Dancing With Both Eyes Closed

By: warwithdarkness

Paring: HP/DM or DM/HP as a main pairing, others will most likely pop up later.

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings: slash, relationships between two males (of the sexual kind), violence, language, AU, angst, character death

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it.

Chapter Two

The Infamous Picture

That night Harry sat on the back porch so he could look up at the stars and think. The Montana sky was gorgeous at night. No clouds, no other lights to block out the shinning balls of gas millions of miles away.

Brian had put Sam to bed earlier and then retired for the night as well, rubbing his blurry eyes as he walked half-asleep down to the bedroom that he and Adam shared. Adam had given Harry one last smile before following his sleepy lover.

Leaning his head back he stared up at the sky with his one good eye and spread out his arms, letting the wind rustle his hair and clothes. For the first time in a long while Harry could feel the magic coursing through his veins and the steady pulse of his wand on the table beside him. When he had enlarged his tiny chest earlier, the flow of magic had been practically orgasmic in its pleasure.

Groaning, Harry dropped his arms and plopped into a boneless heap on the wooden patio. He wasn't particularly sure if he wanted to follow Brian's advice and go back to England. He hadn't been there in so long, who knew what kind of transformation the magical world had undertaken during its reconstruction after the war. He wasn't even sure if the original Hogwarts castle still stood. The last that Harry had heard about it was two days before Brian picked up his almost dead body from the field. It had been under attack by numerous groups affiliated with the Voldermort.

His mind went into overdrive, 'Wait! How did Snape know I was alive? I hadn't had any contact with any magical society since I left and I would have figured that they thought I was dead since they didn't find a body. No one knew who I was.' Harry rubbed his temples as he thought, the headache he had gotten earlier that day had yet to dissipate. 'Should I go? Something is definitely going on. But do I want to—"

"Harry? Go to sleep."

Startled out of his thoughts, Harry jumped to his feet. "Brian, I thought you went to bed." Brain stood a few feet behind him in a rumbled pair of green boxers and a shirt, his brown eyes still groggy with sleep.

"I was, but your magic kept spiking and I couldn't sleep properly." Brian said as he moved to sit on one of the steps that led off the porch and to the small pool.

"Sorry. I guess I need to re-teach myself how to control it, eh?" Harry grumbled as he dropped down beside the other man. They sat in comfortable silence as they watched the tall grass in the distance sway in the wind, lit only by the light of the stars and the moon.

Wrapping his arms around himself, Brian whispered, "You shouldn't worry about it, you know."

Harry's good eye swiveled around to look at him, "I always worry about everything."

Brian snorted. "It's a wonder you don't worry about the moon falling from the sky. You remember when we were building this place and Adam shot his foot with a nail gun," Harry nodded. "For two weeks after that you were worried that his foot would get infected and fall off. You kept babying him until he cursed you seven ways to Sunday." Brian chuckled to himself. "There was nothing wrong in the end and all your worrying and your fretting was wasted. You worked yourself into a knot and everything was going to be fine. Just like this."

Harry sighed, "You don't know that."

Brian grinned manically, "Yes, I do actually."

"No, you said that the future isn't set in stone. That what you see right now might not be how it ends up." Harry said.

The older man's face fell. "You don't understand, do you? The future is what you make it. This future, that I see right now, is different from what it was before I found you. Before it, the world was in chaos. The land that we are standing on right now was dead. Nothing would grow here—"

"Are you saying that I have had the much impact on the world that even this place was practically destroyed! To the world, I am dead—"

"It is your future actions would never have happened if you had died that day! It is what you do, starting at this moment, that will change everything! You could decide to stay in some secluded place and never face the real world again and those things that could have happened will not. All of those tiny things that you do shape the world around you." Brian took a deep breath, his face flushed, "Whether you decide to live on top of Mount Fiji, or you decide to return to England will shape the rest of this world's destiny. One person can change everything, kid. I changed it all the day that I took you home with me. You will change someone else's life, save someone else, change their thoughts and beliefs—do something—that will making our future the one where we ride off into the sunset. Don't give me that look, Harry James Potter! Every person has a role, whether you choose to fulfill it or not is up to you." Brian sighed and looked up at the stars. "I think that the road will not be easy, I'm sure, but if you do what you need to, this place and all the places like this will be awaiting your return." Suddenly, Brian smirked. "Though I doubt you will want to return afterwards."

Harry watched Brian in silence, slightly annoyed by the glint in the other's eyes. "I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Tell me what I need to do without really telling me anything at all." Harry murmured.

Brian laughed, his voice echoing across the empty plains.

"Don't you think you should write your professor first? I mean you don't know where he is. You said it yourself, you aren't really sure if the old Hogwarts castle is even around anymore." Adam inquired as he watched Harry bite into a flawless red apple. "I don't think you should go at all, anyway. They—"

"Stop it, Adam! Stop trying to control Harry's every moment. He needs to do what he needs to do, sweets." Brian reprimanded as he set a bowl of cereal in front of Sam who gobbled it up.

Adam huffed and said, "It doesn't mean that I have to like it. He's only been here for three days and he's already going away."

Harry smiled gently, "I promise this time that I will say good-bye," he took another bite of his apple, "And I promise to come back." The corner of Adam's lips twitched and the slight ache that had formed in Harry's stomach weakened by the sight.

"But couldn't you stay a little longer. Sam has just taken a liking to you, right Sammy?" Adam asked with grin. Sam beamed, milk coming out of his mouth and falling down his chin.

"YEAH! You can do more of those magic tricks!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Sam." Brian said as he passed by to hand Adam a piece of toast.

Swallowing the rest of his food, Sam asked, "You aren't taking Adam with you, are you?"

Confused, Harry asked, "Why?" He looked at Adam who was blushing slightly next to him.

"Adam keeps a picture of you on his night table—" Sam started but was interrupted by Adam who was shaking his hands.

"It was the only picture that I had of you when you disappeared. All of the other one's were destroyed when water flooded the basement a few years—" Adam input hastily.

"And your naked except for the sheet that's covering your—"

"SAM!" Brian scolded.

Harry dropped his apple in shock, his mouth opening and closing rapidly. "You have a picture of me naked?" he asked. "And your lover lets you keep beside the bed?"

"Well, it is a nice picture." Brian said thoughtfully, his eyes alighting in mischief.

Harry ignored the other man and turned to Adam, "Where did you get a picture like that?"

Adam blushed harder and looked away, "You fell asleep in the bathtub one night, so I carried you to bed. And, well, you were just so cute that I had to take a picture."

Not sure whether to be embarrassed or angry with the eldest man in the room, Harry said, "We are taking another one before I leave."

"Deal." Adam said quietly.

Harry closed his eyes, the silence of the night calming him from the hectic day of cleaning the stable and secretly putting wards around the property.

"Don't even think about it, Potter."

"Do not order me around, Snape! I am perfectly able to take care of myself."

"You do this, you little snot, and you might not survive and then where—"

"You're actually going to miss if I die, aren't you?"

"Hmph. I'd miss you like I miss Longbottom blowing up my classroom."

"You said it yourself, Snape, I might die but there is still a slim chance that I will survive… I'm not going to die. I will be back to pick up the pieces left behind."

"Even if you do live to see another day, who knows what effect his will have on your body and your magic! You could be amongst the living but you might not be the impudent, inconsiderate Harry Potter now. It could pervert your very—"

"I know this already, you bastard! How many times are you going to beat it into me? I know the risks and I am willing to take them. This might be the only chance—"

"Chance? You're jesting. The probability of you achieving this disaster that you call a plan is less than me getting up on this table and dancing to that nauseating music that you listen too!"

"Snape, I have to do this."

"You better not die, you ungrateful brat, I don't want Granger in a fit."

Taking a deep breath Harry blocked away the memory of one of his last conversations with his sarcastic and slightly annoying Potion's Professor. That had been two weeks before he almost lost his life. Two weeks before Hermione told him that she was pregnant with Ron's baby. Two weeks before he watched the thing that had ruined so many lives die before his very eyes.

Two weeks before he died and was reborn again.

Two days later, Harry stood outside of the house that he had helped build with all of his belongings in his pocket. He had decided against owling Snape thinking that it might not make it to him, or that the owl might be intercepted along its route to England. He didn't want his arrival to be on the front page of The Daily Prophet when he got there.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Harry waited patiently for the other three occupants of the house to come out. He loved this place just like he loved his place in Italy.

"Harry! CHEESE!" A blinding flash of light caught him off guard as the audible click of a camera filled his ears. Dazed, Harry blinked away the floating dots of color only to find himself staring at a grinning Brian.

"Don't do that. I only have one good eye left." Harry said, a slight smile coming onto his face.

"Hmph. That one was absolutely precious. You looked so serious and pensive that I couldn't resist taking it." Brian stated as he backed up and took a series of quick photos.

"Really, is this necessary? I said one, not a whole roll." Harry growled, turning away from the other man and running into Adam who was behind him.

"I don't think he wants to forget you." Adam said as he literally beamed down at him.

"Like I could ever do that!" Brian exclaimed as he hopped over to them. "Are you almost ready, Harry? The portkey should activate in about five minutes. You should land right smack in the alleyway a few yards from where the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron is on the Muggle side. If you don't arrive there, well…To bad. You have been practicing on containing your magic right? They will know who you are right away if you don't keep it in, you know? It will be like screaming, 'I'm the Harry Potter and I just wanted you all to know!' So be careful. They shouldn't be able to recognize you by just glancing at you but if you want," Brian handed him a vile of white liquid, "It's an illusion potion. It like Polyjuice but it's just an illusion that lies on top of the skin. I can't hide your bad eye with a potion like this but it should make you blonde and look like a younger, smaller version of Adam here. It will last for about 24 hours unless you take it off. All you do is say Finite Incantantum. Got that?"

"Aye." Harry murmured, his eye watching the shiny liquid move in unnatural ways.

"Good. Now don't forget that you can come back anytime—"

"I know, I know." Harry whispered as he hugged Brian. "You better take care of Adam and Sam. I don't know if what came after me will come here but just incase I laid a few unnoticeable wards around the property the other night."

"So thoughtful, Harry," Brian squeezed harder before letting go so that Adam could take his place.

"Good-bye, you big lug." Harry said, a smirk gracing his pale red lips.

"Bye." Was all that Adam said as he embraced the smaller man and nuzzled his face in Harry's neck. Harry could feel the tears from Adam wetting his shirt.

"I'll be back, I promise." Harry murmured into the other's ear. With a nod, Adam stepped away and tried to speak but no words came out. "Breath deeply."

Sam then came running up and threw himself at Harry's waist. "You'll come back and do more magic, right?"

"Of course, Sam. I'll be back and with a present too." Sam beamed up at him before detaching himself and moving back to hold Brian's hand.

"Get ready, kid, the portkey should activate in about ten seconds," Brian said before a smug look took over his face. "Try not to be too hard on him when you see him."

Confused, Harry asked, "Who—"

"You'll see. Bye!"

"Wait!" Harry exclaimed.

But it was too late. The familiar tug at his navel caught him off guard and the last thing he saw was of the three Americans waving at him as he disappeared.

Author's Note: Ahh, the end of another chapter! I'm on a roll! Anyway, as always if you see a mistake don't be afraid to inform me and when I get the chance I will go back and edit it. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as possible.

Review if you like it, review if you hate it!