Chapter four

Charlie instantly stripped his clothes off the moment they stepped into Harry's bedroom. Then he sat on the bed and stared intensely at Harry.

Harry smirked, then slowly, ever so slowly started to undress. He did his boots and socks first, then his leather gloves, dropping them on the floor one at a time. He pushed his jacket off and dropped that. He heard Charlie groan loudly as he watched the dragon handler checking him out, his whole body was being eyed up and down. Harry slowly pushed his t-shirt up then over his head dropping that to the floor. His hands went to the button of his jeans, one after another he slowly popped them and pulled the two half's of his leather jeans aside making Charlie groan again. Harry pushed them over his arse, down his legs then kicked them off before strolling casually over to stand between Charlie's spread legs.

'Is this what you want Charlie?'

'God yes,' Charlie's eyes went straight down groin, then his hand wrapped around Harry's length, 'Ever since you stepped off the bike I've wanted you.'

'So soon, seems you want it bad, well I'm here, naked, what are you going to do to me?' Harry smirked again.

'Oh, so that's how's it's going to be, alright Potter, you've got it,' Charlie moved quickly and had Harry on his back, pinning his arms above his head as his started to grind his hips against Harry, 'You're up too Harry, so you can't deny that you're not interested.'

'I don't deny it, I was checking you out just as much as you checked me out. But are we going to keep talking or can we use our mouths for more pleasurable pursuits?'

'Yes, please,' Charlie groaned then let Harry's arms go, turned around, 'This is exactly what I've wanted,' Charlie's mouth surrounded Harry's length just as Harry's mouth surrounded Charlie's. They sucked and groaned but never stopped or slowed, not until both were almost ready to blow, 'Me first,' Charlie lay on his back and waited until Harry moved in between his legs, lifting them.

'Oh you look good,' Harry moved his hand until he's length was coated, slipped the head of his cock inside Charlie, then without hesitation, he slammed hard into him, 'God you're so tight.'

'Been a while, but don't stop, please?' Charlie groaned loudly but his eyes stayed on Harry as his hand wrapped around his own length keeping him hard ready for when he got to enter Harry.

After exhausting each other, they lay sprawled over the large bed, staring at each other.

'So you got what you wanted, a fuck and a good one as well,' Harry smiled as he ran his finger through the light smattering of hair over Charlie's chest.

'Oh it was very good and yes, I got what I wanted just like you did. So even though you're here for the wedding, are you going to stay now or leave again?'

'I haven't decided, why?'

'I would like to keep seeing you, I think we're good together.'

Harry sat up, 'Wait a minute Charlie, are you talking about a relationship?'

'I know it seems sudden Harry and also seems strange coming from me as I never wanted that, but yeah, I am. From the moment I saw you again, I haven't stopped thinking about being with you, of us being together and it's only been a few hours.'

'Look, I like you and we had a good time, but I'm not after anything serious. You heard what I said, I like to do what I want when I want without having to answer to anyone.'

'You could still have that with me, with one exception, you only have sex with me and no one else.'

'Can we slow down a bit, let's see each other until the wedding, see how it goes?'

'I suppose it's the only way you will see we can work, so we'll do that. What about this ceremony, even if you're arriving alone, can we sit together?'

'Sure, if you want and we can spend some nights together as well. But since we've just fucked each other, why don't we head out to eat, my treat.'

'You've got it, but a shower first I think.'

'Through that door, I'll have one after you,' Harry smiled as Charlie kissed him before hurrying into the bathroom. He lay there thinking about what Charlie said. Harry knew he liked Charlie and always thought he looked good, but a relationship is something Harry wasn't sure he wanted, he also didn't want to hurt Charlie, he was a nice bloke. So Harry had a lot of serious thinking to do.

It was the day of the memorial ceremony, after Charlie showered he left Harry's home but told him he'd see him at Hogwarts. So Harry showered then went into his kitchen and fixed himself some breakfast. He couldn't stop thinking about the last two weeks with Charlie, they had practically spent every minute together, sometimes alone at the apartment, sometimes at the Burrow helping Hermione and Ron with the wedding plans. He still wasn't sure about a serious relationship, but right now was not the time to think about it, Harry had other things on his mind.

A couple of hours later Harry dressed, then grabbed his keys, helmet, jacket and gloves. He put them all on, climbed onto his bike then sat there thinking about today, about what was going to be said and remembered. He wasn't sure how he was going to be, all Harry hoped was he could hold it together long enough to get through it. But Harry also wanted everyone to see him as he is now, not see him as the boy who lived, not seen him as the chosen one, not see him as the saviour. To see him as just another person that suffered because of Voldemort, just like all the people that were going to be at Hogwarts had suffered. He also wanted them to see the new Harry Potter, not the boy they last saw, but a man in his own right, a very self-confident young man that just happened to live in the muggle world and the magical world. To Harry he was part muggle and part magical and he wanted to keep both parts of his heritage, not one over the other. So showing he was Harry Potter, wizard, but arriving in a muggle way should let everyone know that their worlds don't always have to be separated, that people born to both worlds can live in both worlds, as long as they knew of the wizarding world. That was his hope.

The large crowd was standing on the grounds of Hogwarts, some in groups talking to friends, some individual's thinking about what today meant to them. But whether it was staff, students or invited guests at Hogwarts, everyone had the same thought. They were here to remember lost loved ones but also celebrate that their world was safe.

When it was getting close to time, Minerva gave the signal and everyone took their seats, but she looked nervously at Hermione and Ron who both nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. Once everyone was seated it was instant, the loud noise was coming closer. Every head turned to the gates of Hogwarts where they saw a large muggle motorbike being allowed to pass through, the aurors never stopped this person and wondered what was going on.

Harry circled the crowd and the stage then stopped on the right hand side. He switched off his bike, kicked the stand, swung his leg over the bike, took his helmet off, his gloves and sun glasses. He placed the gloves and glasses in the helmet, hung his helmet from the bikes handlebars then slowly turned around and as expected, to shocked looks and loud gasps went through the crowd. Kingsley indicated for Harry to join him on the stage. Harry nodded, then looks around at the assembled crowd. He stares at everyone he knew giving them a small smile and his old friends who did looked shocked at how he arrived now smiled before he confidently stepped up on the stage ready to speak.

'You all know my story, you know that my parents were murdered by Voldemort. A friend of mine also lost his parents around the same time, but he wasn't known, not until recently. The only difference between us is the fact I survived the killing curse as child. Everyone here has a story to tell, a story of death, of pain, of suffering. My story started when I was a year old, but other people's stories started thirty, even forty years before that.

'As a boy, Tom Riddle or Voldemort if you prefer, he knew what he wanted, he wanted to live forever and rule the world, rule it as he saw fit, with murder, with torture, with pain, with suffering. Albus Dumbledore studied Tom Riddle very carefully, from the time Dumbledore visited Tom a child in an orphanage, Dumbledore never stopped studying him until he died. He passed on what he learned to me, let me study all the memories he had been gathering of Voldemort. Even though Albus Dumbledore was a great and powerful wizard, he was also a very wise and caring person, but a person with flaws like everyone else. He admitted to me that even he could make mistakes and his mistakes could be dangerous to our world. So as we watched memories of Voldemort he asked for my opinion on what he believed to be true. I was a boy really, a boy that wasn't of age that wasn't even fully trained, but the boy who was prophesized to finish Voldemort.

'Everyone here helped finish the most hated, the most evil, the cruelest and the most sadistic wizard to ever walk this earth. Some of these people that helped you've have all heard of, people like Minister Shacklebolt and headmistress off Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall both from the order of the phoenix. There were people from the DA or Dumbledore's army, like Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, I would name all of them but I'd be here all day,' Harry smiled down at his friends.

'But there are some names that mean nothing to you, but they were here fighting and should be honoured for their contribution and their courage. This war was not finished by just me, it was not finished by just Dumbledore's army, and it was not finished by just the order of the phoenix. This war was finished because all of you decided to join forces to do what was right. You fought with the knowledge you could die, but that knowledge never stopped any of you. Like me, like my friends, none of you were going to stop because you wanted to live in a free world and not be dictated to by Voldemort.

'I was going to fight until the end, whether it was my death or his, others felt the same way. That night, Neville Longbottom, he was bloody, badly hurt, he was helping to bring in the dead, but he said to me that night, you know we're going to keep fighting, don't you Harry,' Harry smiled down at Neville, 'I knew he was right but I also knew that if it came down to just Neville and Voldemort, my friend would still fight, he wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.

'So many lost their lives that night, friends, family, loved ones, some died before the battle of Hogwarts, years before, some that live but aren't really alive, they spend what's left of their lives in St Mungo's. All of us here today are here for a few reasons, yes to remember those people that died, but also to remember what it took to end this war. It took everyone to finally do the right thing even in the face of death. Over the years I saw things that sickened and appalled me, but that night, the night we all joined forces to fight, I saw amazing things from the people that were here, things that truly surprised and inspired me. If all of us remember why we fought, then all of us will never have to live through another war, to live through another dark wizard trying to take over our world, to live through another Voldemort.

'So the one thing I ask all of you, if you ever think or even get suspicious that something is not quite right, think of those people that died so we could live, then do the right thing, thank you,' Harry nodded but smiled down at his friends, some like Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Neville, his friends from the DA, Andromeda who was holding Teddy, they had tears falling down their faces as they gazed up at Harry. Then the applause started and Harry for the first time ever stood for the applause and appreciated the applause he was receiving because he knew it wasn't just applause for him, it was for what he said. It was applause to let everyone know that they were going to do what Harry asked, do the right thing.

Harry slowly made his way down off the stage and before he moved two feet Charlie was kissing him, so even though he was being kissed, Harry laughed. These two very different men stood kissing, the applause never stopped but it actually got louder. The applause was for everyone, to thank everyone for what they did, but it was also applause for their hero, a young man that had suffered but was now finally finding peace.