Coffee and Fishnets
Premise: Harry reminisces about past loves/flings and eventually meets a new one he wasn't expecting to have while he tries to repress horrifying memories...
Warning: Slash-slash-slashity-slash-slash-slash!
Rating: R...at least for language at this moment in time...it will get better later...I promise...
Authors Note: This is my first slash-fanfic...I have done other male/male stories before but not a fanfic so please, no hatin'...other wise I would cry...a lot...It is a DM/HP pairing...and mentions of RL/SB pairing...and HP with other characters...just read it and see! Please?
Timeline: after graduation...about by three years...
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and never said they were...they are the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowlings'.... she's rich...I'm not...get over it...
Chapter 2 Brave New World
The next week of school wasn't very eventful, mostly just looking up stuff for Remus and trying not to get too annoyed with the children. Nothing really happened until midday on Thursday during their free period when Remus seemed especially depressed for the time of month it was. He always seemed to get really depressed around the full moon but that wasn't for another two weeks.
"May I ask what's bothering you, Prof. Lupin?"
"You."
"Me? Well what ever it is I'll try to stop it."
"No, it's nothing you are doing, it's just...you're a painful reminder of your father."
"Yes, I get that quite a lot from you."
He just looked at me and smiled, usually meaning something more than just a smile.
"I have a question, if it isn't too bold to ask it, Prof. Lupin."
"Sure, go right ahead, Harry."
"Did you have a relationship with my father like you did with Sirius?
He smiled a very sad smile and let out a heavy sigh before he answered my question. "No, I didn't, Harry. Heh, it was because of your father that I ended up having a more intimate relationship with Sirius."
"How? Wha...I mean, why did he cause you to..."
"Your father and I had become friends much in the same way you and Ron did with Hermione. Him and Sirius had ignored me because I was such a "do-gooder" but when they found out that I was smart and actually did my homework, unlike them, they befriended me. Little did they know that I had been watching them and envying them and what they had. They had each other and James would never get close to anyone besides Sirius, well, that was until your mother came along. She was probably the best thing that happened to James."
"Why?"
"She basically told your father to straighten up or she was gone. Very emotional time for your father."
"Why? What happened?"
"Well, first he finds out that your mother was pregnant and then his parents were killed in an attack by, ahem, Voldemort."
After Harry had defeated him in his final year at Hogworts, more and more people were becoming comfortable saying, ahem, Voldemort's name.
"So Voldemort killed his parents too?"
"Well, we don't know if it was Voldemort or a bunch of Death Eaters that actually did it."
"Oh." This brought Harry's normal indifferent mood to a more solemn one. So him and his father had more in common than he originally thought.
"Oh, don't worry Harry. It's all over now. You couldn't have changed any of it."
"Yes, I know but it is still sad to think about it."
"Yes it is, but don't worry, V-Voldemort is now dead and can't ruin any more lives."
"If he only knew," Harry thought.
"Ah, well," Lupin said, "Harry, would you go down to the library and get, 'Mythical Creatures and How to Stay Away From them,' for me please? I seem to have left mine at home again.
"Yes Professor."
Harry left the room and slowly made the all too familiar trip to the library. Harry's thoughts dawdled on the conversations he just had with his confidant. Voldemort didn't have to be alive to be a bother to him. His dreams kept getting worse as he was trying to get rid of memories of that terrible night. The memories of people ding, being tortured, everything even slightly unpleasant Harry had witnessed that night.
"You're not the one who has to relive that every night." He quietly mumbled to himself.
"What was that, young man?" replied a portrait of an elderly wizard on the wall who looks as if he had just been dozing.
"Oh, nothing, Sir. Just go back to your nap."
"Brilliant idea son!" and the portly wizard quickly fell back asleep.
The rest of the week was uneventful but since there was only one more day left of the week, it was quite understandable. When classes ended on Friday it was all Harry could do to run out of the classroom when the final tone for the day sounded. He helped cleaning up the disaster of the trinkels, small little dog like creatures with wings. Unfortunately these trinkels weren't house broken.
After about an hour of cleaning, a quick goodbye to Lupin and Harry hightailed it out of there. Harry got to Hogsmead then apperated his butt home. He needed to change into his clubbing clothes before he could go anywhere. A nice tight black shirt with dark green pants to match the color of his eyes and off to the clubs he shall go.