Chapter 9- Letters, Beetles and Traitorous Bastards
It was finally time, he decided as he made his way to the DADA classroom. Harry's eyes were focused and determined. Remus had returned to Hogwarts after three long weeks in St. Mungo's, and class would resume with him as the professor tomorrow morning. He had to confront his godfather, or he would never be able to really accept what he'd done.
Contrary to what Sheka and the others thought. He had indeed not forgiven lupin; not in the least. In fact, under his hurt and traumatised exterior, his contempt had been festering like an infected wound. Albeit, when he had let Remus live, he had been more shocked and confused than angry. He felt the fool for allowing him to live...but somehow very glad he had. He was still so attached to the man. He was his only living father figure, and the deepest depths of his heart wanted dearly to forgive him, so he could move on and Remus could find himself someone he could actually be with. Someone whom he could love like he had apparently loved him, maybe even still did.
He had not told Sheka of this. That he felt would have been counterproductive and stupid. Sheka was a violent and possessive husband. He loved his Amente for that, it was just a part of his charm. But hell if it didn't get in the way of what he felt he needed to do right now. Harry saw sure that if he just talked to Remus, he would be able to let go of his half hearted contempt and the other would understand and leave him be...and everything would go back to ...well more normal than things are usually.
'well' he thought taking a deep breath and knocking on the door to his private quarters within the classroom. 'here goes nothing.' about three seconds went by until the door opened, showing the now much more heavily scarred, yet...somehow just as welcoming face he was used to.
"Harry?" he muttered, his smile shrinking considerably into a guilt ridden grimace. "wh-what are you doing here?" he asked, eyes darting from him to the hall surrounding. "I thought ..." he trailed off.
"I...wanted to talk." harry looked up at him and did his best attempt at a reasuring expression. "You know...about what happened." he bit his lip and looked to the side. "Can I come in?"
"oh!"
Lupin's lips upturned again and he stepped aside. "Sure. I was about to put on some tea anyhow." harry beamed and he walked in revelling in the familiar scent of dragons blood incense and witch hazel that was typical of the office when Remus was occupying it. Sure enough, just like the wolf had said, there was a boiling kettle over the fireplace. Remus had always been old fashioned, and preferred fire brewed tea to instant; the norm with most wizard kind these days. Harry had to agree with his opinion, the fire brewed was far more rich than the charm brewed tea he usually drank.
"What did you wish to talk about, harry?" Remus asked when the boy sat down at the ratty, but comfortable armchair. Harry decided to be straight and to the point as was best with things like this.
"Why did you lie to me?" the older man looked down at his feet as he poured two cups of tea, setting them on the round coffee table.
"I'm not sure if I can answer that harry..." he said softly, setting himself down opposite the boy. "I'm not even sure myself. I suppose I was afraid of rejection." his eyes stung with the pain of his own words. "I loved you...I still do. But I was positive that if I told you outright you would have thought me to be some sort of lecher." a snort sounded out in the back of his mind.
'Yes. Always the considerate one aren't you Remus?' it purred mockingly. 'always there to care for your loved ones, never asking for anything in return. Never getting anything back for your efforts.'
"I still wish you would have been honest with me." Harry scowled ignoring the tea that was offered. "it would have saved the three of us a lot of grief."
"I know that...and I regret what I did." Remus' brow twitched noticeably, and Harry wondered what he was thinking for his expression to portray something so different than his tone.
'You regret nothing you, filthy liar!' came the growl. 'I can see everything you feel Remus. You want him still, you want to leap over this table and slam into his pretty arse despite everything.'
'Shut up! I do not! I care for Harry more than tha-'
'Oh but you do Remus. I am you. You are me. We are but one being and your desires are mine; and right now we want nothing more than to claim him. The council had no right to let Slytherin have him!'
"I wish I could take it back." Harry's eyes softened at the remorse in his tone. Remus hadn't changed at all. He was still the same person...though perhaps a bit less invasive with his body language. Harry, looking back, could now recognise those brief moments where Remus had carefully and discreetly overstepped the boundaries of paternal love. A touch to the shoulder that lasted a split second too long, a hug that became a light grope to the small of his back, a kiss to the forehead where a small intake of breath could be heard, as if his scent was being taken in, even the way Remus had looked at him; none of that remained, and harry knew everything would be fine.
"Well...you cant take it back." he said with and understanding smile. "But you can always try and make up for it. Maybe apologising to Sheka would be a good start."
'look at the way his eyes glow when he talks of that despicable serpent! He should be like that for you! All he needs is to be shown how much better for him you are!'
'no! He's happy with sheka! I cant-'
'Stop trying to convince yourself to let go, Remus! It's not going to happen! He is your mate! Not that infernal sewer worm's! yours! You claimed him long ago, and no amount of ritual ashes painted on his face will be able to change that! Take him! Take him now!'
"Remus are you okay?" harry noticed how much pain his godfather seemed to be in. Either his wounds were still hurting him, or this talk must be very stressful on him...maybe he should have waited. "Remus?" he reached out to touch the man's hand as a comforting gesture, but when his fingertips brushed over the rough calloused skin a feral snarl reached his ears and he found himself being slammed into the wall face first.
Hot breath tingled the skin of Harry's neck as he struggled against the hand that held his right arm behind him by the wrist, his other pinned between his chest and the wall as a rough wet tongue slid over his flesh making his hair stand on end.
"Remus!" he gasped, not wanting to believe what was happening. "What are you doing! Let g-ah!" his protests were interrupted by two sharp canines sinking into his shoulder, that same tongue swirling over the wound in attempt to sooth it and calm down the boy in his arms.
"Not until you're mine, Prongslett." he purred, inching his hand under Harry's shirt shivering at the sensations of the boys struggling against his now prominent erection. "I wont give up until you're in my bed, screaming my name like you screamed his."
"Remus!" harry shouted pushing away from the wall and throwing him off. The werewolf stumbled back and barred his teeth as harry reached up to clutch his throbbing shoulder. "What's gotten into you!"
"You are my mate!" Remus shouted, sounding angry and hurt. "How hard is that for you to accept, harry?" he made towards his frightened godson. "How long do I have to wait until you see that?" Harry backed away, furious and disgusted with his words.
"You don't wait at all Remus!" he hissed back. "I don't love you! I don't want you!" Remus's eyes darkened and harry watched as hazel flowed into gold. This wasn't Remus, he realised. This was Moony. This was feral, unadulterated lust and it was making the venom in Harry's blood scream at him to get out and get out now!
Remus lunged at him, barely missing his target when harry threw open the door and leaped off of the stairs, landing awkwardly on one foot. Shit bad idea! Pain shot up his leg as he stood up and attempted a sprint to the door only 20 feet away; but just as he reached the knob a clawed hand closed around his neck and flung him into the desk behind him, pinning his head down into the cold wood as he screamed for help just nanoseconds after a silencing spell was uttered, wand pointed at his throat, he couldn't make any noise...nobody would hear him...
'oh gods! No! No! Remus! Please no! Don't touch me there!' he begged as he was lifted against the man's chest, fingers caressing his nipple under his shirt in a horridly affectionate manner. Teeth bit, and nibbled over his neck and shoulders, suckling at the indented skin as fingers reached up and parted his lips, forcing his mouth open to stroke his tongue and he screamed all the more, his throat hoarse despite the significant lack of sound. 'Stop! Gods, please stop! No!'
"Can you feel it harry?" growled the deep and nastily husky voice of his former father figure, making him shudder. "Can you feel how perfect we are? Look at how well we align..." Harry's wide, terrified eyes welled up with tears when he felt the wolves erection meet his arse, just over his entrance. 'No! he cant! He cant do this! Remus you-ahhh no! Let go of it! Don't!'
He struggled with everything he had, crying out begging him over and over to stop, completely forgetting his silence as he bit down as hard as he could on those fingers in his mouth. But he gained no resistance, only the taste of that foul creatures blood as it burned his throat.
"You'll get used to it Harry." said the man as he stroked Harry's limp cock. "Soon you wont be able to keep this down. I'll take away that willpower, that disgusting loyalty you have to that snake. I'll have you begging for my touch before you leave this room."
Harry's tears flowed out endlessly when he heard the unzipping of pants and his own were being tugged at gently. He couldn't let this happen! He couldn't betray Sheka! Not even like this! But no matter how hard he struggled, the grip Remus had on his body refused to fade in the slightest. He was so much stronger...he had no hope of escape...all because he had to be stupid and try and talk it out with a damned werewolf!
"I love you, harry." Remus purred and pressed harry into the desk, pinning his hands to his own head with one arm, and took his right hip in the other. Bloodshot green eyes snapped open in horror, betrayal and agony when he was penetrated at the same moment that lecherous fingertips brushed over the tattoo on his hip.
Something irrupted within him at that moment. He didn't know what it was, or where it came from, but in an instant, all of his fear, all of his pain, everything he felt melded into a boiling mass of savage fury that burned from his mind through his heart and into the depths of his very soul. In what, to the rest of the world seemed like a split second, several millennia passed behind the eyes of the boy who was no longer trembling in fear. His stance shifted, face contorted, eyes no longer that of the child he was, now swarming with rampant insanity that shook the very foundations of logic, and without warning Remus was flung away by a shock wave of magic.
Dumbledore looked up from the letter in his hands when every alarm in his office went off at the same time and he leaped out of his chair to the foe glass to his left. The blurred outline of what was unmistakeable blood spatter flew over the rounded crystal, just barely allowing the elderly wizard to see a blur of green fire in the shape of two almond shaped orbs. His reaction was immediate and with a sonorous charm he bellowed out to the school.
"PROFESSORS WILL TAKE ALL OF THEIR STURDENTS TO THEIR COMMON ROOMS AT ONCE, AND MEET ME AT THE DEFENCE ROOM WITH WANDS AT THE READY!"
Harry wondered what exactly this feeling was inside him as he watched his assailant's blood pool around him as he licked it off the floor with a shiver of delight. He wondered if he was insane; had Remus' betrayal to him driven him over the edge? He was unsure, all he knew is that this thing no longer deserved to live. He could no longer control his inner wolf, he was a danger not only to himself and his Amente( whom he could sense was heading this way, along with several others), but anyone who got in the creatures way. Remus' instincts had taken over his humanity...just like his sire, Greyback. He couldn't allow this rogue to wreak havoc amongst the wizards. He was no more upset with Remus about the attempt to steal him away than he was with the sheer fact that he had lost a good friend. He felt very little to be honest, very at peace, serine and calm despite the rush of adrenalin. But it was his duty as a part of the council. As he bit down into the werewolves throat, he felt a beam of light hit his face, and he knew that they had arrived. But he had to finish the job.
What harry did not know, was why he suddenly had this magnificent energy welled up inside him, or why he suddenly had been overcome with a new sense of right wrong, and duty. It was as if a whole new section of his mind and magic had been opened up. He was sure to find out soon, so he did not dwell on the "why", but his heart sang praises to whatever had granted his enlightenment before it had been too late.
Absolutely breathtaking. That was the only way Hermione could describe the view from the astronomy tower today. The sun was out, the sky was clear, and the air was crisp and clean; typical of a the first day of Autumn. She had come up here just to finish her astronomy homework when she had been caught up in the beauty of it all, so high up that not a sound could reach her, and she could just bathe in the peace and quiet. Never suspecting that a day like this could have any bad consistences, never predicting something would go horribly awry; no, today was one of those rare, picture perfect da-
"Mione! Mione!" panted an exhausted Seamus finnigan as he collapsed at the top of the stairs. "dumbledore needs you in the Defense classroom!" she spun around to see her fellow Gryffindor's panicked face.
"The headmaster?" she asked, not quite understanding why he had come in such a hurry. "What does he ne-"
"Its harry! Remus came back from St. Mungoes last night! Something happened when harry visited him!" Hermione stumbled from where she sat and cast a floating charm on herself and hopped over the railing, not bothering with the stairs and landed on the second floor, sprinting through the corridor and to where Dumbledore stood outside.
"Headmaster, what happened?" she asked frantically when he came over to her, looking quite vexed. "is harry alright?" Dumbledore bit his lip, something she'd never seen him do and knew that nothing was alright.
"I have to ask you to be silent when we enter, Miss. Granger." he said softly, concern dripping from his tone. "He was quite...well...I shall let you see for yourself."
Hermione walked into the room with Albus where the entire staff was sitting along with Sheka, Anwen, Ron, and Neville. At first she was confused. Where was harry, she didn't see him anywhere. Looking around the room, she observed everyone was looking in the same direction; towards a figure in the window near the professors desk.
The boy's shoulders were hunched over, hand clenched the windowsill, the knuckles white...or at least what showed through the dried, congealed blood that seemed to be thickest under his fingernails. His breathing was soft, almost non-existent. Hermione didn't want to think that this was harry, but as he turned around, there was no denying it.
What surprised her the most though, was not his post blood rage appearance with the dark stains covering his front, even some spatter on his cheeks and lips. What astounded her was the fact that his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. Not with happiness, no. if she had seen happiness she would have thought he'd gone off his head. What she saw was pride...why?
"Harry...what...what happened?" She said, barely above a whisper, knowing she would not like whatever answer she was given. Harry looked apologetic a moment but said it with dignity,
"Remus." she gasped, her hands lifting to her lips as silent tears pooled in her eyes.
"You...you..." harry nodded and looked around, seeing the sad faces of all but Sheka and Anwen, who nodded to him in acknowledgement. Sheka was steaming in frustration; Harry had gone to Remus without telling him, and had nearly been raped. But he couldn't deny the fact that Harry had every right to do what he did...and it had turned out okay...somewhat
"You killed your own- you!" she shouted bringing her hand up and swinging it out, catching harry across the cheek, back handing him with every amount of force she could muster. "You bastard!" she cried out before running out.
"Mione! Wait!" Ron called out just as Neville took his hand and stopped him from following her.
Harry's cheek stung, but not as much as her refusal to understand or that she never asked why. Not as much as it pained him to see Severus looking as if his world had ended. He knew the man too well, despite their distance. He knew of Snape's false hatred...he knew of his love for Remus. But he also knew that it was killing the man more to know that his love had been completely unrequited than to know said love was now gone.
He still felt no shame, though. His mind refused to even consider such a feeling in his heart any longer. Sheka stood up and stroked his cheek as Dumbledore sat with Snape and the other staff waiting for an explanation. McGongall was in shock, as was Slughorn and nearly all of the others. The only professor who seemed to understand was Fillius Flitwick. But of course, with his heritage, how could he not?
"Would you please explain your reasons to us, harry?" he asked solemnly from where he sat.
"I'm afraid I cant quite grasp onto what happened, professor." harry said, catching the attention of the others once more. Even Ron could recognise the change in his speech pattern. It was much more mature, and far more articulate. "I had come to visit him in order to create a truce between Remus and my Mate. They had fought fiercely for me at the ceremony last month and I felt the need to somehow bring peace so that my godfather could move on with his life and find someone who could love him back." he sat down, back straight and poised, the stature of someone far beyond Harry's years. "It was a foolish endeavour. But I refused to give up. It resulted in my discovery that Remus no longer existed, not the one who my family had grown up with."
"What do you mean harry?" Ron asked. "He seemed alright before. He's never been a threat, really."
"I'm afraid that's not so, Ron." harry countered mournfully. "Although Severus' ingenious potion was able to tame the beast within him during the full moons, it had no effect on him at any other time. Similar to what happened to Fenrir, his sire; he lost all control of his humanity." he explained with his newly acquired knowledge. "The inner wolf is in a way, the same as the deepest darkest most selfish piece of the werevolve's heart. It takes their ambitions and twists them into obsessions that allow the werewolf to control his or her instincts, beating down their humanity bit by bit.
"Fortunately, most werewolves can resist the temptation. They live with their pack and more often than not, find happiness away from Wizarding kind and come into a mutual peace with their wolf. But because of the wolfs bane potion, Moony was suppressed on the three nights of the month that he would be allowed free reign, thus driving him to fight harder when he was not under it's influence. Not only that, but Remus never came to terms with what he was, constantly fighting his new magic and clinging to the old. He and his wolf were a battle within himself...and today...it finally took him over completely."
Everyone who listened was stunned at his eloquence and understanding of his godfather. It was a wonder Remus had not broken before now. They all, despite his last actions towards harry could see as harry did, and took pity on him. It was not Remus who had hurt harry. It had been the wolf inside him that was the danger.
"I am sorry you were forced to deal with this on your own, harry." Dumbledore said, a self despising aura surrounding him. "I should have trusted Sheka on this and not allowed him to retu-"
"No. headmaster." harry interrupted with a firm glance. "You did what you thought you needed to. You did what you thought was right. I wish I had left well enough alone and allowed Sheka to put him out of his suffering." he sighed and tried to hold back the sadness that threatened to betray him. "But it worked out better this way, I suppose."
"I'm so sorry harry." Neville said as he and Ron both came up to hug their friend as a tear fell down his cheek.
"Dont be..." he sniffed slightly and hugged them back. "its over."
Anwen had suggested the next day to postpone Harry's participation in her Iua ritual in light of Remus' funeral. Harry was torn on weather or not to go. Sheka had let go of his hatred after Harrys explanation. He had known much of that as well, but it had never occurred to him that it was in a sense the wolf, and not Harry's godfather who had challenged him. Even Remus had been somewhat of a victim in all of this. And after a talk with harry, they both decided to go, but not for his recent death, but the death of the man he had once been.
The cloud of sadness lingered for several weeks afterwards, to all of those who had known and loved the man. None but the witnesses of the, for lack of a better word; execution, knew of what he had done. Of course the public had been raging for the story behind his mysterious death, who was the first to send a letter requesting an interview with the witnesses but Rita Skeeter herself.
Everyone had debated on weather or not to accept. Dumbledore had made the final decision with the support of Fawks at his side. They owled a letter of consent to the Daily prophet and had revealed only what had been discussed with the the lady phoenix, demanding once more, the utmost truth.
Remus Lupin Murdered! Harry and Co. Mourns Loss of Close Friend.
Remus lupin has long been known for his active efforts in the movement for the rights of werewolves in Wizarding society. Multiple awards have been given to this remarkable man for his efforts and all are well deserved in the eyes of this reporter. But not many ever knew that this poor, though respected man was plagued by inner demons, as are we all. Professor Lupin had taken up the responsibility several years ago of godfather to Harry Potter, the renowned Boy Who Lived and had seemingly been doing an exceptional job as a mentor and father figure. But all was not as it seemed. For at least a decade, the respected werewolf had been under the influence of his feral instincts which had developed into a separate consciousness within his mind.
"The inner Wolf is not dangerous under normal circumstances." assured Mr. Potter. "But in the case of my godfather, his paternal feelings for me had been twisted by his feral nature into an obsessive and highly aggressive love. It pains me to know that my godfather was no longer himself by the time we were reunited in my third year and that 'Moony' as Remus called his wolf, had all but taken over."
He and his, now, fiance Slang Rodrego (for more details on his relationship with Mr. Rodrego see pg. 19) had been victim to "Moony's" violent advances for several months, one of which ended in both Mr. Rodrego and Remus being fatally injured. Harry's attempt to gain peace between the two several weeks later had ended in fiasco, and had been forced to kill his godfather in self defence.
"It infuriates me that Dumbledore saw fit to allow the man back into Hogwarts after what happened." (Mr. Rodrego) "However, the Headmaster is very kind and forgiving, sometimes it is best to consider every possible outcome. It is in no way his fault that harry was assaulted. That was a mistake on my own part for not watching over my fiance more carefully, and I am finding it difficult to forgive myself as Harry has urged me to."
This reporter was very touched by the affections still held in the hearts of all who knew him.
"Remus was a loving, generous person and he hardly ever had a slander to say of anyone." confided an anonymous staff member. "I loved him deeply, more than anyone will ever know. The only regret I have is not telling him. Perhaps if I had, this may never have had to happened. He only wanted his love to be returned...as did I."
Although this anonymous provider has threatened death upon the revelation of his identity, this reporter feels obligated to say that she has never born witness to a sight as that person at the funeral last Monday. This reporter has never seen such internal agony and hopes that she will never again bear witness to a soul shattering apparition like that again.
It is clear that Remus Lupin, despite his faults was loved by all who knew him and this reporter raises her glass in regards to our fallen comrade. May your heart and soul finally find peace Mr. Lupin. You shall be sorely missed.
R. Skeeter.
Hermione, when school had resumed after the funeral, had refused to go to her classes, studying and completing all of her work in the silence of her room, never saying a word. Nobody knew exactly what to do about it. It was clear she had cared very much for Remus, but they knew that she would have still gone to her classes had this been what was bothering her. The only hint as to why, was when harry had attempted to ask her out to a Hogsmead trip with himself, Sheka, and the others. He had emerged from the room with a sullen sigh and shook his head, which was now sporting a good sized lump from a heavy book she had thrown at him with a short but very effective "Get Out!"
Eventually she had emerged from her room around the middle of November. But it had been completely against her will, as McGongall had literally dragged her out by her flailing arm and threatened suspension if she did not at least attempt to function normally.
"This is getting ridiculous, Miss Granger! I do not know what has gotten into you, but I advise you sort it out and sort it out quickly! I will no longer tolerate your isolation!"
After that, she had been seen on occasion in the halls, but never said a word to anyone. Ron had tried to confront her on her eighth day out but had come back to Neville looking as if he had lost his best friend.
"I don't know what happened, Harry..." he said later on when he had inquired about her. "But when I asked Mione how she had been doing, all she did was ask me about the Potions essay due next week and stormed off." Harry leaned into his hand and drummed on his cheeks inquisitively as Sheka jotted down the last of his notes. This had become a very familiar sight ever since Remus' death.
The change in Harry's personality had turned out to be far more drastic than it had first appeared. Aside from having gained a remarkable knowledge of magical creatures as he had demonstrated that day, he had grown ravenous in his thirst for understanding and was on the constant search for answers. If he did not understand the way someone thought or felt, he would declare them his new puzzle and not stop until they were solved. He had grown to be far more active as well. Every day he would wake up early, full of energy and raring to get the day started. His relationship to Sheka had matured from hopeless devotion to a more affectionate loyalty. They no longer spent every waking hour together and often times harry chose to stay behind from an offered late night romp in the forest for a simple game of chess with Ron, who had found himself actually needing to give his all to checkmate.
Harry had somewhat taken Hermione's place when Ron needed help with his homework. But instead of the constant nagging to get it done himself, or simply doing it for him, harry actually would sit down and talk him through the work. Consequently, Ron's test scores began to improve and Harry found himself spending an hour every day with his friend, catching up on times missed while their work was completed.
His physical presence had changed considerably as well. With each passing day, harry seemed to become more and more serpentine. Although, he still looked exactly the same on the exterior his movements were more fluid, his temper much more even and stable, and his speech had taken on more of a casual purr rather than his previous sketchy vocabulary and slightly hesitant tone. But the most noticeable change in him was the fact that whenever you saw him, he practically glowed. His slightly optimistic point of view was gone, now replaced with a neutral contentment. He was hardly ever seen with a frown on his face and when he was, it was out of irritation or slight anger; never sadness.
You could see it wherever you went whenever he showed up; during class, in the halls, at mealtimes, or over the weekends. But it showed most, when a certain Slytherin king had his arms around him in a loving embrace as they cuddled every night. Weather it was in the Slytherin dorms or Gryffindor common room, nobody who saw them together could deny it. For the first time in his life, harry was happy.
"I just cant put my finger on it...its always there!" he muttered frustratedly. "I can see it in her eyes. There's something going on...there was something going on before he died that made her react like this..." Harry poked Sheka and purred when a hand began to rub one of his shoulders, totally missing the eye roll sent his way. "she was far more attached to Sirius and that didn't even come close to this." he continued absently, not noticing the smirk Neville was sending sheka's way.
"You spoil him rotten, you know that?" Sheka nodded with a smirk and mouthed "gets me what I want every night." and continued his work, having learned by now to just let harry do his thing when he went into his newly acquired "Sherlock Holms" mode. Ron snorted and poked neville, tilting his head to the side in mockery of his friend as if expecting to be pet.
"You prat!" neville shoved a giggling ron to the side only to be pulled down with him into a pair of wandering arms.
"I'm topping tonight." Ron purred as he rolled over onto neville the two becoming a flailing mass of limbs. Harry looked at them and sighed with a glance to the ceiling and kissed his mate on the cheek, distracted from his current puzzle for the moment.
::How come you never let me top, Amente?:: he asked. Sheka smirked and took Harrys hand in his, kissing the palm before flipping harry around.
::Because your perfectly happy with bottoming.:: he said pushing him back into the table, suckling on his neck. Harry gasped with a violent tremble as sharp teeth sank into his neck and let his eyes close, lifting himself into the now snakelike Sheka.
::mnnn that's why?::
::Yesss.::
Ron and neville both stopped momentarily when they noticed the hissing, not failing to gape in what they knew was sick fascination and lust as they watched the basilisk take harry on the table. Ron gulped lightly when he finally saw why harry loved it so much and whispered into nev's ear behind his hand.
"Would that position even be possible for us?" he was answered with two arms around his neck and a growl in his ear.
"Lets find out."
Harry had been bathing once more in the afterglow of the throws of marital passion, Sheka back in his human form for satiety's purposes. Ron and Neville lay in their own snuggle fest under the sheets of Ron's bed all four being completely and utterly exhausted.
But unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and this time was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Mr. Potter?"McGongall called as she woefully decided to peak in. "Mr. Po-AHH! PUT SOME CLOTHS ON RIGHT NOW! DEAR MERLIN!" she slammed the door halfway through "ahh!" and shouted the rest through the door as everyone scrambled to clothe themselves.
"The headmaster wishes to see you in his office when you are decent MR. Potter." she said with a huff, walking away as she half covered her eyes in embarrassment, a blush very evident on her hidden cheeks. "Heaven help me if I ever walk into that again..."
"You called for me headma- Mr. Granger?" harry said as he walked through the door, a smiling crinkly old man greeting him from where he stood by Fawk's perch with Mr. Granger, whom he recognised from a photograph.
"Harry Potter?" not a moment passed before Harry's hand had been grasped in a firm handshake. "It's so nice to finally meet you up close."
"Its good to meet you as well, Mr. Granger. Are you here about Hermione?" he asked.
"I'm picking her up actually." he continued seeing Harry's confusion. "Her mother and I are taking her to the States for some family time."
"I felt a nice holliday might encourage her to rejoin the living." Albus intersected cheerfully as he walked over. "If you could excuse me for only a moment harry, I'll finish our conversation in the hallway. Just wait for me here why don't you?" harry nodded and sat down at the desk while the headmaster and Mr. Granger made their way out of the office.
Several minutes passed by before Harry's impatience got the better of him and he began to explore the familiar room. He had always enjoyed looking at the endless trinkets that filled the shelves and covered the tables. His personal favourite was near the back, encased in a velvet display box. It had been a while since Dumbledore had first shown him Gryffindors sword in fourth year. Such intricate detail in the golden carvings and ruby facets had intrigued him. He had always been a sucker for swords, some odd fascination he supposed.
But as he approached the case where it was usually stowed, he saw that it was in fact, missing. That was disappointing...oh well. Albus must have put it in Gringots or something for safer keeping.
That was when he heard a small crunch under his feet and saw a slightly frumpy piece of used parchment under his foot. The only thing he could make out from his hight was a small scribble of very familiar handwriting and he picked it up, spreading it open to read.
"This is it Albus,
I've made my decision, and you cant change my mind. I know Harry will understand after all of this is over. I only hope I am still living when it is.
S B
june 17th 1996"
Every ounce of color drained from Harry's face as he finished the letter. This...this had been written the day of his death. The day of!
Questions sped through his mind at breakneck speed as he sped over to Dumbledor's desk and froze...more letters...all in the same sloppy scrawl.
He frantically began fishing through them, looking at all the dates, each one sending him deeper and deeper into confusion.
June 11th
May 6th
May 27th
June 9th
July 21st
March 3rd
wait...he picked up the letter he had just ushed asside and picked it up, eyes wide and pupils no bigger than pinpricks when he re read the date.
July 21st 1996
July...July...July?...JULY? Fucking July? This couldn't be right! He had been dead over a month by then! What the fuck was this!
Harry quickly began to speed through each and every letter, looking for those dated after his death. He found six more before he sat down, forcing himself to calm down and began reading them one by one.
The locket's been found and destroyed. I'm on my way to France in a lead for the ring. Wish me luck.
S B
July 21st
The ring was in Germany. I cant say I had a very pleasant experience there. Cold as the dickens and everything reminded me of my summer trips here with james. How is harry doing? Is he alright? Is he doing well in his studdies?Happy New Year.
S B
January 14th 1997
Feindfyre works wonders, Albus. You should know that. But if Severus hadn't been here more than my hand would have been cursed by that awful ring. I cant belive i'm saying this; but, thank you for sending him to help me. Harry got into NEWT potions? How did he manage that? Was Snape force fed a cheering charm during exams? Try to weed out any information of the diadems location.
S B
March 10th
I need the sword, Albus. I asked the goblins about it and they informed me that on their last check up it had been tampered with. It may be a Horcrux. I'll be coming to visit over the summer when harry is with his uncle. Please make sure he's being treated at least on a tolerable level. I know how hard it is for him there and I feel responsible for his suffering.
S B
July18th
WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY IS GOING TO MARRY A BLOODY BASILISK! are you out of your fucking mind! When did this come up? Why was I not told!
The sword has been destroyed, along with the cup. If I don't get a response in an hour I will be coming to Hogwarts and ask harry myself. Screw the plan! I want an explanation!
RSVP or I will HEX your crumbly arse into the next millennium!
Pissed off to no end
August 5th
This "Sheka" had better take damn good care of harry or I swear to god I will murder him without a second thought. Thanks for the info on Ravenclaw and the Grey Lady. I know where the diadem is now. But I have to wait until the Christmas Holliday's to get it. Don't let him know...please...I don't want him to go through my death again if I don't survive. Nobody deserves for a loved one to die twice.
S B
August 5th
Remember the seer I mentioned on my summer visit? Well we're together now, and she's agreed to look over harry for me until he's come into his maturity as a mate. Yes, you old coot; I've accepted it...doesn't mean I like it but if Prongslett is as happy as you say he is, who am I to judge? You'll like Anwen, Albus. She's a gem. Never thought I'd date a Slytherin, but if she's anywhere else I'll eat my foot. Ironic isn't it; that I would fall in love with a Basilisk when I was so upset with Harry doing the same. Though I'm grateful mine doesn't go all...scaly. Harry must be one kinky little bastard to be with Sheka.
Tell Severus I said 'Hi'...and that I'm sorry for stealing his last Vanilla bean scone. I don't think he's quite forgiven me for that.
S B
September 12th
...Please...let me see harry at the funeral...I don't want to hide this time.
S B
October 13th
I'm going after Bellatrix in a week's time. Turns out you were wrong, Albus. Harry is a descendant after all. He's no Horcrux. Have you ever noticed how harry seems to pick up on Voldemort's emotions, but never the other way around? He can only project, not observe.
S B
November 14th
Harry, paused and cast a quick calendar spell.
Nov 14th
He had sent this today. Harry's mind was racing, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer when he picked up the last of the letters with a trembling hand, unsure weather to think this was real, or some sick, sick dream.
You have it all wrong, Albus. Harry isn't Voldemort's Horcrux. Voldemort is Harry's.
Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! xD okay so im not sure weather i like what i did with harry. i wanted him to be like...aged. with new wisdom and all that mumbo jumbo voodoo crap. i'll be explaining the significant relationship between the tattoo and his personality change in the next chapter
well there werent too many sugestions for the "preggy harry" section of the story. but one in particular i absolutely loved.
"like the lower half of a male/female basilisk up half like that of a human except with three and a half inch razor sharp nails that are hard as diamonds complete with highly vemonous fangs with some webbing between his fingers. but after he reverts to a more human like state!" thanks bloody hunter^^. ill be seein what i cans be doings with dis^^
as for the significant lack of smut. be patient. i said a lot more, not every single chappy. next chappy i PROMISE to have a lemon (or two depending on how many reviews i get *hint hint*)
i also want to apologize for the destruction of all hopes for slupin. remus HAD to die. it was going to happen much later in the arms of sevvy. but i didnt want him glorified too much. this was much juicyer.
aarg! i have a need for advice. i have a neighbor whos like a walking dick with legs and hes calling me ALL day today and ,yesterday. first it was a tattoo hed gotten on his bicep, then it was asking me to go with him to the store, then a hike, then he wanted 30 something cents 20 min ago. i swe-(hears a knock on the door and growls cause its HIM. gives him my freakin bus pass so he'll leave me alone.) *sighs* hes bringing it back tonight...if he thinks hes stepping foot in my motel room hes got another thing comming. im TAKEN! he knows that.
lulz lucky u. you pplz gots to witness your sexy smut author get harassed by his shirt lifting neighbor.
okay so the point being. how do i deal with this guy? im not that good with pplz flirting with me. yeah a locked door. got that one, but ignoring him isnt an option cause we go to the same "homeless help" program thingy. so what do you advise?