Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part twelve

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Note that this is the sequel to Protégé. Must read Protégé first before you read this so you can understand what’s going on.

More notes: Many things are going to happen in this sequel. So, if you don’t understand anything right away, just wait for it to be clarified later ok?

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let’s hope), and lemon.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Ginny/Cho

Rating: NC-17 over all

Year: 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

Things will get explained later. So if this is confusing at all, I apologize. Wait for the explaination, ok?

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I want to take his eye out

Just for looking at you

Yes I do

And I want to take his hand off

Just for touching you

Yes I do

~Just For, by Nickelback

(I am not obsessed ^_^)

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Green swirls turned black, and then the black suddenly faded back to white.

‘Now where am I?’ Harry thought, looking around. He recognized, yet didn’t recognize, the room he was in. There was a table filled with potions and potions equipment, rolled up parchments and quills on it, and three chairs. Suddenly Harry realized that there was someone behind all the potion equipment. The person stood with a vial in his hand.

“Professor Snape!” Harry said it loud enough, but apparently, Snape didn’t hear him. “Um, Snape?”

He finally realized that this Severus Snape was younger looking, and he looked like he was expecting someone. A minute later and Snape brought his eyes up, as if he finally noticed Harry there, but he stared straight through the teen.

“It’s about time.”

Harry was about to say ‘what do you mean, “it’s about time?” I’een een here!’ But then he heard a voice behind him.

“I generally don’t keep appointments with slime. Particularly Slytherin slime.”

Harry turned and suddenly found himself face to face with his father—a younger version of James Potter.

~*~

Ron and Hermione arrived to visit Harry. They had the usual with them—books, get-well cards, candy, and lots of worry.

Draco was asleep in the chair still, when they got there. Ron wanted to pull the chair out from under him as a joke, but Hermione stopped him.

“Do you really want Harry to wake up finding you and his boyfriend brawling?”

Ron sighed in defeat, “The asshole deserves Azkaban for what he did.”

Hermione decided to ignore her boyfriends’ swearing this time, knowing how upset he was. “Dumbledore already explained everything to us, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. . . I think Harry should dump him for doing this.”

“I’m sure that when he knows the truth, Harry won’t dump Draco.”

“Nothing is going right for me, is it?”

~*~

Harry blinked, and then blinked again. There, standing right in front of him, was a younger James Potter. He ed sed so much like himself that Harry thought he was looking into a mirror, if not for the fact that James had hazel brown eyes.

“You flatter me.” Harry heard Snape say.

“You mean you wish I flatter you. Look, Snape, I don’t know what this is all about. . .”

Snape strolled over to stand in front of James, and Harry stood to the side to watch.

“I think you know perfectly well what this is about.” Snape sneered.

James narrowed his eyes. It was so eerily similar to the way Harry glared at Draco at times when he was angered. There was even a time when Harry looked that way at Snape, in which Snape had looked at him in some other way. . . like he was remembering. . .

“Well, if I’m supposed to know what this little meeting is about, then why do you think I’m asking?”

‘Remembering! That’s it!’ Harry smiled as he figured it out. ‘I’m in some type of Pensieve!’

“Fine. You can go ahead and act dumb all you like.” Snape raised a hand and brushed a few strands away from James’ face.

James’ eyes flashed, and Harry knew in that moment that his father knew what Snape was talking about, even though he didn’t have a clue.

“I’ve told you before, Snape, I am NOT interested.”

“That’s bull!” Snape bellowed, his eyes clearly showing pain. “I know that you’re bisexual! I’ve seen you snogging Black!”

Harry’s eyes grew wide. His own father bis bisexual? Just like him? And he had snogged his godfather??

“Sirius is happily with Remus, Snape. You know that.” James glared. Harry jumped. Sirius and Lupin??

“That’s not my point.” Snape hissed. He moved a bit closer, going around James. “My point is that you keep rejecting my woos. You push me away just when I think you’ve decided to have me, and then you go galloping about like the cock of the walk; flaunting your hold on me.”

“You’re crazy.” James chuckled but kept his glare in place. “You’re absolutely nutters.”

“I am,” Snape moved behind James and wrapped his arms around James’ waist. Harry gaped at this. He wasn’t sure he should be watching this at all. “I am,” Snape repeated, leaning forward, his nose almost touching James’ ear, “I’m very crazy. . . for you. . .”

“Severus. . .” James growled a warning but Snape ignored it as he put his lips to James’ neck. Harry’s jaw unhinged. Now he really khe she shouldn’t be watching this! But just like a horrible accident, you can’t tear your eyes away. Harry watched as his younger father leaned back and shut his eyes as Snape continued to kiss his neck.

Moments later, James sighed, “Severus. . . I—I can’t, I’m sorry.”

Snape growled, trying to sink his teeth more into James’ neck, but James pulled away. “So, you’d rather have a snog fest with Black and Lupin but not me? I highly think that’s unfair.”

“I only experimented with Sirius for a while until I found out how Remus felt for him, and vice versa.”

“Experimented? Is that what you call it?” Snape laughed.

James looked irritated. “Look, I really am sorry, but. . . there’s someone else.”

“Oh, that’s original, Potter! Very original!”

“But it’s true! There’s this girl. . .”

“A girl? You’re denying me for a girl??”

James squared his shoulders and stood his ground, “Yes. Yes I am. And I’m asking her to the school dance that we’re having on Halloween night.”

“James. . .” Snape walked a couple paces forward and became nose to nose with James. He brought a hand up and caressed James’ cheek. “Please, you know how I feel about you. I ask you, no. . . I beg of you a favor.”

James lifted his head more and looked into Snape’s eyes. “What?”

Snape swallowed, “Give me my first kiss. Please?”

For a minute, Harry thought that his father would deny Snape the pleasure, but James nodded and then Snape took no time and moved forward.

Harry sighed heavily. He wasn’t sure he should be watching his past father snogging a past Snape, but again, it was like seeing a horrific car crash and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them.

Finally finished kissing, James turned and Harry could see from his point of view that James had watery eyes. This was hurting his father?

“I’m sorry about all of this, Severus.” James said, voice sounding normal. “But I think I love her.”

Snape looked away. For a long while there was a pause, and then Snape spoke.

“Then go.” Snape’s voice cracked. “Go and be happy.” Harry saw James sigh in relief and then without looking back, he left.

~*~

Draco woke finally, feeling majorly stiff in the neck. He looked over at the still form of Harry and gasped when he saw Granger and Weasley.

“Are you two supposed to be here?” Draco growled.

The two jumped guiltily, “We have permission.” Hermione stated.

“From who?” Draco glared.

Hermione took out a small slip of paper and handed it to him. “It’s from Professor McGonagall. Read it and weep!”

Ron shook his head, “Don’t mind her, we’ve been playing wizard poker.”

Draco raised his eyes and gave Ron his patient eyebrow. “That I’d like to hear about.”

“No, you wouldn’t! And anyways, I’m still very pissed off at you!”

“Oh?” Draco grinned.

“Yes!” Ron sneered, “Harry deserves better than a snaike ike you! He deserves. . . he deserves. . . a girl!”

Draco growled, “What??”

“You heard me! He deserves a girl! Even if she’s from Slytherin!”

Draco stood up, about to pull back his fist, but Hermione jumped in the middle.

“Knock it off, you two! Harry wouldn’t like seeing his best friend and boyfriend having a row when he wakes up!”

Ron and Draco continued to have a stare down. Eventually, Draco won, and Ron turned his eyes to Harry’s still figure.

“You bloody better wake up, Harry, before you have a dead boyfriend!”

~*~

The next moment Harry blinked, he suddenly found himself in the hallway leading to the Gryffindor common room. There, standing by the portrait of the fat lady, was a young looking Lily Evans, his mother.

“Damn! What was the password again?” Lily grumbled.

“Slime filled flubberworms.” Said a voice behind Harry.

Harry turned around, like Lily, just as the painting swung open. It was his father.

Lily snickered, “Oh yeah. How silly of me to forget.”

James stepped up beside her and then gestured for her to enter the common room first. Lily giggled, “Ever the gentleman!”

“Me? A gentleman? That’s a first!”

Harry hurried up to join themthe the Gryffindor common room, forgetting that in his state he can slip through walls and other people.

“Oh?” Lily smiled, “You mean you’re not?”

James grinned and waggled his eyebrows, “Never been called that before. I’ve been known as a cad and a scoundrel, but never a gentleman.”

Lily turned to face James, “Then you shouldn’t have acted in such a way.”

“Perhaps.” James smiled. Harry watched as his cheeks slowly turned pink, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Oh?” Lily blinked, “What is it?”

“Well, um. . . you know about the dance coming up soon?”

Lily nodded, a smile was slowly forming on her face. Harry could tell that his mother knew what James was about to ask, but being ever so polite, she let him continue.

“Um, well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my date to the dance. Unless, of course, you wouldn’t want to be seen with a cad like me?”

This made Lily snicker, “Oh, I’d love to be seen with a cad such as yourself!”

Harry found himself laughing with them.

“Is that a yes?” James asked.

Lily continued to laugh, “You can be so naive sometimes, James Potter.”

James grinned, “I try.”

Harry made a mental note to try that with Draco some day.

“Well,” Lily sighed, cheeks flushing.

“Well, indeed.” James smiled.

“I suppose I better do my Charms homework.”

“Ah, yes, I have that Transfigurations essay to finish.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Slowly they both turned and walked up their respected dorms. Harry blinked once, and then the room went black.

~*~

“You can leave now.” Draco glared.

“You can just bugger off!” Ron sneered.

“Make me, Weasel!”

“You make me, ferret boy!”

“Will you two just shut up! You’re giving me a headache!” Hermione growled. Both sat back down on their seats.

“He started it.” Ron huffed quietly.

There was silence for a while until Hermione spoke.

“Explain to us again how you went from being a prat to Harry to being in love with him?”

~*~

Harry soon found himself in the middle of the Great Hall. It was decorated elegantly in all kinds of dark colors, and the floating jack-o-lanterns were bigger and eerier looking than he had seen them.

Everyone in the Hall was dressed up, and Harry knew in that moment that it was a type of Halloween party or prom.

More toward the front of the crowd, a of of Harry, stood James Potter and his lovely date for the evening—Lily. Harry beamed brightly at them as they danced. Harry watched his past parents a while before something dawned on him. His father can dance! In a way, he felt ashamed that he couldn’t dance as well as his father, but then, when he stopped to think about it, he could have learned to dance if his father had lived.

Suddenly, from his father’s right, he saw the famous, or infamous depending on who you were, Marauders. One in particular Harry didn’t care to see. The one that will later betray his mother and father. The stupid ratfink spoke, making Harry’s teeth grind. But he had to remember that here, now, Peter Pettigrew was his father’s, and his godfather’s, friend.

“Hey!” Peter grinned, “Where’s the disco ball? I want to get down and boogie all night!”

Sirius was standing next to him, wincing. “You do and I’ll be forced to kill you.”

“Aww, come on, Sirius!” Peter pouted, “Don’t you have that dancing fever?”

“This is a prom, Pettigrew, not a dance club!”

Peter continued to pout.

The doors opened, and suddenly the crowd murmured and then watched as two well known and familiar figures emerged from the doors. Everyone stayed silent, as if in awe or fear. All except the Marauders, of course.

“Look, it’s Moneybags Malfoy and his stuck up date!” Sirius said.

“Hey there, Money!” Remus snickered.

“Moolah Malfoy the Moniker!” Peter joined in.

“More-Galleons-than-he-can-shake-a-wand-at!” James laughed, and then all together they chorused, “Oooooo!” and wiggled their fingers at Lucius.

“Ha, ha, ha. . .” Lucius Malfoy sneered, “You boys never cease to amuse me.”

“We try.” Sirius said, grinning.

“We have tose sse someone, Malfoy.” James said.

Narcissa and Lily were ogling one another with distaste during this conversation.

“Nice dress, Lily pad.” Lucius’e dre drawled, “Where’d you buy it at, a Knut store?”

“Nice to see you in good spirits, Narcie.” Lily spat, calling her by a nickname that she didn’t like. That got her goat.

“You seem to like amusing me mostly.” Lucius said to James.

“Well, one can hardly not. You being such a handsome Slytherin and al Jam James smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Stuff it, Potter.” Lucius growled.

“Sorry, but I prefer to wait until the honeymoon.” James squeezed Lily’s hand, making her blush.

Lucius rolled his eyes, “Oh, please. The last thing we need right now is the pitter-patter of a little Potter!”

Harry sneered.

But James was quick on the draw, “God only knows what you two would have if you reproduced!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, but then stopped, “Hey! Draco’s not really *that* bad. . . really.” He pouted.

Lucius growled, “Your kid will probably have some kind of mental problem centered in the head. Probably leprosy.” He insulted.

“All right, Malfoy, you’ve had your fun. Now go away.” James warned.

Before Lucius could say anything, they heard Pettigrew announce, “Cool! Wizard Karaoke!”

“Oh god, please, no. . .” Remus groaned.

“Should we stop him before it’s too late?” Sirius asked, already looking sick.

“No,” Lucius grinned, “Let’s hear the idiot make a fool out of himself. I mean, even more of a fool.”

Well, it didn’t take long for Peter to get horrified looks and groans from the crowd. Even the bewitched microphone couldn’t help Peter with his singing skills.

“Please,” Sirius begged, “Please, let me kill him, James! Pleeeease!”

“Not if I beat you to it.” James said, putting his fingers into his ears.

“It’s hardly worth it, but—boooo!” Remus said, cupping his hands to his mouth.

Peter finally got the hint and sed sed singing. “Some friends you guys are!”

“We could say the same to you. What are you trying to do, kill us softly with your song?”

Lily giggled, knowing where James got that saying from.

“More like torture.” Remus snarled.

Peter stepped down from the stage, still pouting, but a hovering tray with cocktails and bits of cheese on it perked up his attitude.

“So,” Lucius said, taking his fingers out of his ears, not wishing to leave them alone yet. “How is your mother, Potter? Still healthy or has she found out the hard way about mixing certain—ingredients—again?”

James narrowed his eyes, “Shut your face.”

“And what about you, Mudblood?” Lucius turned to Lily, “How are your Muggle parents? Last I heard your sister really hates you.”

James snarled, “Don’t call her that!”

Lily was tough, though, and she didn’t mention being called that horrible name. “My *sister* has always hated me since I got my letter in first year.” She told him.

“Oh, of course.” Lucius smirked, “I suppose she is just so utterly devastated about having a witch in the family. I don’t blame her for that. Muggles should be with Muggles and Witches with Wizards. That’s the way it should be.”

“And us Wizards should just die out or inbred?” Sirius snarled.

“All Muggles and Mudbloods should learn their place!”

James got into Lucius’ face. Harry blinked, fully astonished.

“So do stuck-up, rich prats!” James reached into his robe like he was going to take out his wand, but then stopped. Harry only wondered why for a second, remembering that using magic in the hallways or the Great Hall was forbidden.

Lucius waved a finger at James in a taunting matter. “Uh, uh, uh, no magic, remember? You can’t do anything to me. . .”

Before Lucius could finish his sentence, James hit him hard across the face. Everyone stopped to watch the fight. Harry was amazed that his father could fist fight so well, and he was equally amazed that his mother was cheering his father on.

“What’s all this?” A teacher finally arrived and broke up the fight with magic.

Lucius didn’t look so good, but James only had a swollen eye.

“He attacked me!” Lucius bellowed.

“He started it!” James said.

The other Marauders nodded.

“Detention for you both, Potter — Malfoy.”

James and Lucius glared dangerously at each other. Before Harry could finish a sigh, the room went black.

~TBC~

I know I probably got the age thing wrong with Lucius and James, but just think of it as Lucius showing up because he wanted to. *shrugs* I don\'t know. I wasn\'t thinking when I first wrote this. ^_^;