Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: Well, this first scene alone is the length of the entire last chapter. Some mention of slash, incest, and very underage rape in this chapter, all in regards to something mentioned in the very first chapter. As always, all I have in this world are my words and my balls, and I break them for nobody. Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

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Harry Potter and the Head of Black

It was six in the morning as Harry sat in the parlor room, watching the burning fire in front of him. He knew that at any moment, the fire would turn green and send his help. He only hoped that the man would agree to help him through what he had been feeling the previous night.

Twenty seconds past six, the fire turned green. Harry stood up as Remus Lupin stepped out of the fireplace. He watched as the man brushed some stray soot off of his robes before looking up, a tired smile spreading across his face.

“Good morning Harry.” the man said.

“Good morning, Prof-” Harry started, only to get Remus to raise his hand up.

“Harry, what have I told you?”

“Remus.” he answered as a small smile spread on his face for a moment as well. He pointed toward a chair. “I'm glad you could come at such an early hour.”

“Well Harry, your letter I received last night made it seem as though it were very important.” Remus said, siting down. “While I am glad that you still see the use in this old werewolf, I was naturally concerned and curious.”

“Remus, I need to ask you...” he said, trailing off. He felt a slight amount of heat rise to his cheeks as he turned away, avoiding eye-contact from the last true Marauder. “How do you know if you're...well, falling in love?”

“Falling in love?” Remus asked, getting Harry to look back at him. “Falling in love with who?”

“Well...um...” he muttered, trailing off. He had practiced this speech for over an hour, knowing exactly what he would tell Remus once he arrived. He knew that he couldn't tell the man the truth about what he had done with Tonks, so he had made up a story. Now that he had to say it in front of the man, though, he was starting to loose his nerve.

“Harry?”

“Hermione.” he said simply, looking back at Remus. “I think I'm falling for Hermione.”

“Ah yes, Hermione.” he said, a small smile spreading on his face. “I do not find that had to believe at all.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking at him curiously.

“Hermione and your mother share a lot in come, Harry.” he said, smiling at him. “Did you know that twenty years ago, there was an organization called S.P.E.W at Hogwarts?”

“Twenty years ago?” he repeated, looking at him as his face slowly went to one of shock. “You don't mean...?”

“That Hermione's organization was based off of one that your mother started by the same name?” Remus answered with a question. He watched Harry nod his head and smiled slightly.

“Yes.” Remus continued. “I remember we were staying at the Evens' residence for the weekend, much to Lily and Petunia's delight and their parents' distraught. Your aunt had on her new Pink Floyd album, and Sirius happened to mention that the song Dogs related to us, Pigs related to the Slytherins, and the song Sheep seemed like it could relate to the house elves. Naturally, Lily and Petunia asked what they were.” he said, smiling at the memory. “I must say, were it not for the underage wizard laws, they both would have hexed him good when he made the careless remarks about them.” he said, missing the shocked look that spread on Harry's face. “Well, I guess Tuny wouldn't have.”

“Would have...my aunt's a muggle.” Harry said, getting a worried look to pass across Remus' face. “How can a muggle preform a hex...unless there's something I don't know going on.”

“Harry...” Remus started with a sigh, “I'm sorry no one ever told you this.”

“Told me what?” he asked. “Damn it Remus, is my aunt a witch!?”

“I'm sorry Harry.” he said, lowering his head. “She is.”

“She is.” he repeated, looking at the man. “My aunt is a witch.”

“Lily and Petunia Evens were, from the time they entered Hogwarts till the time they finished two years apart from each other, two of the most talented witches in to ever grace the halls.” Remus said, finally looking back at Harry. “Your aunt was always close to Sirius, and they had started dating during her final year at Hogwarts, much to your mother's annoyance and your father's eternal gratitude.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You must remember the time, Harry.” Remus said. “At that point when they started to date in 1976, your mother still saw James as the arrogant pureblood prankster. It was not that long after her childhood friend had called her a mudblood, which hurt her badly. She was starting to see that maybe James was right with what he was doing.”

“Who was her friend?” Harry asked, getting the older man to sigh once again. “It was Snape, wasn't it?”

“For all of that man's endless faults, Severus Snape had been friends with both your mother and aunt for many years prior to any of them finding out what they were.” he said. “Had Snape not been sorted into Slytherin, well, who knows.” Remus said, leaning back into his chair. “It could have very well been another name besides Wormtail written on the Map.

“Anyways,” Remus continued, “that particular summer weekend was around the middle of July. Your parents had been dating for a few months, and Sirius and your aunt had been dating for well over a year and a half. So, your grandparents being squibs, knew about magic, enough so that they were worried about the four of us staying in their home with their two daughters when two of us were dating said daughters.”

“Do I want to know?” Harry asked.

“Well, I remember waking up to seeing James and Sirius throwing a cloak I have no doubt you are familiar with over themselves and leaving the room. Well, the saying about werewolves knowing things are very true.” he said, an almost wistful smile on his face. “When Sirius snuck back in around an hour later, I'm sure even Peter, dense as he was, would have smelled the evidence of what he had been doing.”

“And...my parents?” Harry asked, wondering if he wanted to truly know.

“Your father came back wearing the cloak close to five hours after they had left.” he said. “Though highly disheveled, he had not gotten as lucky as Sirius that night.”

“Right.” Harry said, still torn on whether he had wanted to know.

“However, I believe that you wanted to know what to do about your growing love for a certain Gryffindor.”

“Uh, yeah.” Harry muttered, looking off to the side.

“Should I assume this was brought to light by Tonks?” Remus asked, getting Harry's head to snap back toward him. “I thought so.”

“What makes you say that?” he asked, the slight fear in his voice making it obvious.

“Harry, there is something that must be known about all metas.” Remus said, slipping into his professor role. “There are two jobs that they do in the wizarding world that they are paid better than all else. Can you guess what two jobs may be?”

“I'm going to guess as an Auror and a hooker.” he said, a blank expression crossing his face.

“You're right.” he said. “A meta can become whatever you want them to be. This has high value to the Aurors due to the fact that a meta can be one person one second and someone else of the completely different sex the next. As for their ability to be a better hooker, well, that goes without saying.”

“I know.”

“So I want to know before I continue, Harry.” Remus said, looking him directly in the eye. “Did this all start because of something you made Tonks do?”

“Well, uh...”

“Harry.” Remus said, lowering his head for a moment. “I won't say anything about this to anyone if you did.”

“I had spent yesterday with her and Tonks at her house. That git Ron sent a letter with some mild compulsion charms on it, as well as being heavily charmed by that old bastard Dumbledore.”

“Wait, Ron sent a letter with a mild compulsion charm on it?” Remus asked, looking at him. “So Sirius was right.” he added under his breath.

“What are you talking about?” he asked. “Did Sirius know something?”

“Only that the two youngest Weasleys would do just about anything to have you and Hermione.”

“They really think that way?”

“Sadly, yes.” Remus said. “But that's for later. You were saying?”

“Right.” Harry muttered. “We spent the entire afternoon into the evening there, and I just started noticing how beautiful she looked. When we got back, I told Tonks to make herself look like Hermione as well as be a virgin. But when I went and...I could have sworn that it was...” he said, trailing off.

“You could have sworn you were raping Hermione?” Remus offered, getting Harry's head to snap up. “I take it you've done little to no research on the topic of your current relationship to one meta, correct?”

“Uh...research?” Harry offered as a feeble excuse even to his ears.

“I thought as much.” Remus said to himself. “Harry, when a sex slave is given to someone through the means that Tonks was given to you as a debt by a head of house, there is magic that compels the slave's owner to treat them badly. Any other slaves that get by those means would be the same. Should you get a slave by some other means, you would not be compelled to treat them any differently than you normally would.

“When Andromeda married Ted, her father swore to give their daughter to the next official head of house by an honor debt.” Remus continued. “As such, from the moment Sirius ascended to become the Head of House Black, the compulsions started to affect him. However, he died in the Department of Mysteries almost right after. That caused the final limbos on the house to end, and thus allowed the goblins to hand the Head of House Black title to you.”

“And by proxy gave me Tonks.”

“Harry, I'm not going to judge you for anything that you have done with Tonks.” Remus said. “I am, however, going to tell you one very important thing.”

“And what's that?”

“If you feel that you are truly falling in love with Hermione,” Remus said, smiling at him slightly, “the best way to work through it is to simply tell her.”

“So speaketh the last of the Marauders.” Harry said, a small smile of his own on his face.

-

Ron walked along the woods of The Burrow, silently mussing the recent breaks that had happened. He knew that sending the letter with the charms on it would be bad if it were ever found by someone, namely Harry, but he thought that the risk was well worth it. The letter should have reached Hermione around noon the day before, and he knew that she should have been to his place by five after. He had waited for three hours before Pig returned, no letter in his grasp.

He knew that if something like this happened, it could very well mean the end for him. He knew that Harry would waste no time in hunting him down. He would die by Harry's hand if he knew what he had planned to do with Hermione. He could only hope that he cast the spells wrong and Hermione had simply passed it off as his being a coward.

He could only hope for so much.

-

Harry looked up from the letter Snape had sent him as he heard a knock at the door. He didn't need to look at the time on the clock to know that it was Hermione. He put the letter down and made his way to the door, idly beginning to wonder why Mrs. Black was screaming. He put it to the back of his mind as he reached the door and opened it, finding Hermione standing before him. She was in a light blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He felt his eyes wandering up and down her, taking in her features. He remembered how Tonks had made her look the night before, and instantly noticed one thing different.

From an inch of skin between her shirt and low-rise jeans, he saw a thick scar half an inch thick.

“Hi Harry.” she said, giving him a smile while she blushed slightly. She had noticed his eyes going up and down her.

“Hi Hermione.” he replied, stepping aside. She walked into the house and the door closed on its own accord behind her. She looked back at it for a moment before turning back to Harry.

“So Snape sent you a letter?” she asked.

“Yeah. It's in the parlor room.” he answered, leading her toward the room. “I'm actually kinda surprised the greasy git sent me one that wasn't cursed.”

“Honestly, Harry...” she muttered behind him, causing him to spin around and look at her with a lopsided smile on his face.

“Yes?” he asked in a drawled out voice, getting Hermione to laugh. He instantly decided that he would give everything to be able to hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He knew that it was wishful thinking, that she would never be with him because of what had happened.

“So what did the letter say?” she asked as they reached the parlor room. He simply walked over to the desk and picked up the letter to hand to her. She looked down and read it, a small frown on her face.

“Something Remus told me this morning also makes me want to reply back to him.” Harry said, getting her to look up.

“Professor Lupin?” she asked. “I thought they hated each other?”

“He said that Snape was friends with my mother and my aunt while growing up.”

“But you saw...”

“I know what I saw.” he said, turning away slightly. “Remus also let something else slip.” he muttered, barely above a whisper. “My aunt's a witch.”

“What?” she asked, walking over to him.

“My aunt, who beat me, tortured me, abused me, raped me-”

“Raped you!?” she yelled, causing him to flinch. He started to mentally berate himself for letting that out. “Your aunt has raped you!?”

“They all did.” he said, not looking her in the eye. “She would force me to do things for her, Vernon would do things to me, Dudley would do things to me.” he could sense her coming toward him. “My first sexual experience was at three. I had caused a glass to explode. Vernon got mad and decided it was time I started to earn my keep. He dragged me toward his bedroom and he...” he said, trailing off.

“Harry...” she muttered, putting her hand on his arm.

“He would do that to me several times a week.” he continued, trying to keep his tears in check. He could feel them wanting to fall, but he did his damned best to make sure they didn't. “Every time I cried out for him to stop, he would only thrust harder. If I puked on him, he would only thrust as far into my throat as possible. The first few times he raped me, I peed myself in fear. He would use me as his own personal fucking toilet after that!” he yelled, starting to feel the tears falling.

“Harry, I'm...”

“My aunt was worse.” he said, turning away from Hermione. “At first I enjoyed being with her. She didn't have something between her legs that could be thrust into me.” he said, letting out a humorless laugh. “She would simply grab my head and thrust it between her legs. Occasionally she would use a finger or three on me, but it was rare. It was the fifth time she did that to me that I realized something about women.

“I was five.” he continued. “She had this smug smile on her face when she dragged me from my cupboard. She went and started to strip like she always did and thrust my head between her legs. I tasted blood and was about to pull away when I felt another pair of hands hold me down. She then started to pee into my mouth. I thought I was going to die!” he yelled suddenly. He noticed Hermione jump behind him. He didn't know why he was talking about this. He hadn't mentioned this to anyone, and yet here he was, spilling his guts. “She just laughed as I felt Vernon start to make use of me again, and then forced me to swallow her bloodstained piss. After that, she made sure she used me as a toilet of some kind at least once a day, sometimes more.

“Dudley didn't do anything until after I started to Hogwarts.” he kept on saying, still refusing to look at Hermione. “He had made a comment to me during one of the rare times that both Vernon and my aunt were out of the house about his girlfriend not giving him any. He then hit me hard in the face. Before I could get my senses back, he had my pants around my knees and his around his ankles.”

“Harry...I'm so sorry.” he heard Hermione say behind him. He felt her hand touch his shoulder and he finally cracked. He had done his best to hide everything that had happened to him at the hands of his relatives, never mentioning them to anyone. He had done his best to bury the memories so far down under subconscious occlumency shields. He had never meant to let anything slip, and yet here he was, being pulled into Hermione's arms as he cried his eyes from the memories.

He felt her pull him toward a sofa. He felt her pull him down and rest his head in her lap as he continued to cry his eyes out. He felt her hand run through his hair as she whispered soft words to him. He slowly started to drift off, everything that had come to light in the past six hours finally catching up to him.

As he felt himself letting go and slipping into sweet unconsciousness, he let one more thing slip.

“I love you 'Mione.”


-


She had been sitting there for some time, absently stroking Harry's hair. She had heard what he said, and the four words kept reverberating around in her mind.


He had said he loved her.


She looked down at him and smiled softly. He finally looked relaxed after the hell he had remembered from those people who claimed to be his family. The people who hurt her Harry.


He had said he loved her.


They would regret the day they hurt her Harry. They would regret every meeting a witch, especially his aunt. She would make her regret turning her back on being a witch.


He had said he loved her.


She would make them pay with blood.


(A/N: Don't you all just love how an outline gets thrown out the window by the characters taking the reins themselves. To bad JKR didn't learn that lesson.)