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Within the Lies	By : Sylvia Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 49679 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money off of this. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Besides, if I did own it then it would have been a lot kinkier… just sayin’…

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money off of this. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Besides, if I did own it then it would have been a lot kinkier… just sayin’… Also Note: Events, opinions, sex, etc. are purely fictional. They do not, in any way, reflect actions, opinions, etc. of the actors or actresses. Just thought I’d throw that out there since, due to the movies, this category falls under “Real Person Fiction” and all… So I’ll happily comply with the extra safety measures set forth by our Mods *^.^*

Summary: Harry’s 16th birthday was fast approaching. As soon as that clock turned midnight, he would be free from the Dursleys for another year… but Fate had other plans. Harry will soon learn that he inherited a lot more than the House of Black, and those who he’d once thought his allies aren’t near as trustworthy as they had wanted to seem… Now he must come to terms with what he's become and find the truth Within the Lies...

Warnings: Angst, male/male relationships, sex, multiple partners, some bondage, and I’ll add more as they appear… honestly, this story is just kind of writing itself. I’m just along for the ride and glad that my writer’s block seems to be gone. *knocks on wood*

Special thanks to my beta! *is extremely happy to have a beta* Thank you so much bittsweetmis!

Key:

' thoughts '

" talking "

~ telepathy ~

* parseltongue * (when I'm lazy and do not wish to play with the translator)

Within the Lies

Prologue

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“Faster.” Harry groaned.

Alluring green eyes seemed almost hypnotized as they watched the clock. The hands ticked along at an agonizingly slow pace, almost taunting the young man who watched them so closely.

But Harry was not in the mood for teasing and voiced his impatience, whilst both of his hands hovered near the piece of Muggle technology. One hand was busy making gestures of encouragement, to try and speed the time-piece along, while the other looked ready to strangle the plastic hunk of junk.

“So close.” He moaned.

Almost midnight. Soon he would come into his inheritance. Just a little while longer and he would be sixteen. In less than one minute he would have been there long enough for those stupid blood wards and he would be able to leave the Dursleys behind until next summer. In a moment he would finally have some freedom.

“What do you think you’re doing in there, you little freak?!”

Harry jolted from his position near the clock, shocked to hear his uncle’s voice. He’d thought that the Dursleys were asleep, that he would be able to sneak out and leave this place behind without having to confront those terrible Muggles.

But he’d been wrong, and Harry didn’t realize just how wrong until the overweight man burst through the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges.

Harry gasped and scooted across the bed further, until he’d backed himself into a corner. He tried to think as the whale of a man thundered towards him.

Harry was no fool. He’d seen that look of rage before, his uncle rarely tried to hide it after all, and it usually ended with Harry beaten and bloody. The few times that he’d seen the man this angry almost put him in hospital. Actually, he probably should have been taken to hospital, but that would reflect poorly on the Dursleys and they couldn’t have that. So Harry was always left to suffer, a true “add insult to injury” gesture.

But this time was different. Harry had never seen the disgust and hatred in the man’s eyes before. Sure, he’d known his uncle harboured such emotions towards him, but never before had the man actually shown them. Something had happened, something bad. He didn’t know what, but there was one thing he was certain of.

Harry knew he needed to get away…

“I’ll show you what happens to little faggot freaks!”

… and Harry needed to get away NOW.

Harry quickly reached for his wand, the one thing he refused to leave behind. As soon as his fingers brushed against the comforting wood of his wand he heard the clock strike midnight and smiled…

Then a wave of pain burst from within his body and seemed to radiate from the core of his being. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire, and the pain burned a path of destruction all through his body on it’s way out.

The pain was unlike anything Harry had ever felt before. Honestly, he had to wonder if he’d prefer a Cruciatus. At least that hadn’t hurt as bad.

His body tensed and subconsciously, Harry knew it signalled something major. And sure enough, with one more pulse of pure agony, his world went white as unconsciousness mercifully took him into its embrace.

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“Harry…”

Why was someone calling his name?

‘Probably Aunt Petunia.’ Harry thought absently and decided to ignore it for a moment.

Even though the woman could be horrid, she tended to allow him five extra minutes of rest every great once in a while. And it had been so long since he’d last asked for this rare show of kindness, so perhaps she would grant him a reprieve. Besides, she always made sure he paid her back during the day somehow, with an extra chore or something, but that was a price he was willing to pay.

“Harry…”

Okay… so maybe it wasn’t his Aunt. She could be rather insistent as well, yes, but her voice was like a harpy's. Now that he paid a little more attention, Harry realized that the woman’s tone was soft, gentle, and almost… caring?

No, that couldn’t be right. They just wanted Harry to answer them, that’s all. Who would be concerned enough to care about him besides his friends, anyway? And he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not some of those “friends” really cared for him.

No matter; Harry didn’t want to answer. He was always answering “the call” any time someone needed him and, quite frankly, he was bloody well tired of it. They could learn to fend for themselves a while. See how they liked being worn out all the time and maybe they would let him rest from time to time. That would show them. Because, well…

He was sore, and tired, and just once all he wanted was to sleep in.

“Harry, please wake up!”

Okay, that got his attention. Not many people asked please for anything… well, not when talking to him at least. And just about all those that would be polite about asking him something, he could count on one hand.

‘People want me to risk my life for them and yet they don’t even have the decency to say “please.” Go figure.’ Harry thought with a mental sigh. He knew full well that the few who would use the word while talking to him were his close friends, and it would be rude to ignore their request. ‘Guess I should get up.’ He sighed mentally once more as he reluctantly allowed his mind to send a signal to his eyes that said, “It’s okay to open now.”

Not that he really wanted to, but he was slightly curious as to what the woman wanted. Besides, he had a feeling he knew who the “mystery woman” was.

The first thing Harry noticed upon regaining his sight was hair. Lots and lots of hair. Hair that would make any poodle proud… Not that he would ever say it to the woman’s face. Because if she was who he thought she was, Harry knew for a fact that the woman had a wicked hook.

‘Just ask Malfoy.’ Harry smirked and looked at the woman’s face. “Hello, Hermione.”

No sooner had the words left his lips was he suddenly caught up in a tight embrace by said female. He found himself nearly suffocated when he was smothered with a face full of hair… and boob.

The hair he could deal with, but the boobs were a little much.

“Harry! Thank goodness you’re awake!” It was obvious to Harry that his friend had no clue where his face was currently planted, so caught up was she in her excitement that he was awake and well. “If you sleep any longer, you’ll miss catching up on your summer reading!”

Yep. That was Hermione. She always had her priorities in order… Backwards order, but in order nonetheless.

“Come on, ‘Mione,”

“Let him breathe, will ya?”

‘Okay, how in the world did she and the twins get in my room, anyway?’ Harry wondered and he looked beyond the hair, well what he could of it, and took in his surroundings.

‘What the…’ Was his thought process, but what blurted out of Harry’s mouth was actually, “Where the hell am I?”

TBC…

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A/N: I have more written, but I want to get this up before midnight. Just where the story starts. I thought it would be cool *shrugs* Anyway… Do you think it’s a good start? I know I’m finding it rather entertaining. It was originally in response to a challenge,but the way its going? Well, it no longer resembles said challenge at all so methinks I will delete that label XD lol

Sorry for any mistakes. I’m half asleep and this has not been beta’d … though if anyone is up for the job, let me know!

Also, this is my first attempt at an HP story so… please go easy on me. And reviews/suggestions/thoughts are much loved! Flames are used to roast marshmallows… great, now I’m hungry… Later~ (I hope)

I really appreciate you all, and I want to show it! You can view all my responses, as well as interact, take polls, and other fun stuff here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/24399-review-responsesvotes-for-within-the-lies/page__mode__show

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