On The Other Side

A/N Sorry it’s been ages. I haven’t forgotten this story. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

A Bit of a Snag

“Harry?” a voice said while a hand shook him awake. “Harry?”

Harry slowly regained consciousness, his eyelids feeling as though they had been glued shut. He scrunched his forehead and mumbled, “Just a few more minutes…”

“Harry, wake up. We have a full day ahead of us,” the voice continued. “Hand me that potion.”

Harry was barely aware of people moving around him and then he felt a glass pressed to his lips and his head lifted from behind.

“Drink this, Harry,” the voice urged.

A cool liquid filled his mouth, waking Harry further as he tried to get his eyes open. The voice seemed very familiar, so Harry trustingly swallowed. He felt the liquid flow through his body, waking him up further. He cracked open his eyes and focused on the face leaning over him.

“Sirius?” Harry croaked.

“Good morning,” Sirius grinned. “You had quite a night. How many purple phials did you consume?”

“I think he had about three and a load of shots,” a voice off to the side said.

Harry turned his head a bit and squinted at the sight of Slytherins sitting around, disheveled from the night’s festivities, cups of coffee and potions in their hands. Goyle had a silver bucket in his grip in which he kept under his chin as he got ready to vomit.

“Three?” Sirius frowned. “Can you remember your party at all?”

Could he? Harry sighed heavily and shut his eyes again. He remembered more than he cared to.

He remembered entering the Room of Pleasures with the others, all of them consuming a phial of purple liquid. Harry had immediately felt real good and relaxed, finding himself laughing along with the Slytherins.

There were beds all around the room, huge pillows on the floor surrounding a bathing pool and tables loaded with food and drink. Harry remembered the ‘whores’ coming into the room, both men and women. They were all very attractive and they mingled with everyone immediately, flirting and allowing the boys to touch them in any manner they desired.

Harry remembered feeling increasingly uncomfortable as his ‘friends’ began falling onto the beds with the whores in increasing numbers and clothing began to be scarce.

He remembered a pretty redheaded woman asking Harry for a dance and pressing herself against him, her hands wandering over his arse as she nuzzled his neck. He remembered trying to avoid watching the others in various states of undress. When the redhead tried to pull him over to a bed, Harry had excused himself to get another phial of purple liquid. He left the room, his nerves shaken. What the hell was he doing?

“Sir?” the proprietor had inquired, surprised Harry had left the room. “Is there something I can do for you?”

Harry remember asking for another phial.

“You must be careful, sir,” the proprietor said. “One phial relaxes, two phials will intoxicate, and three will make you forget everything.”

“Yeah,” Harry had snapped his fingers impatiently. “Just give me another.” He knew he’d have to be drunk for that orgy that was starting in there. The door opened behind him and Theodore stuck his head out.

“Harry? Where are you going? Get back in here.”

Harry quickly swallowed the potion, immediately feeling like the ground was coming up beneath him. He felt Theodore put an arm around him to steady him.

“Whoa, Harry,” Theodore laughed, “you lush.” He lead Harry back into the room, shutting the door behind them. “I know what your problem is. That girl just doesn’t do it for you. But I know what you’ll like. Come on.”

The Slytherin had led Harry to a bed in which a very good looking bloke lay, tan and cut, with a sexy smile just for Harry. He patted the bed with his hand, wanting Harry to lay next to him.

Harry was feeling the giddy effects of the potion and began laughing at the sight of a bloke wanting him on the bed. Somehow it just seemed funny.

“Go on,” Theodore urged, shoving Harry onto the bed as he was anxious to get back to the two girls waiting for him on another bed. “Merlin, Harry, no more potions or booze for you, yeah?”

Then Harry remembered lips kissing his neck and hands wandering over his body. Before he knew it, his clothing had been removed, and a mouth was on him, doing exquisite things to his cock. Everything had seemed a blur from that point on, but he did remember enjoying that very much.

And he remembered Zabini coming to sit on the edge of the bed, watching, his eyes wandering over Harry’s body and finally landing on Harry’s face. Zabini was drunk too, but not as sloshed as Harry.

Harry remember him saying, “You make me regret breaking up with you.”

And Harry remembered telling him to fuck off, watching as Zabini got up and left to join another group of naked people.

Then Harry’s eyes had connected with another on the next bed. Malfoy had been watching his exchange with Zabini, his face expressionless. Malfoy had one female and one male on his bed, licking and sucking on various parts of his body. When he found that Harry had noticed his eavesdropping, he turned his face away, feigning interest in his whores.

Harry remembered the orgasm, the whore swallowing his release. He remembered him working his way up Harry’s body, and asking if Harry wanted to fuck him or if he wanted to be fucked.

He remembered feeling confused. What did he want? Truth was, he didn’t know. He was having gay sex and that surprisingly didn’t bother him. And it didn’t seem to bother anyone else, either. Harry sat up in the bed, ignoring the amorous whore, and looked about at all the other beds. Many of the Slytherins were already pounding away inside of both females and males. Sex didn’t seem to have very much meaning to them outside of the pure animal pleasure of it.

And he felt Malfoy’s eyes on him again and he this time he said, “What?”

“You don’t have to, you know.” Malfoy stated.

Harry’s eyes scanned the room again. Watching the expressions of release and pleasure on the faces of the others. “Don’t I?”

“No, you don’t.”

“Are you going to?”

Malfoy stared at Harry a few more moments before a familiar smirk formed. He didn’t answer Harry’s question with words. He grabbed the girl on his bed and brought her over him to straddle his hips. She lowered onto Malfoy’s erection.

Harry frowned, glancing down at his male whore who was now kissing Harry’s chest, paying special attention to his nipples. Harry pushed him away and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair shakily.

“It’s just sex,” Malfoy said, the girl slowly moving up and down over him. “It means nothing.”

“Then why do it?” Harry replied, his head spinning with the booze and potions.

“Are you daft? Because it feels good,” Malfoy replied.

“If it’s so wonderful, how can you be talking to me at the same time?”

Then Malfoy grinned and said, “Because, it could be better. It could be you.”

And Harry remembered the hot kiss they had shared earlier and Malfoy’s words made him nervous. “Bloody hell,” Harry swore. Now Malfoy was coming on to him. Harry stood and stumbled toward the door again. This time a pair of arms went around him and someone was hugging him from behind, preventing him from leaving.

“Where do you think you’re going, sexy?” Adrian’s voice whispered next to his ear. “You can’t leave your party.”

Harry shut his eyes as Adrian’s hand came around his erection. Wait… he was erect? How…? “I can’t do this,” Harry panted. “I’m not one of you.”

Adrian chuckled against his neck. “Of course you are.” His hand released Harry’s penis and he moved around Harry’s body, coming face to face with him. “O.K., love, I understand you may have a problem with casual sex. You’re a relationship guy, yeah?”

Harry nodded.

Adrian smiled. “Then… one more potion ought to help with that.” He walked Harry to the door, flinging it open and calling for one more. He held it to Harry’s lips and encouraged him to swallow it.

Harry was at the point of not caring. The last thing Harry remembered about that crazy night was Theodore’s angry voice yelling, “Adrian! Fuck! That’s his third!”

And then Adrian saying, his face stricken, “It is? Harry, I’m sorry. Damn it.”

And that was it. He remembered no more of what happened.

Harry opened his eyes again and studied Sirius’ curious face. “Need another pep-up potion?” his godfather asked.

Harry glanced down and noticed he was naked under the covers of the bed, but there was not a whore in sight, thank goodness. He wondered if he was still a virgin or not. Oh, Merlin. He glanced nervously at the Slytherins around him. What if he had sex with one of them?

“Harry?” Sirius pressed, worry starting to cross his face.

“Sorry,” Harry said. “Um… no, I don’t want to take anymore potions. I think I’ve had enough.”

“I’d say you did,” Theo laughed.

Harry sat up slowly, shifting a bit to see if his bum was sore. By Gods, if someone buggered him…

“Can you wait outside a bit? I’ll be there shortly,” he said to Sirius. He really didn’t want Sirius in on the conversation he was about to have. This was embarrassing enough.

“You sure you’re all right?” Sirius asked, worried.

“Yeah, fine.”

The older man nodded and got up. “Gentlemen,” he addressed the crowd, “I hope you enjoyed yourselves.”

“It was a fantastic party, Mr. Black, thank you,” Warrington replied, earning nods from the rest of the crowd.

When Sirius left the room, Harry frowned at the others.

“So, what happened after that third phial? I want the truth. Did one of you slimy fuckers bugger me?”

“Good morning to you, too, Harry,” Theodore said, causing the others to laugh.

“Slimy? Honestly, Harry, you’ve wounded me,” Adrian replied from the floor, a cold pack on his forehead.

“Should we tell him?” Goyle teased.

“Tell him what? That he sucked every dick here and then begged us all to fuck him?” Warrington replied. “Harry, I never knew you were such a slag until last night.”

Everyone laughed, except Harry, who sat there wide eyed, pale, and in shock. “I… what…,” he stammered, feeling ill to his stomach.

“Cut it out,” Draco ordered, “stop fucking with him.” He turned to Harry. “Nothing happened, Harry. You passed out. We tucked you into bed and went on with our fun.”

Harry heaved a sigh of relief.

“Though Adrian almost molested you,” Blaise added, accusingly.

“Almost being the key word,” Adrian defended. “Sorry, Harry, but you’re body is quite magnificent. The temptation was great. But Draco, here, knocked some sense into me before I did anything.”

Harry glanced at Draco, who had his eyes shut, leaning against the wall, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.

“Thanks,” Harry said.

Draco pried open one eye. “No problem.”

OOOO

When Harry met Sirius outside the club, he asked, “Where’s my father?”

“He’s home dealing with the snake and the muggle girl,” Sirius replied. “You well enough to shop for your school things today?”

“I just need a few hours of sleep.”

And after porting home, Harry passed out on his luxurious bed as he barely had any energy left in him.

OOOOO

He awoke hours later to the smell of hot soup wafting through the air. Sitting up he noticed a tray with a light lunch on it and Tally standing next to the bed, wringing her hand worriedly.

“Is Master better?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think,” Harry stretched. “What time is it?”

“Noon, sir. Tally fed your snake, Master.”

“What about the muggle girl?”

“She’s sleeping. Tally gave her a potion to make her sleep until we are ready to wake her.”

“Is she hurt at all?”

“Not anymore, sir, Tally healed her.”

Harry nodded, grabbing a roll off the tray and nibbling at it. “Thanks, Tally.”

Tally seemed pleased at Harry’s gratitude. It was something she never received from the old Harry. “You’re welcome,” she smiled.

“You know,” Harry continued, waving his roll through the air as he talked, “it’s time we made our plans. This world of yours… well, it’s all kinds of messed up - Voldemort running the place, my parents split, my dad and Sirius Slytherins, and me, too, apparently. All my so called friends are gay and, so am I, apparently. It’s all one big sausage fest. And that reminds me… where the bloody hell are all the women? Don’t tell me they’re all whores and slaves.”

“Oh, no, sir… not all. Men have wives.”

“Yeah, but they don’t seem to care about them. What is all this about forcing purebloods to marry at eighteen?”

“Our Lord wants more purebloods, so they must marry and have babies. But Master does not have to marry. Only if he wants to. Half bloods have a choice.”

“And why are so many gay?”

Tally scrunched her forehead to think. “Our Lord makes many rules against man and woman relationships, sir. He says pureblood women are for making babies only - not for pleasures. There are bad punishments for those who have pleasures with pureblood women that are not their wives.”

“So those whores at the club… they are not pureblood I presume?”

“Oh, no, sir, that would be very, very bad,” Tally shook her head with wide eyes. “Gentlemen who want pleasures with women who are not their wives must choose lowly born ones. But there are not enough of those around because our Lord made many leave the magical world, or had them killed, after the war. That is why more men take pleasures with other men. Our Lord says that is good because he likes to take pleasures with men too.”

Harry crinkled his nose. “That is too much information.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry replied, taking a few sips of the soup. It was really quite good. “Let’s discuss how we are going to break the news to James and Sirius about their Harry’s death. It’s not going to be an easy thing, but they do need to know. I’ll make sure they don’t blame you, though, so don’t worry. Then you’ll need to open that portal back up. I’ve got to get back to my world before they start to panic over my absence.”

Tally began so swerve on her toes, making a low wail as she twisted her fingers nervously.

“Tally? What is it?”

“Sir…,”

“Yes?”

“Tally cannot open the portal again so soon,” she squeaked, ducking away as if dodging the blow from Harry she had expected.

Harry stared at her a moment, dread filling his chest. He sat up straighter. “What do you mean? When can you open it? How much time does it take?”

“Well, sir, you see… Tally used a Kortle seed to open the portal. The portal takes the Kortle seed away. Tally had only one.”

“Where can you get more Kortle seeds? If you need me to go fetch one, I will. I can‘t stay here, Tally, this place is a nightmare.”

Tally bit her lip, her eyes watering. “Master doesn’t like it here?”

“Look, living under the rule of that madman is unbearable. And everything is so topsy-turvy here. I’m not use to this kind of life and I don’t want to get use to it. What’s more, I have to get back to my world to prevent the same thing from happening there.”

“But… your family is dead, Harry Potter. So many are dead. Isn’t it better here where everyone is alive?”

Harry shook his head. “They are alive, but they are oppressed, Tally. James, well, he’s not the man my real father was. He’s sad and unhappy. And, my mother? How can she be happy being torn away from her husband and son? They are alive, yes, but they aren’t really ‘living’.”

A tear rolled downed the elf’s face. “I would miss you, sir. You are kinder than my old Master.”

“Thanks, Tally, but I don’t belong here. My offer still stands if you want to come with me to my world. You certainly are more agreeable to be around than Kreacher. But, now, back to this Kortle seed we need. How can we get another?”

Tally shook her head. “I don’t know, Master. Tally had that Kortle seed all her life. Tally’s family passed it down to her. They are very rare. Long ago all the Kortle bushes were destroyed because opening the portals was outlawed. Very hard to find Kortle seeds. If one has a Kortle seed, they keep it very, very secret or they will have big trouble.”

“You knew all this before I stepped into that portal and you didn’t tell me?” Harry asked, his temper rising.

Tally turned and grabbed Harry’s boot that was lying next to the bed and began to strike herself repeatedly with it, crying, “Bad, Tally, bad, bad, bad.”

Harry reached over and grabbed it from her hand, tossing it aside. “Stop that!”

Fat tears rolled down her cheek. “Tally is so sorry, Master. But I had to get you here. I was afraid of punishment and Tally thought you would be happy and you would want to stay. Tally is a bad, bad elf, sir.”

It was hard to be angry at someone when they were already so hard on themselves. Harry lay back on the pillows with a heavy sigh.

“Master? Couldn’t you try to be happy here? You have a good home and a family that loves you. Everyone you love is dead in your world. That is bad worse.”

Harry slowly shook his head. “No, Tally, it is not worse. There are still people who love me in my world. Maybe not the ones that love me here, but there are good people in my world who do. And those people… they are depending on me to help them win the war. I can’t ignore them and leave them to their fates and still respect myself. I would despise myself. Can you understand that?”

“You are young, Master. Why would they expect so much of you? Why must you be the one to win a war? Are all the adults dead in your world?”

“No, of course not. But in my world, there was a prophecy about a baby who would defeat the Dark Lord. He found out it was me. Then he killed my parents and tried to kill me. And because the killing curse backfired, he ended up temporarily destroyed and I ended up with some of his abilities. You see, I‘m the one who is in the prophecy. I‘m the one who needs to defeat him. There is no one else.”

“You care so much for others?”

“Yes, Tally, I do.”

The elf nodded her head slowly. “Tally understands. You are very different from my Harry, sir.”

Harry glanced out the window. “It’s strange, isn’t it? I always felt somewhat sorry for myself because I wasn’t raised by my parents. In fact, I was raised by people that hated me. Yet, it’s made me who I am today. Somehow, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore.”

“No, not a bad thing,” Tally agreed

Harry studied the sad elf a moment. “Tally, if you find me another Kortle seed, I will ask them to release you to me and you can come back with me to my world. I have a friend there, you see, who is very big on the rights of house elves and makes sure they are treated well. I could find a good place for you, or, you could remain my elf if you wish. It would be your choice.”

“Tally would have choices?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, I’d make sure of it.”

She began to cry again. “You would take a bad elf like Tally, sir? Why?”

“Because I believe we could be good friends.”

“Friends? Friends with Tally?”

Harry nodded, watching her shuffle her feet. “Will you help me, Tally? Will you be my friend?”

“Tally would like to be your friend, sir, but it will take time to find a Kortle seed. Maybe lots of time.”

Harry swung his legs out of bed, staring at the wall while thinking. He really had no choice, did he? He’d have to stay in this world until Tally had located another Kortle seed. Maybe he could help her search? “I’ll help you.”

Tally shook her head vehemently. “Oh, no, sir. You can not miss school to look for an illegal seed. All will wonder and worry. They will send wizards to find you. You must not behave different from everyone one. All watch, all see one another. It will be bad for your family. You must act ordinary.”

“I need to continue on with this ruse, then?” Harry huffed. “Fine, fine. But, you need to swear to me that you will spend all your time searching and contact me as soon as you’ve found one. If I find out you’ve been stalling and taking your time, I’ll have to tell James about his Harry. I really need to get back to my world, Tally. It’s urgent. Swear to me you will look hard everyday.”

“I swear.”

OOOOOO

A/N Yay! I finally got this chapter out to you. I’ll try to update faster next time. Please let me know your thoughts on the story. It’s very motivating for me when people write. Thanks!