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Preventative Measures	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 151582 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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Chapter 11

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(Tags for this chapter: fingering, anal, solo)

Perched on the edge of Sirius' bed, clutching onto Elliot, Harry was waiting for his godfather to come back. Though he wanted this, badly, he was nervous as hell about it as well. After all, most of his experiences with sex were more of the onetime things, nothing steady with no commitment. This was different, far different, and involved a lot more than what he was used to. It wouldn't stop him, of course, he was just uptight. Then there was what he was wearing under his jeans. So far, no one but him had seen him with them on. He was more than slightly apprehensive about Sirius seeing him in them, despite the fact that he knew about him wearing the nappies, having been there when he was given the package and asking if he was wearing them. It was just his godfather seeing him in a nappy was the issue.

Letting out a deep sigh, clutching onto Elliot who was cuddling on him, blowing smoke in his ear and roaring softly to give him some kind of comfort, at least he assumed that's what the noise was for, he let his eyes drift shut, waiting, growing more nervous with each passing second he was alone.

Just as his leg was starting to bounce up and down, a sign of his growing anxiety, he heard the door open. Looking up, he saw Sirius come in, smiling a little. Clutching onto Elliot tighter, he waited, straightening up.

Smiling at Harry, easily able to see his godson's nervousness, Sirius activated the warding he had put up around the room then walked over and seated himself by Harry on the bed. Putting a hand on his knee, he gave it a squeeze and said, keeping his voice soft, “Nothing to get apprehensive about, Harry. It's just me!” Leaning against the younger man, he slipped his arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze.

Letting out a ragged breath, Harry nodded, leaning against him.

Remembering how Lucius had gone about putting Harry at ease when they first met, then a couple discussions about working with the young man when it came to him being nervous, Sirius decided to go about it the same way and not delve in right off the bat. Grabbing Harry's hand, he slid to the head of the bed and leaned back, pulling Harry to him. Positioning his godson between his spread, bent legs, he had him lean back against him, the younger man's back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around Harry, he held him, rubbing his stomach softly.

Leaning back against Sirius, Harry shut his eyes and sighed. This felt good. With Sirius, whenever he held him, though there hadn't been much of that up to this point, it felt good. It was like Sirius' magic was wrapped around him, holding him in a comforting way. Clutching onto Elliot, he rested against Sirius, starting to calm down a little

Giving Harry a kiss on the head, Sirius held him close and said, “It's fine, Harry. Nothing to get uptight about.”

Nodding, Harry admitted. “It's just—well, a big step, you know?”

“I do,” Sirius told him gently, rubbing Harry's stomach. “It's me, though, and you know it'll be just fine.”

“I know,” Harry told him, bending his knees, planting his sock-covered feet flat on the bed.

Holding him close, Sirius said, “How about we just talk a little first before we do anything else? We have all the time in the world now, after all.”

“I think that might be better, honestly,” Harry admitted. Though he wanted to, desperately, and was already partially hard thinking about having sex with Sirius, with all that had gone on that night, not to mention the big step this was, it might be better to ease into this rather than jump right in.

“I thought so,” Sirius told him with a nod. Thinking over where to start, he came up with something then launched in, “Let's start with the basics, alright? Nothing is going to change with us, Harry. It's always going to stay the same. We're just going to add some things to what is already there. Outside the bedroom, it's going to be the same as it always was with us. We'll just appear closer than we've been, nothing more. I doubt anyone but Snape and Remus will even notice that part. As they know about the relationship, it's not going to matter.”

“Okay,” Harry said, not sure what to say beyond that.

“And we're going to do everything in our power to make sure this is where you stay. I don't want you to go back to that damned school because of what we know is coming,” Sirius told him, letting his hand slip under the front of his shirt to rub his bare stomach.

Liking the feeling of Sirius' hand on his bare flesh, Harry just nodded. Other than touching his exposed arms or something similar, this was the first time Sirius had touched his naked flesh. It felt good, making him tingle and his cock harden even more.

Inclining his head, Sirius kissed Harry's shoulder then lowered his voice slightly, “It's going to be fine, Harry.” Remembering how Lucius had gone about adjusting Harry to the change of scene and switching roles to where the relationship came into play, he whispered in Harry's ear, keeping his tone gentle, “Who am I, Harry?”

Shivering, clutching Elliot tighter, Harry replied, tone slightly uneven, “Daddy.” With that, his cock was fully hard, something that made him flush slightly.

Sliding his hand further up Harry's chest, Sirius told him, “Yes, I'm daddy. And you're my good little boy, Harry.”

Unable to help himself, Harry moaned softly, shaking slightly, clutching Elliot tighter.

Feeling his own cock go rigid, Sirius, let out a shuddering breath. This was—oh, yes, he wanted it! It was going to happen, of course, it would just take time to get it there was all. Gently, he pushed Harry forward and eased his shirt off. Taking his own off, tossing both of them onto the floor, he then pulled his godson back against his chest, holding him there. “This feels good,” he commented softly.

Liking the way his bare skin felt against Sirius' Harry nodded, keeping his eyes shut.

Reaching out, he stroked down Elliot's head with one finger as the stuffed dragon clung to Harry, grinning when the toy roared softly at him then bit his finger before sticking his tongue out at him. Chuckling, he said, “It's a good thing you have stuffed teeth, Elliot! And I'm sure that was the stuffed dragon version of a raspberry.”

Opening his eyes, looking down at the stuffed dragon curled up to his chest, Harry chuckled, but didn't say anything.

Kissing the side of Harry's head, he said, “From our talks, it sounds like you're ready to push forward with some parts of this. Is that still true, Harry? Or would you rather wait a while to settle down and get used to what's going on with us being together all the time?”

Stroking Elliot's head, Harry thought that over for a couple minutes then gave a bare nod before saying, “I am, I think.”

“Okay, good,” Sirius told him, hand sliding up and down his chest. This he had already planned for and could work with. “Let me explain what I thought we could move forward with.” Seeing his godson nod, he pressed on, “Remember Daddy Lucius asking about us taking care of more personal things for you?”

“Yeah,” Harry told him with another nod.

“That's the step I thought we could take. It's a fairly easy one for both of us. So, I thought I'd take over doing that. As I have this room warded to where only three people aside from us, Remus, Snape and Lucius, can get in. I thought that might work.” Holding him close, rubbing up and down his bare chest, Sirius explained, “Things like getting you dressed, giving you a bath and other similar stuff. Is that alright?”

Thinking that over, Harry liked the idea, he really did. The idea was one that appealed to him in a big way. There were problems, of course, especially with some of what would be involved, but he was willing to go with it. It was even better that Sirius made it so no one else could get into the room so there was no chance of anyone seeing anything they did or with that part of what was going on. Finally nodding, he said nothing.

Liking that, Sirius tried to lighten the mood a little. Chuckling, he said, “Just be patient with your daddy as he's not done anything like this before. So, he's going to have some problems getting used to doing some of it. Although, taking a bath together will be fun! I'll make sure to put a waterproofing charm on Elliot so that he can come in with us.”

Grinning a little, Harry chuckled, petting Elliot who appeared to be giving Sirius another raspberry.

“Yeah, well, pfft to you too, Elliot,” Sirius laughed, holding Harry close. Nuzzling the young man's head with his, he said, “And tonight, before we take a bath, I'll use the hair removal spell.”

Shutting his eyes again, Harry nodded then asked, voice quiet, “Does it hurt or anything like that?”

“From what I was told, no. There is some mild tingling, but it doesn't pull or anything like that,” Sirius explained.

Relieved by that since the only way he knew when it came to Muggle hair removal, other than razors, stung slightly, he nodded again.

Feeling that Harry was more relaxed than he had been, and his own flesh throb over the visions of some of what they were talking about, Sirius decided to see if he couldn't press on slightly. Shifting the two of them around just slightly, he leaned Harry's head back and kissed him passionately, letting his tongue slide into his mouth as he did.

Pressing back tightly against his godfather, Harry moaned into his mouth, shivering. Oh that felt bloody good, that's for sure. Skin prickling, flushing slightly, he trembled a little as the kiss deepened and became more passionate.

Holding Harry tightly as he kissed him with one arm, Sirius let his hand wander down the younger man's bare chest. Because Harry was intelligent, he had, apparently, learned that standard spell most young male wizards knew, the one cast on pants and robes to hide the fact that you had an erection. Since teenage males ended up with one at odd times, it was a spell many learned at the start of adolescence that ensured all their robes and pants wouldn't show such a thing if it did 'pop up'. That made it hard for Sirius to determine if Harry was aroused or not. He assumed, from the reaction, he was, but wanted to know for sure.

Letting his hand drift down further, it slid over the front of Harry's jeans then he began to rub there. Oh hell yes, Harry was rock hard. With that, for the first time, he felt the evidence that his godson was wearing the nappy. Good!

Though liking the passionate kiss, Harry stiffened up when he felt Sirius' hand drift down and stroke his cock through his pants. It wasn't that he minded his godfather doing that part, it was what else he knew Sirius was feeling that was the issue with it. Shaking slightly, he wasn't sure what to do.

Breaking off the kiss, stroking Harry's cock through his jeans, Sirius told him, gently, “Shh—nothing to worry about. Let daddy touch you.”

Shutting his eyes, Harry nodded, licking his lips, shivering slightly.

“Good boy,” Sirius praised, still stroking Harry through his clothes. Pressing up against his godson the best he could in the position he was in, he ground his own hard cock against his arse, letting him feel that he, too, was aroused by what was going on. He hoped that would alleviate some of the anxiety on Harry's end.

Feeling Sirius' hard cock press against his arse, Harry moaned, shaking. Oh hell, he wanted this. There was just still some apprehension about his jeans coming off, that was all. He knew, realistically, that it wouldn't bother Sirius because it was part of what they were doing, it was just some embarrassment over someone seeing him in the nappy, nothing more.

Kissing on Harry's bare shoulder, feeling his own flesh throb madly, Sirius fumbled with the fastenings on Harry's jeans. Normally, he did this magically, spelling them off, but he was going to go about it this way right now rather than move and grab his wand off the bedside table. After a few muttered curses and some frustration, he managed to get everything undone and had Harry arch his hips off the bed then slipped them down, having his godson kick them off.

Flushed bright red, Harry did as he was asked, shaking slightly. Clutching Elliot tightly, his eyes were shut, waiting, panting heavily.

Reaching down, Sirius resumed stroking Harry's cock through the nappy, gasping loudly himself. “Good boy,” he praised softly in Harry's ear. He assumed the issue here was the nappy and him seeing Harry wear it for the first time. That was understandable considering the problems Harry was having with that end of this whole part. “Such a good boy,” he whispered in his godson's ear.

Letting out a shuddering moan, Harry shivered then whimpered softly, feeling his cock throb madly.

Sirius nudged his godson forward slightly then undid his own pants and wiggled around to where he could skin them and his y-fronts off. Tossing them onto the floor, he turned Harry around then pushed him down on the bed on his back. Perching over him on all fours, he leaned down and kissed him roughly. While doing that, he grabbed Harry's hand and led it down to his cock. When Harry got the hint and began to stroke him, he reached down and rubbed Harry's through the nappy some more.

It only took a couple minutes for Sirius to realize that unless he wanted to cum this way, it needed to stop. His whole body was throbbing madly; he was flushed red and sweating, shaking. No, he didn't want to end it that way.

Pulling back, he reached down and stilling Harry's hand, he shifted up onto his knees. Leaning over, he grabbed a small bottle of lube from in the drawer by the bed and tossed it onto the bed by his godson. Then, reaching down, he fumbled with the nappy, trying to get it off his godson. As he hadn't really worked with one before, he was quickly swearing as he tried to get it off. It took a couple minutes, but he finally managed to get the fastenings undone then slid it off Harry and tossed it onto the floor as well. Leaning back over his godson, he kissed him again, one that was almost searing in its intensity. Breaking it off, panting heavily, he looked down at the young man and panted out, “Daddy wants to play with you, Harry. Is that okay?”

Nodding vigorously, Harry stammered out, “Yes, Daddy!” Oh hell, his cock was so hard it hurt, so he wanted some relief. Nor could he wait to feel Sirius' cock in his arse. Shivering, he panted, looking up at Sirius.

Taking that as all the permission he needed, Sirius grabbed the lube then poured some into his slightly shaking hand. Though Harry had told him one night that he preferred the doggy position, they were going to go with this one for right now so he could better judge by Harry's facial expressions what he liked and didn't. That would give him something to work off of later on.

Nudging Harry's legs apart, he slid between them. After his godson bent his knees, planting his feet flat on the bed, he slipped his hand down between Harry's legs and traced his finger around the puckered opening a couple times before, as gently as he could, easing it into him.

Gasping as Sirius' finger touched him down there for the first time, Harry shook violently and moaned loudly. Oh bloody hell that felt good. When the digit slipped into him, me moaned even louder, bearing down slightly so that it could slide in easier. Eyes sliding shut, he moaned, “Daddy! More, please!”

Looking at his godson, grinning, Sirius fucked him a few times with the one finger before adding another. While doing that, he reached down to stroke his own cock with his other hand, trying to relieve some of the pressure building. Eyes locked on Harry's flushed face, he liked what he was seeing. Not only that, he liked that Harry seemed to know what to do to minimize the pain and make it easier.

Grinding down on the two fingers in his arse, Harry was panting heavily. Looking up at his godfather, he managed to get out, “Fuck me, please, daddy!”

Chuckling softly, Sirius scissored his fingers a few times before sliding a third in. It appeared Harry was ready to go, but he wanted to make sure. Releasing his own throbbing cock, he leaned over his godson and kissed him passionately again. When he broke it off, he said, “Patience, Harry. Daddy is going to make you feel so good.”

Gasping and moaning, pressing down on the fingers in his arse, Harry shook violently. Reaching up, he slipped an arm around Sirius and held onto him. Letting loose of Elliot, he slipped his other hand down to squeeze his own throbbing cock.

Twisting his fingers around, fucking Harry with them, Sirius was watching his godson's face. As there was no sign that this was at all uncomfortable, he figured they could press on. Harry, though really tight, more so than Lucius was, seemed to know what he was doing to help with the pain. As his own cock was demanding he do something by then, he let his fingers slip out. Straightening up, he propped Harry's thighs on his then grabbed the lube. Dumping some in his palm, he slathered it on his cock then leaned back over Harry. Propping himself up on one elbow, he shifted around until he had the head of his cock at Harry's tight entrance. Rubbing it around, he managed to pant out, “Daddy is going to fuck you good, Harry.”

“Yes!” Harry hissed out, reaching up to wrap and arm around Sirius, holding onto him. Already his skin was flushed bright red and he was sweating heavily. Those hot sparks that always seemed to ignite in his body when he was highly aroused were dancing across his nerves. More—he wanted more!

Watching Harry's face, fingers digging into the bedding, Sirius began to slide his cock into the younger man's arse. Moaning as the tight ring of muscle began to dilate to allow him entrance, he tried to go slow. As he was used to Lucius with this, someone that was used to, and liked, the burning that came with a quick entrance, he was forcing himself not to go by an ingrained habit. The sensations of the slow entrance, though, were amazing. Shaking slightly at what he was feeling, he pressed forward slowly.

Panting, moaning loudly as Sirius' cock slowly entered him, Harry pressed down on it, trying to get him in faster. He didn't mind the burning that came from the initial penetration at all and knew how to work with it. Bearing down again, pushing out, he felt the head of Sirius' cock slide into him easily. Shaking madly, he moaned, “Daddy, please!”

Throwing his head back and moaning as his whole cock slipped into Harry's arse, Sirius gritted his teeth at the almost overload of sensations of the tight arse around his overly sensitive flesh. Fuck! That was amazing. Without even thinking about it, he began to thrust into Harry, slowly. Opening his eyes, he looked down at Harry, loving the expression on his face. Leaning over, he kissed him roughly as he began to move a little faster.

Holding onto Sirius tightly, Harry ground down on his cock, gasping and moaning into his godfather's mouth. Though he liked the slow strokes, he was used to something harder, rougher, than that. Pressing down on the cock buried in his arse, he hoped Sirius would get the hint.

Picking up speed, thrusting harder, figuring that's what Harry wanted by what he was doing, Sirius moaned in his godson's mouth. Reaching between them while their lips were locked, he began to stroke Harry's cock slowly. He didn't think this was going to last a long time, but was going to try to stretch it out for as long as he could.

Breaking off the kiss, he panted in Harry's ear, “Good boy! Fuck daddy, Harry. You like daddy's cock in your arse, don't you?” Lucius was one that that liked being talked to during the act, whether he was bottoming or topping, so it was another of those ingrained habits Sirius had. In this case, though, he thought it could work well with Harry. So, he went with it.

Moaning loudly at what was said, Harry panted out, “Yes, daddy! Fuck me! Harder!” While still grinding down on the cock in his arse, he was also trying to thrust up into the hand on his cock as well. The sensations were amazing and he wanted more.

Moaning himself at what Harry said, Sirius ground his cock into the younger man's arse harder, then began thrusting faster. Feeling the way Harry's tight arse gripped his cock, he gritted his teeth, adoring the sensations, saying, “Such a tight arse! Feels so good around daddy's cock!”

Eyes sliding shut, Harry whimpered and moaned, shaking violently. Normally, because his partners weren't people he had a more longstanding relationship with, he found it harder to get into the act, though adoring what was done. In this case, because of the relationship with Sirius and how much he trusted him, Harry was able to let himself go more, trusting his godfather enough to ask for what he wanted with no fear of it coming back to bite him afterwards. “Please, daddy! Harder! Faster!” He begged.

That was about the end of Sirius' self control when it came to holding back. One of the things he was used to was playing fairly rough when it came to sex and could easily do so. As that seemed to be what Harry was indicating he wanted, he was going to go for it. Shifting around, he let loose of Harry's cock and propped his godson's legs over his forearms, pressing Harry's legs upwards a bit to where he could sink his cock in just a little deeper, then began to hammer into him hard and fast. Gritting his teeth, feeling his body start to throb and like it was catching fire, he panted out, “Fuck daddy, Harry! Take all of daddy's cock!”

Reaching down, Harry began to stroke his own cock, moaning loudly while meeting Sirius' thrusts with his own. Oh, fuck this felt bloody great! “Daddy! Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck me!” He managed to stammer out, panting heavily.

Looking down at Harry, watching him, Sirius moaned loudly. The look on Harry's face as he let himself completely go was erotic as fucking hell! Not to mention how Elliot clung to him while they were doing this. Then there was the fact that Harry seemed to be more at ease with calling him daddy, something that just added to the whole situation. Panting heavily as he could feel the pulsing throb in his balls that told him his orgasm was coming, Sirius asked, “Does daddy's good little boy like how daddy's cock feels in his arse? Does it make you feel good, Harry?”

“Yes!” Harry hissed out, stroking his own cock quickly, shaking violently. He hadn't ever been with anyone that talked to him during the act and he loved it! It was new and a huge fucking turn on. “Oh, feels so good, daddy!” He managed to moan.

Hammering into Harry as hard as he could, Sirius grunted, feeling the tell-tale signs that he was going to cum very quickly, “Cum for daddy.”

Stroking his cock faster, feeling his body dance with sensations and that hot knot in his belly, the one that always formed just before he came, burst, Harry arched up, clamping his arse down on the hard cock buried in it, and stammered out, “Oh, fuck yes, Daddy!” Spraying cum on not only his chest, but some on his face as well, Harry's eyes rolled back as his body danced with the feelings as the orgasm seemed to just keep going, making his whole body clench up, rocking with pleasure.

Feeling Harry's arse seize then spasm around his cock, Sirius threw his head back and groaned, cumming, flooding Harry's arse. Hips thrusting of their own accord, he panted heavily, fingers digging into the bedding as he rode out the wonderful sensations.

When his orgasm finished, Sirius hung his head forward, panting heavily, body shaking. Grinning slightly, he glanced down at his godson. It was then he grinned bigger. Harry, it appeared, was still in the middle of his. Though the obvious part of it was finished, as shown by his cum splattered chest, the sensations were still happening, because he was lying there with his eyes shut, still quivering, gasping softly. Leaning down slightly, he slipped one hand under Harry's head and nuzzled the younger man's with his own then whispered, “Feel good, Harry?”

“Bloody fucking amazing,” was all Harry managed to stammer out. This—he had never felt anything like this in his life. It was as though Sirius' magic was wrapped around him, entwining with his own and causing not only the sensations to be heightened to a degree he never thought possible, but there was a euphoric, almost stoned feeling, from what he heard about that kind of response anyway, to it, that made him feeling slightly disconnected with everything, like he was lost in a zone of some kind somewhere, but bloody sensational! Oh, it was nothing like he had experienced before, ever! The only thing that came even close was the time he had been on some heavy pain killers after getting his arm broken. Even that though was different, nothing like this in the intensity of what he was getting.

Kissing Harry on the head as the younger man's body still quivered in pleasure, Sirius chuckled. Yeah, that was bloody fucking amazing, that's for sure! And there was no doubt Harry liked it. Stroking Harry's now sweaty head, he waited for the younger man to come down from the orgasm.

After what seemed like forever riding the pleasurable wave, Harry kind of collapsed, panting. Though the orgasm was over, some of the effects remained. He still felt lost in a zone of some kind, like he was stoned, and euphoric. Shivering, he wrapped an arm around Sirius and Elliot, holding onto both, still shaking slightly. Unable to help himself, he grinned. Never before had he experienced anything like that and he sure as hell wanted to again! There was nothing in the world like it and the after effects he was feeling? Oh yeah, these were good too!

Feeling Harry wrap an arm around him, Sirius propped himself up once more and looked down at the younger man. Seeing the goofy grin on Harry's face, he chuckled. In the whole time he had known his godson, he had never seen an expression like that before. It made him grin. “I'm gathering you liked that?” He snorted, still chuckling.

“Bloody amazing,” Harry said, opening his eyes and looking up at Sirius.

Looking down at Harry, Sirius was confused. The goofy grin was still there, but his eyes—it was like they were glazed over, the kind of thing you saw from those that took recreational potions to get stoned. His speech pattern, too, was slightly off. It wasn't slurred, like you would hear from someone who was drunk, but it was different, something slightly uneven that couldn't be accounted for by the after effects. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to understand it when something he had read about a few times hit him. Gently, he asked, “Does it feel almost euphoric, Harry? Almost like you took something to make you feel good?”

“Oh yeah,” Harry said, goofy grin growing, nodding his head while looking up at Sirius.

Snorting, Sirius was pleased. This, more than anything, told him how much trust Harry had in him. “Yeah, you're going to feel real good for a couple hours, if what I read is correct. Daddy's going to have to stick with you the whole time though.”

“A couple hours of this works for me!” Harry told him with an uneven chuckle, looking up at him.

Sitting up, he pulled Harry up and sat him on his lap then scooted back to the head of the bed. Leaning back against the headboard, he held Harry close, stroking his head. Kissing him on the temple gently, he said, “We'll catch our breath for a few then go take a bath. Not sure how long we've been up here, so Snape might be back.”

Wrapping around Sirius, resting his head on his daddy's shoulder, Harry just nodded, shutting his eyes. The sensations were still there and he was reveling in them. He, of course, wondered what caused this, but really didn't give a shite right now and would have Sirius explain later.

Stroking Harry's sweaty head, Sirius was still grinning slightly. This was good! Nuzzling Harry's head with his, he asked, gently, “Just so I know for when I get done giving you a bath; where did you put the nappies? I don't want to have to dig through everything to find them.”

“They are in the bottom drawer of the dresser, all the way to the back,” Harry told him softly as he petted Elliot, who was clinging to him, nuzzling the top of his head under his chin.

“Alright, good. Somewhere easy to find,” Sirius nodded. “I'm just going to get you dressed in sweats and a t-shirt tonight. We'll work on the more complicated stuff tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed.

Giving a snort of amusement at the condition his godson was in, Sirius shook his head while stroking Harry's back. “Oh, you are feeling good, that's for sure!”

“Oh, yeah,” Harry agreed, grinning bigger, loving the sensations dancing through his body.

About a half an hour later, Sirius, after being told by Harry he needed to find the loo, decided it was time to get up. If he didn't, he was apt to fall asleep. As they had something they had to do yet, he couldn't let that happen. Snatching his wand off the table, he cast a charm on Harry to make him lighter, then clutching onto his godson after having him wrap around him, he scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. Holding Harry tightly, he walked to the bathroom. Starting to fill the tub, he then walked over to the loo. Putting Harry down, grinning at how wobbly he was, he stood behind him with an arm wrapped around his midsection to keep him steady, then reached down and grabbed his flaccid cock. Aiming it at the toilet, he said, “Go on. This is something daddy is going to help you with from now on. Right now, I don't think you can manage on your own anyway, let alone not fall on your face.”

Giving an uneven chuckle, Harry, though part of him was cringing at what he was allowing Sirius to do, started to go, leaning back against his godfather. Holding Elliot, he gave a soft sigh of relief.

When Harry was done, Sirius picked him up and carried him over to the tub. Sitting him on the edge, he cast a waterproof charm on Elliot, snickering when the stuffed dragon gave a roar then started to chew on his wand. “Yeah, well, deal with it Elliot! We don't want you getting wet, you know.” When that was done, he crouched down in front of Harry, making sure to have his godson hang on to the tub with both hands and keeping an arm wrapped around him. Quickly, he cast the spell to remove the hair from his crotch.

Once that was finished, with him grinning at the snort from Harry because it apparently tickled slightly, he helped him into the tub. After assuring he was leaning back and not apt to slide down, he went and took care of his own business before coming back over then sliding into the tub behind his godson. Shifting to get both of them comfortable, he picked up the flannel then began to get it soapy before starting to wash Harry's back. Talking softly to his godson as he washed him, he just grinned and shook his head at the way Harry was acting.

After finishing with the both of them, Sirius was just leaning back against the edge of the tub, holding Harry, who was still clutching onto Elliot. Reaching out, he petted the dragon's head with one finger, snickering when it blew him another raspberry. Unable to help himself, he picked up his wand and conjured a rubber duck in the water in front of where Harry was sitting. Immediately, the dragon let out a roar and dove in after the duck, coming up after being dunked, shaking its head and giving a disgruntled roar at getting wet. Hearing Harry give an uneven chuckle at that, he said, “Yeah, well, he had fun doing it.”

Watching Elliot tackle the duck, biting on it then crawling back onto him and wrapping around his neck, Harry petted the stuffed animal as he leaned back against Sirius. Shutting his eyes, he gave a contented sigh. This felt amazing. And the more he touched Sirius, the more intense the sensations seemed to get. Opening his eyes when Sirius wrapped an arm around his waist, he ran his fingers over the man's arm, watching as the darker grey of the magic that surrounded him entwine with the slightly lighter hue of grey that was Sirius' magic. Grinning, he thought it looked a little like a grey-scale candy cane the way it twisted.

Running his fingers through Harry's wet hair, Sirius just watched him. He wasn't sure what his godson was doing, but he seemed to know so he wasn't going to ask. Gently, he said, “I'm going to check to see if Snape's here yet. If he is, we need to go down and take care of that so he can get the memory to Lucius.” Seeing Harry nod, apparently distracted by whatever it was, he cast a spell that was a signal he and Remus had come up with to communicate who was around. Within seconds of sending it off, Remus' returned and gave a flash of green, the signal that meant Snape was back. Nodding, he gave Harry's shoulder a rub then said, “Alright, Snape's here. We need to get down there. So, let's haul ourselves out of the tub and get dressed.” Seeing another amiable nod from Harry, he slid out and wrapped a robe around himself after a quick drying spell then helped his godson out. Once Harry was vertical, he dried him off and wrapped a towel around him. Casting another lightening spell on him, he picked him up then carried him into the other room, sitting him on the edge of the bed.

Sitting there, cuddling on Elliot, Harry watched Sirius dress himself then gather clothes for him. Again, like with going to the bathroom, part of him was cringing, uneasy with this, but right now he didn't really care. In fact, he liked it and was more than willing to let Sirius do what he wanted. Besides, he had agreed to it already so he would go with it. Shutting his eyes, he reveled in the sensations that he was feeling, that goofy grin once more appearing on his face. This was amazing! He didn't know what it was, but he liked it.

After gathering a pair of sweats, t-shirt, socks and a nappy for Harry, Sirius came back over. Dumping the clothes on the bed by his godson, he looked at the nappy, scratching his head. He hadn't ever put one of them on anyone so was rather lost. Looking at it, he figured it out then had Harry lay back on the bed. Telling his godson to arch his hips up, he slid it under him then did it up. Checking it, he nodded, pleased he managed to get it on right the first time. Helping Harry back into a sitting position he then started working on getting the rest of the clothes on him. Again, since this wasn't something he had done before to someone else, there was a slight struggle with it, but he managed. Grabbing Elliot off the bed where he was crawling around by Harry, he snorted when the dragon blew him another raspberry and said, “Alright, behave.” Looking at Harry, he said, “Do you want to shrink him and attach him to your sweats or just have him crawl under your shirt for now? No one is going to say anything to you about having him, I promise. It's just Remus and Snape.”

Rubbing his eyes, blinking, still riding that wave of whatever this was, Harry said, “Just let him crawl under my shirt.”

“Alright,” Sirius nodded and made a mental note to remind Harry tomorrow when he was with it again that no one was going to say anything to him about what they saw, he lifted up the tail of the t-shirt and had Elliot crawl under. Immediately, the dragon roared then scooted up Harry's chest, poking his head out the neck hole and puffing smoke into his godson's ear. Chuckling at that, he watched Harry put a hand on the stuffed dragon's back and pet him. Crouching down, he said, softly, “I'm going to carry you downstairs. You might not like someone to have seen that tomorrow, but I don't think it's a good idea to let you walk on your own. I'm pretty sure you'll end up sliding down the stairs on your face if you even try.”

“That's fine,” Harry agreed amiably. Right now, he couldn't be arsed to care what anyone saw. Besides, the more Sirius touched him, the better it felt so he was all for that.

Shaking his head, grinning, Sirius cast the charm again then picked his godson up. “Okay, let's go downstairs. We need to give Snape the memory. I want something to munch on too. I imagine you do as well.” Feeling Harry wrap around him and his head rest on his shoulder, Sirius carried him out of the room.

Having been talking to Remus quietly when the door to the kitchen opened, Severus looked up and was slightly startled by the fact that Black was carrying Harry in. Seeing a grin on Black's face, he arched an eyebrow and watched him walk over then sit Harry down on the bench.

Giving Harry's head a rub, Sirius said, “I'm counting on you not to fall off the bench.” Hearing Harry chuckle unevenly, he grinned then said, “I'll grab you a butterbeer and get something to snack on.” Looking at Remus and Snape, he nodded then went to retrieve some food.

Looking at Potter, brow furrowed, Snape rubbed a hand over his mouth, confused at what he was seeing. In the whole time he had known the young man, he had never seen a goofy grin on his face, ever. He was far too serious and intense for something like that. When the young man looked up to say hi to Remus when the werewolf said something to him, he could see the glazed look in his eyes as well, something that seemed to indicate the young man was stoned. Knowing Black wasn't apt to give Potter anything to cause that reaction, he now wondered what was going on. As far as he knew, from what Lupin had said when he came in, the two had been upstairs probably engaged in some kind of sex act. No, Lupin hadn't come out and said that as it wasn't something that he would ever utter aloud, but the indication was there with the cryptic phrase 'alone time'. Shaking his head, he was about to say something to Black, especially after Lupin shot him a quizzical look, when it hit him.

Smirking big, he asked, tone smooth, “Feels good, does it, Mr. Potter?” In his life he hadn't seen this reaction before, but had read about it and knew many made it a quest to find someone with magic that was compatible to see if they couldn't reach this state.

“Bloody brilliant, it is!” Harry told Snape, looking at him, grinning, as he petted Elliot's head.

“I've heard it does,” Snape said, smirking slightly bigger as he took a sip of his coffee.

Concerned as he looked at Harry, Remus glanced at Snape, not understanding what the man had implied. Leaning over, keeping his voice down, he asked, “What is going on? He looks stoned out of his gourd!”

“Because he is, just not by anything artificial that was given to him,” Snape said with a snort of amusement.

Not understanding that at all, Remus shook his head then said, “Severus, explain that to me.”

“It's something called MagicalSpace. It's a combination of three things if what I've read on the topic is right. His and Black's magic, apparently, are close on the scale, probably overlapping, making it highly compatible. That's the major part of it, probably ninety percent of the effect. The other two parts have to do with how much trust Harry has in him. In having that, he let himself completely go, as in gave up control and let Black have it to do something because of the trust. The combination of the three caused this. It's nothing to worry about. I've heard it's an amazing feeling, actually. Almost like you're drunk or stoned, producing a euphoric feeling.” Severus explained softly, still smirking as he looked at Potter petting the head of something or other that was poking out the neck of his shirt.

Looking at Harry, shaking his head, Remus was still confused. The magic part—he understood that. The rest he didn't. However, if Severus wasn't concerned, he wasn't going to be either. “It's not addictive, is it? There aren't going to be any lasting side effects?” He asked, softly, still looking at Harry.

“No, nothing like that,” Severus told him with a dismissive wave. “It's no more addictive than your own magic. It's a similar effect to when you find a partner that is compatible with you. That always intensifies the feeling of the act. This is a more extreme case of it, nothing more.”

Nodding slowly, still looking at Harry, he asked, “Have you felt it? I've not—nothing I’ve done even comes close to having this kind of reaction.”

“No, never,” Severus told him with a shake of his head. “From what I know of the phenomena, the one that experiences it is what is perceived as the 'bottom'. That rules me out for even attempting it. Nor is it something you can tend to manage in just a casual relationship or a one night stand. The trust has to be there for it to happen so you can allow yourself to completely let go. It's nothing to worry about. However, Black needs to stay with him until it wears off. He's going to be far more amiable and agreeable to about everything than he normally is. In fact, you could probably talk him into doing just about anything. So, the partner in the relationship needs to stay close to keep you from doing that.” Seeing Harry try to shift around and about slide off the bench, Severus gave an amused snort then added, “Or do yourself an injury because you tend to be less than coordinated.”

Taking that in, Remus sighed, shaking his head, not sure what to make of this and flushing slightly at the confirmation that Sirius and Harry had been doing something sexual. He knew it, really, it was just he didn't want to know was all. It was something he would have to get used to.

Coming back over, Sirius sat his beer and Harry's butterbeer down on the table then put a plate of fruit by it. Sliding onto the bench by Harry, he slid the butterbeer over to his godson. Seeing Harry pick it up, though almost spill it on himself as he tried to take a drink, he grinned, shaking his head. Taking the bottle back after Harry managed to get a drink he sat it down then said, “I think a straw is a real good idea right now.” Pulling his wand out, he conjured one and slipped it into the bottle then slid it to Harry. “Just keep it on the table.” Seeing his godson nod and take a sip of it through the straw, he looked at Snape and Remus, grinning. “He's fine, just a little uncoordinated. I told him neither of you are going to say anything about it, or anything else you might see or hear, tomorrow.”

“Not a word,” Severus assured the young man, still smirking as he looked at him.

“No, I won't,” Remus said with a gentle smile. Looking at Harry, he saw the head of—he had no clue what it was, but it looked like a dragon in miniature, poking its head out of neck of Harry's shirt. “Harry, what do you have there? It's sticking out of your shirt.”

Looking at the werewolf, Harry said, grinning, “That's Elliot.”

Seeing Remus' quizzical look, Sirius explained, “Lucius gave it to him. It's a stuffed dragon.” Looking at his old friend, he said, lowering his voice, “Tomorrow--” That's all he said, knowing Remus would get it.

Mouthing back, 'not a word', Remus nodded. “Elliot is a strange name for a dragon.”

“It's from a movie,” Harry explained softly, looking at him. “It was called Pete's Dragon.”

“I remember that one,” Severus nodded. “It was quite good. One of Disney's better movies.”

“It was one of my favorites,” Harry nodded, reaching up to stroke Elliot's head while trying to eat a slice of apple.

“Oh? What was it about?” Remus asked, curious. He knew what movies were and had seen a couple. As he enjoyed the ones he had watched, he was interested in hearing about others.

“It's about an orphaned boy who, with the help of a magical dragon only he can see most of the time, runs away from the adopted family that mistreats him. The dragon helps him to find one that cares for him and takes him in, making sure to protect him,” Severus explained then his brow furrowed as he looked at the young man. If what he knew about Harry's life was right, that was quite a telling analogy for why he liked the movie.

“It was brilliant,” Harry nodded. “I liked the one song in it, Candle On the Water. The lady who sang that had a great voice.”

“Indeed,” Severus agreed. “Helen Reddy had a magnificent voice and that song was a good one.”

“Sounds interesting,” Remus nodded, looking between Severus and Harry.

“It's for kids,” Harry shrugged. “Elliot is animated in the movie.”

“However, like with most of what Disney put out, it's the kind that, though meant for kids, appeals to adults as well. It was quite good,” Severus explained, looking at Lupin.

After eating a slice of peach, Sirius grinned then poked Elliot's head, “You're named after a dragon in a movie!” Snickering when the dragon blew him another raspberry, he shook his head.

Giving a snort at what the dragon did, Severus smirked bigger, “Elliot has good taste I see.” Shaking his head, he said, “Let me go get the Pensieve.” Standing, he went to go retrieve the thing from the library. They were going to view what happened so that they were aware in case Albus tried to spin what went on before he took it to Lucius.

When Snape came back in, Sirius walked Harry through how to pull the memory, making sure to tell him to include all the memory, including his interaction with his family afterwards.

Nodding, Harry pulled the whole thing, stopping at the part when he got to his bedroom, not thinking about it, intent upon eating his orange. Something, somewhere in him was screaming about it, telling him to be careful, but he ignored it, not really caring right now. Dropping it into the bowl, with a slightly shaky hand, he went back to eating.

Rubbing his godson's back, Sirius said, “We're all going to view it so we know what happened. Okay with you, Harry? This isn't like the one Dumbledore has. It's older and is something hard to find. There is a rune on the side of it that allows you to tap it so it shows like a small moving picture with sound of the whole thing.”

“That's fine,” Harry said, taking another sip of his butterbeer. When he finished, he leaned against Sirius, one hand on Elliot, his eyes shut, giving a contented sigh.

Rubbing Harry's back softly, Sirius tapped the rune with his wand, activating the image and they began to watch what happened play out.

After seeing the walrus-like Vernon kicking Potter out of the house, Severus snorted and shook his head then said, tone dry, “Mr. Potter, you're a better wizard than I am. I would have let the Dementor take him before driving it off.” At first, he hadn't been happy with what he saw and how Harry seemed to be more than willing to let the abomination be dealt with by Vernon, but now he could understand why. If this kind of foolishness and hateful behavior went on all the time, he could appreciate why Harry had been reluctant, aside from the fact that it was apparent the whole thing was a setup.

Shaking his head, glaring at the image of Harry's family, Sirius gave his godson a squeeze and said, “I'm agreeing with Snape there.”

“It's no big deal,” Harry shrugged, not opening his eyes. “They're always like that.”

“That doesn't make it right, Harry,” Remus said softly, a heavy sigh in his voice, shaking his head, completely disgusted by what he saw of the Dursley's. Not the most loving of families his right elbow! This was downright nasty is what it was, something that almost made him sick to watch.

Harry just shrugged, not saying anything.

Sirius was about to ask him some questions about some of what was said when the scene where Vernon got him just before he went up the stairs began to play out. Stopping, he stared at what was being shown, face flushing a bright red as he got the inference of what Vernon meant. Immediately, his eyes went to Snape, who was staring at the image that played out, a horrified expression on his face. Starting to stammer, he didn't know what to say.

Watching the scene with Vernon play out, Severus was trembling, feeling sick to his stomach. Though there was no direct admission to what was inferred, he very much understood what Vernon implied. Rubbing a shaking hand over his mouth, his eyes immediately went to the young man leaning against Black. Harry seemed blissfully unaware of the reaction going on around him. Lifting his eyes, he looked at Sirius, whose face was reddening more by the second, eyes taking on a sheen of rage that he had never seen before in his life. Seeing Black clutch onto his wand and Harry, both, he just watched the man until the whole thing played out. Pointing a finger at him, he then said, softly, “You stay right there. Don't move. Hold onto him.” Standing, he grabbed the shoulder of the white as a sheet Lupin's robes and tugged him up then all but dragged him out of the room.

Pulling him into the hallway, Severus looked at Lupin and said, “You need to stay here and make certain Black stays put.”

“Severus! I—you—Vernon!” Was all Remus managed to stammer out, feeling like he was going to vomit, trembling.

Looking thunderous, Severus nodded. “I know.” Rubbing a hand over his face, he tried to think. Shaking his head, he said, “Go back in there and sit with them. Make sure Black stays right where he is. I'm going to leave, but will be back as quickly as I'm able.”

“Where are you going?” Remus asked, trembling, eyes overly wide. “I think you need to stay right here because I'm going to need help keeping Sirius from going and doing something very foolish.”

Shaking his head, Severus said, “I'll be as quick as I can. First, I'm going to get the most powerful calming draught I have. I think we're all going to need it before the night is over. Then I'm going to get Lucius. Not only is he the only one I know that can make damned sure Black stays put, he's the only one of us that might have an idea of what questions to ask Potter to help his solicitor, let alone keep his cool enough to ask what is needed without completely losing his composure. This—it has to come out, has to. We need him away from Vernon. I have no clue what a solicitor might need to help with that. Lucius—he has a way about him that can get information out of people, even when they normally wouldn't do it. With the relationship there, he's going to have a better chance at managing than any of us.”

Nodding vigorously, glad Severus had a plan of some kind in place to help, he said, “Just hurry as fast as you can.”

Knowing what Black was like and the fact that the man was going to blow if something wasn't done, Severus gave him a grim look. “I'll be as fast as possible. It's going to take time, though, not to mention this is going to be risky. While I'm away, put up the ward that will detect anyone coming in and set off an alarm. I'll signal before I come back in to make sure the coast is clear. And, if you have to, stick Black to the bench, I don't care what it takes, just keep him right where he is. It might be a good idea to get his wand away from him.” Stopping, he looked at Lupin and said, “Also, talk to Harry. Assure him that nothing we see or hear is going to make us think less of him. Same with the relationship between him, Black and Lucius. I'm not concerned about anything with him tonight in the state he's in, it's tomorrow, and the backlash that might come from that, I'm worried about.”

Getting what Severus was going for, Remus nodded vigorously. “I will!”

“Let's go back in. I'll let Black know what I'm doing, at least partially, and I need to borrow Harry's invisibility cloak.” With that, he headed back toward the kitchen.

Stepping in, he saw Black all but wrapped around Harry, holding him close, stroking his hair while Potter was curled up to him, sitting sideways on the bench. The look on Black's face, though, was one of pure fury. Walking over and taking a seat in front of the two, Snape looked at Black and said, “I'm going to leave, but will be back shortly. I'm going to get some help.” Lowering his voice, he said, “You stay right here. Don't even think about going to do something foolish. He,” he said, pointing to Harry, “needs you more than you need revenge. Understand?” Seeing Black nod, but the furious look not abating, he then said Harry's name. When the young man looked at him, he asked, “Can I borrow your invisibility cloak? I'll return it shortly. There is something I need to do that it will be needed for. I give you my word, I'll bring it right back.”

“Sure, professor,” Harry said rubbing his eyes then blinking rapidly, trying to focus better. Then he made to stand up to go get it.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, he had Harry stay right where he was. “I'll summon it. Just stay put.” Summoning the cloak, he waited until it sailed in and took it then stood. “I'll be right back.” Seeing everyone nod, he turned and swept out while tucking the cloak in his pocket.

This was—beyond a nightmare. And he wasn’t sure what any of them could do. He just hoped like hell Lucius wasn't busy tonight because he didn't even want to contemplate having to deal with this kind of thing on his own. Harry—despite who his father had been, was one of his favorite students, one he cared about a great deal. All along he had suspected that things weren't right in the Dursley household. His thoughts, even after the talk with Black a few nights ago, had leaned towards the suspicion that there might have been some serious physical abuse going on. Maybe, somewhere, deep down, he thought sexual abuse might have been involved, but discounted it. Now, well—oh, this was bad! And it was bound to get worse before the night was out. He just hoped no one showed up tonight to check on Harry.

Striding over to the park across the street, he steeled himself then Apparated to Spinners End, hoping that Lupin could manage to keep Black right where he was until he got back.

A.N.- In BDSM there is an unusual reaction people talk about called subSpace. It's a strange phenomena that there isn't much written about other than blogs of people that have supposedly experienced it. Having heard about it in a documentary, I took the basic concept of it and twisted it to use in this, calling it MagicalSpace. The reaction Harry has is similar to what I've read on it. I did add a more extreme version of being agreeable and some of your inhibitions about certain issues lowering, making it like someone who is drunk or stoned, then some things coming out you would never say or do when sober. So, this is based in something real, though it's more exaggerated for what I need to use it for.

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