Title: Opacre
Author: Shades
Rating: PG – 13 with maybe some R
Summary: Harry Potter had no friends until Hogwarts…or so he thought. Darkness engulfs Harry at age 5…but not evil. This is the past, and of a secret Harry held close without knowing it…SLASH
Disclaimers: Do I need to tell you that I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters? I do? Well, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, a wonderful author. I only own Lest Opacre, his family, and anything related to him. The rest belong to her.
Author's Notes: This will be slash. Between two boys. Not the shagging kind, all sex but feeling. Harry will be 10 when feelings of that sort come around, but nothing before that. NO NO NO! No pedophile!! No shagging in this story! Clear? No flames against that, OK? Flames against plot maybe but none of pedophile because I don't endorse that, constructive criticism and reviews welcome.
------- = Change of Scene
~~~~~~ = Flashback
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Chapter 11
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Lest returned the next night to Harry's surprise.
"What are you doing back?" he grumbled as he prepared his pallet for bed. "Didn't you get the message to stay away from me?"
Lest settled on the cupboard door and gazed unconcernedly at the bustling young boy. "Sorry, I don't think I got the note," he said coolly. Harry stiffened and shot a cold glare at the vampire before resuming to get ready for bed.
The cold and uncomfortable silence continued, the only sounds in the room being Harry's shuffling and the rustling noises of the sheets and blankets.
Lest couldn't stand it anymore apparently because as soon as Harry began to lay down in his bed, he abruptly asked, "You're still angry with me, aren't you?"
Harry just sent a cold look in reply.
The vampire boy sighed and leaned more against the cupboard door, stretching his legs slightly but not enough to hit the younger boy. "What will it take for you to stop being angry at me?" he asked quietly a few minutes later.
"Why do you care?" Harry muttered as he burrowed into his bed.
"Why do you?" Lest shot back, his blue eyes flaming up slightly with a bit of temper.
Harry stayed silent. Lest sighed heavily. Silence reigned again for a few minutes. It was Harry this time who broke it.
"What were the family affairs about, Lest?" he asked timidly, his bright green eyes peering from above the edge of his blanket. The vampire boy had never told him anything about his family except that he had a mother, father, and older sister.
Lest stiffened slightly and shot a sharp look at Harry. Harry winced, thinking, 'Ok, maybe there also was a reason why he never told me about his family.' He relaxed however when the other boy let out a sigh and slumped against the cupboard door.
"It was just something about my future. A little over two years in my future actually. I'm supposed to start planning now for this event, get everything ready. Fifteen is an important year for vampires. And no," he added when Harry opened his mouth to ask why, "I'm not going to tell you today. I'll tell you when it comes up." Harry glowered at Lest but relented and kept looking at him.
"You've never told me about your family," Harry said quietly a few moments later, still probing gently. "I mean, you told me you had an older sister and a human mom who is now a vampire and a vampire dad but I really don't know anything else." He bit his lip. 'Am I going too far?' he wondered.
"It's ok, Qye," Lest said absently, studying the ceiling. "You're right when you said I didn't really tell you specifics about my family. But," he said, looking down and meeting Harry's eyes, smirking slightly, "you never asked."
He stared blankly for a few minutes before getting the implication. Forgetting the previous tension between them, he glared at the vampire. "Shut up," he muttered, burrowing more into his blankets. "And tell me."
Lest chuckled quietly for a few moments before answering. "Well," he said lazily, "My sister is Marylin Opacre and she's 4 years older than me." He grimaced momentarily. "She's…" he said slowly, "she's…well, she's Myn. That's what I call her," he added when he caught Harry's confused look. "I couldn't call her Marylin when I was little so I decided on Myn. Laugh and I'll hang you out by your heels," he growled when Harry began to grin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said in a sweet and innocent voice. "I would never laugh at your adorable little self actions."
Lest glared at him. "Do you want me to continue or not?" he said irritably.
Harry muffled his snickers with his blanket. "Continue please," he said in a muffled voice.
The other boy gave him another glare before sighing and continuing. "As I was saying," he said, still glowering at Harry, "My sister is Myn. She's extremely intelligent and well educated but to be frank, she's insane."
"Insane?" Harry repeated.
Lest's lips quirked into a half-smile. "Not the insane you're thinking," he said, grinning. "She's eccentric-insane. Since she doesn't have a little sister, I was usually caught when I was little and forced to be her little doll. I'm serious!" Lest half-shouted when Harry finally couldn't suppress his laughter. "Stop laughing or I'll smack you from here to Mariana Trench!"
Lest kept glaring fiercely, a light blush staining his pale cheeks as Harry thumped the floorboards near silently, tears of mirth coursing down his cheeks. 'Oh god, Lest playing dolls,' he thought hysterically, trying to stop his laughter. 'Or better yet, him in a fluffy pink dress, complete with curls and Mary Jane shoes and a little doll in one hand and…'
Lest flushed even more. He took a swipe at Harry, who evaded it easily even as he laughed, and glared angrily at him. "It isn't funny!" he growled. "I like to see you try and…" The vampire stopped.
It took Harry a few moments to notice that the other boy had gone silent. Rubbing his face to clear away the tears, he looked up and saw the older boy looking at him with a glint in his eyes. Harry immediately lost his humor and went on-guard. 'What's he up to?' he thought warily, eyeing Lest.
Lest just smiled pleasantly. "Say, Qye," he began cheerfully, "How would you like to visit my house this Saturday?"
Harry began to laugh again, thinking it was a joke, and then stopped when he saw Lest was serious. His grin vanished immediately.
He stared. "You can't be serious," he finally managed to say in a strangled voice.
Lest raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" he replied, grinning, eyes twinkling cheerfully.
Harry's mouth open and closed for a few minutes. "Why not?" he said shrilly. "Why not? Hello? I'm a human! You're family is a bunch of vampires!"
The other boy studied his fingernails. "I thought we were over all those prejudices?" he said nonchantly.
"We are! I mean, I am." Harry struggled to find another reason why it was a very bad idea to go over to a vampire's house. He found it. "The Dursleys!" he said, trying not to sound too triumphant. "They'll never let me go. Besides, they don't even know you're my friend or that you visit me." Harry grinned victoriously.
A grin that died at Lest's next words. "They don't have to know," he said promptly. "I'll take you during the night and bring you back in two hours. They'll never know you left the house. And you'll get enough sleep," he added, as Harry opened his mouth again.
Harry closed his mouth and frantically searched his mind for any reason why not to go. He finally admitted defeat and sighed heavily. "Fine," he mumbled, "I'll go."
Lest grinned widely. "Excellent."
Harry swallowed. 'That sudden leaden feeling in my stomach is just me being dramatic,' he thought. 'Right?'
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AN: Another chapter down, one more chapter closer to the end. *heaves a sigh of relief then smirks* Oh Lestie…
(Lest) *glares* Do you really hate me that much?
(Shades)*grins* After your comment to me in the last chapter, yes. *remembers and sobers up, beginning to weep again*
(Harry) *still glaring at Lest* Couch
(Lest) *scowls* Damn bloody authors.
(Draco) *smirks* You know she has your life in her hands right now. It might be best to be nice to her.
(Lest) *fumes* What the hell are you doing here?!
(Draco) *drawls* Well, since you gave her writer's block and Perfect is kind of dead right now, I've decided to bug you Opacre. *sneers*
(Lest) *growls and lunges for Draco*
(Harry) *still comforting the weeping Shades and stubbornly staying away from the new fight* I refuse to interfere. The next chapter will fix them. *nods satisfyingly and waves to readers* Keep reading!