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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: They still don't belong to me.

Warning: This is still slash. Very much so.

Dedication: This is for everyone who left kind wishes along with their reviews. Thank you so much, it really brightened my day.

Author's Note: Well, I must say I'm a little bit peeved. It seems someone found my last author's note to be 'self pitying'. I didn't think it was in the least. I *always* add in my notes situations surrounding my life at the time of writing. If I've had a bad day, a good day, if something interesting happens...because often times it reflects on the story. If my work is less then what it should be, I like you to know why. And I, personally, like to know a little bit about the author's works that I read. I try and do the same for all others. The cha chapter of this was short, and a bit choppy, and in my opinion not what it could have been. So I explained. I did not give details as to what happened, I did not go into a ten paragraph explanation of *why* I was tired, or in a horrid mood. Perhaps I'm ranting now, but I've ranted before and no one complained. You don't have to read the author's notes! Anyway, I went back and read my note, and I did not think it to be self pitying at all. It was a bit bitter, yes, but I've had far more bitter author's notes.

In closing, if this chapter seems a bit violent, or angry, or just more loud then the others, you know why.

Uncle Remus
Chapter Five

He has been staring at me for nearly an hour. Though I shouldn't say staring. His eyes will flick to me over the top of his book, rest a few moments, then return to reading. Better to say he has been studying me. I'm almost afraid to wonder as to why. What has so suddenly caught his interest? It can hardly be my attentions to him. I have curbed my licentious thoughts, and treat him with no feeling other then that of the affectionate uncle he sees me as. But he keeps lifting his eyes to me, studying me as a hawk does it's prey.

I feel naked under that intense gaze. Exposed and vulnerable. It is as though he is staring right through me, peeling me apart, unraveling me. Quite frankly it terrifies me. No fifteen year old should have a gaze that weighty, that piercing. That arousing.

There are those thoughts again. Those dirty thoughts. I cannot keep them at bay, it seems. They slink along the darkened corners of my mind, whispering and taunting, before leaping out and assaulting me. They catch me by surprise, and my fantasies are already have done before I can stop them. How many times have I had him, in my mind? How many times have I felt myself inside of him, have I teased and stroked him to the heights of pleasure?

They are beyond measure.

It was torture, waking up with him in my arms. I wanted nothing more then to roll him over, capture his lips with mine, slip my leg between his thighs...

Why? Why am a slave to my impure thoughts? I wish to banish them. But he does not make it very easy. I watch him, discreetly. He places a bookmark between the pages he is on, and sets the book aside. And then he stretches.

It is a feline movement. He raises his arms above his head before arching his back, tilting his head. The smooth line his arm and torso makes brings a quiver to my lips. I want to trace it. I can see a narrow strip of white flesh where his shirt has risen up with his movement. He is like water.

"Everything okay, Uncle Remus?" He drops, limp yet limber, into the chair, a stray lock of coal black hair falling over his eyes. He dashes it away, and I wish I were allowed the liberty of doing it for him.

"Yes Harry, I was just lost in thought." I will never admit to what I was thinking about. He is not mine to touch like that.

"Yeah..." Harry nods. "I know what that's like. We've all had a lot to think about."

"Don't worry about things too much." I frown. My position on Harry's involvement in the war is well known. I feel he does too much, is expected too much of. He is only a boy.

"Oh, not just that stuff." He waves his hand, as if it is nothing.

"Oh?" I frown again, concerned. He is at that age when life becomes very confusing. If there is something bothering him...I will do what I can, to ease his mind. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"I dunno." Harry looks down, and a slight flush tints his cheeks. "Maybe..." I nod. Yes, Harry's at that age where he's discovered the opposite sex. And that is something confusing in deed. Now I half hope he doesn't speak to me about it. Those are things that I should not be counseling him in.

"You there is nothing you can't bring to me." I remind him gently. And it is true. I would never condemn him for anything he felt or thought.

"I know. It's just sort of..." He sighs, and his lips curve up in a sheepish smile. "I'm just really confused right now, that's all."

"Well," I say, folding my hands. "You're at a rather confusing stage in life. And not simply because you're Harry Potter. Your life would still be confusing, were you raised any differently."

"Oh, I know." He rakes that stubborn bit of hair out of his face again. "Um...were you...um...confused, when you were my age?" His eyes are pleading and hopeful. He is begging me for assurance.

"More so then you could ever imagine." I smile softly. At his age I had not only discovered girls, but other boys as well. I find both enticing, though the latter significantly more so.

"Really?" It is as though this admission has come as a great surprise to him. I nod, still smiling, and suddenly his face falls. The gleam in his eye has gone out, and his mouth is a slack line. "I don't think you know...um...how confused I really am."

"I may." I say carefully. I feel as though we are both stepping out onto very thin ice. One foot misplaced, and everything is over. We must tread very carefully, very carefully indeed.

"Well...um...what were you confused about?" Harry sucks in his lower lip, eyes wide behind his glasses.

"Various things." I run my hand through my own hair, choosing my words very carefully. "I know I was experiencing thoughts and...and feelings I hadn't previously."

"Like...um..." Harry pauses, and the flush that was tinting his cheeks is now staining them. "Sex?" He squeaks the word, almost flinching back when he's said it.

"Yes." I must handle this like an adult. Like an adult who does not wish to tarnish the young man who is coming to him for help. "Sexual thoughts did dominate my mind at that point. I believe they dominate every young man's mind, from maturity on."

"But...um...that's not really confusing, is it?"

"Not on it's own." I shake my head, agreeing with him. "But sometimes we have thoughts that make us wonder. It could be in what we find sexually stimulating, in whom attracts our interest, or even what we think about..." I trail off. I have no desire whatsoever to bring self gratification into this conversation. I must try and keep this as calm and impersonal as possible.

"That's sort of it." Harry says. He seems more comfortable at least. "Are you sure you don't mind talking to me about this?"

"Not at all." I shake my head. "I am, for all intents and purposes, the sole father figure in your life. I want to help you in any way I can, Harry."

"Thanks, Uncle Remus." Harry smiles, and it is genuine. "So...I don't know. I mean, I've thought about girls for a while. Like that. Since like...third year. And that's all I thought about. And it's all normal, and stuff, so don't worry about it."

"That's good to hear." I nod.

"But...see, all of a sudden...um..." He takes a deep breath. "Uncle Remus, I...I don't know. I think I might like other guys, too."

"Ah." I cannot exactly put into words how I feel at hearing this. Something inside of me seizes up, as though someone has just grabbed my heart and squeezed it tightly. My breath dies in my throat, frozen. Lead is dropped into the pit of my stomach, and my throat constricts.

"Um...I shouldn't have said anything." I see the panic and confusion in Harry's eyes. I can smell it. He must think I am disgusted by him. He moves to get up, moving like a frightened animal. I long to reassure him, to do something, but I am still locked in the throes of confusion. "I'm sorry. I'll just...I'll..." He sounds awful I lurch to my feet even as he slides off of the chair.

"No!" I hold out my hands to stop him. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "It's all right. Please, sit back down."

He licks his lips, watching me guardedly. He sits back down, slowly. He is ready to leave at the drop of a hat.

"I'm sorry. You caught me off guard, that's all." I sit back down, comfortably. My fantasies have grown tenfold now.

"I mean, I don't know if I do or not!" Harry says quickly. "I've just...um...been thinking about it."

"That's perfectly natural." I force myself to remain steady and calm. He cannot know anything is out of place. "Many of us experience these sorts of feelings, regardless of sexual orientation. Is there any particular reason you've begun thinking like this?"

Harry is very, very quiet for a long minute. Gone is his hesitance, his indecision. He is studying me, intently. Hs is thinking. I can see it in his eyes. He searches my face, and all I can hope is that he sees nothing more then acceptance and polite attention.

"Yes." He says suddenly, slowly. He is still thinking. It is as if there is something he doesn't want to tell me.

"Well, I wouldn't worry about it too much. Regardless of what your preference is, it makes no difference."

"What are you?"

The question is so innocent, so casual, I nearly answer without thinking. I chuckle, and I can only hope it isn't nervous. "Oh, that doesn't really matter." I say, smiling wanly.

"Oh." Harry nods, disappointed. My own sexuality is not something I want to admit to, not with what he saw still hanging between us.

"Of course," I continue, hoping to placate him. "I am a werewolf, so my own sexual feelings would be of no help to you or your situation."

"Oh yeah." He nods, light dawning in his eyes. "I never even thought of that. How...um...how does that work?"

"Oh." I sigh, again taken aback. "How exactly do you mean?" I'm not entirely sure what he's asking.

"Well...do you only like other werewolves?"

"No." I shake my head. "I find humans quite attractive. I've never met another werewolf, so I don't know if I find them attractive or not."

"Really?" Harry actually looks interested. "So...what about having kids and stuff?"

"Oh." I smile sadly. This is an easy question to answer. "Werewolves aren't allowed to reproduce. Lycanthropy is genetic. Any child, regardless of whether the woman is another lycanthrope or a human, the child will be a werewolf. Lycanthropy is a dominant gene."

"So you can never have a family?" Harry sounds sad, and he looks at me with wide eyes.

"No." I shake my head sadly. "But that's something I came to terms with and accepted a very long time ago." I smile, reaching my hand out to him in a paternal gesture. "Besides. I have all the family I need now."

Harry takes my hand and squeezes it hard. He slips off of his chair, and scrambles into my lap, hugging me tightly. What was a touching, tender moment has transcended into something else. He has escalated it. A moment ago I thought of him as nothing more then James' son, nearly my own flesh and blood. Now he is the underage object of my lustful thoughts. He presses his head against my neck, and I shudder. I cannot take much more of this.

"Harry..." half sigh, half moan. He does nothing, pressing his young body tightly against mine. Much longer, and I will not be able to hide the reaction I am sure to have. I lift my hands to push him away, only to find him sliding bonelessly off of me. But not before he presses his lips against the skin of my neck in a hurried kiss...

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Oh...poor Remus...what is Harry doing?
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