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Uncle Remus	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Harry and Remus aren't mine. Never will be. I don't think...

Warning: Slashy! More Remus obsession. Under age.

Dedication: This is for John, for putting up with my nonsensical ramblings. And for a bit of inspiration. Even though I highly doubt he'll ever read this.

Author's Note: Poor, poor Remus. I may as well starve him for a week then put an arsenic laced steak in front of him. :-) I'm highly enjoying this series. I didn't expect to get this written, but it came to me so I did. I'm still really amazed at the response this is getting! It's doing far better then my little Remus/Harry fluff series. I guess people *do* prefer the darker stuff!

There's a bit of Remmie's background in here, too. Enjoy!

Uncle Remus
Chapter Three

Days have passed. I seem to have managed to curb my obsession. I have kept my eyes carefully blank, not watching him for more then a few moments at a time. He hasn't mentioned anything about...the incident. He claims he wished to forget it. That I could. I have been able to keep my fantasies in the realm of the acceptable, concentrating on Severus and Sirius. There are only a few more weeks before the school year begins. Aren't there?

That will solve many problems. Though both of us will be returning to Hogwarts, we will not be in such close quarters, and I will have other outlets. Severus, perhaps. I know he is attracted to other men, and perhaps there is still some semblance of attraction left over from our school days. I will gladly take him as my lover, if he'll have me. And then my depraved fantasies will dissipate. And perhaps I will be able to put all of this aside, and truly forget.

"Uncle Remus?"

I look up. I am in my room, looking over a few of my old books on the Dark Arts. It is late, and Harry should be in bed. I blink, sleepily. Never mind Harry, I should be in bed.

"Yes?"

He is standing in my doorway, glasses off and looking rumpled. He is dressed for bed, in loose sweatpants and a white tank top. I cannot help myself. My eyes slide over his form, taking in the smooth slope of shoulder and the way the soft cotton of his top clings to the definition of his abdomen.

"I..." He frowns, looking very young and frightened. He is frightened. I can smell it on him. It wafts off of him like cheap cologne, overpowering and thick.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I sit up, concerned. All lustful thoughts are gone from my mind in my panic.

"I had a nightmare." His voice is soft and ashamed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you..."

"No, it's all right." I put my book aside. I know well the affect nightmares can have on the young. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah." Harry shrugs. "It just..."

"I know." I run a hand through my hair, raking it out of my eyes. "I've had quite a few myself. Would you like to talk about it?"

"I dunno." He won't look at me. I know how he feels. It takes a great amount of courage to admit to being frightened by a bad dream. "Um...I know I sound like a little kid..."

"Harry, it's fine." I tell him, smiling softly. "I used to have nightmares. I still do, actually. But it was the worst when I was in school, I think."

"Really?" Harry looks at me now, wide eyed. I nod.

"Oh yes."

"What about?"

"Well." I pause, sighing.

"You don't have to tell me!" Harry says quickly. "No "No, it' all right." I pat the bed next to me. "Here, come in and sit down and I'll tell you about my nightmares."

Harry nods, and slips inside the room, closing the door behind him. He sits next to me, still frightened. I pat his shoulder in a kindly manner, feeling badly for him. He has so much riding on him, it isn't fair. He is too young for all of this. He is only a boy.

"When I was young, I would have nightmares about when...when I was bitten." It's a difficult subject for me. I spoke of it briefly to Sirius, James and Peter, but it has always been hard for me to talk about.

"When did it happen?"

"I was eight." I say, my mind going back over the years. I take a deep breath before I continue. "I had wandered away during a game of hide and seek, and I ended up out after dark, to the horror of my parents. We lived in France, you see, and there are very many of my kind out there. I was a child though, and couldn't find my way home. I was alone and rather frightened. I...I don't remember the actual attack. The sentient ten tends to repress memories that are quite traumatic. At least ones experienced when young." I must pause again. Harry slips an arm around me, hugging me tightly. I nod, ready to continue.

"I would dream about that, mostly. That sense of confusion and abandonment. It continued through most of my childhood, you see. My father was not pleased with what I had become." I decide that there are things I will leave out. The arguments my father would have with my mother, insisting I be destroyed. I was a monsteA crA creature of the dark. I was no longer their son.

"But..." Harry looks up at me, eyes wide. "It doesn't matter..."

"I know. But there are some who don't. And it was a difficult time for us all. Voldemort was just beginning to gain support, and my father worked for the Ministry. I don't blame him. But as to the nightmares, I'd wake in terror sometimes, confused and not sure where I was."

"Do you still have nightmares?"

"Yes." I nod. "But they're of the mundane sort."

"What did you do? When you had nightmares?"

I smile softly, and chuckle.

"Nothing, at first. I was quiet, usually. But once I screamed. I forget what caused it, a particularly nasty dream I'm certain. I woke up Sirius and Peter. Your father could sleep through anything. They were concerned, and asked what was wrong. I...I tried to deny it, and simply said I'd had a bad dream. I ended up sleeping in Sirius' bed that night."

"Did it help?"

"Yes." I nodded. It had, actually, helped quite a bit. And later on, nightmares had been a wonderful excuse to slip into bed with Sirius. I wonder now, if he ever realized the truth. If he did, he said nothing. I am well aware he does not share my tastes.

"Cause, um, I was actually gonna ask if I could sleep in here with you." Harry flushes as he asks, and I detect the slightest hint of shame coming off of him.

I freeze. For more reasons then one. There should be no protestation. I should not hesitate to open my bed to him. But I do. He does not understand what he is doing by asking this. He is tempting me, pushing my bounds. It will be torture, to lie in bed with him beside me. But I cannot turn him away. What would he think of me, leaving him alone to face his nightmares?

"Of course you can." I say, smiling softly. I thank whatever gods watch over me that I have already prepared for bed, and that it is too cool a night for me to sleep in my usual bare state.

"Thanks." Harry smiles warmly up at me, and those feelings that I have repressed well up in me yet again. For the steps I have taken forwards, I have just stumbled back to where I started.

"I'm done with this at any rate." I close my book, and set it on the bedside table. Harry slips beneath the covers, settling in. I stand, caught by the sight of him lying in my bed. I must force myself to breathe, to remain calm. It is an image out of the darkest recesses of my mind. My mind spins it's own tale, and I must fight it. No matter what my mind and libido desire, I will not slip in next to him, take him in my arms, and proceed to make love to him.

I can see it, however. My mind replays the scene. Harry, slipping into my room Frightened, seeking comfort. He climbs into my lap, resting his head against my shoulder. I take him in my arms, and I press my lips to his neck. He responds, licking my earlobe. Our lips meet, and he undulates against my hips. His lips leave mine, to trail hesitant kisses down my neck. He looks to me with eager eyes, seeking praise and reassurance. His hands fumble with the drawstring of my sleep pants...

I shake my head, putting the room in order for the night. I excuse myself to prepare for bed, splashing my face with cold water when I reach the bathroom. I brush my teeth, and wash my face a second time. The cool water and sterile feel of the lavatory help to ease the burning between my legs. I will not risk self gratification, not after what happened the last time. When I am under complete control, I return to my bedroom.

I watch him a moment, his breath causing the covers to rise and fall. He is beautiful, hair tousled and framing his face. I climb into bed with him, flipping off the light as I do. I much prefer electric lamps to magical means of lighting. I pull the covers up over us, and my breath hitches in my throat as he turns to me, tucking his head beneath my chin. He presses his lean body against me, arms slipping around my waist. I lie still, resting my hand lightly on his side, hoping to reassure him. I can smell him strongly. Warm and musky, with a hint of watermelon. His hair is clean and soft, and it tickles my chin.

This situation itself is akin to a nightmare. I know now how Tantalus must feel. I lie, suspended before the one thing I want but cannot have. I can but stare hungrily, mouth watering, fingers aching to touch...

I can smell his emotions. He feels content and safe here in my bed, in my arms.

My last thought before I drift off to sleep-for I am very tired-is he?

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