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Catching the Train	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88960 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Catching the Train

By Speedy Tomato

Beta'd by the most wonderful, amazing and stupendous Tenchi. Woman, you are the best and love you for all you do for me!

With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and make no money off this story.

Summary: Being smarter than most, Dumbledore thought he knew what he was doing with Harry and the Horcrux, ignoring the one thing that had to be in place for it to work because he thought he knew Harry completely. He didn't take into account that you can never truly know what someone does in private. That was the case with Harry. In his arrogance, he unleashed the darkness in a now tainted Harry. Now, the only thing that stands between Harry being worse than Voldemort is Sirius.

POST CANON

For Luz S. who won the contest on my FB page. Enjoy!

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We are kicking off the 'fun' at the scene right after Harry 'dies' in Deathly Hallows, where he's in the train station after he talks to Dumbledore. From here on out, we take an odd turn and leave canon behind for the most part.

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Chapter 1

“We've all got both light and dark inside of us.”

-Sirius Black

-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – JK Rowling

Staring at the box with that thing in it, something that was still crying after Dumbledore left, Harry then glanced at the empty train tracks. As would be expected, he was playing over the conversation with the dead Headmaster. Part of him, the part that knew he had to end this mess, was lobbying to go back. Another part, though, was screaming at him to move on. As Dumbledore said, he could easily catch a train onwards. It was his choice entirely. It just wasn't as easy of a choice to make as he thought it would be.

Sighing, he looked around the very empty Kings Cross station and wondered what to do. This wasn't what he expected he would have to wrangle with. In the past he wouldn't have thought about it and just headed straight back, knowing how big of a mess had to be waiting. After all, there was that prophecy which said he had to end this nightmare. The problem came about because something in him had his danger signals going off, loudly, and was screaming at him to move on. In fact, merely considering going back had him panicking slightly. He didn't know why either. As he had to trust his instincts so much, it was hard to ignore following that. While he thought about it, he shook his head, frustrated that he couldn't seem to quell that loud voice that was telling him not to go back. Deep inside, though, he knew something was wrong and that going back, despite what Dumbledore said, would unleash something horrific.

Looking down as he thought about it, Harry felt the rumble of the stopping train rather than hearing it. When he glanced up and saw the door to the empty car slide open, he understood that he had made his choice whether he realized it or not. Stiffening his spine, he walked over and stepped into the car, taking a seat by the window as the door slid shut. Silently, the train began to move, picking up speed as it sped away from the empty station. He sighed softly as it moved on, relieved that he had made the right choice. It bothered him, of course, as the fight had been his to end and he would leave behind plenty that would hurt over his death, but it was for the best. They might not understand that now, but they would at some point. He just had to focus on that, nothing more.

Leaning his head against the surprisingly clean glass, he watched as the scenes from the 'real' world played out against the darkened backdrop. Though it saddened him that he had given Voldemort such a chance and the pain he saw in the faces of those he cared about, he was at peace with his choice. It was the right one, that he knew. He still wasn't sure how he knew that, but he did and assumed he would understand it at some point.

Shutting his eyes, he gave a weary sigh and smiled. It was over. The time for him to move on had come and he would deal with the next great adventure, whatever that was. All his life he had suffered in one way or another, not always understanding what was going on or why things happened the way they did, but had accepted it. Now it was time for him to rest. Though seventeen years wasn't a long time to live, he thought that he had experienced many lifetimes in those short years. So, yeah, he was at peace with this. It was then that something strange happened.

Once more, he felt the train rumble to a stop rather than hearing it. Though he wasn't sure about such things, he felt something wasn't right with this. He hadn't been on the train long and there wasn't any of those strange things he had heard about the afterlife happening. Of course, he didn't know much about those areas, not having been exposed to them more than just hearing tidbits mentioned, but he expected something more than a train ride that only seemed to take a couple of minutes. Shaking his head and opening his eyes, assuming that he would understand soon, he stood and exited the doors as they opened again. Rather than facing paradise, something he assumed was on the other end of that train ride, he found himself in another well lit, but deserted, train station. This time, though, he didn't know where that was. He thought it was another stop somewhere, he just didn't know where it might be, not having ridden a train other than the one to Hogwarts before. Shaking his head, he sighed and looked around. The only thing that might, maybe, be odd here was the fact it was really clean, seeming to sparkle brightly because of that, and was well lit. That was all, though. He didn't hear any noise either. So, he was startled to hear the doors to the train car close with a quiet swoosh. Glancing back, he expected to see the train pull out, but it didn't move. Instead, it seemed to just sit there, some bright white steam coming from beneath it. Yeah, alright, that was odd and he didn't know what to make of it.

After a minute or so, something he couldn't be sure about, Harry decided to take a walk to see what was where or to try to figure out what was happening. As he didn't sense anything foreboding or dangerous, he thought it might be safe to do that. Taking a step towards the moving staircase he spied not far off, he stopped when he thought he heard footsteps. Brow furrowed, he looked around, trying to figure out where they might be coming from. That wasn't easy. What he was hearing, something he was now sure wasn't a trick or his imagination, seemed muted or muffled in some way, making it hard to determine the direction he heard them from.

Looking to his left when he thought that's the direction he heard the noise, Harry's eyes then widened and he grinned from ear to ear. “Sirius!” He called, then ran to his godfather, throwing himself on him, holding him close when he felt the man's arms wrap around him.

Holding Harry tightly, Sirius rubbed his back, grinning himself. This felt amazing. Pulling back after a minute or so, still grinning, he looked at him then said, “I've been waiting for you!”

“I'm glad you did!” Harry grinned back, adoring this. Of all the people he had lost in this world, Sirius was the one he missed most. It was great to have him here again. “I guess this means we get to move on together then?” That he still wasn't sure about because—well, he didn't know what was going on.

“If you want,” Sirius told him, reaching out to stroke his hair. “Or we can go back together. It's your choice, Harry.”

Confused, Harry wasn't sure what to make of that and shook his head. “What do you mean?” he asked. Shrugging, he added, “I get it was my choice to go back. Dumbledore made that clear. I chose to move on.” Lowering his voice, though he was sure no one was around to overhear, he added, “Something is really wrong. I don't know what, though. Part of me—yeah, it said I needed to move on, not go back.”

“That's because Albus made another one of his more spectacular blunders,” Sirius sighed, pulling Harry to him and slipping an arm around his waist. Holding him close, he explained, “He, in his infinite wisdom, thought he knew everything once more. Like last time, he didn't. This time, though, he fucked up in a big way.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, leaning against him, adoring how good it felt for his godfather to hold him once more. This was one of those things he thought about a lot since Sirius had gone through that Veil. Now he wanted to enjoy it again.

“There was more to that Horcrux shite than Albus told Snape,” Sirius explained, smiling as Harry leaned against him. “One of the things he didn't mention was that for this whole mess to work you had to be innocent. If you weren't, you would go back dark and tainted, probably ending up becoming more of a nightmare than Voldemort ever thought of being.”

Thinking that over, Harry's brow furrowed at the word innocent. Of course, that could mean many things, but his mind skipped to the most obvious one. Shaking his head, he asked, “And by innocent you mean what?”

Snorting then giving a big grin, Sirius told him, “Just what you think it means, Harry; a virgin. We both know that isn’t the case.”

Grinning sheepishly, though not really embarrassed, Harry snickered, “Well, no, I'm not. I admit it.” With that, he thought of Roger, the other outcast he knew in Little Whinging. The two never let anyone see them together, but they managed to find places to have some fun once they got to know each other. After all, both of them were freaks, just in different ways, so it was nice to have someone to talk to when they just seemed to be so alone most of the time. Besides, the two of them had a lot in common, something they realized when they started talking.

“Albus thought you were. In fact, he never once even pondered the fact that you might not be. He just saw the way you were around girls and how you acted so clueless when it came to them. I don't think he realized that, other than Ginny, you just weren't interested in that direction.” Looking at his godson, Sirius grinned again then added, “And you weren't even really interested in that bit with her, were you? Yeah, the snogging and that was great, but the lads held your attention more than she did. It was something else you wanted from her, not that part.”

“I'm bi, I know that,” Harry shrugged, not at all disturbed by the conversation. Thinking it over, he then chuckled and added, “Well, I fancy the boys a lot more than I do the girls, but I wouldn't turn down a bird if she was right. Ginny—she's great, I admit that, and I liked what we did, it was just that I saw her differently. She'd give me something I was missing.” With where he was, admitting the truth was something easy for Harry. Before—it wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have ever admitted that to himself, continuing the delusional train of thought that he wanted the relationship, not just for the other bits that would come with it.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Sirius told him as he gave him a tight squeeze. “Albus just didn't see that bit. He thought Ginny was your 'true love' and you had been waiting for her.”

“Yeah, well, he had that bit wrong,” Harry grinned, shaking his head.

“Bet your arse he did,” Sirius snorted. “He never once thought that you might have done something with someone else. After all, you were his big hero that was a pillar of the light. Yeah, he fucked up.”

Thinking over the other part, the dark and tainted bit, he asked, “What do you mean about the other part? If it means what it sounds like, there's no way I'm going back. I don't want to chance that.”

“It means just what it sounds like,” Sirius told him bluntly. “As I told you once, we all have light and dark inside us. Most times, we have a choice as to which one we follow. In your case, if you go back there won't be a choice. He unleashed every bit of darkness in you by thinking he knew everything. Because you weren't innocent, that Horcrux tainted you in some ways, unleashing the darkness we all have in a way you'll never be able to control by yourself.”

“Then there is no way I'm going back,” Harry told him firmly, looking at his godfather. “I can't take that chance. What's the point of ending one evil if I'll just turn out worse?”

“If you went it alone that's what would come,” Sirius agreed, nodding. “I never said I'd let you go it alone, Harry. If I go with you, we can manage. Oh, the good little boy that's the great light hero will be long gone, no doubt there, but we'll get along fine.”

“How?” Harry asked, intrigued. After all, he wanted to spend all the time in the world with Sirius to make up for so much. And it would be even better if they got to go back to do that.

Grabbing Harry's wrist, Sirius pulled his godson in front of him. Putting both hands on his shoulders, he said, looking him directly in the eyes, “You need to listen closely. It's your choice completely, Harry, and only you can make it.” Seeing his godson look intent and nod, Sirius pressed on, “The darkness is there, nothing can change it. I can keep it in check, though. You just have to give yourself to me and I'll get us bound together so I can manage to do that. Your hopes of having what everyone else does will be gone forever. We'll be together, though, and have a good time. Keep in mind, if you make that choice, there's no undoing it. All you have to do is give yourself to me now, while we're here, and that will start it the right way. Getting us bound together will just seal it.” Stopping, he waited to see what Harry wanted to do. He was sure what the choice was, but needed to hear it for it to take effect.

Though, sometimes, he could be as thick as Ron about plenty of things in the world and just not understand what some of it meant, this time that wasn't the case. He knew, somehow, just what Sirius meant by all that, though he said nothing explicit. And, honestly, it didn't bother him in the least. Like most teenage males, he had fantasized about his godfather over the years, like he did most other good looking men he had come across in his time. He would never have gone there if Sirius had lived, of course, but it didn't stop him from thinking about it. There was also the fact that he rather liked the idea. No, not the darkness part, but having someone in his life he adored in plenty of ways. The other part—yeah, that was just an added bonus he was sure he would like. Nodding slowly, he said, “I can go with that.”

“You have to say it that way, Harry,” Sirius told him firmly, though pleased with this. He knew the answer, of course, before Harry even stepped off that train, but there were rules to follow here. And he had to make it clear. Before Harry could open his mouth, he added, grinning roguishly, “And I should say, plainly, that I'm one sick son of a bitch in those areas.” Winking at his godson, grin growing, he added, “So are you, though, aren't you? You just hid it very well from everyone but Roger.”

“I admit to that too,” Harry grinned back, chuckling. That was nice. He didn't have to hide all those areas from Sirius like he had to with almost everyone else in the world. Yeah, he could deal with that. Looking at Sirius, he stated, clearly, “I give myself to you.” He assumed, with the way his godfather had worded what was said, that's how he needed to phrase it. Now he just had to wait.

“So be it,” Sirius told him, still grinning, though it took on more of a manic look than it had before. Yanking Harry to him, he muttered, “You're mine, Harry. All mine.” Then he kissed him passionately, holding him close. Oh, yeah, this was good!

Kissing Sirius back, moaning in his mouth, Harry shuddered, loving how it felt. There was also something that seemed to connect with the two of them. He didn't know how to explain it any better than that, just that it had. It was as though something formed between them, something far more intense than had been there before. And he loved it, whatever it was.

Breaking off the kiss, Sirius reached up and grabbed a fist full of Harry's hair and tilted his godson's head back. Looking at him, he chuckled and said, “All mine! Forever.”

“All yours,” Harry agreed, grinning himself.

“We have to get back, Harry. You need to end this then we have all kinds of shite to deal with before we can go have some fun.” Sirius said. “It won't take long. We need to get going, though, before it's too late.”

Not wanting to leave and to press on, Harry nodded though. Yeah, the sooner they finished the nightmare, the faster they could continue on.

Looking up as the train doors opened with a soft swoosh, Sirius let loose of Harry's hair, then guided them both to the train. Once inside, the doors closed again and the train pulled out, moving silently down the tracks. Pushing Harry against one of the walls, Sirius locked his mouth down on his godson's again, grinding himself against him. Yeah, they were going to have fun before the night was over, that's for damned sure. Before then, though, there was plenty to attend to. And most of that was going to involve rubbing the mistakes made in a certain old man's face, well, painted face that is. There was also letting Harry tend to the most pressing matter. After that, yeah, they were going to have a good time.

When the silent train pulled back into Kings Cross, Sirius broke off the kiss, though reluctantly. That was something he wanted to keep going with. He couldn’t, though. Things had to get moving in the right direction.

Guiding Harry off the train, Sirius then looked around at the station that seemed like it was starting to fade and shimmer. That told him the time was finally there. They both had to move, fast. Holding Harry close, he said, “It's time. You go back and do what you need to. I'll meet you there. I have to come out where I went in; through that damned Veil. It won't take me long to get there. Tend to the great evil idiot. Just hold it together until I get there, Harry. I swear, I’ll be there as fast I can manage.”

“I will,” Harry assured him with a firm nod.

Grabbing Harry's hair and pulling him into another quick kiss, Sirius said, “You're mine, remember that. Just do what you have to and hang on. I'll be on my way as soon as we get back.”

“Hurry,” Harry told him, looking into Sirius' eyes.

“I will, trust me!” Sirius assured him. Kissing him again, he released his hair and stepped back. It was time.

Watching Sirius fade out and the station seem to start to change, Harry shut his eyes and waited. It was time and he had something huge to look forward to.

Coming to on the floor of the Great Hall, Harry lay there, eyes shut, slightly disoriented. It felt like he had been yanked there by the world's most powerful Portkey. Though that wasn't entirely accurate about how he felt, it was as close as he could get to describing the sensation. Taking in what he could hear, he didn't open his eyes. Focusing, he felt something new inside him. Well, no, it wasn't exactly new, more like a magnified version of the time he tried to Crucio Bella. This time, though, it felt wonderful. There was something in him, something black, that felt amazing. And he relished how it seemed to throb and swirl, pulsing with a malevolence that made him feel wonderful. Trying not to grin manically, he concentrated on the last few words with Sirius as they parted. That made him focus. Something connected there and he knew that he had to take care of business. Sirius was on his way, he could tell that, so he wanted this over and done with before his godfather got here. Then they could press on.

Still lying there, pretending to be dead, he focused on what he could hear. The voice he honed in on was the maniac's. From what he could tell, Voldemort was standing very close to him, gloating over his death, as plenty wailed. Yeah, alright, it was time for that bastard to die. Opening his eyes just slightly, he glanced around the best he could without giving away that he wasn't truly dead. Focusing on what he could see, his eyes lit on the snake-faced bastard. It was time this ended.

Clutching his wand tightly, he cast a non-verbal Expelliarmus and seized the Elder Wand when it flew into his hand. In one fluid motion, he was on his feet and sent a blasting hex straight at the evil son of a bitch. Seeing the wide-eyed, almost fearful look on that less than human face, he grinned as Voldemort flew backwards into one of the walls. Hitting with a dull thud, the maniac's neck slammed straight into a chunk of the wall that had a jagged edge. Head coming off, it fell to the floor with a dull thud as the rest of his body seemed to slide down to join it. As the head, eyes still wide in astonishment, though they were clouded over as death set in, rolled on the floor with a sickening squishy sound, there was dead silence in the hall. When Harry straightened up, clutching onto the powerful wand that now claimed him as its owner, the clapping started. The nightmare was over. Then the thunderous sound of everyone in the hall clapping and cheering was heard. The war was over, finally.

However, as the celebrations started, people clapping him on the back as Ron and Hermione hugged him, both tearful, Harry only had eyes for the massive doors to the Great Hall. Waiting impatiently, that darkness growing within him, he then grinned hugely as the doors flew open and Sirius came in, a grin of his own plastered on his face. Shrugging off his friends, Harry ran to his godfather, ignoring the twitters and gasps from those around him. When he got close, he threw himself onto Sirius, holding him tightly. Oh, the darkness was there and he loved it, but he loved this more.

Holding Harry tightly, grinning at the scene of the decapitated Voldemort, Sirius gave his godson several hearty claps on the back. He had done it. Now, though, there were plenty of other matters to attend to. Then, once those were done, they had other things, definitely more fun, to do. Breaking off the hug, he grinned at Harry, seeing that dark manic sheen in his godson's eyes. Yeah, he had to take care of that, fast. Chuckling, he said, “We have a painting to talk to.”

Nodding, Harry said nothing as he let his godfather lead him out of the hall, ignoring everyone as they went.
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