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Who's My Daddy?	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
A/N: Now, after reading all the obvious ones, be ready and
in for the biggest surprise of your life. No, I�m not going to reveal the real
father yet, just another one of the possible ones, but I�m sure you�d flip over
this. Read on to see what I mean! XD

�

Note:
If any of the flashbacks sound OOC, this is just what I believe is going on in
their heads. I don't think their minds are exactly the same as what they
portray in their faces.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, but I do want to own Severus Snape! Ngee hee hee~!
>:)

�

��
WHO�S MY DADDY?

�� Kiaran Featherworth, the newly
employed Auror of the Ministry of Magic, was in the broomstick shop checking out the numerous brooms
on display. There were a few other customers too inside, but they weren�t really that interested in the brooms. They were
chitchatting with the shop owner about the news that has been spreading all
over the wizarding community ever since it was published in the Daily Prophet.
He stole a glance at the picture on the newspaper the shop owner was holding
and saw Harry Potter sleeping on bed with a crying newborn baby still covered
with a little bit of blood, before a few seconds later a nurse came over to take the baby off his hands
and waving away at the person taking the picture.

�� He
looked away again and pretended to be interested in other brooms in display.
The shop owner was too busy chitchatting and gossiping with the customers about
the case that he didn�t
bother to assist Kiaran in choosing the best broom. He quietly began to think
about how exactly he got here�

-Flashback
begins-

�� Sirius opened his eyes slowly. He
looked around and saw only darkness and felt an edge of coldness. He was
lying down but at the same time he was floating. Floating in the middle of an
abyss. He had no idea what was going on. His mind was a blur
and his whole body was aching like hell, like as if he was being hit by the Crucatius
Curse and his spirit being torn out of his body.

�� As he painfully tried to sit up he
tried to remember where he was and what happened to him. He remembered fighting
with the Death Eaters, then was hit by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange and
thrown backwards into a veil. He remembered was Harry screaming out to him and
was held back by Remus Lupin. He remembered falling and falling and falling,
but not before feeling his body ripped apart like a piece of paper, then
darkness. He suddenly realized that he had fallen into the dreaded Veil, the
place where all lost souls end up if they were unwilling to move on. The place
where eternal darkness and endless sorrows exist for souls that regret ever
dying and wished more than anything else in their pitiful life to be back in
the living. He wasn�t supposed to be here! He wasn�t supposed to be dead! His
time isn�t right! He had to get back! He had to get out of the world of the
Veil before he turned something even worse than a broken soul of a prisoner of
Azkaban!

�� Suddenly, before he had a chance to
figure out where he should get out, a dozen tormented-looking spirits surround
him, moaning and groaning as if in pain. Their eyes look deader than they
should and they were all aiming their hands on Sirius, planning to drag him
further down the world of the Veil to join them in their long eternity of
darkness, sorrow and regret. He then heard voices from outside the Veil. He saw
a young man with strawberry blonde hair talking to someone whom he recognized
as one of Cornelius Fudge�s underdogs. He had to get to them. He had to catch
their attention and ask for their help to get him to Harry or Dumbledore or
anyone else so that he could figure out how to get back to the living. He had
to do something.

�� Without warning, the moaning and
groaning spirits that surrounded him wrapped their arms around him. They were
slowly pulling him lower and lower down to the abyss below. Sirius panicked. He
struggled to break free from their deathly hugs. He cannot let them take him
down. He wasn�t supposed to die! He wasn�t supposed to go before his time!
Harry needed him! Remus needed him! There is so much in the wizarding world he
had to do, so many scores to finish, so much in life he hadn�t experienced!
This wasn�t fair! He had to get out! He had to leave!

�� Unhand me, you dead bastards! He
thought as he struggled. Get your slimy souls off me! I�m not supposed to
be dead! Let go of me! Let go of me!!!

�� All of a sudden, an energy he never
thought existed burst out of his chest. It sent the moaning spirits screaming
and spreading out in every direction. The blow of energy sent him flying out
and ramming into a weird, almost soft wall. When he opened his eyes to figure
out what�s going on, he found himself staring up at Cornelius Fudge�s underdog�s
worried face.

�� Hey, Featherworth. Are you alright?�

�� Featherworth? Who�s Featherworth? He�s
Sirius. Sirius Black. Why was he called �Featherworth�?

�� Featherworth, you look pale. Do you want to see a mediwitch or
something?�

�� Sirius stared at his hands. Those
weren�t his hands. His hands were supposed to be coarse and hard, not smooth
and pale like this. He looked at the clothes he was wearing. It wasn�t the
usual worn black robes and clothes he bought from secondhand shops. It was new,
and had the badge of an Auror. He had a nametag sewn on his robe written
�Kiaran Featherworth�. As he slowly stood up, he realized that he was a head
shorter than Cornelius Fudge�s underdog. He used to be the tallest among all
the wizards he had come across. Now he felt as if he had shrunken down to size.
And to top the weirdness up, his long silky black hair that reached down to his
waist had been reduced to a shoulder-length strawberry blonde. The truth hit
him like a bullet train.

�� He had accidentally possessed the strawberry
blonde Auror!

�� Err�yeah�Yeah, I�m fine,� Sirius
pretended to sound casual. �Just getting a little lightheaded, that�s all.
Hadn�t gotten much sleep after the last mission.�

�� Merlin�s
beard, you got me worried there,� the
underdog sighed in relief. �And I was thinking maybe this new Auror job had
already started taking its toll on you. Are you sure you�re alright?�

�� Yeah,
I�m OK. Just need to freshen up a little,� Sirius
replied, surprised at how easily the words flowed out of his mouth. It�s as if
he had been this Kiaran Featherworth all his life. �So, are we still in for
the drinks?�

�� Of
course. Meet you at Hog Head tonight.�

�� Sirius waved goodbye to the underdog
before rushing as fast as he could to the men�s room. It was a rather surprise
that he could find his way so easily. It was as if the memory of Kiaran
Featherworth merged with his. He remembered being Kiaran, yet at the same time
he remembered being originally Sirius. Once in the men�s room, he stared at the
image reflected on the mirror. He saw a strawberry blonde looking back at him
rather awkwardly. He had a little bit of freckles here and there on his cheeks
just below the eyes and his hair tied back nicely with a red clasp. He had
striking sky-blue eyes and rather petite nose and mouth, almost like a timid
schoolboy usually have. He wore an Auror�s uniform and a wand tucked neatly in
a pocket inside the robe. Overall, he looked average, like some everyday people
who just stepped into the working world of wizardry. He tried to search for
Kiaran�s spirit inside that he had unintentionally overtook. It was there,
barely detectable, dormant within the depths of his heart. Seemed like it had
been knocked out cold and was sleeping as though in hibernation as soon as he
invaded him and his body.

�� Well, I suppose your body will have to do for now,� Sirius sighed. �I�ll leave as soon as I
find some real help, I promise.�

�� After rinsing his face and taking a
few deep breaths, he left the men�s room in search of Albus Dumbledore. He was
the only one he could think of that would surely help him with his situation.
After all, Albus was the most powerful wizard to date in this century. Surely
he can figure out something that would help him with the predicament he�s in.
He also wanted to see his two most favourite people in the world, namely Harry
and Remus. He missed them more than he thought he was.

�� I�m
telling you, Albus, that boy has got to go, saviour or not!�

�� Sirius stopped at his tracks when he heard
Albus�s name being mentioned. He turned and saw Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius
Fudge bickering at each other at an almost lonely corridor. They were speaking
in hushed voices and he couldn�t catch most of it. So, trying his luck, he
crept closer and hid behind the wall that separated him and the two elders and
listened.

�� Be reasonable, Cornelius. We need Harry as much as the world does,� Albus begged. He didn�t look like the jolly
old geezer he used to be in Hogwarts. Much have changed after Sirius�s death.

�� I
can�t see why it had to be him to save the world,� Cornelius huffed haughtily. Same old inconsiderate old man who only
thought of himself. �He�s been breaking every rule in the book of Hogwarts
and seemed to enjoy doing it. When was the last time he actually stayed in
school properly and not starting any worldwide catastrophes? This boy is a
walking danger zone!�

�� But
the prophecy stated clearly that it�s Harry who would be the one to defeat
Voldemort. After all, Harry did defeat
him more than three times, and he is born after July, the seventh month. Who
else but Harry Potter to be the one to destroy him? We need Harry, Cornelius.
The whole wizarding world is at stake here.�

�� I
still don�t see why you have to issue immunity for him,� Cornelius grumbled irritably. �He�s been meeting with�well,
You-Know-Who since the day he was born and doing very well in the aftermath.
What�s immunity going to have any difference on him just because he saw him
again and witnessed another death?�

�� You
have to understand. It�s not just anyone he had seen dead. It�s his godfather,
the person that he loved beyond any other family member. You can�t blame him if
he gets a nervous breakdown over this. You would too if you saw someone you
love die in front of your eyes. He needs the immunity so that he�ll feel comforted
that he won�t be further bothered if he makes even the slightest mistake. A
person�s death is enough of a blow for him. He doesn�t need anymore.�

�� And
what good it did him? Using the Prefect�s private bathroom like it�s nobody�s
business, smuggling midnight snacks from the kitchen, skipping classes whenever
he feels like it, never paying attention in class if he�s there anyway,
skipping Quidditch and cheating every time he�s actually in the game, and not
to mention his excessive flirtatious behaviour among his peers! He�s scaring
away all the male juniors in Hogwarts! And don�t think I don�t know about his
late night escapes to goodness knows where. That is as far as I can tolerate,
Albus!�

�� If
we need his help in destroying Lord Voldemort, we have to keep him happy. We
need to let him know that he�s still the most important asset in the history of
mankind, Cornelius. We have to keep pleasing him if we want him to please the
public. We need him, Cornelius. Unless you can find someone else who matches up
with his traits, feel free to chase him away.�

�� Cornelius glared at Albus for a while before
sighing and said, �You�re making a big mistake, Albus.�

�� Maybe,�
Albus smiled in his usual twinkling way. �Then
again, maybe not.�

�� Sirius was at lost of words. Did his
death affected Harry that bad? So bad that Harry had turned to some sort of
teenage rebel that had to be pleased to be of use to? He felt guilty. He felt
as if it was his fault that Harry started to turn against Hogwarts. It was his
fault he created a monster out of Harry. He wanted to go up to Albus to tell
his tale and fix the situation right but he was called by some Head Auror on a
mission. He didn�t want to go, but he didn�t want to create a scene for himself
just yet, so he had no choice but to abandon his intentions for now.

�� After a whole day of pretending to
be Kiaran Featherworth and having his drinks as promised with Cornelius�
underdog, he decided to walk home. With a bit of memories he had from the real
Kiaran Featherworth, he walked slowly along the road towards where he lived. He
planned to leave the body as soon as he reached home and go search for Albus
the spirit way. It would be much easier that way.

�� He hadn�t walked for more than a
mile when he saw someone leaning on a wall at the distance, humming a tune. He
was wearing a pair of leather pants and a green silk shirt that was unbuttoned
to the middle, exposing his bare chest. His body was going pale with cold but
he didn�t look the least bit shivering. He had a dark red cloth blindfolded
over his eyes and was twitching his head around at the slightest sound he
heard. It didn�t take a genius to figure out that it was Harry Potter. He�d
recognize that unkempt hair and that voice even if he�s a thousand miles away
from him. He remembered the underdog telling him about a male prostitute who
called himself the Blind Lover roaming around the streets of Hogsmeade selling
sex, and that he�s recognizable by the dark red blindfold over his eyes. He
finally figured out where Harry had been sneaking to every night when even
Cornelius Fudge could not. He slowly approached him and held out his hand.

�� Isn�t it too late a time for you to be hanging around here, child?�

�� A
boy has got to keep food on the table now, does he not?� Harry replied him with a Go-away-and-mind-your-own-business tone.
Sirius was rather taken aback. How bitter the voice was. This was not the Harry
he used to know, but a different Harry that lost all interest in the meaning of
life.

�� I can make you forget,� Sirius
offered as he took his cold hand.

�� Only
money can make me forget I�ve ever serviced you.�

�� There
are some things money can�t buy.�

�� With that, he led him to an inn
where he used to hide out and feed on scraps while he was on the run from
Azkaban. He paid for a room on the highest floor and slowly led Harry onto the
bed. He sat him down and began to undress. When Harry started to undo his own
clothes, he stopped him and whispered, �Let me do it for you.�

�� He threw off his Auror robes and set the shirt
and pants aside, leaving only his boxers. He walked over and started
unbuttoning Harry�s silk shirt. As he slowly peeled the buttons off one by one,
he saw scars all over his body. Some were old and some were fresh, but no doubt
painful. Sirius almost flew in a rage seeing the scars on his godson. Curse
Voldemort to cause him so much pain! Curse Voldemort to let him go through this
slutty business just to forget! Curse Voldemort to kill Harry�s parents, his
best friends in the whole wide world! Curse Voldemort to have ever existed in
the first place! Curse him a thousand deaths and more!

�� He reached over and kissed the scars
one by one as he undid Harry�s leather pants and underwear. He suckled on
Harry�s neck and could hear his trembling exhale. He claimed his lips and
fondled with his tongue, doing a sort of dance of smooth passion. Harry kissed
him back hungrily. He could tell he was very experienced with this. It made him
hate Voldemort even more. Sirius guided Harry�s kisses to be less aggressive and
more tender. He broke off a little and gave butterfly pecks on his wanting lips
before kissing him deeply again. He felt Harry�s hands reaching over to undo
his boxers. He allowed him to. As soon as they were both naked, Sirius pushed
him higher up the bed by the armpits and began to lay butterfly kisses on his
cheeks, neck and chest. He skillfully suckled and played with his flat nipples
with his tongue and heard Harry moan with pleasure, digging his nails softly
into his shoulders.

�� Sirius lowered his position towards
Harry�s bellybutton and played tongue games with it, hearing Harry taking sharp
intakes of breath. He silenced him a little by putting his fingers into his
mouth, coating them with his saliva from his wet tongue while massaging�more
like squeezing�his breasts with the other hand. Harry moaned quietly and
suckled at his fingers like a little toddler. Sirius left more lovebites around
the child�s bellybutton and kissed the scars that were there. Finally, he
removed his wet fingers and entered them into Harry while kissing him deeply.
Harry�s cheeks felt warm as blood rushed over that area. The boy was getting
more aroused and pleasured. His small length of manhood hardened, screaming
bloody �Fuck me already�. Sirius smiled silkily as he changed from two fingers
to three.

�� Eager, aren�t you?�

�� Just�please�ah�Fuck
me��

�� Patience
is virtue, child.�

�� Sirius quietly whispered a
lubrication spell on himself. He continued to finger Harry and, while still
massaging and leaving lovebites on Harry�s chest, watched him moan and groan
and clutching the bed sheets tightly. Through his tiny built and pale skin,
Sirius saw that the Harry in front of him was no more. He was no more the Harry
whom he witnessed being born and who tugged his hair playfully like a toy every
time he came to visit. He was no more the Harry that was innocent and na�ve and
have the tendency to get himself into misadventures whether he liked it or not.
He was no more the Harry that cared for his fellow classmates and worry about
the safety of other or panic about the possibilities of failing an exam like
every student in Hogwarts. He was the Harry who didn�t give a damn about life
anymore. He was the Harry who just wanted to live his own life and forget
anything during his past five years in Hogwarts ever happened. He was the Harry
who blamed his fate for whatever he had to go through now and wished he was
dead, if not the obligation that tied him down to the living. He hated to admit
it, but Cornelius was right. Albus wasn�t making any difference issuing
immunity to him. In fact, it was a mistake. It�s not helping Harry. It�s
killing him.

�� Please�please�I
want you�in me��

�� Sirius broke from his thoughts as he heard
Harry begging. He saw wet patches on Harry�s blindfold where his eyes should be
and realized he was crying. Sirius� heart was overwhelmed with pity and
sadness. He knew Harry started selling sex not because of the money�he has
enough to ensure a non-working life�but because he wanted those feel good
orgasm to make him forget his ill-fated purpose in life, but he didn�t know
that he was so desperate to forget. Since he had promised him, who was he to
deny him?

�� Alright,
child. Are you ready?�

�� Yes��

�� Slowly, he entered him. Harry gasped
in ecstasy at the feeling of him inside. Sirius smiled and whispered �Relax and I�ll do what I promised. I�ll
make you forget� before slowly pulling in
and out, thrusting at a steady rhythm. He continued to kiss him lightly here
and there and comfort him with kind words. He allowed Harry to caress his back,
stroke his hair, kiss his chest, and practically let him do whatever he wants
with his body. He even allowed Harry to say �I love you�. He saw the wet patches on Harry�s
blindfold getting bigger and more tears trickle down his cheeks when he said
those words. He knew he had longed to say those words to someone he truly loved
yet have not found, or probably would never find, and letting him say that made
him feel so good and complete.

�� Please�faster�deeper��

�� Getting
to it, child.�

�� Sirius picked up the pace and
plunged deeper into Harry. He knew he needed it, and that�s what he�s going to
get, just as he promised. As he felt he had hit something, he could tell from
Harry�s high tone of moan that he had hit the sweet spot.

�� Want
me to do it again, child?�

�� Yes�Yes,
please��

�� So he did. He skillfully thrust deeper,
aiming for the sweet spot again and again. Harry moaned and groaned higher and
higher and fisted his strawberry blonde hair with both hands. Sirius could tell
that he was resisting the urge to pull his hair out of his scalp. He quickly
planted a deep kiss in his lips to pacify him. He could taste the saltiness of
his tears that got into the corner of his mouth and more was coming. He quickly
wiped the incoming tears away with his arms and kissed his forehead, saying
that it�s alright to cry and that he was going to be alright. He continued to
kiss him as he aimed again for the sweet spot. He reached down and pumped
Harry�s already hardened warm cock aligned with his thrusts. Harry�s pleasure
had been driven by his sweetness to the far edge of reason. He let out a
strangled scream of ecstasy as he came all over Sirius� abdomen, but not after
Sirius let his seed flow into Harry with a loud and long moan of release.

�� Are
you alright, child?� Sirius asked as he
slowly lay beside Harry who was sobbing like a little child all curled up in a
fetal position.

�� I�m�I�m
alright�It�s just that�� Harry couldn�t
continue his words. His sobs got so bad he couldn�t stop.

�� Just let it all out, child,� Sirius
whispered, taking Harry in his arms. �I�m right here with you.�

�� Harry almost immediately hugged him like his
life depended on it and wailed. Sirius stroke his hair and rocked him to and
fro, whispering to him comfortingly. In about half an hour�s time, Harry cried
himself to sleep in his arms. He waited for a while before removing himself
from him. He magically cleaned himself and Harry and got dressed, then left a
bag of Sickles on the dressing table. He pulled the covers over Harry�s naked
body and planted a kiss on his forehead, saying, �Goodnight, child. I�m
sure your life is going to change for the better.�

�� Sirius quickly left the inn and went
straight back to where Kiaran Featherworth lived. He lay on the bed, making
himself look as if he dropped off to sleep as soon as he got home, before
willing himself out of his host�s body. He took one last look at the out cold
Kiaran, then made his way through the window and out into the darkness,
thinking, Well, where to next?

-Flashback
ends-

�� Sirius-Kiaran
(A/N: We�ll call him that while Sirius is borrowing Kiaran�s body) finally
found the perfect broom he needed to get for the Boy Who Lived. It�s a long
black broom with silver long wire rings intertwining with the fine birch wood.
On the handle of the broom engraved the words in white gold reading
�Silverflash 4500�. It was the latest craze in broomsticks and Sirius-Kiaran
wanted to get the best for Harry Potter.

�� He
had heard the news about the birth of Harry�s baby boy long before he planned
to borrow this body and buy that broom. He was in spirit form back at the
Ministry of Magic to check out on his host to see if there were any side
effects of him possessing his body. So far, so good. Kiaran Featherworth
thought he had too much to drink, which made him forgot anything that had
happened during the time he was possessed, but it did leave the young Auror
slightly pale and thin and his hair a little duller. He didn�t know why but he
somehow couldn�t go anywhere far for too long from the Ministry of Magic. It
must be because his spirit sort of had an attachment towards the place due to
the fact that he actually died there. Guess trying to go to Hogwarts to search
for Albus Dumbledore without the feeling of being dragged back to the Ministry
of Magic was definitely out of the question. He could barely even contain the
nausea after he came out of Kiaran�s body after his one night stand with Harry.
It seemed as if he needed the body to allow him to leave the Ministry building
as long as he wanted. Only when he was fully inside was he able to feel better.
He wanted to borrow the young Auror�s body again so that he could quickly get
to Albus for help, but he was afraid that another possession might make Kiaran
sicker. He had been roaming around the building ever since, avoiding people
from seeing him and checking out everything inside he never had the chance to
when he was alive. He had so much fun living in and getting accustomed with the
building that slowly he began to forget why he wanted to see Albus for, and
even failed to realize Harry�s disappearance after his batch�s graduation.

�� That�s
when one day, while he was roaming in and out of the walls of the corridor,
taking care that no one saw him, he saw Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley
coming out of Ron�s office, rushing off as if wanting to leave the building for
some joyous party. Ron looked a little distracted but not too much to ignore
Hermione�s babble about the Daily Prophet saying that Harry Potter was found in
St. Mungo just giving birth to a baby boy. Suddenly, the memory of his one
night stand with Harry began shooting back into Sirius� head like a shot from a
bullet. Worries began to flood in of his infidelity even when he promised Remus
his faithfulness even in death, and also of his act of pedophile on young
Harry. He began to remember why he escaped from the Veil for. He had to do
something. He had to figure out a way to get back to the living and make it up
to Harry and Remus if the inevitable connection between him and Harry�s son
happens.

�� He
had no choice but to possess Kiaran Featherworth�s body once again.

�� He
was in luck. Kiaran was reading the Daily Prophet while walking through the
entrance of the building. Sirius took a deep breath and quickly rammed himself
into Kiaran�s body. This time, the possession was a little easier. Within 5
seconds, he was Kiaran Featherworth a.k.a. Sirius-Kiaran and he was seen
bolting out of the entrance towards the nearest broomstick shop before tagging
along behind the crowd of visitors consisting of Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin
(a feeling of guilt and love washed through his heart for a moment there),
Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape (he growled
inwardly at the sight of him). All of them gathered at the entrance of St. Mungo
and were going in. Sirius-Kiaran blended in with the group.

�� Hello,
dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please,� Dumbledore said
when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big bear
hug.

�� I'm
just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward.�

�� Yet
everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window
with its curtains blowing in the wind.

A/N: Surprised? Shocked? Flipped out of your gourd? Didn�t
think it would be Sirius now, did you? I didn�t think so! Nga ha ha ha ha~!!
How can this be possible, you ask, when Sirius is already dead? You�ll know
soon enough! You have to read to find out the rest! Reviews plz!
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