The Enemy of my Enemy
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
17,358
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
9
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I do not own any of the Harry Potter books or any characters found therein. I make no profit from these stories. Hell, the plots not even really mine. The syntax and diction of the story is all I own.
Searching
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Chapter 3: Searching
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A/N:) ok. I know I had this chapter already posted, but I had a brilliant idea the will keep me from having to do alot of explaining later on. you will find out about my stroke of genius in the fourth chapter, Which I am proud to say, is finished and posted. Yay!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters there-in.
Chapter 3: Searching _
Harry woke up the next day with a smile on his face and warm sunlight streaming in through the window. He had just had the first good nights sleep that he had had since as long as he could remember. He felt rested and ready to face the world. With the smile still firmly in place he sat up and let the covers fall away from his naked chest as he stretched his arms over his head.
He turned to look at Hedwig, saying 'good morning' and laughing when all he got was a one-eyed glare before she returned to her slumber. Stepping out of bed, his grin only broadened when he felt the soft glide of his new egyptian cotton boxers against his skin. He had gone all out in the clothes department the day before and now had at least ten pairs of egyptian cotton boxers and ten pairs of silk boxers that had been magicked to stretch and move like regular cotton ones to make them more comfortable. Whoever had come up with that idea had been a bloody genius.
Fetching some clothes from the small, plain wardrobe in the room he headed for a shower, trying to think of what he wanted to do today. He figured that he could stop by Diagon alley. He needed to pick up a few potions books and ingredients. If he was going to stop being Dumble-Dumb's puppet then he would need to start letting his true intellect shine through. That meant he would have to deal with his friends when they found out just how much he has kept from them about his true self. He hoped they didn't mind. He really did like having them around. He just hated that even the person who was supposed to be his best friend would turn on him based only on the latest unfavorable rumor about him. The frown that had covered his face quirked into a smirk as he thought of Rons reaction when he heard just how many potions Harry had purposefully sabotaged in order to fit into his role as the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
While he was in Diagon alley he might as well stop by Quality Quidditch Supplies and pick up a few things that he wanted. He was wanting to slip into Knockturn alley to check up on a couple of things as well. There were a few suspicions that he wanted to see either confirmed or denied. It would help him more if they were confirmed but he hoped that Dumbledore hadn't been lying about that at least.
He finished showering and quickly dressed. He grabbed a cloak and left, being sure to greet Tom on his way out. The bar keep had been nothing but kind to him since the first time they met. Not to mention that he had been extremely discrete about Harry's staying at his Inn. Harry really appreciated it. Though he guessed he should have expected as much. Tom was as loyal to Hagrid and Hagrid's friends as Hagrid himself was to Dumbledore.
As he stepped onto the crowded street, Harry kept one eye on his first destination and another on the crowd. He smirked when he saw that only a few people had stopped what they were doing to look at him. He had to admit, he really liked finally being able to be himself. He headed into Quality Quidditch Supplies and barely stopped himself from laughing as the man behind the counter drooled over him for ten minutes before practically jumping over the counter to get to him.
"Welcome to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Can I help you find anything?" the taller man queried. Harry smiled at him and shook his head.
"Thank you but I know where everything is."
"Well, if your sure. Please let me know if you need anything at all. I'll more than happy to help."
Harry smiled again and nodded. The clerk left and he quickly gathered the things that he wanted. After paying he hurried to the nearest apothecary. He bought a little of everything, including the more expensive and rare items.
Finally, he pulled up the hood of his cloak and approached Knockturn alley.
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Knockturn was dark and to the untrained eye seemed abandoned. At least until someone jumped out at you trying to sell you something - or someone. Harry did his best to avoid them, but a few still managed to block his path and delay his progress. When he was nearing his destination, a particularly burly man managed to stop Harry before he could dodge him. As he tried to push past him, he felt the tip of a wand being jabbed into his side.
"Not so fast." the wizard said as Harry looked up at him. "Hmmm, seems like you've lost your way, ay young man? But don't you worry, I'll take good care of you. For a price. of course." the mans hand slid down and groped his ass.
Harry discretely flicked his wand out of his sleeve and shoved it under the mans chin. Before he could utter the spell though the man was pulled back and thrown through the nearest window.
Harry looked where his would-be attacker had been only moments before and found himself studying a tall man with strawberry-blonde hair and odd silver-green eyes. The man was wearing skin tight black jeans that hugged every line and curve of his legs, all the way down to his almost impossibly thin calves. His shirt was a simple design. A long-sleeved, deep green, and skin tight - that seemed to be a theme with the man - V neck with a slim, black-outlined, silver infinity symbol at the bottom of the 'V'. Around the strangers neck was a black, silk choker that was to be covered in ancient-looking symbols. The mans muggle clothing was off-set by a hooded cloak that hung off his shoulders, hood thrown back. His strength was obvious, though it didn't show in his lithe frame. It showed in the confidence of his stance and the appraising look he sent others on the street.
A look that was soon turned on Harry.
With a flick of the wrist, Harry's wand was back in its hidden sheath. Harry nodded his head to the man. "Thank you. He was starting to annoy me. Why don't I take you for a bite to eat to show my gratitude?"
"That's awfully generous of you." He replied. "I happen to know a good pub near here, if you wouldn't mind."
"Lead the way."
As the man turned, Harry missed the smirk on the his face.
A/n: I know, I know, I didn't change much. But the new character is going to have a steady role in this fic and he has been 'nagging' me about his implied evil-ness in this chapter. Also, this chapter was sorta stepping on the toes of the fourth one, making it impossible. So, I'm sorry if you don't like the changes, but I hope that you'll bare with me here. You may very well come to enjoy them.
Chapter 3: Searching
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A/N:) ok. I know I had this chapter already posted, but I had a brilliant idea the will keep me from having to do alot of explaining later on. you will find out about my stroke of genius in the fourth chapter, Which I am proud to say, is finished and posted. Yay!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters there-in.
Chapter 3: Searching _
Harry woke up the next day with a smile on his face and warm sunlight streaming in through the window. He had just had the first good nights sleep that he had had since as long as he could remember. He felt rested and ready to face the world. With the smile still firmly in place he sat up and let the covers fall away from his naked chest as he stretched his arms over his head.
He turned to look at Hedwig, saying 'good morning' and laughing when all he got was a one-eyed glare before she returned to her slumber. Stepping out of bed, his grin only broadened when he felt the soft glide of his new egyptian cotton boxers against his skin. He had gone all out in the clothes department the day before and now had at least ten pairs of egyptian cotton boxers and ten pairs of silk boxers that had been magicked to stretch and move like regular cotton ones to make them more comfortable. Whoever had come up with that idea had been a bloody genius.
Fetching some clothes from the small, plain wardrobe in the room he headed for a shower, trying to think of what he wanted to do today. He figured that he could stop by Diagon alley. He needed to pick up a few potions books and ingredients. If he was going to stop being Dumble-Dumb's puppet then he would need to start letting his true intellect shine through. That meant he would have to deal with his friends when they found out just how much he has kept from them about his true self. He hoped they didn't mind. He really did like having them around. He just hated that even the person who was supposed to be his best friend would turn on him based only on the latest unfavorable rumor about him. The frown that had covered his face quirked into a smirk as he thought of Rons reaction when he heard just how many potions Harry had purposefully sabotaged in order to fit into his role as the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
While he was in Diagon alley he might as well stop by Quality Quidditch Supplies and pick up a few things that he wanted. He was wanting to slip into Knockturn alley to check up on a couple of things as well. There were a few suspicions that he wanted to see either confirmed or denied. It would help him more if they were confirmed but he hoped that Dumbledore hadn't been lying about that at least.
He finished showering and quickly dressed. He grabbed a cloak and left, being sure to greet Tom on his way out. The bar keep had been nothing but kind to him since the first time they met. Not to mention that he had been extremely discrete about Harry's staying at his Inn. Harry really appreciated it. Though he guessed he should have expected as much. Tom was as loyal to Hagrid and Hagrid's friends as Hagrid himself was to Dumbledore.
As he stepped onto the crowded street, Harry kept one eye on his first destination and another on the crowd. He smirked when he saw that only a few people had stopped what they were doing to look at him. He had to admit, he really liked finally being able to be himself. He headed into Quality Quidditch Supplies and barely stopped himself from laughing as the man behind the counter drooled over him for ten minutes before practically jumping over the counter to get to him.
"Welcome to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Can I help you find anything?" the taller man queried. Harry smiled at him and shook his head.
"Thank you but I know where everything is."
"Well, if your sure. Please let me know if you need anything at all. I'll more than happy to help."
Harry smiled again and nodded. The clerk left and he quickly gathered the things that he wanted. After paying he hurried to the nearest apothecary. He bought a little of everything, including the more expensive and rare items.
Finally, he pulled up the hood of his cloak and approached Knockturn alley.
_
Knockturn was dark and to the untrained eye seemed abandoned. At least until someone jumped out at you trying to sell you something - or someone. Harry did his best to avoid them, but a few still managed to block his path and delay his progress. When he was nearing his destination, a particularly burly man managed to stop Harry before he could dodge him. As he tried to push past him, he felt the tip of a wand being jabbed into his side.
"Not so fast." the wizard said as Harry looked up at him. "Hmmm, seems like you've lost your way, ay young man? But don't you worry, I'll take good care of you. For a price. of course." the mans hand slid down and groped his ass.
Harry discretely flicked his wand out of his sleeve and shoved it under the mans chin. Before he could utter the spell though the man was pulled back and thrown through the nearest window.
Harry looked where his would-be attacker had been only moments before and found himself studying a tall man with strawberry-blonde hair and odd silver-green eyes. The man was wearing skin tight black jeans that hugged every line and curve of his legs, all the way down to his almost impossibly thin calves. His shirt was a simple design. A long-sleeved, deep green, and skin tight - that seemed to be a theme with the man - V neck with a slim, black-outlined, silver infinity symbol at the bottom of the 'V'. Around the strangers neck was a black, silk choker that was to be covered in ancient-looking symbols. The mans muggle clothing was off-set by a hooded cloak that hung off his shoulders, hood thrown back. His strength was obvious, though it didn't show in his lithe frame. It showed in the confidence of his stance and the appraising look he sent others on the street.
A look that was soon turned on Harry.
With a flick of the wrist, Harry's wand was back in its hidden sheath. Harry nodded his head to the man. "Thank you. He was starting to annoy me. Why don't I take you for a bite to eat to show my gratitude?"
"That's awfully generous of you." He replied. "I happen to know a good pub near here, if you wouldn't mind."
"Lead the way."
As the man turned, Harry missed the smirk on the his face.
A/n: I know, I know, I didn't change much. But the new character is going to have a steady role in this fic and he has been 'nagging' me about his implied evil-ness in this chapter. Also, this chapter was sorta stepping on the toes of the fourth one, making it impossible. So, I'm sorry if you don't like the changes, but I hope that you'll bare with me here. You may very well come to enjoy them.