightly so that Harry was now able to breathe and lay slightly on the man's shoulder. Harry felt arms wrap around him and fell asleep listening to the man's heartbeat feeling for the first time in months complete. He didn't notice the dark look on his lover's face.

Sirius listened to Harry's breath as he heard Harry's breaths evening out. Sirius knew he was going to hell but felt he couldn't care less. Well that wasn't quite true. Sirius had spent the last month deliberating on whether he should turn up or not.

In the end he did although he lied to Remus about where he was going. Actually Remus had thought he was going out to the shops – in a glamour of course. That was the good thing about being a wizard in a muggle area when you had escaped from prison.

He shuddered to think what would happen when Sirius came in stinking like Harry and sex. Hopefully he would be able to avoid Remus until he had a shower but Sirius somehow doubted it. Remus was going to murder him for having sex with "his cub" again and this time he knew who Harry was.

If James and Lily had been alive they would have killed him. True if they were alive this would never have happened because Harry would never have run away from hope and spent his holiday seducing men for a place to sleep at the age of thirteen. His parents may have spent that time going on at him for the fact he was friends with a "Light hearted fool", a Werewolf (how they knew Sirius would never have guessed), and a pathetic squib of a wizard but he had never felt scared in his home just angry all the time.

Sirius wasn't surprised that they had finally had sex again. It wasn't like there had been no close calls since they had ended. Hell the night their relationship had ended he had ended up snogging Harry. Sirius snorted at this; his control really was as awful as Regulus had claimed it to be after one of Sirius and Walburga's fights.

Then there was last week which had only ended because Harry had mentioned contraception spells. Sirius jumped at this thought causing Harry to stir a bit but didn't wake up. Sirius could practically feel himself paling as his stomach did the Tonga and his eyes shot open.

'Oh Merlin,' muttered Sirius, 'oh Merlin … oh Merlin …'

They hadn't used a contraception spell or condoms. Unless Harry had got potions from Pomfrey (Harry would never go to Snivellus for anything) which would result in a letter home for an underage student. It had only been during his school years when the Board of Governors complained that having readily accessible contraception potions encouraged underage sex which meant that underage students were not allowed contraceptive potions without their parents' permission. That resulted in a drastic increase in teen pregnancies including one of the governor's daughters so they were now accessible again although if the student was underage their parents had to be informed.

'Harry,' Sirius whispered.

Sirius shook the young man up. Harry had only been asleep half an hour anyway so looked up bleary. Sirius had found over the summer they were together that "James" was the type of lover to fall asleep directly after intercourse so the fact he did so again did not worry him.

Harry was still half asleep although he could feel his own semen drying on his stomach and Sirius' inside him and down his legs. But blinking he could see Sirius' pale panicking face above him. There had to be something seriously (no pun intended) wrong for Sirius to have woken him up like this.

'Sirius,' murmured Harry. 'What's wrong?'

'Contraception,' Sirius hissed, 'we forgot it!'

Harry smiled at this snuggling into the older man's embrace. It was lucky that some of them came prepared although he doubted that Sirius would see it as that. He would probably think that Harry came here purposely to seduce him.

Okay that may be true but it sounds so much worse when said like that. Harry loved Sirius and Sirius loved Harry. What was wrong with them being together just because Harry was a few months of being of age?

Between Voldemort and the Dursleys Harry hadn't been a child since he was about eighteen months which was the last time he thought of his godfather in a paternal way, probably. It wasn't like Harry could remember that far back. Somehow he didn't think that others would see it the same way.

Still if he could keep their relationship a secret for another few months then Sirius couldn't be legally charged with anything. True that hadn't stopped the bloody Wizagamot chucking an heir into jail without trial. But it did mean if Sirius was ever proved to be innocent they couldn't put him back in jail if they didn't know.

'I ordered a contraception potion and picked it up at the owl office under a different name,' Harry shrugged. 'We're safe.'

Just as Harry had expected Sirius was not amused. Actually damn right furious was a better term for the mood that Sirius Black was in right now. Harry had expected it but it didn't make it any easier to deal with.

Sirius jumped to his feet magic radiating outwards. Not that Harry could feel it of course with so much of his magic bound. Still if any magical person had been out walking the mountains that afternoon they wouldn't have been able to fail to hear it; luckily few people hiked the mountains around Hogsmeade.

'Did you set this up to seduce me?!' demanded Sirius.

'No,' Harry protested.

Sirius just glared at Harry and Harry flushed guiltily and looked away. Sirius took this as an admission of guilt, which it was really, and looked ready to storm away in his full naked glory. Harry quickly tried to console his angry lover.

'Not really,' Harry said quickly. 'I hoped it would happened, you know that, I've never pretended to like the fact that you are so convinced that what we have is wrong!'

'What we have is wrong!' shouted Sirius. 'Your fourteen, I'm thirty four! I'm your fucking godfather for Merlin's sake. In another world you could be calling me dad!'

'But that's not this world!' Harry shouted. 'Maybe in another world all I feel towards you is paternal feelings but that is not this world. In this world I have had to grow up fast when my fucking uncle took my childhood from me on my twelfth birthday! You know that. Never mind that thanks to Azkban you are mentally twenty one.'

'I know that,' Sirius sighed, 'but the fact of the matter is you are fourteen.'

'Sirius,' Harry said softly, 'I know what you think about what my parents would say if they are here. But one their not! Life is for the living so live it without the fear of what the dead would say! And two, I never knew my parents I have no fucking clue what they would in this insane situation but I like to think that they would want us to be happy after all the shit life as thrown our way!'

Sirius looked at Harry for a second his brain warring with his heart. His heart said to just go for it but his head reminded him how young Harry was and who Harry's parents were to Sirius. In the end it was Sirius' brain which won out.

'You win!'