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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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Harry got confirmation. James now knows part of what’s bothering Harry. Will there be more smut this chapter or story? No clue, just read and find out.
Here the Chapter Starts
Grimmauld Place could be a blessing in disguise, if that disguise was years of neglected dust and grim coating everything along with a muttering house elf that hates everyone but a portrait. Harry often felt like needing a tetanus shot just from walking through the door, then again when he is roped into cleaning random rooms.
Sirius had ran from this house when he was still in school. When he was able to, he moved into his own home, dragging Remus with him since the werewolf tends to have financial difficulty because no one wants to hire a werewolf. And try as he might to hide it, he’s always found out. But due to no one living in this house except for Kreacher the elderly house elf, it fell into a state of decay.
For some reason beyond the teen’s understanding, the Order decided that it was perfect for Headquarters. Sirius donated it to Dumbledore, who decided that Grimmauld Place should become the place for meetings with the Order. This may be because of the various charms on it that keep it hidden from magical and mundane. It is still a foolish idea because anyone that is part of the Black family, which a majority are under Voldemort’s command, can still get into it or know where it is.
Regardless of location, however, the members are always the same. Dumbledore as the head of the Order with various others, including his guardians, some of his professors, and even some of his friends’ parents. The one thing that annoyed him the most, though, was that while they’re discussing a war that he is, apparently, prophesized to end, he still isn't allowed in the meetings.
James was the one to put a stop to that when he dragged the teen into the room and made him take a seat, soon planting himself in the chair next to him. Lily tried talking him out of it, playing the concerned mother that doesn’t want her child exposed to war, but James put a stop to that as well by pointing out that Harry has dealt with more in his school years than they have since before Voldemort’s first defeat.
It’s time Harry joins in.
This, of course, caused Ron and Hermione to get upset since they were not allowed in. Molly and Arthur are the deciding factors for Ron and Hermione was just shooed out because she has no legal magical guardian to allow such a decision. Dumbledore was obviously displeased by Harry being there.
"James, I understand that you believe Harry should be a part of this, but he is still a child," the Headmaster tried to persuade.
"Harry is seventeen years old, meaning he’s legal under our laws," James shot back. "I’m tired of leaving him in the dark when his life is in danger every year he’s at school. Even if Voldemort isn’t involved, someone is a threat to him. I’ve had it. He needs to be a part of this and hear for himself or I simply tell him everything when the meetings are done."
"War is not something to discuss lightly, my boy, and I worry that Harry might not take it as seriously as he should," the elderly man pointed out.
"With all due respect, Headmaster," Harry cut in, annoyance coloring his voice. "I’ve apparently been a part of the war since a prophecy was made about me. Voldemort attacked our home trying to kill me when I wasn’t even two years old. And every year since I started school, I have been put in danger because of him. The Sorcerer’s Stone. The Chamber of Secrets. Bloody hell, even Umbridge from the Ministry when she was trying to shut me up about Voldemort even being back!"
"I understand that, Harry, but I believe that you should be able to enjoy your final year at school instead of worrying about a war," Dumbledore tried once more.
"I haven’t been able to enjoy any of my school years!" Harry exclaimed angrily.
James reached out and pressed a hand to the teen’s chest when he was about to lunge to his feet, gently pushing him back down onto the chair. "He has a point, Albus," James continued. "Every year, Lily and I would get letters from Harry and from you telling us that he was in danger yet again. He was lucky Remus was there when Peter broke into the school and tried kidnapping him. Those dementors alone damn near killed my son! Now, Harry has always been a major player in the war and it is time we stopped leaving him out. He needs to be prepared for when Voldemort comes for him."
"Agreed," Sirius threw in with a nod. "The pup is old enough now, he can handle it. He’s made of tougher stuff than we are, I swear."
"I can’t believe I’m saying this, but James and Sirius are right," Remus added with a wave of his hand, usually the more reasonable one of the trio and tends to try and talk them out of their united decisions. "Harry has survived more encounters with Voldemort than the rest of us thrown together, outside of you, Albus, of course. If he can handle himself well enough while he’s still in school, then he can handle joining in the meetings."
"But he’s not a member of the Order," Lily argued. "And I will not have him as one! He’s too young!"
"We were recruited right out of school, Lily," James pointed out. "Harry’s old enough now, as well as mature enough."
"I’m afraid I have to agree with Lily on this one," Molly Weasley stated, shaking her head at James. "Harry is still a child. He still goes to school, and that should be where he should focus. On his studies! Not on a madman that-"
"Is always after his head?" Sirius finished playfully, resting his cheek onto his palm. "Constantly trying to kill him? Torment him? Pick one. I got more."
"As much as it pains me to say such, I agree with Potter," Snape said, startling everyone at the table.
"Inform the Prophet!" Sirius declared, earning a swift kick under the table from Remus. "Ow! Moony!"
"During his school years, Potter has had no peace and his studies hardly suffered for it, he still managed to keep his grades high enough to pass," Severus continued. "Despite his adventures of chasing shadows and monsters, he does manage to focus on his schooling as well as staying alive. If anyone does deserve to attend these meetings where we exchange important information to keep ourselves alive, then it would be him."
"Severus!" Lily scolded. "He’s just a child!"
"A child that the Dark Lord wants dead and will stop at nothing to make him that way," the Potion Master informed firmly. "I am honestly surprised that he has not received any special training prior to his schooling."
"I do not wish to place the fate of our world on Harry’s shoulders when he still has much to learn and experience," Dumbledore stated, hoping to silence the argument. "I am well aware of the danger Harry is consistently put through every year, but I stand by-"
"Harry is my son and thus I am his Family Head," James cut in harshly, glaring at Dumbledore. "Though I can make this decision and render anything you say moot, even though I believe he should be a part of this, Harry should decide. He’s legally an adult now, despite going into his final year at school."
Harry blinked up at the man in surprise. He was adamant about Harry joining in the meeting, now he’s letting him decide for himself. Differing members were talking at once, either encouraging him to join in or trying to convince him that he shouldn’t have to. The only ones that were quiet were James, Severus, and Dumbledore. His eyes squeezed shut as his hands suddenly flew to his ears.
"Enough!!" James shouted as he slammed his hand onto the table, causing everyone to jump and close their mouths. "It is his decision, not any of yours." Under the table, his foot slid over and bumped against Harry’s, offering silent comfort and support for any decision he makes.
Swallowing, Harry lowered his hands and slowly rose to his feet. "I’d rather not have the headache if this is the result every time I want to sit in," he announced, turning around and leaving the room. "If I have to face Voldemort without knowing anything, then I will! Even if most of you neglecting me important information is the cause of my death!"
Those that supported him joining the meeting called out for him, except for James. He offered support for whatever Harry decides and he won’t change the teen’s mind. Harry can join when he wants to. Maybe after his parting words are fully processed, the rest of the Order will be more willing. He just wants Harry to be prepared for anything so that he stays alive.
Harry started up the steps before hearing the familiar muttering of the house elf. Looking up, he spotted Kreacher on the upper floor in front of the covered portrait of Walburga Black. Inhaling deeply, he trotted up the stairs softly until he was at the top, then cleared his throat to catch Kreacher’s attention. The house elf turned to him and bowed politely, still muttering insults under his breath.
"Kreacher," Harry called softly. "I received some information that tells me I need to ask you for help."
"Of course Kreacher will help young heir Potter," the elf replied then turned his head away. "Nasty little half-blood that he is."
Shaking his head, he pulled the letter out of his pocket, thanking himself for grabbing it last minute before coming to this house. "I received this letter," he explained. "It’s from Regulus Black." Kreacher looked up at him sharply, eyes wide. "He wrote to me, probably before I was even born, to tell me that you can help me. I need the locket, Kreacher."
"No, no!" Kreacher denied, tucking his ears down. "Master Regulus’ locket is to be kept safe. Told Kreacher not to let anyone destroy it. Hide it away and keep it safe!"
"I don’t want to destroy it, Kreacher," Harry reassured gently. "But I do need to return it to Voldemort so that he can get better."
A gently voice spoke, causing both Harry and Kreacher to turn o the covered portrait. "Let me see the child, Kreacher," Lady Black ordered.
With a nod, Kreacher pulled back the curtains. Instead of her usual screeching, she looked at Harry with observant eyes. For a moment, she was silent before looking down to the house elf. "He is a Black, Kreacher," she told him. "He is Regulus’ child."
"How can you tell?" Harry asked lightly, his head tilting.
"I was his mother," Walburga pointed out. "I have seen him grow from babe to adult. You have features of his, alongside another. I recognize those features as well." She sighed gently. "I am glad to see he finally had a child. He had wanted one for so long. I just wish that my first time meeting you was him showing you off as a baby cradled in his arms."
"I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to say to that," Harry told her with sincerity. "I just learned everything a short while ago and it still hasn’t been properly sorted in my mind. Everything I thought I knew is just… lies."
"Worry not, I understand," she said softly. "I would suggest speaking with my niece, Narcissa. Bellatrix, I am afraid, is too far gone to have a stable conversation. Do you know Narcissa?"
"She’s the mother of one of my schoolmates," he replied with a small nod. "She’s Lady Malfoy, married to Lord Lucius Malfoy. I don’t know how I can speak with her. Our families aren’t on the best of terms."
"You are my grandchild. You are a Black. If she has taken a good enough look at you already, then she already knows. If you wish to speak with her, she will accept you."
Nodding, he politely bowed to the portrait. "Thank you, Lady Black. I have to go, so may we speak again at a later date?"
She smiled in return and tilted her head down to him. "I would like that." Watching the teen walk down the hall, the portrait looked down to the watchful House Elf. "Get the locket for him."
Here is a line!
It wouldn’t be the first time he walked in on the twins. It would, however, be the first time walking in on them with Charlie thrown into the mix.
"Bloody hell!" the older Weasley brother exclaimed. "I swear, Harry, this is not what it looks like!"
"So you’re not currently humping Fred like you’re rabbits in heat?" he asked in mock innocence, blinking wide eyes at the trio of redheads, two of which were laughing. Charlie glared at them in disbelief.
"What’s up, Harry?" George asked, ignoring the fact that all he had on him was a collar with a short leash and that he’s covered in hickeys. Fred was in the process of calming Charlie down enough to listen when he says that Harry doesn’t care and won’t tell anyone.
"Just wanted to thank you for the gifts," Harry chirped with a smile. "Daddy loved them."
"Good, glad to help you out with your sex life," Fred stated as Charlie rolled off him, the older staring at the scene in front of him with bewilderment. "What about those other things we got you?"
"Haven’t tried the outfit yet, I wanted to ease him into that realm of kink," the raven informed as he climbed onto the bed. Seeing the smirks on the twins, he told then sternly, "No. I’m not joining in."
"Such a shame, eh, Georgie?" Fred asked, looking down at his twin.
"Indeed, Freddie," George agreed with a nod. "Now, is that really all?"
"Or is there something else you need?" the other twin inquired mischievously.
"I need to get out of here for a while," Harry told them. "But no one can know that I’m gone. It’s important."
The twins looked to each other then nodded in unison. "Done!"
"We’ll tell them you needed a break from everyone for a bit," Fred said with a shrug.
"Maybe that you are taking a nap," George added.
"Possibly even taking a short walk and will be back in a while if anyone presses for your location."
"Shall we tell your Daddy where you’re going?"
"No, I’ll tell him something later," Harry denied then turned to the third Weasley. "Charlie, breathe. I’d be a hypocrite if I said anything. Relax already. I just need to know if I can trust you not to say anything about me leaving for a while."
"Yeah, sure," Charlie answered with a sharp nod of his head.
"Thanks, all of you. Have fun! Use protection!"
"Have you?" the twins asked.
"Nope, and that’s why I’m pregnant!" he announced happily, earning wide gins and laughs from the twins while Charlie looked at him in confusion. "Bye!" He darted from the room with a laugh, closing the door behind him before running down the hall to the stairs. Panting softly, he listened to see if the meeting was ongoing. It was, and it sounded like it would go on for a while. As quietly as possible, he walked down the steps then to the door. With a deep inhale, he opened the door and stepped outside.
Here is a line!
The Leaky Cauldron, while a usual spot for people to gather, did offer privacy. Harry had sent a letter to Lady Malfoy for a meeting in one of the rooms and hoped that Hedwig is as fast as he prides her being. He can only hope that she will meet with him and that no one has noticed that he left Grimmauld Place yet.
A soft knock on the door alerted him to the presence in the hall, causing him to jump up from his chair and rush to the door, swiftly opening it to reveal the regal woman waiting outside. "Lady Malfoy," he greeted with a bow. "Thank you for meeting with me."
"Of course," she returned as he wordlessly invited her inside. She went over to the table by the window, closing the curtains before taking her seat. Harry closed the door then took the chair across from her. "I find myself curious as to why our world’s Chosen One would request a meeting with one such as myself."
Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Harry drew out the letter then handed it to the woman. She took it from his hand and started reading over it, her face not revealing anything. Once done, she folded the long letter then placed it on the table. "I see," she said softly. "I thought the first time I saw you that you resembled both Tom and Regulus, no matter what anyone said."
"I thought he hated being called Tom," Harry said curiously.
"Normally, yes, more so now than he used to," Narcissa replied. "But as his closest friends, we were once allowed to call him by his birth name. We also know his blood, what he had gone through when he was a child. What drove him to his original goals. Now, though, he is much different. Even if you do as Regulus told you to, I fear it may not be enough."
"I destroyed the diary when I was twelve," he admitted, lowering his head. "Is it because of that?"
"When he and Regulus were together, he already tore that half of his soul from him," she explained gently. "He was still of his own mind. It is that, should he return to his original state, or close to it, it is the realization of what he has done that may break him. Especially when he realizes that he was the one who killed his love."
"Why?" the teen asked. "Why did he kill Regulus? Why has he been trying to kill me? If I am his son, then why?!"
"He has never tried to kill you, even when it seemed like it," she pointed out calmly. "When he went to the home of the Potters that night many years ago, it was to retrieve you. Even though his mind was mostly gone, he still knew that you are his child, his only child. None of us know what happened that night, only that our Lord was destroyed and many claim you did it. Those of the inner circle knew exactly who you were and why he went to that house, but none of us ever found out what happened.
"Since then, he had been trying to come back, occasionally by using you. But he believed that you were already brainwashed into choosing Dumbledore and his people over him and ours. He has been trying to get you back, even though his methods were…unorthodox. As for the ritual, it was simpler to use the blood of his child to recreate his body, a baseline of sorts for himself. If he truly wished to kill you, he would have. He sent you near the cup because he knew it would take you back. An excuse not to kill you for those that do not know the truth. He could have said it there with everyone present, but he feared that some of them may jump to action before he could."
"So why didn’t he just tell me that he’s my father?"
"Would you have believed him?"
Harry sighed then shook his head. "No, probably not." Rubbing the back of his head, he leaned forward onto the table. "Are you able to contact him?"
"Yes," she answered, folding her hands on her lap.
"Then would you do me a favor, Lady Malfoy? I need to make sure he knows something important. As well as a potential favor."
She nodded in return. "Very well. I will pass it along for you, my cousin."
Here is a line!
His hands were bound to the bedposts, legs held open as James teased him. Punishment, he says. Torture is what Harry would call it. He would constantly bring him to the brink only to cease his acts. The cock ring he managed to get from the twins was not helping matters, leaving his penis hard and aching with no chance of release.
"You know what you did was wrong, right?" James asked him lowly, keeping his voice down to not alert others of what they were doing. "Sneaking out like that. You had me worried, baby boy."
"I’m sorry, Daddy," he whimpered, twisting his hips and pushing down onto the invasive rod James was using on him. He had to have gotten that from the twins, too, since he’s pretty sure he didn’t bring theirs along. "I had business I needed to tend to. I won’t sneak out again. Promise!"
"Getting those terror twins to try and hide you was a bad idea, too," James continued, pulling the rod out and tapping it against Harry’s thigh. "Were you planning on leaving when you declined joining the meeting?"
"A little," the teen whined as the tip of the rod, still hot from being inside him, traced random patterns on his skin. "I wasn’t sure if I would or wouldn’t."
"I really wish you would tell me these things so I wouldn’t worry," the older male sighed heavily, swatting at Harry's legs. The raven yelped in surprise, a slight sting left behind with a red mark. "I kept thinking about what could have happened if Voldemort got a hold of you." Another swat and yelp. "I need to be sure you learn your lesson."
"I learned it, Daddy," Harry told him, rubbing against the other. "I won’t leave without telling you anymore."
Humming, James shook his head. "I think you need a really good punishment for your misbehavior," he said, flipping the teen over onto his stomach then pulling him across his lap. "Let’s see… I think ten should suffice."
"Ten?" Harry repeated before feeling the sharp sting of James’ hand on his bare buttocks. He squeaked at the assault that was soon followed by a second then a third. Again and again, James struck his behind. The force pushed him upwards only a little, but it was enough for his fully erect cock to rub against his lover’s leg. It twitched at each swat, throbbing painfully. His arms tugged against his binding, wanting to curl up or grab hold of something.
The tenth spank was soon delivered, but Harry was still squirming on James’ lap, trying to find release that was denied to him. The hand that was delivering such stinging pleasure was rubbing at his burning skin, soothing the sting away.
"Have you learned your lesson now?" James taunted him, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to bruise his pale skin.
"Yes, Daddy," Harry replied, panting as drool dripped from the corner of his lips. "I learned my lesson. I promise I won’t leave without telling you where I’m going ever again."
"Good," the man cooed, moving out from under Harry’s body to between his legs, pushing them apart before sliding the tip of his penis up and down the crack of the teen’s ass. "You look really delicious when you’re all tied up. I just want to devour you."
"Please, Daddy, take the ring off," the teen begged, rolling his hips into the mattress. "It hurts. Please take it off."
Shrugging slightly, James reached under the teen and firmly grasped the aching cock. Harry whined and moaned as he gave it a few strokes, the last taking the ring off before the hand fully pulled back. The result was almost instant, his climax bursting from his tip as he moaned into the pillow.
James stared down at the suddenly lax form, his own member still hard and leaking. He knew that if he penetrated now, then he would have his orgasm too quickly while Harry would only make it to half-hard. Even though he is a bit more sensitive right now due to the pregnancy, it would take the teen a little while to recover enough to become fully erect. Especially after a withheld release that strong.
Laying down on top of the younger male without applying his full body weight, he started rubbing against him, his rolling hips sliding his member between the soft mounds. Harry lifted his hips, pushing up into him as he increased his speed slowly. Soft moans slipped out past pink lips as the teen rolled his shoulders back and turned his head to make eye contact, smirking up at him with a quick lick of his lips.
As he expected, the stimulation finished him off quickly, his cock spraying white across Harry’s ass and lower back as he bit back a groan. Sated, he relaxed against the smaller body, nuzzling into the raven’s neck and planting soft kisses. "Don’t scare me like that again," he said.
"I won’t," the teen promised, reaching up and petting his hair.
"Just let me ask something real quick," James sighed as he pushed himself up to his elbows. "Whatever it was that you were doing, does it have to do with what you told me the other day?"
"About…oh… yeah," Harry answered with a soft sigh. "It’s still really complicated. I don’t want to talk about it right now."
"Do you still think I would hate you if you tell me?"
"Please, Daddy. You said I can tell you when I’m ready. And I’m not. I just need a bit more time to come to terms with it."
Nodding into the raven’s neck, he huffed, "At least we’re not having an incest baby. That’s one less thing to worry about."
Harry giggled. "Even if you were my real father, I would still want your baby."
James hummed lowly into the pale skin. "Harry, I’m burning with curiosity here. Can’t you give me a hint of sorts?"
"No!" the teen chirped with a smirk.
"Just one," the man pleaded, rolling onto his side and bringing Harry with him, his arms wrapping around the teen’s waist and hugging him tightly. "Small one, big one. Doesn’t matter. Just one."
"Fine, but only if I get to tell you the rest without you pressuring me," he answered, swatting the arms holding him.
"Deal. Tell."
"So impatient," Harry muttered, twisting around in James’ embrace and pressing against his chest. "Sirius is my uncle."
"Of course he is, he’s always been your uncle," James pointed out in confusion.
"No, I mean, he’s my uncle," Harry repeated slowly. "My real uncle."
James blinked for a moment, taking the words in carefully. Sirius only had one sibling that he can recall, and that was his younger brother, Regulus. It still didn’t make much sense to him, though. Regulus was a sub wizard, so that should mean he is Harry’s mother. But Lily was the one who carried and gave birth to Harry. He knows that for a fact, he was there the whole time and outside the delivery room. He held Harry as a baby, not quite cleaned up yet from being pushing into the world.
Most sub wizards have difficulty producing children with women because of their bodies already being made for housing new life, not for planting it. Their sperm counts are lower and swims slower, making a sub father a near impossibility. So Regulus being Harry’s real father made no sense. Unless there was something else that Harry wasn’t telling him.
"Are you really Lily’s son?" he asked lowly.
"We made a deal," Harry reminded coyly.
James sighed, "I guess we did."
Here the Chapter Ends
James is getting closer and closer. Slowly figuring things out. Now will he investigate on his own as to who Harry’s real parents are? Or will he just wait for Harry to tell him everything? And what about Lily? What am I planning for her?
Keep reading and soon find out! ^^ Yes, I’m evil.
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