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Per Solum Lacuna: By Words Alone
Chapter 6: Something Beautiful

If you can't wake up in the morning
Cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can't control it, try as you might
May you find that love that won't leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way
Robbie Williams

An average person would have looked out of the window and seen a typical neighbourhood street, complete with children running in the still falling snow, sun filtering through the flakes and parents reminding children not to stay out too long in the cold. Harry, however, had long learned that he was no average person and therefore, he could hardly be expected to see the average scene.

Looking out of the window into the quaint wizarding village, he saw young wizarding children running about in the fresh snowfalls they had just created. He saw the aura of the harsh sunlight as it filtered through the flakes. He saw parents, no doubt refreshing the warming charms on their active offspring. Though this might have been the average scene for the average wizard, Harry saw more. He spotted the unknown witch in the maroon robes as she made her way across the street. He recognised the pending threat from a formation of three brooms hazing in the middle distance. He saw the grimace of pain on the face of a neighbour as she went into labour and reached for the floo powder to call her husband. Yes, with eleven years of experience, Harry Potter saw it all.

With a wave of his wand and a few muttered words, the illusion disappeared and the Ministry classroom dissolved back into reality. Harry turned to observe the reactions from his small class. "So you see, you have to be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. Now, watching as a woman waits to give birth is hardly the reason you're in training, but it's important to notice details. Of course, some of these details are not important at all. Some are totally irrelevant, but some of those same seemingly unimportant things might just solve the problem. Some might actually become important if circumstances change."

As his keen eyes scanned the room, he saw that understanding was beginning to fade in. It was interesting to watch the proverbial light bulb go off for some of his students. "Jasmine, tell me what you think the unimportant details might have been in that scene."

Jasmine, the young witch, cleared her throat and sat the tiniest bit straighter in her seat. With her full brown hair and studious personality, she reminded Harry more than a little of Hermione. "Well, sir, I suppose that if you were observing with the intent of finding Dark Wizards, then the least important piece of information would be the aura of the sunlight. The rest of it has some potential for importance, and none of it should be dismissed."

Harry nodded, silently amazed that the girl had made a connection that even he hadn't caught at first. "Exactly. You may think the familiar neighbourhood families are automatically inconsequential, but you have no way of knowing they aren't planted there by your enemy, under a glamour charm or polyjuice potions, or something else. Now, Byron, can you name one of the details that has important potential?"

"Ummm, er, uh, the witch?" He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, blatantly obvious about his embarrassment at being put on the spot. Harry seemed to remember seeing the boy do that same thing during his sorting many years ago. As Harry continued his class discussion, one part of his mind was focused on the fact that it still seemed very strange to be teaching students that he went to school with so close to his own age. It had taken some getting used to.

It had been a successful class, and Harry was pleased with the student's progress, but it had still been tiring. By the time classes ended, Harry was looking forward to spending a quiet evening at home with Oliver. He'd gotten an owl from Oliver joyfully announcing a full week off from practice. Seemed their team captain wanted everyone to fully relax and de-stress before they dove back into their gruelling practice schedule. Puddlemere had a few tough games coming up in the next couple of months, and needed to be on their best form if they wanted to ensure victories against both the Holyhead Harpies and the Wimbourne Wasps.

Stopping on the way home, Harry picked up some take out from the new Thai restaurant just down the street from his flat, a Muggle DVD and a bottle of wine. He sighed as he regretted Oliver's disinterest in wine, and chose some fancy imported beer as a little surprise. A bit of juggling and a very discreet shrinking charm allowed him a relatively burden-free walk back to the flat. He buttoned his coat securely and breathed the icy winter air deeply as he walked along the quiet Muggle streets, lost in memories.

Harry couldn't believe it had been just over a week since their whirlwind trip to Italy. He and Oliver had spent a wonderfully romantic and secluded New Year's Eve at a wizard resort in the heart of Venice. They had begun their visit in the early evening with a vaporetta ride down the Grand Canal, gazing at Venice's gorgeous palaces; their reflections mirrored in the waters of the city's main "street." Afterwards, they enjoyed a delicious meal at Antico Martini, just down from the famous burned theatre, La Fenice. Harry found the Lobster Margharite to be absolutely heavenly, while Oliver dove into his plate of Veal Piccata. They both agreed the Tiramisu was the best they'd ever had.

A long night making love and catching up prompted them to sleep late on January first, but they did manage to spend the afternoon exploring nearby Piazza San Marco, viewing the divine masterpieces at the Accademia Gallery, and visiting the workshop of a master Venetian glass blower. Eventually, they were forced to pack up and Disapparate. Oliver's team meeting was scheduled for late that evening and they had both been expected at work early the next day.

As he entered the flat and sighed at the beautiful memories of their night in Italy, he tried to stay optimistic about the week they would have ahead of them. He would still have to work a few days, but he was looking forward to long days and longer nights of just enjoying himself with his boyfriend. He'd been thinking about the whole 'love' issue and was trying to work out his feelings on it. Oh – Ollie hadn't mentioned it, not since before Yule, but Harry couldn't help thinking about it. Especially with the diary conversations with Luc, he was finding himself becoming quite introspective as of late.

Harry quickly set about his routine 'straightening-up' and put their dinner in the kitchen anticipating Ollie's arrival. He wanted to enjoy the evening, casual and not pressured, and contemplate this 'love' thing while Oliver was there. Harry couldn't help thinking that it was much easier to determine how you feel about a person when he or she is actually in your presence. He glanced about the flat once again to verify that everything was in order, and then all but ran to the shower, determined to have everything perfect for Oliver's return.

Oliver Apparated into the apartment and immediately heard the running water coming from the bathroom. A quick glance around showed him that Harry had straightened up and there was food in the kitchen being kept fresh with a warming charm. The aromas from the Asian food whet his appetite, in more ways than one. He smiled at the obvious touches from the Boy Who Lived. He'd gotten used to Harry's little quirks and thought it cute that Harry insisted on their home maintaining a certain level of order right down to the placement of the sofa cushions. It wasn't that Oliver was a slob; it just seemed that Harry's level of tidiness verged on the obsessive. Still, Oliver wouldn't change it for anything.

He realised that the still-running water meant that Harry was showering. He cocked an eyebrow as a wickedly delicious opportunity presented itself, and he saw the chance for a most enjoyable homecoming. He quickly put his bag in the bedroom and stripped on the way to the bathroom door. Pausing just outside the door, he decided that a surprise approach would be rather fun. He Apparated directly into the shower, which startled Harry to the point of nearly falling over.

"Merlin's bunny slippers, Oliver! When did you get home? And are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?"

"If only Voldemort had thought to Apparate into your shower, he might have actually had a chance of getting to you." Oliver murmured as he gathered Harry into his arms. "But trust me; I have other, more effective ways of affecting your heart rate." He proceeded to block any response Harry might have had, though judging from the moans, Harry had little argument against Oliver's kisses.

The "welcome home kiss" progressed slowly, as they unhurriedly washed each other, exploring lovers' bodies, reacquainting themselves with the individual erogenous zones they had discovered on each other over the months. Only when they had caressed, soaped, rinsed, kissed, tasted and soothed every part of each other's bodies, did they continue further.

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Once sated, Harry quickly turned to catch the look on Ollie's face. It was something he'd noticed early in their relationship, this particular expression of utter bliss which showed Harry how special he was to Ollie. He'd begun to think of it as proof that he was loved.

The next two days were heavenly. Harry had managed to adjust his work schedule and was able to spend both days with Oliver. The two of them spent an inordinate amount of time indoors. They watched movies, ate take-away food, made love and slept very late. When Harry suggested they go flying, just for a change, Oliver mentioned that he didn't want to ride any broomsticks on his week off.

"What, not even mine?" Harry suggested wickedly after a rather relaxing, but lazy day. Harry reciprocated Oliver's earlier attentions with his own that afternoon, and discovered that he was indeed a very lucky man.

Oliver had always been amused by Harry's obsession with Muggle movies and television. Despite being a pureblood wizard, Oliver and his brothers were brought up with a very progressive view towards Muggles, and they had occasionally gone to the movies and shopped in the heart of Edinburgh. He would never begrudge Harry this childish and somewhat amusing obsession. After all, his life until after the war had been far too serious for one so young. Wherever possible, Oliver would tease Harry about his obvious like for certain Muggle actors. Not that Oliver was immune to the charms of some of the big screen stars.

They had a playful discussion over who was more attractive, Matt Damon in Bourne Identity or Tom Cruise in Minority Report. Oliver stood by his opinion that Tom Cruise was the sexiest, and Harry was adamant in his preference for Matt Damon. This, of course, led them to further discussion of other attractive celebrities and eventually, Harry pulled out the new DVD's he'd received in the mail before Yule.

"Just wait, this guy is gorgeous!" He smiled flirtatiously as he dropped the DVD into the drawer of the player. "He's a vampire, though, no soul. Of course, vampires are cold-blooded killers and he's a right git as well. But there's just something about him… I dunno – I get the feeling he could be good if he wanted to be." Harry moved back to the sofa to curl up with his head on Ollie's shoulder.

"So this is what you do while I'm gone? Sit here and drool over git vampires?" The comfortable teasing was familiar to them both. Their relationship had started over a discussion of other classmates they had found attractive. After Harry'd had enough to drink he finally added Oliver to his list which prompted Oliver to make the move he'd been contemplating all night.

"Well, of course. What else would I do with my time?" Harry smiled back. "Of course, they've already filmed a few more seasons of Buffy, but since I didn't catch them the first time 'round, I'm just waiting for the DVD releases, so I don't know what'll happen to him."

"Buffy?" The disbelief in Oliver's voice was quite evident. "We're about to watch something about a guy named Buffy?"

This, of course, was greeted with much laughter. "No, you prat! We're about to watch something about a girl name Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. Spike is the guy I was talking about. They fight. There was one episode where Spike was fighting with Angel – he's a vampire too, but a good one – and man those were some hot scenes!"

Oliver cast a sideways glance at Harry, intrigued by Harry's interest in fight scenes. Before he could say anything, the show started and he found himself caught up in the story of this young, seemingly average girl who fought demons of all sorts and the group of friends who stood by her through it all, researching, helping her prepare, offering support, and pretending that it was perfectly normal for the fate of their world to be in her hands. He wondered if Harry had ever noticed the similarities between Buffy and himself.

After much cajoling and a few false starts, Harry had managed to drag Oliver to the winery in Kent. Oliver had promised he would go with him months before, but with changed schedules, the trip was often postponed. Of course, the inner Slytherin in Harry had backed the Scotsman into a corner, and he could not get out of the trip this time. Oliver had promised Harry 'anything' that morning as they made love, and Harry had called him on it not long after Oliver had sated his lust.

At first Oliver had grumbled, but with the weather turning foul, he was more than happy to take in the warmth provided by the enclosed cellars and hearty fireplace in the main manor house. They Apparated to the vineyard, just south of Royal Tunbridge Wells, and were immediately surrounded by the cosy and inviting atmosphere.

The winery was well known in Muggle circles, but had been run for centuries by Wizards. A few well placed charms had always ensured that the grapes used were of peak quality, and that frost never affected them. Harry smiled as he saw Oliver at least making an effort to be interested in the wines as they were tasted. The Scotsman begrudgingly admitted a liking for a full-bodied and very sweet Muscatel.

The wines had been most tasteful, the cheeses even more appealing. Oliver had not expected the wonderful home cooked lunch that had been included in the tour, and the hearty casserole and freshly baked breads had been truly appreciated.

Harry's day had been soured somewhat. He had hoped that not too many others would brave the weather to visit on this day, but his hopes had been dashed. A number of other wizards had obviously had the same idea as Harry, and had joined them on the tour. The lure of the warmth and good wine had obviously brought all types of people to a place like this.

One young fellow had spotted Oliver, and was obviously a fan. Harry had not failed to notice the guy's flirtatious advances towards Oliver, but the Scotsman seemed oblivious. He knew how to handle his legion of fans, and this fellow was just another one to add to the list. Oliver smiled and chatted briefly to the young brunette, but Harry didn't think he could miss the fan's overt advances.

A twinge of jealousy struck, and he swept over, donning a rather possessive hand on his lover's shoulder, innocently looking at the not unattractive young man. The large hazel eyes widened as he recognised Harry, and he stumbled off quickly after realizing that Oliver was apparently taken – by none other than the Boy Who Lived. Oliver had appeared oblivious to the whole exchange – he was just another fan who had come gushing up to his favourite player.

Harry was surprised at his possessiveness. Seeing the young guy flirting with Oliver was more than upsetting. He thought little more of it after Oliver turned his attention back to him, and the fan had moved on. He did notice, however, that the flirter kept his distance for the rest of the day.

Harry had enjoyed the tour, and the process of how wizards produce his favourite drop was eye opening. He had been lingering long over his choices in the bottle shop, when he saw the young fan once again approach Oliver. He noticed that his lover seemed a little uncomfortable around the guy, turning his head to look at Harry. He must have realised the guy was coming on to him, and was feeling uncomfortable. Harry smiled back, and Oliver seemed glad. He watched as Oliver eventually signed an autograph, and scurried over to Harry's side.

"Er, we going soon?" Oliver pulled at his collar. Indeed, the flirting fan had made him uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I just want to have a look for a few more bottles. Won't be long." He had the sudden urge to kiss Oliver, and did so, boldly. Both men grinned. "I promise."

Harry eventually ordered two dozen bottles of the 'Curious Grape' label – a mix of reds and whites, but he did admit he had a penchant for some fine Rosés. He had spotted a number of other, rarer labels on the shelves in the bottle shop.

As he held a bottle of French rosé in his hand, he suddenly thought of Luc, and realised he had not checked his journal in a while. He felt guilty about not having checked to see if his pen-pal had written, but he shrugged off his guilt, knowing he would return to it when Oliver was away again, and he had more time.

It had been another long day at the office when Harry decided to Apparate directly to the flat, rather than take his usual stroll through the neighbourhood. He sighed in relief the moment he arrived in his familiar living room. Kicking off his shoes in an uncharacteristic moment of messiness, he padded into the kitchen for a glass of wine and found a note on the counter.

Harry, Gone to visit Mum and Dad, then Sean and Douglas are planning to take me out tonight. I don't know how late I'll be – you know how they are. See you in the morning, though. Yours, Ollie

Harry smiled. He did indeed know how Ollie's older brothers got when they took him out on the town. Pleased that Ollie was catching up with family and that he'd thought to leave a note, Harry rummaged through the kitchen in search of something to snack on. Finally, he headed back into the living room with a plate of apple slices, cheese and a few chunks of the French bread he'd picked up at the market yesterday. He'd opened the French Rosé from his trip down to Kent and poured himself a glass. He'd realised once again that afternoon that he hadn't checked the journal in quite some time. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling that he was neglecting his friendship with Luc, so he was planning to take advantage of his evening alone to see if Luc had written anything and to fill his new friend in on the recent events of his life.

He turned on some classical music, set his plate and glass on the desk and made himself comfortable in the desk chair by conjuring a small ottoman for his feet. As suspected, Luc had written, on New Year's Eve no less. Harry felt another small pang of guilt for having enjoyed himself with Ollie in Italy while Luc was obviously alone and feeling down. After reading the events of Luc's week and considering that it had been nearly a fortnight since this entry, he found himself worrying about his new friend and quickly reached for his quill.

January 13, 2003 Luc, I'm ever so incredibly sorry about taking so long to reply. I'd spent a couple of days in Italy and have just been so busy since my return that I hadn't even looked at my desk. I do hope things are going better for you since that entry and that you've been doing all right.

He paused just a moment, considering exactly where to start in his response. He supposed the beginning of Luc's entry would be the best option.

For starters, don't worry about me denying what I wrote in here at first. I've still got it in mind and think I've come to some conclusions, but I'll save that for later. As for you, I'm so sorry about the bad experiences you've had. I think the first thing to address is your reaction to 'dumping' Devon. You're way too hard on yourself. The notion that it would be worse if you waited a few months is absolutely right. At this point, Devon will remember it as a fling that ended too soon, rather than a chunk of his life wasted and ruined by a heartless bastard. You did the right thing, most definitely! As for that witch, well, at least you discovered that witches aren't worth the effort. Don't let that two Knut slapper get you down. She's obviously got issues if she had been trying to seduce you since school. Still, you must have felt horrible, and I can't help but feel a little guilty that I suggested you go out and shag whoever crossed your path. Perhaps now you can concentrate your efforts on other things, and you know that you won't need to worry about any witches distracting you. Don't think yourself a cad for following your heart. That's all any of us can do in this life, really.

Harry paused again, pondering his response as he savoured a bite of cheese and apple then took a sip of his wine. He was amazed at the fact that picking up wine directly from the winery allowed for a less cork-y taste. The flavour was full and pure; pure grapes and oak and berries. Delicious. He took another sip of his wine, then carefully set the glass back on the desk and picked up his quill again. Much to his surprise, there was a response appearing before his eyes.

Dear Flash, Thank goodness you've paused! I've been sitting here waiting to say 'hello' since I caught the journal opening and you started writing... The quill has been poised, but you've just kept writing. Do you think this book has some sort of charm that makes you just want to write lots of words, especially when you don't really know where to start? I confess that I was starting to get a little worried about you. I was a bit of a wreck when I last wrote. I thought I might have scared you off.

Harry blinked a bit, and pondered this as he read. Luc was there! Really there right now writing in the partner journal. Harry couldn't help being somewhat startled by the unexpected response, though.

Oh - wow. Hi! No, you didn't scare me off at all, but this is a little startling. I wasn't expecting an immediate response! What would be scarier - watching as I write, or finding out that I had been lurking – watching as you wrote, but not bothering to respond? I think that would creep me out. Actually, I just happened to finish up a new batch of assigned work, which is bubbling away nicely, and just sat down to read the papers, when the journal sprung open... what else is a poor lonely Frenchman to do? Well, I'm glad you jumped in, but I'm sorry to hear that you're lonely. It's not really scary to watch you write, just a little strange, though I suppose it would be creepy to know you'd been watching all along. Yes, it does seem that I'm much wordier through the journal, glad to know I'm not the only one. So you are telling me you are actually a dribbling mute when you don't write in the journal? Shit! Sorry, that was cruel. No erase charm, remember? My mood has been rather harsh lately, and I seem to be taking it out on anyone and anything. At least the cat still loves me. Well, she seems to when it's feeding time anyway. I just can't seem to help myself. I'm still trying to get over what I did to Devon... So I've done the only natural thing. Thrown myself back into my studies. Just as well, this semester is rather heavy on the workload. At least I'll be up to date on my research, which is a positive.

Harry was somewhat taken aback by the sudden snarkiness in the journal. It seemed Luc was in a really foul mood if he were resorting to such cruelty. At least he corrected himself and apologised, though. Harry couldn't help the automatic connection his brain made when considering cruelty and potions that close together.

Does throwing yourself back into work always make you this cynical and sarcastic? You remind me of my old Potions master from school, and judging by the fact that your work is "bubbling away nicely" it sounds like you're working on potions yourself. It that a typical trait for your line of work? Oh, heavens and Morgana - I've done it again. Now there's something about my wordiness that changes around this journal. I tend to forget that there's supposed to be a filter between my brain and my mouth, or maybe the filter doesn't work when my output is written? I don't know; I doubt I'm making any sense now, but you really shouldn't be putting yourself down over Devon. I mean it, you did the right thing! I think you just described it perfectly. No filter in place. Again, I'm sorry. I'm trying very hard to be sociable and polite. I admit that I have not been pleasant company. Perhaps I should be introduced to your old Potions professor. About Devon... I know I had a bloody good reason to do it at the time. One minute, it felt like he was the perfect one for me, there was just something about him... something... right. Then I had to get this horrid desire to end it all... I can be a melodramatic prat when I want to be. I know I may have been a little spoilt as a child, and I usually got what I wanted when I put on a good enough performance. As for my cynicism and sarcasm? Well, I don't know about your school professor, but he sounds nothing like the one I had at school. He was proud of his work and did not suffer fools gladly. You were right about the bubbling away stuff. Potions is my major at l'institut, and I have no idea what I'll do after I graduate. Probably get into research. There are plenty of opportunities out there for a budding Potions master. If I ever manage to finish studying that is.

Harry had never given careers in the potions industry much thought. Although judging from the number of healing potions he had needed during the war, he guessed there would need to be hundreds of practitioners out there. He didn't think he would ever get over his own dislike for brewing. After all, he had been scarred for life by that old snarky git of a teacher. Harry bought all his potions at the apothecary, his old school cauldron filled with rolled up parchments in the corner of his desk. As he took a moment to read back over Luc's words, he couldn't help but notice the Frenchman was still focusing on Devon. He realised Luc was being way too hard on himself if he was still cut up over Devon.

Do you think maybe there was 'something' right about Devon, but it just wasn't enough? Sometimes I feel that way with Ollie. He's great and there are some things I love about him. He's got this certain upper-class, pureblood air to him, it's not snooty or anything, but it's nice, refined. And then there's his love of Quidditch. We played together in school and he's one of the few people I've ever met that loved it as much as I do. It gives him a rougher edge. I know those are not always compatible qualities within a person, but Ollie makes them work well and that's one of the things that I like about him. I just, sometimes, can't help but wonder if I'm supposed to be looking for something more. Sorry, enough about Ollie and me. If you know that you can be melodramatic and you think that's what you were doing with Devon, then just remind yourself that you won't do it again. You've got to forgive yourself for the way it was handled and accept the fact that it needed to happen. Then you can get on with those resolutions of yours. You asked for my help. Do you still want it? Do you really want me to keep you on task? I wasn't sure if you really would help... As I said, I might have scared you off, or you had abandoned me. But there I go again, being self centred. You have every right to talk about Ollie. After all, the world doesn't revolve around just me. I've realised that in the past couple of weeks. I must admit I'm feeling a little better for writing to you, and to know that you are actually 'there' at the other end of the magic of this journal... Yes, I do need someone to help me to get through my resolutions, so if the offer still stands, I would accept it gladly!

Harry smiled. He had not lost Luc's friendship, and he could see that the Frenchman was trying to help himself. It also felt good to know that he was also willing to listen to his own ramblings about Ollie.

I know what you mean about knowing - you suddenly seem to have become a real person, more real than you were when I was reading your completed entries. I suppose that seems odd, but it's the best way I can explain it. I must admit to feeling like I did abandon you - it's been nearly a fortnight since you last wrote! I felt terrible for you as I read what had happened to you after Yule. And yes, the offer still stands. I told you before - or at least I think I did - that I wanted to accept your offer of friendship and being a friend means being there to help when possible. Now, I can't promise the success of my 'help', but I'll do my best. I appreciate your willingness to let me talk about Ollie, as well, and I promise that if and when I have a need to talk about him, I will let you know. Excellent, although I'm sure you might regret that one day! So now I can live vicariously through your love life... How was Italy? Did you go with Ollie? Did you see any Italian Salaud (that's a bastard!) named Antonio? No waiters perhaps?... Tall, dark messy hair? Built like a Grecian God? Never mind… I don't particularly care about him any more. At least, I have no right to. Like I said, I've been throwing myself into work. I haven't been out much since I came back from the chateau, and you've now piqued my thirst for some news.

Harry laughed as he thought of Luc's ex boyfriend. Wouldn't it be funny if I had run into him? You never know, it's a small world after all.

Hmmm, I don't recall a waiter by that name, but I do believe the man who drove our gondola was named Antonio. Italy was beautiful! We spent New Year's Eve there and had a fabulous time. Ahhh, Venice then... I'm trying to plan something now for Ollie's birthday. It's coming up the end of the month and I want to do something special for him. Perhaps a nice dinner? I was thinking about that – maybe a surprise trip to Paris. I've never been there, but I hear it's very romantic. Can you recommend a good restaurant? The best. Joël Robuchon – that's the name of the restaurant as well as the chef and owner. It's widely known as one of the most beautiful in Paris, located in a turn-of-the-century townhouse. You'll need to make a reservation right away, though. Thanks! I will. I'm hoping for a quiet evening, romantic dinner, just the two of us, good wine, hot sex…

Harry paused, wondering if Luc really wanted to hear about his relationship with Ollie. He didn't want to overstep his bounds or be too focused on himself.

Are you really sure you want to live through me? Would it not be too...something... too painful or frustrating to hear about someone else's love life? Or are you a voyeur at heart? Hmmm, a voyeur? I have been known to watch... on occasion. You say you played Quidditch at school, with Ollie? You can't tell me you never 'watched' before – in the locker rooms I mean. I always found that to be an eye opening experience in my school days. Besides, your action is better than no action at all... I said I was giving up on love for myself. I never gave up on the whole idea of love for the rest of the world. It's out there. I just don't think it agrees with 'me' right now.

Harry smiled at this. It was good to know that Luc hadn't given up on love completely. It was also good to have the idea that Harry hadn't been alone in his twisted fantasies during school. He didn't think he would admit to the worst of his fantasies, but he did blush as he thought back on those days.

I can honestly say I never 'watched' while I was in school. I'm sure I 'thought' about it, but I never followed through. Why, was it the big pastime for your Quidditch team to sit around and watch each other in action? As for my current action - well, it's been bountiful and plentiful and many other 'fuls' in the past week or so, if you really want to know. I can see your grin from here, Flash. And I bet you blushed when you wrote that. The ink almost went red at this end. As for my Quidditch team... well, I played in my team nearly my whole school life. We were a fairly close knit group of guys and I guess the communal showers were a very 'fulfilling' place to be at times. That's all you'll get from me if you aren't going to elaborate on your bountiful, plentiful love life. My, my! How elaborate do you want me to be, Luc? And did the ink really look red? You're just yanking my chain about that, aren't you? You know, in my Quidditch days when I did think about watching other guys buggering, it was, much to my chagrin, usually involving the utter prat who played for my teams biggest rivals! Nope, not kidding about the ink, it really looks red. Although the light in here isn't the best. So you had one of those guys at your school too? We had one of those on the other school team. Right royal ponce... Guess you and I were both lucky not to be on the SAME team with 'that guy'. I suppose every school's got one. Question is - did you ever have fantasies about his sex life? That was torture, let me tell you, bloody torture! Thank Merlin I got over it quickly. What, you wanted the git to bugger you? Or just wanted to see him get his just desserts? I confess to not really thinking about the other ponce at school that way. At least not until we decided to spy on him and his team mates after a game, in the showers... I had never realised that despite his attitude, he had 'other' virtues I had never previously considered. They were… impressive, to say the least. I suppose I might have had a couple of 'thoughts' about him that way afterwards. Of course, he was such a git (still is last I heard), I would never have dreamed of carrying through. Ahhh, see at first I just wanted to see him being someone's little bitch, but then, like you, I caught a glimpse of this amazing body he was hiding under his robes and... well, like I said, I'm glad I got over it. I wonder if it's Quidditch that does it? I do remember that most of my team-mates were well built, including Ollie. Now there's a body, Just the right size in ALL the right places. Yes. There is something to be said for a Quidditch player. Perhaps that is my problem. I sort of stopped playing... the war and all, and now, well, I don't think I'd want to play again, not even if I was fit. But yes, the guys are pretty well buff. Someone's bitch huh? You sound like you've been watching some bad American Muggle er... visios disks or something. Devon sometimes talked like that. It was most enlightening. Visio disks - yes, something like that. I think you mean 'video tapes' but I usually watch DVD's anyway. I don't watch many about 'bitches' but I'll be honest and say I've seen a few of those... I don't profess to understand Muggle eklectronics. DVD's? I must be missing something. Are they those small boxes that the Muggles carry around and hold up to their ears all the time? I think you are talking about a 'mobile phone' – a communication device. You really don't know much about Muggles, do you? As for the videos, well, a guy's got to keep himself entertained when the boyfriend is away, right? You really should get someone to introduce you to the wonderful world of television sometime. It's well worth it! Well there are spells and things that usually do the trick for me when the boyfriend is out of town. No doubt I'll be making good use of them again in the coming months. Someone tried to explain the television to me once before, but I don't think I was listening. I honestly don't know why anyone would bother. Must get terribly boring. What do you get from that, that you can't get out of a good book? Although I have read a few Muggle authors. They have 'interesting' ideas about wizards. Yes! Exactly! So do the people who make television and movies! One of my favourite television series is about vampires, and there's a witch and a werewolf and a few demons popping up here and there. It's fabulous! And though the situations aren't valid by our standards, it's a nice escape and the characters are quite realistic otherwise. Vampires and witches and werewolves? Surely it isn't someone breaking the Statute of Secrecy? How do you find time to watch it? I understand you need to spend hours just sitting in front of some glass box. Besides, I had enough of those dark creatures in the war. I would rather some escapism. Lusty knights with big shiny swords, riding their faithful steeds, rescuing fair maidens and making all the squires swoon. Did I mention the big shiny swords? Anything like that on your DBD box thing? See, now I'm not being terribly articulate. I dribble when discussion turns to Muggle. Oh yes! There are plenty of things like that on the telly. It's quite simple to find one version or another of the legend of King Arthur, many other Renaissance stories, pirate stories, even Merlin's had movies made about him! And the amazing thing is the way they can make a place look like it's real! If you were to watch one of these things, you would see castles that look real, people wearing the clothing of the period, so many tiny details that they pay attention to, so that you really feel like you're there! Why, they've even made films of the Tolkien series! You HAVE read Tolkien, haven't you? And as for time, it's really no different than the hours you spend with a book... now is it? Well I'll take that under advisement. Are you sure nobody is selling out under the Statute Of Secrecy? You seem passionate about this television thing. Perhaps Ollie leaves you with too much time on your hands. You've already deduced that I study potions. Now I just realised that you still haven't mentioned a thing about what you do to earn your galleons. Who 'hasn't' read Tolkien? He was a wizard you know. I hear he went to Hogwarts. The elves tried to stop publication of the book – he was too close to the truth. But Gridelwald got in the way and the whole thing was forgotten. After that war, he went and got it published via the Muggles. Very clever wizard. Oh, I didn't know Tolkien was a wizard. That would explain a lot, wouldn't it? As for the Statute of Secrecy – it's hard to tell. Most of the magic related things I've seen are different enough from reality that it could easily be a Muggle's imagination. If there are wizards involved (which I wouldn't doubt) they do a good job of disguising it as fiction. And, about my job, well if I told you what I do to earn my galleons, I'd have to hunt you down and kill you...

Harry laughed as he wrote. He had a perverse desire to write "Oh, I kill Dark Lords, and save the wizarding world on occasion." But he didn't think Luc would react terribly well to knowing he was talking to the Boy Who Lived. Harry felt he could really be himself when talking to Luc, and that was a blessing.

Oh, well then you are either a History student, or you actually have a real job. Or is it a career? Sorry for being nosy - you don't have to answer my question, and if you don't want to tell me, I promise I won't ask again. It's just my perverse sense of curiosity at hand again. I'm shaking with laughter here Luc. A History student! No way! I doubt my scores in that subject would have allowed me entry to university. No, seriously, my job (it's definitely not a career, but I enjoy it) it's nothing special, just a relatively boring desk job for the Ministry. I've been thinking I might like to try teaching. With roughly a decade of extensive training including seven years in the war, I should be qualified to teach anything related to the dark arts. As for my obsession - I don't spend all that much time in front of the telly, but it is good, and you should try it... Well, I'd have to have eklectricity put on here, and there's little chance of that happening. Guess that would be the first requirement. Dark Arts you say? I would rather forget they ever existed. The war? Yeah, me too. I don't really enjoy working with them (who would?), I just gravitated to that line of work. Now - I suppose I just don't give them a second thought. Why don't you talk to any of your Muggleborn friends? They might be able to get you to see a television. Although I have no idea what shows you might get over on the continent… Merde…

Harry watched as a splatter of green ink followed the written curse. He waited a couple of minutes, but Luc did not write any more. As the moments ticked by, he had no response from his friend.

Luc?

He waited again. Still no reply.

I can only hope that whatever has taken you away from the journal so quickly is not life-threatening. I'll make sure to check back in a day or so to see if things are all right. Please write when you can.

Immediately after writing that last sentence, Harry lay the quill down and cocked his head to one side, pondering his concern. It occurred to him that his closing statements, especially the final sentence, had quite a familiar and distressed tone to them. He recognised that he felt rather distressed about Luc's sudden disappearance. It felt as strong as if he were worrying about Ron or Hermione, or even Oliver!

Harry was unsure about these feelings, hesitant to accept such strong concern for a near stranger. But he's not a stranger, Harry thought as he rose from the desk and went to the kitchen to refill his wine glass. He's my friend! He understands me and wants to listen to me and doesn't judge me. That's friendship. He smiled at this as he absent-mindedly waved the wine bottle under his nose. It was a habit of his to smell the wine as he prepared to pour a glass, even though most people poured it first before testing the aroma. The strong, rich bouquet filled his head momentarily, but not for long enough to cease the constant stream of consciousness regarding him and Luc and their budding friendship.

Harry was long asleep before Oliver returned home that evening. The last two days of Ollie's vacation were somewhat uneventful, consisting of Harry catching up at work whilst Ollie caught up with old friends. Harry was completely befuddled when he realised that he would be somewhat glad to have the flat to himself again.

It had begun to get uncomfortable in the flat with the tension from Harry's job and the various unspoken irritants from each of the men. By the time Ollie left for the Puddlemere grounds in Scarborough, North Yorkshire again, Harry felt uncomfortably glad to see him go. It had been too easy for Harry to get used to his private space, and the time to himself. He knew it wasn't something he wanted to always have – he did crave the other man's attentions, he just felt he needed some time to himself at this stage of his life. He didn't want to think about the Scotsman's reaction if he mentioned this, so he waited patiently until he had left.

Feeling just a little bit guilty for rushing Oliver out the door that Wednesday night, Harry rang the restaurant in Paris to make reservations for the 27th, and then checked the journal to see if Luc had written anything. He inwardly sighed in relief to see the elegant script in green ink that had been written after his last concerned words.

Hey, sorry Flash. I didn't mean to scare you. I was meaning to just be gone for a few seconds, but I had a bit of a disaster with a cauldron. I guess I wasn't concentrating. Cauldron's never blow up on me – not ever! Ah well, there's a first time for everything! I guess I could blame my ingredients – I never did trust the guy who sold me the Billywig stings. He claims they were fresh, but how he got fresh ones through customs from Australia, I'll never know. Ah, now I'm boring you with 'shop' talk. Suffice to say your company was so engrossing, I blew up a cauldron. Took me ages to clean up the mess (it was too volatile to clean with magic – had to do it the hard way), and now, when I finally get the goop off the walls, and off my clothes, and off the cat, well, I find you've gone. I hope all goes well for Ollie's birthday and I'm looking for a report. This time with 'Details'. Remember, I'm living vicariously through you! Au Revoir, Luc

He was pleased to see that all was well with Luc, and a little surprised to note just how relieved he felt. Deciding that he would wait a while before writing again, he carefully placed the journal on the hutch over the desk, so it wouldn't get covered up and forgotten again.

The rest of Harry's week was fairly mundane, but a niggling sense of impending… something… was making him anxious about a number of areas in his life.

He needed to put the finishing touches on Ollie's birthday surprise, not to mention pick out a gift! A sense of restlessness had overcome him at work, and he wondered just how much longer he would find his job satisfying. Thoughts of his future often crept into his consciousness as he did his paperwork. He thought about Luc's mention of a career. Was this a career? Harry could not see himself doing this in five years' time. The only part of his job he truly had no qualms about was his teaching, but that was only a small portion of his duties.

Harry had been surprised by a memo that flew into his in-tray, requesting his presence at the Ministry headquarters, in London, the following Friday. The reason for the trip eluded him, as no indication was given in the memo, but it had been signed by the head of his department, so it wasn't as if it were an optional request. His curiosity was piqued by this, but he barely gave it a second thought after filing it away. Still, Harry couldn't quite shake the feeling there was something important happening right in front of him, and he was seriously in danger of missing out on it completely.

With one quick look around the flat and one more mental check of his packed belongings, Harry finally felt certain that he was ready. Before he could second guess himself again, he Apparated to the broken-down red telephone box that served as the entrance to the London offices of the Ministry. He always felt uncomfortable coming to this office, dredging up bad memories of that fateful night in fifth year. Taking a deep breath, Harry reached toward the telephone and dialled 6-2-4-4-2, then went through the familiar motions of announcing his name and purpose to the Welcome Witch, and waiting for the silver badge which would allow him clearance.

Once inside the Atrium, Harry scurried past the Fountain of Magical Brethren and went directly to the far end of the Atrium and stopped at Eric Munch's desk to have his wand checked.

"Wand," came the bored voice. Eric held out his hand without bothering to look up from his issue of The Quibbler. Harry dutifully laid his wand in Eric's hand; watched as he dropped it onto the brass dish and waited for the paper slip to emerge from the base. "Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core, been in use eleven years…" his voice trailed off as he slowly looked up. The recognition was immediate and Harry found himself quite shocked that this man had memorised the specifications of his wand. "Ah yes, Mr Potter, you know the routine. Have a nice visit!"

"Thank you," Harry said feeling more than a little uncomfortable now. He still had no idea why he had been asked to meet with the Minister, but turned and obediently followed the corridor to the golden grilles in front of the lift that would take him up to level one.

Finally standing in front of the Minister's office, Harry took a deep breath, not particularly looking forward to this meeting with Fudge. Might as well get it over with, he thought. He glanced once more down the corridor, taking in the non-descript carpeting and the row of identical doors. It's like they designed this place to attack the nerves. He turned back to the door with the small gold plate that read "Minister of Magic" and noticed that there was a mark just above it, as if there had once been another plate there. With a mental shrug, Harry raised his hand and knocked.

Having thought about this trip for a full week, and doing his best to quell any nervous feelings, Harry thought he was ready for anything to happen once that door was opened by Cornelius Fudge. The trouble, then, was that Cornelius Fudge was nowhere near the door as it was opened. Instead, Harry found himself faced with a sea of red-heads and smiling freckled faces. "Ron?" He looked questioningly at his best friend, then scanned the room again to finally notice that Mr Weasley was sitting behind the desk which now proudly displayed his nameplate and the title of Minister of Magic.

The nameplate on the desk, the missing nameplate on the door, it finally sunk in and Harry broke into a wide grin. "Congratulations, Mr Weasley!"

The entire Weasley clan was there – even Bill and Charlie. It was amongst the hugs and warm greetings from everyone that Harry realised the ruse they had used to bring him to the Ministry, and the grin on his face widened as he relaxed. As he made his round of greetings, he couldn't help but notice the sly wink Charlie directed his way. He tried not to blush, but quickly turned his gaze back to Percy. He immediately became ever so interested in Percy's story about his and Penelope's daughter, and was avidly avoiding staring at Charlie.

"Harry! How's it going?" Harry turned and his heart literally skipped a beat as he confirmed that the rich, dark tones did indeed belong to Charlie Weasley.

"Charlie! Haven't seen you in years!" Harry's voice was shaky. Standing before him was the one man who had been Harry's first crush – well, first male crush. Seeing Ron's older brother – older and even more stunningly handsome brother, sent a chill down his spine right to his groin. He was stunned by the violence of his reaction. He thought he was well over that crush. Seeing the tanned and well toned dragon tamer for the first time in three years, Harry felt like the giddy schoolboy he had been the last time they were in such close proximity.

"Don't worry Harry, you weren't the only one tricked today – They pulled the same ruse on me to get me home. I couldn't work out why the illustrious Minister wanted an audience with me – I've spent the last week working on our ruddy budgets for the dragon reserve, thinking that they were going to pull our funding. I suppose I can forgive them for that… I mean, it's not every day that your Father becomes Minister, now is it?" Charlie was beaming with pride at his Dad, but Harry barely heard a word; he was too busy chastising himself for acting like a bloody kid. Why was he checking out Charlie, when he was madly in love with Oliver?

Harry managed to hold a decent conversation with Charlie, but only after several deep breaths and the distraction of the new Minister helped him to overcome his swoon, and bring him back to his senses.

Arthur had been sworn in as Minister that morning, and Harry had been invited; not only to celebrate with his 'family', but they had wanted him there for the official family photographs. For once, Harry didn't mind having his photograph taken.

When Charlie shook his hand in farewell after their celebrations, Harry found an odd thrill ripple through him as the dragon tamer's hand lingered overlong in their handshake, and his thumb rubbed over the back of his hand. The lascivious wink of Charlie's as he bid farewell left Harry in no doubt that Charlie had noticed he was being checked out, and was flattered by the attention. Ron had unfortunately spotted the exchange, and informed his brother in no uncertain terms that Harry was very much unavailable, as he was practically joined at the hip to Oliver Wood, and that Harry's taste ran to Keepers rather than Seekers. Charlie pouted his disappointment, and then clapped his brother on the back.

"Well then perhaps you're still in with a chance oh great Gryffindor Keeper!" Ron's eyes widened at his brother's teasing, and Harry laughed as the brothers jovially fought. Harry had not laughed so much in ages, and had thoroughly enjoyed the 'family' get-together. The Weasley's had always been good to him, and he was suddenly humbled that they thought to include him in such a precious family moment.

Catching up with the Weasleys offered Harry the relaxing afternoon he hadn't known he'd needed. Just sitting there in the midst of his second family, Harry felt unrecognised tension draining from his neck and shoulders. He would definitely need to make time to visit London more often, especially when Ollie was off in Scarborough. Despite needing some time alone, Harry hadn't realised just how lonely he'd gotten lately. He craved company with people who really understood and really cared. These thoughts led his mind back to the journal and he found himself regretting the decision to leave it behind. He wanted to tell Luc about these feelings.

It seemed like hours later when he was following the tribe of Weasleys through the Ministry and found himself in the Atrium once again. They were waiting while Arthur went to check in with an assistant when Harry heard his name called in a questioning tone. He turned and found himself face to face with the only remaining member of his father's circle of friends.

"Professor Lupin!" Harry couldn't help the smile that graced his face as he realised he hadn't really seen Lupin since early during the war efforts. Lupin had been travelling a great deal, doing work for the Order, trying to be as useful as possible between the full moons. After the war, the werewolf had been working with some of the clean up efforts on the continent and suggested they get together for lunch when he returned. They'd tried to keep in touch by owl post, but Lupin's schedule and Harry's determination to dive into his new job had thwarted many attempts at actually meeting in person. Thus, it had been nearly four years since he'd seen the werewolf. "How've you been? What brings you to the Ministry this fine day?"

"Oh I'm doing just fine Harry. I'm just here today for my annual registration of my status." The werewolf sighed. "Sometimes I wonder why they make us bother; after all, it's not like I'm suddenly not going to be a werewolf, although Severus has made considerable improvements on the Wolfsbane, which has made my life easier. The transformations are much easier, and less tiring." Harry was very pleased to see that his father's friend was looking so well. Despite this, Harry was a little taken aback by the almost predatory look in Remus' eyes as the older man looked him over.

"You're looking great, Professor." Harry genuinely meant it, and couldn't help but notice he was checking the werewolf out in return. Apart from the colour in his cheeks, the man looked well fed, and his robes were definitely new and hung perfectly from his lithe frame.

"Yes, well steady employment does have its advantages. How about you? What have you been up to? Lots of marauding mischief I hope." Harry could have sworn that Lupin was sniffing him out.

"I'm well. I've been quite busy, what with the clerk position at the ministry, unofficial Auror training and the bits of teaching they let me do." He decided he must be imagining things. There was simply no way Remus would be eyeing him up.

"Let you do?" Remus smiled. "Most times that phrase is used to describe something you wish you could do more of…"

"I enjoy the teaching. There's a satisfaction in it, makes me feel good when the students suddenly catch on, you know?" Feeling somewhat scrutinised, Harry began fidgeting, running his fingers through his longish hair, then jamming his hands deep in his pockets as was habit for him.

"Yes, I know. That's why I was pleased when the Headmaster asked me to return to my position at Hogwarts."

"Oh? I didn't know you'd gone back. Has it been that long since we owled each other?"

"I suppose so. I'm sorry about that, I should have made more effort to keep in touch with you, Harry." His eyes slipped to the floor as a sombre tone overtook his voice. "James and Sirius would both be disappointed in me."

"No! No, they wouldn't." Harry automatically reached out and placed a hand on the werewolf's arm, then became aware of the energy he felt through Remus' robes. That's two men in the space of an afternoon! Merlin, I must be more sexually frustrated than I thought. He couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty, particularly since he had made such grand plans for Oliver's birthday. Focusing on the issue at hand, Harry moved slightly closer to Remus, completely oblivious to the older man's heightened senses. "You mustn't say such things, Professor. Losing touch was my fault as much as anyone's."

"Harry," Remus smiled. "I must insist on two things. First, please call me Remus. You're neither my student, nor a child, so I see no need for such formalities." He paused, waiting for Harry's nod to show that this wish would be granted. "Second, I'll contact you within a week or two, and I want us to make arrangements to have lunch and catch up properly. You're still in Somerset?"

"Yes, I am. I'd like that…Remus." Harry blushed slightly at the familiarity of using his former professor's first name, and was blissfully unaware of the effect of that blush on said former professor.

"Good. Now, it looks as though your friends are waiting for you. I'll be in touch, Harry." He pulled Harry in for a quick hug before adding, "Take care of yourself."

"I will."

It had been a wonderful weekend for Harry - the best he'd had in a long time. Again he voiced his regret at not having his journal, as he really needed to sort out these feelings he'd had for two totally different wizards. Harry shook off his concern - it was probably the joy of seeing them again after so long that caused him to react in such a way.

Still, he was glad to finally settle into a quiet room at the Leaky Cauldron on Sunday evening. One blissful night to himself, and Harry could look forward to his celebratory plans for his boyfriend's birthday. He wanted to get an early start in the morning to make the most of the time Ollie had available. As he reached for his nightclothes, Harry was surprised by the Walnut Whip that was hidden in the corner of his suitcase. Harry smiled.

It was a gesture Harry found touching, letting him know that Ollie was thinking of him. He'd often packed sweets for Ollie when practice schedules or games were keeping him away from home, but the idea that Ollie had not only returned the gesture, but sought out Harry's favourite Muggle sweet, warmed him inside even more than the tea he'd ordered from Tom.

Yes, he was a fool to think that some innocent flirting with a couple of older wizards was something to worry about. He smiled as he sat down and devoured the Walnut Whip, the cup of tea long forgotten. With Oliver, he truly had Something Beautiful, and right at this moment, he wouldn't change a thing.

TBC

Publish Date: (this chapter) 24-March-2004
Updated: 28-February-2005

Authors Notes: This chapter was initially going to be a good bit shorter, then suddenly it grew and was going to be another 2-3 thousand words longer, then it decided to be finished, so I sent it to the lovely Azhure for her excellent beta skills and any further suggestions or improvements she could come up with. It came back a thousand words longer! Suffice to say, there's been a good bit of work involved in this chapter, including an IM session to write their "real-time" conversation. Considering our 16 hours time difference, those IM sessions either start at 5:30 in the morning for her or run until 3:00 in the morning for me.

I do hope you've enjoyed this chapter – a full nc17 version is available at the Skyehawke archive under Azhure's profile.

Beta-Superb: Azhure – Thanks a million for your inspiration, help and eagle eye!

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