ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC. Mentions of MPreg and kind of explicit scenes.
Hey, guys! Here's the new chapter. Hope you'll like it!
Because of the trauma Harry had to go through, he will have some setbacks in his progress. And this is just the first one.
Here are the songs from the piano scene:
Harry plays alone (Youtube):
/watch?v=qK_JfNlNSTk (Yann Tiersen - Comptine d'un autre ete: l'apres midi)
Dean plays to Harry (4shared . com):
Piano music from story Jade
Dean plays to Sam (Youtube):
/watch?v=ma_Sc1OyBcc (Piano music from the game Broken Sword 1)
Well, enjoy the chapter!
Arriving home, they were greeted with warm dinner by Bobby, although Dean complained a little that it wasn't the same as Harry's cooking. Bobby took in Kyle's appearance with a smile, lifting the boy's mood with it.
"By the way" Sam spoke during their meal, "would you like to see a movie tomorrow night?"
"He means with us" Dean added with a slight blush, looking at Kyle, while Sam's gaze was on Harry.
"Of course" Kyle nodded. Dean sent a bright smile to him.
"Not like we have anything else to do" Harry grinned.
"It's a date then" Sam ended the discussion and sealed the deal with a kiss on his lover's lips. Kyle caught the sad glance that Dean threw his brother's way, but it disappeared almost immediately. The boy realized then what it is: the man desperately wished for a long, happy relationship.
The next morning Harry woke up before anyone else. Pressing a kiss on the still slumbering Sam's lips, he went down to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast. When he finished, he explored the house thoroughly. Walking down the upstairs hallway, he found a worn, but strong ladder on the opposite side of their rooms. The ladder was leading up to an open trap door. Harry climbed up on the ladder and poked his head through the trap door: he found himself in the attic. He climbed all the way up and straightening out he dusted himself. With careful steps he ventured in: he was greeted by old boxes and various stuff.
As he walked by a smaller 'corridor', light caught his eyes. Stepping closer he saw a window that flooded the room with the golden blessing of the sun. In the middle of the circle stood a dark-colored piano, shining from the beams reflecting on its lacquering. Dust floated around it, glinting in the light like small orbs of past memories, vanishing under the open roof of the piano, just to reappear again on the other side. Harry stepped to the instrument and blew more dust into the air from its surface. He got the feeling that he just revived more memories from the piano's existence. With a sudden idea he sat down onto the bench and searched for the only song in his mind that he could play. He slowly practiced the melody, first with the right hand then with the left, getting used to the order of the notes, then he tried to play it with both hands.
As soon as he got into the music, he took up the original, faster rhythm and played with complete enthusiasm. The sad melody filled the attic and the whole house through the open trap door, reaching the only person, who woke up a few minutes ago.
Harry enjoyed the magic of the melody with his eyes closed, until he finished it: the music slowed down and died away.
"Beautiful song" Harry jumped from the voice and turned towards it quickly: Dean was standing next to him, leaning onto the piano with one hand.
"Thank you" Harry nodded then turned back to the keys and shyly lowered his head. He felt Dean taking a seat next to him. "I once heard it somewhere" the boy continued, "and since then I couldn't get it out of my head, until I learned to play it. In the wizarding school I discovered a room, which changes to a person's need, and I spent all of my time in there, just to learn it."
Silence filled the room for a couple minutes then Dean spoke:
"Can you scoot over a bit?"
Harry slid to the end of the bench surprised and Dean slid to the middle of it, smoothing his fingers onto the keys. As the man started to play, Harry was filled with an odd sadness and he watched shocked, as Dean's fingers caressed the keys, not pressing too hard on them, not even at the louder notes. Soon the melody began slowing down then Dean lowered his hands.
"That was beautiful" Harry whispered.
"I agree" turning to the new voice, they found Sam in the dimness of the attic. As the young man stepped into the circle of light and closer to them, they noticed the tears glinting in his eyes, only held back by strong will. "Since when have you been playing?"
"Mom started to teach me when I was three" Dean said. "I always loved the piano and that kind of music and it seems, I have some talent to it, too" Dean shrugged in embarrassment and timidity. "I continued to learn in her memory and when we were here, I would sneak up to here at nights and play."
"Can you play something else?" Sam asked and the corner of Dean's lips lifted with a nostalgic smile.
"I think I'll go have breakfast" Harry stood up and vanished behind the boxes then from the attic. Dean tapped the freed seat next to him, where Harry got up from. Sam carefully sat down and Dean began playing again.
"I learned this from Mom" he whispered quickly to his brother and let his mind drift away with the melody. Sam watched with wonder the secret talent his brother was showing him. Apart from that, Dean was performing a song that required pressing a lot of keys down at the same time. As the melody stepped up a few notes, Sam leaned his head on his brother's shoulder, sadness washing over his heart, pushing his gathering tears over the edge of his eyes. Not long after that the music died away and Dean wrapped his arms around his brother, letting his hard nature's walls tumble down by his emotions. Sam was crying his grief out soundlessly, weeping for their loved ones who got in the crossfire of them and the bad guys. Meanwhile, the sun flooded them with its blessing relentlessly.
Soon they separated, bashfully wiping away their escaped tears and hiding their emotions away and they clambered down from the attic. When they got to the kitchen, though, they only met with Kyle, who was washing away his plate.
"Morning!" the boy greeted them with a smile, when he looked up. The brothers smiled back at him.
"Have you seen Harry?" Sam asked.
"Yes, I have" Kyle turned fully towards them after he put the plate away. "We had breakfast together. But then we heard the piano and Harry jumped up, hurried upstairs."
With a quick 'Thanks' Sam ran up to their room and carefully opened the door. Harry was lying on the bed, his back to the door; Sam noticed that one arm was wrapped around the slim waist, hand resting on the boy's hip, while the other hand was gripping the thin shoulder. The young man knew this position very well and his heart broke that he has to see his lover in that vulnerable state: as if the boy's arms were the only things holding his shattering body together.
Sam crept to the bed and slowly lay down behind his lover. He tenderly caressed the boy's back, who started sniffing. Sam shifted closer, buried his face into the ebony locks and began stroking Harry's arm. He knew that the boy was struggling with his own grief and emotions that had resurfaced from the music, so he comforted his lover without a word.
"Sorry" Harry whispered suddenly. His voice was a bit hoarse and stuffy from crying.
"For what?" Sam asked softly.
"I'm not like this" Harry continued. "I can't pretend anymore that I'm fine. That my confidence was rebuilt. I've never even had one" he added bitterly. "I can't play the happy, cheerful person anymore, because I'm not that kind of person."
Sam couldn't follow the boy completely, but he stayed silent.
"Don't get me wrong" Harry spoke again and turned towards his lover. Sam immediately brushed away the tears from the white, porcelain face. "I'm happy with you and I love you. But in reality I'm a shy, reserved, quiet guy. I can't be the opposite…" Sam then understood it.
"Harry" he interrupted. "I'm not expecting you to show yourself different than who you are. That's Dean's thing" Harry laughed softly at that. "I want you" the young man turned serious "to do what you want, to act the way you feel comfortable. I want you to be yourself." Suddenly a nostalgic smile graced Sam's lips.
"When I first saw you" he continued, "I mean the real you, I saw a battered, tormented teen, who by some miracle still had that innocence that makes him look younger and change him into a happy little boy. That innocence was what caught me and I held onto it with every strength I had. Then I got to know you" Sam caressed Harry's cheek lovingly. "Harry, you're a kind, sweet, genuine and loveable person. And also shy, reserved and quiet" Sam grinned, causing Harry to avert his gaze. The young man guided the emerald orbs to his hazel ones.
"And that's why I was falling for you" Sam whispered, finishing his speech, and kissed Harry. The boy combed his fingers through his lover's locks, so the gentleness of the kiss lasted further.
"It's interesting that you brought up the innocence" Harry said, when they separated. "When I first saw you, the very first time, I thought the same thing about you." Sam was slightly shocked hearing that, since that time he had demon-blood in him.
"I know" Harry went on shakily, as another memory broke to the surface, "what it's like to be shunned for something you couldn't help. I could talk to snakes once. They understood me and I did, too. But because it's known to be bad and only the villains knew and spoke that language, everyone turned against me and they treated me like I had plague…"
Sam pulled the shaking boy closer, softly shushing the distraught sobs.
"You don't have to tell me. I see your point. Don't torture yourself with it!"
After a long time Harry calmed down, but the strong sobs caused him to start coughing. However, he had to hastily roll to the side of the bed, when the coughs turned into harsh gags. Sam sat up frightened and stroked his lover's back, who emptied his stomach with huge efforts.
"Sam" the boy slurred and the young man leaned over him. "Don' feel so good…"
"DEAN!" Sam shouted towards the door, fear growing steadily inside him. "It's gonna be okay" he tried to comfort Harry, gently turning him away from the side of the mattress, stroking the upset stomach. "DEAN!" he shouted again, while he soothed his lover.
"Alright, I'm comin'!" came Dean's indignant reply and he appeared in the doorway with Kyle on his heels. Taking in the scene he hurried into the room and took a seat next to Harry, Kyle stopping behind him. Sam evaporated the signs of sickness with a snap of his fingers.
"What's wrong with him?" Dean asked, gazing at Harry with concern in his eyes, stroking the ebony bangs away from the boy's forehead.
"He let some stuff off of his mind" Sam answered. "He suddenly got sick, I thought it was the memories, but then he said he's not feeling so good. Maybe we should take him to a doctor…"
"Dean" Kyle quickly interrupted them. "Could you take me to the pharmacy? I think I can help Harry."
The man nodded then the pair hurried away. Sam settled back behind his lover and talked to him worriedly:
"I'm here, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, Jade! I won't let anything harm you, little Jade! I'm gonna take care of you, gorgeous…" the effect of his words showed quite soon: Harry relaxed at the kindness in them.
Soon the purr of the Impala returned then Kyle appeared in the doorway first with a smaller, white bag. Hurrying to the bed, he helped Harry up with soft, kind encouragements and the two boys went into the bathroom of the bedroom. Before Sam could follow them, the door shut right in his face. Dean then joined him in the room.
"What is going on here?" Sam asked his brother, who just shrugged, clueless about the situation.
In the bathroom Harry was sitting on the toilet huddled over, while Kyle took his purchases out of the bag. Kyle knelt down in front of the distraught boy with the box in his hands. Harry just watched him fearfully, pleading for help wordlessly.
"I want you to do this" Kyle said softly and held the box out. Harry took it, but as he recognized it, he began sobbing. Kyle gently hugged him until the boy calmed down then Harry did as the instructions on the box said. Soon the small stick was placed onto the counter and the two boys prepared for the long minutes of waiting.
After a while seeming like eternity, Kyle's watch beeped, signing the end of their waiting game, then Kyle examined the stick. When he let a relieved smile blossom on his face, Harry relaxed with a sigh, one teardrop rolling down his cheek. His feet fell from the toilet seat where they were pulled up, and his arms tumbled down to his sides from hugging his legs.
"Can I take a look at something else?" Kyle turned to his friend.
"What?" Harry whispered dreadfully, but he could see the answer on Kyle's face. Seconds later he was lying on his back on the tiles with his sweatpants discarded, and Kyle was kneeling between his bent, spread legs. Feeling ashamed, Harry turned his head away and covered his eyes with one hand. He felt Kyle's fingers on himself, but never… 'there'. After a few moments Kyle gave him back his pants. Harry dressed and sat up with his head bowed, but Kyle just pulled him into his arms.
"I'm sorry, but I had to do it…" Kyle muttered, rocking the devastated boy. "But it was worth it. Everything's alright…"
Harry's tense limbs slackened at the good news, but he knew he had some explaining to do to Sam. The two boys slowly got to their feet and Kyle escorted his exhausted friend out. Sam jumped from his seat on the end of the bed where he and Dean had been sitting. The moment Harry saw his lover, he broke down into distressed sobs. Sam hurried to the boy scared and wrapped his arms around the fragile form. Kyle joined Dean at the bed, while Sam took Harry there, as well, and sitting down he pulled the boy into his lap.
"I'm here, little Jade" the young man rocked his distraught lover. "Just lean on me! I'll help you, gorgeous!"
Soon Harry calmed down then he started talking in between gasps:
"I'm s-so sor-ry…" Sam shushed the boy, who just went on. "I was just s-so sca-ared…"
"But why?" Dean asked gently.
"That ministry w-wizard" Harry explained, "who gr-rew out my hair, sometimes came and made me more feminine for one n-night. One time he overdid it…"
"What do you mean?" Sam broke the silence settling in on them.
"He changed my sex" Harry blurted out brokenly. Dean and Kyle looked at the boy with horror at hearing the trauma he had to go through, while Sam tightened his hold on his lover tenderly, but with a furious look.
"That night a man got some interest in me and hired me" Harry continued, getting himself together somewhat. "Took me to a seedy motel… He didn't want to use condom, so I started protesting, but that guy attacked me, abused me, and I could only scream… He got his lighter out and…" Harry swallowed to fight against the rising nausea, "he toyed with me. Then I felt a huge burning pain explode…" the boy was cut off, as he raised his hand to his mouth, swallowing again. Sam lovingly caressed the ebony locks, helping his lover with his struggle, "down there…" Harry forced out with great effort then as his stomach calmed down, he continued his story:
"I quickly freed myself, grabbed my clothes and escaped. I was a few streets away already, when I felt cum on my backside, slowly drying…" Harry broke down into more distraught sobs and Sam comforted him as best as he could.
"When was this?" Dean asked.
"Almost two months ago" Kyle answered instead of Harry. Sam then snatched his head up, his eyes lit up from understanding. But before he could say something, Harry did it for him:
"I wasn't thinking anything, until now. For two or three days I got dizzy and nauseous and I was so scared…"
"You thought you were pregnant" Dean breathed, as the puzzle finally got together for him, too. "Is it possible?"
"In the wizarding world anything's possible" Sam hissed, gritting his teeth from fury.
"But the results were negative" Kyle spoke up. "And the pain wasn't caused by sexual intercourse. Harry barely got away."
Everyone heaved a relieved sigh at the good news.
"We should take a rain-check on the movie…" Sam started softly, but his words were cut off.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please, forgive me!" Harry babbled scared to death.
"For what?" Sam asked surprised.
"I didn't mean to ruin your night, sir!" the boy cried. The 'sir' broke the others' heart. "Please, sir, don't punish me! I'm begging you!"
"Oh, God…" Sam whispered brokenly, but then Harry ripped his T-shirt off. Sam grabbed the thin wrists to stop Harry's stripping, but the boy screamed bloody murder at that:
"NO! PLEASE!"
"ENOUGH!" a voice boomed in the room suddenly, causing Harry to freeze. The others looked up and found Bobby in the bedroom doorway. The older man stepped into the room and gently pulled Harry up from Sam's lap. The boy moved without a sound that the others watched in surprise. Bobby led the boy to the side of the bed and laid him under the covers. Straightening up he looked at Sam, who jumped up instantly and joined his lover in the bed. Turning to Dean, the older Winchester stood up without a word and led Kyle out of the room. Bobby caressed Harry's tresses, who turned into Sam's arms, finally relaxing, and fell asleep, exhausted by the memories of the emotional and physical trauma. Sam sent a grateful look to his old friend, who nodded then left the room quietly, shutting the door behind himself.
TBC
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