Happily Never After

By: Chocola Emo Shizzle

Summary: Harry was still needed, even after his death. Except, this was somewhere else. It was the Wizarding World, but it was a different than his. It was a world where the Boy-Who-Lived was never there and the Dark Lord Voldemort ruled with an iron fist. DM/HP, SB/RM, LM/SS, LV/OC.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling. Eras the Watcher, Thomas Woodburn the Watcher, Jet and Uric are my characters. If you want to use them, please ask me.

Warning: The ages have been altered… a lot. Mentions sex.

Chapter 5: In A Week's Time

Recap:

On their way to Harry's room in the Leaky Cauldron, many kisses were shared, as were soft whispers. Harry and Jet both felt something for each other. It was too soon to be called anything, and they both knew it wasn't love, but it was something. It was something fresh and wonderful that needed to be watered.

Hard, rough kisses were shared as Harry slammed Jet against the door, effectively shutting it. Before they had even gotten into his room, Jet had started to kiss and nip on the other's neck. That had made Harry push the other indoors and then slam him against the wall and furiously kiss him. His hand padded around the door, trying to locate the lock. Finally, it was securely locked.

Clothes were ripped off quickly, both still kissing. Luckily, they hadn't had a lot of clothes on.

End Recap.

A week of blissfully almost non-existent life passed. Blissfully because Harry actually felt wanted ever since Draco ran away. He and Jet had a crazy night after the party, having sex in his room at the Leaky Cauldron. The morning after, Jet asked Harry out. One would have probably had thought that Harry would have asked the other out, but asking someone out was something our hero couldn't do. Too many doubts and such would flood his mind. Draco and Harry both knew they wanted to be together, but neither could say it. Then, finally, Draco just kissed the other boy hard on the lips and then asked him. His response? A moaned yes and a night full of sex.

They had gotten together in their fifth year, secretly of course, and stayed together until their sixth. They never officially broke up either. The whole thing with letting the Death Eaters in, almost killing the Headmaster and such really broke down that relationship, and then the other ran away. Even though Draco had almost killed the man that had offered him a better life, he couldn't hate him. They had forgiven each other for all the shit they put each other through. That was the start of their relationship.

Emerald orbs opened at the sound of constant pecking. A groan emitted the young man as he sat up. What was the deal? Whose owl was at his window? As he sat up, rumpled covers slid down his naked torso to lie still in his lap. Last night he had been alone, surprisingly. It didn't bother him though, gave him some time to himself since he spent a large amount of it with Jet.

Of course, he still hadn't told Jet the truth. And he was sure the other wasn't a Watcher.

His eyes blinked sleepily at the window, seeing an owl sitting on the sill out there. Groaning even more he stepped out of bed, shivering as the cold air hit his heated skin as he made his way over to the window. It was a short walk thankfully though. He unlatched the window and pulled it open, letting the bird hop in. A cold wind entered his room, making him frown and shiver even more.

The owl was black as the night sky with intelligent black eyes. It had some parchment wrapped to its leg and Harry could tell that it had been spelled to hold something. "I need to close the window," he told the bird. "Can you please move?" It flew over to his desk, landing on the chair. "Thanks." He told it as he closed the window.

Moving back to the bird, he held his arm out. The owl hooted softly and flew into the air, landing on the arm, making sure to not hurt the man. Harry took the message from its leg, letting his magic look over the wards. It was spelled so that only he could read it and it was also spelled to hold something within it. "Thank you," he told the bird. "Do I need to pay you or something?" It cocked its head to our hero, as if wondering what he meant. Sighing, he added, "Please go back to the desk." It did what it was asked.

He sat on the bed, unrolling the parchment.

Something slid out from it.

With Seeker skills, his hand shot out and grabbed the object without knowing what it was.

He glanced at the letter but looked at the object.

It was a beautiful choker. Black leather with an emerald hanging onto it. Curiously, he held up the choker. Was it for him? Maybe. He was tempted to put it on but he sensed some magic that he didn't know of residing in it and decided not to and put it on the bed carefully.

He picked up the letter, now intending to read it unlike the other parchment.

Dear Harry,

Hullo! It's me, Eras! Sorry I haven't written until now! Oh! Thomas says "HEY!" Yeah, he yelled it in my ear. It's ringing now.

…. What was I contacting you for?

…. Oh yeah!

So, you've probably been wondering why you haven't been able to read the parchment you found in your pocket, Harry snorted. And I've decided to tell you why! Its because its spelled so that you'll only read it or use it when its needed! Which hasn't been in the last times! But yeah, you'll know when you'll need it.

Hopefully.

Anyways! The owl is now yours! His name is Uric! As long as you treat him as an equal, he'll be your friend. He's an owl, but he isn't. I know it's confusing, but you'll figure it out. He's got a few unique talents that would take him out of that category! Tell him that I say 'Hullo!' Okay?

Also, the choker. It's very important that you wear it. It's going to give you protection. Not like physically, but mentally. It's kinda like when your old Potions Professor was trying to teach you to keep your shields up. Your mind is basically like an open book to everyone who can read it and this choker, when you wear it, will be your shield! So wear it, okay?

Anyways, have fun! And don't forget to listen to your heart!

Eras.

P.S. I've also made you an account at Gringotts. Since the Potters don't exist here you shouldn't worry about it. All your money from your world is now over here! Well, its still there as well. Like copies, okay? Ciao!

He stared at the letter for a minute before scowling and crumpling it up. Stupid Watcher! Accessing his memories like that!

He tossed the letter over his shoulder and picked the choker up carefully. Sighing he fastened the choker to his neck. "I hope this works," he muttered to himself. It'd really suck if it didn't and all. What if he had to confront Voldemort and the other went inside his mind! He shuddered, not liking that idea.

Okay, new topic! He decided within his mind. "Tempus." He said as he picked his wand up. The time of nine o'clock flashed and he spelled it off. At least he now knew what time it was. He looked at the owl as it made a soft, comforting hoot towards him.

"…You're Uric, right?" The owl blinked. "Eras say hi."

Then next time you talk to her, tell her I say hello back.

Harry Potter jumped up, looking wildly around. "W-Who said that?" He asked, trying to locate the voice. It was like it had been in his head.

It was me dumbass. A snort inside his mind. Uric. The owl. Eras told you I was owl and yet I was not an owl.

The young man sat back on the bed, staring at the owl. If owls could smirk, Uric would have been doing it. "But…"

But what? Get used to it, kid. I'm stuck with ya.

"I'm not a kid!"

I've been alive way longer than you have. So technically to me, you are. Oh. You can speak to me within your head so you don't seem crazy out in public. A chuckle inside his mind.

Harry scowled.

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Harry eventually got used to Uric's sarcastic sense of humor. He also got used to him leaving 'presents' for him on his bed. Mouse pellets were always so fun to see when you first wake up in the morning. Oh so fun.

Scowling he grabbed the pellet from his bedspread with a tissue and quickly deposited it in the trash bin. The bird was asleep, but he knew the little bugger was laughing at him!

Harry walked over to his closet, clad only in sleeping pants. He needed to grab some clothes and take a shower. He didn't like smelling dirty. Well, that was the reason he told himself. Truthfully though, Jet was taking him out to visit Muggle London. It wasn't the whole going to Muggle London thing that was making him take a shower; it was the whole being with Jet thing.

Oh, he knew that he didn't love the guy. He just really liked him and didn't want to let the other go so quickly. But he knew he'd have to leave soon. He just didn't want to be alone until he had too.

He left his room, clothes slung onto his shoulder.

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"Why exactly are we going to Muggle London?" Harry asked as Jet and him walked closer and closer to the Leaky Cauldron. As usual, he'd gone to Madam Malkin's shop to pick up Jet. It was a tradition of theirs.

The man grinned. He had dyed his hair from electric blue to a dark purple a few days ago. It was taking Harry a while to get used to it. He was just so used to seeing a blue head of hair, not a purple one! "Because Wizarding shops don't have as cool items!" He answered in a sing-song voice. Harry chuckled.

"I see that now. Why do we have to go this late in the evening though?" The time was all ready nearing eight. Harry shivered, seeing a poster of Voldemort move its eyes to watch him walk by. It was really creepy.

Jet rolled his eyes as if the answer was simple. "Well, duh! There are too many people out in the morning! We can't really do a lot of stuff if there are too many people." He winked, causing the other wizard to blush faintly. Things like that still made this poor wizard blush!

"But we'll be in public, Jet!" He chided softly as they entered the tavern. It was strange, if he had done this in his world, people would be gawking at him. In here though, he was just a normal passerby. Something he had longed for for such a long time!

"So? That's half the fun Harry! The other half is knowing it's with you!" He laughed loudly, not caring if people looked at them. Jet was an attention seeker. Harry was a shadow guy. They were both so very different, but they made each other equal- in a sense. Both knew that this relationship wasn't going to last, but they would have as much fun as they could before it ended.

Soon enough though, the two wizards were holding hands and strolling in Muggle London.

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He kept his eyes closed as he waited. Jet was in the changing booth, trying on new clothes. Harry was happy that they had changed their Wizard money for Muggle pounds. If they hadn't, Jet would be sad. Chuckling he opened his eyes, looking at the bags at his feet. He hadn't bought anything himself. Four bags all ready and Jet was the one spending the money. He was surprised at first, seeing Jet whip out a bag of gold in Gringotts. It turns out though, Jet's parents had been very rich and Auntie's shop made more money than the Savior had thought.

He hadn't gotten as much money, not wanting his wealth to be flaunted.

His hand reached up, rubbing the jewel on his choker. Jet had thrown a fit when he saw the new accessory hanging from his neck. Wincing, he remembered the whole scene vividly.

"Hey Harry!" Jet, now with purple hair, came to the other side of Diagon Alley where Harry was waiting. Said Harry smiled and waved at him, acknowledging him eagerly as he met him in the middle of the street. Jet's blue eyes trailed to his neck, widening for a moment before narrowing dangerously. What was Jet thinking about? "What's that?" His voice was cold as ice.

"Hm?" His hand touched the spot the eyes were narrowed in on. His choker. "This? It's a choker," he chuckled. "My friend gave it to me today. Real nice of her, wasn't it?" Words he didn't know were the wrong ones.

"Are you cheating on me?" He asked, flabbergasted. "With a girl?" Jet's eyes teared up instantly. Harry, on the other hand, was confused. Why would he be cheating on Jet? He got more than enough from the other man! He opened his mouth, intending to set things straight but Jet interrupted him. "No! I don't want to here your bloody excuses!" He said loudly, causing what few people there were there to look at them.

"Jet, love, hold on a second!"

"No! I just found out that my boyfriend is cheating on me! How else do you think I'd react? Take it calmly and be all 'Sure okay!' Hell no! That's not me! Who is this girl and where is she? I'll kick her ass!"

"There is no girl!" Harry quickly said, causing Jet to quiet. "This is a present from a friend. And if you can't accept that some girls are my friends Jet, we may not be able to work it out." He said slowly and calmly.

"I'm sorry.. It's just… You've been so great to me! I over-reacted and got scared!" Jet cried out, tears in his eyes. "Please forgive me? I don't want to let you go until I have to." On the night after their first night together Harry told him that he'd have to leave one day. Jet knew it and still asked him out.

Harry chuckled, embracing the other. "It's all right, love. I understand how you feel, surprisingly. Now, lets get that shopping done, shall we?" Jet smiled, quickly wiping the tears away and they were off.

That had been quite an ordeal. He knew he'd have to leave soon, he just didn't know when. He sighed. He hated not being able to control his destiny. It was a new world and he still couldn't control his destiny! It truly wasn't fair to him.

Finally though, Jet's voice entered his head as he stepped out of the dressing room. They had decided to shop in Hot Topic since it had more of the clothes that Jet liked. Harry was slowing coming to like them. He didn't like feeling so vulnerable. It just wasn't his cup of tea.

He gulped, seeing Jet's new outfit and feeling the crotch of his pants get tighter slightly. Jet now had on a purple fish-net on with tight leather jeans. Which let everyone know how big he was. He licked his suddenly dry lips and tried to get some liquid in his dry mouth.

"Whatcha think?" He asked, turning around so Harry could get a view of his lovely ass.

He gulped, reaching up to tug on his choker. "Its… umm.. Its lovely Jet."

The other giggled before going back in there to change. He had gotten the results he wanted. He also knew what they would be doing once they got into a secluded enough place.

Finally though, the other had come back out with the clothes tucked under his arm. Harry stood and picked up the bags and followed the other to the register. Those clothes were bought and they left afterwards. Harry was happy to leave the store. It kind of freaked him out.

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Now they were at the mall's food court. Jet didn't seem to mind all the Muggle stuff and neither did Harry. It was kind of like Diagon Alley with how packed it was! Surprisingly though, they indeed found a table for themselves! It was near impossible to do that! Somehow though, they conquered a table.

Jet had gotten a Wendy's hamburger and fries while our Savior had gotten some Burger King chicken fries and real fries.

Harry sent a disgusted look as ketchup slid out of the back of his boyfriend's hamburger. It was quite disgusting. "That's groooss." He whined, scooting away from him. "Wendy's food is nasty!"

Quickly swallowing to defend his favorite fast-food joint's honor, he chewed quickly while glaring heatedly at his lover. Who promptly laughed at the funny face.

Lunch was, afterwards, smooth and easy.

Delicious chicken fries and Burger King fries. So delicious.

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Harry closed his door behind him, Jet was in the bedroom, putting the bags down. Instead of heading home, the purple haired young man wanted to go to the green eyed man's house. He knew the reason why. Of course, his hard-on from before was gone. He was sure though it'd be back. He locked the door with a sly smile before making his way into the bedroom.

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Uric crooned softly, seeing his Master looking so sad. Why was he so sad? He kept asking him but the other wouldn't tell him. Why was he so sad? Who had hurt him so badly?

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Harry stared at the wall, his thoughts in a whirlwind of motion.

Why was he so depressed?

The reason was because of Jet.

What had Jet done to make him like this?

He had broken up with Harry.

Why?

Because he wanted a lasting relationship and not some fling. He knew Harry wouldn't be able to give a lasting relationship until he was done with something. He wasn't sure how long it would take and Jet didn't want to wait for him. So, he had broken up with our Savior.

Why won't the pain stop? He asked himself. I knew it was just a fling. But, I had let myself grown attached to Jet.. He invited me to a party tomorrow night a few days ago.. Does he still want to go with me? I wouldn't blame him if he didn't.. It's not my fault that the Fates don't like me!

He sighed and rubbed his temples. Maybe it was his fault somehow…

Of course.. This pain doesn't compare to the one I had when Draco left.. He cringed. He didn't want to venture down that path again. Of course, if you try to avoid a subject within your mind, you kept coming back to it. And that's exactly what was happening here.

It was a week after Dumbledore's death. A week after Draco and Severus had left Hogwarts. He was in Grimmauld's Place now. The blood protection his aunt had died when he turned seventeen. It was a few day's before he'd be heading to Hogwarts. And still, he couldn't control his mood swings. He had yelled at Moony three times that day, apologizing profusely to the man afterwards. Of course, the werewolf just nodded with understanding eyes. He had known about Draco and him… He understood how it felt to have a loved one taken away from them. He and Sirius had been in love.

Hot tears rushed down his cheeks as he thought about his godfather and Draco. Why did it have to be this way! Why couldn't he just had liven a normal life? Why did his life have to be so fucking messed up! Why did he have to be the bloody Boy-Who-Lived! He sighed suddenly, the tears now stopped. Neville… He had come so close to being the Boy-Who-Lived… How would life be different? Would he be in his position instead of the one he carried now? One could only wonder…

Harry turned over on his bed, refusing to acknowledge the tear stains on the bed or the tear tracks on his face. He quickly rubbed his eyes, knowing even though the cry was short, his eyes would be rimmed with red. His nose was all ready stuff as well. Feeling the urge to release his bladder, he sat up with a sigh. How was he going to survive all those looks this year? Dumbledore was dead and everyone knew that Harry Potter had watched him die. All those whispers and glances would be tenfold this year. How was he ever going to survive it?

The thought of not surviving it made a bitter smile come to his lips as he padded to his doorway and stepped out. It was a short walk down the dark and empty hallway in Grimmauld's Place to the bathroom. He finished his business quickly, wanting to get back to his room quickly. Sirius had left all the Black's fortunes to him. Now Ron had even more reason to envy him. He was richer than he knew what to do with!

And of course, the modest Weasleys would never accept the money. With another sigh, he turned the faucet off as he studied how he looked in the mirror. He looked like hell.

His eyes appeared to be sunken since he barely ate now. His skin looked dirty even though he showered three times a day, never able to feel clean anymore. His hair laid limp on his head as if it had no life left in it as well. His emerald eyes, now bright with love and life, were dull and seemed to be dead.

He turned his head from the mirror, wanting no more to do with his appearance. He made his way to the bedroom, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Harry?"

He looked up, his gaze now resting on his godfather's face instead of the floor. "Remus.." He said the name softly and sadly. The full moon was taking its toll on him as it was only in two days.

Before he knew it he was swept up into a hug which he gladly returned. "Just let it all out, Harry," he whispered softly.

That was when his resolve shattered and he sobbed. He sobbed long and hard into the werewolf's robes.

He touched his cheeks, feeling tears slip down them. He sighed and wiped them away. The wounds of Draco's leaving were still fresh to the touch it seemed. People said if you relived it or something like that, that it would go away. That wasn't true for him or Remus it seemed.

Remus.. He had left him. Groaning, he covered his face with his hands, shoulders slumped. He had left him all alone, he realized suddenly! Poor Remus! "I'm so sorry," he croaked out.

Once again, Harry sobbed. But this time, there was no werewolf to hold him.

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Author's Bottom: -Hides- Sorry! I'm so sorry about how late this is coming! And the ending is rather sad, isn't it? -Muses- Well, I wrote the majority of this chapter while being depressed so this has helped me. I'm hoping that the chapters will come easier to me. Hard at first but if I keep writing, they come. I also hope this made my Writer's Block disappear. Also, school's a bitch. I have a Biology project now. Its due this Friday sadly. I have half of it or so finished though so that's good. I really wished I could have gotten more information on one of the animals I was researching. Ah well.

Anyways, you don't need me to take up anymore space! So, please review! Even though its come late and the chapter's sad, let me know what you think! I love hearing from you all! Oh! If I get a signed review, I reply via e-mail. If I don't, I'll reply to it here all right?

Love you all! Please review and make me happy!

♥ Chocola Emo Shizzle ♥

Review Reply:

Rachel (): x3 So similar we are! And yes, Jet is good. But Draco is better! Thanks for the review!