Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter; I do not own any characters in this or any other fanfiction I have written. I' am doing this purely for the fun of it.
(A/N: thank you to all my reviewers you have given me the courage to carry on posting up chapters. Chapter 4 will be up in about 1-2 weeks as I' am still writing it out. Keep them Reviews coming and I will answer any questions you have(. For some reason FF.net wont let me add italics. Also Mpreg will be along in future chapters)
Chapter 3
Harry's plan of not spending time with Remus had been going for a whole two weeks, the only problem was that Harry's feelings didn't die instead they had increased so much that he could only be in a room with Remus for five minutes before his mind wandered onto dirty fantasy's.
With trying to stay away from Remus he found himself spending more time with his godfather, and he realized that he was also attracted to Sirius.
At first Harry was just baffled as to why he had grown affection for the two older men and put it down to the fact that he had not been on a date in a while, well not since he had destroyed Voldemort.
Then he came to realized that it wasn't just because he hadn't dated in fact he realized that these were his true feelings and he had always known they were there, since he first met them.
With all this going on in Harry's mind he failed to realize that Sirius and Remus had picked up on him avoiding them, they didn't know why but they were defiantly going to find out why.
As Harry sat down for Dinner on Thursday, he could feel the tension in the room, not saying anything he took his seat and they all eat in silence. After finishing his meal Harry made to leave the room, but was brought to a halt by Sirius saying.
"Harry we need to talk,"
Turning around Harry took his seat again and asked bluntly, "What?"
"Harry," began Sirius, "We know you've been avoiding us. Now I don't know why but I would defiantly like an explanation,"
"I don't know," mumbled Harry looking at the table cloth.
Sighing Remus put in, "Harry if you're unhappy here just say,"
Looking up sharply Harry replied, "I' am happy here,"
"Then why are you avoiding us?" questioned Sirius feeling as though this was going no where.
"Sorry I guess I just fell back in to an old routine," lied Harry
"Come again?" asked Remus.
"I mean," explained Harry, "that when I was at the Dursleys I was always forced to stay out the way when I wasn't needed. I guess after getting shot I just fell back into that routine."
Harry knew he was lying but he wasn't prepared to tell them about his dreams, fantasies and feelings. They'd probably throw me out faster than I could say 'quidditch', thought Harry.
"Harry, you are going to have force yourself to stay in a room with us, you do realize that you cant keep running from us. Just try to remember that in future," reminded Sirius.
Smiling that his lie had worked Harry replied, "I'll try to. So what is for desert?"
"Apple pie and whipped cream," anaswered Remus.
Those five words sent shivers down Harry's spine and immediately images of whipped cream, a bed, Remus, and Sirius filtered through his mind, causing a very distinct reaction in his neither region.
Harry wanted to bolt the room so badly when the other two men began eating, but what he had said earlier came rushing back to him, so he forced himself to sit in the chair. Damn! I'm going to have to sit here through this all evening, think unpleasant thoughts, thought Harry, conjuring up an image of Snape and Dumbledore, URGH! Snape and Dumbledore in a thong, well that killed that erection.
Harry finally made it through the whole evening thinking unpleasant thoughts, without bolting up to his room. By quarter past ten he was ordered to bed, (A/N Even when your eighteen parents can do this) by Sirius. Protesting that he wasn't a little kid any more he managed to stay up another fifteen minutes before Sirius and Remus literally pushed him out the room and up to bed.
Grumbling and complaining Harry climbed the stairs for the night, entering his bedroom he closed and locked his door then added a silencing charm that lasted for three, it needed to be re-cast, and he was having a tendency at the moment to shout out in his sleep.
Climbing into bed Harry waved his wand and he was plunged into darkness, closing his eyes he soon found himself in an extremely exotic dream.
***
Waking up Harry found his sheets tangled around him and sweat rolling off his forehead, his dreams had started out pleasant enough until he somehow woke up in the middle of the night and then after falling asleep again the dreams took a sinister turn.
He had dreamed off the final battle, Voldemort, Death Eaters and everyone that had died or got hurt.
There was Professors. Trelawney, Flitwick, Sinistra, and Victor they had all died defending the school from Death Eater. Then there was Charlie, Percy (Who had taken the dark mark), Hestia Jones, and Dedalus Diggle, who had all died at the ministry. Percy had been forced into taking the Dark Mark by Voldemort, in an effort to stay alive he had agreed and was all ready preparing to go confess to Dumbledore why he had done so. But Voldemort had taken to performing legilimens on his new recruits and he had found out Percy wasn't loyal to him so had killed him in cold blood, Percy didn't stand a chance. His corpse was sent to Dumbledore with a message that no one was to try to spy for him.
Half the student body of sixth and seventh year students had been killed by Death Eaters or personally by Voldemort, some of these students were, Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas, Ernie McMillan, Cho Change(before she left school), Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Parvati Patill, Padam Patill, and countless others.
The Order of the Phoenix got lucky in the war not losing too many members, but still many were injured and didn't escape unscathed.
Tonks now walked with a limp, she had taken several severing charms on her left leg, before taking a blasting curse which had broken both her legs, there was not much hope that she would walk again but a little determination and she had pulled through.
Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody was now only able to see out of his magical eye, he had been caught off guard by a Death Eater who had aimed a Crucio curse at his eyes. Unfortunately the damaged that had been done could not be un- done.
As all this was happening Harry had been casting his own curses, here, there, and everywhere and every battle they won Harry had took it upon his self to mourn for them, even if he had only just met them he would sit on the floor cry and send there soul onto the next journey with a quick prayer.
Squinting to his right Harry just about managed to make out the time, his clock read 6:30am, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep again he pulled himself out of his bed.
Rummaging through his draws and wardrobe he brought out clean jeans, a clean t-shirt, some clean boxes, and some clean socks. Heading for the shower Harry grabbed his wand and cast another silencing charm on the bathroom so the running water wouldn't wake up Remus and Sirius, turning the shower on he stepped in not even noticing that the water was freezing cold.
Stepping out of the shower half an hour later, Harry dried himself off quickly then got dressed and crept down to the kitchen; Harry knew that neither Remus nor Sirius would be up at this time, so he was shocked to see Remus sitting at the table sipping a cup of chocolate.
"Morning Harry," greeted Remus, as Harry sat across from him, "What are you doing up this early?"
"Bad night," answered Harry truthfully.
"How bad?" asked Remus cautiously.
It had always embarrassed Harry to wake up with tears in his eyes and he saw Remus or Sirius standing over him asking him if he was okay. Sometimes he would just say no and was pulled into a fatherly hug other times he wanted to just be left alone to sort it out himself.
"Bad enough," answered Harry, "That I saw everyone that's dead, die again, or everyone that got hurt, hurt again,"
"Harry none of that was your fault," soothed Remus.
Looking up Harry replied, "In a sense it is Remus, don't you see. Maybe if I hadn't taken the Triwizard cup Voldemort would never have been resurrected,"
"Harry, even if you didn't touch that cup, he would have used Cedrics blood instead," reasoned Remus.
"You're wrong," answered Harry shaking his head.
"Why am I?" asked Remus.
"Because he needed the blood of an enemy, who is to say that Cedric wouldn't have chosen the dark side," explained Harry, "So you see Cedric was a neutral he had no reason to be Voldemort's enemy,"
"Yes but saying that," countered Remus, "maybe the blood of any pureblooded wizard enemy or no, would of brought him back,"
"I know, I know," sighed Harry, "They're all 'what ifs' or 'maybes' or 'if I hadn't'. Nothing can change the past Remus; it just hurts to know that past."
Whilst Harry had said his last line Sirius had over heard and froze at Harry's words completely misunderstanding them. So he can't bear to know me, thought Sirius anger bubbling inside of him, fine then if he doesn't want to know me then he won't have to. With that thought Sirius ran back up to his and Remus' bedroom, leaving a note for Remus telling him not to worry. He packed a few clothes took his new broom, the Firebolt 5000(newest one on the market) and jumped out the window and flew off to the distance.
The kitchen lapsed into silence as Harry finished speaking, Remus didn't know what to say to comfort him. They had all seen so much horror, The Ministry of Magic being blown up, St Mungos half of that blown up. Muggle villages blown off the map of England, towns destroyed, cities left in tatters all the work of one mad wizard who had wanted nothing but a small bit of power
Some witches and wizards would step out of the ruins, if they were lucky to be alive, of their houses and ask, "Does Voldemort realize what he is doing?" so many people had started to believe that when Voldemort did realized what he was doing he would stop, but no such luck came and after time peoples beliefs died.
Trying to lighten the mood Remus asked, "So what you going to do today?"
"I don't know. Maybe I could visit the Boa constrictor that I set free and see if he is still at the zoo," answered Harry.
Remus snorted he and Sirius had heard numerous accounts of accidental magic Harry had caused before he knew he was a wizard, but the Boa Constrictor story had, had them laughing for days on end.
"Well I think I'll go see if Sirius is awake," commented Remus, heading out the kitchen.
Harry just nodded and went to make himself a drink of tea. Sitting down Harry let his mind wander, I never thought I'd be here, be in love with someone, and still be sane, thought Harry, it felt kind of good to tell someone how I felt. I felt it was-
"Harry, Sirius has gone," broke in Remus interrupting Harry's thoughts.
"Did he say why?" asked Harry.
"Harry," answered Remus, "Sirius didn't say anything, there's just a note,"
Rolling his eyes Harry replied, "Well what does it say?"
"It just says not to worry and Harry will understand," explained Remus.
"Understand?" asked Harry bewildered.
Shrugging Remus calmed down and answered, "I don't know Harry, maybe you should just carry on with your plans for the day,"
"Fine," sighed Harry, "Will you tell me if he sends an owl?" asked Harry.
"Of course," answered Remus.
"Thanks Rem," replied Harry.
Harry bounded out of the kitchen and on with the day, all memories of the war shoved into the back of his mind until another nightmare.
***
The rest of the day passed in a blur, with no word from Sirius. By the time tea time came around Remus was starting to get a little worried, so in an attempt to stop Remus worrying Harry decided to cook a dinner for him. (A/N Does that sounds too corny?)
All his years cooking for the Dursleys had finally paid off as Harry stood cooking a half shoulder of lamb in a red wine that he had found. He had also found several bottles of Ogden's old Firewhiskey, sneaking two bottles out he had poured two glasses of the stuff which now resided on the dinner table.
"Harry whatever you're cooking smells wonderful," praised Remus, striding into the kitchen.
Turning away from the cooker Harry replied, "Thank you. All those times cooking for the Dursleys paid off,"
"At least it isn't burnt like Sirius normally does," responded Remus lightly.
"Well dinner just needs dishing up," answered Harry turning back to the cooker, "If you go and sit down," ordered Harry.
Remus obliged and went and sat down at the dinner table. Harry came in five minutes later carrying two plates of steaming potatoes, carrots, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and wine coated lamb. Setting the plates down on the table Harry took his seat and made a hand jester to dig in.
"Hmmmm.... This is fantastic," praised Remus, again.
"Thanks," replied Harry.
They spent dinner, eating, talking, and drinking by the time they'd finished both men were more than a little merry, but Harry didn't stop re- filling the glasses. His idea was to try to make Remus as drunk as possible so he could get a kiss out of him and then hopefully Remus would forget.
What he hadn't counted on was his own drunken state, and he kept blurting out all his secrets which Remus (who was also just as drunk) just laughed at.
"I thunk I should go sit on arse," slurred Harry.
Standing up both Remus and Harry clung to each other as the whole room span, looking up Harry's emerald eyes met Remus' hazel ones.
Before they knew what they were doing their lips met in a passion filled hungry kiss.
Harry's whole body felt like it was on fire, the only coherent thought that passed through his mind was, WOW, until all thoughts faded and all he could feel, was Remus lips against his lips.
Remus pushed Harry's shirt off his shoulders so it was lying on the kitchen floor, and then proceeded to bite, and unknowingly mark him as his mate.
The passion filled kiss turned into a who lot more that night, and the whole house shook as both men climaxed then passed out.
What neither of them knew was that in their frenzied love making Remus had let the wolf in him surface for just a minute, but a minute was all the wolf needed to mark Harry as his other life time mate.
(A/N: I was never really any good at sex scenes so all who read this will just have to imagine what happened and I'm pretty sure some of the older readers will be able to imagine it perfect()
I do not own Harry Potter; I do not own any characters in this or any other fanfiction I have written. I' am doing this purely for the fun of it.
(A/N: thank you to all my reviewers you have given me the courage to carry on posting up chapters. Chapter 4 will be up in about 1-2 weeks as I' am still writing it out. Keep them Reviews coming and I will answer any questions you have(. For some reason FF.net wont let me add italics. Also Mpreg will be along in future chapters)
Chapter 3
Harry's plan of not spending time with Remus had been going for a whole two weeks, the only problem was that Harry's feelings didn't die instead they had increased so much that he could only be in a room with Remus for five minutes before his mind wandered onto dirty fantasy's.
With trying to stay away from Remus he found himself spending more time with his godfather, and he realized that he was also attracted to Sirius.
At first Harry was just baffled as to why he had grown affection for the two older men and put it down to the fact that he had not been on a date in a while, well not since he had destroyed Voldemort.
Then he came to realized that it wasn't just because he hadn't dated in fact he realized that these were his true feelings and he had always known they were there, since he first met them.
With all this going on in Harry's mind he failed to realize that Sirius and Remus had picked up on him avoiding them, they didn't know why but they were defiantly going to find out why.
As Harry sat down for Dinner on Thursday, he could feel the tension in the room, not saying anything he took his seat and they all eat in silence. After finishing his meal Harry made to leave the room, but was brought to a halt by Sirius saying.
"Harry we need to talk,"
Turning around Harry took his seat again and asked bluntly, "What?"
"Harry," began Sirius, "We know you've been avoiding us. Now I don't know why but I would defiantly like an explanation,"
"I don't know," mumbled Harry looking at the table cloth.
Sighing Remus put in, "Harry if you're unhappy here just say,"
Looking up sharply Harry replied, "I' am happy here,"
"Then why are you avoiding us?" questioned Sirius feeling as though this was going no where.
"Sorry I guess I just fell back in to an old routine," lied Harry
"Come again?" asked Remus.
"I mean," explained Harry, "that when I was at the Dursleys I was always forced to stay out the way when I wasn't needed. I guess after getting shot I just fell back into that routine."
Harry knew he was lying but he wasn't prepared to tell them about his dreams, fantasies and feelings. They'd probably throw me out faster than I could say 'quidditch', thought Harry.
"Harry, you are going to have force yourself to stay in a room with us, you do realize that you cant keep running from us. Just try to remember that in future," reminded Sirius.
Smiling that his lie had worked Harry replied, "I'll try to. So what is for desert?"
"Apple pie and whipped cream," anaswered Remus.
Those five words sent shivers down Harry's spine and immediately images of whipped cream, a bed, Remus, and Sirius filtered through his mind, causing a very distinct reaction in his neither region.
Harry wanted to bolt the room so badly when the other two men began eating, but what he had said earlier came rushing back to him, so he forced himself to sit in the chair. Damn! I'm going to have to sit here through this all evening, think unpleasant thoughts, thought Harry, conjuring up an image of Snape and Dumbledore, URGH! Snape and Dumbledore in a thong, well that killed that erection.
Harry finally made it through the whole evening thinking unpleasant thoughts, without bolting up to his room. By quarter past ten he was ordered to bed, (A/N Even when your eighteen parents can do this) by Sirius. Protesting that he wasn't a little kid any more he managed to stay up another fifteen minutes before Sirius and Remus literally pushed him out the room and up to bed.
Grumbling and complaining Harry climbed the stairs for the night, entering his bedroom he closed and locked his door then added a silencing charm that lasted for three, it needed to be re-cast, and he was having a tendency at the moment to shout out in his sleep.
Climbing into bed Harry waved his wand and he was plunged into darkness, closing his eyes he soon found himself in an extremely exotic dream.
***
Waking up Harry found his sheets tangled around him and sweat rolling off his forehead, his dreams had started out pleasant enough until he somehow woke up in the middle of the night and then after falling asleep again the dreams took a sinister turn.
He had dreamed off the final battle, Voldemort, Death Eaters and everyone that had died or got hurt.
There was Professors. Trelawney, Flitwick, Sinistra, and Victor they had all died defending the school from Death Eater. Then there was Charlie, Percy (Who had taken the dark mark), Hestia Jones, and Dedalus Diggle, who had all died at the ministry. Percy had been forced into taking the Dark Mark by Voldemort, in an effort to stay alive he had agreed and was all ready preparing to go confess to Dumbledore why he had done so. But Voldemort had taken to performing legilimens on his new recruits and he had found out Percy wasn't loyal to him so had killed him in cold blood, Percy didn't stand a chance. His corpse was sent to Dumbledore with a message that no one was to try to spy for him.
Half the student body of sixth and seventh year students had been killed by Death Eaters or personally by Voldemort, some of these students were, Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas, Ernie McMillan, Cho Change(before she left school), Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Parvati Patill, Padam Patill, and countless others.
The Order of the Phoenix got lucky in the war not losing too many members, but still many were injured and didn't escape unscathed.
Tonks now walked with a limp, she had taken several severing charms on her left leg, before taking a blasting curse which had broken both her legs, there was not much hope that she would walk again but a little determination and she had pulled through.
Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody was now only able to see out of his magical eye, he had been caught off guard by a Death Eater who had aimed a Crucio curse at his eyes. Unfortunately the damaged that had been done could not be un- done.
As all this was happening Harry had been casting his own curses, here, there, and everywhere and every battle they won Harry had took it upon his self to mourn for them, even if he had only just met them he would sit on the floor cry and send there soul onto the next journey with a quick prayer.
Squinting to his right Harry just about managed to make out the time, his clock read 6:30am, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep again he pulled himself out of his bed.
Rummaging through his draws and wardrobe he brought out clean jeans, a clean t-shirt, some clean boxes, and some clean socks. Heading for the shower Harry grabbed his wand and cast another silencing charm on the bathroom so the running water wouldn't wake up Remus and Sirius, turning the shower on he stepped in not even noticing that the water was freezing cold.
Stepping out of the shower half an hour later, Harry dried himself off quickly then got dressed and crept down to the kitchen; Harry knew that neither Remus nor Sirius would be up at this time, so he was shocked to see Remus sitting at the table sipping a cup of chocolate.
"Morning Harry," greeted Remus, as Harry sat across from him, "What are you doing up this early?"
"Bad night," answered Harry truthfully.
"How bad?" asked Remus cautiously.
It had always embarrassed Harry to wake up with tears in his eyes and he saw Remus or Sirius standing over him asking him if he was okay. Sometimes he would just say no and was pulled into a fatherly hug other times he wanted to just be left alone to sort it out himself.
"Bad enough," answered Harry, "That I saw everyone that's dead, die again, or everyone that got hurt, hurt again,"
"Harry none of that was your fault," soothed Remus.
Looking up Harry replied, "In a sense it is Remus, don't you see. Maybe if I hadn't taken the Triwizard cup Voldemort would never have been resurrected,"
"Harry, even if you didn't touch that cup, he would have used Cedrics blood instead," reasoned Remus.
"You're wrong," answered Harry shaking his head.
"Why am I?" asked Remus.
"Because he needed the blood of an enemy, who is to say that Cedric wouldn't have chosen the dark side," explained Harry, "So you see Cedric was a neutral he had no reason to be Voldemort's enemy,"
"Yes but saying that," countered Remus, "maybe the blood of any pureblooded wizard enemy or no, would of brought him back,"
"I know, I know," sighed Harry, "They're all 'what ifs' or 'maybes' or 'if I hadn't'. Nothing can change the past Remus; it just hurts to know that past."
Whilst Harry had said his last line Sirius had over heard and froze at Harry's words completely misunderstanding them. So he can't bear to know me, thought Sirius anger bubbling inside of him, fine then if he doesn't want to know me then he won't have to. With that thought Sirius ran back up to his and Remus' bedroom, leaving a note for Remus telling him not to worry. He packed a few clothes took his new broom, the Firebolt 5000(newest one on the market) and jumped out the window and flew off to the distance.
The kitchen lapsed into silence as Harry finished speaking, Remus didn't know what to say to comfort him. They had all seen so much horror, The Ministry of Magic being blown up, St Mungos half of that blown up. Muggle villages blown off the map of England, towns destroyed, cities left in tatters all the work of one mad wizard who had wanted nothing but a small bit of power
Some witches and wizards would step out of the ruins, if they were lucky to be alive, of their houses and ask, "Does Voldemort realize what he is doing?" so many people had started to believe that when Voldemort did realized what he was doing he would stop, but no such luck came and after time peoples beliefs died.
Trying to lighten the mood Remus asked, "So what you going to do today?"
"I don't know. Maybe I could visit the Boa constrictor that I set free and see if he is still at the zoo," answered Harry.
Remus snorted he and Sirius had heard numerous accounts of accidental magic Harry had caused before he knew he was a wizard, but the Boa Constrictor story had, had them laughing for days on end.
"Well I think I'll go see if Sirius is awake," commented Remus, heading out the kitchen.
Harry just nodded and went to make himself a drink of tea. Sitting down Harry let his mind wander, I never thought I'd be here, be in love with someone, and still be sane, thought Harry, it felt kind of good to tell someone how I felt. I felt it was-
"Harry, Sirius has gone," broke in Remus interrupting Harry's thoughts.
"Did he say why?" asked Harry.
"Harry," answered Remus, "Sirius didn't say anything, there's just a note,"
Rolling his eyes Harry replied, "Well what does it say?"
"It just says not to worry and Harry will understand," explained Remus.
"Understand?" asked Harry bewildered.
Shrugging Remus calmed down and answered, "I don't know Harry, maybe you should just carry on with your plans for the day,"
"Fine," sighed Harry, "Will you tell me if he sends an owl?" asked Harry.
"Of course," answered Remus.
"Thanks Rem," replied Harry.
Harry bounded out of the kitchen and on with the day, all memories of the war shoved into the back of his mind until another nightmare.
***
The rest of the day passed in a blur, with no word from Sirius. By the time tea time came around Remus was starting to get a little worried, so in an attempt to stop Remus worrying Harry decided to cook a dinner for him. (A/N Does that sounds too corny?)
All his years cooking for the Dursleys had finally paid off as Harry stood cooking a half shoulder of lamb in a red wine that he had found. He had also found several bottles of Ogden's old Firewhiskey, sneaking two bottles out he had poured two glasses of the stuff which now resided on the dinner table.
"Harry whatever you're cooking smells wonderful," praised Remus, striding into the kitchen.
Turning away from the cooker Harry replied, "Thank you. All those times cooking for the Dursleys paid off,"
"At least it isn't burnt like Sirius normally does," responded Remus lightly.
"Well dinner just needs dishing up," answered Harry turning back to the cooker, "If you go and sit down," ordered Harry.
Remus obliged and went and sat down at the dinner table. Harry came in five minutes later carrying two plates of steaming potatoes, carrots, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and wine coated lamb. Setting the plates down on the table Harry took his seat and made a hand jester to dig in.
"Hmmmm.... This is fantastic," praised Remus, again.
"Thanks," replied Harry.
They spent dinner, eating, talking, and drinking by the time they'd finished both men were more than a little merry, but Harry didn't stop re- filling the glasses. His idea was to try to make Remus as drunk as possible so he could get a kiss out of him and then hopefully Remus would forget.
What he hadn't counted on was his own drunken state, and he kept blurting out all his secrets which Remus (who was also just as drunk) just laughed at.
"I thunk I should go sit on arse," slurred Harry.
Standing up both Remus and Harry clung to each other as the whole room span, looking up Harry's emerald eyes met Remus' hazel ones.
Before they knew what they were doing their lips met in a passion filled hungry kiss.
Harry's whole body felt like it was on fire, the only coherent thought that passed through his mind was, WOW, until all thoughts faded and all he could feel, was Remus lips against his lips.
Remus pushed Harry's shirt off his shoulders so it was lying on the kitchen floor, and then proceeded to bite, and unknowingly mark him as his mate.
The passion filled kiss turned into a who lot more that night, and the whole house shook as both men climaxed then passed out.
What neither of them knew was that in their frenzied love making Remus had let the wolf in him surface for just a minute, but a minute was all the wolf needed to mark Harry as his other life time mate.
(A/N: I was never really any good at sex scenes so all who read this will just have to imagine what happened and I'm pretty sure some of the older readers will be able to imagine it perfect()