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Written in the Stars	By : JojiSada Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Written in the Stars
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Is it odd to say your teacher is in love with you? Or even odder to claim that I do not mind the affection?
He has always been nice to me, and saved my life a time or two. He could always read the stars for how they were and he saw me as a normal kid.
So I ask again, is it weird to say your teacher is in love with you? Or weirder when I say I think I love him too?
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Now, this is no tale of undying love and sneaking around past curfew for a moment with the other. This is not the story of two ill-fated men who must sacrifice themselves for the greater good and pray that love will conquer all. No, that would be too superficial.
This is more the story of myself and a man who I was destined to be with. This is the story of the one time I found I didn’t mind things being out of my control because it lead me to the one thing I always wanted; a family.
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Where should I start? The beginning is too far back and I am positive that the entirety of the Wizarding world knows my secrets, or at least, the ones that aren’t so dark. So instead of boring you, I think I’ll start where my destiny finally came to call.
It was the end of sixth year when I saw Voldemort again. Not since the Department of Mysteries had I laid eyes upon the scaly bastard, or so he could once be called. I found, in that time, that he had restored his youthful looks; resembling me so closely I could feel the chills down my spine. Oh, he was still a right bastard and manacle lunatic, but he was a good-looking bastard/lunatic.
He tried to taunt me, there on the streets of Hogsmeade, but I refused to lose my focus. He taunted me about Sirius and Cedric and Remus. The last had lost his life defending me the summer after my fifth year, taken out by the lovely Narcissa Malfoy. That was sarcasm and, needless to say, the former Black did not live to long after.
Anyways, back to the guest of Honor, Lord Voldemort. He taunted me and mocked me, but he never saw his downfall. It wasn’t a fancy spell I had learned in my time at Hogwarts or a preplanned defensive strategy from Severus; no, it was a piece of piping.
I had been struggling, tiring from constantly avoiding him when I found it, half buried under the rubble of what used to be a shop, or so I assumed. Finally, I cast the patronus to blind him long enough for me to get close enough and crush his skull. He didn’t expect it, though neither did I, and he went down. When he dropped his wand, I broke it and when he was finally dead--completely, with no chance of coming back--I burned his body. And that, ladies and gents, was the end of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
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Since then, I have not left Hogwarts. Well, I did go shopping, but I opted to stay in the castle. Unfortunately, Dumbledore had fallen in the fight so McGonagall, as the new headmistress, really never could say no to me so it was ideal.
My 7th year rolled around and I found myself becoming friends with the Slytherins. Ron wasn’t too happy so he stopped hanging out with me but Hermione, ever logical, sided with me.
I even enjoyed Divination again because they had brought Firenze back to teach. The centaur was always pleasant to be around and I found it interesting.
Eventually, spring arrived and so did the deadline for NEWTS. And, with three weeks until my NEWTs, my life took a drastic change.
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Now, I hate to repeat myself, but who can recall my little intro about having your teacher fall for you? Hands down people, it was a rhetorical question. Well, this was when I found the truth.

“Mate? I’m his mate? How the hell did that happen? Do I have a sign on my back that says control me or something?”

Now, as you can tell, I probably didn’t handle it the best way I could have. *Snorts* Hell, I didn’t handle it at all.
In all honesty, it was a shock to my system. I didn’t expect to be called to the headmistress’s office and be told I am mated to someone and if I reject them then they die. At the time, I probably would have given my life to be someone else. Now, though, I find I could not imagine my life without him. Nut, back to the memory I am recreating for you.

“Mr. Potter, please sit down.” I can still hear her exasperation at me but that was not one my priority list at the time. What did make me feel bad was the man who was hurting at my outrage.

“I’m sorry headmistress but I need to know how, why, when, and so on before I decide anything.”

That was when he began to talk. “Harry, I didn’t want to force you and I held off as long as possible. The stars told me I would find my mate at Hogwarts in the coming year; it was why I decided to teach here again. It was just after returning from Winter break that I realized it was you. I avoided telling you, trying to befriend you but I cannot hold out anymore.” The man spoke softly, resigned to a fate I had yet to bestow on him. I knew he had no hope for a life with his mate--a life at all--and I found my heart twisting more and more as the minutes passed.
“What happens if I say no?” I asked him directly, seeking my answer from him only. This was between us.
“I would slowly be consumed by the thoughts of nature and go insane. If I am lucky, death would claim me early on.” I watched his eyes sink and inside I cried a little more.

Let me take a break for a second. You see, I had one question on my mind that, honestly, would be the first thing anyone would think of. However, since I have neglected to tell you who my mystery mate is, I guess I should clue you in before I continue. I really wouldn’t want you all to be confused.
My mate is Firenze.
So what is the first question I wondered about, you ask. Well, how in Merlin’s name would the bond be consummated? I mean, he is a Centaur. So, I shall continue my story and we will both find the answers together. If you have a weak stomach, or are prone to fainting, please proceed with caution.

“How…how” I paused for a breath, knowing I could not keep my blush at bay. “how would this be consummated if…if I said yes?”
Even Firenze seemed to be fighting the urge to blush. But before he could answer, a polite cough was heard from McGonagall. She smiled at us and sent us on our way, stating something along the lines of not needing her help.
Yes, it is suspenseful but this is how it happened so quit chatting and pay attention. As I was saying, she sent us on our way and we adjourned to his rooms.
It was serene, if not full of nature, and over some tea, we finished our conversation.

“Back to your question Harry, I would be human for our consummation, should you agree, so it would work the same as other gay couples.”
“And that would be…” I couldn’t lie to him and I was clueless. You see, having a Dark Lord constantly trying to kill me and not really understanding that it was alright to be gay until after Voldemort was dead, sort of made me a virgin. Laugh all you want, I was a virgin that close to graduation.

“Well, um, I’m not really the person to explain the ins and outs of sexual relations. I know your first time will hurt slightly but if you are prepared enough it will become easier.”
“Alright. Can I think about this? I need to sort myself out.”
“Of course Harry. But, if I do not hear from you by graduation day, then I will know you have not accepted. Agreed?”
“Agreed. Good Night, Firenze.”

Though the conversation plagued me, I was able to focus on my NEWTs. I am the proud owner of 6 out of ten NEWTs. Who needs History of Magic and Arithmancy anyway?” (Another Rhetorical so shh.)
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On the day of my first NEWT test, I found a treasure on my bed. It was a piece of paper with a unique looking Rose attached to it. I picked it up slowly, taking the white rose with blue tips and smelling the fresh scent. Placing it gently on my table, I turned my attention to the piece of paper and found tears forming in my eyes. It was a newspaper article showing my parents wedding. Even the couple of pictures I had did not detail as much as the article did.
Numbly, I sat down, unable to believe the words before me. When I finally composed myself, I placed the paper next to the rose and found a small piece of parchment I had missed originally.
Even now, the words lie on the tip of my tongue. They were the sweetest things I ever read and something I can never forget.

Harry,
I have not heard from you and this is not meant as persuasion. This is simply a gift of intention. Though you are my mate, I only have you in mind. If you never wish to see me again, I can accept that because you will be happy.
I have been told that you have only ever wanted a family. I hope this is a step towards that.
They are always watching over you.
Yours,
Firenze.
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For the entirety of the week, I received various glimpses of my parents past but the greatest gift he gave me was a hand painted photo of Hogwarts at winter. It was always my favorite time of year.
The picture showed the grounds and showed me in the one spot I tended to frequent. It was the base of the tree nearest to the lake. It was done in Muggle oil paints and, to me, it captured such emotion.
His thoughtfulness and intentions came true on that gift alone and I made my decision.
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My last night in the castle, I decided on one more adventure. I had already packed and warned my friends I would not be on the train, sending my trunk with Dobby. Everything, except my cloak.
I slipped the silky material over my head and headed out for my midnight excursion. Alright, it was only 9:30 pm but that was close enough.
I made my way to his classroom, slipping inside silently. There, sitting on his stump and staring at the enchanted stars, looking tired and forlorn. I knew he had not heard me and I moved until I was just behind him before dropping my cloak.
Then, I simply waited until he acknowledged me. It didn’t take long, and surprise colored his face when he saw it was me. I honestly believe he thought I was going to forget about him but I couldn’t. His gifts, his personality, and himself were the reasons I had chosen to stay. Now, I just needed to show him that.
After he got over his shock, which was awfully quick I might add, he offered me a small smile and lead the way to his rooms.
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I followed closely behind him, scared out of my mind. Sure, I had heard of sex and babies and such but the fundamentals of the boy’s locker room were far different that what I was facing.

“Harry,” I could hear him but I put my finger on his lips, content with the silence. Tentatively, I pushed my lips to his. My lips were dry and I was glad when he took the initiative, running his tongue over my lips and deepening the kiss when I opened my mouth for air. All too soon though, he pulled back, holding me in place and staring straight into my eyes.
“Harry,” He began. “I need you to tell me you want this. You don’t have to do this out of duty or obligation. I don’t think I could handle that.”
I raised my hand to cup his cheek, speaking from the heart. “I could not do that to you Firenze. I cannot tell you I am not scared because I am. But, over the last three weeks, you have shown what kind of person you are. This is something I want. Trust me.”
He gave me another kiss, before pulling back once more. “I need you to repeat after me so this can happen, alright?”
“Alright.”
He linked both of our hands and began to speak, my repetitions following close behind. “I call, I claim, I intercept. I hold the right to tame this mane. Our fingers locked have made us one, our lives connected, never done. Together gives us once our night, to learn, to find, to claim what’s right.”
As I finished my words, a blue glow circled him, and where once stood a centaur, now stood a man. “Tonight Harry, I am yours. Tonight, you are mine. Together, we are one.”
He moved in for another kiss, steadily undoing my nightclothes. As he was already naked, I figured he was anxious for me to be the same.

Hell, I had been anxious for the same. Sorry for the interruptions, back to the pensieve…

He laid me back on the bed and I got my first glimpse at my…mate. His body was tanned and well toned…and well endowed. My eyes widened at the thought that he was going to enter me…Ow.

I felt so inadequate against him. I was short and scrawny, unable to see a length in front of me.
I felt his body lie across mine, his knee between my legs, trapping me. He moved his lips next to my ear and murmured the one word I’ll always remember; “Beautiful.”
I felt him worship me with his lips, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy before backing off and doing it again. Over and over he teased me, until I was a boneless, begging mess beneath him.
He worked his way down my chest, licking and sucking my nipples then twisting them as he moved his kisses downward. His lips were cool against my heated skin and I could feel the soft touches of his breath, freezing me and heating me all at once.
I felt him move to my inner thighs, nibbling--caressing--teasing. It was when he finally gave into my pleas that I found Heaven. He finlly took the tip of my manhood into his mouth, casually pushing his tongue against the opening before quickly drawing it to the back of his throat. He sucked, drawing his tongue along the underside and moving his teeth in a way that drove me crazy. Finally, I could take no more, and found myself shooting loads down his throat.
He drank it all and came up to kiss me. It was musky tasting, something I had never experienced before and would have never associated with myself if I hadn’t tasted it.
I felt him kiss me again as he reached for something on the side table. A jar. ‘Oh god.’ He was about to…
And he did.
I tensed when I felt the first finger, hell, the first anything enter me. He soothed me with quiet words and the gentle brushing of my hair from my face. Somehow, I relaxed and he managed more than one.
By the time he had four fingers in, I was begging--no, demanding--that he do something. Slowly, I felt the fingers leave me and something larger--much larger--took their place. Ever so carefully, he entered me. I had tears running from his eyes and I could tell he was worried but I encouraged him to continue.
Together, we reached our climax. By the end of our slow lovemaking, there was more than a bond between us.
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It had been the middle of the night before I felt anything different. Then, suddenly, there was a light concentrated on my stomach and an unending pain. It lasted for nearly ten minutes before it disappeared, letting me fall back asleep in the arms of my love.
When the sickness came in the morning, I knew. For some reason, I knew.
I was pregnant.
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See, I’m not going to bore you with the specifics. There were a fair amount of fights and Firenze sleeping on the couch. I had mood swings and cravings--though I still don’t see what is wrong with a cookie dough, pickle, and marshmellow shake.
You’ve heard it all before. Shoot, most of you have probably been through it but see, there is something new about this; as there always is with me.
After nine months, I was forced to have a cesarean section because I was the first human, let alone male, to give birth to a centaur. And of course, the baby can’t be born human. No, no, he was born a full out centaur. A beautiful baby boy with my green eyes and his father’s hazel hair.
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I’m afraid, that is where our story ends…for now. My child is now a year old and I have come to find how much I love my mate. I don’ know where I would be if I hadn’t had him approach me.
We live comfortably out in the country, far away from the fickle world. We are both content to raise our son.
When I started this story, I spoke of how Firenze promised me a family. Today, I have that family, and I am proud to say I have one more on the way.
My mate cannot be defined solely as a creature or a man. He is simply Firenze, my mate and my friend.
Today, I found a home with him and tomorrow, I see our love written in the stars.
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