A follower suggested a story about Harry and a father figure such as Sirius, Charlus or an alive James. I was initially hesitant as there have been stories done that have that background, I would need something more, something new. While I haven't read EVERYTHING on fanfiction, I have been reading HP Fanfiction for over 10 years now.

I was coming out of sleep one morning when an idea hit me, Harry and James operating a shop in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. My head became filled with ideas and after a few days of attempting to organize some sort of basic plot behind it, I figured I would unleash my creation to my viewerbase. This story will be released on Wednesday's as it goes, with My Neighbor's Incest being on Mondays and Werecat being on Friday's

Just a warning, I will be taking breaks from uploading every now and again, such as if I am on vacation or doing something, but I will attempt to maintain an upload schedule.

With that being said, let's get this party crackin'.

Chapter 1

A buzzing interrupted Harry's action packed dream, he had crushed his longtime rival, Draco Malfoy, in the final Quidditch game of the year. Hoisted up onto the shoulders of his teammates, they chanted his name loudly. The stands were bursting with glory, Gryfindor colors streaming down signalling their victory. Buzzing away on his nightstand, his wand disrupted the dream, bringing him crumbling back to reality just as Dumbledore was presenting him the House Cup.

A groan escaped him as he buried his head deeper into the pillow; he loved his life, but the one aspect he couldn't stand was his father's demand of him rising at such an ungodly hour. He reached out and gripped his wand, sending a pulse of magic into it to cease its vibration. Rolling over onto his side, he looked at the mechanical clock that was softly backlit by an illumination rune.

5:00 am, time to get up, his father had been waking him up at five for as long as he could remember. He thought he would be used to it by now, but as his teenage hormones flooded his body, he found his circadian rhythm bucking against the early hours. Longing to be reclaimed by the bliss of sleep, he had to force himself up. He knew better than to keep his old man waiting.

Sitting up in bed, Harry fumbled with his glasses, jamming them on his face as he leaned forward to stare at the floor. Begging his mind to fully awaken so that he could start his morning routine, he rubbed his hands over his face. He needed to get up and meet his father down in the foyer of their house. A 14 year old young man, his father had been left to raise him on his own after his mother had sacrificed herself to save an infant Harry.

James had blamed himself for years since then, Harry knew he was a broken man, holding himself together with every shred of determination his father could muster to raise his son, alone, in the magical world. When Harry had turned thirteen, his father had deemed him ready to accept more responsibilities in life, one of those had been the truth on what had happened that fateful night when Voldemort attacked.

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James and Lily had been in their safe house when Voldemort hit their wards with all his might. The wards were shattered by the enraged power of the dark lord. James had instructed Lily to get Harry to safety, as she climbed the stairs to Harry's room, clutching the young boy to her. James remained downstairs to fight off Voldemort, to hold him off to allow Lily to portkey away.

There was no fight to be had, their front door was blasted off its hinges, sent hurtling through the air until it collided with James. His skull had been fractured upon the impact, it was only through the healing miracles of magic that he had survived, though James had developed a slight stutter afterwards that came out whenever he was in a stressful situation.

Voldemort glided past James, the blood streaming down his lifeless eyes must have convinced Voldemort of his passing. The bastard ascended the stairs, confronting Lily in the room. Lily was still in the process of trying to depart, the stuffed deer that was the portkey charging in her hands.

As Voldemort stood in front of her, he commanded; "STEP ASIDE FOOLISH WOMAN, THERE'S NO NEED FOR YOU TO DIE TONIGHT." Snape had begged the dark lord to spare the life of the woman he loved so deeply. Voldemort had little interest in fulfilling the request, but any small thing he could do to gain favor and boost morale in his ranks was at least considered.

Lily thought quickly, turning fast, she flung the deer at Harry who sat awaiting his mother in his crib, crying at the blast that had rung through the house. The stuffed animal landed on him, the charged portkey in his hands pulled him through magic to a safe place. The boy was gone, safely transported to Dumbeldore at Hogwarts, protected behind ancient wards that defied even Voldemort.

As the boy disappeared, Voldemort's rage became unhinged, with a raising of his wand he screamed out "AVADA KEDAVRA!". Green light poured from his wand, separating the soul effortlessly from Lily's body. She sank into a pile on the floor, dead as could be. Voldemort was so enraged that he didn't sense another presence behind him.

Another voice wailed out the incantation that had just left Voldemort, "Avada Kedavra". Sirius Black collapsed into a pile on the floor, he had failed. He had been alerted when the wards had fallen, rushing to the aid of his brother as fast as he could. Remus had shown up mere seconds after him, likewise getting the alert.

Sirius had charged in finding the body of James, Remus had told him to go as he fell to tend to his longtime friend. Sirius charged up, leaving James with Remus, coming to the top of the stairs as Voldemort screamed out his curse. Sorrowful fury surged through Sirius at having lost his family, his true family.

He didn't consider himself a Black in anything except name, he was a Potter, but that didn't stop the famous Black madness from consuming him in that instant. He had been taught the dark arts from an early age, he could cast the unforgivables with ease, but chose not to as to preserve his soul.

He didn't care anymore, leveling his wand at the unknowing back of Voldemort, fury fueled his magic as he wailed out his curse, the form of Voldemort crumpling to the ground, finally defeated. Remus called him back down, uncaring of Sirius's use of such a curse, James needed their help, he was alive but barely.

Sirius rushed back down, finding Remus pulling James through the entrance of the house, they needed to get him medical attention and needed to get him outside the remaining wards that prevented apparition. As they arrived at the edge of the ward field, 3 pops echoed into the night as Albus, Severus and Rubeus appeared.

Sirius had lost it again, releasing James to tackle Severus to the ground. He pummeled the man with his fists, consumed by his emotional turmoil. He knew Severus had a hand in this, he wouldn't stop until he had beaten the life from the greasy git. Rubeus pulled him off before he could finish the job, standing him up before Dumbledore with his arms locked by the half giant of Hagrid.

"It was not Severus who told him," Albus informed Sirius as he bent down to tend to Snape, looking back up at the man, "It was Pettigrew who revealed the location. Snape had begged Tom to spare Lily, but he had no hand in this attack." Albus dabbed lightly at the blood that covered Snape's face.

Hagrid released Sirius who rolled his shoulders in an attempt to fix his jacket and undo the kinks that the half giant had caused within his arms. "We must get James to Saint Mungo's" Remus begged. Sirius helped lift James up with Remus, eying Dumbledore with content as they apparated James to the hospital. Albus signaled Hagrid to pick up Severus, unceremoniously throwing the smaller man over his shoulder, and they departed back to Hogwarts where Pomfrey would heal the battered man.

James had made his recovery, Harry had been saved, Voldemort was dead, Magical Britain was freed from the oppression of its dark lord, and Lily Potter was hoisted onto a pedestal as being the one who had vanquished the dark lord. Sirius didn't care, he didn't want the attention.

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Harry pulled his running shorts up as he finished thinking back to the tale, grateful to his mother for saving him from an early grave. Pulling his shirt over his head, he dashed out of his door, clamoring down the stairs to find his father in similar gear as him awaiting him at the bottom.

James had just finished tying his running shoes, signalling Harry to be quick to don his own pair. After similarly tying the laces tight, they departed from their shared house, doing a quick set of stretches, before commencing their jog around the neighborhood.

They resided in Essex County, just outside London. It was a better off neighborhood, but not as esteemed as some around the ancient city. Harry liked it here, he had many friends, he had even met Hermione at the local library, recognizing each other from their shared house of Gryfindor. He wasn't particularly close to the bookish young woman, but he was at least friendly with her.

Jogging around the estate in a usual morning routine, they huffed in unison as their feet trotted along. James believed in Physical Health, a trait not many other wizards held. The exercise routine had left Harry in perfect shape to make the Quidditch team, earning the title of the youngest seeker in Hogwarts history, a title previously held by James, beaten by Harry by the slimmest margin of only a few months.

There wasn't much discourse between the pair as they jogged, James was a quiet man, broken from the loss of his wife. He only spoke softly, never raised his voice, never got excited, a man tormented from his past. Harry and his father almost never had conversations, their shared presence the only interaction.

Harry had other men in his life who filled fatherly roles that James could not; including Remus, Sirius, Severus and Albus. Severus and James had buried the hatchet long ago, forgiving each other of their sins. He normally went to Severus or Remus for theory questions around defense, potions or other magic. Albus gave him wisdom of age while Sirius gave him wisdom of life.

Sirius hadn't recovered well from the experience, he was a serial womanizer and a habitual drunk. Still managing to impart wisdom to Harry, he had been the one to give the birds and bees talk to Harry, or as his elder had called it, the Quaffles and the Hoops. It had been insanely awkward for Harry, he didn't imagine it was any better for Sirius.

As they completed their jog around the houses, they returned to their own discreet house. Both climbing the stairs to their respective rooms and ensuite bathrooms. Harry pulled the sweaty clothes from his toned body, flinging them into the hamper in the corner of his room. Arriving into the bathroom, he took a second to admire himself in the mirror.

Puberty had done wonders for him, he had been short and scrawny as a kid, he now stood at an average height, his toned muscles shone with sweat from the light above the mirror. Completely hairless from the neck down, a trick taught to him from Sirius in helping to not only maintain hygiene, but gain an upper edge in Quidditch, it allowed an untainted view of his toned muscles.

Stepping into the shower, cold water streamed down on him, shocking him the rest of the way awake before warming up to the temperature he had selected. Depositing soap into his hands, he lathered his body up, one hand falling to his limp penis. While he knew his height was average, he knew enough to know his penis was not. He measured himself at 20 cm long (8 inches), at only 14, he knew this was an anomaly, but didn't have the guts to ask anyone about it.

Having taken showers with his housemates and teammates, he guessed the average for his age was 12 or 15 cm, he outshone that by a long shot. His length hardened at the soap covered hand that caressed it, Harry was quick to rinse off, he didn't have time for that. He had to finish up or he wouldn't have time to eat before they had to open the shop.

Stepping out, he dried himself with a towel before venturing back into his room. Opening his wardrobe, he pulled out the uniform his father had made for their business. Holding up the pants, he admired them before pulling them on. His father had called them Harem Pants, a term which caused Harry to chuckle.

They were inspired by styles in China, matte black in color, they were made of the finest silk. The loose fabric provided a free range of movement and comfort while also tying into the aesthetic of their shop. Harry tied the cord around his waist, securing the baggy clothing to himself. He pulled out a matching cloak, throwing it over his shoulder he tied the interlaced rope around his abdomen to keep it closed.

Heading down to the kitchen, Harry found a plate of eggs that laid at his spot at the small table. His father sat at his spot consuming his own eggs. Sitting down, Harry piled the eggs onto his toast, jamming the food rapidly into his mouth. They couldn't be late for opening the shop, especially not this late in the summer when mothers & daughters and fathers & sons would be walking the alley collecting supplies for school.

Having finished, Harry collected his and James's plates, setting them in the sink and rinsing them off. James stood and began leaving, Harry rushing after him, they pulled on their Slippers before leaving the house for the second time that morning, this time through the back door. Arriving in the alleyway, Harry gripped his father's arm as they apparated from the concealed space.

Arriving in front of their parlor, James unlocked the door with a wave of his hand. Stepping into the shop the motion activated alert rune sounded a gong lightly that traveled through the relatively small space. Chinese flute music played magically through the studio, a miniature babbling brook trickled by a bonsai tree to the right of the entryway with a rosewood observation bench by it.

The music arrived at Harry's ears, he involuntarily cringed slightly at the music that he both loved and drove him nuts after listening to it for 10 hours a day for years on end. His brain would tune it out in the first few hours, but those hours were arduous at best. A small selection of trinkets and charms were displayed on the left with a natural stone countertop overseeing it.

Rich mahogany wood outlined white fabric walls that sectioned off the space, there were 4 rooms within the studio. Directly behind the countertop was a massage and spa room with a similar one opposite it. When one was being cleaned, often by Harry, the other would be used, bouncing back and forth as the day progressed.

A washroom resided in the far left back corner, it housed their water closet space along with a small shower. Required towels and linens were stacked within their organizational cabinets, ready to be used as needed. There were also snacks and drinks in there that could either be dispensed to the patrons or consumed by Harry or James as the day's hours emptied their stomachs. An office space sat opposite it where the parlor's official business was conducted such as paperwork and meetings.

Harry often worked the front desk, ringing up clients and selling the wares that were hand crafts by he and James. There were charms and trinkets of every kind and style, all carved from various materials into unique designs. There were 2 sections, ornamental and magical, each magical one mirrored its basic equivalent, but were etched with runes to provide luxuries.

These luxuries varied based on the selection of the individual, such as necklace charms that provided a heat shield in the cold winter months. Or another similar one that did the opposite, providing a cold shield for the scorching summer heat. There were protection runes that could be worn as a bracelet that would detect anything near the wearer's hand that might cause them problems.

These were popular among the female population as it would signal if there was any potions in their food or beverage, one could never be too careful around unsavory men. It would also sense dangerous runes, such as those found on trap doors that might harm an individual if they were to push inside.

Harry's personal creation was also among the collection, micro charms that could be worn as earrings, capable of either enhancing or deadening sounds to the wearer's ears. Having designed it after one day of being unable to tune out the music, Harry was ecstatic when his creation had worked. Though the effort was in vain, almost literal vain, as his father forbade him from wearing earrings while in the employ of his parlor.

Harry took his seat behind the desk, books tucked under provided reading and study material during the long hours, James ventured back to his office to prepare for the day ahead. Several women had booked appointments already that would align with their shopping sprees of school shopping for kids or just personal excursions. It wouldn't be long before they would start to arrive, along with the occasional walk in.

Harry peered out the window at the front of the shop into Diagon Alley, he knew the alley by heart having walked it several times in the occasional breaks he would get throughout a normal day. Florean Forescue's Ice Cream parlour sat across from them in the street, allowing him to view normal kids enjoying a cold treat. Madam Malkin's sat to the left of their store as you view it from the street. Flourish & Blotts sat to the right, providing Harry his reading material.

He loved watching kids bask in the glory that was Diagon Alley, himself having been denied the experience as he grew up with the Alley, never experiencing it with a fresh mind. He would live vicariously through their experiences as googly eyes would take in the sights of the magical alleyway.

Pulling out his runes textbook, already at a 6th year level, his father and other tutors had sought to ensure that Harry would be well versed in the topics of Hogwarts. When he arrived at the magical school in his first year, he had already learned the materials that third years were to learn.

For this reason, Harry hated school, or at least he hated attending classes at Hogwarts. He loved being in the school, the comradery of fellow students fueling his residency, but the classes bored him. When he could teach the subject, sometimes better than the professors, it was just monotonous boredom.

Trouble had found him in only the first month of his first year when he became truant, neglecting to attend his classes in favor of wasting his day away in the library, driving his own study even further beyond what his year mates were at. Initially the teachers attempted to wrangle him into classes, but after Harry had challenged to take the end of year test, and aced it, they relented and let him attend or not at his leisure, though he would have to take tests and do homework all the same.

This annoyed many of his peers, especially the older students when he started joining them in their classes, often outshining them within the class. McGonagall had to kick him out after he successfully conjured a bouquet of roses from thin air at his first go while the rest of the class struggled. Handing them off to Penelope Clearwater, he earned a blush from the girlfriend of Percy Weasley, a glare from the young man shown up by a first year.

Rising from the chair, Harry still had a few kinks in his body from the morning jog that should be worked out. Standing among the open display of charms, he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, forcing his body to relax. Sliding delicately into movement, he commenced his tai chi moves, attempting to free the chakras. He didn't know if he believed in the teachings, but found the movement relaxing as he began moving fluidly.

So lost in tranquility, the gong shocked him from his concentration, ringing loudly within his head. The imposing figure of Narcissa Malfoy strode through the door, followed by the slick blonde hair of Malfoy. Harry respected his rival, they both grew up in single parent households, the only difference being Harry lost his mother as she fought on the light while Mr. Malfoy perished in the dark.

Harry stood rigid again, bowing with his hand together to the respected woman. She had turned the Malfoy name around, fighting to undo the injustices her husband had committed. She even sat on the Wizengamot among the grey faction, a stark departure from her husband who had sat vocally within the dark faction.

"Greetings Madam Malfoy, how are you on this fine day." Harry greeted as he rose to meet her eyes.

"I am very well young Mr. Potter." She responded, a small smile on her face. She liked the young man, a spitting image of his father if there ever was one.

"What am I? Chopped Liver?" Draco greeted with a smile as he came around, slightly put off by the lack of greeting to him.

Having intentionally neglected to meet his friendly rival, Harry knew it would irk him to no end, "Not at all, I wouldn't deign to insult such a meal as chopped liver by comparing it to you." Harry quipped back, a smile also on his face. Draco chuckled at the rebuke, if it weren't for Harry in Gryffindor and him in Slytherin, they would have been close friends.

Being separated brought them head to head, particularly on the Quidditch Pitch where Harry and he flew as rival seekers. Draco would never admit that Harry was a better player than him, but he would definitely admit that the young man had serious flying skills. Their intellectual competition was heated as well. Draco was third in their year, Hermione being second bothered him tremendously. Both Draco and Hermione were put off by Harry at first, especially when the only time Harry bothered to show up for class was on test days.

James came out, stepping behind his son, "That is no way to greet our customers." he chastised lightly, having no real threat to his statement. James was well aware of the friendly rivalry between Harry and Draco, at the last New Year's Party, Harry had managed to prank the young man, kissing him at midnight, leaving the other man sputtering at the display of affection that sought to embarrass the boy.

"If you'll come right this way Mrs. Malfoy, we can get started with your massage." James offered, opening the sliding door for her to enter before closing it to grant her privacy. James went to the washroom, grabbing a wetted towel for the heater box in the room, also washing his hands to provide a sterile environment.

Knocking lightly on the door, he slid it open and entered, leaving Harry and Draco to themselves. Draco's attention was briefly captured by the charms before shifting to the babbling brook. Harry returned to his desk, opening his rune book before starting to carve intricate runes into unfinished charms to be sold.

Draco grew bored as the minutes ticked by, he had come to stand at the counter before Harry, attempting to make conversation. Harry was in the middle of a rune and incapable of stopping lest he lose his spot. At being rebuffed, Draco exited the parlour, heading across the street for an ice cream treat.

Concentration etched Harry's features as he attempted to etch out the heated rune into a medium sized charm. The delicate work proved challenging for the young man. The micro runes were often carved by James, his talented hands far more experienced at working the small engraver. As he carved, his hand slipped, changing the rune ever so slightly.

It buzzed in Harry's pinched fingers, he should have dropped it immediately as trained to do, fearing to break the charm, he held on. Quickly growing hot, hotter than Harry could bear, it singed his flesh, forcing Harry to release the stone that shattered on impact with the natural stone counter.

Rushing back to the washroom to find a healing balm for his burnt fingers, Harry was frustrated at the lack of the ointment. Having been instructed to only interrupt a massage session for an emergency, Harry's pain-addled mind classed this as an emergency. He arrived quietly at the door, hoping to only get the attention of his father, leaving Mrs. Malfoy ignorant of his presence.

The rooms were all protected with sound protection runes, ensuring privacy to be had inside and outside the room. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the parlor was the flute music. As Harry eased the door open, he placed his eye at the crack, trying to give as minimal a presence as possible.

He had dared never peep before, terrified of the reaction his father would give if he suspected his son was leering at their clients, as a result the image that greeted him shocked him tremendously. The naked form of Narcissa appeared before him, but that wasn't what shocked him, it was his father's equally nude appearance.

[Spicy bits incoming]

James stood to the side of the massage table as Narcissa laid on her side, both faced away from Harry, allowing him the view of their joined flesh. A huge cock stuck out from James spearing into the lush bottom of Narcissa. Harry had finally figured out where his own huge cock came from, apparently it was genetic.

The long length glistened in the low light of the space, her juices covering his pounding rod. Harry couldn't give a proper estimate of his father's size, but guessed he had to be at least 25 cm long, maybe as much as 30. His own length grew within his loose pants at the display, his burnt finger forgotten by the lewd display.

The sound rune remained activated, preventing Harry from consuming the sounds that no doubt inundated the enclosed space. Harry's hand travelled down leisurely to his cock, rubbing it through the soft pants. The display was wholly erotic, soft flesh of womanly ass rippled as James slammed into her.

Realization dawned on Harry as he put it together why most of their clientele were women, they were here for a piece of James's meat. Harry remained a virgin, despite the abundance of beautiful young women within his life. The situation had just never presented itself as he engrossed himself in his books. That would have to change, he thought.

As he rubbed, he felt the pressure build within him, his previous orgasm having been denied from earlier in the shower. He could see his father was getting close as his rapid thrusts became more frantic, pulling from her womanly folds, he unloaded all over her flesh, coating her in viscous white goop.

Pulling out of Narcissa showed her orgasm too, clear fluid sprayed from her pussy to douse James's groin with her girl cum. It was too much for Harry, his cock unloaded within his pants, soaking the fabric with his own cum. He was lost in bliss as were the unknowing show providers.

Harry was awoken from his trance as the gong rang out, he quickly closed the door with a soft knock of wood on wood. Turning he rushed to the washroom, eager to change his pants with a spare uniform that were kept on hand. James had heard the wooden clack, turning to the door. He initially dismissed it, but knew his shop well enough, someone had been peeking.

As Harry changed, he came back up to find Draco savoring the remains of his treat on the bench by the brook. "Had to use the loo." Harry offered as he came back to the counter and began carving again, the throbbing in his fingers returning from the untreated burn. It wasn't long before the door to the massage room opened and the occupants came out.

Narcissa came to stand before Harry, paying for her session before corralling Draco out the door. Harry and James both offered a friendly departing as Harry felt tension building. His father turned to him with a stern eye, Harry was busted.

End Chapter 1

I hope you guys are enjoying the new story, I know the steamy bits were brief, I hope to elaborate more on them in upcoming stories. There will be bisexual content as hinted at, I hope not to put off any of my followers, but you should be warned. Don't worry, there will be plenty of vanilla content to pad it out.