Harry Potter and the True Story

Very few people knew that Tom Riddle loved birds. They were fascinating creatures really. Small and agile, they had the ability to go wherever they wanted, they were free they could fly. Tom had a problem, he also loved cats. Cats, who loved to chase, watch and eat birds. Tom had found a way around this however, Peeps wore a little bell on his collar and that was enough to alert the birds to his presence. Tom spent many hours watching Peeps fail time and time again as he tried to make a feast of the birds, endless entertainment. Another thing people didn’t know about Tom Riddle was that he loved television. Often he would make his way to Petunia’s house and stare at the small box. He had found out, when the girls were little and they asked for a television, that he loved nature programmes. He could watch them for hours, the fight over power, and the circle of life (he had refused to admit that he loved The Lion King).

Right now however, Tom was supposed to be writing another paper for his loyal followers, when his mind was on the programme he had watched with Petunia yesterday. It had been wonderfully full of violence, so much so that Petunia had left him to make tea, and refused to re-enter until she heard the music of Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman. He was tugged from his thoughts when the door to his study opened, and Lucius Malfoy stepped in, carrying a rather disturbed looking Peeps.

Tom himself was shocked. Lucius often complained that Peeps was in the way, getting ‘feline fur’ all over his clean clothes. At the moment, Peeps was staring at Tom. He was on his back, being cradled in Lucius firm grip. His four white paws were in the air, and his white face was turned away from Lucius body. Sitting down, Lucius began to stroke the tabby grey belly. Tom watched in amusement as Peeps soon started to purr.

“Lucius. What can I do for you?” Tom asked. Lucius looked up, shocked to hear a voice.

“Oh. Hello.”

“Hello.” Tom replied carefully, wondering at Lucius’ odd behaviour. “Can I help you?”

“No no, its ok thanks you.”

Tom stifled a smile; he had never seen Lucius this deep in a world of his own before. He wondered if Lucius even knew where he was.

“Good Quidditch match I take it?”

“What-oh yes. Yes it was.” Lucius said, smiling to Tom.

“I heard Draco caught the snitch after an extremely prolonged chase. You must be proud.” Tom said, looking to where Peeps was still laying in Lucius’ embrace.

“I have my doubts.”

“Doubts? About what?” Tom asked.

“What doubts?” Lucius asked.

“You said you had doubts.”

“Indeed I do not. I love him, how dare you insinuate I do not!”

With that Lucius, noticing he was holding the cat, snarled, hissed something along the lines of ‘how dare you come near me, foolish cat’ and stormed out of the room, leaving two very confused occupants.

“…and then did you see me swoop after him, bitch, thought he could get away from me, Draco Malfoy, so I twisted under that ass of a chaser and was well on my way when…Potter are you listening?” Draco demanded. They were in one of the many study rooms, Draco getting over excited about his Quidditch adventure, Harry remembering his other adventure.

“Yes. Swooping.” Harry replied, remembering how good Lucius swooping felt…

“You are not listening. Where is your head Potter. I hope your thinking of me on the Quidditch pitch.”

“Draco I’m sorry. I’m so tired. Do you mind if I go?” Harry stood, not waiting for an answer. As he passed Draco he dropped a soft kiss onto his cheek. “Well done. Bask in this glory, I’m gonna whoop your ass when Gryffindor play Slytherin!” with that he had left the room.

Draco sighed. He really liked Harry and Harry was miles away. Draco had noticed that Harry had not been himself tonight. He was concerned, he hoped nothing was wrong. Harry was special to Draco, for Draco trusted him, and, like his father, Draco trusted few people. Hell, Harry had been the only person Draco had ever bottomed for. That had to count for something. Right?

October slowly gave way to November, and with the cold of November, came something else. Something Harry had been dreading, but expecting. He was surprised it had been delayed this long. It was a Wednesday morning, and Harry was busy in a private study session with Draco and Snape when a rather timid looking student tapped gently on the door. Poking her head around the door, the nervous looking second year informed the room that Professor Dumbledore would like to see Harry Potter.

“Come in Dear Boy, sit down. Would you like a lemon drop?” Dumbledore asked, passing the sweets towards Harry.

“No thank you professor.” Harry replied stiffly. Concentrating hard, he did his best to keep Dumbledore from his mind.

“Now, how is everything going?”

“Fine headmaster, thank you for asking.”

“Wonderful. Now, I have heard a rumour, about your choice of Christmas residence.”

“Malfoy manor.” Harry confirmed, almost daring the headmaster to say no.

“Yes. A good choice. Lucius has been loyal to us for many years now, coming to me, giving me information. Not many know how loyal to me he really is.” Dumbledore said. “Yes Harry, you have a good friend in Lucius Malfoy.”

“I like Lucius. A lot.” Harry said, trying out the vulnerable lost little boy.

“Ah yes. Lucius will look after you; he would be a good father figure, in the absence of your loving godfather.”

“Perhaps he could be more.” Harry suggested. He was already angry, at the mention of Sirius, but he managed to control his temper, no need for Dumbledore to be suspicious.”

“Perhaps. Now off you go and do your studies. I have pacing to do.” Dumbledore said. Harry left the office wondering what the old man knew, if anything. He hoped so anyway.

Lucius managed to visit the castle the day after Harry’s meeting with Dumbledore. He found Harry waiting for him in the room of requirement, this time a comfortable sitting room.

“You knew I was coming?” Lucius asked peeing at the map lying open on Harry’s lap. He was curious as to what kind of ’thing’ it was. He spent a long time looking at it. “What is it?” he eventually asked.

“Doesn’t it speak for itself. It’s a map of the castle. It shows you where everyone is at all times. I watched you coming.” the long silence, then some amused sniggering told Harry that Lucius was thinking of something else.

“You can watch again if you want.”

Harry blushed furiously

“What’s wrong am I teasing?” Lucius asked, sitting beside Harry on the cosy sofa. Lucius was wearing a white shirt and dark grey slacks. He made himself comfortable them reached for Harry, pulling him into his lap. Harry curled up and placed his head on Lucius’ shoulder.

“Will grandfather ever be free?”

Lucius was taken aback by the serious question, yet happy to have the boy be concerned.

“That’s something that I just don’t know. What I do know is that if we could have the chance, we could convince the world about how they have been manipulated. We’re hardly going to get a good chance. Who is going to listen to us eh? Where can we get our message across? Hardly the national press. Underground press is all we can achieve. I am glad to say that we pick up new followers and converts all the time Harry, but is it enough?”

Harry thought about what Lucius had said for a long time. Then he looked up into those beautiful grey eyes that were peering back. Reaching up he kissed Lucius softly on the mouth. Soon the kiss started to deepen with Harry reaching his hand up to tangle in Lucius long silky locks. Lucius pulled the body on his lap closer, if possible, wrapping his arms tightly around the young man. Harry moaned into the kiss, moving so he straddled Lucius lap. Lucius grabbed Harry’s hips, pulling their bodies closer.

Lucius could already feel Harry’s erection pressing into his belly, the joys of youth. Grinning Lucius pulled away from Harry and began to kiss all over his face, his neck, open his shirt and explore what little skin the v of the shirt offered.

Growling Lucius ripped the shirt open, eliciting a squeak from Harry. Moving so Harry was below him, Lucius explored the youthful chest below him. Harry moaned and cried and begged for Lucius to do more. Lucius could feel Harry’s nimble fingers attempt to open the shirt he was wearing but the angle became impossible, Harry’s arms were not that long.

Lucius moved off of Harry and undressed the rest of the way. Harry found it impossible to tear his eyes away from the man before him as he peeled away his clothing. Harry decided that he and Lucius should never have to wear clothes again, for it was sinful that this wonderful body was covered up. When Lucius stood proudly naked in front of Harry his breath was stuck in the back of his throat. Last week at the Quidditch match had been rushed but today was all about the both of them. Harry followed Lucius example and stood, stripping his clothes away from his body.

Speaking a few words a bed once again appeared in the room, but this time in the corner of the room. Lucius scooped Harry into his strong arms and carried him to the bed. Harry pressed his lips to Lucius during the journey to the bed, demanding a kiss. Lucius gladly responded, allowing Harry to control the kiss. Harry explored the wonderful mouth of the man who carried him.

The bed dipped slightly as the two fell together into the soft quilts. Harry quickly rolled over so he was lying on top of Lucius. Lucius wrapped his arms around the boy and allowed his big hands to wander over the slim back. Harry moved his legs in order to straddle Lucius hips, at the same time trailing his fingers over Lucius wonderful upper torso. He dropped his head and captured one hard little nipple into his mouth, then the other. Lucius threw his head back and gripped Harry’s head, not allowing the wonderful mouth to move. It was soon over however, as Harry was getting bored and moving downwards.

Harry kissed all over Lucius hard stomach and dipped his tongue into Lucius little bellybutton. Harry smiled when he heard a little giggle come from his lover. Moving his head lower Harry completely ignored the now straining cock instead opting to explore the velvety sacs.

Lucius cried out as Harry lovingly caressed his tender sacs, taking them into his mouth. Harry gently moved his hands under Lucius’ firm bum, then in between them, to the tender entrance to his body. Lucius hissed as Harry’s exploring fingers wandered over his most intimate part. Harry pulled his hand away then, moving his head, he engulfed the top of Lucius cock into his mouth as his fingers wandered to the base of the long, thick cock.

Lucius could stand it no longer. He had to be inside Harry now! Pulling the young man up, he muttered a spell. Harry tried to stifle a giggle as he felt the tickling sensation in between his cheeks. Then he felt a long finger probe his entrance, and slide gently inside.

Harry bit his lip. Lucius was big, even his finger was large. Others that Harry had been with were nothing like Lucius. His first time with Lucius had been painful but wonderful. He hoped he could accommodate his lover better this time.

Lucius reached up and placed small kisses all over the face above him as he prepared the body. He watched as Harry released the hold he had on his lower lip, knowing he was ready for a second finger. The process was long, Lucius knew that Harry would not be accommodated to his size for a while but he also knew that Harry would not allow him to stop. Eventually Harry was ready.

Harry moved his body so he was sitting on Lucius hips. Then he lifted himself, placing Lucius cock at his entrance. Slowly but surely Harry slid onto the cock under his body.

Lucius was patient, waiting as Harry become accustomed to Lucius size. Eventually the boy began to lift his body and grind up and down, twisting slightly. Lucius cried out, noting that he would have to ask Harry how he picked up so many sexual quirks at just 17!

Lucius reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Harry’s neglected cock, giving it gentle caresses. Harry cried out from the touch and moved his hips a little faster, angling his body so Lucius cock was brushing his sensitive prostrate gland. Soon Lucius felt his shudder and his movements cease, his cock spurting all over Lucius lower belly.

Moving quickly Lucius flipped them over so Harry was on his back, and began to quickly thrust into his lover. Harry hooked his ankles behind Lucius back and cried out as he was pounded. Lucius could feel his orgasm build and soon he filled Harry with his seed. Feeling Lucius cum and watching his reactions Harry couldn’t help but orgasm a second time.

Lucius collapsed on the body below, both out of breath. Between them a sticky mess of sweat and cum irritated neither. Lucius nuzzled Harry’s hair and ear as Harry lay running his fingers through Lucius’ hair.

Eventually Lucius moved, much to Harry’s dismay.

“Don’t go!” he cried alarmed.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m not going anywhere.” Lucius said quietly. He lifted his wand and said a cleaning charm, and then he lay down, pulling Harry close to his body.

Harry fell asleep on Lucius firm chest, listening to his breathing and the roaring fire in the grate. Neither knew anything of what was going on outside their world, and at that moment, neither cared.