The Children of Atum

*** Betaed by picofoxy on 6 August 09 ***

Chapter 3: Beautiful Baby Boy

It was decided that Remus and Sirius would stay at Grimmauld place with baby Harry. The protection wards were formidable, the library extensive in both dark and light magics and there was Kreacher who had made a vast improvement in the property already. Overjoyed at having a proper master in the house as well as the little master, and the portraits, especially Walburga, which were mines of information. It was decided that Severus would have minimal contact with the boy, as he was normally a solitary man. Spending most of his time at the castle in the dungeons and they didn’t want Dumbledore to be suspicious of his change in habits, unfortunately Dumbledore was a necessary evil at this time, it was his testimony that kept Snape out of Azkaban.

By the age of two Harry was physically over his short stay with his relatives, he had put back on some of the weight that he lost due to missing meals and Severus had supplied various potions to get the boy back to proper strength. Harry was also slowly becoming used to physical contact and as he progressed became very affectionate, often curling up around one of his two guardians, almost purring when they would run their fingers through his hair.

It wasn’t until his third birthday however that Harry performed his first bit of accidental magic since the Dursleys had “beat it out of him.” The poor boy had sobbed and apologised, he hadn’t meant to make the present float over to him but he’d been so excited about his birthday and he wanted the gift so much. Sirius and Remus were quick to assure him how wonderful it was and that it was great he was showing magic and demonstrated several times that they could do the same thing. After the sobs ended the celebration was continued with a bit more fervor now that Harry was doing magic again.

Harry received some new story books, both Muggle and wizard from Remus for them to read together. A toy broom stick from Sirius, and a ‘My First Potions Kit’ from Severus both of whom grumbled about the others gifts and his favorite gift of all was a tiny black and grey Kneazle kitten with brilliant green eyes, from Arabella Figg. It had a red ribbon collar around its neck with a blank silver nametag.

“She was born six weeks ago Harry,” Arabella explained, “she’s so curious and intelligent and I thought she was just like you Harry so I knew she should be yours.”

Harry with tears in his eyes carefully cradled the kitten to his chest.

“Thank you Aunt Figgy, she’s so cute! What is her name? I can keep her right?” He asked the last part looking at his uncles.

“Of course you can cub” Remus replied.

“She doesn’t have a name yet Harry, I thought I would let you name it, what do you want to call her?” Arabella inquired.

“I… I don’t know… can I think about it?” Harry asked, and smiled when he received nods of approval. Arabella went on to explain that the kitten would be an excellent companion for Harry, that Kneazles’ had an excellent ability to detect suspicious people and were aggressive to those that were a threat to their master. Also if Harry were ever to get lost with the Kitten, it would help to lead him home. (1)

The candles were blown out, all three at the same time as Harry proudly pointed out, the wish was made, cake was eaten and the five members of this strange little family (plus the kitten) sat in the parlor listening to the wizarding wireless and catching up. Hiding the fact that Harry was with Sirius and Remus meant that it was difficult for them all to be together. Snape was always at Hogwarts, Sirius had his work as an Auror and Mrs. Figg needed to spend most of her time in Surrey, pretending to watch over Harry. Remus being a werewolf had trouble finding work thus spent most of his time at home with Harry, entertaining and watching the lad.

Harry seemed to be completely in love with the little Kneazle kitten; Remus could have sworn he heard the boy purring lightly with it as they played together, he seemed to know exactly what the kitten wanted, and where she wanted to be scratched. Remus smiled fondly, knowing that the Kneazle would help the boy immensely, giving him a friend to play with and keep him company when the adults weren't around.

That night as Harry curled into bed beside Remus with the Kitten on his lap for story time. They read a story about the ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses. Remus always tried to get stories based on facts or legends, using story time as an educational tool as well as entertainment. From this story Harry decided to call the kitten Sekhmet, for the Egyptian lioness-headed goddess of war and destruction, an apt name given the state of the parlor now with mauled cat toys strewn around. It wouldn’t be till later that they would discover just how apt the name would be.

A weary Remus kissed the now sleeping boy’s forehead and went into the room he shared with Sirius, the two men despite being together tried not to make it too obvious for the small boy. They were dreading the day that Harry would start asking awkward questions about their relationship. Moony’s wolf and Sirius’ animagus both considered Harry part of the pack but the men were wary of the animals replacing James with Harry to recreate their triad. The boy looked so much like his father but with those stunning green eyes and impish smile he was so beautiful.

Remus slid into bed with his mate hugging him tight his thoughts on the boy in the next room, trying to calm the wolf’s desire; the wolf coming close to the surface as the full moon approached.

“He is a beautiful baby boy,” Sirius commented, picking up on Remus thoughts.

“Perhaps one day he will be ours, when he’s older.” To which Remus groaned, pulling himself on top of his mate kissing him deeply, pouring in his love for his mate and his cub. Pushing up Sirius’s nightshirt he latched onto a sensitive nipple growling as he felt his lover’s erection forming between their thighs. Sirius grabbed Remus’s hips pulling him tightly towards him grinding their now uncovered members together. Suddenly Remus rolled Sirius over pulling his waist up so that he could reach his arse, Sirius moaned, he was usually the dominate partner in bed but near the full moon the wolf took over and Sirius loved it.

Remus separated the firm cheeks in front of him burying his nose in the warmth, breathing in his mate’s scent. He ran his tongue along Sirius’ crevice, pushing slightly on the rosebud, then running around it and pushing back in as far as he could reach, eliciting a moan of appreciation from his partner. Remus cast a quick lubrication charm on Sirius’ passage. Thrusting a finger into him and beginning to stretch the tight channel, adding a finger and then another quickly, the impatient wolf decided that was enough preparation. Remus quickly repositioned himself behind his mate rubbing the head of his penis against Sirius’s arse then suddenly pushing in, burying his member deeply into the tight heat. Sirius howled at the sudden intrusion but was soon moving against his mate trying to get more friction.

Taking the hint Remus pulled partly out of, a whimpering, Sirius then pushing quickly back in, he began moving in long deep thrusts, gripping tightly onto Sirius’s waist, quickly developing a rhythm. Leaning over his lover to bite his shoulder he slipped an arm around to grip the neglected cock, rubbing the precum pooling at the tip over the entire head, feeling his orgasm approaching he pulled on his lover’s cock a few times before releasing his seed inside the animagus' arse. Sirius with the combined feeling of his lover filling him with his cum and pulling him came suddenly onto the bed underneath him. The two rolled down onto the bed, Remus absently picking up his wand to cast cleaning charms then snuggled into his lover burying his face in his hair hugging him tightly, the pair falling asleep, Remus’ softening cock still in Sirius.

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Meanwhile Severus, who was staying at Grimmauld overnight just this once, was also thinking of the beautiful boy down the hall. He couldn’t help it, those huge green eyes and perfect pink lips; he got hard just thinking about him. He couldn’t wait until the boy was older; he promised himself that he would be the one to show the boy the world of carnal pleasure. Getting up from his bed he decided to check on the boy, just to make sure he was safe he told himself. Walking past the mutt and the wolf’s door he heard the sounds of their love-making and smiled, neither of them would be checking on the boy tonight!

He quietly entered the room, looking down on the innocent beauty in front of him, lips slightly parted, bare chest showing pink dusty nipples, tousled hair. Snape couldn’t help but moan at the sight, the boy twitching slightly at the noise but not waking up. The man quickly cast a sleeping spell over the boy so that he would not wake; he didn’t want to frighten Harry. He slid his hand down to his fly, pulling it down past his straining erection. Letting his cock spring free of its confines; he pulled lightly on his foreskin then pulled it to expose the head, rubbing a thumb over the slit and collecting a drop of precum. He sighed, knowing that this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be here but he simply couldn’t help it. He tentatively placed the thumb on the boy’s lower lip, spreading the droplet over the pink skin then pushing it forward into the boy’s mouth. The child’s suckle reflex kicking in as he immediately sucked on the digit, drawing it into his hot wet mouth. Severus couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at this, bringing his other hand onto his erection he pulled hard, and started a pace matching the suckling of the boy, trying to imagine those lips around his large cock.

The imagery and sensations were too much for the man. He quickly directed his orgasm over the young boy. Covering him with his white stringy cum. Gods he looked so good like this, so innocent and yet debauched, the Potions Master trailed a finger through the mess on the boy’s face and brought it up to those lips, allowing the boy to suck it off in his sleep. He thought he could do this all night, feeding the unconscious boy his seed, allowing him to massage his finger with his tongue but he should leave in case one of the boy’s guardians decided to check up on him. After one last look at the boy he cast a cleaning charm and lifted the sleeping spell so that the boy would wake naturally in the morning and fled the room, missing the sated smile on the boys face as he unconsciously started to suck his thumb.