I Want It All

Disclaimer/Plot/Challenge Information/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to Winged Seer Wolf: my recommended reads are Dark Lord Potter, Apex and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Harry's Madness by SilverLocke980, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, Blood Crest by Cauchy, Knight Errant and Harry Potter and the Shadow of the Demon by ArlyssTolero, The Darkening Of Your Soul by MaeglinYedi, Broken Shackles by Black Infinity 1289, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135 and The Rise of a Dark Lord by LittleMissXanda

Key Pairing: Harry/Kai

Other Pairings: Dean/Seamus; Others TBD

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'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

Winged Seer Wolf: Sadly not, though her death has certainly lit a fire under our dark hero: also, I hope you like how this chapter helps put a bit more into Harry and Kai's relationship;

A-gods-flame: He was given more tears, but not in his blood like you said in your review: he drank them, remember? Also, the obliviate incident starts this chapter off;

'You will not win, Albus!' thought Kai, his gold eyes darkening in their sockets as he held Harry close, not even wincing as he felt Harry claw at his chest in fury; if not for his shirt, Kai imagined his abs and pecs would have been scarred by the force of Harry's clawing motions.

'You will fail…and I only hope I am there for my Master…as he makes your power his own…and then makes you die…slowly!'

"I'm here, Harry…" whispered Kai, kissing Harry's forehead, even as he held onto the young man.

"I'm here…"

Chapter 3: Phoenix? Meet Dragon

Two Years Ago

"I hope you both understand that in the last several hours, you have broken no less than fifty school rules!"

"You know, most normal people would just say thank you, Professor," drawled Harry, cutting off what he was pretty sure was a well-rehearsed speech from the old man. However, after nearly dying to save his precious students, not to mention do Dumbledore's job for him in saving the school and avenging the honour and memory of a ghost, on top of having to battle Voldemort alone again, Harry, quite frankly, wasn't in the mood for platitudes, let alone any sort of punishment-turned-reward at the last minute, like last year.

As he told Dumbledore what he thought, however, Harry saw Ron's eyes widen in alarm before the redhead asked, "Harry! What do you think you're doing talking back to Dumbledore like this? He's Dumbledore, for Merlin's sake!"

"And I'm sure Merlin appreciates that, Ronald, but I know, for a fact, that I sure don't," argued Harry, earning another dumbfounded look from Ron while, at the edge of his hearing, Harry thought he heard Fawkes let out a hacking cough of a sound, which might have even been masking laughter, were he human.

In the meantime, Harry looked Dumbledore in the eyes as he told him, "You knew Tom was behind this…"

"Now, Harry, I'm sure I don't…"

"Bullshit!" spat Harry, earning a horrified look from Ron, while Dumbledore's eyes narrowed in suspicion, as Harry went on. "You were here the last time the Chamber opened. You kept an annoyingly-close eye on Tom and you also claimed to have the students' best interests at heart. But if that were true, you wouldn't have let scum like Malfoy chase you out of here. You wouldn't have put the petrified students' fates in the hands of that biased prejudiced prick, Snape. You wouldn't have forced them, or anyone else, to wait so long for the restorative draughts and you definitely wouldn't have let them mock, jeer and generally hate and attack me, even if only verbally and emotionally, for something I have no control over."

Here, Harry pointed to the ruined diary as he added, "Also, I find it really hard to believe you didn't know what was going on with that stupid, stalker witch, Ginevra Weasley, who, quite frankly, has about as much chance of being any sort of girlfriend, let alone close to me, as an ant has of getting close to an anteater…so save it…"

Before Harry could finish, a bright flash of red light, accompanied by a surge of pain that ran through his hands, as well as his spine, filled the young boy's body. At the same time, he thought he heard a terrified cry of alarm, mixed with another flash of magical light that seemed to draw everything around Harry into pure darkness.

Seconds later, the young boy heard Dumbledore's voice whispering to him…

"I'm sorry, Harry, but, one day, you will understand that this is for the Greater Good…OBLIVIATE!"

Harry's world went white…

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Present Day

"NO!"

"Harry?"

"Damn you!"

"Little One?"

"I'm going to kill you! I swear it!"

'MASTER!'

As Harry heard a voice echo through his mind, dragging him out of a fitful, overemotional sleep, his eyes widened when he saw he was lying against Kai's well-tanned, well-toned chest, the slightly-taller boy looking down at him with a mixture of alarm and relief, both of which he showed as he smiled at Harry before he stroked the boy's hair away from his eyes.

"It's okay, Harry; I promise. You were just having a nightmare, but you're safe now, I swear to you…"

"Kai?" asked Harry, slowly pulling himself into a sitting position; his head was throbbing with pain, mixed with a sense of clarity that seemed to have flowed through every fibre of his being, giving him back a feeling of strength that he was almost-certain he'd felt before.

Well, now he knew why.

"Are you okay?" asked Kai, pulling himself up, so that he was sitting next to Harry, who slowly rose up from the bed, still rubbing at his forehead as the other young man explained, "You kept moaning in your sleep and…and your magic, it…it was going absolutely ballistic. I thought you might be about to kill me or something, but…but then, you…well, see for yourself."

When Kai indicated him, Harry looked down; as soon as he did so, his eyes widened in amazement as he saw how much better-off he looked; his body seemed to have grown several inches while, unlike before, he was now lean, muscular and athletically-toned in appearance. Like Kai, and a lot of others, the sun had bronzed his skin while, as Harry reached up to adjust his glasses out of habit, his eyes widened again when he saw his hand reach right up to his eyes without the obstruction of his glasses.

"Merlin's hairy, inflated ballsack!" gasped Harry, lowering his hand from his eyes, before he looked up at Kai as he asked, "What…what the fuck happened to me, Kai?"

"I…I don't know," admitted Kai, a small part of him hating how he had to plead ignorant, if only for now, while his lord and master was going through a change he should have gone through a long time ago.

As part of his feigned ignorance, Kai cleared his throat before he laughed, "Maybe your magic finally caught up with the rest of you and put you through some sort of maturity-based cleansing, or maybe you were just long overdue a magical growth spurt. Whatever the answer, I've got to ask it, Harry: is it wrong that I find this Harry much better-looking than that old weakling you once were?"

When Harry blushed in response, Kai smiled softly before he added, "Sorry; I guess I shouldn't be so forwards with you, huh? I mean, we have just met one another and…"

"And twice-now, you've helped me out both times," said Harry, moving back to the bed, before he sat next to Kai, who moved so he was sitting on the side of Harry's bed, right next to Harry himself, as the young man went on. "That's two times more than anyone else has bothered to help me, Kai. I don't understand why…I don't even understand what the holy fuck is happening to me; I…I feel so…confused…"

Here, Harry rubbed at his forehead again before, linking his hands together, he looked down at the floor, staring at his bare feet, a part of him then recalling how Kai had actually led him to the bed when he'd been grieving what had happened to Hedwig, only to take Harry's shoes and socks off while the young teen had succumbed to sleep.

Speaking of Kai, he reached out and gently pressed a hand to Harry's shoulder before he told him, "I know this all must be so confusing, Harry, but I told you. I'm here for you, I'll do anything you need me…or want me to do…if I can help you, in whatever way that means, I will."

"But…but I don't even know you," argued Harry, turning his head away from Kai, as he explained, "I mean, I…I'm grateful to you for helping me, Kai, but…but I don't even know you. You say you're a new transfer at Hogwarts, but…but you were right there when I needed you; and…and now, when my heart…my whole world has been broken and shattered into a billion pieces, here you are again. And, while I know I should be wary, even against you being here, all…all I really want is…"

"Me," said Kai, earning another blush from Harry, while the other boy smiled as he reached out and, turning Harry's chin so that the boy was forced to look into his unusually-coloured eyes, Kai's smile became one of curiosity and compassion as he asked, "And, out of curiosity, Harry; what is it that you want to do to me?"

"I…I don't know…" admitted Harry, but when Kai saw him shuffle his legs awkwardly, undoubtedly trying and failing to hide the erection that he was sporting, the golden-eyed youth sighed softly before he pulled his hand back.

"Well, whatever it is, I give you my word, Harry; I won't do anything that you don't want me to do, but you, on the other hand, can and are free to do whatever you wish with me, to me and on me. I didn't mind being punched because you were angry and, even if I hadn't been wearing my shirt, I would have still let you claw my chest open, until you ripped my heart out and used it to practice Beater duty or something like that. And why did I do that and feel like this, I hear you ask?"

Here, Kai lowered his hand, so he was holding Harry's hand in his, as he explained, "Because all that matters to me, for reasons I will share with you, but, all that matters is that you're happy, Harry. I want nothing more than to see you smile, to hear you laugh, to know that you're the most-powerful sorcerer you choose to be and that you are standing at the top of the mountain, with all the liars, naysayers and all your other enemies crumbling to ashes at your feet. When I said I was here for you, I meant it, even emphasising the bit that says, basically, I am here and I am yours!"

Again, not to Kai's surprise, Harry blushed deeply, though, rather than mock him, Kai just smiled as he asked, "I'm guessing you don't have too much experience in having someone around who loves you? Especially for…for being you?"

"Not…not in the way I…I mean, my…my mind…and…and my body…"

"You're hard, aren't you?" asked Kai, earning a shocked look from Harry, while Kai held his hands up, moving back, so that he was resting against the top end of the bed, though he kept his hands where Harry could see them, as he explained, "It's okay; I'd imagine, being around other teenage boys, you know all about being hard and…and aroused, right?"

Harry nodded, though, even as he did so, he found that he didn't want to think about the ways that the other boys in his dormitory had helped him learn about going through puberty.

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This was especially true for Ron, whose moans and even the creaking of his bedsprings the year before Harry could still hear, along with the name of the one that Ron was, apparently, polishing his wand to.

Not Viktor Krum, as Harry might have guessed given the redhead's annoying fetish for the guy, but Hermione?

Back then, Harry had wondered why that thought sickened him, but now, possibly thanks to whatever had happened to him, he was starting to understand it a little better.

Weirdly, Harry also remembered waking up from a nightmare once and seeing Seamus crawling through Dean's bed curtains, licking his lips at something while he'd heard Dean gasping, thanking Seamus and calling him pet.

Did that mean those two were…were the same sort of guys that Harry couldn't help but compare his feelings for and about Kai to? He didn't know.

And, as for Neville…well, okay; so maybe there was one normal boy in the dorm, seeing as how Harry did remember how Neville seemed to vanish off to the bathroom from time to time, so whatever got him going was a mystery.

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"Okay, then," said Kai, pulling Harry off of his train of thought as he looked to the other boy in confused bewilderment, "So, if you know all about it, why deny it? It's nothing to be ashamed of, Harry and, in case you're wondering, I like you too."

Here, Kai let himself lean back, so Harry could see the bulge in his trousers and, when he did so, Harry found his eyes widening while his mouth watered as thoughts he'd thought himself rid of after the Dementor attack surfaced once more.

WARNING: Slash Imagery Ahead

Thoughts and images of Kai, naked – or probably draped in a robe, or a towel, and nothing else – laid in a sprawled-out position beneath Harry.

His skin would be pale – or tanned, Harry really wasn't fussy – and sweaty, while his hair would be damp from the shower, or even a rainstorm, and his expression would be a mixture of want, need and freely-giving himself to his better as he looked up at Harry with those glassy golden eyes of his, glazed over in such a way that almost made him look like he'd been put under the Imperius.

Then, Harry would climb onto him, his own erection tracing itself along Kai's legs while Harry bent down, his breath tickling Kai's naked body, in such a way that the other boy whimpered and writhed in pleading. Harry would then let his tongue roll out of his mouth, tracing it over Kai's body, tasting him like he was sampling a finely-prepared ice cream treat, or licking chocolate off a cake, or some other sweet treat.

And Kai would beg, whimper, moan and plead for Harry to show mercy, to finish it, to let Kai finish…to eat him!

But Harry would torment him further, moving away from Kai's rock-hard cock and his aching balls, slowly slithering his way upwards, continuously lapping at the boy's muscled abdomen until he began toying with Kai's nipples, slurping playfully, if not in a mocking, almost-torturing manner, at them until he moved upwards and, like a vampire, or even a werewolf, he would bare his teeth as he reached Kai's neck.

And then, with one massive lunge…

Slash Imagery Ends

BANG!

"What the fuck?" demanded Kai, though Harry also thought the same thing – albeit for a different reason – as he turned at the sound of a loud crashing sound coming from outside his bedroom door.

It couldn't be Petunia, or rather, Harry hoped it wasn't, because he wouldn't just punish her for interrupting such a tender, deliciously-arousing moment of personal self-gratification; he would kill her, slowly, and make her know that he was doing it for the same reason she always let her zoo harm him.

Because she was a freak who knew, deep down, that she deserved this.

As Harry looked around, searching for a weapon to use against whoever or whatever had caused the bang, he felt Kai slide something thin, but hard into his hand – and not what a small part of him wanted to be sliding along his hand either – that, when Harry looked down, he saw to be a wand, while Kai gently patted Harry's shoulder as he stood next to him.

"You need this more than I do, Harry," said Kai, earning a small smile from Harry.

Once again, his strangely-devoted, loyal new friend was here to help him with what he needed most.

Meanwhile, Kai moved towards Harry's bedroom door before, looking back to the emerald-eyed scion, he told him, "Don't worry; I promised you that I was here for you, and I'm going to keep that promise. So, whoever is out there, they'd better be ready for a fight, because I won't let them hurt you, or take you away, quite so easily!"

Before Harry could respond, his eyes widened when he saw the door to his bedroom fly open, with a flash of bright white light; recognising the intruders as wizards, Harry instinctively rolled backwards, keeping Kai's wand in his hand as he raised it.

As he did so, he silently vowed to himself, 'I will never let another wizard catch me off-guard: whatever that old fossil did to me back then, I won't let it happen again!'

"Very clean, aren't they, these Muggles?"

As soon as he heard a woman's voice speaking with apparent-confusion, if not bewilderment, Harry was confused: since when would attackers care about the cleanliness of Durzkaban?

Seconds later, he got his answer, but not his relief, when he heard a familiar voice, "Tonks, for goodness sake…"

"It's unnatural," argued the woman, before Harry saw a light appear at the end of a wand, revealing a small group of people, one of whom he remembered from the previous year. Of course, the face that said familiar figure had was not one that eased Harry's nerves, or lowered his alertness levels any more, given the fact that the last time he'd seen said face, it was trying to kill him.

Next to the familiar face of Alastor Moody – if it was the real Moody – Harry also saw a narrow-faced young woman with darkest-brown hair and grey eyes, the sight of which reminded him of his dear godfather, though even that similarity didn't make him lower his guard. There was also a stout, excitable-looking wizard who seemed in awe of Harry, while he could also see a tall, muscled, dark-skinned wizard in blue-coloured robes and a strange hat.

"Who are you people?" asked Harry hotly, keeping the wand in his hand trained on his visitors.

"You know who I am, Potter."

"Yeah, nice try, Moody," argued Harry, scoffing amusingly as he added, "But the last time I was with someone wearing your ugly mug, they were about to execute me in cold blood. So, forgive me if I don't take your unique looks at face value. Now, I'll ask again, and this time, I'm not asking nicely: who the fuck are you freaks?"

"Harry, there's no need to be so rude!" insisted another familiar voice, earning a look that was one-part rage and one-part disbelief from Harry as he saw a heavily-scarred man with copper-brown hair – that actually looked like it had more greys than last time – as well as pale-green eyes looking into the bedroom. "We're here to rescue you."

"Ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-ight," said Harry, letting the word draw out for as long as he could manage, as he looked to the newest member of the group before he asked, "So, a werewolf who can't even keep up the loyalties to his so-called pack, a guy who was a Death Eater playing Scooby Doo when I last saw him, a somewhat-nice looking girl with brown hair and…hang on, why did your hair just change to…is that bubblegum-pink?"

"She's a Metamorphmagus, Harry," said Kai, earning a chorus of jumps and starts from the group, as he made his appearance, now standing next to Harry, even as he explained, "Like an Animagus, Metamorphmagi can change their facial and bodily features to resemble other human beings. Some are even said to be advanced and powerful enough to change into whatever they want, kind of like Mystique from the X-Men comics. But, given the eyes, the clumsiness, which tells me you were the source of the crash we heard downstairs, and the somewhat-noble features, I'd wager you're the lovely Miss Gift of the Nymphs Tonks, daughter of Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Edward."

"Aunt…Uncle…who are you?" asked the Tonks girl, whose first name only confused Harry further, even as she asked, "What are you doing here? We didn't receive word of any other wizards being here."

"And who told you that load of biased and, of course, wrong bullshit?" asked Kai, before he held up a hand as he added, "Oh, wait, now I see: you lot must be part of that well-known and even more well-useless group therapy session run by the old bastard known as the Order of the Cajun Chicken, Extra Spicy, am I right?"

"That's the Order of the Phoenix!" insisted the guy wearing Remus Lupin's face, earning a scoff from Harry, even as Remus added, "And we're not the only members, cub; Padfoot is too…as were Prongs and, of course, our Lily-flower."

Harry could only stare in bemusement, while Remus turned his eyes back on Kai as he asked, "Now, I'll ask you again, who are you?"

"Kaiden," said Kai, earning a surprised look from Harry, who'd always assumed that Kai was named Kai, not that it was short for anything, "But you can call me Kai, if you like, werewolf! Oh, and here's a free word of advice, from me to you: talk down to me or Harry again and I might just have to introduce you to this nice piece of silver I'm hiding in my pocket."

While Remus blanched in horror, Harry's lips twitched in amusement, even as Moody – or the man who looked like Moody – asked, "Kaiden who?"

"Isn't that Doctor Who?" asked Kai, earning a snigger from Harry.

However, it was Kai's next words that saw Harry act.

"But, since you asked so nicely, Mad-Eye, I'll tell you…Kaiden Lestrange!"

A bright red flash filled the room.

Harry, recognising the flash, moved to intercept it.

Then, his world went dark…

Though not before he heard a furious roar, accompanied by a voice that boomed like thunder.

"You really should not have done that…human!"

Chapter 3 and, oh boy, it looks like the Order of Idiots On Idiot-Making-Steroids have just proven they're uselessness, but what will happen to the stupid people as they face the sleeping dragon tickled?

Also, it looks like Harry is starting to understand what he feels for Kai, but after getting c-blocked by the morons, how will he face a whole world full of them, many of whom obviously have their own ideas for Harry's future?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Harry recovers from the Order's assault, but he has questions and only one person he trusts to give him the answers; also, the Dumbledore Therapy Group try and claim superiority over Harry, but…whoops! It looks like that knock to the head did more than just piss Harry off…much, much more…

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