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.
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Chapter 12
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True to his word – 'Unfortunately,' thought Harry miserably – Lest arrived early Saturday night. Barely had the Dursleys fallen asleep – Harry could tell because the floorboards above him rumbled to their snores – than the cupboard door had creaked open and Lest had slipped in.
Harry sighed and reluctantly got to his feet. "Well, let's get this over with," he muttered and began to walk out of the cupboard door…
…only to be roughly pulled back into the cupboard.
"Little eager aren't you, Qye?" Lest said, raising his eyebrow and closing the door firmly behind him. "Relax, will you? My family isn't going to tear you limb from limb." He paused. "Well, they won't do it on purpose."
Harry swallowed. 'Not on purpose,' he thought, feeling a bit sickly. Maybe he could pretend he wasn't feeling well and Lest wouldn't take him.
The vampire boy snorted and went down to one knee, putting down a bundle Harry had not noticed before. Harry eyed it curiously as Lest drawled, "Nice try Qye but I know for a fact that you're as fit as you'll ever be."
Harry narrowed his eyes, glaring at the smirking boy. "I thought I told you to stop reading my mind," he growled. "And how would you know?"
"And I thought I told you that I wouldn't listen," Lest grinned, untying the knot holding the bundle together. Harry peered closer and saw that the bundle was made up of some clothes. He raised an eyebrow as Lest continued. "And I just know."
"Oh, that explains a lot," he replied sarcastically. He gave the clothes another look and looked curiously at Lest. "What are those for?"
"You're going to wear them," Lest said matter-of-factly, finishing unwrapping the bundle. Harry now saw that the bundle was made up of black trousers that looked tight; a long black vest which by the looks of it, would reach below his waist; and a white long sleeved shirt with cuffs that looked like they would cover his hands. Harry looked back up at Lest.
"Which century did you swipe these from?" he snickered, squatting down and poking at the odd arrangement of garments. "And what's wrong with my own clothes?"
Lest glowered at him for a second before huffing. "There's nothing wrong with these clothes," he muttered. "They were my own but I've outgrown them so I'm giving them to you. I think they'll fit you quite nicely. As for why you can't wear your clothes…" The older boy gave his clothes a pointed look.
Harry self-consciously wrapped his arms around himself, once again reminded of the horrid hand-me-downs from his cousin. "It's not my fault," he said bitterly.
Lest grimaced. "Bloody hell Qye," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I'm not trying to put you down or anything. I'm just trying to make you look a bit presentable. I know it's not your damn fault that your relatives treat you so horribly." Lest sighed again and held out the clothes. "Just put them on, will you?"
Harry glared at Lest again and let out an angry breath. "Fine," he snapped, grabbing the shirt and beginning to change.
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"I feel like an idiot," Harry muttered a few minutes later. "And I bet I look like one too."
Lest rolled his eyes and patted Harry's head, making the younger boy scowl and bat the older boy's hand away. "Quit it," he snapped. "It's bad enough I'm wearing your clothes, now I'm about to go to the house of a vampire family." He paused, the scowl fading from his face and a thoughtful look replacing it.
"It's not that bad," Lest laughed, rummaging through his pockets. He paused as he noticed Harry's thoughtful look. "What?"
"How are we going to go to your house?" Harry asked curiously, looking up at Lest with confused green eyes. "I mean, are we going walking or are you going to do one of your vampiric thingys that I don't know about yet?"
"What don't you know about vampires?" Lest muttered, resuming his search through his pockets. "You've practically ringed me dry about vampires ever since I gave you those books. There's only a few secrets I've managed to keep from you and I'm pretty sure you'll find those out one day."
Harry smirked. "It's your own fault," he said smugly. "You gave me the books. I just wanted some explanations."
Lest rolled his eyes and brought out a small envelope. "Witty, that should be your middle name, Qye. And this," he said, holding up the envelope, "is how we're going to go to my house."
Harry stared at it. "What," he said, startled, "are we going to mail ourselves?"
The vampire threw him a dirty look and grabbed his hand. Harry immediately felt a pang of fear. 'What's he doing?' he thought panicked.
The older boy rolled his eyes and held up the envelope. "No," he growled, "we're not going to mail ourselves so don't be a prat." He waved the envelope again. "In here, there's a quartz and as soon as I touch it, we're both going to be transported to my home. You'll feel a sensation like a tug but don't worry about it, it's normal."
He stared at the other boy, blinking. He opened his mouth to begin to call him insane before he remembered his current situation. 'Right,' he thought wryly. 'I'm in a room with a vampire and am about to visit his vampire family. Anything is possible.'
Lest looked into his eyes and Harry thought he saw a flicker of apprehension flicker through them before disappearing into the vampire's normal blue eyes. "Ready?" he asked.
Harry shrugged. "I'm about to be transported by a quartz to a vampire's home where I'm going to meet your family for two hours in these clothes." He paused. "Bring it on."
The other boy laughed and tipped the quartz into the hand that was not grasping Harry's.
'Ah, crap. I should have said no,' Harry thought as he felt a tug behind his navel and his cupboard disappeared in a whirl of colors.
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"I don't like that method of traveling," Harry's muffled voice floated from Lest's shirt where he had crashed into the vampire. "Can we walk next time?"
Lest grin and helped the dizzy boy sit up and began to dust himself off. "Only if you want to walk about 9,750 km, at the least," he said cheerfully as he stood up. The vampire boy grinned down at Harry and held out a hand for him to grasp.
Harry accepted the offered hand gratefully and unsteadily went to his feet. "Bloody hell," he muttered, brushing the dirt from his clothes. "Isn't there a better way to travel?"
"Not for your or my kind," Lest replied, checking to see if Harry was ok. After being satisfied that Harry was ok, he began to walk to the house.
Harry blinked and looked up at the large two-story house – 'No, mansion,' Harry revised - looming ahead. The exterior was a calm dark green with metallic blue balconies, the windows with gray curtains and an arc form. He blinked again when he realized he was standing in the entrance of what appeared to be a garden maze. Lest was already at the front door and was opening it when Harry finally came out of his assessment of the vampire boy's home. He hurriedly ran to catch up to the other boy.
"What kept you?" Lest asked curiously, raising an eyebrow and opening the door.
He shrugged. "Just looking for possible escape routes," he smirked.
Lest rolled his eyes and pushed Harry into his home before following in and closing the door behind him. Harry winced at the bright light and held up a hand to shield his eyes. When his eyes finally adjusted to the brightness of the entrance hall, he lowered his hand.
His eyes widened.
There was a pair of what appeared to be marble staircases in front of him with a small platform in-between and on top of the platform currently stood a large piano. He looked up and saw an arched ceiling, painted ivory, teal and black. He blinked again and realized that the section painted ivory was a moon and the swirls of teal were stars with black as the background. He frowned momentarily and touched beneath his shirt to feel the necklace Lest had given him. 'It's the same picture,' he thought uneasily.
He shook his head and resumed studying the home. He looked curiously at the portraits that were hung up the stairs. His eyes widen when he saw one of them wave at him. 'They move?' he thought faintly. He shook his head. 'Hey,' he thought weakly. 'I have a vampire for a friend, I just traveled by a quartz…anything is possible.'
Harry walked a bit further into the entrance hall and peered around the staircases. Behind the left staircase was a hallway that seemed to lead to a kitchen and behind the right was a hallway that led to large room. He leaned forward and grinned eagerly, hearing Lest groan and smack his forehead in the background. The room was full of books.
He glanced up and immediately guessed the bedrooms were upstairs since there didn't seem to be any other doors from the entrance hall. He sighed and walked back into the middle, looking side to side.
There were two doors with gold-painted doorframes on either side of the entrance hall. The door on the left appeared to be closed but the door on the right was wide open, showing Harry a nicely furnished living room. Plump armchairs, sofas and couches were all around the room and a bright red beanbag was in front of the roaring fireplace. On one of the burgundy armchairs sat a middle-aged woman who looked like Lest's mother and appeared to be reading a book with a pair of reading glasses on. She looked up as Harry looked into the room and smiled kindly at him, marking the page and setting her reading glasses aside. She stood up and began to head out of the room.
As she came toward him, Harry saw that she was a short, lean woman with slightly tanned skin, short brown hair that curled around her shoulders, and hazel eyes that looked kindly at him.
"Hello dear," she said softly, her voice kind and the type of voice that Harry always imagined a mother to have. Her lips were curved slightly into a gentle smile and for some odd reason, Harry felt warm and content in her presence. He smiled back at her.
"My name is Cerena but you can call me Cere," she continued in that same soft voice. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Harry saw her eyes flicker over him and an amused, gentle look appeared in her eyes. "I see Lest has given you his advice on his fashion sense." A brief wink that Harry was sure was only meant for him crossed her features and she laid a motherly hand on his shoulder. "Well, I'm sure that you're hungry from your trip here so I'll get you some snacks." Cere squeezed his should reassuringly and dropped her hand, walking towards the kitchen.
"I like your mom," he whispered as Lest steered him into the living room. Lest grinned at him and ushered him in.
Harry took a closer look into the room and saw that the red beanbag was occupied with a young blonde-haired woman scribbling rapidly in a journal. She glanced up as they entered and stopped writing as soon as she saw Harry.
She stared.
She squealed.
"OH LESTIE, HE'S ADORABLE!!!"
Harry blinked. He heard Lest murmur smugly, "Let's see who laughs now," and barely had time to notice that the young woman had sapphire eyes and was noticeably older and taller than both of them before he was swept up in her arms
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AN: *grins* 10 more chapters to go!! Wooo! Then this stupid story will be over, over, over! *cackles and rubs hand in glee* YES! *notices readers' odd looks and glowers* You try living with this story for a year. It'll drive ANYONE insane!
(Lest & Draco) *still fighting furiously and tumbling around*
(Shades &Harry)*smirk at each other*
(Harry) *sing song voice* Oh Myn…
(Lest & Draco) *freeze*
(Myn) *hops in cheerfully* You rang dollie?
(Lest & Draco) *stare in horror*
(Myn) *sees evidence from previous fighting and grins* Tsk tsk, the lil boys have been fighting. *grabs both of them by the ear* Need to teach ya a lil lesson, upsetting the poor innocents here, tsk tsk.
(Lest & Draco) *scream*
(Harry) *watches from behind Shades* You don't think that was too harsh, do you?
(Shades) *watches as well and looks at Harry* Could've been worse. *grins and shows crossed fingers*
*muffled screaming is heard in the background*