Paramour
By Dark Aura Sharon
(A/N) Just want to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews I received. I'm not an evil cliffhanger. I'm a busy cliffhanger…^__' Just a couple of things you need to know before reading. Readers have trouble knowing whose thinking and whose talking.
'….' Thought
"…." Talking
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~ Uncover the Truth~
Dripping in a cold sweat, young Harry Potter had woken up, body aching and sweating. He had woken up in his four-poster bed at his school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With his small pale hands he clutched his chest protectively. His body ached terribly and his body was bathed in sweat. His cock pounded furiously, at the tempo of his heart.
He reviled it when this ensured every day of his life. Every night it occurred and he couldn't find a way to stop them. The nightmares that never left him not one minute.
He had been having these dreams since the beginning of his third year at Hogwarts. He understood why he had them; the essence of his scar proved to be so. Yet what he didn't understand was the expressions that came out of his people's mouth. He knew who they were.
He longed so much to see them…to talk to them… to embrace them. He knew them. All of them. A woman, a man, a powerful being and a beautiful babe.
The young and beautiful woman who tried to protect her child was Lily Potter. Kind, beautiful, and intellectual young woman whose life didn't last that long. The man was his father, James Potter. Hard working, handsome, protect full, comical and brave as well as smart as his wife whose life didn't last as long as his wife's. The babe…that beautiful baby boy was Harry Potter, himself. A child who didn't get to know his parents, who forgot how they looked like, because of that terrible being in his dreams.
Lord Voldemort. Once a handsome, talented, intellectual and powerful young man who turned into the most terrible, immortal and darkest wizard of all. A man so powerful who had the supremacy to conquer anyone who stood in his way.
An immortal 'god' who had the determination to persuade and take away the lives of those who stood in his way. Because of this man Harry never had the occasion to meet his parents and have a life with them instead of being with his atrocious relatives, the Dursleys.
Harry sighed gently; the soft voice rang ecstatically around the room. It was because of these dreams that Harry could no longer seem to deliberate on his duties and was losing weight.
He couldn't concentrate on his classes and homework…didn't pay attention to his friends, teachers and acquaintances…didn't give a damn what his adversaries talked about him. The young sweet child's face was full of so much grief and anxiousness.
Yet beauty was always there on his face, on his whole body. It always showed there on any expression he had. Angry, sad, happy, anxious, etc. He looked at the watch that was around his small pale wrist.
7:15 A.M. Enough time to get dressed and eat breakfast with his roommates and friends. He looked around the room and noticed that he was the only one left alone on his room.
'Ron and the rest of the guys must of gone to the Great Hall…they probably didn't want to wake me up…" Harry contemplated as he rose up from; yawning cattishly, skin moving sensually over the muscles beneath as he stretches. Oh. If Voldemort were to see these he couldn't help himself to moan and his cock would become immediately rock hard at the sight of his child's motion.
Harry was magnificent…beautiful. Harry's small pale form stepped towards his mirror. Harry winced at his sight. There were dark circles around his eyes…making it clear that he wasn't eating appropriately and concentrating.
But some features declined to abscond the body of the young thirteen-year-old boy. Emerald eyes as beautiful as the leaves that grow from the finest trees on spring, a fresh scent around the wooded area.
Perfect crimson plumed lips as red and precious as the blood that we all need to endure. Soft raven hair as black as where the stars rest making an immense spectacular shower of bright lights. Long black lashes that fluttered like the most beautiful butterflies. Rosy cheeks as soft as the pillows in which we all lay our heads and dream the sweetest of dreams.
Harry was slim, small but with a great body that would never quit. He hadn't reached puberty yet like the rest of his friends.
But every so often, just a casual look, a certain smile, a tilt of those perfect curved hips, twist of the lips and it's so different, but good. Wonderful.
Nothing could ever compare to Harry. Nothing and ever and that is what most people could never keep their eyes away from him. Harry was the very essence of innocence and kindness. He was the very light of goodness…the light in which most would die to look for. He was innocence and beauty…a child in which any one had hardly seen him angry or sad…but had seen him beam. But most of them were afraid.
Afraid that their touches would sully the pureness that is him. But they couldn't keep their hands away from him. Couldn't control the beast they had inside of him. But Harry never knew…he was still a child and yet not a teenager or a young man. He longed so to grow up.
Harry raised his hand and touched his forehead. He was hot…probably might have been having a flu by now. But not yet. Immediately he grabbed his robes and placed them neatly around his youthful body.
'I'll just skip breakfast' Harry grabbed his books and backpack immediately. He made his way to the door and into his first class, which was Transfiguration. That meant the Gryffindors and the Slytherins together. He noticed that he was the first one for the bell had not rung yet. 'I'll just wait till the bell rings' he thought tiredly.
Five minutes had passed and the bell rang, hearing the footsteps of the approaching people. Through all the people Harry could see a tall red haired boy and a bushy haired girl almost about Harry's height. His best friends: Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry smiled. 'Ohhh…thank God the bell rang…'
Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise but not as surprised as they used to. They knew that Harry had been having strange dreams…but they never tried to bring the idea up to him. Looking at Harry's anxious face…they couldn't bring him anymore down.
"Hey Harry" Hermione looked over at him a smile on her face. Hermione Granger was a Muggle, but the cleverest witch at Hogwarts this year. She had long bushy brown hair that refused to stand still, unless with a magical potion. She had large front teeth making her smile more noticeable than ever.
"Hey mate" Ronald Weasley was unlike his friend Hermione. He was a pureblood who was interested on Muggles just like his father. He was taller than both Hermione and Harry and had red flaming making his head look on fire. It was funny sometimes. He was slim and muscular for a thirteen-year-old boy.
They all talked for quite a while when their teacher approached. Professor McGonagall. Today they were going how to transform animals into human beings but only quite a few minutes.
It was amazing the way the Professor turned her cat into a young woman.
"Transfigurus Animalyus Humanus" McGonagall murmured.
Animal instincts were still inside the now human cat. The young woman purred and crawled down the floor like the young cat she was. Everyone couldn't help but to laugh a little…except Harry and his interfering thoughts. Professor McGonnagal noticed this. For about many weeks the Professors knew Harry's awkward behavior. The homework proved so, so they decided to bring the matter to their Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore
"All right…now everyone will do the same as I did with this young cat…now it's common for the human being to act like the animal it still is…however I will take off points if the human being still has some animal appearances…that means no whiskers, fur, claws, etc. etc" Parvati Patil was the first one to test her luck.
She was able to turn her rabbit into a cute little boy with soft brown hair and sweet innocent blue eyes. It hopped around the room quickly making it impossible to catch. Professor McGonagall gave her full points and Parvati beamed.
Next was Lavander brown with her black kitten, then Dean Thomas and his Tawny Owl, Neville Longbottom with his toad and Draco Malfoy with his eagle owl. Finally there was Hermione, Ron and Harry left.
Hermione was able to make her cat turn into a chubby young man, but because of the cat's strange behavior the young man was able to behave appropriately, almost like a human being making Hermione have the top marks than any other student in her class. Ron was able to turn Pig into a young boy as well. But because he was very hyper, Pig jumped up and down the tables making a huge mess of books and papers.
Ron didn't receive top marks like the rest of his friends and classmates and he could hear Draco laugh softly behind his back. Ron's face flushed red with anger.
"Now, Mr. Potter. Your turn" Professor McGonnagal replied quietly. Harry was deep in thought that Dean poked him roughly on his side. Harry had snapped out of it and looked at the professor who looked at him anxiously.
Harry gave her a don't-worry-professor smile and stepped forward. He took a deep breath and pointed his wand at Hedwig.
"Transfigus Anialyus Humas" a soft blue light emerged from his wand and Hedwig slowly turned into a deformed half human half animal being. A young woman with feathers on her face, huge owl eyes and a tail appeared on Hedwig's place. Disapproval spread on the Professor's face while the Slytherins howled in laughter. The Gryffindors looked at Harry anxiously, yet Harry had no idea what he had caused his eyes were set on the floor.
"Mr. Potter, I suggest next time you pay attention to the spells I conjure for this class and you should stop daydreaming…no points for you today Mr. Potter…stay after class please" Professor McGonagall replied calmly and the Slytherins laughed harder this time.
Harry nodded. The Gryffindors looked at him worriedly until the bell rang and they resumed to their next classes. Ron and Hermione murmured "Good luck" and gave Harry an encouraging smile. Harry murmured "Thank you" softly to them before they left the room.
Professor McGonagall closed the door softly. "Mr. Potter…I've noticed for the past few weeks that you've been behaving rather…er…odd. Not also did I notice but the rest of your professors. You don't seem to concentrate on your classes, it seemes you haven't gotten enough sleep and you look thinner than you actually do…is there something you wish to tell me…" the professor took a deep breath and looked at Harry with worried eyes.
"It's just that…" Harry's soft voice broke off and looked at the professor into her eyes. "I can't explain…it's rather difficult Professor…I don't know what to say…"
The Professor nodded slowly and looked at Harry kindly. "I understand…do you wish to speak to Professor Dumbledore, Harry? It seems that he's the only one that can help you…seeing the many times I see you walk in into his office…however, he informed me he needed to have a word with you…" Harry looked up at her. Questioning eyes looked up at her. He nodded slowly and smiled up at her.
"You may leave now, Mr. Potter…" Harry nodded once again and grabbed his backpack quietly. "Oh and Mr. Potter, the password's change…the new password is Vomit Flavor…"
Harry smiled kindly. He remembered why the Professor had put such a strange password. During his first year after he rescued the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore had replied to him how accidentally when he was young, he ate a vomit flavor. Since then he hadn't forgotten that.
"Thank you, Professor" Harry stated softly. "You're welcome, Mr. Potter" Harry left the room in a matter of minutes heading towards the Professor Dumbledore's office. He stood in front of the ugly gargoyle statue.
"Vomit Flavor" Harry replied and the statue moved slowly then quickly. A door was exposed in front of Harry's eyes. The boy grabbed the doorknob and opened the door lightly.
Harry had been here before during his other previous years at this school and still remembered the Headmaster's office. It was a huge beautiful room, stacked up with books and alive portraits of Hogwart's previous Headmaster's and Mistresses. Other strange objects adorned the room. Harry's eyes drifted away from the objects to Fawkes. Fawkes was Dumbledore's pet phoenix. The phoenix stood there, magnificent as ever looking at Harry with her crystal clear blue eyes. Harry smiled softly.
"Hullo, Fawkes" the Phoenix made a soft quivering voice as if in response.
"Harry" A soft amused voice came out of nowhere making Harry jumped, alarmed. And there atop the steps of the room stood Harry's beloved and handsome Godfather, Sirius Black. He smiled lightly at Harry and the child responded quickly by running towards Sirius and giving him a warm hug. "Sirius" Harry replied the name softly.
During Harry's second year, Sirius Black had escaped from the horrible cells and protected walls of Azkaban Prison. Harry had encountered him with the help of his best friends and man they barely met, Remus Lupin after his second year. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had proved Sirius's innocence to Harry and the other children by capturing Peter and exposing him to them. Harry believed him wholly and so did his friends. Peter was the secret keeper of the Potters all along. After they were able to capture him Sirius was given a trial and was proved innocent, sending Peter to Azkaban for the rest of his life. Ever since then Sirius was a free man and Sirius agree to work for the Ministry as an Auror and a governor for Hogwarts. For Remus Lupin he decided to be a DADA teacher at Hogwarts and an Auror as well.
Harry couldn't of been happier. Since then Harry had moved to live with Sirius, in a nice large welcoming house as big as where the Potter's used to live and Remus had a house of his own as well, but visited Harry and Sirius very often.
Sirius stood there now, in beautiful dark blue robes and his long soft black hair tied in a ponytail. His face was now clean and youthful unlike the time when the child first saw him. He looked ghostly white and so old, like a vampire. But now…he stood there, handsome as ever. Harry looked up at his godfather; his body now stood vividly muscular and amazingly tall, Harry could barely reach his waist making Sirius lean down and embrace him as well.
"Oh Harry…you haven't quite changed a bit…" Sirius replied through his chuckle and gave Harry a kiss on his hot pale forehead.
"Well, it seems you grow a little bit more taller every day…" Harry replied back. Sirius looked at him worriedly all of the sudden and observed the dark circles around the youth's emerald eyes. His pleased gaze left…leaving a traumatized one.
"Harry…what happened to you…your eyes look, dreadful…have you been eating and sleeping well?" He inquired softly as he raised a hand and gently brushing away Harry's bangs from his beautiful gaze. His voice was filled with anxiousness and fear Harry had faced another way. He didn't want his Godfather to agonize so much about him and start cooing him like a infant as he often did. Yet Sirius placed his fingers under Harry's chin and gently forced him to glance at him.
"Nothing…it's all right…what are you doing here any-" He was broke off when another voice appeared. An older voice.
"Harry…Sirius…" It was Albus Dumbledore: Headmaster of this school and kind old man. Many believed that one of the reasons why Voldmort never dared to attack Hogwarts was because of this brave man. But that wasn't why Harry showed great respect towards him.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir…" Harry looked up at him and noticed that the Headmaster looked older as ever.
"How are you doing in your classes Harry?"
"Not good, sir…I'm sorry…" Harry looked faced the ground, sadly and Sirius gripped him firmer this time.
"No need to be sorry, Harry… I know something is disturbing you greatly, hasn't it?" The Headmaster walked slowly down the stairs his magnificent red robes swishing along his pace.
"Y-yes, sir…but, how did you know, sir?" Harry looked up at him and Sirius looked anguished by Harry's reply. Perhaps trying to figure out what or who was disturbing his little dear Godson.
"I can see it clear into your eyes, my dear boy…here, both of you have a seat…" He gestured both Harry and Sirius a seat in which Harry took it gratefully. He was too exhausted to pace any longer. Sirius kept his gaze on Harry…and yet still his arms were still around Harry's waist.
"Harry, your teachers informed me about your progress at your classes and I'm aware that your not as doing as good as you used to…do you wish to talk about, Harry?"
"Yes…" Harry informed softly.
"Harry…what's wrong…whose bothering you…" Sirius replied slowly. He placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Tell us…"
"You see Professor…I had these…these dreams…involving me, my parents…and Voldemort…"
"Oh…I see…do continue Harry…"
"I see my mother is holding me as a baby…and then my
father comes and it seems my mother has something important to tell him before
she leaves…I don't know what it is but my father knew…"
"James…what did James knew Harry?" Sirius requested. His grip on Harry's shoulder compressed a little more.
"About me not being his child…or something like that…" Harry's voice vanished and understood he could no longer continue talking. Sirius looked flabbergasted and Dumbledore looked deep in thought.
After about a minute Harry spoke of how James was angry at Voldemort…how they both fought and James died honorably…how Voldemort began telling the truth to Lily and then killed her…how Voldemort advanced at Harry and touched him tenderly…how Voldemort tried to kill him but reversed the curse, killing Voldemort and leaving Harry with nothing but a scar…but what frightened Harry the most where Voldemort's words before he vanished.
"You and I will be together very soon, my beautiful Harry"Those words haunted him and Harry trembled a great deal. "Harry…you must know…it can't be…it just can't be…" Sirius looked stupefied as he spoke these words. Harry looked on his verge to cry "I don't understand this…I thought he wanted to kill me…now I don't know what he wants with me…"
"Unfortunately it is the truth…according to your story, Harry…" Harry and Sirius looked at him alarmed.
"What do you mean, Albus?" Sirius looked as if he wasn't going to believe the truth it was about to uncover.
"Professor…please tell me what you mean…" Harry's voice was pleading; he gripped the arms of the chair nails digging deeply into the soft fabric.
"I knew this moment would come…so I kept these letters for so many years until it was time…now it has come…which is why I called both of you, I would of called Remus but he's busy with his DADA class…you may tell him later…" Dumbledore's hand reached down the cabinets on his desk and placed two letters atop of his desk. Harry looked eager and so did Sirius.
He grabbed one letter which said in nice cursive writing:
From: James Potter
To: Lily Potter
He opened the envelope and a soft voice echoed through the whole chamber. A male voice. The letter was sort of like a howler…only this time it was gentler.
Dear Lily,
If you get to have any time to read this then this means that I'm dead and I did not make it in time to be with you and Harry. I knew Voldemort was somewhat after Harry for a long time but I didn't dare tell you for I knew you would act hysterical. I didn't want you to get worried…so I stayed quiet until Dumbledore would tell us the news.
I knew what you were hiding for a year…angry and sad that I might hate you just because of one mistake you made…I forgive you for not telling me the truth on time. Yet Lily, I still love you.
I knew Harry wasn't my real son but I raised him to be mine in hopes that he would become a generous and kind wizard who did know the appropriate ways of using magic, unlike his father.
I know Voldemort is Harry's father…but I won't allow him to touch nor kill my son whom I raised. That's why I'm protecting you and Harry…to keep you two away from Voldemort…so you won't be harmed…in hopes that the three of us will survive this and live happily ever after.
Now you and Harry might wonder how I knew Voldemort was really Harry's father. The day at the Hospital, I saw your worried glance when you received a letter…you hid it from me and from everyone you knew. But I found it and read it all along and understood why you behaved awkward all of the sudden. I hid it back just where it was and I was never caught.
I wasn't angry…just worried the day Voldemort might try to hurt you and Harry. Bu I won't allow that…I may not survive this but you and Harry will, Lily…I hope.
I love you Lily and Harry. Love you both with a fierceness I don't understand. But I'll always be there by your side Lily. Always. Good-bye, Lily.
Sincerely,
James Merlin Potter
Harry looked down at the last farewell of his father's letter to his wife and child and the voice had vanished.
"So it's true then…I am Voldemort's child…and my father knew all along, yet he wasn't mad or anything…he still loved me, like his own son…" a tear fell down Harry's cheek.
"It's true Harry…James loved you very much, like he loved Lily…that is why he wanted to protect you…he didn't want you to end up as Voldemort…and he succeeded…" Albus gave Harry a kind smile, which Harry took it very grateful. He looked over at Sirius who seemed very shocked but gave Harry a very warm smile as well.
"You know…your nothing like your father…you look more like James when he was younger and I know he'll be proud of you if he could see what a wonderful boy you've grown…"
Harry smiled kindly at Sirius and Sirius reached a hand to brush away the tear and sensually smooth his cheek leisurely.
"I'm sorry Harry…I am…here's the other letter…this time by your mother to your father…." Dumbledore handed the letter to Harry and he opened it carefully. Another soft voice echoed through the room. A woman's voice.
And Harry began reading and hearing the letter.
Dear James,
It might sound weird why I'm sending you this letter…and it is strange but I'm sorry I never told you the truth earlier. You might wonder what I'm talking about, right?
The truth about Harry and what happened to me one night. To tell you the truth it all started at Cassandra Attiwell's birthday party. You do remember do you? When she turned 20 at that time. I don't know what went into me but I remembered getting drunk and me getting out of the house. You didn't notice but I walked through the streets until I bumped in to a man…similar to you but with strange green eyes.
He looked exactly like you but his eyes were different. I was insane, I guess, when I kissed him and ran my hands over him. He took me to an abandoned house in which he and I made love. I'm sorry but I was stupid at that time. Drunk and stupid.
I didn't remembered what happened the next day but I took a pregnancy test for I vomited every day. I was positive and I was happy…so happy that you and I made a child of our own. I saw how happy you were. Until the day Harry was born.
That day that I was left alone to rest a while a I received a letter. A letter by Voldemort. I was afraid…I didn't' know what he wanted with me. Until I read his letter and I realized what he meant. I remembered what happened that…that….erotic night.
The man whom I kissed…whom I let him undress me…whom I made love to…was actually Lord Voldemort. I couldn't believe it but it was true. My memories came back and that was one thing that could be proven true.
I hid his letter…hopes that you would never find it. And you didn't…I was glad. I thought you'd leave me and hate me for what I did. Then I burned it later. The truth is, James, I love you. And I'll always will!!!
And I beg of you to not hate me…because I love you with my entire heart. And I know you do as well. But you must know something as well.
Voldemort has no need of me as he wrote in his letter. It seems he has become 'obsessed' of Harry and he'll do anything to get his hands on him. Yet I'm afraid the day he won't love him as much as you and I love Harry. I'm afraid Voldemort might try to torture and kill the child that we both raised. I'm afraid mostly that Harry will become the next Dark Lord.
Which is why I won't give Harry up. Never. Which is why I need you to protect Harry. Please, James, if you read this. Try to still love my son and me. If I don't survive this, take care of Harry. I beg you, please. And no matter what you think of Harry and me. I still love you and I know Harry loves you as well.
I know deep inside of you, you still love us despite all. Good-bye, James.
Sincerely,
Lily Evans Potter
The voice had vanished just as had the first voice and Harry folded back the letter in his place. He gave it back to Dumbledore, not looking at him directly. Tears poured down his rosy soft cheeks. Sirius's grip on Harry vanished and Harry turned and faced Sirius. His hand was supporting his forehead and his eyes were closed. He couldn't take much of the truth as did Harry.
"Harry…I'm sorry…I really am…I thought if you read these letters earlier then you would make this a big deal out of it…but you are brave Harry…very brave and I'm proud of you, Harry…so are your parents as well, I know it…" Harry brushed away his tears and his eyes traveled from the floor to the Headmaster's aging face.
"Thank you, sir…thank you for showing me the truth…about my parents, about Voldemort…"
"You're welcome Harry…Sirius?" Sirius had snapped out of his thoughts and walked closer to Harry and spread his arms around Harry's shoulders giving him the comfort he needed after the truth the Headmaster had uncovered.
"However, Harry…you must know that Voldemort is still alive and is looking for you…but from what you told me…I don't think Voldemort has intentions on killing you anymore…"
"He's alive? But how…on my first year he was nothing but a soul"
"I know…but Voldemort has found a way to come back…as I read in this article before…" The older man's hands gripped a piece of old parchment of his cabinet. The Daily Prophet. "There had been a couple of murders this past summer…ten Muggles were killed and five Wizards as well…they were all marked by the Dark Mark…which it can only mean Voldemort and his Death Eaters" He gave a huge sigh, a sigh of sadness.
"Oh…so it is true…he is alive…" Harry's hand shook but Sirius gripped them firmly.
"Yes…and the killings are heading this direction…according to the direction Voldemort would take if he would attack Hogwarts…"
"But then…he's after Harry then…" Sirius horse voice appeared after a long time of silence. Mixture of anger and fear were in them.
"Yes…he is…but I think Voldemort will abduct Harry…not kill him anymore…you are his son and I think he already figured that out…"
"He's after me…oh god, he's after me…what should I do…what will he do if he gets a hold of me, sir?"
"Don't worry Harry…we'll protect you no matter what…it
is our duty after all to protect our students…however I do not know what he's
capable of doing to you Harry…but in your dreams Harry, what did Voldemort do
before he was killed?"
Harry thought for a moment and remembered. "He gave me a kiss…on my forehead…and he murmured 'You and I will be together very soon, my beautiful Harry'. I'm sorry but that's all I can remember of him…"
"He kissed you! That murderous bastard kissed you and he killed your parents?! I can't believe him…" Sirius voice was filled with so much anger. If voices could kill, Voldemort would have been dead by now.
"Calm down Sirius…that's all he said, right Harry? Well then…I guess he wants you by his side…unless I'm wrong he might want something else…"
"What could it be, Professor?"
"I do not know Harry…alas…I do not know…but I will not allow him to touch you…"
"Yes, Harry…don't worry…I'll be here any time you need me…just incase Voldemort comes and attacks the school…I will not let him put one finger on you…James wouldn't of wanted that…so would Lily…"
Harry didn't know how to express his gratitude to both of these men who looked determined to protect Harry at all cost. However, behind that feeling he felt as if though Dumbledore was wrong. What if Voldemort wanted something much worse from Harry?
What kind of servitude would he give to his now real father if he got a hold of him? Harry shook the thought away and squeezed Sirius' hand briefly. He hoped he was wrong…and his thought was now ringing with Voldemort's last words to Harry.
"You and I will be together very soon, my beautiful Harry"
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