Title: A Serpentine Choice
Pairing(s): Harry/Voldemort, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Harry/Sirius
Rating: M
Summary: After the events at the graveyard at the end of his fourth year, Harry's perspective on magic is turned upside down. On top of that, he begins to find that his body is changing, and it's not just puberty. And wait. Snape is his father? Severitus. Dark!Harry. HP/LV
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. I make absolutely no money from writing or posting this. The characters, the universe, the inspiration for everything I write, all belong to the amazingly talented J. K. Rowling, et al. The underlined portions were copied directly from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Harry lay in bed that night, in the room he shared with Ron, contemplating what he had learned. He wished that he was alone, or at least that he could put a silencing spell up around his bed. He wanted to rage and curse and scream and yell, and ask the universe why his dream came true, his father was alive, but it was a man who hated him. James Potter, the man who everyone compared him to, who said he looked like and acted like, was not his father. Even his own, true father, Severus Snape, thought he was like James. But how could he be? He had never met the man, and he wasn't even related to him. Harry didn't know what to think, or feel, about the situation. How could his mother have cheated on James? Where did that leave him? Was he still James's heir? Would James have still loved him, have sacrificed his life for him, if he had known? Harry supposed he would never know the answers to those question.
What would Snape do if he found out? Probably tell Harry he was disowned and be even more cruel to him. Maybe even curse him. That is, if his professor even believed him at all, which he doubted would happened. He would likely simply be called an arrogant, attention seeking liar. Yet again. At least he didn't have to keep the secret by himself. He had Remus and Sirius to talk about it with, which was comforting. At least he didn't have to bear it alone. Some part of him was angry at Remus for telling him. He had been happier in his ignorance. He was more angry with his mother, however, for cheating on James with Snape. Which, he thought, was irrational, because if she didn't, he wouldn't exist.
After about two hours laying awake, thinking, unable to sleep, Harry crept out of his bedroom to go speak to Sirius, hoping for some reassurance. There was still doubt that his godfather wouldn't accept him because he wasn't his best friends son, despite his attitude earlier. It was obvious that he was always have Remus, since the man knew the secret from the start. But Sirius had always made such a big deal out of him being James's son...
Harry got out of bed quietly, making sure not to wake the snoring Ron. He snuck out of his room, and silently crept towards Sirius's bedroom. Not knocking, figuring that Sirius wouldn't hear him and that he might wake someone else, he opened the door. Only to see Sirius, naked, on top of Remus, riding him hard, moaning Moony's name.
"Oh, merlin." Harry whispered,thinking that it was the hottest thing that he had ever seen. Harry had no experience in the bedroom, and seeing this was... a revelation. He wanted to be in Remus's place, having a man riding him like Sirius was. He felt himself grow rather hard in his pants, before Remus noticed him.
"Harry!" he exclaimed, pulling Sirius down and covering them both with the blanket. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a blush.
Harry blushed as well. The two mens actions had been so hot, he forgot where he was for a moment.
"Er... uh... sorry." he said, pathetically. "I just wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier. About what Remus told me." The anger and confusion he had felt had melted away at the sight of the two bare men "I should have knocked."
Sirius laughed. "I doubt I would have noticed, Harry." he said, still slightly out of breath. "Well, come on in and sit down, and we'll have a talk."
Both of them seemed remarkably unconcerned with the fact that Harry had interrupted them mid-coitus. Harry wondered if it was a wizard thing, or if it was just the two of them. What Harry knew, however, was that something had changed between them. Now that it was out in the open that James wasn't his father, Sirius felt less like a father figure to him. Maybe it was the realization that Snape would never have allowed him to be chosen as his godfather. Who knew what it was. But it didn't feel like walking in on your parents having sex. More like... your friends. Awkward, but something you could laugh off later. Harry entered the room, and sat down on a chair that was near the bed. Neither Remus nor Sirius seemed concerned with the fact that they were naked except for the sheets and blanket covering them.
"Now, Harry." Remus said patiently. "What is the matter that you couldn't sleep?"
"I just couldn't stop thinking about Snape... my father. I mean, he hates me so much. It's not like I could ever tell him the truth about it. I thought... I used to dream about having a family, you know? About someone... my parents, even... coming to the Dursley's to take me away from them. And now I find out that my father is still alive... and he hates me." Harry grew very quiet as he spoke, feeling a complicated mixture of anger and sadness.
"Oh, Harry." Sirius whispered, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and slipping out of bed. Remus did the same, and both men wrapped their arms around him, holding him tightly. He wrapped his arms around Sirius neck, and Remus held him from behind, and for the first time since the night in the graveyard, Harry felt safe.
The next morning, Harry awoke, and realized he was in bed with Sirius and Remus. He must have fallen asleep in their arms, and they had moved him to the bed. His head was against Remus's chest, tucked under his chin, and Sirius was pressed against his back. He sighed, comfortable. He had no nightmares the previous night. He was grateful that the two men had let him in like this, and let him stay in their bed. He didn't know what he would have done if he had been left alone. The anger in him had been almost unnatural. It didn't fit the situation. He was glad the two were there to diffuse his growing rage. Even if it had been in an unconventional manner.
Still rather sleepy, Harry realized that there was something rather... hard, pressing against his bum. He blushed fiercely, knowing right away that it was Sirius's erection. Slowly, he began to ease out of the men's embrace, trying to avoid anything awkward, but Sirius pulled him closer and began grind against his arse, and began kissing Remus above his head. It was clear that both of the men were still asleep, at least mostly, and didn't realize he was there. But the fact didn't bother him. He was getting rather turned on himself.
(explicit scene cut)
Harry had the feeling the rest of his stay at Number 12 would be much more fun than he had expected.
The three nude men hurried to get dress, Harry only having his pajamas to wear. It was almost time for breakfast, and they didn't want anyone to know that anything was unusual. Harry slipped into the room he shared with Ron, changing out of his pajamas and into his clothes quickly, before making his way downstairs after waking Ron. Sirius and Remus were already in the kitchen, and he greeted them as if they had done nothing the previous night, sitting between them.
"Good morning, Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley said, bringing him a plate of bacon, eggs and toast.
"Thanks!" Harry said enthusiastically, finding himself exhausted after that mornings activities.
"Is Ron awake yet?"
"Yeah, I woke him up before I came down."
Molly nodded, as the rest of the Weasley's came down and joined them at the table.
"After breakfast, we'll be headed to the Drawing Room to clean. There are quite a few doxies in there, and I found a next of dead puffskeins under the couch."
Sirius, Remus and the Weasley groaned, while Remus and Harry merely rolled their eyes at each other. Neither of them minded hard work.
After their time cleaning the Drawing Room, during which Harry pretended not to notice as Fred and George snuck a few live doxies out, no doubt for a new prank, Sirius told Harry he wanted to show him something. He lead him into what looked like a study, followed by Remus, and showed him a tapestry hanging on the wall.
The tapestry looked immensely old; it was faded and looked as though doxies had gnawed it in places; nevertheless, the golden thread with which it was embroidered still glinted brightly enough to show them a sprawling family tree dating back (as far as Harry could tell) to the Middle Ages. Large words at the very top of the tapestry read:
The Noble And Most Ancient House of Black
"Toujours Pur"
"It's the family tree." Sirius said, looking it up and down.
"You're not on here!" said Harry, after scanning the bottom of the tree.
"I used to be there," said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn. "My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home — Kreacher's quite fond of muttering the story under his breath."
"You ran away from home?"
"When I was about sixteen," said Sirius. "I'd had enough."
"Where did you go?" asked Harry, staring at him.
"Your dad's place," said Sirius. "Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son. Yeah, I camped out at your dad's during the school holidays, and then when I was seventeen I got a place of my own, my Uncle Alphard had left me a decent bit of gold — he's been wiped off here too, that's probably why — anyway, after that I looked after myself. I was always welcome at Mr. and Mrs. Potter's for Sunday lunch, though."
"But … why did you … ?"
"Leave?" Sirius smiled bitterly and ran a hand through his long, unkempt hair. "Because I hated the whole lot of them. I almost threw the entire thing out, but I decided to keep it. I'm still a Black, no matter how much I despised my family. There are some good Black's too. Just look at all of the places where people have been blasted off."
And, indeed, Harry noticed quite a few black spots on the tapestry.
"Tonks should be on here too, you know, Harry. Her mother is my cousin. And here's Narcissa, my other cousin. Draco Malfoy, as well."
"You're related to Malfoy?" Harry asked, though, oddly, it was with curiosity rather than horror.
"Yep. Does that bother you?"
"... No, I guess it doesn't. After all, I guess you can't help your relatives any more than I can help mine."
After lunch, the continued to clean. It was a job that required a lot of concentration, as many of the objects in there seemed very reluctant to leave their dusty shelves. Sirius sustained a bad bite from a silver snuffbox; within seconds, his bitten hand had developed an unpleasant crusty covering like a tough brown glove.
"It's okay," he said, examining the hand with interest before tapping it lightly with his wand and restoring its skin to normal, "must be Wartcap powder in there."
He threw the box aside into the sack where they were depositing the debris from the cabinets; Harry saw George wrap his own hand carefully in a cloth moments later and sneak the box into his already doxy-filled pocket.
They found an unpleasant-looking silver instrument, something like a many-legged pair of tweezers, which scuttled up Harry's arm like a spider when he picked it up, and attempted to puncture his skin; Sirius seized it and smashed it with a heavy book entitled Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy. There was a musical box that emitted a faintly sinister, tinkling tune when wound, and they all found themselves becoming curiously weak and sleepy until Ginny had the sense to slam the lid shut; also a heavy locket that none of them could open, a number of ancient seals and, in a dusty box, an Order of Merlin, First Class, that had been awarded to Sirius's grandfather for "Services to the Ministry."
"It means he gave them a load of gold," said Sirius contemptuously, throwing the medal into the rubbish sack.
Harry, on the other hand, was rather preoccupied with the locket, and stashed it under his shirt. There was something about it that drew him to it, something strange... it almost reminded him of the magice that Voldemort cast in the graveyard. But wouldn't that mean it was Dark? Strangely, Harry didn't mind at all.
That night, after everyone else was asleep, Harry got out of bed and snuck into Sirius and Remus's room, only to find them waiting up for him, oddly serious looks on their faces.
"Harry..." Sirius began. "We have to talk."
Remus nodded.
"Okay." Harry said nervously, terrified that he was about to get rejected by the two men.
"We all had a wonderful time this morning, Harry, and we hope you did as well."
Harry nodded vigorously.
"But," Remus continued, "We... well, I'm a werewolf, and we mate for life. Sirius is my mate. That means that we can't add another person to our relationship." he said softly, not wanting to hurt Harry.
"Oh. I mean, I guess I understand. If you don't want me coming to your bed again-"
"No, that's not it!" Sirius interrupted. "Harry, we both love you, and you are always welcome to our bed. What Remus is trying to say is that it can't be anything more serious than that."
"Oh! That's fine. I mean, I love you as well, but I feel like... like there's someone else out there for me, you know?"
Remus nodded. "That's how I felt with everyone I dated before I started a relationship with Sirius."
Sirius shrugged. "I have no idea what you two are talking about. When I got together with Remus, he claimed me, and that was that." he said, rather smug about it.
"Well, until you find who you're looking for, you're welcome to join us any time you like, Harry." Remus nearly purred, practically inviting Harry to bed.
With a grin, Harry rushed forward and jumped onto the bed, laying between the two men, in what he was beginning to think was his favorite place to be. Sirius pulled off his shirt, and he leaned back against the man as he wrapped his arms around Harry.
Remus faced the two. "Harry, have you given any thought to what you'd like to try in bed?" he asked, clearly completely comfortable with discussing the topic.
Harry blushed, and both of the men laughed at his embarrassment, which caused him to blush even harder. "I... Ireallywanttobeontop." he rushed out.
"What was that, Harry?" Sirius asked, teasing.
"I want to be on top." Harry said, clearer this time.
"I think we can manage that, can't we Sirius?" Remus said, a low tone in his voice that was almost a growl.
Sirius's eyes widened, and he knew that he would probably have a hard time sitting tomorrow. He couldn't wait.
Harry grinned, excited. He couldn't wait for his first learning experience.
Several days later, the nights of which were all very enjoyable to Harry, he was rather suddenly reminded that he had a trial coming up by Mrs. Weasley."I've ironed your best clothes for tomorrow morning, Harry, and I want you to wash your hair tonight too. A good first impression can work wonders."
Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny all stopped talking and looked over at him. Harry nodded and tried to keep eating his chops, but his mouth had become so dry he could not chew.
"How am I getting there?" he asked Mrs. Weasley, trying to sound unconcerned.
"Arthur's taking you to work with him," said Mrs. Weasley gently.
Mr. Weasley smiled encouragingly at Harry across the table.
"You can wait in my office until it's time for the hearing," he said.
Harry looked over at Sirius, but before he could ask the question, Mrs. Weasley had answered it.
"Professor Dumbledore doesn't think it's a good idea for Sirius to go with you, and I must say I —"
"— think he's quite right," said Sirius through clenched teeth.
Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips.
"When did Dumbledore tell you that?" Harry said, staring at Sirius.
"He came last night, when you were in bed," said Mr. Weasley.
Sirius stabbed moodily at a potato with his fork. Harry dropped his own eyes to his plate. The thought that Dumbledore had been in the house on the eve of his hearing and not asked to see him made him feel, if that were possible, even worse.
That night, instead of having more adventures in bed, Remus and Sirius stayed up reassuring Harry about his trial. Sirius told him that he could always live at Number 12 if he was expelled, which he wouldn't be, and Remus was rather more useful. He told Harry as much as he could about wizarding law, and what to expect at his trial. He told him that Dumbledore would likely show up, but if he didn't, he had the right to defend himself. He even coached Harry on the types of things he might say in his own defense.
Harry woke the next morning, comfortably between Remus and Sirius. He almost forgot what was happening that day, until Remus woke up. "Ready, Harry?" he asked gently.
"Harry nodded miserably."
"Don't worry, Harry, everything will turn out fine."
Harry could barely eat at breakfast, forcing down some toast only so that Mrs. Weasley would stop bothering him. Far too soon, Mr. Weasley said it was time to go. Harry was surprised to find out that they would be going the muggle way. It was amusing, how fascinated Mr. Weasley was by muggle technology. He kept pointing things out, and preaching about how ingenious muggles were. Harry politely agreed with him, but privately, he was tired of muggles. Compared to magic, it was nothing, though Harry could appreciate the fact that muggles had to make do without.
"Here we are," said Mr. Weasley brightly, pointing at an old red telephone box, which was missing several panes of glass and stood before a heavily graffittied wall. "After you, Harry."
He opened the telephone box door.
Harry stepped inside, wondering what on earth this was about. Mr. Weasley folded himself in beside Harry and closed the door. It was a tight fit; Harry was jammed against the telephone apparatus, which was hanging crookedly from the wall as though a vandal had tried to rip it off. Mr. Weasley reached past Harry for the receiver.
"Mr. Weasley, I think this might be out of order," Harry said.
"No, no, I'm sure it's fine," said Mr. Weasley, holding the receiver above his head and peering at the dial. "Let's see … six …" he dialed the number, "two … four … and another four … and another two …"
Thank you for reading!
The unedited chapter may be found here: http:/ hpfandom. /eff/viewstory. php?sid=44416&i=1
If anyone is interested, I might start a collections of one-shots involving Harry's sexual exploits.