Battle Scars

Battle Scars


beta evilauntiesnape

A/N: This was writen from a pic I saw at Daily Potter Art. I Love the artwork, and this came rushing out relentlessly. Check out the picture here:

http://community.livejournal.com/jphp_slash/27836.html

Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.




Battle Scars

James enters the room, shutting the door gently behind him. Looking around, he spots a single large object near the window, overlooking the lake. He nervously walks over to it, coming to a stop just in front. He breathes deeply, slowly lifting his right arm and grasping the silky white cover.

With another deep breath, he gradually pulls at the covering to get his first glimpse into The Mirror of Erised.

There is an immediate image in the mirror, of himself and Harry. He lets the cloth drop to the floor, his eyes transfixed by the image before him.

James watches as Mirror Harry licks his right nipple with the tip of his tongue, while slowly removing his favourite silk shirt. Harry moves to the left nipple, his hand caressing James' waist.

Mirror James snakes his fingers through Harry's disheveled hair. His eyes are closed as Harry moves down to his navel, lingering far too long for James' taste. Mirror James' eyes are twitching with desire. He wants Harry to go lower, but he lets Harry take his body at his own pace.

Finally, with a few last licks, Harry continues downward, slowly unbuttoning James' trousers and revealing his erection. As Harry licks at the sweet precome oozing from James', now throbbing cock, he watches as his image utters a silent gasp and drops his head backward. Harry gently pushes James to the bed.

James' image sits on the edge of the bed. Harry removes his trousers, caressing his father's legs, and then moving up to give attention to his waiting cock.

Harry begins by licking the shaft from the base up to the tip, savouring the seamen still seeping from it, while lubing up his own pulsating prick.

James smiles, watching as Harry expertly moves Mirror James further up on the bed, spreading his legs, and all the while sucking James' entire shaft. James chuckles at himself as his image silently protest Harry's advances, not wanting to be breached. However, James knows this is folly. He has never been able to deny Harry of anything - not even his body.

James laughs a little louder. Now rock hard, he watches Harry manipulate him perfectly. In one swift motion, Harry slides his cock inside his father, dropping his head as his body silently quakes with ecstasy.

James' arse puckers at the sight unfolding before him, knowing all too well the feeling of Harry's cock inside him. They have been more of a couple than father and son for at least a year now.

Harry quickly finds a steady rhythm, as James watches himself turning into a pile of goo under his son. He smiles as his image wraps his legs around Harry's waist, begging for more. Harry quickens his pace and leans down to attack James' neck.

He is completely helpless under Harry. Although he hates love bites, he hasn't the ability to stop Harry from claiming him. Harry wants the world to know, James is spoken for. Harry releases James' neck, revealing a sizable dark hickey, and again picks up his pace.

James can feel a wet sticky spot on his leg, as his cock started leaking precome. He is still transfixed at the sight of Harry making love to him in this amazing mirror. Reaching down, James rubs his hand roughly over his hard cock. In his distraction, he doesn't see Mirror James howl silently as he shoots his sticky load over his chest. He returns his gaze to the mirror in time to see a tremor go up Harry's spine, his head thrown back in a soundless scream as, with a final thrust, he finds his release.

"So, what do you see in there, Prongs?" Sirius shouts suddenly, startling him from behind.

"Damn it, Sirius!" James yells. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?"

Sirius was bent over howling with laughter. "I couldn't help it."

"Prat!" James spat. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Dropping something off to Snape, and I saw you turn up this corridor," Sirius said, wiping tears from his eyes. "You're too easy, Prongs!"

"And you're a bloody Git, you are!" James snapped, although he was now smiling.

Sirius looked up at the mirror again. "So, what were you looking at that's got you all worked up?" he asked, pointing to the wet spot, and sizable bulge in James' trousers.

James turned to the mirror, blushing. "Er...well...you know, just stuff."

"Come on, Prongs! It's me. What's up?" Sirius asked warmly.

"It's just..." James could feel himself getting highly emotional, tears threatening.

Sirius put a comforting hand on James' shoulder, as he stood next to him.

"How could I do this to him? He's my son for Merlin's sake!" James coughed out, tears streaking down his face.

"Harry...Harry loves you, Prongs. Not just as a father either."

"Wh-what? How do..." James stuttered.

"He told me. He actually tells me most everything. Like, how to turn the great and powerful James Potter into a big pile of goo, when he wants to shag that tight arse of yours," Sirius teased.

"Okay, that's enough," James blushed, tears still flowing.

"He loves you, and I know he wants you in...er...that way," Sirius said with a slight squeeze on James' shoulder.

"But it's my..." James started.

"Talk to him then. Tell his you want him. It will do you good to get it out," Sirius interrupted.

"But..." James started again.

"It will do you both a world of good, trust me. The war is over now, and it's time to be getting on with our lives," Sirius said, wrapping his arm around James for a side hug. "I'll go with you if you'd like."

"I don't know," James said, wiping his eyes with his palms.

Taking James' arm, Sirius led him out of the room and away from the mirror. "It won't do you any good to stare at this mirror, James. You need to live for real, and not through a mirror. Go and talk to him, he needs you right now."

They walked the rest of the way out of the castle without speaking. When they were past the gates, they stopped.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Sirius asked.

James looked at his shoes, and took a deep breath. "Please," he whispered.

Sirius pulled James into a tight hug. "I will always be here if you need me, you prat," and Sirius apperated them away.


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They stood outside Harry's room for several minutes. James lifted his hand to open the door several times, before stopping all together.

"Go on, James," Sirius whispered. "He's waiting."

With a deep breath, James entered the room.

"Harry?" he called softly. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were here."

"Oh, I'll just be another minute or two, James," she said.

James watched as the healer put a fresh diaper on his eighteen year old son. Harry had a line of drool seeping from his mouth, as he stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes, his arms above his head at odd angles.

"He's been really good today, James. With time he might be able to sit up on his own, even speak perhaps. Don't give up hope," she smiled kindly at him, slipping Harry's pyjama bottoms on. "With this kind of damage it's still hard to tell." She stood up, pointing to Frank and Alice Longbottom. "See there now? They can walk and talk some. Although Harry's damage is more severe, he can still make great progress. You'll see," and she patted him on the back before leaving.

James just stood there nodding, his throat closing tightly.

Harry's mouth was moving as though he was in a heated conversation, although no words or sounds could be heard.

James sat next to him on the bed. "How are you tonight, Harry?"

Sirius watched from outside the double doors of the Spell Damage ward of St. Mungo's Hospital, as James climbed into Harry's bed, holding him and sobbing.

"There are worse things than death," Sirius whispered.


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