Lentesco

Hiya, I know these chapters are frustrating as they build mystery and aren't explaining things, but things will be made clear - hopefully! SP



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Lentesco – Chapter Three



Harry was back in his own house. He lived in a small house in Hogsmeade, as he liked the small village, and had never really wanted to face living at Grimmauld Place. In fact, a year after the war, almost to the day, he had been approached about the possibility of a museum to remember the fallen. So, Harry had worked hard with Kreacher and with the Ministry to make Grimmauld Place a living museum.



Somehow, Harry didn’t know how, Kreacher had even managed to make Mrs Black stop screaming abuse all day long – although apparently visitors tried to goad her into it as they felt it was part of the “experience”.



The house had been very little changed. The one big difference had been the tapestries that hung on the walls by the stairs, with the names of the dead on them. Each one had been charmed so that if touched it would magically show a picture of the vctims (prior to their deaths), and tell the story of their death. Some had wanted Harry’s parents to have a separate area, but he had refused. Their deaths were no more nor less tragic and unnecessary as every other person’s death during the wars with Voldemort.



Some rooms had been changed so that they played out key scenes from the war. Harry had been around the house to check everything was correct, and that both the New Order and the Original Order of the Phoenix were represented fairly.



And so it was that he lived in a small two bedroomed house on the very edge of Hogsmeade, away from the main street, and commuted each day to the capital to receive Auror training.



He settled in front of the small fire burning in the grate. The war had been over for two and a half years, and he had been training for nearly eighteen months now. It was hard going, but Harry enjoyed it. He enjoyed developing new talents, and making new friends. His chief regret was that it was so demanding that he rarely had the energy to see his friends during his free time. He felt especially bad that he hadn’t seen Teddy in over three months, but that wasn’t just about being too busy.



Teddy spent a lot of his time with the Weasleys at the weekends, and visiting Teddy meant seeing Ginny, and more awkwardly, her seeing him.



After the war, he had gone back to her, drifting into something familiar and safe, without really questioning the reasons behind it. It had taken him nine months to realise that what he felt for Ginny wasn’t love. It wasn’t what a boyfriend should feel for his girlfriend. And so he had ended it.



Ginny hadn’t been happy.



He sighed to himself as he stretched out. The small living room was snug and he had to admit that being single suited him perfectly. More and more he realised that he had been right to end things with Ginny. He loved her, yes, but as a little sister, as part of his extended family. He didn’t want to sleep with her. In fact the thought revolted him.



Sex didn’t figure largely in his life. He felt a wry smile twist his face. Who would have thought that the hero of the wizarding world, who had had offers from every quarter, would still be a virgin at 20? He liked touching himself, and wanked regularly, although the images that passed through his mind sometimes disturbed him.



Even to himself he didn’t want to acknowledge the truth: he was gay.



Thus it was that every night when he gripped his shaft, he scolded himself to think of soft breasts and rounded hips, and instead imagined a large prick ramming into his ass, a slender chest pressing hard against his back, heavy balls slapping against his skin. He usually imagined a stern voice telling him to stop writhing, and it was that voice, coupled with the heavy thrusting he could almost feel, that sent him over the edge.



And in the morning he told himself it had been a one off.



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Severus glowered at his students. Tonight was his appointment with Poppy, and he knew that his short temper was linked to that, but still, why did the pupils have to be so stupid?! How hard was it to listen and turn to the correct page in a book?! But no, instead, one idiot had read the wrong section and so when Severus had cast the jinx the boy had been unable to defend himself.



They were all back for a detention.



He hated it. Hated teaching, hated his life, hated everything. Yet he had to remain at Hogwarts, or at the very least, he had to find a reason to visit the school on a weekly basis, and being a teacher was the best way of covering up that problem.



Idly he wondered whether it had been worth it. Had what he had had with Aidan Marshall all those years ago been worth the price he had paid?