No More Hiding

AN1: my little “comfy chair (1)” was supposed to have a reference note at the bottom. It’s my shout out to monty python and the 6(?) seconds of comfy chair.

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Remus walked slowly from the apparition point towards the school. His brain felt like it was on overload, trying to make sense of everything he’d learned in the past few days from his adopted godchild.

*flashback*
”Harry, I’m going to see Albus tomorrow about taking you with me to France. I can make a pretty good case now.”

“Moony, if you are going to do that, then I want you to go into that meeting prepared,” came the soft and sad reply. Remus looked at Harry and was almost afraid by what he meant by it.

“You mean there is more?”

“You might change your mind about being around me after this. It seems like those who are close to me get fucked up a lot.”

“Language! And don’t you start talking like that, I won’t be pushed away. What could you possibly tell me that would scare me so bad?”

Harry relayed the prophecy and the events surrounding him learning it. Remus was amazed that the Headmaster allowed the destruction of his office to go on without concern. “Wait, he let you go through all of that last year, everything, and he knew the damn prophecy the whole time!” he growled.

“Yes,” was the short answer. “I’m having some slight trust issues lately,” Harry added in a flat tone.

“Indeed. Well, no matter, it just makes my case stronger.”

“Remus, I must ask you to remember that the only people who know the entire thing are Dumbledore, me, and now you. I’d like to keep it that way.”

*end flashback*

Snapping back to the present, Remus saw he was standing in front of the stone gargoyles leading to the Headmasters office. “Pop-Rocks,” muttered the werewolf, bracing himself for the coming argument.

“Headmaster,” Remus said, acknowledging the mans presence behind the desk. Albus nodded his head in greeting and motioned towards a chair.

“Tea? Or perhaps a Lemon Drop?” offered the old man, pouring himself a drink.

“No thank you, I’d rather get right to it. I’m taking Harry with me to the cottage in France that Sirius left to me at the end of the day on Harry’s birthday.”

Albus looked a little surprise at the statement—surprise at how Remus was basically telling him what was going to happen, and not asking his permission. The twinkling in his eyes dimmed slightly. “I’m afraid he must stay at the Dursely’s, seeing as it’s the safest place for him.”

“That’s complete rubbish and you know it. No, don’t even try to interrupt me, you will hear all I have to say,” went on the angry man, not letting Dumbledore cut in at all. “First off, Harry may be protected from the outside while he stays there, but certainly not from the inside. I’ll show you the scars on his back to prove it, nevermind the fact that they left him there for the next two weeks without any food whatsoever. Oh, and let’s not forget the bruises and broken bones he’s suffered at their hands, or the starvation, and being locked up like a prisoner. No, he is not staying there.”

Again Albus made to interrupt, getting a little angry at what he considered audacity to question his logic.

“I’m still not done, so don’t bother. The cottage is unplottable, and has an array of wards up already, not to mention one that prohibits the ministry from tracking magical signatures, so Harry could then practice and train. And yes, I know about the damned prophecy that he should have been told about long ago!” Remus was no longer trying to stay calm. He let the old man see exactly how furious he was with his actions. “For the days that I need to be locked up around the moon, Harry is requesting Snape to keep him company so that he can restart his Occlumency training. There is no two ways about this, Harry is leaving with me on the 31st of July. He is coming into his own, and I will not let you hold him back. He still loves you, and will be faithful to you, but these little games you play are stopping now. You try anything again, and he will completely lose any trust he might still retain for you.”

Albus looked sad and resigned. They locked gazes for a bit, until the old man nodded his agreement. Remus stepped to the stairs so he could ride down. “We will keep you updated as to our progress. Both emotionally and mentally. Good-day.”

Coming out at the bottom, Remus let out the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. Now there was only one thing left to do. Getting his bearings, Remus headed down towards the dungeons.

*

Severus Snape, Potions Master and resident Snarky Git, was reading through the latest Potions Journal when the knock came at his door.

“Enter.”

“Severus, might I have a moment of your time?”

“What do you want, Lupin. It’s not the full moon until next week.”

“I’m completely aware of when the full moon is, thank you. I came at the request of Mr. Potter. He asked me to give you this. We are staying at his relatives house if you have any questions, comments, or concerns. Good-day, Severus.” And with that, Remus left, heading back to the apparition point, and Harry.

Snape stared at the letter Remus gave him for a few moment, debating throwing it into the fire unread or actually glancing at its contents. Curiosity won out, and he opened the missive. “At the very least, it might prove to be entertaining,” he thought.

Dear Professor Snape,

I feel I owe you a huge apology. It was very wrong of me to invade your privacy as I did. At the time I was just trying to find out if you were hiding something from me like everyone else seemed to be doing, but instead I was thrust into the reality that my Father and Godfather were not as perfect as I was lead to believe. I’m sorry that they treated you like that, that they were such disgusting bullies full of arrogance and pride. It sickens me to think of what other tricks they must have played on you. I only hope you know that I am nothing like him. Normally, I’m the one getting picked on.

While I know you would most likely never believe that, I ask you to recall the memories you had seen in my mind while in our “Remedial Potions” lessons. There is much you don’t know about me, and probably most of the things you were told are untrue.

If it isn’t too much to ask, I would like to continue our training. I am researching methods of meditation so that I can clear my mind more effectively than before in preparation for your agreement to teach me once more.

I know you hate me, and anything to do with me. I, too, am not your biggest fan. I am willing to put it aside though so that I may have a fighting chance at getting rid of His Craziness, Lord Tom.

Please thing on this before outright refusing and owl me with your decision.

Again, I’m sorry.

--Harry James Potter

Shocked by this unexpected display of intelligence and maturity, Severus Snape did indeed spend some time thinking on Harry’s proposition. It would be two days before he would reply.

*

Remus had sent Harry off to bed excited about the knowledge that he did not have to endure the Dreaded Ones, otherwise known as the Dursley’s for the rest of the summer. While Remus stayed awake creating make-shift lesson plans for Harry’s training, Harry decided to treat himself to a break in studying.

Taking out the latest issue of Wand: The Official Gay Wizards Magazine from its hiding place, Harry took off his clothes, except for his boxers, and got into bed. In the midst of reading an article on famous gay men in sports, the horny teen spied a picture of some blonde British actor on the next page. Immediately he went hard. Being a Wizarding magazine, the pictures moved, of course. Said actor was laying sprawled out on a white animal skin rug caressing his body, in all his glory.

Harry’s right hand had a mind of its own, traveling down his chest and lingering over his throbbing erection. Watching the blonde for a while longer, teasing himself at the same time by playing with his balls and lightly pulling on himself, it was time to put the magazine down and turn out the lights.

Laying in the dark, the aroused boy took off his boxers and pulled the covers all the way up. His left hand was pinching his nipples alternatively while the right was gripping his 8”dick and stroking it slowly and firmly. Slipping into one of his favorite fantasy’s, Harry imagined that the blonde was laying on top of him, kissing a fiery trail down his jaw line to his neck, grinding his rock hard erection against him. They were grinding slowly, using their hands to elicit small moans and whimpers, pinching here and there. Harry grabbed the other boys ass and squeezed tightly, pushing their bodies closer together. There were a few drips of pre-cum glistening at the tip, running his thumb over through it, gasping at the sensations it caused to ripple through him.

Grabbing the lube from his nightstand, Harry coated his left hand and went back to his dream. Spreading his legs and bending at the knees, the blonde settled further down on Harry. He kissed his way down the happy trail, and paused to look into the emerald eyes full of lust. Slowly, Harry’s prick was engulfed in an intense heat, the blonde licking and sucking on it hard. One finger found its way into his entrance, pumping in and out, in and out. Harry’s hips were lifting slightly, fucking both the other boy’s mouth and fingers simultaneously. A deep moan came out of Harry as a second finger was inserted, scissoring to stretch him wider in preparation. Both hands pumping faster, inout inout inout inout. His hips were bucking wildly now, fingers hitting his prostate as a third is added. Inoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinout “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he cried shooting cum all over himself, flying high on his orgasm and riding it out for all it was worth.

Grabbing the towel from the top drawer of the nightstand, Harry cleaned himself up, and then laid back down to bask in the afterglow of satisfaction.

Eventually he drifted off to sleep, sans the normal nightmare.

TBC

AN: and there you have it! I know it was short, but it’s the first male sex scene I’ve ever written. I’ve only done het before…so please tell me if I did that alright. Frank critiques are good, as long as no one gets nasty.

Reviewers! Still loving you.

Thrnbrooke—diagon alley wasn’t big deal because the usual group he would meet wouldn’t be going until the end of the summer. That scene will come lots later.

Ladyknight—thanks! I try to do at least one a night.

wynterRose—thanks. I hope this chapter wasn’t too rushed, I’m thinking I’ve done enough exposition and can start making time move faster…a bit.

Jillypooh—I like mentor father Figure Remus as well. 

Annie—I’m thinking this is going to be no less than 12 chapters. Thoughts? The complete list will be written out for you probably in the next chapter. I have plans for that list. There will be physical training, because of meditation techniques, but also because I agree, wizards don’t expect physical attack. His other subjects of training will be discussed in the next few chapters. And Dumbledore is not going to turn into Grindenwald. (sp?) but other than that, I’m not sure where is character will go. We’ll see.
I hope school was fun. I’m so happy to be done and all gradumicated with my useless BA.

Person—I appreciate the cookie. Never a bad time for a cookie. *munch* thanks for the compliments, and I hope you keep liking the story.

I don’t have a beta. If one of you would like to fill that role, give me a shout at comcigeek@comcast.net or kerenb@gmail.com . make sure you put the story title in the subject line so that I know you aren’t a spammer.