A few reviewers pointed out a few loopholes that I accidentally created. I'm in the process of deciding how to address them in the story. Before I post a new chapter I always reread the last few chapters that I've posted and skim over the next few that I plan to post to make sure that they fit together but somehow, even though I've read this damn thing a million times, I totally missed the problems. Oops. I am going to address the biggest issues but it probably won't be for a few chapters (I'm usually between 7-10 chapters ahead of what I have posted so reworking this may be a bit sticky).
Enjoy your Bill!
WARNING: mild sex scene (probably doesn't even merit the M rating I've given the story) toward the end of the chapter (scene break marked by ). This is clearly between two men, one of whom has not yet turned 17. If this bothers you, you should probably leave now. Or at least do us both a favor and skip past that part.
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Chapter 12Harry stood in the sitting room with his father, waiting for the arrival of his…Bill. He was nearly jumping in nervous excitement. It had been over a month since he had last seen Bill. It was also his first time ever having a visitor over to his house. His house. Merlin that felt strange to say.
Severus noticed the excitement and smiled. Yes, it had been a good decision to allow the Weasley boy to come for a visit. He congratulated himself on his planning. If this made Harry happy then it would be worth it, opening his manor to a Gryffindor and a Weasley to boot.
Finally Bill appeared in front of them, facing the wall. He stared at the opulence of the room before turning around and spotting Harry and Severus. He nodded to Severus in silent greeting before turning his attention to Harry.
Merlin he had changed! Harry stood nervously awaiting Bill's inspection. Bill could scarcely wrap his mind around the new Harry. Harry had been handsome before but now he was downright beautiful. Somehow the changes had allowed him to retain his androgynous quality and perhaps increase it, if that was at all possible, but more importantly it had done so while allowing him to look like an adult.
Before he had been slightly androgynous but it had appeared to be something he may grow out of. Now it was blatantly obvious that this was what an adult Harry looked like. He was petite but powerful. His eyes had darkened from the previous Killing Curse Green to a rich emerald green. His decidedly masculine jaw offset his large, beautiful eyes and long, dark eyelashes. His hair was longer and now had thick red highlights running through it but it did nothing to detract from the aura of masculinity that Harry still carried, regardless of his numerous feminine characteristics.
Bill finally drew a breath again and smiled. Harry took this as a sign of approval and he rushed forward to throw his arms around his lover. Bill held him close for a moment, resting his chin on Harry's head. Bill noticed the added height and was pleased for Harry. He had never cared how tall Harry was but he knew that it bothered his short lover. With his added inches, Harry was probably now an even foot shorter than Bill.
Harry finally drew away from Bill. "I'm glad you could come." Bill started at the silky voice that Harry now had but quickly recovered. It was only to be expected. He looked over at Snape who was still glaring at him, although the level of animosity seemed to be reduced to that consistent with the smartest of Ravenclaws—a glare level that Gryffindors rumored to be true but no one had ever experienced before. He offered a smile in return.
Snape found himself irrationally irritated that Weasley was now as tall as he was. His glares lost much of their power when he couldn't look down his nose at the miscreant…er…boyfriend.
"I came as soon as I could. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were in Surrey." Harry's face clouded over at the memory but Bill quickly carried on. "Have you told the rest of the family yet about all of this?" Bill had learned to acknowledge the experiences that Harry had with his muggle family without dwelling on them. He did not want Harry to ever think that he either did not know what happened or did not care what happened nor did he want to pressure Harry into discussing them. Whenever they spoke of the muggles it was always Harry who brought the topic up. Bill wanted Harry to see him as someone he could always go to when he wanted to talk about the abuse and not someone who would pressure him into giving details.
"I sent letters to Ron and Hermione telling them that everything worked as expected and that I would be staying at Hogwarts for the summer. I mentioned that Dumbledore had something important to tell me but haven't told them what it was yet. I wasn't quite certain how to…" he faded off.
"Don't worry. We can work on a letter to them later if you want. Merlin Harry, you look like a little Snape dressed like that!"
Harry looked down at his all black ensemble in embarrassment. "I am a little Snape. None of my clothes fit me very well though and…" he awkwardly searched for a word to call his father. "The Professor decided to shrink some of his clothes to fit me." Snape looked momentarily disappointed at Harry's chosen title but quickly recovered his composure. It was only natural, after all, that Harry would hesitate to call him anything else. They had only found out the truth around twenty-four hours ago.
Bill smiled. "It's a good look for you. Ron will absolutely die though."
"Yeah, I guess it is kind of a shock. Somehow I feel like this is more…me though. Do you know what I am saying?"
Snape's silky voice finally filled the room. "It is natural for you to feel more comfortable in this guise as it is your true form. As the years wore on the glamour was undoubtedly growing more uncomfortable for you. It might have broken soon. It was certainly beginning to crack more."
"That's true. I was never able to change my hair at all until the summer after fifth year when I was suddenly able to grow it long and my eyesight had slowly been correcting itself. I don't even need glasses anymore!"
"Had your eyesight been improving before the glamour was removed?"
"Yes, a bit" Harry said. "It had probably gotten about 50 better. Poppy fixed my glasses for me a few times over the last year so they wouldn't hurt my eyes. She was baffled as to what was making my eyes change for the better."
Severus smirked. He enjoyed seeing the unflappable mediwitch confused about something. She was too damn smart. He turned his attention to the irritatingly tall Weasley standing so brazenly in his sitting room. "How long will you be staying, Weasley?"
"I'm not certain. I figured I'd stay at least for the weekend. I might need to be back at work on Monday though, I'll just need to see what is going on at Gringott's. Some days are definitely busier than others." Bill's arm absently pulled Harry closer in to his side, his hand running up and down Harry's ribcage.
Severus nodded, using all of his power to remain rooted to his place and not tear Weasley's hands off his body. "Why don't you show your guest up to his room?" Severus tried to accentuate the "his" part to encourage Harry to house his guest in a separate room but evidently Harry missed or ignored the not-so-subtle hint.
Harry grabbed Bill's free hand and pulled him toward the door. "Wait 'til you see my room! You'll love it. My bed is huge! There's windows everywhere and loads of bookshelves and…" Snape heard Harry chattering as the two boys walked down the hall. He sighed. Much as he wanted to yell after Harry that Bill needed to stay in separate quarters he wasn't certain that he could deny his son anything. Harry's joy at having Bill there was palpable and he would do nothing to diminish it.
He decided to leave the boys to their own devices until lunch. He didn't even want to think about what they were doing for entertainment up there. He almost found himself wishing for the old days when his greatest worry about Harry's mischief was whether he would wander into a corridor that he shouldn't be in or how late he was for curfew, not whether he was entertaining a Weasley in his bed.
He sighed. Maybe he was getting old or something. But no, that didn't explain it. He clearly wasn't terribly old fashioned: Harry was, after all, conceived out of wedlock by a boy who was barely over age and a girl who was most decidedly not yet. Why on earth did the thought of Weasley and his son bother him so much? Maybe it was some strange affliction that hit new fathers or something. He decided not to look any further into the matter, knowing he would only expose his own lie to himself. He had only had a son for a day or so…he really needed to stop blaming his strange behavior on him. Perhaps he was already starting to love his son.
To take his mind off the disturbing mental image of a Weasley in bed with his son and the rather terrifying thought of actually loving another human being again for the first time since Lily, he decided to go to his potions lab and do a bit of work. He wanted to brew a fresh vitamin enhancer for Harry. When the potions were brewed for a specific individual slight changes could be made to strengthen the potion's effect for the patient.
He had always brewed Harry's potions at school but he had never known that they were for Harry so he had not made any allowances. He shook his head. Even if he had known it would not have mattered. He would never have put in the extra effort to make the potion better.
As he got a thick pewter cauldron out from the cabinet he felt the sense of relief he always felt upon entering his lab. He truly was more at home there than he was anywhere else. Perhaps making the potion would distract him from his thoughts. He often found that if he was stressed out and he stopped to focus on a potion that by the end of his work he would have worked the problem out without consciously thinking about it. Somehow the distraction allowed his mind to come to terms with problems and to see new solutions where seemingly none had existed before. Perhaps the potion would help him to understand what was really going on with his emotions recently.
Harry pulled Bill into his room and slammed the door shut. Bill didn't give the décor a second glance as he spun Harry around and pushed his back into the door. Mouths descended into a long and hungry kiss. It had been entirely too long. "Missed you" Harry moaned, desperate to feel his lover's skin against his once again. Harry's small fingers scrabbled to undo the buttons on his lover's shirt, only succeeding in opening a few in his lust filled haze.
Bill anticipated the problem though as he bent down and swept Harry up in his arms. He turned once again to the room and spotted the bed in the far corner. A few long strides brought him to the edge of the bed and he tossed Harry on it and quickly following him down. "My bed is huge my ass. You are such a tease making me walk through this huge house making me think about you on this bed" he growled as he licked and nipped at Harry's neck.
Harry's gasps and mewls filled the room and he tried to form a coherent defense. He quickly gave up and decided to expend his energy in getting his lover naked. He finally managed to remove Bill's shirt and Bill made quick work of stripping Harry of his borrowed clothes.
Bill lifted Harry up higher on the bed as he bent down to take Harry in his mouth. Harry nearly screamed as Bill swallowed him completely, bucking up off the bed. He tugged wildly at Bill's long hair. "I won't" he gasped "last long if you keep doing" he moaned "oh…that. Oh bloody hell keep going."
Bill smirked but he released his lover and flipped him over onto his stomach and rearranged his limbs as he wanted them with one hand as he tugged his own pants off with the other. Bill was always extremely gentle although he did have a habit of simply lifting his small lover bodily and moving him to suit his desires. He was scared to be too rough with Harry since he was so much larger than he was. It was easy to forget his strength and size. He was a foot taller than Harry and had to outweigh him by eighty pounds, not to mention he was incredibly well muscled. Harry typically took a submissive role in their lovemaking which suited them both.
Some might have been surprised that he was willing to give up control so easily after what his uncle had done to him but in truth, Harry never really thought about it anymore. Bill's touch was so different from his uncle's that he only rarely made the connection between what Bill and he did in bed together and what his uncle had done to him.
After a furiously passionate round of lovemaking the two collapsed into each other's arms to rest. Bill shifted Harry over so that Harry's head rested on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around Harry's slight form. He smiled over Harry's messy hair. His lover might feel significantly taller with his added two inches but he was still tiny. He slowly ran his fingers through the soft hair as they lay quietly, wrapped up in their own thoughts.
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A/N: More to come later explaining a bit of how Harry can have a sexual relationship with Bill after his Uncle's molestation. Hope you enjoyed our lovely red head's entrance. Review!