Tonight was the night Harry would be performing his first ritual. Harry hadn't seen Ambrosius since he had given Harry the journal, something about unexpected genocide keeping him quite busy on the other side of the world. But Ambrosius had still given Harry the instructions to perform his first ritual to connect with Ambrosius in his own realm.
Harry was quite nervous that he was going to mess up. Hermione had been over several times in the last week and each time she made jabs at Harry's competence and intelligence as well as the dangers of rituals and necromancy.
But Harry was learning to ignore her, as was everyone else. Thankfully for once, Ron was remaining supportive and on his side this time, even if he kept teasing him about having a crush on the God of Death. Kingsley and the Malfoys were also quite supportive and not judgemental about the new magic Harry was dabbling in, probably because when he didn't exhaust any necromantic powers on his own, dead things started to show up in the house uninvited. Better he uses the power on his own pursuits than have it used involuntarily because it was overflowing.
Whatever squeamishness Harry might have still held seemed to have died a swift death after taking his necromantic NEWTs. For this ritual, he was going to have to drain the lifeblood of a goat to be able to draw the runic circle he needed to meditate it. Pre-Necromancy Harry would have never considered killing an innocent animal for anything other than for its meat or magical properties for potions. He certainly wouldn't have killed either with his own hands.
But here stood Harry now in the scrubbed clean ritual room in Grimmauld place, killing a goat without flinching, collecting its blood under the new moon, and using a thestral hair paint brush to paint a blood runic circle on the ground. Harry never felt more at peace with his magic than he did now. Drawing the runic circle that Ambrosius had just taught him days ago came easily and Harry hadn't even realized he was chanting under his breath in a language none but the dead could understand.
Now he was done, a little bloody, and ready to meditate, to send his consciousness to wherever Ambrosius was waiting for him. Molly and Hermione would have sobbed in horror to see what dark magicks Harry was wielding with such ease. The callous indifference to the life he just took and used as a tool. A stray thought in his mind wondering if Morrigan would like a zombie goat as a companion or if collecting his monthly sacrifices would take up too much room in the small townhouse.
Finally though, finally his thoughts were slowing, chant picking up in volume and speed, sitting comfortably on the floor in the middle of the bloody circle, Harry Potter closed his eyes one moment, having been looking at the dead goat across the room, and then opening them again in a familiar blindingly white plane of existence.
"Oh… it worked," Harry said amused with himself.
"You did wonderfully for your first ritual my necromancer." A dark lilting tone spoke from behind Harry, making him whip his head around to look Ambrosius in the eyes.
"It took me longer than expected, I didn't expect the ritual room to be so large, I had to paint a bigger runic circle than originally planned," Harry answered, trying to distract himself from eyeing Death's body hungrily.
"You will improve. This is your first ritual ever. Now come to me my necromancer, I have missed you much in the past weeks." Ambrosius' purple eyes watched Harry with a longing that stole his breath away. He had never had anyone look at Harry like that before. People had stared at him with hope and hatred, jealousy and possession, but no one had looked at Harry like he was precious and that they might die if Harry didn't let them bask in his presence. Instead of being intimidated by the weight of that look, Harry stepped closer to Ambrosius, melting into his arms that he wrapped around Harry's small frame.
Death shouldn't feel so warm and comforting, but he did, he felt like coming home for the first time. Their magic sparked like static as they came in contact with one another. Harry was sure that leaving later before the sun rose was going to be one of the hardest things he ever did.
Ambrosius' chest rose with a dark husky chuckle. "I have missed you very much my necromancer. But we have much to accomplish this night, as much as I would love to hold you all night."
"Sometimes it scares me how easy it is to be with you Ambrosius. I have never surrendered to someone so completely as I have with you. We barely know each other and I feel so safe with you." Harry murmured against Ambrosius' chest.
"I am obsessed with you my little necromancer. I want to bask in the warm energy you exude without trying. I want to talk to you all day for you are the most fascinating soul I have ever come across. I find myself ignoring so many responsibilities of mine so just spend a moment more with you. Some days I think fate sent you to me to be my downfall. But then I find myself not caring if she had because you would be worth falling for." Ambrosius' sinful voice carried over Harry with every word, gooseflesh breaking out across his skin, he felt drunk on Ambrosius' words, something felt so embarrassingly erotic about standing here in limbo with just Ambrosius.
"I think you will be the end of me, Ambrosius." Harry's voice was ragged.
"Then you will be the end of me as well." Ambrosius grabbed the back of Harry's neck and pulled him into a surprising kiss. His lips ghosted over Harry's before pressing down harder, causing Harry to gasp. Which was all Ambrosius needed to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth, coaxing him into a deeper and more passionate kiss. Harry's hands clenched against Ambrosius' shirt, feeling dizzy with passion and want for more. Pressing closer against Ambrosius' hard body, wanting, needing to be closer, to have more of the Death God.
Harry felt his cheeks pink up when he let out a long moan as Ambrosius nibbled, bit, and pulled on Harry's lips.
"Darling you make me lose all self-control," Ambrosius murmured roughly against Harry's lips before taking him once more. Harry's knees felt weak, but Ambrosius' strong arms were holding him up and pressed hard against the god's body.
Harry wondered if this is what being high on drugs felt like. This dizzying heat that just made him want to beg for more, for it to never end.
"Please…please, 'Rosius… please more," Harry begged in a wrecked tone as their magic danced around one another. Harry's pupils were blown wide, he was panting and moaning, trying to get closer, feel more, and become one with Ambrosius and his magic.
"Oh, my little necromancer. You do not know what you do to my self-control. I may be a God, but I cannot control myself around you and your sweet magic." Ambrosius groaned defeatedly. He knew they needed to be doing other things but he couldn't let his necromancer go back to that dreary house without him before tasting him more. "I am going to take such good care of you Darling."
Harry felt himself being lifted, his legs quickly wrapping around Ambrosius' waist as his back was pressed against something cool and hard. Harry felt all his thoughts leave his brain when Ambrosius' hard clothed cock rubbed against Harry's. "Fuck, please. 'Rosi please more. Need you, need you so badly." Harry whimpered as he tried to rub back against Ambrosius.
"Patience my love, I am not going to fuck you for the first time here in limbo but I am going to take such good care of you." Ambrosius groaned into Harry's wild hair before letting his lips trail down Harry's face and neck, biting down every now and then to hear Harry whimper louder for him.
Oh, Ambrosius knew he couldn't fuck his poor boy yet, but he also wouldn't pass up the opportunity to make Harry fall apart in his arms. His moans alone would keep Ambrosius going for months. Nipping at Harry's ear lobe, making him moan louder, Ambrosius slid his hand into Harry's trousers, wrapping his cool hand around Harry's hard leaking dick.
Tears formed in Harry's eyes as Ambrosius kept teasing him. "Please, please, 'Rosi please need you, please more," Harry begged and whined shamelessly, just needing Ambrosius to put him out of his misery already. This definitely was not how Harry thought this new moon ritual would go, but fuck if Harry wanted anything else but Ambrosius to give him the hottest hand job of his entire life.
Ambrosius finally gave in and felt some pity for the panting and writhing boy. Increasing his speed as he played with Harry's cock, fingers teasing the head, long nails tracing his slit forcing more pre-come to coat Ambrosius' hand. Finally. Finally, when Ambrosius used his other hand to tease Harry's balls did Harry finally come with a loud wail. Shuddering in aftershocks against the wall Ambrosius had him pressed against, face flushed red, tears and drool making Harry look absolutely wrecked. Ambrosius didn't even need to grab himself to come at the image of Harry messed up a delirious from the passion that Ambrosius provided him.
"Oh my sweet Harry, you will be the end of me," Ambrosius whispered as he kissed Harry's head sweetly. The poor boy passed out in his arms.
"Just wait until the next New Moon my love, I will ruin you again and again and again. Until you want no other than me. Before no one else could dream of satisfying you like I can. My darling sweet necromancer."
Harry woke up on the floor of the Black ritual room sticky, cold, but oh so satisfied. Embarrassment flooded Harry's face as he thought back to last night's events. Harry had never behaved in such a whorish manner in his entire life. He couldn't believe some of the things that had come out of his mouth. He was never going to be able to look Ambrosius in the eye ever again. They were supposed to spend last night furthering Harry's knowledge of necromancy and instead, Harry accidentally seduced the Death God away from his duties and Harry's responsibilities.
The others are never allowed to know what happened inside the ritual room. They can never know that Harry got a handy instead of a proper instruction in the magic Harry kept exuding.
"What the hell did I do?" Harry muttered to himself, using magic to vanish the remains of last night's 'activities' that remained on his skin. He still felt slightly sticky and itchy but nothing but a proper shower would fix that. He needed to close and clean up his runic circle before he could do anything else.
And if Harry masturbated a little too enthusiastically in the shower later, well no one else was there to know.
Harry couldn't wait until the next new moon.
