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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
12,157
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Author’s Note: My sick mind devised this story whilst I was lying in bed attempting to lull myself to sleep. (I have many fetishes and Slut!Harry happens to be one of them, but he is, by no means, a slut in this fic.) My general idea was Harry is vastly changed by Sirius’ death and, seeing as she hasn’t released book 6 yet, I decided to play. Not everyone will like this, and it’s not exactly dark, but it’s not a portrayal of Nice Harry Potter. He’s dark, he’s mean, and he really couldn’t care less that Ron and Hermione have stopped understanding.
I do not, nor do I claim to, own any of these characters or locations. They belong to J.K. Rowling and I just give them my own little spin. They have entered the world of Deirdra and I just let them stay for a bit and experience life on my side of the reality line.
Prologue – History explains who we are.
Harry Potter grew up a very quiet but unhappy young man. He never quite knew happiness in the first eleven years he was on this planet. He never knew his parents and he lived with his mother’s sister along with her husband and son, all of whom made Harry’s life even more miserable than it already was.
They told him lies about his parents; how they died, who they were. The poor young man grew up without a single friend until one night, his eleventh birthday to be precise; a friend blew into his life. Well, crashed through the door is more like it. This friend, who he would love for his remaining days, was one Rubeus Hagrid or more affectionately known as Hagrid.
Hagrid told him he was a wizard and that he would be going to the best wizarding school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he would be studying under the best Headmaster Hogwarts had yet to see, Albus Dumbledore. Harry was delighted at this news and followed his new friend, despite what his horrid uncle said, to wizarding London; Diagon Alley. There he would get all his supplies, his bits and bobs, for wizardry.
While he was there he met Draco Malfoy and instantly hated him. Those feelings were reinforced the next time he met the young blonde haired boy but they began to change over time. We’ll most certainly get to that later. He boarded the train to Hogwarts, the Hogwarts Express, and almost immediately made his second friend; Ronald Weasley. Soon after he met Hermione Granger, and although the three of them had a rocky beginning, they were fast friends. Everyone expected them to stay the affectionately titled Golden Trio, but fate had another idea.
Over the years since he began Hogwarts, our hero met and lost many people he knew and or cared for. The list began to grow larger as time went by and unfortunately this poor young man lost some of those people to death. He had many hardships throughout his life, and most he just brushed off, but there was one thing that happened in his life that was just too much to bear.
It began when everyone assumed he was the heir of Slytherin. People looked at him as if he were insane. Then he met his godfather, who at first he thought was trying to kill him, but it was the only bright spot in his far too dim life. When he was chosen for the Tri-Wizarding tournament and people thought he was begging for attention, he attempted to let it slide, but everything went downhill from there when he witnessed Cedric being murdered.
His fifth year, by far, was the worst as of yet. His friends began to abandon him, claiming that he was making up Voldemort’s return. Umbridge, the sadist, tortured him at every opportunity even though she knew he was telling the truth. But the icing on the cake, the cherry on top, the straw that broke the camel’s back was what happened at the Department of Mysteries. Not only did Sirius die that day, but so did Harry’s hope of ever having a clear memory of his parents’ past, the hope of ever having a normal family, the hope of getting out of his aunt and uncle’s house. To make a long story short, Sirius dying had opened up old wounds in our young hero, wounds no one was aware of. (Most likely because they didn’t take the time to look.) But one thing was very sure…
The shit was about to hit the fan…
I do not, nor do I claim to, own any of these characters or locations. They belong to J.K. Rowling and I just give them my own little spin. They have entered the world of Deirdra and I just let them stay for a bit and experience life on my side of the reality line.
Prologue – History explains who we are.
Harry Potter grew up a very quiet but unhappy young man. He never quite knew happiness in the first eleven years he was on this planet. He never knew his parents and he lived with his mother’s sister along with her husband and son, all of whom made Harry’s life even more miserable than it already was.
They told him lies about his parents; how they died, who they were. The poor young man grew up without a single friend until one night, his eleventh birthday to be precise; a friend blew into his life. Well, crashed through the door is more like it. This friend, who he would love for his remaining days, was one Rubeus Hagrid or more affectionately known as Hagrid.
Hagrid told him he was a wizard and that he would be going to the best wizarding school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he would be studying under the best Headmaster Hogwarts had yet to see, Albus Dumbledore. Harry was delighted at this news and followed his new friend, despite what his horrid uncle said, to wizarding London; Diagon Alley. There he would get all his supplies, his bits and bobs, for wizardry.
While he was there he met Draco Malfoy and instantly hated him. Those feelings were reinforced the next time he met the young blonde haired boy but they began to change over time. We’ll most certainly get to that later. He boarded the train to Hogwarts, the Hogwarts Express, and almost immediately made his second friend; Ronald Weasley. Soon after he met Hermione Granger, and although the three of them had a rocky beginning, they were fast friends. Everyone expected them to stay the affectionately titled Golden Trio, but fate had another idea.
Over the years since he began Hogwarts, our hero met and lost many people he knew and or cared for. The list began to grow larger as time went by and unfortunately this poor young man lost some of those people to death. He had many hardships throughout his life, and most he just brushed off, but there was one thing that happened in his life that was just too much to bear.
It began when everyone assumed he was the heir of Slytherin. People looked at him as if he were insane. Then he met his godfather, who at first he thought was trying to kill him, but it was the only bright spot in his far too dim life. When he was chosen for the Tri-Wizarding tournament and people thought he was begging for attention, he attempted to let it slide, but everything went downhill from there when he witnessed Cedric being murdered.
His fifth year, by far, was the worst as of yet. His friends began to abandon him, claiming that he was making up Voldemort’s return. Umbridge, the sadist, tortured him at every opportunity even though she knew he was telling the truth. But the icing on the cake, the cherry on top, the straw that broke the camel’s back was what happened at the Department of Mysteries. Not only did Sirius die that day, but so did Harry’s hope of ever having a clear memory of his parents’ past, the hope of ever having a normal family, the hope of getting out of his aunt and uncle’s house. To make a long story short, Sirius dying had opened up old wounds in our young hero, wounds no one was aware of. (Most likely because they didn’t take the time to look.) But one thing was very sure…
The shit was about to hit the fan…