Title: The One True King
Author: Shara Lunison
Beta: Batsutousai
Rating: M
Pairings: eventual HP/LV, JP/LE, HP/everyone, ever
Warnings: AU; OoC; character death; pseudo Lion King crossover; dark, insane, promiscuous, Slytherin Harry; pseudo incest; more as they happen
A/N: WARNING! There is HETEROSEXUAL INTERCOURSE at the END OF THIS CHAPTER. Consider yourselves warned.
~Does Anybody Know How to Hold My Heart?~
Harry snuck up behind Barty and snaked his arms around the Ravenclaw's waist. "Come with me," he whispered close to his lover's ear.
Barty pulled away with a start, then spun to face Harry with a fearful look on his face. "I can't, Harry! We shouldn't do that anymore…"
"Why not?" Harry frowned.
Barty looked away, his tongue darting out once to wet his lips. The action went straight to Harry's groin. But Barty's next words made him forget about physical desires. "I can't," Barty pleaded. "If my father found out, he would kill me. It's all right for you, you're a second son, but I…"
Harry cut him off sharply. "You mean it's all right for me to be disowned because I wouldn't have inherited anyway? But oh, no, Bartemius Crouch Jr. is the only heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Crouch, so he can't be seen consorting with a fag."
Barty flinched, but didn't deny anything.
With a disgusted snort, Harry turned and walked away. There were others in the school who could satisfy his needs. A prettily plump Gryffindor in Severus' year came to mind. What was her name? Mary MacDonald, that was it.
With a smirk, Harry changed the path his feet were following to head toward the library, where Mary was often found studying with Lily. The girl had been giving him the eye for a while, so it shouldn't be difficult to seduce her.
By the end of the week, Harry was a legend within the walls of Hogwarts—rumors were flying about how he would sleep with anyone if it meant a good time. Male, female, Gryffindor, Slytherin—anyone was free game. Those who had been seduced by him never spoke a word, but everyone in the castle learned their names anyway.
Lily Evans tried to confront him about it—especially since his plans to seduce Mary had resulted in the girl being attacked by Mulciber with dark magic (since after all, there was nothing interesting about the girl if she didn't have some kind of dark taint about her to attract him).
When he started hitting on Lily Evans in the middle of that conversation, she gaped at him like a fish as a deep blush started to climb her cheeks. Then she slapped him and stalked away in a huff.
Harry filed the information away for a future day. Lily was either attracted to him, was more interested in sex than she pretended, or was attracted to James and Harry hitting on her was too close for comfort.
He would put his money on the last, but for Severus' sake he decided to hope for the second.
His most interesting conquest in his first month of seducing Hogwarts was his old friend from the train in first year—Regulus Black. Interesting because it was not he who did the seduction.
He was in an empty, locked, and silenced classroom, having just finished with a Hufflepuff girl whose name he had already forgotten. Regulus had quietly undone the spells on the room and entered, causing the girl to squeak as she finished refastening her blouse, then dart out the door.
Harry was lounging against the desk they had used, his pants still hanging open, his shirt unbuttoned, and his unfastened tie hanging loosely around his neck.
As soon as the Hufflepuff was gone, Regulus had locked and silenced the room again, then calmly began peeling off his robes and uniform until he stood before Harry completely naked. Even his wand was tossed aside to rest on his discarded trousers.
"What are you doing, Regulus?" Harry asked, tiredly pushing back his sweaty hair with one hand.
And Regulus smirked, and said, "Seducing you."
It wasn't the first time Harry had bottomed—Lucius' education had been very thorough—but it was the first time he felt the true power of having no control. Oh, Regulus might be the one calling the shots, but Harry was the one who decided how fast they went, and he knew enough of sex to make sure that Regulus came far faster than he had intended.
There was a very deep satisfaction in that. Especially because he could see the frustration in Regulus' eyes. And even more especially because it made Regulus come back for more. It slowed down Harry's conquest of the rest of the school, but there were numerous advantages to having a regular partner, as he had learned with Barty.
But the best thing was that he and Regulus shared a dorm room, so Harry didn't have to work as hard to satisfy his needs.
~Though I May be Going Down, I'll Take in Flames Over Burning Out~
At the end of Harry's fourth year, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts OWL had let out, he was looking for Severus outside on the lawn when he heard a crowd of jeering students off to one side of the lake.
A sinking feeling started in his stomach, and Harry rushed up to see what was happening. He got there in time to see Severus being lifted into the air by a spell of his own invention. It was, in fact, the same spell with which they had hung James and Sirius from the ceiling in his first year.
James was the one controlling the spell this time, and Sirius was standing beside him, egging him on. Behind them, clearly ignoring what was happening, Harry could see Remus Lupin reading a book. He was a prefect and he was ignoring the bullying happening right beside him!
Storming up, Harry saw that he wasn't the only one trying to rush to Severus' rescue. There was Lily with her fiery red hair, confronting James with hands on her hips.
"Leave him alone," she snapped, glaring up at James with every sign of hatred in her face. "What's he done to you?"
"It's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean…" James said cockily. Several of the other children in the circle around them laughed.
Harry's jaw tightened as he stalked closer. Most of the circle was made up of Gryffindors, with a few from other houses ranged around in small groups. None of them were interfering, and with so many lions about, he couldn't safely rescue Severus by himself…
"You think you're funny," Lily said coldly, "But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone."
"I will if you go out with me, Evans," James said quickly.
Harry halted abruptly, missing whatever else James was saying. The sinking, twisting feeling in his gut tightened sharply. This was bad. This was very, very BAD. Severus still hadn't confessed, and knowing with incontrovertible doubt that James liked and was trying to woo Lily Evans…
"I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last man on earth!" Lily snapped. "Now let him down!"
James reluctantly raised his wand and used the counter on Severus. Harry winced as his friend fell to the ground with a thump. But Severus was quick to grab his wand while Lily and James were still arguing, and he fired a cutting curse at James, opening a thin cut in the Gryffindor's cheek.
At that point, Harry closed his eyes in defeat. James and Sirius both retaliated on Severus, while Lily continued to threaten them all, apparently even going so far as to draw her own wand.
And then Severus said something that made Harry stop breathing. "I don't need help from MUDBLOODS like you, Evans!"
"Well then," Lily said with ice in her voice. "I won't bother from now on."
And she walked away. Just like that. They had been friends for years before even coming to Hogwarts, according to Severus. And they had made it through another five during school. And she just walked away.
Harry was suddenly quite sure that if anyone could see Lily Evans' face right then, it would be relieved.
Resigned, he stepped into the circle to join his friend in facing down his brother and Sirius Black. At least two on two would be more fair. He knew they would lose anyway, but this is what friends were for.
Not for the first time, he wished they dared use the dark arts on their enemies. This would have been stopped years before if they could.
Much later, after a teacher had stepped in to stop the fight, and he and Severus had been healed by Madam Pomfrey, Harry was sitting on Severus' bed waiting for the older boy to return from a meeting with Evans. He already knew what the result of that would be, and he was prepared to do anything necessary to offer Severus the needed comfort and support.
So when Severus sort of lurched through the door of the dorm room, and stumbled across the floor to sprawl on the bed fully clothed, Harry was ready.
Crawling off the bed and gently beginning to remove Severus' shoes and socks, he asked, "What did she say?"
"She wants nothing to do with me," Severus said, his voice dead. "I tried everything. I tried apologizing. I…"
Harry paused and looked up at his friend. Severus was crying. Sighing, he tugged off the second sock and crawled back onto the bed, now working at the ties for Severus' robes. "You told her you love her."
Severus nodded silently, the tears not stopping in the least.
Harry shook his head, sure he knew what Lily's answer to that would have been. Gently, he pushed the robes off of Severus' shoulders, forcing his friend to sit up slightly so they could be removed. Next Harry undid the tie, and pulled it free of Severus' collar, smoothing his hands gently over the starched white fabric of the shirt.
Severus just looked at him, crying silent tears, and Harry gently folded the older boy into his embrace. They sat like that for a long time, no words passing between them. Harry had enough thought to close and silence the curtains, and then he just sat and held Severus, gently rocking back and forth as his friend grieved.
"Why?" Severus finally gasped. "Why doesn't anyone…"
He couldn't finish, but Harry understood. Pulling away slightly, Harry moved his hands to cup Severus' face and he smiled sadly. Leaning in, he gently brushed Severus' lips with his own, then pulled back again. "I love you, Severus. I know it's not enough. I could never be enough. But you are not alone.
Severus stared at him, one hand coming up to touch his lips in wonder. Harry hoped that his friend would understand what he was saying. This was not a romance. It was friendship at the deepest, strongest level. He would give anything of himself if it would help his best friend to cope with his loss.
Then Severus smiled, a small lopsided thing, and leaned in to kiss Harry in return. And Harry knew that the message had been received.
Gently, he began to unbutton his best friends' shirt, and felt Severus performing the same duties on him. This was not a classroom liaison. This would be slow, and soft, and gentle. This had meaning.
And at the back of Harry's mind, a plan was twisting itself into being. He would crush Lily Evans for doing this to Severus. And if he worked things correctly, he would destroy his brother in the process.
~Set Fire to the Rain~
Harry spent that summer with the Black family. By some fortuitous twist, Sirius had been disowned and was now living with the Potters. As a result, Harry spent three long months as Regulus' plaything, with the added bonus of making some valuable connections with the other members of the House of Black. He met, for the first time, Bellatrix Black, who was apparently betrothed to one of the Lestrange twins in Severus' year. Even knowing that she was the eldest of the Black sisters, and therefore seven years older than her intended husband, did not help him equate that with the small, insane slip of a girl who flounced around Grimmauld Place like a child.
He had fun that summer. Regulus, of course, thought he had finally gained the upper hand and was now beginning to tire of him. Harry had mixed feelings about that—he would miss the convenience, but not the mind games. But of course, he had won in the end, by making Regulus think that he had won, so it was best if their relationship stopped there instead of beginning a new round.
When they returned to school, Harry was immediately inundated with extra work, as it was his fifth year. Having seen the way Severus struggled under the load the year before, he started revising from day one.
He had not forgotten his plot to destroy Evans and Potter, though. It was always there at the back of his mind. He had even told Peter—or Wormtail as the boy was now addressed by anyone who knew of his animagus form—to keep a close eye on James and Lily this year, and to let him know the instant they began a relationship.
He was sure it was coming. All of the signs were there.
And then it happened. At the beginning of October, Friday the eighth. It was a full moon.
Harry wasn't sure what possessed Severus to even try it. The other boy knew. He had known that Lupin was a werewolf. He had to have known it was a trap.
Perhaps if Harry had been there, he might have stopped it. But he and Severus hadn't been spending much time together due to Harry's revising schedule. Harry was too stressed from trying to study for the OWLs to pay attention to what Severus was up to.
As it was, he suspected that the Marauders had used their separation to trick his friend into some kind of plot that backfired on him.
And as these things happen, by the time Harry learned of what was going on, it was already over. Severus was in the hospital wing, having already been to the Headmaster's office with Potter, Black and Lupin.
Harry snuck into the hospital wing very early the next morning, fearing the worst. All sorts of wild rumors were flying around, some people saying that Severus had been mauled by a magical creature of some sort. Knowing as much as he did about Lupin, Harry was very afraid he would find his friend in pieces.
But there Severus lay, his face white against the sheets, but appearing to be perfectly healthy.
Of course he was healthy. Harry wanted to smack himself. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't very well leave him to suffer with the wounds.
Gently, Harry reached down to shake Severus' shoulder, and stumbled back when his friend sat up with a gasp, one arm raising as if to ward off a blow.
"It's me, Severus!" Harry cried softly. "Calm down, it's me."
Severus stared at him for a moment as though he didn't recognize Harry. Then he sighed, closed his eyes, and slumped back on the bed. "I thought I was about to be attacked by that werewolf again."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the edge of Severus' bed. "What happened?"
"I was stupid," Severus admitted. "I overheard Black telling Pettigrew not to let anyone follow Lupin through a secret passage under the Whomping Willow last night. I should have realized!"
Harry smiled wryly at his friend and received a grimace in response. "You stopped keeping track of the full moon, didn't you?"
They had tracked the moon obsessively ever since Harry shared Lupin's condition with Severus.
Severus shifted in the bed, but didn't answer. Which was admission in itself.
"It's not as though we knew where they hid Lupin away before this," Harry conceded.
Severus sighed again, his mouth twisting bitterly. "It gets worse. I panicked as soon as I realized Lupin was there, and I tried to run. He came this close to biting me." Severus held his fingers an inch apart and shuddered. "Then Potter was there, and pulling me back into the passage with him. The Headmaster called it a life debt. I owe Potter my life."
Harry gaped for a moment, then closed his mouth with a snap. "Didn't he punish them? Black obviously lured you there on purpose. You could have been killed!"
"No," Severus growled, his fists clenching in the bedcovers. "In fact, I was sworn to secrecy about the entire matter, and his precious Gryffindors got nary a slap on the wrist!"
Harry felt indignation rising within him, and his own fists clenched in his lap. "I'll make them pay, Severus," he promised. "They won't get away with this."
"No!" Severus snapped, sitting up again. "Black and Lupin are mine. I know you already have plans for Potter, but I cannot sit idly by and let you get revenge for me."
Harry nodded slowly, deciding not to tell Severus about his plans for Lily Evans. He suspected that his friend still harbored feelings for the bitch.
"I'd better go," he said instead. "Madam Pomfrey will be up and about soon. You'll be all right?"
Severus gave him a rare, lopsided smile, and nodded.
Harry nodded and smiled back, then left the hospital wing to head to breakfast. In the corridor outside, a rat scampered right up to him and, seeing that the corridor was empty, transformed into the trembling form of Peter Pettigrew.
"It happened last night!" Peter squeaked. "James got into a fight with Sirius about a prank they played on Snape last night. After Sirius stormed off, Lily approached James to find out what was happening. I don't know what was said, but I saw her kiss him on the cheek! He's been floating on air all morning!"
Harry's stomach sank. Severus was not going to be happy. Not at all.
"Keep an eye on them when you can, Wormtail," Harry told the spy sternly. "I want to know of any romantic rendezvous that James dreams up. If you find out when he's planning to sleep with her the first time, come and find me at once. I want to know the day, time, and place as soon as you know."
Wormtail gaped after him as he walked away.
~Leave Unsaid, Unspoken~
Harry studied his reflection in the mirror one more time, and decided that his nose could still stand to be a little longer. He performed the necessary change to the glamour and nodded in satisfaction.
Standing before the mirror in the boy's bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts…was someone who appeared to be James Potter. Harry fidgeted with the red-trimmed robes he was wearing, uncomfortable without the green he was used to.
It was almost time. And if he knew his brother, James would enter this bathroom for one last check before meeting with Evans in a classroom that was quite popular for certain things. Harry would know; he had used it many times himself.
Moving, he stood behind the door where James wouldn't see him upon entering. It didn't take long. Five minutes of standing there, and the door hushed quietly open as someone stepped inside.
James was wearing the invisibility cloak, a Potter family heirloom that Harry had been forbidden to touch. It would be his, one day. He had patience.
Harry waited until James had removed the cloak, then raised his wand and petrified his brother. James fell over at once, his eyes swinging wildly to see who had attacked him. Harry conjured ropes, just in case James had the mental strength to shake off the petrification spell, then leaned into his brother's field of vision.
James' eyes widened with incredulity. Smiling, Harry leaned down and took James' glasses, putting them on his own face. He couldn't see very well, but he didn't anticipate having to wear them very long.
A simple hover charm put James in the stall furthest from the door, and he covered him with the invisibility cloak for good measure.
"Sit tight, James," Harry said. Then he left the room and made his way to the appointed classroom.
Evans was already waiting, her hands twisting nervously in her robes as she stared at him entering the room.
"I'm not sure about this, James," she said softly. There was a quiver in her voice that made Harry's skin tingle with anticipation.
"It's all right," Harry said gently. "We can take things slow. If you're still not sure, then we don't have to do this tonight. No pressure."
Evans relaxed considerably and smiled up at him. "Thank you," she breathed.
Harry smiled and crossed the room to her, taking her in his arms. He had been planning to deflower Lily Evans for quite some time. There was no way he was leaving this room without accomplishing his goal.
He used every ounce of Slytherin ability that he possessed, gently kissing her, touching her back and sides, slowly working his hands beneath her robes but not touching skin yet. The kiss grew more heated, and he stroked the expanse of skin that had appeared when she stood on tiptoe to embrace him around the neck. She gasped, and he couldn't help but smirk against her lips. Too easy.
She pulled away after another few moments, and he regrettably stopped his exploration of the smooth skin on her stomach.
"James…I…"
"Shh…." Harry whispered, dipping his head back down for another kiss. This time he didn't stay on her lips, but trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck where he attacked with lips, tongue, and teeth a spot that most girls found particularly sensitive.
She was breathing harshly, and pressed closer against him. Harry could feel her erect nipples even through all their layers of clothing. Deciding he could get away with it, Harry pushed her robes from her shoulders and felt her following suit with his own robes a moment later. He almost grinned.
Then Harry stopped, pulling away slightly and pretending to breathe hard as he stared at Lily with hooded eyes. "Should I stop?"
"More!" Lily moaned, leaning up to kiss him again.
Harry stopped holding back. He pulled her close against his crotch so she could feel his erection, reaching his other hand up to squeeze her breast through her shirt and bra. She kissed him harder, and started undoing the buttons on Harry's shirt.
It didn't take long for them both to be naked. Lily pulled back slightly, studying his naked body with curious eyes. Harry pretended to do the same, knowing that James was still a virgin.
The silence stretched for a second too long before Harry said, "You're beautiful."
Lily blushed, then slowly sank to her knees.
Harry gave her a questioning look.
"The other girls say it's fun," she whispered, shuffling closer to his erection and glancing anxiously between it and his face. "Is it okay?"
Harry nodded mutely, hiding the surprise he felt. Lily was tentative at first, and he made a few small noises to encourage her. It was actually kind of hot, having a girl suck him off who had no idea what she was doing. But he had other plans.
When she started to get a little too enthusiastic, even for him, Harry stopped her.
She pulled back at once, his erection popping free of her mouth with a wet plopping sound. "You don't like it?"
"I do," Harry said. "That's the problem." It was exactly the kind of cheesy line James would use.
Lily blushed prettily and rose up, her entire form brushing against him and stealing a gasp from his lips. "What next?" she asked, hesitant.
"Now I get to make you feel good," Harry murmured huskily. He pushed her back onto the desk in the middle of the room. He returned to her neck at first, to help her relax, then slowly worked his way down her body. He paid especial attention to her breasts, laving one nipple while his free hand tweaked the other. She was soon a gasping puddle lying across the surface of the desk, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Instead of taking advantage of the position immediately, Harry continued down. He nibbled across her stomach, dipped his tongue into her belly button, and then moved down to the juncture between her thighs. She was dripping wet.
Looking up, he saw that she had a nervous, yet excited look on her face. So, the 'girls' had told her about this, too?
Harry leaned forward and began to pleasure her with his tongue. It didn't take long. She was too close to the edge for him to have spent very long doing this.
Harry did what James would have, and came back up to hold her as she quivered from the orgasm.
"That was…" she finally gasped.
Harry smiled down at her, and said, "I'm glad I could make you feel good, Lily."
"I-I've heard that it hurts the first time," Lily whispered. Her hands came up to thread into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss despite the fact that she was tasting herself.
Harry moved closer, purposely allowing his erection to bump against her entrance. Lily gasped and pulled out of the kiss.
"Will you cast a contraception charm? I want to make you feel good, too," Lily said, determination lighting her eyes. She raised her legs again, scooting a little higher on the desk so that her feet could rest on the edge while her knees stayed bent.
Realizing that the next part of his plan would require something more comfortable, Harry said, "Hold on," and he fumbled through his robes for his wand, then transfigured the desk into a double bed. Then he pointed his wand at Lily's stomach and muttered a standard contraception charm. The idea of actually breeding with the girl made him shudder.
Lily giggled, sprawling on the bed. She held her arms open to him and Harry leapt back onto her, playfully growling against her throat just to hear her squeal. Then they shared a passionate kiss that ended with Lily saying, "Now, James. I'm ready."
Harry nodded, and gently guided himself to her entrance. He pushed in slowly until he felt her barrier, then pulled back slightly and slammed home. Lily gasped loudly in pain, and he just stayed still, holding her, until her shudders had passed.
"Okay?" he asked, kissing her shoulder.
She nodded, and he moved a little to see if she would wince in pain again. Her eyes widened a little, as though surprised, and Harry laughed. Smoothly, he pulled back and pushed back in, over and over and over. And Lily loved it. She started to move in time with him, until they were causing the transfigured bed to creak steadily beneath them.
Harry held back on his own orgasm. He wanted her to come again. It was integral.
They continued on for long minutes, occasionally kissing or sharing little loving gestures that made Harry feel sick to his stomach. He kept up the same steady pace, waiting for some cue from Lily that would tell him she was ready for more.
"I think you should go faster," Lily gasped, her hips coming up to meet his.
Harry obliged, hitting harder for good measure. And suddenly Lily's passage was a great deal wetter than it had been. It didn't take long for her to come again with the increased pace, and Harry allowed himself to spiral after her into oblivion.
He pulled out when he was spent, and held Lily as she snuggled up against him.
"That was amazing, James," she finally said, a happy sigh escaping her lips.
Harry nodded against her head; his acting skills were wearing thin.
"I wish we could just sleep here," Lily continued. "I don't want to move."
"Then sleep," Harry said gently, excitement filling his veins. "I'll make sure you wake up in time to return to Gryffindor before you're missed."
"Really?" Lily looked up at him and smiled when he nodded. She snuggled closer, and Harry waited for her breath to even out before he raised his wand from the side of the bed where he had left it after performing the transfiguration.
"Somnus," he whispered. She fell into a deep sleep at once, and he pushed her out of his arms and left the bed at once. Shrugging back into his clothes, Harry assessed the picture of Lily's sleeping form. There was a spot of blood on the white sheets of the bed, and he could see a smear of more blood on the inside of her thighs. There was a love-bite appearing on the exposed side of her neck, and her nipples were red and swollen from his attentions.
Smirking, he turned to leave the room, returning to the bathroom where he had left James. His brother was giving him a horrified look when he removed the cloak, and Harry furthered it by returning James' glasses and then removing his glamour. Then he removed the petrification, leaving James tied up, and waited to see what James would say first.
"What did you do?" James whispered, horrified.
"I kept your appointment with Lily Evans," Harry answered calmly.
James gaped at him, then paled, then turned red, then paled again. "YOU BASTARD!" he finally screamed. Harry absently silenced and locked the bathroom so no one would hear. "You—" James faltered, his expression turning to despair. "You raped her. You raped her while looking like me! She'll hate me! You—You've ruined my life!"
Harry shook his head, tutting. "That would have been a fitting revenge, wouldn't it? But no, dear brother. I did not rape Lily Evans. I made sure she enjoyed it. Every. Single. Moment. With me."
James' eyes had tears gathering at the corners, and his mouth was twisted with all the emotions he was feeling and couldn't choose between. "You bastard," he whispered. "Why? Why would you do this to me? To her?"
Harry scoffed in disbelief. "You are responsible for Father disowning me, James. And I couldn't allow Evans to throw aside Severus' friendship and get away with it, could I?"
"But why this?" James asked. "Why didn't you just rape her if you wanted revenge on us both?"
"Ah, but there's the rub, isn't it, James?" Harry asked, smiling with satisfaction. "I have no doubt, given how long you two have harbored feelings for each other, that you will end up married. And now you have to live with knowing that it wasn't you that stole Lily Evans' virginity, but your despised younger brother. And you have to live with knowing that she enjoyed it. And knowing that she thought it was you. So you can't ever tell her that she didn't in fact sleep with you, but someone who only looked like you and acted like you. Every time you touch her. Every time she looks at you with love in her eyes. You will know. I. HAD. HER. FIRST."
James broke down at that point, sobbing hysterically on the floor of the boy's bathroom while his brother looked on without pity.
"You've got three hours to sort yourself out, dear brother," Harry finally said. "I've left Lily sleeping in that classroom, and she expects you to wake her up before she'll be missed by the other girls in Gryffindor. Although, given how much knowledge she had about what we just did, I don't doubt that she'll be sharing all the juicy details about how good in bed you are. I do hope that you'll live up to her expectations the next time."
Harry removed the ropes from James—who curled into a fetal position on the floor in front of the toilet—closed the door to the stall, and left the bathroom.