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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
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12
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47,076
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153
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The Beginning
This is in responce to The Jade Tiger challenge set by WanderingKnightsFire. I really hope I do them proud lol.
Chapters will be longer, as with all my first chapter this is only half the size of a normal chapter.
Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? Oh yeah you wouldn\'t know. Ok then lets take it as red that I\'m not her and that I\'m not getting any money out of borrowing her characters and making them do weird things.
I\'m not going to as yet show you the challenge set for me, I\'d rather astound you with WanderingKnightsFire\'s inguenity and have you all tell me how close I came to meeting the challenge when I post it in the last chapter.
(If your that desperate to see it you can of course find it in awards/chalenges/events)
Enjoy!
The Beginning:
Harry wearily pushed his overlong, straggling hair behind his ears and glumly pushed his school robes into his trunk. Carefully removing his glasses, he also placed them in one corner of his trunk amongst his socks and unsteadily, due to his blurry vision, snapped it shut.
Heaving himself back onto the seat behind him he drew up his legs and gazed at the blurry scenery flashing past the window.
He was cold, oh so cold, and weary too…this last term had just been so mind numbingly awful, that Harry had trouble digesting it properly. In fact… he really hadn’t yet.
The door to his compartment slid quietly open and a familiar head beset with brown curls poked around the door frame.
“Hey Harry, I’ve got your contacts here, they arrived this morning just as I was about to chew all my nails off over them not arriving in time.” The happy breathless tone in Hermione’s voice abruptly left as she saw his face.
“Oh Harry do try to cheer up I…I know it’s been hard but it’s over now and…”
She trailed off and paused for a moment. Then evidently deciding the cheery approach was best, she fully stepped into the compartment and came to kneel down in front of him.
“Here, tilt your head back and widen your eyes for me.” He did so slowly and she gently placed the contacts in his eyes.
“There we are” She said whilst he blinked frenziedly at her. “It will take about five minutes for them to properly adhere to your lens, and then it will be like they aren’t even there, being magical contacts there’s about a 12% chance that they’ll fall out so you need not worry about that and of course they’re self cleaning so you don’t have to worry about that either.”
She waited smiling expectantly at him.
“Yeah thanks Hermione, you did well.” He managed.
Being as he couldn’t actually see at this point it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t see her mildly disappointed look.
“Well I must get back to my duties Harry, but I’ll see you sometime during the holidays ok?”
He nodded vaguely in her direction as the contacts began to prick painfully at his eyeballs and barely registered the sliding of the door as she slipped back out of the compartment.
***
Harry blearily looked around once he crossed through the barrier that led off from platform 9 ¾. His eyes now felt as if he’d held them open in a highly chlorine filled pool for about twenty minutes straight and it was a big effort to keep them open. So much for only five minutes of discomfort he thought dismally.
“Harry, oy Harry over here.”
Harry glanced towards the voice and groaned; now he really did wish he hadn’t bothered to keep his eyes open. There, casually leaning against the barrier opposite and with a grubby looking cigarette dangling from his lips, stood his cousin Dudley.
“Hey Harry, come’ ere!”
Reluctantly Harry turned his trolley in the direction of Dudley and slowly trundled over to where his cousin stood.
“You alright Harry?” Dudley asked, clapping him none to gently across the shoulders and pulling him close in a bone crushing hug.
“Gawd blimey you’re getting thin these days, then again I can’t talk, look how much I had to lose and convert to muscle to become a pro boxer. But more about that later, we gotta get back before the Rents leave for Malabo. Fag?”
He asked this last whilst holding a packet of Marlborough reds out in Harry’s direction as he casually took the trolley off of him.
Harry looked dubiously at the packet for a minute, and then deciding he hadn’t anything to lose, hesitantly took one.
Dudley started making his way to the gates through the crowds after ensuring Harry had a fag. “So how was that school of yours then this year? Mine was pretty cool cos I got on the boxing team and made a bunch of new friends. But Dad’s really pissed because P.E’s the only subject I passed in my G.C.S.E’s which means I can’t apprentice in the company. But like I told Dad, I don’t want to be an apprentice drill maker, I want to be a boxer, and you don’t need many marks for that now do ya?” Dudley said making his way to the gates through the crowds.
Harry stumbled dazedly beside Dudley as he chattered happily on, wondering what an earth was going on.
“Shit, silly me, here you go” Dudley exclaimed handing Harry a lighter after seeing the cigarette dangling forlorn and forgotten from his fingers.
They’d stopped next to a small red Yamaha motor cycle and seeing Harry’s confused look Dudley explained, “Passed a couple of weeks ago, you know you can drive a motorbike under sixty CC’s when your sixteen right? Well Dad brought this for me as a pre-reward for the good G.C.S.E’s he was sure I was going to get, surprised he hasn’t taken it off me now actually.”
Harry nodded again, feeling a little like a puppet by this point and brought the cigarette to his lips, trying not look like a prat about lighting it. Unfortunately having succeeded at this, he then took a huge drag and proceeded to cough up a good portion of his lungs.
“That’ll happen,” Dudley threw over his shoulder as he hefted Harry’s trunk onto a very unstable looking make shift rack on the back of his bike and then strapped Hedwig\'s cage on top of it, minus Hedwig as Harry had had to deliver a message before he left. “No worries just keep going and it’ll get better.”
Harry found it actually was quite pleasant once he took tiny puffs – and once he felt he could reasonably speak again he pointed to the trunk and said, “Are you sure that’s safe?”
But he didn’t quite catch Dudley’s answer as he was roughly shoved into a nearby wall. Parting his hair and looking up, he was just in time to see a pair of piercing, stony grey eyes glaring at him from amongst long blonde tresses as they disappeared round the far corner of the car park.
For some reason he was breathless and almost panting and he scoffed in disgust at himself for allowing the fear to catch him unawares.
“Oy Harry? You ok? That was a nasty knock you took there.”
Harry nodded distractedly, “Yeah, yeah I’m ok”
“Well come on then, we really do have to be back before the Rents leave!”
***
Harry arrived at number Four Privet Drive with his nerves in shreds along with his recently discarded clothes. After the third crash Harry had had to change behind a bush for fear of being arrested for indecent exposure and as they really were in a hurry Harry had, had to grab the first thing that came to hand in his trunk, which of course just happened to be his robes. He sincerely hoped he wasn’t breaking any wizarding laws by wearing them in muggle London.
However, getting into trouble with wizards was the least of his problems.
“How dare you casually swan up to my HOUSE wearing those freakish clothes?!!” Aunt Petunia screeched, dragging him in by the ear and depositing him by the wall as Dudley huffed in after him with the trunk. “Don’t move!” She ordered before going to help Uncle Vernon with two oversized brown leather suitcases as he stumbled down the staircase with them.
Once she’d ascertained they were stowed carefully away in the Taxi waiting outside she carefully drew on a pair of cream kid gloves and delicately kissed Dudley on each cheek.
“Dudders darling you now where the contact numbers are don’t you? I’ve left more than enough red meat in the freezer for your diet and you have plenty of money if you need any more. NO more than three friends around at one time and ABSOLUTELY NO PARTIES! Don’t let the freak anywhere near my living room and make sure he doesn’t attempt any hocus pocus nonsense alright?”
Here she flung her arms around him and hugged him hard, “Oh my Dudders you know I’d bring you if I could but you father insists that you need to learn some responsibility, you really should have tried harder with your results dear.”
Here she wiped a tear from her eye and forced herself out of the door at Vernon’s angry roar, “By by darling.”
Dudley waved after her as the Taxi drove away and only once it was out of sight did he shut the door and turning, say to Harry, “The Rents, have left the building!” with a rather cheeky grin.
***
Harry groaned and rolled over as a herd of buffaloes seemed to find their way to the corridor outside his room it seemed.
He’d gone to his room for a bit of peace and quiet and a nice long sleep after deciding questioning Dudley as to his new attitude could wait until later, only to have it interrupted by Dudley and his gaggle of inconsiderate friends.
He really hoped they wouldn’t try to beat him up this time.
Stumbling off of the bed he made his way to the door and irritably yanked it open, “Dudley…”
“Well hello there, what’s YOUR name?” A boy with strangely wandering eyes said as he passed Harry’s room and then doubled back to talk to him.
“Hey Dudley you didn’t tell us you had a sister!” Another said as he wondered up, winking at Harry sexily.
Harry blushed, it wasn’t that he was gay or anything it was just that the wink did funny things to his insides.
“Sister? You what?” Dudley said, traipsing out of his room with a PS2 console dangling from his right hand.
“What you daft gits on about? That’s my cousin Harry.” He said after a moment obviously thinking they were messing about.
“Um…” said Harry uncertainly.
“Harry? What’s it short for? Harriet?” Said the second boy with a very disarming grin, stepping right into Harry’s personal space.
Dudley frowned in confusion, “No mate, it’s just Harry…as in he’s a bloke.”
***
Ahah!!! What will Dudley’s friends say to that? Reviews would be cool as author is peckish.
Chapters will be longer, as with all my first chapter this is only half the size of a normal chapter.
Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? Oh yeah you wouldn\'t know. Ok then lets take it as red that I\'m not her and that I\'m not getting any money out of borrowing her characters and making them do weird things.
I\'m not going to as yet show you the challenge set for me, I\'d rather astound you with WanderingKnightsFire\'s inguenity and have you all tell me how close I came to meeting the challenge when I post it in the last chapter.
(If your that desperate to see it you can of course find it in awards/chalenges/events)
Enjoy!
The Beginning:
Harry wearily pushed his overlong, straggling hair behind his ears and glumly pushed his school robes into his trunk. Carefully removing his glasses, he also placed them in one corner of his trunk amongst his socks and unsteadily, due to his blurry vision, snapped it shut.
Heaving himself back onto the seat behind him he drew up his legs and gazed at the blurry scenery flashing past the window.
He was cold, oh so cold, and weary too…this last term had just been so mind numbingly awful, that Harry had trouble digesting it properly. In fact… he really hadn’t yet.
The door to his compartment slid quietly open and a familiar head beset with brown curls poked around the door frame.
“Hey Harry, I’ve got your contacts here, they arrived this morning just as I was about to chew all my nails off over them not arriving in time.” The happy breathless tone in Hermione’s voice abruptly left as she saw his face.
“Oh Harry do try to cheer up I…I know it’s been hard but it’s over now and…”
She trailed off and paused for a moment. Then evidently deciding the cheery approach was best, she fully stepped into the compartment and came to kneel down in front of him.
“Here, tilt your head back and widen your eyes for me.” He did so slowly and she gently placed the contacts in his eyes.
“There we are” She said whilst he blinked frenziedly at her. “It will take about five minutes for them to properly adhere to your lens, and then it will be like they aren’t even there, being magical contacts there’s about a 12% chance that they’ll fall out so you need not worry about that and of course they’re self cleaning so you don’t have to worry about that either.”
She waited smiling expectantly at him.
“Yeah thanks Hermione, you did well.” He managed.
Being as he couldn’t actually see at this point it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t see her mildly disappointed look.
“Well I must get back to my duties Harry, but I’ll see you sometime during the holidays ok?”
He nodded vaguely in her direction as the contacts began to prick painfully at his eyeballs and barely registered the sliding of the door as she slipped back out of the compartment.
***
Harry blearily looked around once he crossed through the barrier that led off from platform 9 ¾. His eyes now felt as if he’d held them open in a highly chlorine filled pool for about twenty minutes straight and it was a big effort to keep them open. So much for only five minutes of discomfort he thought dismally.
“Harry, oy Harry over here.”
Harry glanced towards the voice and groaned; now he really did wish he hadn’t bothered to keep his eyes open. There, casually leaning against the barrier opposite and with a grubby looking cigarette dangling from his lips, stood his cousin Dudley.
“Hey Harry, come’ ere!”
Reluctantly Harry turned his trolley in the direction of Dudley and slowly trundled over to where his cousin stood.
“You alright Harry?” Dudley asked, clapping him none to gently across the shoulders and pulling him close in a bone crushing hug.
“Gawd blimey you’re getting thin these days, then again I can’t talk, look how much I had to lose and convert to muscle to become a pro boxer. But more about that later, we gotta get back before the Rents leave for Malabo. Fag?”
He asked this last whilst holding a packet of Marlborough reds out in Harry’s direction as he casually took the trolley off of him.
Harry looked dubiously at the packet for a minute, and then deciding he hadn’t anything to lose, hesitantly took one.
Dudley started making his way to the gates through the crowds after ensuring Harry had a fag. “So how was that school of yours then this year? Mine was pretty cool cos I got on the boxing team and made a bunch of new friends. But Dad’s really pissed because P.E’s the only subject I passed in my G.C.S.E’s which means I can’t apprentice in the company. But like I told Dad, I don’t want to be an apprentice drill maker, I want to be a boxer, and you don’t need many marks for that now do ya?” Dudley said making his way to the gates through the crowds.
Harry stumbled dazedly beside Dudley as he chattered happily on, wondering what an earth was going on.
“Shit, silly me, here you go” Dudley exclaimed handing Harry a lighter after seeing the cigarette dangling forlorn and forgotten from his fingers.
They’d stopped next to a small red Yamaha motor cycle and seeing Harry’s confused look Dudley explained, “Passed a couple of weeks ago, you know you can drive a motorbike under sixty CC’s when your sixteen right? Well Dad brought this for me as a pre-reward for the good G.C.S.E’s he was sure I was going to get, surprised he hasn’t taken it off me now actually.”
Harry nodded again, feeling a little like a puppet by this point and brought the cigarette to his lips, trying not look like a prat about lighting it. Unfortunately having succeeded at this, he then took a huge drag and proceeded to cough up a good portion of his lungs.
“That’ll happen,” Dudley threw over his shoulder as he hefted Harry’s trunk onto a very unstable looking make shift rack on the back of his bike and then strapped Hedwig\'s cage on top of it, minus Hedwig as Harry had had to deliver a message before he left. “No worries just keep going and it’ll get better.”
Harry found it actually was quite pleasant once he took tiny puffs – and once he felt he could reasonably speak again he pointed to the trunk and said, “Are you sure that’s safe?”
But he didn’t quite catch Dudley’s answer as he was roughly shoved into a nearby wall. Parting his hair and looking up, he was just in time to see a pair of piercing, stony grey eyes glaring at him from amongst long blonde tresses as they disappeared round the far corner of the car park.
For some reason he was breathless and almost panting and he scoffed in disgust at himself for allowing the fear to catch him unawares.
“Oy Harry? You ok? That was a nasty knock you took there.”
Harry nodded distractedly, “Yeah, yeah I’m ok”
“Well come on then, we really do have to be back before the Rents leave!”
***
Harry arrived at number Four Privet Drive with his nerves in shreds along with his recently discarded clothes. After the third crash Harry had had to change behind a bush for fear of being arrested for indecent exposure and as they really were in a hurry Harry had, had to grab the first thing that came to hand in his trunk, which of course just happened to be his robes. He sincerely hoped he wasn’t breaking any wizarding laws by wearing them in muggle London.
However, getting into trouble with wizards was the least of his problems.
“How dare you casually swan up to my HOUSE wearing those freakish clothes?!!” Aunt Petunia screeched, dragging him in by the ear and depositing him by the wall as Dudley huffed in after him with the trunk. “Don’t move!” She ordered before going to help Uncle Vernon with two oversized brown leather suitcases as he stumbled down the staircase with them.
Once she’d ascertained they were stowed carefully away in the Taxi waiting outside she carefully drew on a pair of cream kid gloves and delicately kissed Dudley on each cheek.
“Dudders darling you now where the contact numbers are don’t you? I’ve left more than enough red meat in the freezer for your diet and you have plenty of money if you need any more. NO more than three friends around at one time and ABSOLUTELY NO PARTIES! Don’t let the freak anywhere near my living room and make sure he doesn’t attempt any hocus pocus nonsense alright?”
Here she flung her arms around him and hugged him hard, “Oh my Dudders you know I’d bring you if I could but you father insists that you need to learn some responsibility, you really should have tried harder with your results dear.”
Here she wiped a tear from her eye and forced herself out of the door at Vernon’s angry roar, “By by darling.”
Dudley waved after her as the Taxi drove away and only once it was out of sight did he shut the door and turning, say to Harry, “The Rents, have left the building!” with a rather cheeky grin.
***
Harry groaned and rolled over as a herd of buffaloes seemed to find their way to the corridor outside his room it seemed.
He’d gone to his room for a bit of peace and quiet and a nice long sleep after deciding questioning Dudley as to his new attitude could wait until later, only to have it interrupted by Dudley and his gaggle of inconsiderate friends.
He really hoped they wouldn’t try to beat him up this time.
Stumbling off of the bed he made his way to the door and irritably yanked it open, “Dudley…”
“Well hello there, what’s YOUR name?” A boy with strangely wandering eyes said as he passed Harry’s room and then doubled back to talk to him.
“Hey Dudley you didn’t tell us you had a sister!” Another said as he wondered up, winking at Harry sexily.
Harry blushed, it wasn’t that he was gay or anything it was just that the wink did funny things to his insides.
“Sister? You what?” Dudley said, traipsing out of his room with a PS2 console dangling from his right hand.
“What you daft gits on about? That’s my cousin Harry.” He said after a moment obviously thinking they were messing about.
“Um…” said Harry uncertainly.
“Harry? What’s it short for? Harriet?” Said the second boy with a very disarming grin, stepping right into Harry’s personal space.
Dudley frowned in confusion, “No mate, it’s just Harry…as in he’s a bloke.”
***
Ahah!!! What will Dudley’s friends say to that? Reviews would be cool as author is peckish.