This story contains copious amounts of homosexual bestiality. This means, lots of weird looking penises, kink, and possible tentacle fucking. This is PORN WITH A PLOT! BE WARNED!

i have decided this will not follow the deathy hallows plot. it makes things way easier.

dialogue "blah"

thoughts 'blah'

parseltongue ::blah::

letters 'blah'

Ch 2- Cozen Turned Brother

It was 11:45 when Harry woke up on July 30th, the eve of his seventeenth birthday. His mind was racing with the quickly fading details of his dream and was completely unaware of the upcoming event. Then again, why would he? His birthday had gone generally unprecedented for his entire life until he made it to the burrow every year. Besides…that dream had been the best he'd had in Fey knows how long; he wanted to finish it.

Flashes of golden yellow, the glorious sensations of dull green scales scraping against his skin as he ground his hips against the muscular coils of his Basilisk filled his mind completely, and his whole body caught fire again, blood churning its way to the appendage between his legs.

::Merlin…:: Harry hissed out, recalling what he could of the dream as he lowered his hands under the elastic of his boxers, gliding his fingers down his length before wrapping around his tip, giving it a placid squeeze that left him gasping for breath.

Ever so slowly, he pressed his thumb over the slit of his head as he stroked his fingers in small circles, up and down the prominently throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. It had become his ritual of sorts, a way to get himself close in the slowest and most pleasurable way possible, drawing himself out, saving his speed for the last few moments until he would finally come, screaming out as if it were someone else, not himself bringing him to the gates of Nirvana.

Harry writhed and squirmed under the pleasure of his own hands as his other came down to cup himself, thinking of the way Sheka had let his tail glide underneath, lifting his sack just enough, before sliding over the feint crease between them, just as his fingers were doing now. Gods he wanted it so badly! To hear Sheka hissing obscenities into his ear, taunting him as that tail gripped his cock, preventing Harry from coming until he had the mercy to allow it. To feel whatever his serpent used to fornicate within him, to spill his load into him as stars burst behind his eyes, mouth wide open in a scream of rapture as he came all over himself and his partner.

The thought of loosing his virginity in such an utterly sinful way had him on the brink of completion, and without a second thought he slid his hand down the crease of his buttocks, pressing a single digit into himself, pumping his fist up and down his cock for all he was worth. All he had to do was focus his mind on that presently invisible cock stretching his tight ring of muscle to its limits as it thrust in and out of him, just thinking of that moment when they would finally come together, and the violent and spastic hissing that spilled from his lips was banished to make way for a desperate shriek of his basilisks name as cum burst from his head, seeping over his talented fingers, his back arching sharply off of the mattress before collapsing into a boneless heap.

For a few moments he lay there, panting and gasping for breath as he let the sensitivity of his post orgasm glow dissipate. Fuck, but that had to be the best wank of his life. If he had known that thinking of Sheka would make it that much better…just…damn!

He really couldn't wait to see him again. Even though their meeting had been short, and conversation even more so, he felt inexplicably drawn to him; not quite torn apart by the absence of his presence, but all the same, not quite whole.

After he had left him with Snape; the dungeon bat be damned, he had gone through the worst week of detentions he had ever bore witness too. Five full hours every night with filch, sorting files, scrubbing toilets, chiselling bogeys from the bottom of the anti-hygienic Squib's desk; it nearly drove him mad with disgust.

However his summer had been ironically pleasant, if not lonely. The Dursley's knew that Harry's coming of age was soon, and he would be allowed to do as he wished to them if he felt reason. As such, their fear of his magic had returned with a vengeance and they had done everything in their power to ignore him completely; kindness was just not in their capacity.

'Wait a tick…' harry's eyes unglazed instantly as his head turned over to the clock on his bedside desk, which read 12:02.

"Heh." He laughed shortly. 'Best birthday present I ever gave myself.' he thought thankful that his uncle Vernon snored loud enough to block out his rather vocal orgasm. With a dramatic stretch he lifted his hands above his head, yawning out as he sat up, wiping his soiled hands on the blanket that after this day, he would never have to see again.

'How ceremonial.' He thought with another short chuckle. Lifting himself from the bed, he ruffled his hair out of habit and walked over to Hedwig's cage, frowning at its filthy condition. With a short spike of magic from his hand, he whispered a quiet "Acio." And his wand flew out from under his pillow into his open hand. A tiny smile of appreciation peaked at the corner of his mouth as he uttered a cleaning spell, Hedwig's cage looking all but fresh off the shelf, just as a tapping caught his attention.

As if on cue Hedwig, accompanied by no less than five other owls waited at his window, bursting through in a heap when Harry magicked it open.

"Peep!" Harry looked down to see a tiny bug eyed pigmy owl tugging at his leg as it flapped its little wings, cheeping up at him in such a way that Harry nearly felt his heart break in two out of the sheer cuteness of the little thing. Harry smiled and bent down, lifting Pigwidgeon to the bed in the palm of his hand as I nibbled his thumb affectionately. "Chirp, preep!" it trilled at him lifting its leg which held a shrunken envelope. With a smile he took it appreciatively and stroked his head before turning to the others, including a very jealous looking Hedwig, her feathers ruffled on end to show her displeasure of being ignored so.

"Aww I'm sorry, girl." He apologized, scratching the side of her head where she loved it so much. A soft coo throbbed in her throat, showing her master her forgiveness, nibbling at his sleeve before nudging her head to the side, her grown feathers puffing proudly as he spotted the rather large parcel she had managed to fly over from Hogwarts, no doubt filled with an assortment of uneatable confections from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid.

The first thing he did was untie the packages and letters from the clearly exhausted birds, pile them onto his bed and produce enough bowls of food and water for them as he turned his attention to the tiny letter, which he un-shrunk, and opened, reading the nearly illegible scribbles. He knew this must be from Ron.

'OMGWTF!

Sorry, ignore that first part. I was just testing out if that textileing thing worked out on parchment as well as inside those cordless phellytones. Dad was so sure it was some sort of synthetic muggle made magic or some such buggery. I proved him wrong, but then this was the last blank parchment in the house.'

Harry gave a loud snort of amusement. Rom had never learned the proper terms of the cell phone his father had been given for his birthday by Hermoine last year. Mr. Weasley had been ecstatic when she had begun to explain and demonstrate its mechanics. He didn't know why, but the girl somehow received some sort of sick pleasure from seeing the man go nutters over complicated muggle inventions. He was glad that Ron had finally begun to act so friendly to him again. It had been very hard for the both of them when Ginny had died. The guilt on Harry's part and the furry on Ron's had taken the greater part of three years to die down. Only after Hermione had seen this and locked them in the ROR had they even spoken in a civil manner. And even afterwards, it had only been in the last few months that they had been able to joke around like old times, through their letters. It was a very welcome change.

'I can't believe it's finally here; seventeen at long last. Never thought this kind of tragedy would happen to you, mate; of age and still a virgin.'

Harry chucked softly, deflecting the twinge of resentment he felt at that prod to his ego bubble. He could always count on the redhead to do that.

'Agh, you know I'm just yankin' your chain (metaphorically speaking.)' Harry could just see Ron's pen itching to kill the joke and jot down a short "wink, wink" at the end of that. 'Anyhoo, I wanted to tell you that Dumbledore has finally given in. That black horned owl over that is coming to u sometime today,' Harry glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough, there it was, head under its wing, preening itself. 'It's Fawks under a transfiguration charm. He didn't want to attract too much attention, but Dumbledore wanted to send you an official request that you join the order. Mione' and me have to wait another year. I reckon its cause he wants to give you extra training ahead of time or what not. He also mentioned something else but I didn't catch all of it; something about foreign relations, I think

Mum is absolutely giddy that you're visiting us again. I don't see why she was worried that you wouldn't. But then again, something is really wrong with her moods lately. I think she's starting menopause. Thank Merlin she waited until I turned old enough to live on my own to start up her hot flashes. I don't even think I can handle another month of this before start of term. She's gone starkers! You'll see when you get over here mate.

Well, I'm running out of room on this, so I'm going to just hope you can figure out what to do with your gift on your own. Oh and for the record, in case mum finds out, it was Fred and George's ide-gah! No more space! Happy Birthday, Harry!

Ron'

Harry shook his head in amusement at the last three sentences squished into the bottom right corner. Why hadn't he just expanded the page, the bloody git?

As he set the letter down he noticed that Errol, the other Weasley owl had hopped up next to Pig and was looking up at him expectantly. Without a second thought he took the parcel from him and began unloading.

First was the traditional, Molly Weasley jumper, this time in an ironically tasteful deep ocean green. He felt the fabric in his hands and smiled. It was traditional wool, but this year it had been spelled to feel soft and much less coarse a material, like a kittens furr. He would have to make sure to thank her for taking extra care into his gift this year.

Underneath the clothing, was a rather extensive load of miniature cakes, tarts and even a raspberry swirl pie. He was sure they would not disappoint, and found himself correct when he sampled one of the tarts, all but shivering with appreciation to the zest of the lemon filing.

When he got to the gift from the Weasley twins he had resorted to covering his mouth and nose to suppress a snort of laughter, his cheeks turning as red as Ron's hair when he pulled out two shirts and a pair of leather pants. Pinned to the leg of the leathers was a small note reading,

'We figured that in your current situation you could use some equipment to catch yourself a good shag sometime before your bits get saggy, cause as it is, your failing miserably. Enjoy!

Gred and Forge.'

Harry laughed out loud hen he unfolded the shirts, wondering how in the name of all that is holy they smuggles these in here without Godzilla Mom breaking their necks. The first was a rather overtight shirt that Harry had no doubt was supposed to show off his chest and abbs, not that he had much of that, but what really got him was when he read the front.

"if you think this shirt is tight…" he muttered, taking a full two seconds to get the joke before sputtering out in a splash of blood from his nose at the mental images it so creatively brought to mind. The other was no less tame as on the front was an arrow pointing up sporting "the man" and the back reading "the legend" over an arrow pointing in the direction of his arse. He could just imagine the horror on their mother's face if she saw Harry wearing any of this.

Finally under all of that was Ron's gift, and when he opened the envelope, he wasn't sure he could believe it. Inside was an expensive looking silver earring and a gift certificate to "La Aubepine – tattoo parlor."

Harry's jaw hit the floor. Forget the twin's gift; Molly would go bloody insane if she found out what Ron had given him. This had to be the best gift he'd ever gotten saver his firebolt and invisibility cloak. Harry quickly pulled out a scrap parchment and scribbled down a damn near page long thank you note to Ron and the twins for giving him the idea(and molly and Arthur for their gifts) and quickly sent pig and Errol home, well fed and watered. He made a short mental note to take Ron and his brothers with him when he used the gift.

Hermone's letter was relatively short, as was and unspoken tradition with her.

'hello harry,

Well you can imagine how proud of you and ron I am for putting everything aside. Its been far too long and I was ready to take the sticks out of your arses myself.'

Harrys expression was incredulous, had Hermione just- 'Yes Harry, I said arse, so be a dear and close your mouth, you look like a fish out of water.' Harry did just that, sniggering at how well Hermione knew him. 'I still cant believe its our last year of Hogwarts. And your finally of age! What was your first legal spell? Knowing you it would probably be something like hexing your horrid cosen, but I hope it was something less petty. Ron is terrified of his mother for some reason; do you have any idea why? I haven't the faintest. Well, Ron isn't too happy about you're invite to join the order, he was ranting all day and night over here at Grim when Professor Dumbledore told us. But he finally got over it I suppose. I'm just a bit worried about you, your workload will be monstrously large without the training. I would advise thinking rather extensively on your decision. Well, I hope you like your gift and I'll see you later today after Lupin picks you up. He's so excited to see you that he's practically jumping around like a puppy. I have never seen him like this. It's rather funny.

Happy Seventeenth Harry,

Hermione.'

Harry noted the fact that if he were to answer this he would probably take up a good stack of parchment paper. He decided to wait until his arrival to do it and unwrapped his gift to see the (again) traditional book labelled "An egregiously long and exhausting list of curses and their counter spells." With a spell-o-sticky on it saying that the title was over exaggerated and that it was actually quite enjoyable.

The next gift was from…snape? Harry looked at the envelope to make sure he hadn't accidentally intercepted a letter meant for someone else. But his name was right there, in that overly elegant scrawl.

'Mr. Potter,

First of all; no, I have not gone mad. So please dispose of any notions to have me sent to St. Mungo's in order to get out of writing your potions essay. It will not happen and I expect it to be done to the best of your mediocre abilities.

I would like to send this gift as a formal apology for the third night of detention that I assigned you. Even though you are an appalling brat with a head, bulbous from egotistical inflation (Get those filthy adolescent images out of your mind or I shall have to Scourgify that pitiful excuse of a brain you have.), nobody deserves to be forced to make contact with any bodily fluids produced by that deplorable Squib; without at the very least, a pair of dragon hide gloves.

Sincerely,

Professor Severus Snape.'

Harry's eyes at this point were the size of tea saucers when he saw the small vial stuck to the letter and read the tiny note beside it.

'Should you waste this, it is not my fault. But I hope you will find it to good use.'

The vial was labled 'Antiveritum'. Snape had given him the antidote to Veriteserum?

"Hell's frozen over." He muttered as he stared in shock at the gift. Something this valuable…Snape had to be feeling very guilty. Who knew the man was capable of such things?

Hagrid strangely had not sent him a gift, which led Harry to worry just a bit on the wellbeing of the half giant.

The final letter was quite thick and labled appropriately by the headmaster.

Mr. H Potter

Smallest bedroom,

4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging,

Surrey

Inside was a detailed list of his needed school supplies consisting of a list of books, potions materials, and a notice that all seventh year students required a wand holster, as dense would be extensively interactive this year involving proper duelling.

Aside from that, was a letter from Dumbledore, no doubt about his offer to allow Harry to join the Order.

'Dear harry,

How are you my boy? I assume well, as you are no doubt feasting on Molly's rather marvellous confections. Before I move on to the more serious matters, I assure you that Hagrid is perfectly fine. He and Madame Maxime are currently on Holliday in the Swedish Alps and are otherwise, occupied with themselves. However on their return you should expect a ring around his new Fiance's finger. I will let him give you all the details as the ramblings of this old man never seem to end and I'm sure you would agree.' Harry chuckled at the Headmaster's poke at himself.

'I would like to use this as an opportunity to; one, wish you a jubilant birthday. You are only seventeen once and your birthday is, no doubt, the best time to be so.

Secondly, I would like to offer you a spot in the Order of the Phoenix. Not for training as your friends may have believed, but for the purpose of accompanying our newest member at Hogwarts, he is a home taught student who my every means would be a valuable asset to our mission as his skills and knowledge of Defence against the Dark Arts rivals my own. I would not be asking you to befriend him if I did not think you two would get along swimmingly. He possesses many qualities that surprised me, and even more so when he confessed under Veritiserum, his devotion to our cause.

I look forward to seeing you later and introducing the two of you.

Cordially,

Headmaster; Albus Dumbledore

Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.'

Harry grinned, excitement overwhelming him as he sent out his overzealous 'YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! MERLIN ABOVE, YES!' back to the headmaster. And sent off the rest of the owls with short "thank you"s.

For the next few hours, harry sat in his bed waiting for the sun to rise as he read through the surprisingly fascinating book Hermione had sent him as empty mini-cake tins began piling around him. along with his things, which he had packed in order to pass the time.

It was around seven thirty when a restrained, but no less enraged "Boy! Get down here!" shouted up at him from below accompanied by a muffled growl of disapproval. Quicker than he could say "I'm free!" he had grabbed his things burst through the door and hopped over the railing to the bottom floor to be pounced on unceremoniously by an equally excited Werewolf. The Dursley's only watched them with sour faces as they laughed and chattered away, completely forgetting where they were. It was nearly five minutes before they calmed down enough to realize they were wanted at Grimwauld.

"Well I suppose we should leave, huh?" lupin said with a smile, a hand on his all-but-adopted-son's shoulder. harry nodded and turned to the dursley's who all looked exceedingly uncomfortable.

"well, I guess I'll be seeing you around?" he said, unsure of why he even bothered to say goodbye to them. Both his aunt and uncle nodded, curtly, though petunia looked as if she were actually somewhat sad to see him go. He was after all, her only nephew. No matter how much she loathed her sister, Harry had always tried to get along with them as best he could, regardless of how he had been treated; failed miserably, but he had grown on her if only a smidge.

Dudley however (who had thinned out substantially), stepped forward with an expression Harry could not read and when he did nothing further, Harry extended a hand, only to find himself pulled into a strong, tight hug. Harry was flabbergasted, as he was finally released, seeing, for the first time, genuine tears running down the boy's face as he tried his best to hide them.

"You-you m-make sure you take care of yourself…kay?" he stuttered before regaining his normal stance. "Heh…" he cracked a pained smile. "Otherwise who would I use as my punching bag at family reunions?" Harry looked at him in appreciative shock, and nodded, returning the smile.

"You too, D." he replied, suddenly a bit disappointed he had never gotten to see this side of him. "Give Aunt Marge my regards." Dudely choked out a laugh and watched as Harry stepped back over to Remus, "Common cub, we need to go." and shut the door behind him.

"…Goodbye Harry…" Dudley whispered. His was voice full of regret and sorrow; and he hoped with everything he had he would someday get the chance to redeem himself to his adoptive brother…