Lillith
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
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2
Views:
8,725
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15
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Lillith
Title: Lillith
Author: Downdilly
Rating: M+ overall.
Summary: Harry decides it's time to get a life. Too bad it's not his.
Warnings: Post Voldie. Not OotP or HBP compliant. AU/AR, slash, cross-dressing, sex of all kinds, fluff.
A/N: Be warned now that this fic is stress relief. Updates will be irregular, and in-between all the other stuff I'm working on. There will be lots of pickly little details, 'cause that's the way I think. I'm on medication for that, but it's not working.
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Conception
He shut the door to his flat behind him and leaned back against it, letting the solid wood and metal support him for just a moment. He closed his eyes and pulled his glasses off; the light gold frames a far cry from the heavy black ones he'd once worn. Rubbing his face with the other hand, and pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off an incipient headache, Harry Potter sighed before blowing his bangs out of the way and crossing to the couch.
Harry flopped down and leaned back, not caring that his black bootheels would leave marks on the white material; it wasn't his after all. In fact, none of the things in the entire flat were his. He'd paid for it all with the money granted him by the Ministry for defeating old Voldie, but every single thing in the place, from lamps to furniture to the dishes in the cupboard, had been picked out by a professional. In fact, the only thing Harry had picked out in the entire place, was the location.
But now, with Voldie becoming moldy planted six feet under, Harry was coming under a new wave of pressure, from a very unforeseen source; it was impossible for him to get a job.
Oh, not that he had to work; between the Ministry reward, his parents' estate, and the nestegg Sirius had left him, Harry's great-grandchildren would be the first ones to have to worry about money. And that was if none of the very healthy investments Harry had made all suddenly failed.
Rather, he simply wanted something to do with his time. Preferably something that didn't include dark wizard hunting. At first it had been easy; what business wouldn't want the Chosen One manning their front counter? But then the crowds had come, and the property damage from the sheer pressure of them had become prohibitive for most. If the crowds had bought, no doubt Harry would still be gainfully employed, but instead they'd simply come to gawk and then gone away angry when Harry refused to sign autographs or promise to marry their daughters. Or themselves, as the case may be.
*If only I were someone else. Someone completely different,* he thought, not for the first time and most likely not the last.
Sighing, Harry got to his feet and went to study his wardrobe, looking for something he could wear to Ron and Hermione's for dinner that night. Flicking past garment after robe after vest, he froze when his hand fell on a carefully wrapped garment bag.
*Impossible. Ridiculous. I *like* being male.*
Still, he quickly undid the ties and studied the long length of lavender silk, left over from a Halloween party three years earlier.
Like a whirlwind, Harry spun and dashed for the bathroom, hangers and clothing falling forgotten to the floor. It took only a minute for him to shed his glasses and mutter the temporary correction charm on his eyes. Able to see clearly for the next few hours, he quickly cast a hairdressing spell on his hair, pulling his fingers through it until it fell to his waist, thick and curly. Several glamours later and his eye color was a deep lavender, just as intense as his own natural green. A cosmetics spell gave him a soft overlay of color and shape, and hid the remains of the scar on his forehead that had never completely faded.
"I'll be damned," he whispered to himself, studying the lovely young woman in the mirror. "It could work."
He quickly cancelled the spell on his eyes and washed the cosmetics from his face, electing to keep his hair the length it was and settled for braiding it and securing it with a strip of leather. Just to be sure, he shoved the fist-thick braid down the back of his shirt to make sure it stayed hidden. Grabbing his glasses, he ran to the floo.
"The Burrow!" he yelled throwing in a handful of green powder. "Ron? 'Mione? You there?"
"Hey mate, what's got you so excited?" Ron’s head appeared in the fire.
"Ron, something's come up, I need to cancel tonight…. What? No! Nothing serious, just an…opportunity I can't let pass me up…. Travel, yes, lots and lots of travel…. Of course I'll owl! I'll let you know as soon as the details are set…. Yes, yes…. My love to 'Mione…. Not like that you prat! You know better! Have a good night!
Harry pulled back from the fire and closed the floo connection. Feeling suddenly free he spun and danced across the room, making sure to jump on the white couch and thoroughly mar the pristine surface. There were plans to make, and shopping to do. Oh, this was going to be fun!
Author: Downdilly
Rating: M+ overall.
Summary: Harry decides it's time to get a life. Too bad it's not his.
Warnings: Post Voldie. Not OotP or HBP compliant. AU/AR, slash, cross-dressing, sex of all kinds, fluff.
A/N: Be warned now that this fic is stress relief. Updates will be irregular, and in-between all the other stuff I'm working on. There will be lots of pickly little details, 'cause that's the way I think. I'm on medication for that, but it's not working.
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Conception
He shut the door to his flat behind him and leaned back against it, letting the solid wood and metal support him for just a moment. He closed his eyes and pulled his glasses off; the light gold frames a far cry from the heavy black ones he'd once worn. Rubbing his face with the other hand, and pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off an incipient headache, Harry Potter sighed before blowing his bangs out of the way and crossing to the couch.
Harry flopped down and leaned back, not caring that his black bootheels would leave marks on the white material; it wasn't his after all. In fact, none of the things in the entire flat were his. He'd paid for it all with the money granted him by the Ministry for defeating old Voldie, but every single thing in the place, from lamps to furniture to the dishes in the cupboard, had been picked out by a professional. In fact, the only thing Harry had picked out in the entire place, was the location.
But now, with Voldie becoming moldy planted six feet under, Harry was coming under a new wave of pressure, from a very unforeseen source; it was impossible for him to get a job.
Oh, not that he had to work; between the Ministry reward, his parents' estate, and the nestegg Sirius had left him, Harry's great-grandchildren would be the first ones to have to worry about money. And that was if none of the very healthy investments Harry had made all suddenly failed.
Rather, he simply wanted something to do with his time. Preferably something that didn't include dark wizard hunting. At first it had been easy; what business wouldn't want the Chosen One manning their front counter? But then the crowds had come, and the property damage from the sheer pressure of them had become prohibitive for most. If the crowds had bought, no doubt Harry would still be gainfully employed, but instead they'd simply come to gawk and then gone away angry when Harry refused to sign autographs or promise to marry their daughters. Or themselves, as the case may be.
*If only I were someone else. Someone completely different,* he thought, not for the first time and most likely not the last.
Sighing, Harry got to his feet and went to study his wardrobe, looking for something he could wear to Ron and Hermione's for dinner that night. Flicking past garment after robe after vest, he froze when his hand fell on a carefully wrapped garment bag.
*Impossible. Ridiculous. I *like* being male.*
Still, he quickly undid the ties and studied the long length of lavender silk, left over from a Halloween party three years earlier.
Like a whirlwind, Harry spun and dashed for the bathroom, hangers and clothing falling forgotten to the floor. It took only a minute for him to shed his glasses and mutter the temporary correction charm on his eyes. Able to see clearly for the next few hours, he quickly cast a hairdressing spell on his hair, pulling his fingers through it until it fell to his waist, thick and curly. Several glamours later and his eye color was a deep lavender, just as intense as his own natural green. A cosmetics spell gave him a soft overlay of color and shape, and hid the remains of the scar on his forehead that had never completely faded.
"I'll be damned," he whispered to himself, studying the lovely young woman in the mirror. "It could work."
He quickly cancelled the spell on his eyes and washed the cosmetics from his face, electing to keep his hair the length it was and settled for braiding it and securing it with a strip of leather. Just to be sure, he shoved the fist-thick braid down the back of his shirt to make sure it stayed hidden. Grabbing his glasses, he ran to the floo.
"The Burrow!" he yelled throwing in a handful of green powder. "Ron? 'Mione? You there?"
"Hey mate, what's got you so excited?" Ron’s head appeared in the fire.
"Ron, something's come up, I need to cancel tonight…. What? No! Nothing serious, just an…opportunity I can't let pass me up…. Travel, yes, lots and lots of travel…. Of course I'll owl! I'll let you know as soon as the details are set…. Yes, yes…. My love to 'Mione…. Not like that you prat! You know better! Have a good night!
Harry pulled back from the fire and closed the floo connection. Feeling suddenly free he spun and danced across the room, making sure to jump on the white couch and thoroughly mar the pristine surface. There were plans to make, and shopping to do. Oh, this was going to be fun!