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In Lust	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/James Views: 103495 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Onward to the chapter! Here things get revealed. What kind of things? You’ll have to continue reading my smut story to find out.
Here the Chapter Starts
When he woke the following morning, the first thing he saw was the positive pregnancy test on his bedside table, left out in the open so that he could see it as soon as he woke. He didn’t fight back the grin that overtook his face. He could not wait to tell James the great news.
He blinked upon spotting an envelope under the vial, curious about it until he remembered finding it the night before. James is already gone by now, more than likely, and Lily is either out or being lazy somewhere in the manor. Either way, she doesn’t know he’s awake yet, so he still gets a few minutes of peace.
Sitting up enough for the blanket to slide down to his waist, he leaned against his headrest before reaching over to pick the envelope up. Looking it over, he previous assessment of it was the same as his current. Only his name and the Gringotts logo. Shrugging with a hum, he ripped open the envelope and pulled out the papers within.
About five sheets of parchment were folded inside it, the first a letter for Gringotts. It was basic information, telling him that he is now legally an adult and is able to access all his family vaults, that he’s entitled to all property in his family’s name, and will be able to take his father’s place in important matters should James be unable to.
The other four sheets were a long letter. The first line drew his attention immediately, grasping his mind and refusing to relinquish it’s hold.
‘To my precious baby.’
Precious baby? What is this? He took a deep breath and read on, determined to understand just what this letter was about to tell him.
'To my precious baby.
'If you are receiving this, then I don’t know you. And you don’t know me. The reason for that to be is because I am dead. I wish for this letter to never have to be sent out, but I told the goblins to send it to you when you turn seventeen if you were not under your father’s guardianship. I don’t know if you are a boy or a girl. I don’t know what you look like. I don’t know what you love or what you hate. I don’t even know what your name is. Thinking about these facts make my heart hurt as I write them, but I take comfort in knowing that, should you read these words, you are alive.
'But this letter must be sent to you. If you do not already know, I am your mother. My name is Regulus Black, son of Orion and Walburga Black, younger brother to Sirius Black. For you to understand, I suppose I should start at the beginning.
'My family, as well as various other Pureblood lines, have creature blood in them. The blood in us is thin enough that we will not turn into the creature, but we will still have the instincts. We are Shadow Veela. While we do not require mates, we do seek them in those we find to be the perfect one.
'I was young when the Dark Lord came into power. My family, various branches of it, were not the foolish and insane lot that so many make them out to be. At first, they wanted nothing to do with him. But then they heard his words, his ideas. People flocked to him, many Pureblood lines and even some Muggleborn and Half-Bloods. My older brother, refusing to follow with the rest of our family, deserted us and became friends with a family of Light.
'When I was old enough to join the Death Eaters, I worked hard to be noticed, to be someone my family would be proud of. Then I saw him for the first time, up close. And I fell in love. He eluded power and dominance, spoke pure silver and showed intelligence unlike any I have ever seen. He was one of the most handsome men I ever laid eyes upon. He was my perfect one. I had to have him.
'So many would scramble for his attention, but he paid them no mind beyond reports of their missions. How was I to stand a chance of attracting him with no allure like other purer Veela? I just had to show him that I was worth noticing. In the end, I had won. He noticed me.
'My parents were ecstatic that I managed to attract his attention, wanting to clamor for more power. As for myself, I was just glad to have him. He was everything to me. I loved him, and he soon loved me, too. We were happy. When I discovered the baby we were to have, I could hardly contain my excitement. I told him and he showered me with more love than I thought possible, glowed with pride and told his closest friends.
'But then I lost the baby. Five weeks into the pregnancy and I miscarried. The Healers told us that male pregnancies can be harder at times, that I should not be put under any stress. We could try again for another. We did. I rested more, did less. And I still lost it in the first month.
'Time and again until I cried upon hearing of me carrying a child. He didn’t know what to do for me. I am able to conceive, but my body is hostile. It attacked anything that was foreign, including my own children. We tried various methods, even potions to settle my body’s reactions. The first time, I got halfway through my third month before losing the baby. The second time, the potion was a little stronger and I got sick, still losing my baby.
'I feared he would cast me aside, realizing that I am useless to him. I cannot bare him the heir he deserves. I am nothing more than a worthless whore meant to please him. He heard my cries and my fears. And he did not leave me. He did not throw me away. He held me and promised that we will one day have a child of our own, no matter what.
'He researched almost every day in various libraries, looking for a solution. When he found one, he created a raid to draw out a perfect target. And he did.
'A Muggleborn woman. She was healthy and married, so no one would think it too odd that she would be pregnant. Though she was married to a lord, one of Dumbledore’s supporters, he thought she would be the perfect candidate. I did not like her when I saw her. I knew she would not go through with the pregnancy if she knew. I told him my worries. He told me that everything will be fine and taken into account.
'We created one more child. As soon as the conception was confirmed, we transferred it from my womb to hers. I was awake while she was asleep, not knowing what we were doing. Her body took it, nurtured it as though it were her own. It worked. Spells were put into place so that she could not do anything to force a miscarry. If the baby did not survive, then it would be of natural causes.
'But the Order of the Phoenix broke in and took her away within weeks. I saw my brother and he cursed me, refusing to listen to anything I tried to tell him. I saw the woman carrying my and my love’s child be taken away before I was soon taken from our base.
'It was shortly after that when things started changing for us. While I still loved your father, I saw him changing before my eyes. He was slowly losing his handsome appearance, his silver tongue, and his intelligent mind. His goals slipped from his grasp, soon being nothing more than killing and conquering the wizarding world. He eventually became a stranger to me. I never found out why he changed so much.
'I do know what he did to change. He tried making himself immortal by tearing off half his soul and placing it into objects. But each time he did it, he cut off half of the soul that he was carrying within him. He was literally losing more of himself. And I was losing him. He no longer listened. He no longer loved.
'Your father was not a bad man. He became the monster that Dumbledore claimed he always was. That man was the reason for my love to lose himself. He never wanted to kill all Muggles and Muggleborn. He wanted to keep our worlds separate while Dumbledore wanted them to meet. The old fool couldn’t see that it would only end with war and death if he did such.
'All your father wanted was to keep us separate. To help Muggleborn children born into households that would abuse them. He wanted to keep track of them, sending agents to the homes to explain to the parents about their child while they’re still young, monitor for how their parents would treat them. If the parents are abusive, then the child would be taken away and place with a Pureblood family that will take care of them, the parents Obliviated. If they were still loved, then facilities could be made for the Muggleborn to learn about our world before starting school. He wanted to purge the ridiculous notions that most Muggleborn children came into our world believing in because of their fiction. He was just trying to make everyone safer, our world better for all races.
'Then he fell. He became an evil man with no conscience. As I write this letter to you, I am about to start my journey of returning him to who he once was. I aim to find an old family heirloom of his, a locket he hid away under various protective spells. With him in his current state, he may not react well. I may not survive. But so long as you are alive and well, I will die with no regrets in my heart.
'I am sure by now that you want the name of your father. I am unsure if I made it obvious or not, so I will tell you. His birth name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. When he rose into power and started losing his mind, he gained a new name: Voldemort. But I promise you, if he were in his right mind, he would love you just as much as I do now. As you read this, though, I do not know his stability.
'You can help him, though. I know what items he used to store the pieces of his soul. Should I fail, you can gather them and help him return to who he once was. Do not destroy the items for that would destroy him. Without his soul, he will die. But if you gather the items and convince him to take his soul shards back, to repair himself, he will return.
'The items are a locket of Salazar Slytherin’s family, his ancestor. I aim to collect this one first for it houses a large piece. He may listen better if he had it back. You can ask Kreacher, if he’s still around, about the locket. I plan on giving it to him if things go wrong. Another item is Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem, hidden somewhere in Hogwarts. A third is Helga Hufflepuff’s cup, he gave it to my cousin Bellatrix for safekeeping. There is also the Gaunt Family ring, though I do not know its location. He placed a shard inside his serpent, Nagini, who he always keeps at his side. The last one that I know of is a diary he had when he was in school. As far as I am aware, it holds half of his original soul. Getting that back for him would bring him far from the insanity he is lost in. Lucius Malfoy was entrusted with it.
'Remember, return the items to him. Do not destroy them. I promise, if you can bring him back, everything will be better.
'I do not know you, but I do love you. You are my baby, the most precious person to my heart. I hope you live a good long life. I hope you fall in love with a good partner that will appreciate you. I hope you have many children without the complications I faced.
'With all my heart, your mother. Regulus Black'
Harry lowered the letters to his lap, eyes still trained on the pages as his fingers clenched, arms shaking. "Daddy’s going to hate me now," he whispered to himself, choking back sobs.
Here is a line!
James knew something was wrong the moment he slipped into Harry’s room around noon. The teen was curled up on the bed, knees to his chest, with tearstains on his puffy cheeks and red in his eyes. Green eyes glanced to him before hands quickly started wiping the tracks away. Some papers were scattered around him, though he couldn’t tell what they said from the doorway.
"Hey, you okay, baby boy?" he asked softly, stepping into the room.
Harry started gathering the papers, folding them and tucking them away into the envelope they came in. "Yeah, I’m fine," he lied.
"Don’t do that," James told him, sitting on the bed as the teen stuffed the envelope into his drawer. James knew that drawer rather well, having tried to get into it before in search of lube once only to get shocked. "I can see you’re upset about something. Come on. Tell your Daddy what’s wrong."
The raven shook his head. "Nothing’s wrong," he stated firmly. "I’m just…overwhelmed."
"About what?"
There it was. A bright smile on the teenager’s face as he reached over and grabbed a vial from the table. His curled fingers blocked what was inside form his sight, but he was giddily bouncing on his feet as he handed it over. Slowly, his fingers uncurled, revealing a vial full of a bright yellow potion. James quirked an eyebrow, wondering just what he was looking at.
"It’s positive," Harry explained, earning a blink from the older. "We’re going to have a baby, Daddy. I’m pregnant."
Pregnant. James’ world just paused without warning. The potion in his son’s hand looked larger than it actually is, proof that Harry was telling the truth. A pregnancy test potion, bright yellow instead of the dreaded dark red of negativity. Slowly, he reached out and took the potion from the teen’s palm, bringing it closer to his face to inspect it. He could feel that it is real. He could see the bright color taking over his vision.
It’s true. His baby boy is pregnant. With his baby.
Soft pressure around his crotch caused him to jump and look down, seeing Harry was mouthing at the slight bulge between his thighs. Giggling, Harry looked up at him with a cheeky grin, asking, "Is Daddy getting hard because I’m pregnant?" He mouthed at his slacks again, taking the zipper between his teeth and pulling it down. The zipper split, showing his white boxers underneath that were straining to hold back his half-hard cock.
"This is real, right?" James demanded, grasping Harry’s chin and forcing him to look up. "This isn’t some joke you’re pulling, is it? It’s real! Right?"
"Of course it’s real!" Harry growled at him, pushing him back hard enough that he was laying on his back and quickly straddled by the teenager. "Daddy fucked me so much, spilled so much cum inside me. Now I’m carrying Daddy’s baby. Isn’t this what you wanted? I thought you were trying to get me pregnant." Well, he wanted to get pregnant and James only went along because his mind was easy to play with concerning the matter.
"It just seems so sudden," James defended as Harry unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops of his slacks and tossing it to the side. "I know we’ve been trying for a baby, but that wasn’t exactly what I was expecting when I got home today. When did you find out?"
"Last night," the raven replied as he tugged down the man’s clothing to free his stiffening dick. Licking his lips, Harry lowered to the member and started licking the sides with the tip of his tongue. "I sent you to bed then checked the potion I used for testing yesterday. And it’s positive. We’re having a baby, Daddy." He kissed the cock in front of his face, sucking on the heated skin hard before moving to the other side of it for the same treatment. "Aren’t you happy?"
James placed a hand on Harry’s cheek, thumb gently rubbing the soft skin. "When the shock of realizing I got my son pregnant wears off, I will be," he reassured. Harry smirked, turning his head and taking the thumb into his mouth. His tongue lapped at it inside the wet cavern, sliding out to lick further down the digit. "I can’t wait until you start showing. You will be the most beautiful pregnant person ever."
Pulling back so that the thumb popped out of his mouth, the teen stared down at him with a hard stare. "Did you say that to Lily when she was pregnant with me?" he asked harshly.
"She was actually not that good looking when she was carrying you," James stated. "If anything, she was snappy and rude and just unbearable."
Chuckling with a smirk, Harry crawled up his body, his nude form straddling his waist. "I’ll try to be different," he promised, pecking a quick kiss to James’ lips. "I can’t guarantee I won’t be strange, but I’ll try not to upset you." Another quick kiss before he suddenly giggled and hopped off the bed, leaving James hard and confused. "I got a fun present yesterday!"
"If this is a distraction method, it’s partially working," the man pointed out. "Harry, tell me why you were crying when I came in here."
"I wasn’t crying…" the teen protested as he ducked down to pull something out from under the bed.
"Try again."
Harry sighed, placing the tan box next to him. "Daddy, you love me, right?"
"Of course I do," James replied, sitting up to stare at the younger with worried confusion. "Why would you think otherwise?"
"What if I was… another man’s son?" he continued hesitantly.
"Face it, Harry, that may make our situation a bit better," the older male chuckled softly, offering a small reassuring smile to the teenager. "Especially since we’re having a baby."
"Well then, what if my ‘real’ father was… someone you hated?" Harry pressed, kneeling on the bed in front of James.
"Like Severus?"
"You dislike him, not hate him. And I mean really, really, really hate him."
"There’s very few people that I hate that much."
"Daddy!"
James reached over and tugged the teenager to him, causing Harry to fall into his lap. "I love you, Harry, no matter what. My son, Snape’s son, bloody hell, even if you were Voldemort’s son." Harry tensed, but it went unnoticed. "I love you and only you. You are all that matters to me."
Harry blinked, looking up to the man. "Just me?"
He chuckled softly. "Well, you and the baby, obviously."
Smirking, the teen’s brow quirked. "What about Lily? She is your wife, after all."
"What about her?" James scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "She’s just… not the same anymore. Or maybe, she is. And that’s what bothers me right now."
"Then maybe we should take your mind off it all," Harry chirped, pulling a blindfold from the box and holding it in front of James’. "Trust me?"
"Mind if I ask what all is in there and who gave it to you?" the man asked with a quirked brow.
"Tell me where Lily is first. Then I’ll tell."
"Out having tea with Lady Longbottom and Auror Tonks. It’s wedding talk, so she’ll be gone for a while." He smirked, pulling Harry to his chest. "Your turn."
"The contents are a surprise," Harry whispered as though sharing a conspiracy. "Fred and George gave it to me. Now, do you really want to find out what all they put in here for us?"
"Wait, someone knows about us?" James demanded, eyes narrowing at the teen. Either someone knows the full extent or just believe Harry is sexually active. He hoped for the latter since the former promised a backlash at some point.
"They’re not going to say anything," the raven reassured. "They not only have sex with each other when bored, but their big brother Charlie is fucking them, too."
Letting out a heavy sigh, James flopped backwards onto the bed, arm over his eyes. "Alright, I guess. What all is in the box?"
"This first," Harry said, pulling the arm off James’ face only to replace it with the blindfold, completely covering the hazel eyes. "I hear that when you lose one sense, the others are… amplified. Shall we test that?"
He wasn’t given a chance to answer before lips were pressing against his own, a hand roaming his chest under his shirt. Lips parted to allow tongues to mingle, his shoving into the teen’s mouth to taste the sweet cavern. His cock started twitching back to life, having gone soft during their talk. Harry giggled against him, the hand trailing down to grasp the shaft and pump it twice with a firm grip.
Then he was gone, pulling back sharply. James could hear him digging into a box, feel the weight of him sitting on his stomach. Harry let out a soft hum before something cold was pressed against his growing erection. The cold was a shock to him, but an exciting one that caused him to buck his hips. His hands reached down to grasp Harry’s arms, but the teen pulled his arms up and tied something around his wrist.
"Easy, Daddy, we just started," Harry giggled, continuing to push the arms up until they were at his bedposts, using his magic to tie a knot out of the fabric on each wrist. "Let’s see here… Excites your dominant partner at a touch. Guaranteed to promise quick stiffening. Recommend blindfolding for better results. Also usable on your submissive partner for a more kinky penetration." The teen huffed gently before pressing the cold object to his penis again. "Does it excite you, Daddy?"
"I don’t know why, but yes," James admitted, tugging his arms to find them securely restrained. "What is that?"
"Later. For now, though… This may hurt a little bit."
Before he could ask what Harry meant, he felt a sharp sting. Something was pushed into the slit of his penis, thin enough to not cause too much pain, but large enough that it had to be forced in.
"Calm down," Harry cooed, petting his hair. "It is supposed to dissolve fast."
"Tell me what that is," James ordered through gritted teeth.
Harry chuckled, pecking his lips. "It helps you keep your cock hard for a few hours, ready to fuck however long you can manage," he answered. "Your dick is going to be so hard, Daddy. And it’ll stay hard until you can’t fuck my ass anymore. Doesn’t that sound like fun?" The teen sat up, looking over the bound man he was straddling. Arms stretched up and tied to his bedposts and a blindfold over his face. Still too many clothes, but they can get rid of those in a little bit.
Looking over to the box, he turned around on James’ stomach and reached over to it, pushing aside the icy rod to investigate more of the items. There were typical items, such as flavored whipped cream also designed to make whatever area it was applied to more sensitive and a lubricant that stimulated for a faster climax. There were also butterbeer flavor condoms that offered no protection from pregnancy, but read that it was mainly to be used for partners where either the dom is tricked into impregnating or the sub is impregnated without knowing. That was cheating, in Harry’s opinion, but they probably use it themselves so thought he may need it, too.
Various packs of pills were scattered in the box as well. One was what he used on James. Another was for him to swallow to make his body more sensitive all over. Another would be for James, one designed to make his sperm repopulate his testicles until they were blue unless he came often enough to keep up with it. The note on that one said it helped the dom release a larger load. The final pill was for Harry, increasing his fertility for higher chances of pregnancy. He doesn’t need either right now, but maybe later on when they try for another baby after this one.
One hand stroking his father’s hard member, Harry reached into the box and took the first pill for himself. It seemed to work quickly after swallowing. Within a minute, he could feel the heat from the cock in his hand as every inch of texture on the skin, every strand of hair brushing against his hand when it got to close to the pubic hair. His body started heating up, making him pant softly to try and cool off.
Reaching over, he grabbed the lubricant next, withdrawing the stroking hand to squirt a fair amount onto his palm.
"Why’d you stop?" James asked him, pulling on his restraint again.
"You’ll see," Harry replied with a singsong tone. Spreading the lubricant over his hands, it was already causing his skin to tingle, he smiled coyly down to the man. "Ready for this one, Daddy?"
"Let me have it."
With the lubricant on both hands, he grabbed the thick cock with one while using the other to prep himself. James groaned as the lube coated hand rubbed at his glans then slowly massaged down to the base, gripping tightly as it rose back to the tip then tugged. Harry licked his lips, watching a bead of precum emerge from the slit. He bent down and licked it up, earning another buck of the man’s hips.
"Fuck, my dick’s on fire!" James groaned deeply as Harry continued to firmly stroke the member. "Feels so good, baby boy. But I really want you. How long do you plan on teasing me?"
"Well," Harry drawled, licking at the tip again as he continued stretching his hole. "I guess we’re both ready by now."
His hand released the cock as his other hand pulled away from his own ass. Twisting back around, he placed his hands on the man‘s chest as he arranged himself comfortably. He bit back a moan when he felt the throbbing organ between his cheeks.
"Put it in," James demanded, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. "I know you want it just as bad as I do."
"I want it really bad, Daddy," Harry moaned, rubbing his ass up and down the hard penis before finally reaching down and guiding the tip to his entrance. "Does Daddy really want to fuck me when he’s already gotten me pregnant?"
"Yes," James replied sharply. "I want to fuck you so bad, Harry. I want to be deep in you right now and empty my balls into your gorgeous ass. Untie Daddy so that he can fuck you properly, baby boy. Let Daddy go."
Giggling, Harry reached up and undid the knots holding his lover’s hands back. James’s reaction was almost instant. Not even pulling the blindfold from his eyes, he grabbed Harry by his waist and flipped them over, trapping Harry under his body and shoving his erect dick into the tight heat he was craving.
The teen yelled out in pleasure, hands clawing at James’ shoulders as he was slammed into, his legs held wide open. James reached up and yanked the blindfold off, eyes blinking to adjust to seeing light again before he lowered and started nipping and sucking on Harry’s neck. His pace was quick and without rhythm, hips jerking back then snapping forth.
Each time he pushing into the teen under him, the smaller body was pushed up. He had to pull him back down to him then, deciding that it would be a better idea to hold him in place, gripped at the pale hips with a near bruising hold. Harry wrapped his arms around James’ shoulders, pressing himself against the man and licking at the shell of his ear, occasionally nibbling at the lobe. James groaned into his neck, his own nips become sharper.
Whatever the twins used to make the lubricant did great work. He could feel every inch of the cock easily sliding in and out of his body, his insides burning with heat. Almost every nerve was on fire, pleasure building up in him and ready to burst at any moment.
"Daddy, I’m so close," he panted, grasping at James’ messy hair. "My body is burning. I can’t hold it in much longer! I’m going to cum!"
"Then cum for Daddy, baby boy," James encouraged, taking Harry’s lips into a deep kiss. He sucked on the teen’s bottom lip then his tongue when it came out. Groaning deeply, one of his hands left its place on thin hips, digging into raven hair and pulling, forcing Harry to tilt his head back as he made the kiss deeper.
Unable to say much with his father consuming his mouth, all Harry could do was whine and moan, his body jerking harshly as his orgasm shook him. His penis released his load onto James’ shirt, staining the fabric with his seed. His body, overly sensitive now, clamped down on James’ cock still ramming into him. With a deep groan into the teen’s mouth, James reached his peak, his hips jerking forth as he spilled into the teenager.
Their mouths separating but staying close enough for their breath to mingle, Harry smirked up at the man. "Who do you love more, Daddy?"
"That’s a stupid question," James told him before delivering a short but deep kiss. "Daddy loves his baby boy more. No matter what."
Harry’s head rolled to the side as he giggled excitedly. "You’re still really hard. Why not prove how much you love me, Daddy?"
James chuckled in return. "Remind me to thank those twins later."
Here the Chapter Ends
Story then sex. Story… then sex. Trying to tell myself this and I managed to fit in one sex scene. Oh freaking well!
So I know someone that reviewed said something about it being cruel for Harry to be Sev’s son instead of James and no one but Lily knows. This, I think, is a lot more fun than that. Now the question is where Harry will go from here. See in the next chapter! Maybe. It may be a sex chapter. I don’t know yet.
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