Passion Play

Chapter Four

Harry spent all Sunday with Bill at the Serpent Pyramid. Well, Harry wasn’t sure if that was the technical name but the two thought it was fitting all things considering. The Weasley family had gone off to explore some more and after much badgering from Ron; Bill finally told him to get lost in a rather sharp tone than the rest of the clan were used too.

“There’s one more trap that I can’t seem to take down. It exudes Dark Magic though.”

They down in the hole on the edge of the entrance. Bill had blasted the hole apart making it much larger and more comfortable. He was sitting there, staring at the blackened hole, thinking.

“Hmm, conjure a snake for us and I can ask it to go through and see what happens to it?”

Bill smiled. “Perfect! Serpensortia!”

A cobra appeared and hissed but Harry was already on it, with his own commands.

‘Master of Snakes.’ It’s head bobbed.

‘I need you to go through that darkened entrance and tell me what you see or hear.’ Harry said feeling slightly bad that he may be sending the thing to his death.

‘Yes Master.’ It did as it was told slithering through the open area.

‘Master there are things inside… dark bone hands… things... Creatures of darkness… cold, so cold! I don’t like-Ahhhhhh!’

“Shit!” Harry gasped.

“What?”

“It’s dead. The trap is a creature. You‘re feeling Dark Creatures.”

“What is it?”

“Dark with bone hands…” he muttered. Bill shook his head in confusion. “No idea?”

“None that I can think of.”

“He said it was cold,” Harry said softly turning his eyes toward the hole.

Bill murmured and incantation and a leather bound tome appeared out of nowhere. Before it could fall on someone’s head, the redhead snatched it out of the air and began to sift through it. Harry slipped closer to see over his shoulder.

After ten minutes, Bill paused on the first creature. A black cloaked thing with a bony rotting hands. “Dementor, but in Egypt?!” He said in horror.

“What’s a Dementor?” Harry asked.

Bill shuddered. “Dementors are disgusting, dark cold creatures. They are the guards of Azkaban. They suck out souls and bring misery and depression. They take all the happiness out of a person and it’s surroundings, they can drive you insane if left in the company of them long enough.”

“Azkaban?” Harry winced, feeling so very stupid.

“The Wizarding Prison.”

“Oh,” Harry breathed. “Why would they have such Dark Creatures watching that place?”

“They were once followers of You Know Who.”

Harry laughed. “It’s Voldemort, Bill.”

The redhead flinched. “Right…” he said in disbelief.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Voldemort!” He said a little louder.

“Stop!” Bill cringed.

“Voldemort.” Harry grinned cheekily and was given a whack on the head with that large leather bound book.

“Hush you!”

“Voldemort, Voldemort, Volde-” But he was cut off by a sloppy sweaty kiss to the lips. “Hmm..”

The light salt on Bill’s lips was licked from Harry’s tongue. The bright sun that shined down on the two of them was completely ignored.

“You are evil!” Bill hissed. He had Harry pressed up against the dirt wall of the hole.

“The fear of a name increases the fear of the thing itself,” Harry preached underneath the sexy man. He tapped the man’s chest. “You shouldn’t fear his name. Fear him, yes, but don’t fear the name, it’s really rather ridiculous. It’s what he wants, it’s what he strove for.”

Bill sighed and laughed darkly. “You - are - unbelievable.” He pressed his head to the boy’s shoulder. Their sweat mixed and mingled, but neither cared.

“Voldemort!” Harry said in his ear, making Bill flinch again. “Or if you wish, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Half-blood extraordinaire.”

“Half-blood?”

“Mhmm, his father was a filthy Muggle,” Harry purred. “He rearranged the letters of his name, I am Lord Voldemort.”

Bill kissed him again and then pulled back. “Back to what we were discussing before we broached that subject.”

Harry stuck out his tongue. “Dementors, Azkaban, Voldemort.”

Bill didn’t flinch but his eye twitched uncomfortably. “Yes, anyway the only other thing this could possibly be is a Lethifold, which is like a small Dementor only it dwells in the tropics.”

“We need an intelligent snake!” Harry grumbled. “Ones that know what things are.”

“Well, the only way to fight a Dementor is a Patronus Charm.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a pure guardian. Draw up the happiest memory you could ever think of and then say the words, ‘Expecto Patronum,’ it’s very advanced magic. Took me nine months to master.”

“Wow, so you think of a happy memory and conjure it?”

“It’s supposed to be a real happy memory. It’s a very hard bit of magic. Most Aurors can’t do it, but I decided that in this line of work you never know.”

“And if it’s not a Dementor and we startled something much more sinister, what do we do then, little raven?”

Harry paused in his thoughts and then looked at Bill with all seriousness. “Run like hell?”

All he got in reply to that was a loud booming laughter.

“I think I’m going to have to send in an entire excavation team for this. We can’t do this solo.” Bill and Harry were walking back toward the village. He had a canteen of cold water, which he took a drink of and handed it to Harry who followed suit. “Though I do try, sometimes working with other wizards and goblins can be a tedious affair. But dammit we are so close!”

Harry giggled at the excitement in Bill’s voice. He was like a kid in a candy shop.

“Thank you Harry!” Bill insisted automatically carding his fingers through Harry’s damp hair. “Without you I wouldn’t have even opened it.”

Harry laughed. “It was a whim that I can talk to snakes.”

“You’re the only one alive. We’d have never gotten in otherwise. I’d have spent ten years trying to pry it open I bet.”

“Now that wouldn’t do. Have you ever ran into Parseltongue tombs before?”

“Yes,” Bill said as they headed toward Gringotts together. “But there’s always a second option. A second entrance and usually we can manage blowing the doors off after about two months worth of research and scans. But really, having that ability would be so much easier.”

Harry remained by Bill’s side as he got a hold of one of the goblins and finally reported his findings. At first, the goblin was dubious and rather intimidating but then when Bill mentioned the breakthrough of the place itself, he was immediately sending off a desert bird with several invoices.

“I would appreciate having Andrew Decariah on my team if you can manage it. He specializes in Dark Creatures…”

“That can be arrange Mr. Weasley,” the old goblin croaked out.

“Also, can I get a temporary permit to allow underage magic?”

The goblin narrowed his eyes shrewdly and turned to Harry. “What’s your name?” He grunted.

“Harry Potter,” he said instantly.

The goblin stared and Harry cringed. Bill smirked. “Harry here speaks Parseltongue, which is how I got the tomb open in the first place.”

“I believe that I can get it all sorted out,” He said nodding sharply. “We’ll be very happy to assist you Mr. Potter.”

“Thanks,” Harry said automatically.

They received a permit twenty minutes later. Bill’s smirk turned into a grin as they left. “That was too damn easy.”

“Heh.” Harry looked it over. “So I can do magic?”

“Yep, for the rest of the summer. Your name holds a lot of sway even with the goblins.”

Harry grimaced. “Yeah, obviously,” he muttered unhappily.

“What’s wrong?” Bill asked leading them back to the cottage.

“I was always adverse to the fame thing,” Harry intoned. “People immediately go for the scar and expect me to remember that night. It drives me insane.”

Bill’s hand latched onto him and they stopped midway to the cottage. He pushed Harry’s messy hair out of the way revealing his forehead and pressed a chaste kiss to his scar.

The blazing sun couldn’t melt Harry but Bill’s tender kiss to his forehead certainly did.

“Don’t worry about those bastards,” Bill whispered moving from the boy’s scar to kiss his nose and then lips.

(o)

Over the next few days, Harry learnt that he really enjoyed giving just as much as he took. Bill had opened up his sexual drive and as a young teenager that drive intensified.

One such morning, Harry moved from the bed, his erection hard from the images of Bill’s mouth the night before. He found the man on his mind fast asleep in his room with a very thin sheet covering his obviously naked body.

Harry was in nothing but white silk boxers. Moving like a ghost, he was silent and used his lightweight figure to his advantage to get up onto the bed without shaking and alerting his prey to what he was about to do.

Just seeing Bill lay there in the soft rays of Egyptian sunlight that sprayed in through the window, made Harry’s member to throb in an attempt to get harder. He felt the blood rush and grinned as he moved between the man’s slightly parted legs and peeled the sheet back.

The man’s cock even when soft was nicely proportioned. It was resting up, limp, and to the side. He began with a wet swipe across from the base to the top. He bit his lip and snickered silently when Bill sighed in his sleep but didn’t wake, though his cock gained a bit of length at the touch.

He did it again, this time making it wetter, covered the top with his mouth, and began to suck. The thickness and length grew in his mouth.

Bill moaned, his breathing picking up. Happy that the cock was now at full length and hard to maximum, Harry curled his fingers around the base and began to suck and run the length of his shaft with fervor.

He loved the feel of it in his mouth, how it rested on the back of his throat sometimes gagging him. Harry could never go the whole way down. He was only just learning, but he knew his limits already. Being gagged and smothered by Bill’s cock he was still left with some, he couldn’t put in, not for the lack of trying.

When his jaws began to tire, he started licking gentle strokes up and down the length.

With Bill’s loud unfeigned moans came his hands, which fisted his messy black hair. Harry was able to see him from where he was between the man’s legs.

Bill’s eyes were open, wide, and staring at him, watching. “Fuck… fuck…”

When Harry was sure his jaw was well rested, he flicked his tongue across the top before deep throating him.

“Oh- fuck - yes!” Bill gripped his head making him stay down and gag on it until streams of spit rolled out of Harry’s mouth in copious amounts layering him.

The tears formed in Harry’s eyes from the reflex action and as he was gliding back up the man’s cock, Bill cried out for him, his body convulsing and the cum pooled out into Harry’s mouth, and he managed to choke most of the seed down while whatever was left mixed with the spit.

“Fucking hell!” Bill groused heavily. “What did you do to me?”

“Sucked your cock,” Harry spoke the obvious in a hoarse voice. He wiped his mouth as best as he could. He was trying not to cough up what he drank down.

Laughing darkly, Bill tugged his black hair. “Yes, I gathered that. Get your teasing arse up here!” He growled reaching down and yanking the teen up his body. Harry giggled and straddled Bill’s sexy torso. “Get those fuckers off!”

Harry shimmied out of his boxers at the same time his come-flavoured mouth was being invaded by Bill’s tongue.

Bill’s hands took a new approach; they reached around and started rubbing his cheeks. “Perfect little arse, I’m going to take this a step further since you seduced me so wonderfully,” Bill hissed licking his tongue. “Lay on your stomach.”

Harry gulped silently and complied, sliding from Bill’s chest to the bed, face down.

Bill reached for his wand. “Arch your back,” he commanded, his eyes traced down the beautiful light bronzing tan that covered the teen’s entire body. His arse was particularly lovely to see sticking up. He ran his hand along the mounded curves, causing Harry to shiver. “Part your knees,” he whispered though he didn’t need too. He couldn’t help himself. He was soft and flawless.

With two quick spells, Harry squeaked and gasped, his eyes widened and watered a little.

“Cleansing Charms, it dissolves anything from the inside out, you’ll get used to it.” Harry clutched the pillows underneath him and lay there. “Relax.” His partner commanded and he did. He really did relaxed, feeling safe and comfortable in this man’s hands.

Harry would never do this for anyone else and Bill would never do this to anyone else. He’d never think of such wrong things. He did not consider Harry to be his age. He just couldn’t.

He wasn’t very hard right then considering he’d been taken by surprise at Bill’s actions. His hands began to massage him. His eyes fluttered closed at the sensual touch. A finger glided along the crease toward a most sensation spot between his legs. Zaps of pleasure hit Harry full on sending the arousal back into his cock that shot right up; a soft wet kiss played across his skin, his partner continued to rub that most tantalizing spot. To Harry’s quivering delight, Bill gingerly spread him before plunging his tongue and mouth onto the sensitive entrance.

“Ahhh,” Harry moaned and gripped the sheets of the bed. The pleasure that hit him could not be described. He was devoured by that slick experienced tongue; pushing and lapping at the ridged ring.

Bill slowed down; soft kisses were placed before he pulled back a few inches and slid his finger upwards toward the tight sweet entrance. He grinned and listened to Harry’s perfect noises. He circled his middle across the teen’s sensitive skin and once it was well lubricated, he slowly broke the skin.

Gasping, Harry clamped down on the pillow with his teeth. “Oooh,” he hummed with delirium.

“Like that?” Bill asked pressing kisses up the boy’s back and watching his fingers invade.

“Mhmm,” Harry purred panting and allowing the sensation to envelope him completely. His cock was pressed against a pillow and he couldn’t help but move his hips against the finger inside of him. The carnal gratification snapped through him dangerously. He almost begged for more but he didn’t. He couldn’t explain this particular feeling, it was too good for words.

Bill stroked his hardened cock, listening to Harry and watching him take his finger up his virgin hole sent his hormones back into a massive overdrive. The boy moaned louder and began to rock himself confidently against the intrusion until he sank all the way down against Bill’s knuckle.

“Ahhhh!”

Free and leaving his cock, he pulled Harry’s hair back and pressed kisses to his neck. “Do you want another finger?” Bill asked huskily. He loved the way the boy’s cheeks flushed in arousal, his eyes were glazed, and pure ecstasy was there.

“Yes…” Was his strangled answer.

The second finger took Harry quite a bit to get used too, but Bill was slow, kissing around his arse and flicking that tongue across his perineum. It heightened his senses to new levels. A level of extreme that made him scream with deep-seated pleasure. “That’s it, rock back on my fingers,” he encouraged and watched with delight as Harry complied and found himself bouncing and shuddering excitedly. “You are wild, little raven. You need me don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Harry barely managed, trying to hold onto a strand of coherency only to lose it again with the waves of pleasure. “More…”

“Greedy little boy,” Bill taunted, nibbling around the boy’s twisting back.

Harry cock leaked and his body quaked. He squirmed reached around to pull Bill closer. The man pushed him down onto his side; he pulled his fingers around getting a frustrated whimpering protest from his little lover.

“Nooo,” Harry squealed in agony.

“Awe do you want more?” Bill slid up to level out to Harry and brushed their cocks together.

Gasping at the contact, Harry moaned. “Yes, please!” He kissed needingly. Bill took one slender leg, placed it over his hip, and slid down the teen’s silky thigh back toward his begging hole.

He took over both of Harry’s holes, one with his tongue and the other with two fingers. Harry began to bounce, pushing and grinding their cocks together, the way Bill had intended it. His little partner was insatiable, he knew what he liked, and he threw all caution to the wind and purred so sensually in Bill’s mouth.

The redhead could only imagine how Harry would do with his cock stuffed up that tight hot hole. It was almost impossible to stretch with his two fingers, he could only imagine more. “Enjoy it, little raven, keep bouncing. Don’t stop now.” His fingers were working smoothly now, Harry’s arse completely used to him. It was a perfect sexy little bounce.

“Mmm…” Harry threw his head back and squirmed back and forth. Between the friction of their cocks and those lovely fingers fucking him, the tears ran at the same time his cock released.

“That’s it, keep coming.” Bill picked up speed and the combination of everything forced his load to explode and mix with the shuddering, sobbing boy-who-lived. He took his fingers out and squeezed Harry who snuggled close to him. Their sticky bodies meshed together nicely. “Beautiful,” he hummed into the boy’s ear. He was clinging tightly as though Bill would disappear. But there was no way he was going anywhere. Not without his little raven.

Harry buried his face into Bill’s neck and tried to get rid of the sobs that wracked him. Nothing had ever felt so good and so intrusive at the same time. He shivered as those once sexually sinister fingertips glided up his spine. He giggled softly and got a kiss on the head for doing so.

“Wild little raven.”

“That what I am?” Harry mumbled raising his head to look at Bill.

“Yes, you have to be. You are an insatiable little raven that causes me to do very evil things.”

“But I like your evil things,” Harry said shamelessly.

Bill laughed. “Of course you do and so do I, but this doesn’t make me feel any better about ravaging a thirteen-year-old.”

“If you don’t, who will?” Harry queried in logic.

The redhead wondered that briefly before scowling. “No one!” His tone came out hot and possessive, though he had no idea why exactly. But the thought of someone touching Harry made him angry. Bill didn’t like it. He kissed the boy on the side of the mouth. “I’ll never hurt you. If you want me to stop-”

Harry placed a hand to his mouth effectively hushing him. “I don’t want you to stop,” he whispered. “And not because my hormones say so. It’s better that I do this with someone I trust, someone I know, and someone with experience rather than somebody who will hurt me.”

“Your right. I just wish you were a little older, one year would make all the difference.”

“What’s legal in the Wizarding World?”

“Fourteen and fifteen are about the legal ages. Thirteen is cutting it so roughly. I feel like a dirty man.”

“You are a dirty man,” Harry teased. “But one of a very different kind.” He giggled when Bill playfully scowled and grabbed him around the waist as he sat up. He brought Harry with him and made him sit straddled in his lap. “Besides, I’m old enough to die but not old enough to have someone I trust touch me?” Bill frowned at that comparison. Harry kissed the frown. “It’s true though isn’t it? Every year since I’ve been here in this world, I’ve faced Voldemort in one form or another. He tried to kill me not once and not twice but multiple times. He tried to knock me off my broom, nearly attacked me in the forest if it hadn’t been for a centaur…”

“Forest?” Bill yelped. “When?”

“First year, Hagrid took us out into the forest to try and find a wounded unicorn. I found the unicorn… and the attacker… together… and it attacked me. It was Voldemort.”

“Merlin.”

“Then I saw him on the back of Quirrell's head. Then the Chamber of Secrets opened because of idiot Malfoy and - yeah I saw Voldemort’s teenage self.” Bill cursed and clutched Harry tight. “So, I can nearly die but I can’t be touched?”

“You makes sense and I’m not going to stop but psychologically, I feel I might go to far.”

Harry pressed a chaste kiss against him. “You did something to me, Bill. In just three and a half weeks, you changed me…”

Bill smiled and ran his hands up and down Harry’s bare back. “I did, didn’t I?” He saw it. The shy nature was still there but he was no longer introverted and frightened of speaking out. His confidence was where it was supposed to be and it only amplified the bright spirit Harry held.

Harry hugged him around the neck in response. He played with the ends of Bill’s long hair.

“We should get up, my parents-” As if someone had been listening there was a loud riotous amount of noise outside which signaled the twins and then Mrs. Weasley’s shrieks to stop messing with the tamed desert monkeys.

“Yeah…” Harry snickered and unraveled himself from Bill. His bum was stinging a bit, but he ignored it while sliding to the side and off Bill’s naked body.

Quickly, Harry and Bill stumbled up to get dressed. “I’m stealing the shower!” Harry called rushing out of the room and getting a laugh from Bill.

“Not if I steal it back with you in it,” he muttered with a smirk.

“I HEARD THAT!”

“Hurry and get to the bathroom so I can let them in.” He rushed out just as Harry blazed through. He laughed again at the teen’s taunting expression before closing the door back.

Having Harry here was a lot of fun and he didn’t mean the sex bits. He thought of Harry as more than that. A friend, a very good friend with a personality that could kill - along with eyes, an arse, and the best mess of black hair.

Mhmm, Bill shook his head and let his family in. “Morning everyone! I heard you from a mile away.”

His mother blushed and hugged him. “We’re sorry, Bill, the twins were throwing dung bombs at the desert monkeys.”

Bill burst out laughing at this, while the boy’s huffed indignantly.

“They wouldn’t let us join!” Fred wailed.

“Yeah, all we wanted to do was run with them and they slapped me in the knee,” George exclaimed.

“Magus and Agus are like that but now you have two enemies who is likely to fling back at you, using a natural source,” Bill taunted as his mother went straight to his kitchen to make breakfast.

“We’ll be ready!” Fred and George proclaimed.

“No monkey will fling dung on us.” Bill wasn’t sure which one said this as he shook his head with amusement.

“I hope someone does!” Ron grumbled shaking his head. “Where’s Harry?”

“In the shower,” Bill jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. “He’ll be out in about twenty minutes I say?”

Percy was pulling an Ancient Runes book off the shelf and reading it over, while ignoring the twins that were hopping around the room.

Bill’s father was watching thoughtfully. Ron rushed through when he began to smell breakfast, Ginny on his heels. “Alright dad?”

Mr. Weasley smiled. “It’s fine son.”

Bill was still in his robe waiting for Harry to get out of the shower. He’d have liked to join however he knew that his parents would flip if they knew what was going on so he restrained himself and drank a cup of coffee while listening to everyone and joining in a little bit. Harry finally emerged twenty minutes later with a beautiful wet messy head. He was wearing one of eight desert outfits Bill had gotten him for his birthday. A soft light blue short sleeved tunic. It was so thin and loose with a large cut out V in the middle and a pair of light khaki trousers of a bit thicker material. The boy didn’t look good in tight fitting stuff unless it was black leather or dragon-hide.

The tan glowed on the boy’s skin and it made his eyes and lashes shine brightly. He watched from where he sat as his mother engulfed him in a hug and then Ron insisted that he plop down while the twins were gawking at him. Yes, Harry looked a lot different.

Still the same beauty he had been only he didn’t look so small.

“Shower’s free,” He teased.

Bill chuckled roughly. “So it is,” he handed Harry his cup of coffee, oddly enough the two liked it the same. Too much cream and too much sugar with just a little coffee.

“Ooh thanks!” He chirped.

Bill brushed a hand across Harry’s shoulders as he passed by.

The only one who saw the actions for what it was, happened to be Mr. Weasley. The Patriarch of the family watched everything that transpired and took note of the subtle signs. They were sharing coffee of the same kind; Bill touched Harry in the most affectionate manner without even thinking about it.

It also helped that Mr. Weasley had never seen Harry look so healthy, happy, and content.

It niggled at Mr. Weasley to know that he was thirteen and his son was twenty-two going on the twenty-three. In all propriety sense, it wasn’t right. But then again what was right when it came to Harry Potter?

Harry didn’t look the same nor did he act it.

Perhaps Bill looked beyond Harry’s age and at something else. Mr. Weasley could see his son doing that. Bill was a noble and good wizard. He always did what he believed was right even if it was unconventional.