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A Little Lost, Finding Chapter 12
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Harry and Sirius literally fell through Sirius's bedroom door, in the middle of their make out session. Harry landed on top of Sirius and let out a soft moan before his lips where attacked by Sirius's. Harry straddled Sirius's lap and pinned the man's arms above his head. Harry smiled down at Sirius and leant down to kiss Sirius but at the last moment Harry moved his mouth and bit Sirius softly on the ear. Sirius let a moan escape from his mouth and he arched up with desire.
Harry smirked and licked his way down Sirius's neck, Harry bit down on the nape of Sirius's neck, causing the man to howl. Harry suddenly jumped off Sirius and stood a few metres away from him.
Sirius propped himself up on his elbows and pouted at Harry. Harry smiled and motioned for Sirius to come to him.
Sirius didn't need telling twice and he was immediately standing, he walked up to Harry and pulled him into a fiery kiss. Harry moaned and ran his hands up Sirius's arms. Sirius guided Harry slowly to the bed; Harry's hands slowly rubbed their way down Sirius chest and latched themselves onto the hem of his shirt and Harry tugged upwards.
Sirius lifted his arms above his head and swayed his hips a little.
Harry tugged the shirt over Sirius's head and tossed it to some part of the room. Harry swapped places with Sirius and pushed him up against the bed. Sirius fell back on the bed and as soon as his back hit the soft mattress he pulled Harry down for a kiss.
Sirius traced Harry's chest with his hands and slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, Sirius brought his mouth to Harry's neck and sucked, a low moan escaping from Harry.
Harry kissed down Sirius neck and trailed his lips on Sirius's skin till he reached his prize. Harry kissed a dusky nipple, nipping it playfully, lapping at it to soothe the sting. He repeated the treatment on the other one causing Sirius to moan and arch up. Harry moved on to tenderly kiss the many scars that littered Sirius' chest. Sirius clutched at the sheets, mewling and moaning with need. Harry lapped a path down to Sirius' navel, tugging at hair, nipping at skin. He plunged his tongue into Sirius' navel making the older man gasp and arch of the bed.
Sirius pulled Harry back up and kissed him feverously, Sirius rolled over and pushed Harry onto the mattress
Sirius bought his mouth down the final centimetres and savagely crushed their lips together. Harry's tongue probed at Sirius's mouth, and Sirius let him in, slipping his own tongue in as well. The two tongues battled each other for dominance, until, surprisingly, Sirius let Harry gain the upper hand. Harry began to slowly probe the man's mouth, tasting every nook and cranny he could find.
Sirius moved a hand down Harry's hard chest, his fingers trailing leisurely down till they reached the button on Harry's jeans.
Harry felt the button on his jeans being fiddled with.
"Siri?" Harry whispers
Sirius's hand stops and the man looked up at him through lustful eyes
"Yeah" Sirius answers
"Umm…"
Sirius looks worriedly up at Harry "What is it Har?"
Harry bites his lip and sends Sirius an apologetic look.
"You don't mind if we don't go any further tonight?" Harry asks meekly
Sirius smiles up at Harry and kisses him softly
"When ever your ready Har" Sirius whispers and kisses him reassuringly
Sirius lay down beside Harry. Harry curled up to him, His head in the nook of Sirius's neck, arm draped over Sirius's chest, his fingers lazily tracing over Sirius's skin.
Sirius kissed Harry's forehead and wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist.
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Harry looked around; everything was pitch black, the only evidence of light was the light seeping in through the cracks above him. Harry stood still; he could hear and feel people running around him, he could almost hear the panic emitting from the bodies around him. Suddenly a body smashed into Harry, sending him to the soft muddy ground and causing his glasses to fly off his face. Harry moaned and pushed off the ground, he blindly searched for his glasses; hands roaming the ground below and around him. Harry yelled in frustration, his scar was beginning to throb violently; he closed his eyes and pounding the ground underneath him with his fists.
Harry's scar abruptly stopped pounding against his skull and Harry opened his eyes in confusion; the muddy ground had turned into stone. Harry blinked several times trying to clear up his blurry vision and looked around the room, as far as he could tell it was just a large chamber with statues and candles placed everywhere, at the end of the room, was what looked like a throne set upon a high platform.
A tall person appeared in front of Harry, and Harry took a step back from the person, said person handed him an object, and Harry immediately recognized the cool metal as his glasses, he placed them on his face and watched as his vision became clear. Harry looked up at the person who was now sitting in the throne; Harry gulped as he saw the long black diamond snake curl itself up the side of the chair.
"Voldemort" Harry hissed.
Voldemort nodded "Potter" he greeted
Harry looked down 'This feels so real, but it can't be…can it?'
"Oh, trust me Harry Potter, this dream is very real"
Harry snapped his head up in Voldemort's direction, who was absentmindly stoking Nagini
"So, .why the hell am I here?" Harry snapped
Voldemort grinned and he stood from his chair and swept across the room to Harry, one of his fingers sliding down Harry's cheek, Harry shuddered at the contact and stared defiantly at Voldemort
"I was bored." Voldemort answered simply.
"You were bored!" Harry repeated in disbelief
Voldemort nodded then started to circle Harry slowly.
Harry watched Voldemort thinking 'something is so wrong with this!"
"And why did you choose me to share a dream with!" Harry nearly screamed
"It was so much easier to choose you, as you know we already share a bond through that wonderful scar of yours" Voldemort said as he walked back to his throne.
Harry shook his head "That's what Dumbledore says"
Voldemort violently turned around his face in rage
"NEVER! EVER SAY DUMBLEDORE IN MY PRESENCE!" he yelled
Harry flinched and his eyes widen in fear, as Voldemort shot is wand out in Harry's direction.
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort yelled.
Harry's breathe caught in his thought, as he watched helplessly as the light came toward him.
Harry woke in a fright, his body had broken out in a sweat and felt clammy, his breathing was laboured and his scar pricked uncomfortably. Harry untangled himself from Sirius's arms; which were wrapped tightly around his waist and rushed to the bathroom.
Harry turned on the tap and repeatedly splashed his face with the cold water, he grabbed the edges of the sink tightly and looked at himself in the mirror; his scar a bright red. Harry's eyes drifted over the mirror scanning each part of his face, and thinking.
'That felt real, so real, too real to be a dream! Voldemort said it wasn't a dream, but how could it not be just a dream? And Voldemort looked so much different"
Harry gasped
'He looked like he was 17 again, but it also appears like his maturity has shrunk back to a 17 year old boy, it has it's advantages, but how? Or most importantly why?'
Harry groaned and leant his forehead against the mirror, his breathing fogging up the mirror. He turned around and went back to the bed, slipt in beside Sirius and held onto his beloved, unable to fall asleep again.
Hey all,
The dream in this chapter is mainly because I was running out of ideas, but the dream has now opened up possible future chapters, like in the next chapter Harry barges into the order meeting (Pulling down the wards surrounding the room as well) and demands answers about Voldemort. It might be hard for me to update because I have four more stories going, but I am pretty sure I am going to drop my In My Heart one, I'll pick it up next hols or something!
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