Incandescence
Part Two
Conteniental Jump

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter. The Lugovaloses belong to themselves, though I am their chosen mediator so they can appear in this fic. If you want to borrow them, ask me and I'll relay the question. . . sigh

Warnings: This is SLASH! You have been warned. . . again.

Author's Note: I love my beta! Thank her for the new chapter. Um, I'll post as often as I can over break, but this won't get done because the story isn't. . . but that's life. Anyway, I know you've been waiting for this chapter, so I'll gift you. Please remember to review, since this is an OC laden story.

I hope you like the next chapter!
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Harry was excited when it was time to go to the farm. Chara would be staying with them for the first few days for a long weekend, and would then return to England and leave them in the care of Sirius and Remus and her other in-laws for the next few weeks. Everyone else going with them had just arrived and it was only going to be a matter of moments before they headed to the United States. Gripping his trunk harder in excitement, Harry carefully left his finger on the port-key everyone was touching. An old tire, just large enough for them all to grab on to.

Chara glanced at her watch. "Five, four, three, two, one. . . lift off!"

Harry nearly choked as he was lifted off the ground. It felt like someone had placed a hook behind his navel and was pulling him along as hard as they could, though the sensation was more unpleasant than painful. Gripping his trunk and the tire more tightly, he clenched his eyes shut and hoped he didn't vomit when he landed. That would be truly embarrassing.

The ground rushed up to meet him, and Harry stumbled forward, caught by a pair of strong arms. "Hey, baby," Phyrrus' voice was soothing. "You all right?"

Harry paused for a moment, taking stock of himself, then nodded slowly. "I think so. Just. . . nauseous."

"Understandable," Phyrrus laughed. "I was too, at first. River and Rayne are still puking out their guts. Have you ever taken a port-key before?"

Harry shook his head, wincing at the movement. Cyrrus, looking slightly white, grinned. "Then I give you a prize. Most people puke the first time they use any port key, never mind one that goes overseas, which are worse than the others. Phyrrus and I sure as hell did."

Harry offered them a weak smile and clung more tightly to Phyrrus as his belly decided to nearly revolt once again. Phyrrus rubbed his back gently, his voice a soft murmur in his ear. The tone was soothing and the words didn't matter since Harry couldn't understand them and probably wouldn't have cared anyway.

"Thanks, arudo," Harry murmured, finally managing to unpaste himself from Phyrrus' chest. Phyrrus kissed him gently and smiled.

"Always a pleasure," Phyrrus murmured, twining their fingers together.

Chara smiled at them, then clapped her hands. "All right. With so many of us, I had to make sleeping arrangements. We've got a house here, but there is no way it'll hold us all. Phyrrus, Cyrrus, and Harry will all be sharing Phyrrus' room. River and Rayne will be sharing their room with Hermione and Ginny. Sirius and Remus will have my room, and I'll have the couch, since I'm only going to be here for a couple of days. Lucius and Draco, you two will be sleeping at Grandma Lugovalos' house. Neville, Ron, and Percy will be at Leon's. Fred and George will by staying with Clayton, call him Clay please, and his wife Anya. Did I miss anyone?"

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with people I don't really know," Fred admitted.

"Don't worry. We're family," Chara shrugged and turned towards the house. "We all live near each other, mostly. Grandma Lugovalos and Clayton live right next to each other, and Leon and I are just down the road, not five hundred feet. See right over the bridge? That's where I live. But Grandma Lugovalos wanted to feed us, so we're here for lunch."

The group trooped inside the small house where Grandma Lugovalos lived and were greeted warmly by the small woman. Harry smiled, already feeling at home at the Lugovalos farm. "Good heavens we've got the troupe!" Grandma Lugovalos smiled and greeted them all happily, setting the last dish on the table after she'd hugged them. Calling for Leon and Severus, she sat down and motioned for the others to do the same.

Leon and Severus appeared, and Chara smiled. Being around people that cared for him was obviously having a great effect on the small potions master. He was gaining color and muscle rapidly from the sun and farm work, and his eyes had regained some of their youthful light from spending time with Leon. "How are you two?" Chara smiled at them, and Severus blushed, ducking behind the larger man.

"Very, very well." Leon admitted, pressing a kiss to Severus' hair. "What have you been up to?"

The ice officially broke at the comment, and the group started to eat while talking and laughing in enjoyment.
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River and Rayne dashed away to find some of the cousins their age after lunch, chattering happily all about England. Chara watched them leave, shrugging. "It's safe here," Chara told them with a grin. "We own quite a bit of the land around here. Make yourselves at home and be in by supper, which is at seven."

Phyrrus waved and led his peers from the house. Percy followed uncertainly. "I'm going to introduce you to some of the cousins that you might like," Phyrrus explained with a shrug. "Some that are closer to your age or interests. They're seventy four of them, so someone is likely to catch your fancy."

"Talking like a Brit, Phyrrus?" A tall woman that appeared about Sirius' age waved at the passing group.

"You know it, Aunt Lily," Phyrrus laughed, then explained, "That's my Aunt Anara, but she got the nick name Tiger Lily after the plant." The woman looked the part, with her bright orange hair and plant green eyes. The woman waved and returned to her vegetable patch, trying to get rid of the weeds that had sprung up since she had last pulled them nearly a week before.

"Lita and Mina are around," Tiger Lily called, not looking up. "Probably with your sisters."

"All right," Phyrrus called in reply. "They're Aunt Lily's daughters and ten. We're not sure who their father is, Aunt Lily never said.," He added, for the benefit of the others.

"I am never going to remember all this," Neville moaned.

"You will, just takes time." Phyrrus shrugged. "I've had a lifetime to learn. Now, I want to take you by Uncle Kelsey's. Percy will probably like his son, Anders. Anders just finished his first year at the university. He's a pain in the ass, but we love him anyway."

"I am not a pain in the ass," A cultured voice announced, making Phyrrus laugh heartily. "I'm a pain in your butt. The ass certainly doesn't care a thing about me. It's happily grazing in the back pasture."

Phyrrus and the newcomer both bit back laughter for several moments as the others finally processed their banter. Then the two cracked up, hanging on to each other as their English friends stared in shock. "Guys, this is Anders," Phyrrus laughed. "Damn, Anders, college sure has helped you sense of humor."

"It's helped my alcohol tolerance a bit as well," Anders grinned as Phyrrus continued to laugh. The arrogant, cultured lilt was gone from the other's voice, leaving him every bit the farmer. "Anders Lugovalos. Nice to meet you guys."

Introductions passed, and Percy blinked at Anders. Anders clearly took after Leon, with the same height, build and eye color, but Anders had bright golden blond hair, cut shaggily around his face. "He's studying magical history," Phyrrus made a face. "Like you could get any more boring."

"Hey! I resemble that, little cousin!" Anders cuffed Phyrrus, mocking offense. Phyrrus grinned.

"I figure you and Percy will get along for your love of rules and books. But he's not quite as family oriented." Phyrrus shrugged.

"Eh, we can fix that," Anders laughed and waved at Percy. "How about I finish your tour, and we can talk great literature. My cousin is a total boar--and I do mean the pig--about that. Can't tell great writing from his left toenail."

"Hey! I can too! It's my right toenail I'm having trouble with!" Phyrrus' indignation was clearly fake, and his comment made the others laugh. Anders offered a wave and led Percy away. Phyrrus held up a hand when the others made to move, gesturing for them to watch. They turned, confused, and did so.

Not ten feet from them, Anders wrapped an arm around Percy, leaning just a bit closer. Ron rolled his eyes. "Are all of you gay? How do you procreate?"

"Not all," Phyrrus snorted. "In fact, there's six out of all the kids and grandkids. Me, Anders, Leon, and two of my female cousins and Aunt Lily--but she's bi. We think."

"Oh."

Phyrrus shrugged. "But, judging from the way Percy's talking to Anders, I don't think he minds."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised," Hermione replied dryly. Ginny giggled and Cyrrus winked at her. The girl started to blush bright red, averting her eyes quickly. Cyrrus and Phyrrus exchanged grins and turned back to the group.

"So, dear Flame, who is our perfect match?" Fred and George chorus together.

"Couple of trouble maker cousins, Sally and Derik. Twins, like you. They belong to Uncle Kelsey and Aunt Felicia as well. They're a year younger than you are." Phyrrus led the way down the path and into a pleasantly sized house. "Uncle Kelsey has ten kids."

"Geeze. And people make fun of my family." Ron snorted.

"Well, we live longer, first of all. And aside from that, we're famers. More kids means more helping hands. And we tend to cycle. Uncle Kelsey's kids are mostly older than us. Sally and Derik are their youngest. So some of them are home while others aren't. Aunt Anya's and Uncle Clay's kids are all grown up already and some of them already have kids. A couple already have grandkids. That's just life."

"Wow. And Lily is only in her thirties?"

"Yeah. But that's normal for us here. Aunt Lily was a surprise, anyway." Phyrrus shrugged. "Come on. Sally and Derik really want to meet those two. And if any of you prank me or Harry, I'll beat you black and blue. Sally and Derik can testify."
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Anders smiled and pulled Percy a little closer to his side. The red head was about five feet eight inches, with an adorably freckled nose, big brown eyes, and very soft, curly hair. Anders couldn't help but appreciate the smaller's strong profile and delicate appearance. He obviously wasn't one for physical labor. His hands were even baby soft, though slightly stained with ink. Anders had managed to touch him, pretending he had just run into him while they were walking. Percy was still blushing lightly from the contact.

"You just graduated from Hogwarts, I take it?" Anders smiled at the red-head, who nodded, still slightly pink. "Phyrrus says it's nice there."

"Very," Percy replied curtly, and cursed his lack of social skills. He hadn't inherited that from his family, certainly. But Anders didn't seem to mind, just continued to talk about schooling and literature. Percy listened avidly, happy that he was able to break in and discuss some of his ideas and opinions about several of the books Anders mentioned. He thought Anders would have him on intellectual genius, and Anders might very well have, but none of what he was talking about went over Percy's head.

"What do you think of Phyrrus and Harry?" The abrupt topic change caught Percy off guard.

"I don't know," Percy admitted. "Flame doesn't really like me. I made his sisters stay in the girls dormitory at the beginning of the year. He was really upset and hasn't talked to me much."

"Phyrrus is a good one to hold a grudge," Anders admitted. "But he's still speaking to you somewhat, so he can't be that mad. He's probably just afraid you'll tease him for being stupid."

"What?" Percy blinked, trying to match up the two images.

"Okay, probably not. But if he's staying away from you, it's probably because you make him feel stupid." Anders laughed. "Don't worry about it. Phyrrus'll get over himself soon enough. What I want to know is do you turn the same way he and I both do?"

"Turn the same way?"

"Percy, lovely, I'm straight as a circle. Which way are you swinging?" Anders smirked. "Because I think you're cute."

Percy choked. "I've known you for two hours!"

"Yeah, so? I've been on dates with people I've known less than five minutes. Besides, you're interesting. At least we'd have something to talk about." Anders laughed at the poleaxe expression on Percy's face, leaning over to rub their noses together. Percy stiffened, but didn't step back as Anders leaned over further, their lips nearly touching. Percy could feel Anders lips brush his own as the elder smiled. "You needn't answer that now." And then Anders straightened back up.

Percy gulped and looked up at Anders with a wild-eyed expression. Anders didn't release his grip on Percy's arm, running off on the farm was a bad idea since Percy didn't know his way around. "You don't need to fear me, Percy. I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to do anything you don't want."

Percy let out a thin whimper, and wrapped his arms around himself, shaking. Anders frowned. "Percy?"

"You don't want me," Percy's voice was trembling. "No one could. I've already been claimed."

"What?" Anders frowned, confusion evident on his face. "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter," Percy snapped, turning away. "Like I don't."

"Did someone hurt you?" Anders was careful to keep his grip gentle. "While you were at Hogwarts?"

"I know I'm pretty, all right?" Percy snapped, and Anders felt his blood run cold. Of course, before Percy had filled out at all, he would have been far more feminine looking than he was now. His delicate features, ones that had to come from his mother, had turned more masculine, but Anders would bet it was only within the past couple of years. And Percy didn't really work out, he was physically weak. If someone managed to catch him by surprise and disarm him, it would hardly be difficult to restrain him.

"Someone raped you." Anders knew it. One of his female friends in high school had been raped. Anders had been one of the teens to catch the bastard. But she had acted like Percy. Mason, fortunately, had wonderful friends to help her through that time. Percy probably didn't.

"Yes." Percy's broken voice whispered. "Three years ago. One of the Slytherins caught me in the hall while I was patrolling for students out after curfew. He said I was pretty, and that I was his."

"How old was he?"

"Two years older than me." Percy couldn't face Anders, not with Anders knowing. Anders wrapped his arms around Percy in a gentle hug, feeling Percy stiffen, at first, then relax.

"And then you got more uptight about the rules, because you didn't want it to happen to anyone else, and you were too ashamed to tell the headmaster, and people began to hate you for being such a stiff." Anders filled in, even as Percy nodded. Anders could feel hot tears soaking into his shirt sleeve, but said nothing about them to Percy, just held the younger as he cried.

"I'm sure you hate me now," Percy murmured, and Anders shook his head.

"It's not your fault, Percy. That sick fuck that raped you, it was his fault. And you are not dirty, and you are not unlovable, and you are not easy. This isn't your fault, and you are not a whore."

Percy whirled to stare up at Anders, his tear-stained eyes looking at him with confusion and doubt. "You just want to fuck me too," Percy accused, and Anders sighed.

"I told you, Percy, I will take nothing more than you are willing to give me. Whether that is nothing, whether that is friendship, or whether that is something more. That is for you to choose, and I will not force you to do anything. I am not like that freak that raped you, do you understand that?" Anders hugged Percy, to offer comfort, and felt Percy hesitantly hug him in reply. Anders allowed Percy to release when he wanted to, and also let Percy choose the next direction.

"I don't want. . . I don't know. . ." Percy sighed. "I want to know you better, but I'd like to try. . . dating someone again. But I want a friend, too."

"That's what I'm supposed to be," Anders pointed out. "The person you're going to spend your life with should be your best friend and your lover. And if you want to take is slowly, that's fine. And if you just want to get to know me as a friend, that's also find. Just tell me."

Percy shrugged. "I'd like to try dating again, I suppose. If. . . you wouldn't mind taking it slowly."

Anders shook his head. "That's fine. Just set the pace."

Percy offered a shy smile and slipped his hand into Anders' twining their fingers together. Anders squeezed Percy's hand lightly and continued down the lane, to show the other the rest of the farm.
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"River! Rayne!" A girl with long orange hair caught up in pig-tails and big blue eyes waved to the little twins. A second girl that looked just alike, though she had her hair in one braid, waved as well, and the two little twins giggled and waved back.

"Hi, Lita! Hi, Mina!" River shouted. Lita, the girl with the pig tails, nodded and hurried towards the others, dragging her sister along.

"You missed seeing Phyrrus' boyfriend," Rayne accused.

"I know, but we found a new trail in the pasture," Mina shrugged. "And Uncle Robert had us out checking fences. We had three cows get out last night and we don't know how."

"That's not good." River frowned and chewed her lip. "Did you check the current?"

"The current?"

"Of the electricity," Rayne clarified. "Maybe someone turned it down. They could have broken the fence on their own. Or maybe they went under the fence."

"Where would they have done that?" Lita rolled her eyes.

"At the creek. That thing moves like a flag in the wind," River snorted. "Now, you need to meet Harry. We can tell Uncle Robert about the fence later. Just spell the place and he can fix it later."

"We can't do that yet," Lita snorted. Rayne sighed and waved her wand, muttering something under her breath, and then dragging them off towards where they had last seen Harry and Phyrrus. The two weren't there anymore, and the little twins groaned. They had so hoped to introduce Lita and Mina to their friends. But that would now come later, since the older ones had disappeared.

"Show us that new trail," River demanded, dragging them towards the pasture. "I want to see this place."

"Fine, but you'll get dirty," Lita warned.

Rayne offered her a Look. "We know that. That's why we have grubby clothes on. Now lets go."
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Harry sighed in relief as Phyrrus finally pawned off the last of their friends to his cousins. Some of them had started a game of Quid out in the back pasture, and Ron, Fred, and George were hooting happily as they flew with several of Phyrrus' cousins. Phyrrus grinned at Harry and nudged him to one side. "Come on," Phyrrus' breath was hot in Harry's ear as he led him towards the barn.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, following Phyrrus as softly as he could.

"The barn. Well, the hay loft, more exactly." Phyrrus had a wicked smirk on his face and Harry frowned.

"The hay loft?" Harry had the oddest look on his face.

"Certainly. Haven't you ever heard of a roll in the hay?" Phyrrus laughed at Harry's poleaxe expression. Harry smacked him, and Phyrrus gave a whine. "I was just kidding! But we are going to the hay loft."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't had you to myself in ages, and I can show you around tomorrow. Not that I haven't shown you around most of today anyway, getting rid of everyone." Phyrrus shrugged and pulled the barn door open. Both of them tip-toed inside, and Phyrrus shut the door, then made his way towards one wall, guided only by the light leaking in through the holes by the rafters. Scrambling up a combine tire they always left by the wall, he leaned down.

"Grab hold," Phyrrus whispered. Harry grabbed into Phyrrus, finding toeholds in the tire as Phyrrus pulled him up. The hay loft was warm and a little stuffy, smelling of cut hay and summer. He led Harry towards the back, by the large door, and shoved it partly open to let in some light. Phyrrus settled on one of the bales in the sun, allowing the warm rays to hit him, and tugged Harry onto his lap. Harry sighed and rested his head on Phyrrus' chest.

"I've missed this," Harry admitted, grinning slightly. "We really haven't had time to ourselves."

"I know." Phyrrus laughed. "So, what did you think about that new quidditch team? They're really on fire."

"Yeah, but the Minnesota Quid team is not doing well," Harry snorted. "They really suck."

"One reason I root for the team in Kentucky. They're really good."

"Yeah, professionally." Harry laughed. "But everyone knows you lot in the states are more into the stuff at the university. Which team is it again?"

"Illinois State," Phyrrus smirked. "They're still best in the league this year."

"Because none of you are fair weather fans," Harry chuckled, snuggling closer and ignoring the heat.

"Not about ISU," Phyrrus agreed, nuzzling Harry's soft, black hair. Harry tilted his head back and allowing Phyrrus to press a kiss to his lips.

Harry turned and straddled Phyrrus' hips, wrapping his arms around Phyrrus' neck. Phyrrus' large hands wrapped around Harry's slender waist, holding him close and deepened the kiss, lapping at Harry's lips with his tongue. Harry allowed him entrance, their tongues sparring for several long moments. Phyrrus pulled him closer, and Harry allowed it, leaning into him. Phyrrus allowed Harry to force him backwards. Harry followed him down, hands hesitantly running over Phyrrus' stomach. Phyrrus returned the favor, tickling Harry lightly and flipping them, nuzzling Harry's nose.

Phyrrus made sure not to loose himself in feeling, and when Harry moved his hands away, he quit and sat up, taking Harry with him. Harry buried his face in Phyrrus' neck, breathing heavily. Phyrrus pressed a kiss to Harry's head and smiled. "I missed that, too."

Harry threw his head back and laughed. Phyrrus squeezed Harry more tightly, running his hands over Harry's sides and tickling him with a grin on his face. Harry choked and started laughing again, squirming to get away. Phyrrus twisted, forcing Harry down with his weight so he couldn't squirm away and continued to tickle the wiggling Harry. Phyrrus was laughing by then, too, and stopped tickling Harry for a moment.

"Enjoying yourself yet, baby?" Phyrrus chuckled.

"Shut up, you," Harry snorted, grabbing Phyrrus' face to press a kiss to his lips. Phyrrus purred and leaned into the kiss, pressing against Harry's lips with his tongue. Harry allowed Phyrrus entrance, tilted his head back slightly to receive more of the kiss. Sliding his hands up Harry's sides, Phyrrus pressed the smaller teen closer, wrapping his arms around Harry's back and sliding one hand up to support his head. Harry twisted his fingers in Phyrrus' hair, content to enjoy the feelings that Phyrrus was sending though him.

They broke the kiss after several moments, both panting. Phyrrus leaned down to nuzzle the crook of Harry's neck, pressing soft kisses there. Harry moaned and threw his head back, baring his throat to Phyrrus' ministrations. Breathing heavily, Harry's green eyes fluttered open. "S-stop, Phyrrus," He moaned, pressing his hands against Phyrrus' chest. Phyrrus kissed Harry's neck a few more times before kissing him lightly on the lips and pulling back.

Both boys were flushed and panting, and Harry smiled up at his boyfriend. Phyrrus rolled off Harry easily and Harry leaned back against the other, smiling. "Missed it more than you let on, hm?" Harry grinned and red tinted Phyrrus' cheeks and ears.

The two turned back to talking, subjects ranging from quid to school to their professors, and they spent the rest of the afternoon until supper in the hay loft, alternating between light making out and talking. When it was finally time to go in for supper, they were feeling happier than they had in quite some time. They had needed to spend some quality time by themselves without others being around to break in.
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