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Warnings: Slash (male-male and female-female relationships), maybe lemon or lime. HPDM obviously!!!! RLSB and others!!!!

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Chapter 3

The last accords of the song died out melting with the rising beat of a new song. Harry, Remus and Sirius stepped out of the dancing floor to the bar and asked for water. Cheers and whistles growing louder from the crowd in the dance floor. They parted and the trio could see what caused the ruckus. A thin young man was standing on one side of the dancing floor; his back was to the wall and the hood of his black sport-sweater covering his face. Strands of platinum blonde hair peeked from underneath the hood from time to time with each graceful movement. It was hypnotic, his body moving in time with the music. Harry had to admit the guy was good, in all aspects of the word.

He has known he was gay since he was 12, having developed a tiny crush for his history teacher. At 13 he realized that girls didn't really pulled his attention and since then he's been in and out of relationships and never took it further than soft kisses and holding hands. There was something about that guy that intrigued him; called to him… a low whistle brought him back to reality.

'He's good, really good…' Sirius said in a slightly awed voice.

'Hmmm… that he is indeed.' He mused scrutinizing the young man carefully. He seemed to be meditating over something. 'Siri, have you noticed?' he said in a bit dazed voice.

Confused Sirius glanced from Remus to the mysterious young man. 'Notice what, Re?' he said confused. Remus sighed.

'Didn't his dancing movements say anything to you at all? Look really careful, Padfoot.' Sirius looked at Remus before studying the young dancer. Graceful movements, tall, broad shoulders, small waist, platinum blonde hair and the way how his presence commanded an entire room. Could it be?

'Draconis?' Sirius asked disbelieving.

Remus nodded his head. 'It seems so… those movements are similar to Lucius's.'

'You know him?' Harry asked, his eyes never leaving the dancing blonde.

Remus and Sirius shared a glance over Harry's head. 'Sort of, his father and godfather went to Hogwarts with us.' Sirius answered with a graceful shrug. Remus gave Sirius a pointed look. The black haired man sighed. 'There is the fact that his father is my cousin making him my nephew…' he trailed of.

'Nephew! You never told me you've got a nephew! Why?' Harry said looking at his godfather with his bright green eyes.

'Ehhh… Re, a little bit of help, please!' Sirius said a little bit panicked. The golden brown haired man sighed.

'Let's just say that Padfoot and his family aren't in the best of terms.' Harry ohh-ed and looked at Sirius questioningly but didn't ask. There were things that were better the way they were.

The song melted into another. The crowded people started to dance and the blonde lost himself in the mob of frantic dancers. Harry felt a kiss on his left temple and turned to look at the black haired man. He gave the man a questioning look.

Sirius smiled ruefully. 'Sorry, Bambi. We've got to sleep early. Have to be at Hogwarts first thing in the morning.' He said and gave Harry a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

'Almost forgot. You've got to be at Hogwarts quarter to 8 sharp. Sleep well and good luck.' Remus said while giving him a hug and a kiss on each cheek. A few more words of encouragement and the men left the place. Harry went to the bar and asked Terry for his things.

'Good show there, Ri!' he said as he handed the black haired young man a black and old rucksack.

'Thanks man.' He said with a smile and as he turned he bumped softly with something flat, hard and warm. He felt a pair of hands on his shoulder helping him to get his balance. Harry looked up onto the hood covered face. Their eyes even though shadowed by the hood were unsettlingly bright and were slightly hinted with worry.

'Are you all right?' a deep soft baritone voice asked with masked concern. The voice sent shiver up Harry's spine and he released a shuddered breath.

'Yeah, thanks.' He said softly unable to look from the bright eyes. The concern turn into dim amusement and the stranger smirked.

'See you 'round.' He said mysteriously. Harry could only nod. That had never happen to him before. But the blonde's presence made him giddy, insanely happy, go weak on the knees… something you would expect from some lovesick 1st year girl with a crush on one of her teachers. Harry sighed and arranged his hold on the rucksack's band.

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He arrived at the Durley's house only to find the house empty. He had already call Neville to tell him he was returning home. Neville sounded worried and asked him if he was al right. The thought brought a smile to his face. He went to the kitchen to drink a bit of milk before going to bed. In the fridge was a note from his Aunt.

Harry,

It was a last minute trip. One of Vernon's sisters died tonight. I'm sure you remember her… 'darling' Marge. Well we've taken Dudley with us and we will be back in a week. By the way, Sirius came by. I'm sure he can take you in until we've arrived? I can not bear the thought of you all alone in the house, less with those… hooligans. Oh, but that sweet boy, Neville, aye? You can ask him too. I'm sure his grandmother would take you in a heartbeat. Please, eat. Now that Vernon's not around fill out a bit, ok?

Love,

Your Aunt.

Well, for other people this would come as a shock. Normally, Petunia wasn't someone you would classify as loving type. Maybe with her son, but her nephew… No one has ever seen her more than indifferent towards her nephew. But in the shelter of the house and provided that Vernon wasn't in hearing or seeing range, she was a very sweet loving person. At the beginning, she was completely indifferent to Harry. But as years have come to pass, she found company in Harry and a connection with her darling sister. Contrary to belief, she loved her sister very much and was destroyed by her death. The only problem was her husband. Vernon used to work for the Potter Family in one of the family's companies. That was how he met Petunia. James Potter was Lily's fiancé by the time. Lily was older by a year only. Petunia wasn't always the ugly horse-faced woman. She was quite beautiful. Her long ash blonde silky hair, her sky-blue eyes; but years of Vernon's abuse did that to anyone. She and Harry were starved quite often by Vernon, locked in their rooms. He did that to Petunia because he could and to Harry because he couldn't stand the young man. At least he hadn't caught the habit of using them as a punching bag.

Harry sighed. He filled a glass with milk and drank it slowly. He went upstairs and straight to his bedroom. His last thoughts before closing his eyes were filled by blond tresses and sparkling eyes.

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