WARNING!! This fic contains slash materials that may offend some persons. There's blood exchange, non-con (later in the ch's), and a lot of other things i'll warn about when the time comes.
Just so you know Sirius is alive and was pardened after the capture of that rat. Hey my plot my rules!
Disclaimer: all owned by the wonderful authour of the even brilliant story but alas the plot is mine because of the whole AU bit. So please don't sue me 'cause i'm flat broke besides the penies in my pocket and i need those to make wishes in the fountain to win the jackpot.
Sometime later…
Trying to sneak back inside the house didn't work out so well. Uncle Vernon was on his back before he could close the door and the usual slap ensued. A sneer, that would give Snape a run for his Galleon, looked scary on the chubby face. Expecting another hit Harry flinched when the chunky hand rested against his red flaming cheek.
"I won't ask where you've been. This once I'll let you off but," His face came closer so Harry could see the little hairs sticking from the man's nostrils. "never again." Relief flooded through the boy but he knew the night wasn't over. "Now - go take a shower. I'll be up in a moment." Harry nodded his head yes in understanding and he sulked away keeping his head down so as not to take notice to his cousins snickering face that was being filled with sweets.
Vernon watched his nephew walk up the flight of stairs licking his lips. Turning away before a part of his body reacted he called out to his wife. "Petunia! Hold my dinner for me." Removing his outer jacket he lazily placed it on the hook where his keys hung. Following in the boys footsteps he was giddy.
It was like every other night this past summer. Harry waited in the bathroom where everything was spotless. The lid to the toilet was closed, light blue bath rug was placed outside the tub while a smaller rug encircled the bottom of the toilet, the white sink was void of toothpaste smudges and three toothbrushes were placed neatly in a flower porcelain cup, and the rectangle mirror that hid the medicine cabinet was spotless of smudges, there weren't no towels on the rack on the wall because Petunia only pulled them out when guests visited.
Harry sat on the edge of the tub staring at the rug that was soft under his bare feet. He waited no more than a minute. The knob to the door turned and Vernon's smug face appeared before the rest of his large frame. A sift click from the closing of the door had Harry shutting his eyes. A part of him was afraid yet another part of him wasn't. Would this be the day Vernon did more than watching?
The water was warm against his skin. He left his head under the water with arms outstretched so his hands propped him up on the wall. The shower curtain was clear. From the corner of his eye, through his soggy hair, Harry could make out the blurred form of his uncle who was resting against the bathroom door ordering and watching.
"Pick up the shampoo - mhm - now face me while you lather up." Vernon could clearly make out his nephew's features. "Good boy."
Tonight something was different. That age old fear of 'would he or wouldn't he' was still there and also the embarrassment, but something was - off. The Sandalwood smell of the soap was overpowering his senses. It smelt nice and it was soothing but it left him a little too calm, a little too relaxed.
"Turn around and wash your back - that's it -" the shower lasted the usual 20 minutes and Vernon remained at the door until Harry towel dried himself and slipped into his briefs. "Dinner's downstairs. I don't want that freak of a godfather of yours to complain we don't feed you." and with that he exited leaving the door wide open.
Breathing a sigh of relief Harry hurried into his pajama bottoms that were way too big. To help remedy that problem he sewed loops at the hem of the bottoms and looped in a charmed rope that tightened to a snug fit. His eyes fell on the soap that sat drying in a little whole in the shower wall. Chewing on his bottom lip he didn't understand this sudden urge that made him reach for it; It was still damp. Before he could change his mind he pocketed the soap.
The bathroom door slammed shut. Jumping, Harry twirled around, all his fears came flooding back. Maybe Uncle Vernon wouldn't touch him but it was a definite for precious Dudley.
"For a freak you're nicer on the eyes." Dudley chided running his tongue over his bottom lip. Harry looked at his cousin with disgust. Dudley was still an oversized, selfish, self-centered, momma's boy and more perverted than his father.
"Move out of the way Dudley or you'll hear from my godfather. You know - the man who was in that Wizard's prison for murder." Harry hoped that did it. Whenever Sirius was mentioned his cousin always walked away clutching his bottom.
Dudley merely smiled and stalked forward several steps giving Harry no chance to make an escape. "Thin walls Harry." his pudgy arm extended so hands, hard from boxing, grabbed his chin. "That freak," He spat it as if it were a bad word. "can't harm a hair on my or my parents head." his hand moved gently across Harry's face so he could feel the calluses before resting at the nape of his neck. "I guess your," Dudley roughly pulled back Harry's head by grabbing a fistful of hair. "threats are useless."
Panic spread like wildfire through Harry. How did his cousin know? Believe it or not Sirius would blast them with a wave of his wand but he, Harry, wouldn't allow it; there was no way Sirius was going back to Azkaban and leave him to remain here. "Let -" A sharp tug. "Go!" Please - please- don't let this be happening! Why? Why me?
"Tsk, tsk." Harry couldn't see the smile that spread across his cousin face. "Father's not the only one who fancies you freak. Except I'm more intrigued with that little mouth of yours." I wont cry, I wont cry, I have better not cry! "I wonder how many cocks in that freak school passed through those lips of yours." Dudley said softly as if actually giving thought to his own question. "I bet you enjoyed each one. Swallowing their disgusting juices while leaving those who matter high and dry." Merlin! He's jealous! "I'll teach you. Soon you'll be begging for it."
Dudley made use of his free hand, punching Harry in the stomach so his knees easily gave way when he pulled down on the hair. Gasping for breath, Harry cried out as his knee's banged down on the tiled floor. Do something - do something! Harry ordered himself as he heard his cousin mumble under his breath about 'blasted belt'. You're a grown WIZARD! Future defeater of Riddle and you can't even stop your own cousin from raping you! Pathetic! You're beyond pathetic!
Harry felt that same tingle from earlier in the day but it wasn't lust. It was hotter; his skin burned, his eyes watered, his breathing was long and deep trying to cool the fire in his lungs.
I. Am. Not. Pathetic!
Just as Dudley managed to remove the tiny stick from the first whole Harry grabbed his chunky forearm with both hands. "Off! Now!" Harry's voice was deeper, sounding hallow in his own head.
Dudley's hand immediately released his hold as he felt his skin begin to heat; growing hotter the longer Harry's hands were on him. "Mom!" Dudley called, panicked.
"They can't hear you." was that me? Crap -don't tell me I've gone and got myself possessed!
Panic quickly turned to fear as Dudley stared into his cousins eyes. The green darkened and he could've sworn there was a swirl of a paler of green. He could make out a faint haze around his cousins body that was growing. "A joke Harry - a - stupid - stupid joke." Dudley pleaded complexion paling.
Harry felt a growl force out of his lips. Wow - was that me? Duh! Of course dunderhead, who else could it be? "No. More. Keep. Your. Hands. To. Self." Harry off his knees, on his, feet in a matter of seconds.
"Please - please don't kill me. Ple-" Dudley looked down at his quivering self. A dark wet blotch was growing between his legs and down his thighs. "Oh shit!"
Stop this! No more! Why doesn't my body listen? I've gone mad - Merlin I can't control this.
To Dudley the bathroom was suddenly feeling suffocating. It was muggy, his hand were sweating, and he was scared enough to piss his own pants. "Please." He tried once more of begging.
"You. Pained. Me." opened mouth, Dudley tried to remove himself from Harry's grip but found his cousins hand clench tighter. "Pay."
Several minutes later Harry was running down the stairs and bolted for his old room. It was cramped but he could manage. Earlier in the summer he had placed a lock on the inside, a muggle lock that turns with a skeleton key and a small chain lock as well. In the corner Harry sat staring at nothing in particular while trying to catch his breath. His skin was still warm but the tingle had disappeared after - no he wouldn't think about what he did. He refused to even acknowledge it until it was forced on him to.
Breathing a sigh of relief as he managed to put it in the back of his mind as he reached into his pocket for the bar of soap. Turning it over in his hand he felt the clumps of lint on it but it could easily be fixed by rinsing it under water. Bringing it close to his nose he breathed in the Sandalwood; It quickly calmed his nerves.
Rubbing harder on the bar of soap, Harry made sure that some of its smell was on his skin. Gently placing the soap under his pillows he rubbed his fingers under his nose and throat. The intoxicating scent quickly lulled him to a dreamless sleep.
"How dare you Black!" Aunt Petunia's voice shrieked.
Harry's eyes snapped open. His godfather couldn't possibly be in the house! Yet - Sirius was always the unpredictable one. Maybe he's here to take me away? No. After earlier he's probably here to ask them to keep me for longer.
"Waltzing into my home! Waving your wand and infecting my family!"
"Oh cut the crap act Petunia." Sirius shouted. Harry cautiously unlocked and unchained his door so as not to make a noise. "You damn well know it was a silencing spell so no one upstairs will hear. We got a very serious situation on our hands." Sirius spoke less loudly.
Harry crept out of his cupboard and tiptoed to the kitchen door. He didn't need to open it, he just wanted to hear what was going on. Maybe this was a dream or something because there was no way his Aunt would be conversating with a wizard let alone an ex convict of Azkaban.
"Oh let me guess. You and that monstrosity -" Petunia didn't have a chance to finish as Sirius raised his wand and spoke.
"Delenium" Silence. Crap. Sirius killed her. Harry thought with a silent laugh. "Any redder Petunia and you'll pop that little pulsing vein on your forehead. Now you have no choice but to listen to me seeing that you have no lips." Harry had to cover his mouth to smother a laugh. "But count yourself lucky. One more snide remark about my husband and you'll -" Sirius took a calming breath seeing that he was getting off topic.
"Now as I was saying before you rudely -as usual -interrupted me. Since your nephew's been here has anything strange been happening?" a brief pause. "Stomp your feet then; One for yes and two for no." Petunia glared at the man. "Fine! If it'll help clap your hands once for yes and two for no." Rolling her eyes Petunia clapped once.
"More different than the previous years?" one clap. "Is his skin warmer to the touch?" a shrug of shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean? Haven't you touched him since he's been here." two claps. There was a long pause. "Is his skin unusually flush sometimes?" one clap. "Okay now we're getting somewhere. Have any of the neighbors kids were, you know, lustful towards Harry?" Petunia crossed her arms on her chest and stared at Sirius. "Well! Yes or no woman?"
Harry could feel his face redden with embarrassment. This is not happening. This is not happening. She couldn't possibly know - but what if?
Sirius mumbled something under his breath before: "Finite Incantatem. And one bad word out of you and I'll use the Reductor Curse to redecorate your house."
Petunia's lips thinned as she swallowed the string of swear words she was going to aim at him. "Since the day he's been back your godson has been dallying around with - persons doing god knows what!"
If Harry had his wand at that moment he would've used the Killing Curse on himself. This was too embarrassing.
"I think we both have a pretty good idea what's he been up to." Sirius said with a frown as he remembered Thomas; poor chap.
"Ugh. As far as I am concerned Black, he has no anatomy to do such things." Petunia sighed sadly. "He's like Lily isn't he?"
Harry pressed closer to the door as if that'll help in giving him the answers to all the questions that were zooming through his brain. Like his mother? Interesting.
Sirius sighed as well. "Yes."
"Who's going to tell the boy?
"I don't know."
"How long do you think you can keep this a secret? Tomorrow night at the stroke of midnight he'll -" Petunia was once again interrupted.
"Don't you think I know that. Don't you think I know he's half Veela." Sirius shouted.
Harry's legs gave out and he slid down to the floor with a soft 'thump'. I'm just like -
"And to top it off he's in heat! Me and Remus can't do a dam thing about it. Dumbledore just shrugs his shoulders and allows it because Harry isn't hurting anyone."
"Well he isn't." Harry nearly had a stroke. His aunt, whom never showed him love, was defending him. Hell has frozen over. "None of the neighbors are complaining, especially his - friends." A slight blush stained her cheeks.
"There's more to it than that Petunia. Truthfully it doesn't matter who he screws to help out - certain problems."
"Black you do realize before a Veela's inheritance they tend to be sexually frustrated?" Sirius began to look slightly uncomfortable talking about sex with a prunish woman. "Lily was the same way. But of course if James weren't there to help in that - area - well lets just say a Veela can over heat after a while without any type of release." Petunia finished glad she never had to endure the same as Lily.
Sirius looked at her curiously. "Over heat?"
"Yes. Thankfully Harry's only half Veela so only his scent can overload and not his body. He would've been as red as a tomato with the worst case of PMS imaginable."
Harry wanted to cry. No, better yet he wanted to be invisible, this was just too much to comprehend. I wonder how Ron's dealt with this?
"If this is all we're going to discuss Black then I am in serious doubt of your intelligence. You of all people should know this." Petunia scolded.
"I do know this. It's just that Harry - Harry did something today that can bring loads of trouble to not only him but the second party who's equally involved." Sirius defended.
"You're babbling. If you tell me, then maybe I can be of assistance." Petunia offered as she felt a tinge of worry.
"You know Arabella Figg?" asked Sirius. Petunia nodded her head yes. "She has a nephew named Thomas Wiggly."
"I know of him. Bella speaks highly of him." A short pause from her. "Isn't he a squib?"
Sirius sighed. "Yes. He is."
Frustrated Petunia threw her hands in the air. "Well then what seems to be the problem? If your godson - befriended the boy it shouldn't be a problem."
"He's mated to a werewolf you nitwit!" Sirius exploded.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he felt his body go numb. No? I couldn't have - but - but that's impossible.
It looked like Petunia was ready to birth kittens. "You're joking right? The boy's what - no older than Harry!"
"Age doesn't matter. What matters is Thomas mated with Michael no less than a week ago." Seeing the expression on Petunia's face was comical but Sirius didn't think of laughing. This was a serious matter. "From what I know Harry's scent or whatever has been building for at least a week. Apparently newly mated werewolves and Veela's in heat mix pretty well."
"That's not possible. Werewolves mate for life. Thomas wouldn't be attracted to Harry no matter how strong a pull." Spoke Petunia who was trying to understand the situation.
"Not if both persons are lust craved and compatible. There has to be something similar about both persons. Thomas hasn't had an easy life and neither has Harry. They're similar in that aspect but -"
"Veela's don't return to the same lover unless they're absolutely certain that it's their mate. And I hope you're not implying that I abused my nephew because I don't. It's because of your world that he's been having nightmares every bloody night."
"It doesn't matter where the neglect is coming from Petunia! Whatever the reason, this has happened. That boy, Thomas, mind was fogged up because of the lust that's been clouding around Harry. They fucked and now in a strange way they're connected because of it."
Frowning, Petunia really didn't like to be surprised like this. "When Harry finds out someone has to tell him this isn't his fault."
"I know. He already puts blame on himself for too many things." Sirius agreed unaware that his godson was having an inner battle within himself.
It is my fault. Harry thought to himself. How can I be so stupid! He smelt dangerous, hell he was dangerous just not in a pain type of way. I'm sorry Thomas. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry -
"What's happened with the boy?" Asked Petunia with concern.
Sirius fidgeted with the wand in his hand. "Speaking with Remus. Remus is like the boys guide and is trying to calm the boy down. When I left he was hysterical that Michael would leave him."
"Did you tell him that it wasn't his fault or Harry's?"
"Yes. He doesn't blame Harry for anything besides making him too sore to sit down properly." Harry's face reddened deeper as he heard his aunts cough. Sirius, you are so dead. "Actually he's frantic because he believes he's the one who seduced Harry from the beginning meaning that it was entirely his fault that he was an adulterer."
"That's partially true. Most of Harry's - friends in the neighborhood were the seducers." Petunia added. "I just count myself lucky that my father was a muggle."
Sirius chuckled to the not so amused woman who crossed her arms at her chest. "And this is funny how Black? You're no better than me that's for sure."
Ignoring the comment Sirius explained himself. "You said muggle. A muggle referring to another muggle is quite funny you know."
"Well it's true. Mother had an affair with a Veela just before she met father. Being half sisters with Lilly was difficult."
"I know that Petunia. I was there for the most part remember." Sirius stated.
"Just because mother fancied your sweet talk doesn't mean-"
Harry stepped away from the door and retreated into his cupboard. It was just plain weird and scary to hear his aunt and godfather having a pleasant conversation. He was only glad that Petunia was leaving early the next morning for a road trip to a museum with the other wives on the block so he didn't have to face her in the morning.
Wait! They're half sisters?!
The sound of pounding feet running down the stair stirred Harry, curses and grumbling of a threat opened his still drowsy eyes, the fact that Vernon ripped open the locked cupboard door and dragged Harry out of the small space woke him up instantly.
"You little-" Vernon continued his rant of cursing, red face, distorted in anger while slamming Harry against the wall. Crumpling to the floor he felt swift kicks under him and also stomping above him.
Harry tried to pull himself away from those hands that were slapping, punching, scratching, him while fisting his lengthy hair. Swift kicks had him crying out as bones crack. Unexpectedly a burst of energy from the bloody broken teen threw Vernon back against the wall.
Taking the chance, Harry managed to stumble to his feet to collapse against the railing. Crawling up the stairs he felt the tears mat his cheeks when Vernon groaned as he moved. "Sirius!" Harry could barely shout. You can't have abandoned me! Not now. Not when I need you the most!
Harry struggled to reach the top landing as he heard the stair creek with heavy foot of the murderous man who grumbled under his breath; words that he could barely understand.
"Please help!" Harry cried and pleaded as he crawled on his hands and knees to the safety of his room. In the distance he could hear the squabble of Hedwige who was trying to get out of the cage.
"You'll pay for what you did to my son!" Harry was so close to the door when he felt a tug on his bare shoulder that threw him on his back. A fat angry man climbed on top assaulting with combinations that Harry tried desperately to move away block from killing him.
"Albus!" long pause. "Sirius!" another pause. "Stop!" a shorter one. "Remus!" that was the last word he was able to say as the darkness took him over.
No one had come for him. They claimed to have loved him, promised to protect him, swore on Wizards honor that he was safer here than out there. Lies. Lies. He was all alone in his darkness. All alone with only the pain and agony to keep him warm. But even in his subconscious a phrase kept repeating in his mind: Always me … why me?
*End of pt2*
A/N: See questions answered dealing with the whole first pt thing. If you are still uncertain or completely confused just ask and i'll straighten it for ya.
Oh and Thomas... yes his past is dark and so is Harry's and.... well as you can see i don't know much about Veela's so i added with the whole heat and tingaly thing and the newly wherewolf mate compatible thing. Life is never always simple.... *sigh*
Now i know you're wondering what happened with Dudley and that'll be explained in a later chapter. It is kind of sick of what he planned on doing but i've read stories where he's even more despicable. I'm gonna really enjoy messing with Dudley... he's just too easy to kill off and fun to torture!
Vernon is complete arse and you are all probably wondering why Petunia had no clue of what was happenning and let me put it this way. IT WAS A SECRET! Vernon didn't speak of it, he was careful, Petunia is ignorant, and Harry was too embarrased to even mention it.
Why Petunia wasn't there during the beating. Well she left really early to go to a museum with a couple of friends to stay overnight in a hotel or something so she wont appear in this chapter.
LOVE YOU ALL *Bless you, Bless you all for believing in me, i couldn't have done it with you. And also my plastic surgeon... i look better because of you*
Teaser: (pt3) Aah more Draco, Angry Draco, Sad Draco, Worried Draco, Thinking Draco, Homicidal Maniac Draco, and House Braking Draco... we all LOVE Draco the Slytherin Vampire.