Chapter Three
Harry Potter
"I think it is best if you leave for now... Harry." The father wiped his face.
The boy flinched. Then he stood up, picked up his cap, and headed down the red carpet. Before he walked out the door, he turned around.
"I will see you again, tomorrow night."
The man stood there with an indecipherable look on his face. He felt an uneasy feeling from the boy, heavy and stirring in the back of his mind. Every word the boy said haunted the man's thoughts.
The next day, the boy did not show up for mass. Only five of the villagers attended the sacrament. Thursdays were one of those days in the village when everyone seemed busier than usual. This small english village inhabited almost a hundred people, each playing their own role in this insignificant spot on the map.
Mass ended with the man's half hearted dismissal and blessing. He watched the small group of people leave. But Molly Weasley had stayed behind.
Mrs. Weasley had walked next to the priest when she motioned the other wife to go on without her.
"Father, may I have a word with you?"
For a moment the man froze, thinking she knew what happened yesterday. But the woman showed no blame on her face, just a soft and worried look only a mother would have.
The man nodded and gestured her to sit down. The woman looked around and pressed her voice down to nearly a whisper when she began to speak.
"It's about Harry, Harry Potter... He moved here awhile ago, into his uncle's house. The Dursley's, I hope you know them."
"Yes, I see them on sundays for the lord's worship." Severus wondered why she was talking so quietly.
"Yes, good. So anyhow, I heard that Harry moved in because his parents had just died. By the way, the boy's mother is Mrs. Dursley's sister."
The woman took out a handkerchief from her purse and wiped her forehead.
"And lately that Vernon Dursley has been acting... rather violently. Petunia, his wife, stayed at our house last night. She was crying, saying Vernon had beat her and yelled at her. Thing is, Vernon never really seemed to like Petunia's family."
The man was silent and still, listening to the words of this mother of seven red haired children.
"Anyway, I was hoping he wouldn't do anything awful to Harry. The boy is only sixteen, that's Ron's age. Well, all I really wanted to say was, just watch out for Harry, for me, and Petunia." Then she smiled and left.
Severus waited, sitting his chair in front of the fireplace, fingering the green clover leaf in his hand. He was beginning to yawn when he heard a quiet knock on the door, sounding as if it wasn't meant to be heard. The man placed the clover leaf between the pages of the book on his lap, and walked to the door.
"Who is it?" He asked to make sure the visitor was the boy.
"Harry."
The man opened the door and let him in. At once he was beginning to feel slightly worried and excited. The boy glanced out the door, looking nervous. The man read his thoughts.
"No one comes by my house. Especially not in this hour."
The boy relaxed slightly, his expression still tense. Then he closed the door quietly behind him. The man could feel his penis harden.
"So, Harry, why... are you here?" Severus wasn't very sure what he should say.
Harry looked back at him with a longing and fearful expression.
"Father..." The boy reached out his hand for the man's face. Severus noticed his hand was slightly trembling when the boy's fingers brushed against his cheeks. The guilt that was hiding in the back of his mind resurfaced.
"Don't... don't call me father."
The boy fell to his knees. Severus thought he saw tears on the boy's cheeks. But he couldn't see clearly, for the fireplace was too far away, and the pale moonlight from outside the window was too faint.
The boy slowly began to undo the man's pants.
"What... what are you doing?" The man gasped as the boy fingered the erection underneath his loose pants. Harry undid the belt and tugged his pants down a little.
"Please, don't..." The man said out of his surfacing guilt. The boy licked his penis, sucking lightly at the tip.
"But it feels so good, doesn't it?"