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Harry just came home from Hogwarts, his sixth year behind
him. He sighs as he looks around the
table, watching Ron and Hermione spar as usual.
Ginny is teasing her twin brothers while Mr. Weasley was trying to get
Remus to join in a conversation about cars again. Sirius, his godfather, is just watching like
him when he catches Harry�s eye and grins happily. He rolls his eyes at the slowness of the
evening, but seems to like it as well. Harry
chuckles and nearly flings food at his godfather if not for his father�s
glare. His own father�Prongs, a
prankster himself�telling him not to do something. He sets down his fork and gets up, taking his
dish with him into the kitchen.

Sirius glares at James.
�That was uncalled for,� he says quietly as nobody else seems to notice
what just happened.

�I didn�t want a food fight happening,� James says to Sirius. �Neither would Lils, Siri.�

�You�re just tense on what you have to do next,� Sirius says with a sigh. �This is why I didn�t have children, James.�

�You were the smart one, Siri. Or maybe it just floated off of Remus onto
you,� James quips.

�You know, I wouldn�t be surprised if he didn�t,� Sirius
says with a grin and then sighs.
�Tonight is a good a night as any.�

�Right back from school?� James asks. �Don�t you remember how hard the sixth year
was? Even my father was nice enough to
wait for a few weeks before he did me.�

�It might be better not to wait,� Remus says quietly to James. �If you don�t tonight, you�ll just keep on
putting it off James. You�re one for
procrastination.�

�What if he doesn�t want it?� James asks quietly of his two friends. �Even more, why are we discussing this here?�

Remus and Sirius shrug together, and then pick up their
plates to go into the kitchen. James
does the same and waits for his answer.
�Well�James, there is no right way to go about it,� Sirius says
quietly. �I didn�t want it either but it
happened. Then I came to live with
you. Not that it was the only reason,�
he says quickly as he looks at James� now pale face, �but it was the deciding
factor. However, Harry might like
it. I know he fancies some boy at school
but he won�t name the boy.�

�For all we know, it might be a Slytherin,� James says and
does not look happy at that. �Sirius�I
mean�if he doesn�t want it��

�If you do not do it, it means that you consider Harry not your real heir!�
Remus says. �Do you really want to do that with him?�

�No�� James admits quietly.
�But Remus��

�But nothing James,� Remus says quietly.
�It has to be done. At least you
only have one son��

�Such a good point,� Sirius says. �Now
go take yours Prongs and go have fun with your boy. And if you�re good, we might give you fun
afterwards.�

�Padfoot!� Remus says with a disapproving look. �What would Lily think? He�s a married man.�

James grins widely. �Lily knows about
our prior relations and is okay if it goes on.
She has her own circle of friends she goes to. So�it�s pretty open.�

�Nice,� Sirius says. �Far less work than
being love linked to a wolf.�

�It�s not my fault�� Remus says quietly.

�I know!� Sirius says as he hugs the Remus. �So go James.
Before we drag you into something that would take all
of your time.�

James grins and goes off to find Harry, who was sulking in his room. James stood in the doorway, looking over his
son. �It�s amazing how much he looks
like me,� he thought as he slowly draws his eyes over the boy. It would be hard to do this�perhaps the only
thing to help would be to watch his eyes.
�Lily�s eyes,� he thought with a groan as everybody had been telling
him. And Harry for that matter, yet
helpful in the long run. He sighs as he
looks over the room, seeing the messy bed sheets that he could possibly use as
a tie in case this went wrong. He clears
his throat at the same time he knocks on the doorframe. �Harry,� he says quietly.

Harry looks up at his father, his eyes full of defiance. He tries to relax about his father being in
the room but being non-verbally revoked about trying to have fun with his
godfather. �You want to have a talk with
me in person? It would have only been
between Sirius and I, nobody else would have gotten hurt or food on
themselves!�

�Harry, I didn�t want it to happen. End
of story,� James says. �It doesn�t
matter what you and Sirius would have kept it to yourselves. Your mother would have had a fit no matter
what happened. It was for your
benefit�and next time when Sirius is over and Lily isn�t about, the two of you
can have a proper food fight and I�ll clean it up afterwards.�

Harry brightens up a little as his father says that. �thank you!� He says
as he moves over and hugs his father tightly.

James grins and hugs his son back.
�There is something I need to talk to you about,� he says and walks
Harry into his room, closing the door behind them. �You should go sit down on your bed.�

Harry moves over and sits down, a worry starting to grow in his stomach. Did he do so badly this semester he wouldn�t
be allowed back? He did try his best,
but with Snape in charge of Defense and the Prince�s book�it was hard enough to
keep everything straight. Or did his
father already know he had an idea that he probably was not going back to
school to fight Voldemort? Father said
something, what was it? �I�m sorry, what
did you say?�

James was waiting for that, but it looked like Harry wasn�t even listening to
him. �Try listening this time,� he says
gently. �You are near the coming of
age. Around this time, sons are
initiated truly into the family line as the heir. The act of becoming heir is not one waving
wands or potions brewing. It comes with
one simple act�a father and son enjoying themselves with each other.�

Harry blinks. �So�in order to become
heir�you have to shag me?! But you�re my
father!!!�

�I know,� James says quietly. �But
Harry, it has to be done. My father did
it to me, and my father�s father did it to him.
It is wizard tradition for all of the oldest wizarding families.�

�What happens if I just refuse?� Harry asks as he tries to
look about for a way out.

�It is still done, Harry. It only
happens if I refuse�and if I do, it means you are seen as not my true heir or
my true son,� James whispers. �This has
to be done.�

�No it does not!� Harry yells. �Expelliarmus!�

James stops it with an unvoiced shield spell. �Harry, do not make this worse.� Harry glares and rushes up from the bed to
tackle his father. James sighs as the
bed sheets come alive and tie Harry to the bed, his front side up. James mutters another spell and Harry�s
clothes disappear. �I do believe that
the decree of underage wizardy will over look that again because you were using
it to try and defend yourself.� He could
not help but look over his son�s body.
Harry grew up well�the years of Quidditch had help his son develop
strong muscles. Perhaps this would feel
like when he masturbated? He really
could only wait and see. James makes his
clothing disappear as well as he slowly ran a finger down Harry�s chest.

�Father�don�t,� Harry pleaded
quietly. �Please don�t. You know this is wrong.�

James did not hear his son�s pleads as one finger became his entire hand. He ran his hand down Harry�s body, resting on
his left inner thigh. He grins as his
own clothing disappears, kneeling above his son as he captures Harry�s lips in
a fierce and demanding kiss. His other
hand move to Harry�s other thigh as he touches his cock with Harry�s. He gasps softly as he breaks the kiss to
slowly kiss down his son�s neck.

Harry tenses as he feels his father�s lips moving, trying to pull himself out of this.
He was sleeping at the table.
This is just a nightmare�a peppermint pumpkin nightmare. He knew he shouldn�t have eaten something his
godfather made. Yet this�it couldn�t be
happening. It couldn�t. Yet he nearly wanted to respond. This is his father! He could, couldn�t, go through with
this. �Father, please stop. Please please stop. You�re my father for fuck�s sake!�

�Fuck is exactly what we will be doing if you can find it in you to be quiet,�
James snarls at Harry. �Or you can be
loud. Nobody will hear us and even if
they did, it would be explained.
Hermione might interfere but Lily can deal with her. Ron understands and is probably very glad it
is over and done with. As will everyone
else. What you cannot do is get out of
it so try and have some fun.� He licks
his fingers and shoves them into Harry�s anus.

Harry tenses as he feels that happening but then there was a
wonderful sensation. �Dear lords, is
that lube?!� His mind screams as he feels his father�s fingers probe deeper
before they caresses something. He tries to jump off of the bed and cannot
for the bed sheets that tie him down.

�Shush my son,� James whispers as he removes his
fingers. He thrusts into Harry, moving
and kissing Harry�s lips so he swallows the scream. He rests there for a moment, letting Harry
get used to the feeling of having someone inside. He slowly starts to thrust in and out,
letting go of Harry�s lips to breathe.
His hands move to rest on Harry�s waist, using that for leverage as he
starts to thrust in and out harder. His
lower stomach rubs against Harry, trying to make his son enjoy it as well.

Harry closes his eyes, wishing for it to stop before too
long. He�s willing to die at this point
just to make his father stop. To not cry
out�to have nobody care�he reaches inside of himself to one connection he kept
secret throughout the year�throughout three years. Draco!!!
He screams as he feels his father cum inside of him. Harry cries, his
body shaking as he does so.

James pulls out and lets the bed sheets holding Harry go. �It had to be done.� He turns on his heel and walks out of the
room, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
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