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Death Eater takes a Holiday







Author: Lee Lee Potter

LeeLeePotter@Optonline.net

Category: Romance, Action, a little Humor and Angst
tossed in for flavor.

Pairing: Harry/Severus with references to
Ron/Hermione

Rating:
to NC-17, varies by chapter. To be safe, regard as NC-17

Summary: Albus spells a few Order members back to
their seventh year age, and sends them to spend time at Hogwarts for a holiday.
The Headmaster's intent is for them to learn that Harry is indeed mature for
his age, so that he will be accepted as a full member. What will happen when
Severus returns from his time as a teen, to find he has spent the better part of
the week entwined with a certain Gryffindor? And, how do their lives change
afterwards?

Warnings: This is SLASH! Male x Male relationship & sex. Language, Also, not too
graphic, but occasional: Disturbing Situations, Child Abuse,Torture, Rape and
brief molestation scenes in later chapters. That's not really at all the focus,
but they are there, albeit brief. They are pertinent to the story, not
gratuitous. If you can't handle it,
skip the story.

Feedback: While not necessary, it is greatly
appreciatereatreatly. Well, ok it's necessary.

Disclaimer:
I don't own the Harry Potter characters. I make no money. I'll give them back
when I'm done.

Special Thanks to my Beta: Xikum

Chapter 49
Heightened Senses

Hermione sat leaning comfortably on Ron as they talked to
Ron's parents about where Hermione's school was located and her course load.
Molly took the opportunity to point out they each would need to spend a lot of
time and attention on their schooling/training, and that in order to keep their
relationship strong, they would do well to appreciate the time they did have
together.

Hermione glanced over to where Harry and Severus were
talking with Charlie. She smiled, seeing them laughing together and how Harry
stood close to Severus' side. Ginny returned from talking Bill into letting her
stay a few days and took the opportunity to plop down on the grass. She leaned
against Ron's long legs and harrumphed.

"What's wrong now?" asked Ron, nudging his little
sister with his knee. "You�re a right crab today," he said sounding a
little annoyed that his sister had such an attitude at a party. Hermione gently
nudged him in the ribs with her elbow.

"I'm not crabby," Ginny snapped in her own
defense. "I kind of feel sorry for Harry. I can't figure out how he could
be acting so happy. Is he still seeing a counselor?" she asked as if it
were no big deal. "I'd be pretty disappointed if it were my birthday and
my date�"

"That's quite enough from you, young lady," said
Arthur sternly. "Severus Snape is an honorable man who�"

"What the heck does Professor Snape have to do with
Harry's date not showing up?" Before she actually finished the question,
the puzzle pieces were fitting together. Arthur was about to explain it to her
when Molly put a hand on his arm, stopping him. Molly recognized the look of
sudden awareness on Ginny's face and nodded in confirmation. "Harry and
Snape?" she asked, desperately not wanting to come to the wrong conclusion
once again. "But he's �I don�t know, he's just so�" she didn't quite
know how to finish that sentence without saying something that would get her in
trouble.

"He's laughing," said Hermione finishing her
sentence. "I don't know if I've seen that before," she said the last
part quietly, almost to herse

Ginny turned around to see Harry and Severus with their
backs turned to them as they talked to Charlie. Severus' arm was wrapped around
Harry's waist, holding him close. All three men were laughing about something
the four couldn't hear from across the lawn.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ginny practically yelled
as she punched Ron in the chest. "All this time, I've made a fool of
myself. When he showed up, I practically told him he wasn�t welcome to our
party. Then like a jerk, I've been looking at the gate waiting for some guy to
show up," she ranted.

"I thought Hermione told you," said Ron, rubbing
the spot where she punched him. "I would think it was obvious at dinner
when they were practically eating from each others plates," spouted Ron,
and mumbled something about happy little housewives serving food.

"Really Ron," drawled Hermione. "He gave him
a piece of cake. You conveniently didn't notice Severus poured Harry his drinks
all afternoon. I think it's very sweet," she said fondly. Ginny, I wasn't
sure if you knew; then when I realized you didn't, there never seemed to be the
right opportunity to bring it up. I�d hoped you�d have worked it out.
Sorry."

Ginny didn't respond. She kept staring at the couple,
wishing she had known earlier so she could have watched out for all those
things Hermione had mentioned. Subtle little gestures are harder to notice when
you don't know to look for them. She had missed the chance and the party was
mostly over.

Ron took the quiet opportunity to sneak away from the girls.
Ginny climbed onto the garden bench where her brother was sitting, so she could
watch the couple with Hermione. She listened to her opinions and sort of
understood her points, but Ginny still was unsure how Harry could be attracted
to Snape.

"Have you checked out his arse?" asked Hermione.
Ginny scoffed, but then had to admit Severus had more hiding under his robes
than she expected. "Don't even get me started on his voice. You'll
understand once you can imagine hearing it with out thinking of him taking house
points."

"It's hard to not just see an older man. I don't know
that I can find anyone over 25 attractive."

"What about Bill, or Charlie? Both are past their
twenties," asked Hermione.

"Only just past," said Ginny. "Bill does have
my vote for the �hottest brother� award," she said with a giggle. "He
said he and his girlfriend would take me out next weekend."

"Severus isn't that old. I'm pretty sure he was in
Hogwarts the same time as Bill. Maybe only during Bill's first few years, but
they�re not that far apart in age."

"I guess, but he's not dating Bill, he's dating Harry.
Its kind a creepy."

"You should have seen him on holiday," crooned
Hermione. "He was so hot. Besides, Harry can't relate to guys our age.
We're aware of what's really going on in the world because your parents are in
the Order. Most guys don't have a clue, and they're just lng fng for a good
time. Harry deserves to be happy. I would hate for him to have to wait until
he's older to find someone who is finally mature enough for him."

"Sometimes," whispered Ginny, "I have a hard
time imagining Harry a lot older. I get scared he won't survive long enough to
get old," she said somberly.

Hermione bit her lip. She didn't like to think such things.
"Then, don't you think he should have every chance to be happy?" She
stopped watching the couple to see Ginny nodding. "Good. Then when they grow older together, you'll
see how handsome Harry is when he's thirty, and by then you'll appreciate
Severus and his attributes."

"Attributes? Get that off your big word of the day
calendar?" teased Ginny. "What does that mean? Sexy bits?"

"Bitch."

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"Prude," she retorted kidding Hermione right back.
"Oh, now Ron's gone over there. Do you think he'll tell them I just found
out? I feel like such an arse. I wish I could hear what they were saying,"
complained Ginny. Hermione of course knew a spell so they could hear, but
wouldn't invade their privacy. Her morals wouldn't allow it. Besides, Severus
was a spy and would probably know.

Meanwhile, across the lawn�

"Al'right Ron," said Charlie. "Do you happen
to know why the girls have been bug-eyed in this direction for the last five
minutes?"

"Ginny finally got a clue and now she's watchihe
he
new couple," said Ron in disgust. "Harry, you want to open gifts
inside or out?" Receiving a shrug, Ron decided outside was best and not so
crowded. "Out it is. Come on Charlie, you can help me bring them out.
Bill's busy talking to Mum and Dad about Ginny.

Harry and Severus suddenly found themselves alone for the
first time since the party started. "Are you enjoying your party?"
asked Severus, keeping his arm snugly around his lover.

"Yeah, I'm glad you came. I feel like I'm bringing you
home to meet my family, only they already know you," laughed Harry.
"Can I have a kiss?" he asked coyly.

Severus glanced around the yard discreetly. Only the girls
were anywhere near them, but they were watching every move. "Do you really
wish to put on a show?" asked Severus hoping Harry would say no.

"No, I wouldn't want to do anything to make you feel
uncomfortable," said Harry, a little too cordially.

Severus was about to thank him for his maturity and
understanding, when he felt a strong hand grab his arse. He pulled Harry's hand
back up to his waist as he heard the shriek that came from the bench where the
girls were watc avi avidly. They squealed from the sight of Harry groping Sev.
The fit of giggles was drowned out by Molly�s announcement that it was time to
open gifts.

Harry sat in a chair in the center of the group. His cool
demeanor couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. He was surrounded by his
friends and lover, he wasn't on death's door, and everyone was enjoying
themselves. "I want to thank you
all. This means a lot to me," said Harry, hoping he didn't sound corny.
"This has been a lot of fun. I know I had my first party last year, but it
took three pain potions and a Pepper-up to make it to the cake part. I felt
like instead of celebrating my birth, we were celebrating my still living. This
is as normal as I've ever felt in my life. Thanks." Harry felt Sev's hand
on his shoulder giving him a squeeze. Molly looked like she would cry. Then a
voice from the back of the group broke the silence.

"That's great Harry. I know this is new to you, but normally
we open gifts first, and then thank everyone. By next year you'll get it
right," teased George.

No one heard the spell, but moments later a slice of cake
floated from the kitchen and dropped on George's head. Arthur, who was sitting
next to George, was splattered with icing for the second time that night.
"Was that really called for?" asked the patriarch, plucking a
strawberry from his shirt. Harry tried not to laugh. He was fairly sure it was
Sev who delivered the cake. Ah, chivalry.

As Harry opened his gifts, Severus was beginning to see why
Albus insisted on using the juvenilell ell he did on Harry's gifts. It was hard
not to enjoy watching him unwrap each package with enthusiasm. He would never
do anything so gaudy himself, but now understood Albus' motives.

Harry thanked Molly profusely for the rag rug she made for
his kitchen floor.

"I know you're always running around barefoot, so now
when your making breakfast you won�t have cold feet," said Molly proudly
as she pointed out the colors she used and why. Harry placed the rug aside
reverently before opening the next gift.
Charlie gave him a snitch autographed by a seeker that Severus had never
heard of. If Ron's reaction was anything to go by, it was indeed a grand gift
for a quidditch buff.

Harry held the last gift on his lap for a few minutes before
opening it. He was savoring the moment for a little longer as Ron explained in
great detail the game the snitch had been used in and what condition it was
currently in. Before Ron could show Harry the damage to the feathering on the
wings from the catch, Hermione prodded Harry to open his gift from Severus.

Harry looked over his shoulder to Sev, a big grin spread
across his face. Harry thought he heard Fred grumble something that sounded
like 'while we're still young'. At first glimpse the gift-wrap appeared
nondescript, but Harry noticed there were shadows of phoenixes on the surface.
It was as if the birds were flying overhead causing faint shadows on the paper.
The tag read, 'Happy Birthday Fawkes'. Harry gasped as he opened the box to
reveal a new set of black quidditch robes. Beneath the robes was a set of wrist
and shin guards in the brown color Severus liked in contrast with the black
flowing robes.

"Don't you have a set of quidditch robes just like that?
Ow, what?" complained a twin that had just been pinched for being rude.

"If you can find the remains, you can use it to make a
black rag rug," laughed Harry. "I was wearing them when Severus sent
me through the window at Hogwarts," he explained before turning to face
Sev. "Thank you, they�re perfect." Harry held the robes up to his
chest to show how they looked. Severus explained the robes were heavier due to
a removable inner liner for warmth. Harry liked the idea of the extra liner
instead of adding cumbersome clothing during cold weather. He had the feeling
Severus did it so he wouldn't wear too much under them. He planned on modeling
for Sev later.

Harry once again thanked his friends for the party and
gifts.

Arthur looked over the pile of gifts, then said helpfully,
"That's too much to apparate at one time, maybe someone should give you a
hand getting home." He was looking
around the group for someone whose assistance he could volunteer.

"I'm sure Severus wouldn't mind seeing Harry
home," suggested Molly. Arthur's eyes lit up as if he'd suddenly
remembered they were a couple.

"Ah yes, fine idea dear," he agreed. Molly fought
the urge to roll her eyes. "Severus?"

"It would be my pleasure," said Severus
graciously.

"Yes, it will be," whispered Harry. Unfortunately
he didn't whisper quietly enough, causing a fit of giggles to burst forth from
Ginny and Hermione. When the others looked to the girls for explanation of
their outburst, they simply laughed harder.

Having said his final goodbyes and thank yous, Harry
apparated back home. He knew Sev would be a few minutes behind him as Arthur
had asked him a question about the Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor.
Harry had left him to answer Arthur's questions so he could change into his new
quidditch robe.

Posed in the center of the room, Harry waited for Sev. The
boots he wore gave him some added height, and matched the hard leather wrist
and shin guards he wore to complete the outfit. His eyes shined bright with
anticipation; his cheeks tinged red from how quickly he had changed his robes.

Severus apparated into the sitting room, carrying a rag rug
and several other boxes. Whatever it was that plagued his mind moments earlier
was quickly forgotten as Harry stood before him in his black flowing robes. A
lustful, predatory gaze instantly replaced his thoughtful, distant expression.
Severus licked his lips as he took in the view. Harry looked as if he'd just
touched down after winning the Quidditch World Cup. His cheeks were flushed,
his hair messy. It was always messy, but could be mistaken as windblown. Harry
remained silent, bringing a leather-clad hand up to his mouth. Severus watched
intently as Harry tasted the tip of his own middle finger before spreading the
moisture across his bottom lip seductively. Definitely, the half finger gloves
were a good idea.

Severus circled around him before stopping just inches from
Harry's face, making him feel like hunted prey. "Accio broom," said
Severus, and Harry's recovered broom flew from the front cloak closet.
"Perfect," he whispered as Harry stood holding the broom close.
Severus instructed him to mount his broom, but sit high up on the handle
allowing Severus to sit behind.

Harry soon found it was in fact possible to have sex on a
broom. That, and if one person has his foot wedged under the sofa for balance
the broom will vibrate and buck as the 'rider' pulls the broom to fly up, but
is preventeom dom doing so. Harry practically screamed out his release when Sev
wrapped his hand around his pulsing cock and the broom handle as one,
intensifying the sensat.

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Harry walked past the Great Hall taking in the view of the
castle. It was still very quiet. The distant rumbling of the changing
staircases was the only sound for a few minutes. Then as Harry gave his
password to enter Albus' staircase, it was as if someone had turned up the
volume full blast.

"I am putting my foot down!" yelled a voice Harry
knew was Severus. "If you think I'm going to spend what little time I have
to spare making his potion, then I demand a say in this matter!"

Harry debated if he should turn back around, not wanting to
interrupt what was obviously an important issue for Severus. Albus would surely
know he was there. Harry didn't even bother lifting his hand to knock half the
time. Deciding he would respect their privacy, Harry started back down the
stairs, but froze mid way hearing the next question from Severus.

"What did Harry say when you told him his Godmutt's
lover was back in town? Or had you left out that detail during your last
visit?"

Harry frowned, he didn't care for the reference Sev used in
regards to Sirius. Hold on� Sirius had a lover? How could he not know
that? Harry was so lost in thought; he didn't hear Albus' reply to the
questions. The spiral stairs had come to a stop depositing him by the gargoyle.
He didn't know what to do now. His plan had been to stop by and say hello to
Albus since he was on the grounds visiting Hagrid, but now he had a thousand
questions.

Albus and he had an agreement to be more straightforward
with each other, but the Headmaster could still be vague at times. Harry wanted
answers, and while Sev and Albus would both be honest he wasn�t sure if Albus
was the right person to speak with. It wasn't really his business if Sirius had
a lover, and Albus wouldn't bring up such a personal thing unless it was
necessary.

Deciding to wait for Severus in his office, it occurred to
Harry he didn't know the password. For that matter, he realized that whenever
he saw Sev open the door, no words were spoken. He would have to ask about
that.ktraktracking, Harry used the fireplace in Hagrid's hut to Floo into Sev's
rooms. Thankfully, Severus had included him in the small list of persons who
could use his private fire in his bedroom.

Sitting at his lover's desk, Harry held a large quill in his
hand. Dried red ink stained the tip of the quill. The same ink Harry wore on
his belly when Sev made wild love to him on that very desk. The thoughts making
him swell in his pants were disrupted as the door opened abruptly, crashed
against the wall with such force it came back around and slammed shut.

"Bad day at the office, dear?" is what Harry meant
to say, but only got out "Bad�" when the 'stupefy' hit him. Harry
flew back, out of Sev's desk chair and hit the wall behind him with a sickening
crack.

Severus had been fuming. He won the argument with Albus, but
was still furious that he'd had to put up such a fight over something that in
his opinion was not up for debate. If Albus insisted upon rehiring Remus Lupin,
than arrangements would have to be made for the full moon. The past spoke for
itself. It was not safe for him to stay at Hogwarts during the change. When he
arrived at his door, the portrait made no comment that anyone had entered, so
when Severus set eyes on someone sitting at his desk, he subdued the intruder
on instinct.

"Ah, hell," he said in defeat, seeing Harry's limp
body slide down the wall. A small trail of blood on the wall marked the path of
his descent to the floor.

Severus healed the split skin on
Harry's head where it connected with the wall before enervating him.
"Enervate," He said, getting no response. Harry didn't appear to have
revived, worrying Severus, but he was soon relieved when Harry made a grab for
his wand. Kiehad had been teaching Harry to wake without moving, giving him the
advantage of surprise should he be held captive.

"It's me, love," said Sev
soothingly as he fought for possession of his wand. "Just me."

"You're a man that knows how to make an entrancv,&qv," groaned Harry
once he'd calmed down. Severus took outmallmall blue vial of pain reliever and
smirked to see Harry already had his hand out waiting for it. "Now I know
never to give you a surprise party."

"Good. Being the center of
attention has never been a good thing for me," commented Severus, and
checked to see if Harry�s eyes were dilated, and whether they were equal.

"That's because it usually
involves the Cruciatus curse." Harry said, thinking about Voldie and his
favorite pastime when singling out his followers.

"That, and birthday
cake," Sev said dryly. Harry laughed, and then groaned. His head was still
too achy to be laughing hard. "Tell me, what are you doing here besides
making a target of yourself?" Severus helped him up off the floor. Harry
sat on the edge of Sev's desk.

"I was dropping in to say
hello to my dear guardian. But when I found my lover shouting at him, I decided
to leave them their privacy and wait here for a few answers."

"So much for privacy, if you
now want answers," said Severus without malice. "I know that you had
feelings for Black. I figured, since you never brought it up in conversation,
Lupin was one of those subjects we left alone."

tyletyle='margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'>"No, that would be one of
those subjects I never knew about. Remus was Sirius' lover?" asked Harry
incredulously. He then stood up and paced the room. "When did Remus take
the job?"

"A week or so ago," said
Sev with a shrug.

"You didn't think to mention
it?" Harry said, getting annoyed.

"One of the reasons I was so
reluctant to get into a relationship with you was my past history. You were
very open with me and offered a lot of personal information. I however, am not
so willing to discus my past. This is not to say that I will never share
information with you, but you must understand how much I appreciate the fact
that you don�t hound me for more details. In return, I too respect the
boundaries that we've set for each other, and don't pry into subjects that you
may find distressing." Severus was looking very severe in his black robes
standing behind his desk. "I won't lie to you and tell you I assumed you
knew. But I avoid discussing Lupin if possible."

"Are you still holding a
grudge because of what happened at the Shrieking Shack?"

"Which time, you're third year,
or my seventh?" he asked snidely.

"Sirius' stupidity shouldn't
be held against Remus," said Harry calmly as he ignored Sev's attitude,
knowing Sev was mad at himself for stupefying him, and would rather stay
annoyed at the other issue than admit he reacted harshly without fully
assessing the situation.

"No, he needn't borrow from
Black where stupidly flowed in abundance. Lupin has enough of his own."
Severus sneered. He knew he was crossing the line but didn't care at the
moment. Though he would most likely leave Black out of the rest of the
conversation as he noted Harry's brows furrowing. "If you think one
incident in my seventh year is the only reason I used to form my opinion of
Lupin, you're mistaken."

"Then enlighten me."
Harry sat back down again across from Sev's desk.

"He willingly puts others at
risk. He knows first hand how difficult it is to live with Lycanthropy, yet he
still doesn't take all the precautions available to him to keep others safe.
Dumbledore insisted on building the shack to house him during the full moon.
They took months to dig a tunnel and then planted the Whomping Willow all for
one student to be able to attend Hogwarts. All of these safety measures and
more, to protect the wolf."

Harry practiced his mask of indifference
as Severus continued to rant. He was getting better at it.

"Leave it to a bunch of
Gryffindors to find a way to make the full moon a fun night out."

"They became animagi to help
out a friend. I think that shows a lot of dedication to go through so much to
make sure one of their own wasn't left alone," said Harry in defense of
his father and friends. "You make
it sound reckless. It took a lot of skill and perseverance to achieve what they
did. Merlin knows how Pettigrew managed it."

your lover was on a topic such as this one. Sev lifted up Harry's chin,
checking his pupils again. He was fine, but Severus did feel bad for stupefying
him and this was his way of showing it. "T wer were a lot of stories about
a small pack of dogs sighted around the school grounds and Hogsmeade
alike."

"You're sure the stories were
about them? My Dad was a buck. You would think people would know the
difference."

"Your father, the fastest,
usually ran in front. By the time most people would notice them, all they got a
glance of was the tail end of two canines running past."

Harry wondered where Peter would
have been in all of this. He cringed at the thought of his father running
through the forest with a rat hanging on to his antlers. It also occurred to
him that Sev spoke with certainty.

"How is it you know so much
about how they did all this?"

"It pays to know what your
enemies are up to," said Severus slyly.

"And?" Harry knew there
had to be more. "If they were off running, even if you had heard the
stories and maybe spotted them one night on the grounds, how would you know
that Prongs usually ran in front?"

"Prongs? It's logical. The
faster animal would take the lead, guiding them away from potential hazards as
the mutts brought up the rear." Severus ignored Harry's glare.

For now Harry gave up on finding
out why Severus knew all this information with such certainty. There were more
important issues going on. "You don't think that after all these years
Remus is more responsible than he was back in school over twenty years
ago?"

"Your not referring to the
night in your third year when he neglected to take his potion and transformed
into the werewolf while chained to your best friend? I believe that was when
the rat scurried away," Severus said sarcastically. "Do you feel the
need to defend him because he was a friend of your parents, or is it something
else?"

Harry had to admit it was Remus'
transformation that prevented them from bringing Pettigrew into the castle that
night, but lots of things went wrong that night including Severus thinking
Black was there to kill him (Harry) so he never really did blame Remus for that
evening. Far too many things went wrong to pin it down to one thing. Why was it
he felt the need to defend Remus now? Harry felt a little guilty for not even
thinking about Remus for years. They had a good Mentor/Student relationship
back in his third year, and he remembered Sirius had bsentsent to live with
Remus, but he'd seen very little of the man since then. "Maybe I should go
talk to him," Harry said, not necessarily directing his comment to
Severus.

"I wouldn't suggest it,"
said Sev seriously. "It was the window of his new classroom you flew
through. His ability to still smell the blood was apparently very upsetting to
him, though I've no idea why. I would not recommend you visit him until your
head is healed and you've had a shower."

"You could use one
yourself," commented Harry seeing some blood on Sev's sleeve and hands.
"You could just spell it off."

"No, there is a staff meeting
later and I must wash this off properly lest I antagonize the wolf."

"I can't believe Sirius never
told me about Remus," said Harry distracted.

"Tomorrow night?" asked
Severus confirming their plans to get together.

"Hm? Oh, yeah I'll see you
tomorrow," Harry said absentmindedly. "I know you�re busy. I'll head
out." Harry leaned over to give Sev a peck on the cheek, but was pulled
into a warm embrace.

"I'm sure Black had his
reasons for not informing you," said Sev as comfortingly as he could be
when he used Black's name in a sentence. He leaned down to meet soft lips for a
slow languid kiss.

A short time laterry rry found
himself walking the corridors of Hogwarts on his way out. He seemed to be in a
daze as his mind was filled with questions about his Godfather having a lover.
It was confusing as these thoughts were hazed over by the feeling of
contentment that washed over him from the warm loving kiss Severus had graced
him with.

Passing through the main doors, Harry nodded to a teacher he
didn't know so well. He thought she might be the Muggle Studies professor from
last term. She smiled at him warmly and continued her conversation with someone
Harry assumed was another professor.

The bright sunshine made him squint his eyes as the doors
closed behind him. On days when Harry wore contact lenses, he noticed the sun
was harder on his eyes than with glasses. Eyes adjusted, Harry strode across
the grounds. He felt very much at home here. He was no longer a student, in
fact that seemed like a world ago now, yet he still felt like he belonged
there. His confident gait slowed when he thought he heard his name called.

"Harry, is that you?" asked a voice from behind
him. Harry had turned to face the person. His stance was guarded, one hand by
his side, the pad of his middle finger grazed over the wand, assuring its
presence.

Remus Lupin stood astounded by the sight of Harry Potter
every bit as tall as he was now. He stood confidently. His dark hair was short
but still managed to look messy. In black jeans and a tee under a wizard robe
worn open, Harry's well-built physique was unmistakable. He knew Sirius had
taught Harry to fight without magic, and that he'd been training for the Order
all summer, but he'd not expected to see the transformation in front of him.

"The last time I saw you, you were a scrawny child
lying in a hospital bed clinging to life."

"I'm better now," said Harry with little emotion.
"Is it true you and Sirius were lovers?"

Remus couldn't hide the surprise the statement caused. He
had been dreading talkio Hao Harry, yet hated that he had put off contacting
him for so long. He'd been at the school for almost a week now. "Perhaps
we should go somewhere where we could talk," said Remus.

The two men walked closer to the lake where they could be on
neutral ground and have a quiet place to talk. Remus gestured to a patch of
grass where Harry remembered hanging out a lot with his friends. Harry
suggested an alternate stop just a few yards further. When Remus raised a
questioning brow, Harry explained hhoichoice.

"Over here is a better view of the castle, where we
would see someone approaching before they could get close."

"What about the fact that you�re now much closer to the
forest and more susceptible from that side?" countered Remus.

"More so by beast than wizards. I would expect you
would hear or smell anything that was near before we were in any danger. We're
upwind here." Explained Harry. Remus was impressed with his logic and
confidence. He removed his outer robe, transfigured it into a blanket and
offered for Harry to join him.

"It seems we are both better dressed these days,"
commented Harry. The robe Remus transfigured was a simple, but nice, soft light
brown robe. His shoes were also decent. They were comfortable looking like a
favorite pair, but a far cry from the worn out, battered shoes Harry remembered
Remus wearing with his tattered, mended robes.

Remus nodded with a week smile. "I was lucky enough to
be on a mission that involved a paying job."

"I hear you're going to be working here again. Sorry
about your window," said Harry and he noted Remus flinched slightly.
"Remus?" he said hesitantly.

"I never expected it," said Remus vaguely.
"The room must have been bathed in your blood. It was right after the full
moon. A few days before and after I change the wolf has a strong pull. The
nature of the beast is strong on those days. I walked into my new classroom and
I felt overcome." Remus was looking very tired.

"Why is it that bothered you so much?" asked
Harry. "I mean the blood, does it always have that effect?"

"Sirius and I were discussing why he'd notd yod you of
our relationship." Remus began, and Harry wondered what this had to do
with his blood. "At first, when things were new we didn't tell anyone we
were together. You know how it is when something's new, you want to make sure
it's going to work out before sharing," Remus said. Harry nodded in
understanding.

"Your Godfather was afraid you might not understand at
first. He didn�t know how you felt about homosexuality. Then when you weren't
doing to well in the relationship department, he didn't think he should mention
it. He was making excuses despite my pushing him to tell you."

"Why? What was the point in not telling me? I would
have been happy for him. He knew I looked up to him," said Harry, the
stress showing in his eyes.

"Yes, you looked u him him, worshiped him at times. You
have to understand Harry, when Sirius escaped from prison he was a shell of the
man he used to be. Never a day we were in Hogwarts went by when Sirius didn't
have a girl, or boy falling over him. With a wink he could have anyone he
wanted. Then after twelve years in Azkaban and the only time others laid eyes
on him he was in dog form, or looked at in disgust as a vagrant. You were young
and bright eyed. He knew you had a crush on him. When he was with you it made
him feel like his old self again, even for a little while." Remus sighed. "It was an old argument
for us."

Harry was reminded of Severus and how he explained to Harry
the difference between harmless flirting and not telling someone you're not
available. He felt bad for Remus. Sirius hadn't acknowledgheirheir relationship
to Harry, thus leading him on in a way. "If I knew�" Harry began, but
was cut off.

"You didn't know. I trusted Sirius so much that it
wasn't an issue. I knew he loved me, but I couldn't give him the feeling one
gets when a young vibrant soul is enthralled with you. Even if we weren't
together, he never would have pursued a relationship with you; he wanted to be
the parental figure. During the days close to the full moon I was starting to
get possessive and started giving him ultimatums. He was going to tell you when
you returned to Hogwarts. He promised he wouldn�t let you be the wedge between
us and he would tell you. Right after that your letters started to change. The
words were the same, but I could sense the strain. We knew something wasn't
right. But then your final letter came. It read more like a will then a call
for help. You wrote how sorry you were for not telling him sooner that you
loved him and if you'd had the chance you would've done things differently. The
letter reeked with blood. He was devastated that his selfishness may have been
the reason you didn't look elsewhere for love and maybe had missed the
chance."

"I was the strain in your relationship, and with my
last letter I took him from you," Harry said desolately.

With a defeated nod Remus closed his eyes for an extended
blink. He couldn�t deny feeling that way when it had happened. The pull of the
wolf had been strong that day and his mate ran off in haste leaving him alone
with a blood stained letter of professed love, never to return again. Sirius'
body had been returned covered with Harry's blood.

"I could blame him for not taking my feelings into
consideration. I could blame myself for always indulging him, making up for his
wasted years in Azkaban. But I could never blame you for having a schoolboy
crush. I was always regretting not having played a bigger part to play in your
life growing up. I can't help what the wolf feels, but don't ever think I
harbor any resentment toward you. I'm sorry I didn't have the strength to be
there for you after he died. Albus gave me a chance to escape and take a
long-term mission and I jumped at the chance."

"I can't imagine what it was like to enter your new
classroom to find it smelling of me."

Remus snorted. "Nothing a few calming droughts couldn�t
handle." He made light, but the experience had been overwhelming since it
had only been two days since the full moon.
"Do you know you smell of blood now?" he asked curiously, and
was grateful it was a week later in the month.

"Oh, a yeah," Harry said touching the back of his
head. "A little accident, it's nothing. Can you usually sense a lot from
people?"

"Yes. I don't usually try. It would be overwhelming at
times. Also it can make people uncomfortable if they know I'm doing it. An
invasion of privacy of sorts," he said with a smile. "It has its
advantages in the field," he added.

"It doesn't hurt as a professor. Can't lie about
sneaking into the kitchens if you smell like creampuffs." Harry laughed.

"Or if you smell like Severus Snape," Remus said
with a wink. Harry stopped laughing. "Albus mentioned you were in a
relationship."

"Funny Albus never saw it fit to mention you and
Sirius," Harry tried not to sound miffed.

"He didn't have to tell me who. You were in hospital
during the last Order meeting when I arrived. I don't ever remember Severus
revealing so much. Don't get me wrong, his mask was firmly in place, but I
could sense the concern radiating from him. Later in the evening as he answered
questions about your training, I could tell how proud he was of you."

"You're not upset that it's Severus?"

"Actually, I think that made it easier in a way. Sirius
would have had kittens," he added with a chuckle. "You don�t know
this, but he was always concerned when he didn't know the boys you spent time
with." Remus looked up to the sky and chuckled once again as he remembered
something from the past. "He threatened Charlie Weasley to stay away from
you," said Remus biting his lip as he smiled, waiting for Harry's
reaction.

"You're kidding?" said Harry torn between amused
and shocked. "I always thought it was Mr. Weasley that made him keep his
distance."

"No, it was one thing for you to have a crush on him,
but Sirius thought Charley was too old for you and didn�t want you to lose your
innocence to someone so much older than yourself."

"By all means, save my virginity for Severus."
Harry kept from slapping his hand over his mouth, but couldn't hthatthat he
hadn�t meant to say that. Remus looked equally shocked, and both stayed silent
for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

When the laughter died, the two men sat in a comfortable
silence. Harry watched as the giant squid reached for his leg with a slimy
tentacle. He reached into his pocket pulling out a hunk of bread and tossed it
into the water. The tentacle reaching for his leg turned and twined around the
bread and disappeared leaving only a ripple in the water.

"Do you often keep food in your pockets?" asked an
amused Remus.

"Only when I come to visit Hagrid. You never know when
you're going to need a peace offering. I had an apple too, but I fed it to the
Pegasus." Harry got up to leave. "I have to be going. I promised the
twins I'd let them brew potions tonight at my place."

"You do live dangerously," Remus said with a
smirk. "It was good to finally talk to you Harry. I wish I'd done it
sooner."

"No regrets, Moony," Harry said startling him. It
was something Sirius used to say.

Remus watched the man Harry had become walk across the
grounds heading home. He couldn't help but think Sirius would be proud of him.
He may be rolling in his grave regarding Snape, but otherwise proud.

"No. No regrets."

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