The Silver, Golden Boy

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did then I would be the happiest person alive; however that is not the case. I do however own any original characters in this fic as well as all poems and songs used.

Natures Melody

The wind is softly blowing
Caressing the leaves
They give off a soft rustle
Showing that they’re pleased

Gently the trees sway
To a timeless endless tune
They have a silent rhythm
Rejoicing before the moon

And natures sweet melody
Goes on forevermore
Like looking at the ocean
From the safety of the shore


Chapter Six
The Secret Stranger

Harry knew that there would be hell for Eric latter on that night once Dumbledore got all the teachers together but he had complete faith in him. Ever since he had met the young man in the goth/punk store so long ago when he was just starting to enjoy his new-found freedom, Eric had instantly become important to him.

For several weeks they were in a relationship of sorts, they loved each other dearly but realized through trail and error that they would be better as best friends, but would get rid of their sexual frustration together whenever needed. Harry had changed drastically and with Eric’s help he managed to finally heal from what he had to go through while growing up.

Even now as he guided Luna through the Chamber of Secrets to what used to be Salazar Slytherin’s own dorm he couldn’t help but worry about his new friend. Things would be difficult from now on, more so then normal if he wanted to get what he wanted. He couldn’t express to Luna how much her sticking with him meant to him, he thought that everyone would now look at him different but she just took everything like she knew before hand that it would happen; perhaps she did.

After finding Salazar’s old bedchamber he pulled Luna close to him and into a warm embrace, trying to express to her through actions how much her staying with him meant to him. She was one of the few people that he was truly going to miss until she offered him her understanding like she had through his fifth year.

Luna smiled as she felt how desperately Harry needed her right now and held him back with almost as much force as he was holding her. She wished things could have been different. If her parents had not promised her already to someone else then she would be with him and they both knew it. They were perfect for each other but she would save herself completely for her betrothed and would not betray him, even if he didn’t accept her now.

Slowly they pulled away from each other and Harry took their things from his pocket and un-shrunk them before pulling a pair of pajama bottoms out and stripping, not caring that Luna was in the same room as him. As he was changing, Luna decided to change as well and pulled on a long night-dress of the Japanese type, a yukata they were called.

Without a word to each other they both climbed into bed and held each other close. Harry staid away for a while as he listened to Luna go to sleep, her breathing evening out after a few minutes, for the first time in his life he knew that no matter what he wouldn’t be alone. For a moment a sudden sadness hit him at the thought of what the Hat said to him; he would never be able to be with the one person that had stood by him, but it was for the best… although she understood him, she wouldn’t be able to hold enough power for him to feel comfortable… there were few that did.

Slowly Harry went to sleep with a small smile placed on his face, finally someone understood him even if he couldn’t have her romantically he could still remain her friend, perhaps in time her brother if she wants it. He already held a blood-brother with Eric and although they acted and felt more like friends (and sometimes lovers) Harry had wanted to know if Eric was ever in any danger and so they preformed the ritual to make them blood-brothers.

The ritual in itself was fairly simple but at lest one of the two doing the ritual had to have a high amount of magic in him or else it wouldn’t work. The one with the higher magic would be on the receiving end should any harm come to the weaker of the two as in normal cases the one with higher power would be the older of the two, however Harry was a few years younger then Eric. It was Harry’s need for power that finally made him understand that they could not enter a permanent relationship; although Eric was indeed powerful he still wasn’t quite powerful enough for Harry, there were few that were.


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Just as he predicted, Severus did indeed wish for his Firewhiskey before ten minutes into the meeting was up. As it was, Professor Tenshia didn’t show up right away and had not bothered to explain that he would be running late. Finally twelve minutes into the meeting, Professor Tenshia walked into the room with a huge smile on his face while he took his seat at the table which was directly across from McGonagall and beside Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick.

“Now that we are all here, perhaps you should explain how it is that you knew that it was Mister Potter tonight and how you know him?” Everyone in the room noticed how there was a slight forceful edge to the Headmasters voice, something that he only used when he was displeased with something.

Eric however wasn’t intimidated by the voice at all and continued to smile as if nothing was wrong with what he did. He spoke with an innocent voice although he was far from the sort, but they had no idea what he was capable of or what he did in his spare time. “Of course I knew it was Harry, in fact he told me of his whole plan while we were living together in the muggle world. We thought that he should get his point across before anyone had a chance to talk to him, including you.”

Several of the teachers were shocked at the way a fellow Professor was handling the situation, it wasn’t Albus but McGonagall that spoke next. “Living with him? What do you mean? What is your relationship with Harry?” She had a sinking feeling that she wasn’t going to like the answer that came from his mouth but was prepared for what she suspected was true.

Eric chuckled at the looks he was getting from all those around him, they all thought that he was some kind of pedophile, they didn’t even realize that Harry was no longer a lost eleven year old boy but a young and deadly man… but then again, Harry had never really been a boy.

“What I mean, Professor is that I was living in the same apartment as him in the muggle world for most of the summer. As for my relationship with Harry I would have to say that it is very complicated, we’re blood-brothers because he wanted to keep me close to him while we also fuck each other senseless whenever the urge hits us.”

The bluntness of what he said caused many jaws to drop in the sheer horror of what a fellow Professor was doing with a student. McGonagall was livid, standing up she placed her hands on the table and looked at Eric with a disgusted and hateful look that he took with a smile. “Harry is only a child! You can’t have a relationship with him, and you are in a position of authority! You should be placed in Azkaban with the rest of the pedophiles!”

Instead of looking shocked, angry or anything of the sort, Eric chuckled before it turned out into a full-blown laugh at McGonagall’s expense. Once he could breathe properly again, Eric spoke with a slightly deadly tone. “You forget Professor that Harry is no longer a boy by anyone’s standards and I am no pedophile, as I am only a few years older then him. Also I wasn’t in a position of authority while we were living together and only just started that tonight where I have not touched him. You will find however that even though I am in such a position that I can, indeed touch him all I want so long as he wants it as well.”

It was Dumbledore that spoke the time, his normal twinkle gone from his eyes and instead an angry blaze of fire was behind them. “And how is it that you believe that you will be able to have such a relationship with a student? As his teacher you will do no such thing it is against every school rule ever made and I will not have such a relationship in Hogwarts.”

With a sly smirk and a subtle wink in Severus’ direction, Eric pulled out a roll of parchment from his robes and placed it in front of Dumbledore who looked at it curiously. “That, my dear Headmaster is a formal contract saying that I may have a teachers’ assistant for the year that I am teaching here as I am under the age of 25 and new to the job. The only requirements are that the assistant have his masters in Defense Against the Dark Arts and previous experience teaching.”

At the understanding look that Severus was giving him, Eric smiled, he could already smell the anger from all the other teachers but the potions master was different and he liked it. “Harry took his masters in DADA before the end of the summer and passed with the highest grade ever known; he also showed memories of how he taught a group of students at this very school and is now, by law my partner, not my student.”

Before anything else could be said, Eric’s cell phone gave off a soft vibrating noise before ringing out loudly with a song in another language that nobody understood. Quickly Eric stood up and took out his cell phone; he looked at it for a moment before his face turned completely serious when he answered the phone, his voice making everyone except Severus shiver.

“If you don’t have good news that I’m going to shoot you…. Yes… Good… No, he can’t come back yet… We’re at that school I told you about… I don’t know if you’ll be able to reach him… Tomorrow I’ll give him the orders… How long should it take? .... 48 hours is too long…. Get me more information… Enough so that he can do it in less then 24… I swear if you mess this up then I’ll make you watch as I kill your daughter, do you understand me? You have until tomorrow at noon before I send him…. Kill the spy”

There was nothing else said before Eric hung up the phone and looked at the shocked faces before him. Instead of giving them an answer to their unasked questions, Eric simply shrugged and walked towards the door but he paused before speaking. “Harry won’t be doing any homework tomorrow night, and I also should warn you that he will be allowed to answer his cell phone at any time as only a select few have his number and should someone call it will be a life or death situation.”

And with that he was gone; there was much work to do and very little time to do it. If he was anyone else this would seem like a negative thing but for him he loved the work that he did and would never sleep if it wasn’t needed from time to time. Mission on the first day away… perhaps this year won’t be boring after all.