Reference to the UK house I'm using for Sirius' house. (Including looks of the rooms and floor plan)
www. zoopla. co. uk/for-sale / details / 50677899?search_identifier=0f60cf65a05985fca973ef4ca9be8704

When talking about the brick part of the house, referring to this house
www. zoopla. co. uk/for-sale / details / 50677874?search_identifier=0f60cf65a05985fca973ef4ca9be8704

If you have issues with the URL, let me know

~NicoDiAngeloLover7

Touched by Death – Chapter 15

It was official, Harry hated side-along apparating. It had honestly felt like half his face was being ripped off. The thing left him so disoriented Harry almost couldn't see straight. Yet he preferred it to Flooing or riding the Knight Bus. Somehow it was no surprise that Sirius was laughing at the disgruntled look at his godson's face.

Even Marcus looked slightly amused.

Harry wound glaring at both of them, "yeah… laugh at my pain…" he muttered under his breath.

It was when Harry turned around to see where he was. Harry's jaw dropped, gapping at everything in sight. It wasn't quite a manor, but it was bigger than the house at Privet Drive. There was a walkway that looked to be made out of poured concrete that lead straight to the house and connected it to a driveway.

There were a few steps that led to the door to the house, which looked to be made of white concrete. It was bit of a contrast between the walkway and the steps. The house itself was a little hypocritical. Part of it was made of red brick and the other half was made of concrete. With the roof being complete with a copper shingles. Harry didn't care if the house was so vice versa or crazy in design, he loved it.

The house looked to have two floors with about five windows or more on each floor. There weren't any houses surrounding it in the distance. Harry could bet that the back yard had a Quidditch Pitch installed.

Harry was awe as he slowly walked into the house. The first thing he noticed as the staircase that would lead upstairs. The kitchen was directly to the right as you passed the stairs. Further down the hall was the loo and there were two spacious rooms to the left. Harry could almost describe them as sitting rooms.

Once the young Gryffindor made his way upstairs, he noticed there were four spacious bedrooms. No doubt the master bedroom belonged to Sirius. There was a connecting bathroom between two of the rooms. And then there was a connecting bathroom in Sirius' room.

In the living room, were Marcus and Sirius waiting on Harry as the Gryffindor checked out the house.

Sirius grinned, "welcome home, pup."

If Harry felt a little emotional, then that wasn't his fault as he grasped his godfather into a hug.

When Harry backed out of the hug, he looked at Marcus. "Have you been living here the entire time?"

Marcus snorted, "where else would I be living?"

Harry rolled his eyes, deciding to change to subject. "How strong are the wards here?"

"Considering your boyfriend created them and set it all up. I'd say strong enough to rival the goblins," Sirius commented with a laugh.

"You know wards?" Harry was gapping at Marcus in shocked, maybe some surprise.

"Considering the protections on the pendant that you're still wearing, that is technically mine. I'd say that an easy assumption to make. Unless you're a Gryffindor," Marcus drawled.

Harry's cheeks heated up as he felt for the pendant underneath his shirt, "shut it."

Sirius snorted, though he would admit that Marcus' spell work and craftmanship was truly impressive. He took Runes when he was in Hogwarts, but he would never have thought of the ways that Marcus crafted them together to make them stronger. And if you looked closely at the boundary markers, you could see a protective shield form around the property.

Sirius had first thought the shield looked pretty weak, something that could easily been taken down. Hell, Sirius had taken down wards when he was an Auror. Sirius wasn't even sure what runes Marcus had mixed together to reinforce the shield. And no matter the variety of spells he knew, the shield would not take any damage or deteriorate. Sirius wouldn't be surprised if Marcus was learning wards and runes from the Goblins themselves, despite that he was entering into his 7th year. There was no mistake, the reputation of wards made by Goblins were legendary. Even if Marcus wasn't currently learning from the goblins, Sirius would be shocked if Marcus didn't receive an internship with Gringotts before the year was out. Maybe Sirius should send a letter to Bill, so the red-head could put in a good word for the Slytherin.

It was easy to lose track of time while Harry stayed with Sirius. A lot of that time was Sirius taking both Harry and Marcus out to various magical villages. Sirius was very wary to avoid common villages to prevent a confrontation with Marcus' mother and father. They weren't as bad his own mother and father, but there was an expectancy for Marcus to take the Dark Mark.

If it wasn't going out to educate Harry more into the magical world, it was spent in the back yard with their personal quidditch pitch. And the fact that Sirius was trying to surprise Harry by tickets to the Quidditch World Cup.

It didn't take much for Harry to adjust living with his godfather and boyfriend. A life that was much better than the one at the Dursleys and so it wasn't hard to forget about them. That brought to where Harry was currently lying on Marcus' bed upstairs. Sirius claimed he was going out on an errand to a nearby wizard village.

And so, Harry didn't have any qualms about Marcus crawling over him, while he was lying down on his back. Considering that he really didn't want to be caught by his godfather in this position. No matter how innocent it was, which probably wouldn't' stay innocent for very long.

Marcus had propped both hands on the bed, on both sides of Harry's head. It was more for balance and to make sure not to crush Harry's tiny form with his weight. The Slytherin sealed his lips to his boyfriend's, making sure to enjoy their uninterrupted moments while they lasted. If there was one way to make Harry breathless, it was by kissing the raven until he basically lost all air. And if Marcus had a dopey smile on his face, who was to judge him for it? Feeling no guilt whatsoever, Marcus thrust his tongue into Harry mouth, hungrily searching.

Harry silently moaned at the harsh treatment, secretly loving every moment. The young Gryffindor tried to copy the moments of Marcus as much as he could. Which is why two moans were ripped from each other when their tongues touched. Hence, why it was no surprise that Marcus twisted his tongue around Harry's and sucked.

Thank god Sirius was not in the house, because that moan was loud. Harry didn't even know if Marcus had put any silencing charms up either. All he felt was pressure and the taste of today's dinner. To Harry, the feel of everything at once felt amazing. The taste of kissing Marcus was intoxicating. All of Harry's thoughts were centered on desire and want for the male above him. For that reason, Harry had no restrains of feeling up Marcus' chest. Through Harry's touch, did the Gryffindor feel the Slytherin shiver. It made Harry feel slightly braver as he let both hands travel up his boyfriend.

The touch felt good as Marcus went from tonguing Harry to sucking on his neck. The harsh gasp let Marcus know he found a sensitive spot. Marcus found that when he was gently nipping that spot before sucking harshly, Harry unexpectedly arched up instinctively. It made Marcus lose all his smugness. He took a sharp breath, as Harry had rubbed a certain lower area. An area that tightened and intense pleasure could be found. Not realizing that Marcus' eyes had closed to gain control over himself, he noticed that Harry was in the same disheveled state.

Harry was panting heavily and there was a noticeable bulge despite the trousers he was wearing.

Marcus knew instantly that this was the first time the Gryffindor had felt that much pleasure. Knowing the Gryffindor, he was too innocent to even think about jerking off. Something that Marcus had done on several occasions. He hadn't much interest in finding a conquest, assuming that his family would set up a marriage contract and he would have no say in it. Even if his parents had tried to force him in a marriage contract, he would fight it. There was no way he was giving up Harry, despite that he was a Gryffindor. There was no way his parents could fight and win against a Potter and Black on Marcus' side. Setting up a marriage contract with Harry would immediately null the previous contract, no matter the protest.

Marcus had a mischievous look on his face and had Harry been able to think straight, he might have been slightly suspicious. The Slytherin brought his face closer to Harry's ear, "That feel good, my love?"

Marcus hadn't been a real fan of pet names, but he found he didn't care as much for them when Harry was concerned.

Harry couldn't even muster up words, he just nodded.

"Tell me if this is too much," Marcus words were soft. But he firmly meant them. He wanted to make Harry feel good, but he didn't want to scare him away. Marcus gently settled his lower body firmly against Harry's.

The moan of appreciation from Harry told Marcus all he needed to know. It was hard enough for Marcus not to let a moan slip from his lips. It felt good. The moan was enough to let Marcus know to slowly grind his groin into Harry's. And it couldn't be helped if Marcus let out a low groan, the pleasure was intense.

"Oh god…" were Harry only words. His hands fell from Marcus' body as he tried to grasp at the covers underneath him. Not knowing what he was doing, Harry grinded back to keep that feeling going. His groin felt almost painful with how hard he was, yet the grinding felt so indescribable good. It didn't take much longer for Harry to release in his trousers as he let out a loud scream.

Marcus had to slightly wince at the sudden noise, but it was hard to focus his thoughts. It didn't take much to follow after the young Gryffindor with his own choice of word, that was louder than he had hoped. The Slytherin then twitched his nose, his trousers were beginning to feel sticky. Marcus silently summoned his wand and vanished the sticky mess on both him and Harry and cast a refreshing charm.

Both of them were in a post-orgasmic bliss.

They both had gotten their Hogwarts letter for the upcoming year. It didn't escape Harry's notice that Marcus' envelope was thicker than usual. Harry couldn't help grinning, he knew what was coming. It looks like Professor McGonagall had kept her word, not that Harry was surprised.

Marcus' eyes flashed to Harry, "what are you grinning at?"

"You'll see."

Marcus rolled his eyes, "no doubt they have me as Quidditch captain again this year. I don't see why you're so excited."

"Just open it," Harry pestered.

Marcus didn't bother to open the letter gently, he ripped it open. His eyes went to the badge that fell out and he noticed it looked a little different. Marcus' eyes went wide, he caught the words on the badge that read, Head Boy. The Slytherin opened gapped at the badge before him.

Marcus closed his mouth when he heard Harry tried to stifle his snickers. His eyes narrowed at his boyfriend. "You knew about this," was the accusation.

"Now what makes you say that?" Harry asked innocently after he got control of his suppressed laughter.

"Fucking bullshit!" Marcus remarked. "Why the bloody hell would Dumbledore want to make me Headboy for?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "You were a prefect last year and I believe the year before. And you're protective of your Slytherins. It doesn't hurt that Professor McGonagall is backing you up. Shouldn't be a surprise they want you as Headboy."

"Fucking knew it, it was your fault I got Head Boy."

Harry was grinning again. "Just wait till Sirius finds out."

Marcus groaned, "your godfather can be too much to deal with at times."

The Gryffindor shrugged, "he grows on you. Plus, I think he likes you."

"Fucking hell… I'm being surrounded by bloody Gryffindors," Marcus grumbled.

"Cheer up, Marcus. You're dating a Gryffindor after all," Harry grinned.

Marcus merely grumbled, all Harry caught was something about being cursed.

Turns out, Sirius had a great laugh that McGonagall was supporting a Slytherin for the Headboy post. The fact that his godson had a hand in Marcus being nominated for Headboy made it all the more hilarious. If anything, Sirius was glad that Marcus was being promoted to Headboy. The Slytherin was nothing like his parents. The older Gryffindor knew that Marcus would do anything to help Harry, which is why his worries were slightly calmed. Sirius remembered well that Harry had told him he wasn't friends with some of the Weasleys' or Hermione anymore. If Granger and Ron Weasley were as controlling as they sounded, he wouldn't want to associate with them either. And with Marcus being Headboy, he knew that the Slytherin would be given a separate room, that if needed, Harry could seek refuge if it came down to it. Sirius had recalled several times during his seventh year that the Marauders had spent a lot of time in the Headboy's dorms because of James. At the time, none of them would ever have thought James would be Headboy, if anything, they figured Remus would get the spot.

Though Sirius couldn't help but worry about both of the boys, after all he had intel about the Triwizard Tournament that the ministry was trying to bring back. And to Sirius' knowledge, their efforts were being productive.

To sweeten the deal, Sirius had revealed that he gotten tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, that Marcus had hinted about in his letters to Harry.

The small Gryffindor was awestruck, it had never occurred to him that there were international teams that played Quidditch for a living and profit. Though Harry was more excited about the prospect of being able to see an international game of Quidditch. The smaller Gryffindor realize how idiotic that probably sounded. Considering that the Hogwarts would have Quidditch matches, it would make sense that England would have Quidditch matches against other countries as well.

Marcus wasn't as awed at the idea of seeing an international game as Harry. Though it had been years since he last attended one. But he was excited at being able to spectate the fact that Viktor Krum would be Bulgaria's seeker at the World Cup. Even in England, Krum's name is pretty famous. Marcus didn't even care that the man attended Durmstrang in Bulgaria. Though his dad had always threatened he would take him out of Hogwarts and ship him to Durmstrang. It had never happened, obviously.

To Marcus, it was the fact it was Quidditch, a game that he immensely enjoyed no matter if it was playing a match or being a spectator. That in itself would make Marcus glad to see the Quidditch World Cup. No doubt it would be the same for Harry, even if he never took up Quidditch again at Hogwarts. Knowing those idiots, they would accuse Harry of cheating just so that Slytherin would win. Marcus already knew that Harry wouldn't take up Quidditch this year, his potential career meant more to him than playing Quidditch. Hell, if Marcus was required to make a choice between Quidditch and his own career, Quidditch would fall into second place.

One thing that Marcus couldn't wait to see, was the stunned look at Harry's face when they would get to the stadium or even one of the magical tents Sirius was going to bring. The ability of magic didn't faze Marcus, he was used to it. It came with where he had grown up with magic since he was born. There weren't many things that could surprise Marcus when it came to magic. Some things still did irritate the Slytherin when Harry didn't understand something, but his anger went mainly out to those filthy muggles. The Slytherin wasn't one to ever use the Cruciatus curse, he wasn't his parents. That was one spell that he wished the Dursleys' could feel, for them to gain retribution for all the pain they caused Harry over the years. Marcus still needed to find out what Sirius did to them before they left that house that day. The older man refused to say a word about it, yet the Gryffindor kept grinning ear to ear.