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 21
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"Now," Harry said quietly, smiling slightly, "was it as bad as you thought it would be?"
The ceremony had ended an hour ago and Lest was dropping him off in his cupboard. Myn had complained, wanting Harry to stay the entire week but Lest quickly overrode it, saying he had made the spell last only for a day. So now the older boy was dropping Harry off after an extremely stressful evening.
"It could have been worse, I suppose," Lest said grudgingly, leaning against the doorframe of Harry's cupboard. Harry was a bit sad that Lest couldn't stay longer, owing to the fact that he had to fill out some paperwork about the commitment. He wasn't too sad though. 'How can I be?' he thought, a bit giddily. 'Lest is never going to leave me for long. And I'm actually part of their family.'
"You worry so much," he grinned at the smiling vampire. "I told you we would laugh at how stupid you were being in the library." He thought he saw something like sorrow go through Lest's eyes but it went by too quickly. He quickly forgot about it when the vampire stuck out his tongue at him.
"I'll remember to laugh at you next time you worry over something," Lest said crossly but his blue eyes danced with laughter. Harry stuck out his tongue, and then yawned. The vampire chuckled. "And it's definitely past your bedtime. Go to bed Qye."
"Suppose I should," Harry said tiredly, rubbing his eyes. He looked up thoughtfully at the vampire for a moment then stood up on his tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
Lest froze. Harry blushed.
"Um…good night Lest. I'll see you tomorrow," Harry mumbled, and then he quickly closed the cupboard door on the older boy's shocked face.
As he settled into blankets, Harry fell asleep with a content smile and felt like his world couldn't possibly get better.
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"It's begun," Hades Opacre said softly to his family, a week after the Blood Commitment. Cere, Myn and Lest all looked up from the board game they were playing to see the head of the Opacres looking very bitter and sad in the doorway.
Lest furrowed his brow and shared a confused look with his sister. But his mother spoke in her gentle voice, sorrow filling it. "War?" The siblings jerked and stared at their mother in shock and horror before turning to look at their father.
Hades sighed and nodded, walking towards his family and sitting down in his black armchair. "The Dazains have rebelled, along with several other families," he said softly to his horrified children. "It's spreading everywhere. All the families are taking sides, even though I've tried to stop it. It's the rebels, with the Dazains leading, going against everyone else who refuses to join them. What's more, those who refuse to join the rebels have declared themselves on the 'Opacre' side, even though I tried to prevent it. And those who try to remain neutral are being attacked by both sides." He closed his eyes. "Europe is split."
"What caused this?" Myn asked, her voice cracking, still looking horrified by the fact that the war that had been brewing finally erupted.
Hades didn't say anything and Ceres placed a comforting hand in his. He grasped his wife's hand tightly.
"It was my Blood Commitment, wasn't it?" Lest said dully, staring down at the forgotten game board. Myn gasped but he ignored it and looked up at his parents.
Hades looked at his son. "They're using that as the reason, yes," he admitted. "You know how some families don't like the same-sex pairings or the youth pairings." He looked bitter. "That's not the real reason though, for the Dazains, but it's appealing to so many other families so they're backing the Dazains up. If it was just them, we could take some families and quickly crush it but with so many families backing them up…" He sighed.
Lest turned his face away from his father, staring hard at the flames in the fireplace and feeling anger grow in him. "They just want to take over as head family of Europe," he said tightly. "They're using Qye and me as reasons but…" Growling, the vampire boy stood up and hurled the game board into the fireplace. "Damn them," he hissed, staring murderously at the burning wood.
"Lest," Myn reprimanded slightly. Lest didn't acknowledge her, still staring angrily at the flames. She sighed and turned back to her father. "What are we going to do?"
The Opacre head sighed and looked at his eldest child. "I don't know what we'll do about this war," he said quietly. "But all of you are going to a safe house in America."
Lest whirled around and Myn's eyes widened in shock. Cere looked at her husband calmly but Lest noticed a slight tightening to her eyes and lips.
Hades raised a hand before they could say anything. "It's the only safe place," he said calmly. "As I am head of the Opacres, they'll come after us to crush the leaders. You'll be safer at the Taines."
"You know that's not true," Lest snarled at his father. His sister and mother shot him warning looks but he ignored them, looking heatedly at his father. "You know they'll send assassins to America as much as they will here and you know they'll have spies over there. The Dazains are bastards but they're not stupid."
"I know that," Hades said quietly.
Lest continued on even though his father wasn't fighting back. "Besides," he said angrily, "Qye's here and the Dazains were at the ceremony. They know who he is and I'll be damned before I leave him on his own."
Hades looked into the flickering flames. "They won't know him by face," he said quietly. "I blocked your Carus' face from all the people at the ceremony, Lest. I already knew that the Dazains were going to start their war. I thought it best they didn't know who your Qye was. However," he said as he turned his eyes away from the flames and looked calmly at his son, "they'll know his face if you lead them to his home or if you bring him to our home."
Lest opened his mouth but couldn't think of anything to reply to that. He closed his mouth as he tried to find an answer but he couldn't. He raised his eyes to look distraughtly at his father. "I just can't abandon him," he said, his worry creeping into his voice. "He'll wonder why I haven't gone and he'll try to find me."
"I can promise security only once Lest," his father said quietly. Lest blinked. His father's eyes…they were full of pity and sorrow and trying to convey something.
"I can tell Qye to wait," he said slowly, still searching his father's eyes in attempt to figure what he was trying to say. "But…the war isn't going into end in months, will it?" Hades shook his head. Lest's mouth turned dry and he said hoarsely, "Years?" Hades dropped his eyes.
Lest's feet fell from beneath him and he collapsed on the floor, staring blankly. He felt his sister grasp his hand but he couldn't move. 'Years…he won't wait years…he'll try and find me…he'll want to help…but he'll just get killed…'
"I can lend you my jewel," his father suddenly said softly. Lest looked up, dazed at his father. He blinked, confused and then it hit him.
He stared at his father. The pity and sorrow grew in those normally cool eyes. He felt his mother and sister's confused gazes but he just continued to look at his father.
"Is that the only way?" he asked quietly, hoping his father would say no. His hope faded when his father nodded.
"Unless you know of a better way," his father said softly. Lest looked down at the ground, feeling cold. "I'm sorry Lest."
"Lest," he heard his sister say sharply, "what are you going to do?" He felt his mother's worried look but he just steeled himself. Unsteadily, he stood up and stumbled to his father.
"Give it before I lose my nerve," he mumbled, holding out his hand. His father quickly dropped his amethyst in his hand and he ran out of the room before his sister or mother could stop him.
"Lest!" he heard Myn cry out as he ran to his room. "Father! What's he doing?!"
He was already dropping the opal into the palm of his hand when Myn slammed the door of his room opened. The room was already spinning in color when she lunged for him, crying, shouting, "LEST! WAIT!"
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Since he wasn't supposed to come that night, Harry was already asleep in his cot. Lest watched him with a dull look in his eyes, gently stroking his hair, watching him shift in his sleep, a content smile on his face.
'I'm sorry Qye,' he thought sadly. 'I should have never brought you into all of this. I should have done so many things and now you have to pay for my mistakes. I promise you, I'll make it up to you once this is all I done. I'll fix it all…'
A tear landed on the young boy's cheek and he shifted slightly again. Lest blinked back the rest of the tears back, promising to release them later. Right now, he had to be strong for his friend…for his mate…for Harry.
Taking a shaky breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his father's jewel. He grasped it tightly then plunged ahead.
He searched for anything directly connected to him in anyway. Memories of Myn…his mother…his father…memories of his gifts…memories of their talks in the night…memories of the visits…memories of him…he locked it all away.
He took another deep breath. He was tired, the blocking already taking ½ hour. But there were five years to block and he still wasn't done. He searched for indirect connections. He blocked ideas Harry had come upon from their talks…blocked situations that occurred because of something he had done…blocked memories of deep sarcasm and fear for him. And then, as an after thought and gift, he blocked memories of the abuse. Maybe…yes, one last gift he could give.
He slumped against the door of the cupboard, drained. Harry slept unconcernedly, without knowledge that things had been blocked from his life. He looked at the young boy, tired. Gods only knew what he would be like after he woke up. So much blocking…in the end, he had begun to fumble so maybe other things had begun to be made hazy or were accidentally blocked. He hoped nothing important was gone.
He continued to look at the sleeping boy for a few moments. He moved a little closer and saw that he still had his necklace on. He gently removed it and put it in the compartment. He had made sure Harry wouldn't remember that so all the things he had given the boy could be kept safely in there. He looked at the boy again and then, sighing, he dropped a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I'll come back Qye," he whispered, staring down lovingly at the boy. "I promise, I'll come back. And I'll do my best to make this up to you."
He sighed and stood up, opening the door. He looked at Harry one last time, burning his face into his mind before reluctantly closing the door. Then he looked upwards and smiled grimly. Silently walking up the stairs, he smiled, knowing one good thing would come out of tonight. He opened the door of Harry's cousin and sneered at the sleeping blob. Using his telekinesis, with help from the jewel, he lifted the snoring figure and cheerfully walked to the blob's parent's room…
…where he unceremoniously flung him onto their beds.
He just smiled as Harry's uncle and aunt woke up suddenly and Dudley shouted. The family wrestled around, shouting and wondering what the hell had happened. He just continued to smile, folding his arms.
Petunia was the first to notice him. Shrieking "Vernon! Oh my goodness, Vernon!" she grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to her flat chest. Lest merely sneered and looked contemptuously at her. Her husband whirled his small dark eyes to him and turned red.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" he bellowed, attempting to get out of bed. Lest was glad he had put up a sound shield around the room and just watched as Vernon got out of bed…
…only to be flung against a wall with a short blast of telekinesis. The whale-cousin shouted in fear and clung to his terrified mother. Vernon turned even redder and opened his mouth to obviously yell at him.
The blocking and usage of so much telekinesis made him very tired so his temper was on a short lease. Another blast of telekinesis squeezed Harry's uncle's throat to the point where he was choking. He made sure there was enough air getting through for the man to live and stay conscious.
"I'm not in the best of moods tonight so I'm going to keep this short and definetly not sweet," he said coldly, still smiling his frigid smile. He glanced to the cousin and aunt and a flare of power later, they were against the wall like the head of the Dursley family. He walked towards them and smiled, revealing his white teeth…
…and baring his fangs to them.
The cousin opened his mouth to scream and Lest squeezed his throat as well, barely stopping himself from killing the fat boy. The aunt just gaped at him. The uncle stared furiously at him but he could see the sheer terror in his eyes.
He smiled more.
"Let's skip the 'vampire don't exist' part, shall we?" he said in a soft, cold voice. "I'm very pissed off tonight and I want to go home. But you lot are in my way. I have to do something so you'll leave my dear Harry alone, because I honestly don't appreciate the 'hugs and kisses' you're giving him."
He saw the aunt and uncle's eyes grow in anger and he felt his own. Snarling, he sent another blast of telekinesis throughout the room, shattering all the fragile objects and wardrobes.
Leaning closer, he stared them all in the eye hatefully, his lips pulled back to fully show his fangs. The anger fled from the aunt and uncle's eyes, replaced by sheer terror and the cousin whimpered, a dripping sounding which said that he had soiled himself.
He leant closer and said coldly, "Never lay another hand on him again. Ever. You're going to make sure he's well taken care of and fit when I come back – and I will come back – and if I even find out you've given so much as an accidental bruise, I'll tear out your innards to make pasta, crush your heart for meat and use that fat gunk you call blood as sauce. And I'll make sure you're all still alive when I'm sinking my fangs into that Dursley meal. I'll make you beg for Hell, you miserable, pathetic pile of scum shit."
The aunt was sobbing hysterically, the cousin had soiled himself again and the uncle… Lest smiled. Harry would be safe.
Leaning back, he dropped the family. The aunt and cousin immediately latched onto the uncle, the entire family staring in fear at him. He smiled and altered their minds.
They wouldn't remember him doing this. They wouldn't remember seeing him in their room, remembering seeing a real life vampire. But every time they thought about hurting his Harry, they would remember his promise and their fear but forget it after the urge passed.
Putting them to sleep, he walked out of the room and breathed deeply. He wearily rubbed his eyes and stumbled down the stairs. He was beyond exhausted and he knew he would pay for it later but…
Before he exited the front door, he looked at the cupboard under the stairs, thinking about its occupant. He smiled and knew it was all worth it.
As he touched the opal in his pocket, he thought, 'I promise I'll come back. I'll make it up to you. Goodbye, Qye…'
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In the cupboard, Harry Potter slept without dreams, completing forgetting about his first friend and what they had. In the back of his mind, however, something was born from the blocked memories. Something that would only truly be fully formed and take shape and body in five years…by the name of Qye Opacre.
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AN: * screams gleefully* It's over! It is done! No more! Mwhahaha!!!
(Muses) *stare at gigging and mad Shades*
(Harry) *coughs and says timidly* Umm…what about the sequel? And RM? And GoH? And…
(Shades) *glares at Harry* Shut and let me enjoy my moment.
(Draco) *smirks* Hurry up with the sequel, I can't wait to annoy Opacre…
(Lest) *scowls*
(Shades) *grins and waves to reviewers* THANK YOU!!!!!! I hoped you like.
(Muses) *wave until sequel*
(Lest) *mutter* My arm's gonna fall off if we wave until sequel comes out…
(Shades) *smacks Lest* Damn muse.