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Not Alone Anymore – First Kiss
Warning: Slash contact/kissing/business. If you don't like, don't read. My review boards are not here for people to banter about how they 'don't' like slash. It's there, so deal.
Have a nice day :]
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As the group walked down to the Great hall for breakfast, Harry saw Remus sneak glances at him; more times that what could legally be called normal. After the 8th glance, Hogwarts newest Defence Professor sighed in frustration and stopped walking causing James to almost bump into him.
"Can you two take Lily to the Hall? Remus and I will be there in a few minutes." The young couple nodded and taking both of Lily's hands in their own, continued their walk to the Great Hall. Harry watched as the trio turned the corner at the end of the corridor before turning to face his former mate.
"What's the matter Harry?" Remus asked with a perplexed expression on his face. Harry growled low in his throat, obviously annoyed at the other man's attitude.
"'What's the matter Harry', he says." Cried the younger wizard throwing his arms in the air. "I realise you've just come back... I realise we haven't seen each other in 5 years and I realise that you walking in on me whilst I was in the shower wasn't exactly the most ideal place for us to be but that does not explain why you keep sneaking coy glances at me." He noted with increasing annoyance that the man before him had a silly smile plastered on his face. "What?" he demanded.
"Nothing. Alright, my apologies. I have been looking at you," The older werewolf stepped up to the younger with that same silly smile on his face. "But can you blame me? I step into your bathroom and see you standing there, dripping wet, naked... I just wanted to..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence open.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he stared into those golden orbs. His mind seemed to act on its own accord and take him back to the memory that had been playing over and over since the previous night.
~Flashback~
The pair had made the journey from the eighth floor down to the 3rd floor, North Wing Staff quarters in total silence. All the way, Harry was mentally trying to think of as many ways that could possibly get him out of his current situation somehow; anything to get him as far away from his Defence Professor as humanly possibly. Yet so far, any and every possibility he'd come up with, he'd discarded just as quick because, when all said and done all he really wanted to do was spend more time with the man.
The one problem Harry seemed to encounter every time he and the werewolf were in close proximity was the fact that he'd phase out of reality; figuratively speaking. His mind would draw a total blank, his stomach muscles would clench, his insides churn and he would later awaken from this state with someone angry at him for ignoring them and a rather embarrassing problem to have to deal with in a bathroom cubicle on his next break.
Before he realised it, Harry had been led to the Portrait guarded entrance to Remus' chambers. He was vaguely aware of the older wizard speaking the Password to the witch inside the painting, 'Noctiluca Puer', and then being carefully guided inside the small, warm and cosy room.
Harry couldn't understand it; how could someone have this kind of affect on him? Much less, a man! He was confused, oh hell he was confused. These new thoughts invading his head, new feelings flowing through each nerve ending toying with him... playing with his mind. What was wrong with him? How could he possibly feel this way?
"Harry?" the velvety voice cut through his internal battle and brought the Gryffindor back to reality.
The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't standing anymore. He was sitting at one end of an extremely comfortable sofa that had been stationed in front of the now roaring fire. Blinking a few times Harry looked around frantically, trying to remember where he was. After a few moments and the memories of the last 20 minutes returned to him, Harry groaned at the situation he'd managed to get himself into.
"Harry, are you alright?" the concerned voice of Remus Lupin once again brought him crashing back down to Earth. He looked at the older wizard, a small smile on his face but the blush on his cheeks still very red and very evident.
"I'm fine Professor." This was all Harry managed to say to the Professor before he deemed that more than enough eye contact for one night and proceeding to look down at the hands in his lap.
"You're nervous." The werewolf spoke softly, eyeing his student with fascination. He noticed Harry's head snap up at the statement and allowed himself a slight smirk. "Why are you nervous Harry?" The 7th year before him fidgeted under his golden gaze.
"I... I'm not n-nervous" Harry stammered effectively throwing any chance of Remus believing he indeed, wasn't nervous out the window. He heard Remus chuckle lightly and scowled internally. How childish did he seem right now?
"There are a few perks to being a werewolf Harry." The Professor said in an easy manner. "My senses are heightened to different levels, depending on how close the full moon is. As it is four days away, I am on a proverbial sensory overload. I can see around 15 to 20 times better than ordinary human eyes can see, I can hear..." He paused and let his eyes roam over Harry's chest. "The faintest sounds. I can even hear the heartbeat of another." The werewolf noticed with glee that the blush on Harry's cheeks darkened a shade.
"And my sense of smell; that would be the most heightened of them all. It's how I could smell your nervousness, anxiety... as well of other," he allowed himself a small grin. "Intoxicating fragrances." The teenagers head snapped up and stared at the older wizard with wide, fearful eyes.
"You c-can't smell all th-that c-can you?" He stammered again, slowly backing away from the werewolf. The latter simply smiled warmly and nodded.
"Now, why are you so nervous around me?" This time Harry managed to actually get up from the sofa and start walking towards the door.
"Well, sir. Thanks for the tea... um see you-''
"Harry sit down." The Gryffindor stopped dead, not daring to move. All fear aside, the man was still Remus; a fantastic friend and still his Professor.
He heard the man behind him sigh, rise from the sofa and pad across the floor towards him only to stop so close to him that Harry could feel the warm breath on his neck. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and made his insides turn to mush. "Tell me Harry," Remus moved around the boy-who- lived slowly, all the while, keeping himself mere centimetres apart from the other. "Whose smell do you find intoxicating?"
When he stopped, he was directly in front of Harry and staring into that pair of amazingly bright green eyes. Those eyes had haunted his mind, infiltrated his every dream, constantly battled to be his number one thought, reminded him of whom the wolf inside him was pining for; reminded him of the one he was pining for.
The 7th year Gryffindor stared into his Professors eyes and he'd had enough: enough of the queasy feelings in his guts, enough of the tension, enough of his damn problems occurring at 10 in the morning. He threw all caution to the wind, took the others face in his hands and planted his lips squarely on his Professors.
Not expecting this sudden movement at all, Remus stiffened initially at the contact. Soon though, he realised that Harry Potter was attached to his lips and mentally whooped. He snaked his arms around the slender hips and rested them on the small of Harry's back. He parted his lips slightly to allow his tongue to roam across those soft lips, and then, when those lips had parted for him, he dipped his tongue into the others mouth to seek and capture control.
The pair broke apart when the need for breath grew too strong and stood there gasping for precious air still in each others arms.
"I... um..." Harry started but couldn't seem to find the correct words to finish so he fell silent. Remus moved one hand to cup Harry's chin then raised it so both pairs of eyes met.
"You know... I'm sure that ranks as one of the best kisses I've ever had." He said with a huge smile and proceeded to make another addition to his 'best kiss list'. The list that currently contained one Harry J Potter only.
~End Flashback~
"Remus, please..." Harry begged, trying to will the same feeling in his gut that he'd experienced in his 7th year away. His breath caught in his throat as the older werewolf pressed himself up against him, sandwiching him between the walls and the wolf.
"Please what?" whispered Remus letting his breath roll from his mouth and hit Harry's skin. He grinned at the shivers he felt go through Harry.
"Will you two get a room!" A loud, very familiar voice called out from behind Remus. The wizard scowled at the intrusion before stepping away from the Defence Professor and turning to face a grinning Sirius, a pale Lils and James Potter and a hyperactive four year old.
"Daddy! Daddy, daddy daddy!" cried Lily happily. Harry eyed his daughter warily.
"Who gave her too much syrup on her pancakes?" he asked looking at the other adults. Both Lils and James pointed at the still grinning Sirius.
"What?" He exclaimed. "She's a kid! She needs sugar!" he said trying to defend himself yet failing miserably.
"She is a four and a half year old werewolf. Do you remember how Remus got when he ate a lot of chocolate in school?" The young father looked expectantly at his godfather then raised an eyebrow as the man tried to think back to his school days.
"He kept us up all night after a Hogsmeade weekend Padfoot." James drawled sarcastically, taking full advantage of his younger age and better memory. "We ended up sat down in the common room till 3 in the morning waiting for him to finish trying to sing the words to New York New York!"
Lils giggled behind her hand at the memory. Harry raised an eyebrow at Remus but shook his head and turned back to Sirius.
"You can take her tonight them Mr. 'she's just a kid she needs sugar'. You can take the hyper werewolf, bathe her, put her to bed, make sure she stays in bed and have to get up at 6 in the morning to her jumping on you singing VERY loudly." He smirked at his godfather's impression of a goldfish.
"Harry, she's your kid." The man tried but Harry shook his head.
"Tonight, Remus and I are going to be talking and if you make one derisive comment about it... not only will you have one peeved werewolf on your tail in five days but you'll be playing play toy to Lily." He patted Sirius' head in a mocking manner. "Got it?" The man nodded solemnly and after a moment of complete silence he cheered up and picked up the four year old, putting her on his shoulders.
"Come on! Diagon Alley awaits. Hey Harry, do the Weasley twins have a shop there yet?"
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Authors notes:
To clear up a few things:
Lily and James are the same ages they were when they died, so I'm figuring pretty young... say around 20? 21?
Sirius is the same age he was when he died also. I don't think I've forgiven JK for that. It was wrong on so many levels!
Remus still aged with time. He was only in a coma so that didn't affect his age at all. He still looks good though.
Lily wasn't there in the first chapter because she'd been through a very long and tiring ordeal, was extremely worn out and fell asleep on the sofa after a long meeting with McGonagall...
So, a recap. James and Lily Potter return from the dead to find out they are 20-21 year old Grandparents, they have a four and a half year old werewolf Granddaughter. Their son is a werewolf and was mated with their school friend. Sirius is back also because I couldn't very well have James and lily back without bringing Padfoot back could I?
[Latin Translation | Noctiluca Puer = Moon child.]
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Thanks to Chris for your delightful words on the subject of male pregnancy. I'd like to point out to my audience that I am not re-defining the laws of reproduction I am simply bending the rules to fit my parameters.
That should just about cover it I think. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It took me many headaches to write it! Review!
Thank you!!
Not Alone Anymore – First Kiss
Warning: Slash contact/kissing/business. If you don't like, don't read. My review boards are not here for people to banter about how they 'don't' like slash. It's there, so deal.
Have a nice day :]
~~~
As the group walked down to the Great hall for breakfast, Harry saw Remus sneak glances at him; more times that what could legally be called normal. After the 8th glance, Hogwarts newest Defence Professor sighed in frustration and stopped walking causing James to almost bump into him.
"Can you two take Lily to the Hall? Remus and I will be there in a few minutes." The young couple nodded and taking both of Lily's hands in their own, continued their walk to the Great Hall. Harry watched as the trio turned the corner at the end of the corridor before turning to face his former mate.
"What's the matter Harry?" Remus asked with a perplexed expression on his face. Harry growled low in his throat, obviously annoyed at the other man's attitude.
"'What's the matter Harry', he says." Cried the younger wizard throwing his arms in the air. "I realise you've just come back... I realise we haven't seen each other in 5 years and I realise that you walking in on me whilst I was in the shower wasn't exactly the most ideal place for us to be but that does not explain why you keep sneaking coy glances at me." He noted with increasing annoyance that the man before him had a silly smile plastered on his face. "What?" he demanded.
"Nothing. Alright, my apologies. I have been looking at you," The older werewolf stepped up to the younger with that same silly smile on his face. "But can you blame me? I step into your bathroom and see you standing there, dripping wet, naked... I just wanted to..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence open.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he stared into those golden orbs. His mind seemed to act on its own accord and take him back to the memory that had been playing over and over since the previous night.
~Flashback~
The pair had made the journey from the eighth floor down to the 3rd floor, North Wing Staff quarters in total silence. All the way, Harry was mentally trying to think of as many ways that could possibly get him out of his current situation somehow; anything to get him as far away from his Defence Professor as humanly possibly. Yet so far, any and every possibility he'd come up with, he'd discarded just as quick because, when all said and done all he really wanted to do was spend more time with the man.
The one problem Harry seemed to encounter every time he and the werewolf were in close proximity was the fact that he'd phase out of reality; figuratively speaking. His mind would draw a total blank, his stomach muscles would clench, his insides churn and he would later awaken from this state with someone angry at him for ignoring them and a rather embarrassing problem to have to deal with in a bathroom cubicle on his next break.
Before he realised it, Harry had been led to the Portrait guarded entrance to Remus' chambers. He was vaguely aware of the older wizard speaking the Password to the witch inside the painting, 'Noctiluca Puer', and then being carefully guided inside the small, warm and cosy room.
Harry couldn't understand it; how could someone have this kind of affect on him? Much less, a man! He was confused, oh hell he was confused. These new thoughts invading his head, new feelings flowing through each nerve ending toying with him... playing with his mind. What was wrong with him? How could he possibly feel this way?
"Harry?" the velvety voice cut through his internal battle and brought the Gryffindor back to reality.
The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't standing anymore. He was sitting at one end of an extremely comfortable sofa that had been stationed in front of the now roaring fire. Blinking a few times Harry looked around frantically, trying to remember where he was. After a few moments and the memories of the last 20 minutes returned to him, Harry groaned at the situation he'd managed to get himself into.
"Harry, are you alright?" the concerned voice of Remus Lupin once again brought him crashing back down to Earth. He looked at the older wizard, a small smile on his face but the blush on his cheeks still very red and very evident.
"I'm fine Professor." This was all Harry managed to say to the Professor before he deemed that more than enough eye contact for one night and proceeding to look down at the hands in his lap.
"You're nervous." The werewolf spoke softly, eyeing his student with fascination. He noticed Harry's head snap up at the statement and allowed himself a slight smirk. "Why are you nervous Harry?" The 7th year before him fidgeted under his golden gaze.
"I... I'm not n-nervous" Harry stammered effectively throwing any chance of Remus believing he indeed, wasn't nervous out the window. He heard Remus chuckle lightly and scowled internally. How childish did he seem right now?
"There are a few perks to being a werewolf Harry." The Professor said in an easy manner. "My senses are heightened to different levels, depending on how close the full moon is. As it is four days away, I am on a proverbial sensory overload. I can see around 15 to 20 times better than ordinary human eyes can see, I can hear..." He paused and let his eyes roam over Harry's chest. "The faintest sounds. I can even hear the heartbeat of another." The werewolf noticed with glee that the blush on Harry's cheeks darkened a shade.
"And my sense of smell; that would be the most heightened of them all. It's how I could smell your nervousness, anxiety... as well of other," he allowed himself a small grin. "Intoxicating fragrances." The teenagers head snapped up and stared at the older wizard with wide, fearful eyes.
"You c-can't smell all th-that c-can you?" He stammered again, slowly backing away from the werewolf. The latter simply smiled warmly and nodded.
"Now, why are you so nervous around me?" This time Harry managed to actually get up from the sofa and start walking towards the door.
"Well, sir. Thanks for the tea... um see you-''
"Harry sit down." The Gryffindor stopped dead, not daring to move. All fear aside, the man was still Remus; a fantastic friend and still his Professor.
He heard the man behind him sigh, rise from the sofa and pad across the floor towards him only to stop so close to him that Harry could feel the warm breath on his neck. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and made his insides turn to mush. "Tell me Harry," Remus moved around the boy-who- lived slowly, all the while, keeping himself mere centimetres apart from the other. "Whose smell do you find intoxicating?"
When he stopped, he was directly in front of Harry and staring into that pair of amazingly bright green eyes. Those eyes had haunted his mind, infiltrated his every dream, constantly battled to be his number one thought, reminded him of whom the wolf inside him was pining for; reminded him of the one he was pining for.
The 7th year Gryffindor stared into his Professors eyes and he'd had enough: enough of the queasy feelings in his guts, enough of the tension, enough of his damn problems occurring at 10 in the morning. He threw all caution to the wind, took the others face in his hands and planted his lips squarely on his Professors.
Not expecting this sudden movement at all, Remus stiffened initially at the contact. Soon though, he realised that Harry Potter was attached to his lips and mentally whooped. He snaked his arms around the slender hips and rested them on the small of Harry's back. He parted his lips slightly to allow his tongue to roam across those soft lips, and then, when those lips had parted for him, he dipped his tongue into the others mouth to seek and capture control.
The pair broke apart when the need for breath grew too strong and stood there gasping for precious air still in each others arms.
"I... um..." Harry started but couldn't seem to find the correct words to finish so he fell silent. Remus moved one hand to cup Harry's chin then raised it so both pairs of eyes met.
"You know... I'm sure that ranks as one of the best kisses I've ever had." He said with a huge smile and proceeded to make another addition to his 'best kiss list'. The list that currently contained one Harry J Potter only.
~End Flashback~
"Remus, please..." Harry begged, trying to will the same feeling in his gut that he'd experienced in his 7th year away. His breath caught in his throat as the older werewolf pressed himself up against him, sandwiching him between the walls and the wolf.
"Please what?" whispered Remus letting his breath roll from his mouth and hit Harry's skin. He grinned at the shivers he felt go through Harry.
"Will you two get a room!" A loud, very familiar voice called out from behind Remus. The wizard scowled at the intrusion before stepping away from the Defence Professor and turning to face a grinning Sirius, a pale Lils and James Potter and a hyperactive four year old.
"Daddy! Daddy, daddy daddy!" cried Lily happily. Harry eyed his daughter warily.
"Who gave her too much syrup on her pancakes?" he asked looking at the other adults. Both Lils and James pointed at the still grinning Sirius.
"What?" He exclaimed. "She's a kid! She needs sugar!" he said trying to defend himself yet failing miserably.
"She is a four and a half year old werewolf. Do you remember how Remus got when he ate a lot of chocolate in school?" The young father looked expectantly at his godfather then raised an eyebrow as the man tried to think back to his school days.
"He kept us up all night after a Hogsmeade weekend Padfoot." James drawled sarcastically, taking full advantage of his younger age and better memory. "We ended up sat down in the common room till 3 in the morning waiting for him to finish trying to sing the words to New York New York!"
Lils giggled behind her hand at the memory. Harry raised an eyebrow at Remus but shook his head and turned back to Sirius.
"You can take her tonight them Mr. 'she's just a kid she needs sugar'. You can take the hyper werewolf, bathe her, put her to bed, make sure she stays in bed and have to get up at 6 in the morning to her jumping on you singing VERY loudly." He smirked at his godfather's impression of a goldfish.
"Harry, she's your kid." The man tried but Harry shook his head.
"Tonight, Remus and I are going to be talking and if you make one derisive comment about it... not only will you have one peeved werewolf on your tail in five days but you'll be playing play toy to Lily." He patted Sirius' head in a mocking manner. "Got it?" The man nodded solemnly and after a moment of complete silence he cheered up and picked up the four year old, putting her on his shoulders.
"Come on! Diagon Alley awaits. Hey Harry, do the Weasley twins have a shop there yet?"
~~~
Authors notes:
To clear up a few things:
Lily and James are the same ages they were when they died, so I'm figuring pretty young... say around 20? 21?
Sirius is the same age he was when he died also. I don't think I've forgiven JK for that. It was wrong on so many levels!
Remus still aged with time. He was only in a coma so that didn't affect his age at all. He still looks good though.
Lily wasn't there in the first chapter because she'd been through a very long and tiring ordeal, was extremely worn out and fell asleep on the sofa after a long meeting with McGonagall...
So, a recap. James and Lily Potter return from the dead to find out they are 20-21 year old Grandparents, they have a four and a half year old werewolf Granddaughter. Their son is a werewolf and was mated with their school friend. Sirius is back also because I couldn't very well have James and lily back without bringing Padfoot back could I?
[Latin Translation | Noctiluca Puer = Moon child.]
*
Thanks to Chris for your delightful words on the subject of male pregnancy. I'd like to point out to my audience that I am not re-defining the laws of reproduction I am simply bending the rules to fit my parameters.
That should just about cover it I think. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It took me many headaches to write it! Review!
Thank you!!