Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2007 13:06:31 -0700
From: Ben Meova <1hungyungun@gmail.com>
Subject: Re: CELEBRITY- Harry and the Politics Of Romance- Part Nine

Harry and the Politics of Romance

A fantasy tribute by Ben Meova



Disclaimer: This story falls under the category of fan fiction and is not
meant to imply anything about the characters in the original story by JK
Rowling. The plot is pure fantasy that came solely out of the mind of the
author. The events described herein never happened in this or any other
universe. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge
about their private lives.

Beyond that the rest is total fantasy and fiction. This story does involve
sexual situations between people that may be minors in your state or
country. If sex bothers you, especially sex between mid-teen boys or adults
witnessing teen sex, you may want to go elsewhere.

Author's Note:

This story is the continuation of my first story on Nifty- "Harry and the
Closet of Secrets". If you haven't read that one yet, you may want to read
that one first. Otherwise many of the situations in this, Harry's second
year as a Hogwarts teacher, may not make sense.

/nifty/gay/celebrity/harrys-closet-of-secrets/

Sorry for the delay with this part...I finished it up on Friday but forgot
to mail it in!

Comments and whatever else you want to send can be mailed to:
1hungyungun@gmail.com



Harry and the Politics of Romance Part Nine


Chapter 24- Second In Command


     All the way back home Harry felt as if he were walking on air. He kept
reviewing what happened; just an hour before, in the Minister's office, he
was prepared to be arrested and sent to Azkaban. That never happened and in
fact the opposite of what he had anticipated occurred. It still seemed so
unlikely and unreal yet it had really happened; he was not jailed and was
given a promotion at the school.

He had gone there ready for the fight of his life, ready to stand up for
his and Neville's integrity and instead someone he had long forgotten about
defended him. Now, as things stood, he would be the second in command at
Hogwarts and there wasn't a damn thing the homophobes on the board could do
about it.

Finally he was home and as he reached for the doorknob he remembered he had
left Ron there with Neville. Damn, he thought as he turned the knob, he
would have to tell Ron as well then. But he would only tell them both about
the results of the meeting...not the fact that Madame Hooch was a
lesbian. Harry was sure that Headmistress Hooch was not out publicly so he
decided to only tell Neville the truth about what had transpired after the
meeting. As much as he cared about Ron he knew that he had loose lips and
sooner or later it would get back to Hermione...then everyone would know
Hooch's secret.

Harry walked in and found Ron and Neville having tea in the lounge.

"Well I am back," said Harry simply

"How did it go...did everything get sorted out?" asked Neville getting up
to give Harry a hug

"Sorted out indeed...wait until you two hear...but first the loo is calling
me."

Ron and Neville looked at each other with looks of exasperation. They had
been sitting there for hours worrying about Harry and wondering if he would
actually come away from his confrontation with the Ministry or end up being
arrested. It was a relief seeing him back home but both were still unsure
that things were "indeed" sorted out.

Harry emerged from the loo and rejoined Neville and Ron.

"Well apparently I have a new job..." said Harry with a grin

"New job doing what?" asked Neville

"At Hogwarts...oh and you can go back too Neville"

"Hang on, are you serious?" questioned Neville, "Start from the
beginning...what happened at the Ministry, Harry?"

Harry went on to explain the whole, unbelievable story. By the time he got
to the end, carefully leaving out the revelation by Madame Hooch that she
was actually a lesbian, both Ron and Neville were stunned. Neville, so
happy and excited by Harry's tale wrapped his arms around him and planted a
big kiss on his lips. Lost in the sensations they forgot Ron was sitting
there. When Harry opened his eyes he saw Ron shifting around, apparently
quite uncomfortable seeing Harry and Neville kiss.

"Oh sorry mate, we didn't mean to..." apologized Harry

"No it's ok...it's a day for celebration. I am really happy for you both,"
said Ron red faced and getting up to leave, "I have to go tell Hermione the
good news...see ya Harry...Neville"

They both watched as Ron made his way to the door and then left.

"Do you think he still has feelings for you Harry?" asked Neville

"Well if he does it is his problem! He is the one that bailed out on me and
went back to pretending he is straight with Hermione. I mean it's not my
fault he cannot accept who and what he is. Sad really that a lot of blokes
do that sort of thing; they allow themselves to be what they really are for
a bit but then abandon their true selves for the sake of
conformity. Believe me, as much as he has convinced himself that sex with
Hermione is just fine for him, he will eventually miss having a dick up his
ass and will probably sneak out, behind her back, to get one. Happens all
the time with the gays that are in denial about their true selves...but
it's a happy day so I don't want to think about all that."

"You're right, Harry, let's not think about that now...like you said it's
supposed to be a happy day!" smiled Neville

"And all this also means we can carry on now without all the stress...most
of the mess is over with."

"Ok Harry, so really the whole nightmare is over and we both can go back to
normal at the school?"

"Not totally...I think it's time I pay Colin a visit at St. Mungos, real
soon, because I want to know why he still has it out for me after all this
time. I wonder if he knew he was secretly recorded when he wagged his
tongue for that Daily Prophet spy? Probably not, but still I want to make
sure he gets on with his life and leaves mine alone...then the whole
nightmare will really be over."

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" questioned Neville

"To be honest, I don't know...I just have a gut feeling that for all this
to be really over I need to speak with him face to face."

"I trust your judgment Harry...so if you think you need to see him do it."

"I will in a few days after things get settled...right now I want to focus
on you."

Neville reached over and pulled Harry close and planted another wet kiss on
his lips.

"Before we start celebrating, I have something else to tell you about
today, " said Harry pulling back from Neville, "only you have to swear to
keep it quiet."

"You know I will do anything you ask, Harry," said Neville grasping Harry's
knee

"Well you may have already figured this out but Madame Hooch is one of us."

"One of us?" repeated Neville a bit confused

"Yeah, after the meeting she came out to me...she is a lesbian Neville and
I met her girlfriend. That is why she jumped to my defense. But remember
she wants that kept quiet so not a word to anyone, ok?"

"Yes, I promise...wow Harry...this is really a big day. After all the
homophobia at that school and amongst the Board of Governors it ends up
that two gay people will be running the school."

Harry let out a hearty chuckle, "It was the last thing they would have
expected. Mind you they know about you and me but they still think Hooch is
hetero and chose not to marry because of her career. One thing is for sure,
the teens that now call themselves Ollie's Boys will be celebrating as well
when they find out."

Neville laughed as well and then pulled Harry close again.

"Speaking of celebrating...I am so proud of you Harry and I love you, "
said Neville with a smile leaning in to kiss Harry again

"I have a good idea what sort of celebration you want to have," said Harry
gripping Neville's hard cock through his pants, "but before we celebrate I
want to send Oliver an owl and tell him the news."

Neville agreed and sat squeezing his boner impatiently while he watched
Harry pen the short note to Oliver. When he finished Harry called over
Hedwig II and promptly sent her on her way.

"There now...let's celebrate!" said Harry grasping Neville's hand and
pulling him up off the couch

After Neville made a quick stop in the loo, they headed for the bedroom to
begin a daylong celebration. It was the first time, in many months, that
Harry could enjoy making love. He could totally concentrate on Neville
without intrusive thoughts and worries bothering him.

It seemed as if all would be well...at least for the present.

~

Oliver was surprised to see JT Sharp at his door. He had figured, to keep
up appearances, JT would sty away from his quarters. Oliver's shock
increased as he noticed the smaller form of Matt Mateo behind JT Sharp.

"May we come in?" asked JT politely

"Oh right...sure...come in," come in, said Oliver moving aside to let them
in

JT and Matt sat on the loveseat and then after securing the door Oliver
joined them. They all smiled at each other for a few moments and then JT
decided to speak.

"I guess you are wondering why we dropped by unannounced?"

"Well, yes...I thought that after..."

"Yes well, normally after I would have been careful about visiting you here
but we did have the problem of Matt catching us. I thought it would ease
your mind if I brought him and let you know that your secret, well our
secret, is safe with him."

Admittedly Oliver was worried about the boy catching he and JT going at
it. He didn't know Matt very well and was unsure whether or not the kid
would keep quiet. Thoughts of him telling his new mates had been filling
Oliver's head. It wasn't the fact that "Ollie's Boys" may learn the truth
about him and JT. It was the possibility of someone else outside of the
group finding out that troubled Oliver. So yes, he was happy that they had
both stopped by to talk about what happened.

"I appreciate your discretion, Matt" said Oliver smiling at them both

"I am used to keeping quiet, sir, " said matt firmly, "Uncle JT told me
that he told you my story. You know that we are not related by blood. I
have had to keep quiet about that for the sake of both of us. If anyone
ever learned the truth I may be sent back to my Muggle abusers. JT saved my
life and I love him like my own father and we both trust you to keep our
secret quiet. So if believe me, I will not say a word to anyone...even my
friends."

Oliver smiled at the teen but then his smile faded as he remembered the
horrific story JT had told him. Sadness filled him momentarily as he
wondered how someone could hurt and abuse their own flesh and blood. Oliver
looked Matt in the eyes and was absolutely certain Matt was telling the
truth and he let him know as much.

"You know me and Uncle JT never do anything...sexual...together," offered
Matt as if he still needed to defend himself

"I am aware of that Matt so I am not going to judge or make
assumptions...besides you have a whole group of boys to chose from here at
the school...that should keep you busy! Just remember the golden rule-
knock before you open a door lest you see something you aren't supposed
to!"

They all let out hearty laughs. When the laughter subsided Matt had another
thing to say.

"I hope you won't take this the wrong way, Coach," said Matt sheepishly,
"but I have to tell you...you are really hot..."

Oliver blushed immediately and then thanked Matt for the
compliment. Laughter filled the room again but a familiar owl flying in the
window interrupted it. Hedwig II flew right at Oliver and dropped the
parchment in his lap.

"Excuse me while I give this a read," said Oliver unrolling the scroll

As he read his mouth hung open, unable to believe what he was reading.

"Bad news?" asked JT noticing Oliver's shocked expression

"No...in fact it's good...it's unbelievable...here JT read it," said Oliver
passing the letter to Sharp

JT read the letter quickly and then smiled broadly at Oliver, "I'll be
damned...well this will call for a party that's for sure!"

"What is it uncle?" said Matt confused

"A surprise Matt, " offered Oliver, " a big surprise...a good surprise that
will come tomorrow."

"Seems odd that something good will happen tomorrow, " said Matt, "
especially since it is Professor McGonagall's memorial service."

"Ah yes, but it will, " reassured Oliver," sometimes out of darkness a
little light shines through...by tomorrow night you all will see and will
be glad!"

Oliver winked at JT and they both had another laugh, still disbelieving the
good news they had just received from Harry Potter.



Chapter 25- Dear Uncle Freddie


         Mark Mungo-Marsh smiled to himself as he read the response from
his "uncle" Freddie. He knew that he had the upper hand and that he could
get Frederick J. Hamilton, the esteemed Eitor-In-Chief of the Daily
Prophet, to do almost anything he desired. Mark was the only person in the
world that knew about the skeletons in Frederick's closet and he was
prepared to expose them if necessary. But then again would anyone believe
him?

He sat back on his bed, in the thankfully empty dorm, and re-read the note
again:


Mark,

I am sorry to hear that you haven't discovered the information I hoped you
would of obtain.  It puts the paper in a bit of a predicament. We cannot go
to press with the Creevey story unless we have testimony from you or the
other boys that Potter and Longbottom were indeed having sex with them.

Perhaps you could offer some of the students' incentive money for memory if
you know what I mean.

Sometimes that is the way journalism works, especially if you have
competition. It really isn't about reporting the news, it is about sales
and we need this story to blow the Quibbler out of the water. At times you
have to bend the rules to get the desired results.


"Even if it's a total lie or a stretching of the truth...and this coming
from a man that always makes like he is the king of morality," said Mark
out loud in a disgusted tone

He continued reading:

I am sure your parents would be upset if they learned about those you call
friends so it may be to your advantage to gather the information that my
paper so desperately needs. Get back to me straight away and let me know if
you will be one of my team players.

Uncle Freddie



Mark felt disgusted; he wasn't part of the Daily Prophet team and he saw
right through the innuendo in Frederick's response.  Play ball with him and
comply or risk being outed to his parents. How dare he, thought Mark as he
crumpled up the letter, how dare he threaten me when I have all the dirt on
him.

"What a fucking hypocrite," screamed Mark out loud as he crumpled the
parchment into a smaller ball

The more he thought about it the more angry he got. Oh yes, he had plenty
of dirt on his "uncle" Freddie but if he was outed first no one would
believe Mark if he told the truth. They probably would assume, he thought,
that I am making up tall tales out of revenge. His mind spun as his anger
grew, so much so that he didn't notice Patrick Donnelly coming into his
dorm.

"You look a bit put off, Mark...something wrong?" asked Patrick noticing
the sour expression on Mark's face

"No...well maybe...I dunno," replied Mark looking at Patrick, "it's just
this letter from my "uncle Freddie"...he still wants me to get one of you
guys to rat out Potter and Longbottom...here read this," replied Mark
tossing the ball of parchment towards Patrick

Patrick took the crumpled up parchment, smoothed it out and then read it to
himself.

"He wants you to bribe us into ratting out the Professors?" exclaimed
Patrick handing the parchment back to Mark

"Yes, that is what he wants. Seems without me or one of you others he can't
validate his story"

"It's seems like he is threatening to tell your parents you are gay and
involved with the group if you don't do as he says."

"That's how I read it as well," answered Mark with indignation, "but if I
tell on him before he tells on me then I may be able to prevent that."

"Tell on him about what?" asked Patrick confused

"Close that door and use the Secludio Charm and I will tell
you...everything," said Mark, "just swear that, for now, it stays between
me and you...swear Patrick..."

"I swear, mate, you know us Slytherins have always been good at keeping
secrets," smiled Patrick as he closed the door.

He preformed the Secludio charm and then joined Mark, sitting next to him
on his bed.

"So now, tell me what the Editor-In-Chief of the Daily Prophet has to do
with you. Is he really your uncle?" asked Patrick

Mark laughed out loud, "No he is an honorary uncle...not blood for
sure...just a family friend that made sure he was my `uncle
Freddie'...especially after I turned nine."

"What happened when you were nine?" asked Patrick now totally intrigued

Mark took a deep breath and looked down at his lap. This was hard, harder
then he thought it would be to actually talk about a secret he had held on
for years. He had never told another soul what had happened and now, for
the sake of the good and his friends, he had to at least tell Patrick. He
took another breath and started to tell the whole story...for the first
time in his life.

He told Patrick that when he was nine, just days after his birthday, he had
a minor broom accident. He was given a training broom and lost control of
it as he flew around his back garden. He fell to the ground and broke his
leg. He was taken to St. Mungos where they quickly repaired the break and
then was sent home to rest. Although the break had been mended the muscles
in his upper right leg were still very sore. There wasn't much the healers
could do about the muscle stiffness.

Convinced that he was all right, his parents left two days later for a
planned holiday. Of course since he was nine he had to have someone that
was "just like family" there to baby-sit him. His "uncle" Freddie readily
accepted the job and stayed with Mark for the two weeks that his parents
were gone.

Prior to the accident, Mark had grown close to his adopted uncle. Visits
were always when his parents were around so nothing strange happened. It
was the first night when he was alone with Frederick that the odd, yet
pleasurable, things started to happen.

Mark told Patrick that all day his leg hurt badly and finally, when it was
close to bedtime, it reached its peak. His "uncle" suggested a hot bath to
soak the sore muscles and Mark agreed that the warmth of the water might
help. Mark thought it was odd, after the bath water was drawn, that Freddie
was still hovering around. Even though puberty was years away, Mark still
was a bit shy about exposing his private parts in front of strangers. But
Freddie insisted, lest Mark slip and injure his leg further, to stay with
him and help him get into the pool-like bath.

Once he was settled in his uncle left the bathroom and then came back
twenty minutes later when the water was starting to cool down. He helped
Mark get out of the bath and then, despite Mark's protests that he could do
it himself, helped towel dry him. Once dry "uncle" Freddie led Mark back to
his bedroom.

As Mark lay on his back, on his bed, Freddie asked if the bath helped. Mark
told him that it had helped some but he still felt quite achy and sore on
the upper part of his right leg. Freddie then made a suggestion. He told
Mark about a Muggle practice that sometimes worked with sore muscles and
aches like he was having. Freddie told Mark that when he was in London he
had encountered a Muggle massage pallor and they amazingly, without magic,
eased the pain he was having in his legs.

Trusting his uncle Freddie and desperate to relieve the annoying pain that
probably would make sleep difficult Mark agreed to let Frederick show him
what a massage was. Mark was again, a bit reluctant to take off his pajama
bottoms, until Freddie explained that it would not work properly if there
wasn't skin to skin contact.

So Mark complied and allowed Freddie to pull off his bottoms. Mark told
Patrick that part of him felt strange laying there half naked with his
uncle hovering over him. But the other part of him, the part that
desperately wanted the pain to go away, was all right with it. After all,
Mark explained to Patrick, he had known Freddie as "uncle" since he was a
baby. He trusted that he was going to do something to make him feel better
so he let him proceed.

Mark went on to tell Patrick how Freddie then climbed onto the bed, in
between his spread legs and then started massaging his right inner
thigh. Mark had to admit that the massage was indeed helping to relieve the
pain and it did feel quite good, especially when Freddie put a generous
glob of warmed lotion on his hands. Like anyone who experiences sensitive
to touch in that particular part of the body, another part of Mark's body
responded as well.

Horrified he soon realized that his little three-inch penis was fully hard
and sticking up for his uncle Freddie to see. Mark said that he quickly
flipped over to hide the unwanted erection, but his uncle told him not to
be embarrassed about it. He said that Muggles told him that things like
that naturally happened and that he also experienced the same problem. Mark
explained that his uncle laid down on his back and had Mark massage him
through his trousers. He had Mark rub his inner thigh and then told him to
stop. Freddie then grabbed Mark's hand and put it on his crotch. Mark said
he felt his uncle's hardon and his uncle simply said, "See it even happens
to me so don't be embarrassed!"

Mark said that Freddie told him to turn back over...after all they were
just like family so Mark shouldn't be embarrassed. Since it was obvious
that it just wasn't him, he had just felt his uncle's swelling cock in his
pants, Mark felt less shamed.  Using the rationalization of a nine-year old
he indeed figured that it was normal bodily reaction, that happened to all
males and he flipped back onto his back.

The massaging of Mark's inner thigh resumed, and despite trying to will it
down, his little cock seemed to get harder. He felt his uncle's hands going
up and down on his inner thigh and closed his eyes so he could concentrate
on the quite pleasing sensations that were indeed relieving the pain. As he
lay there with eyes shut tight his uncle asked how it was feeling. Of
course Mark said it felt wonderful. His uncle then asked him if he was
ready to feel something even better, something else he had experienced at
the Muggle massage pallor.

Happy that his pain was going away Mark said that he was game. Freddie
explained that this bit called for the use of his mouth and not his hands.
Mark opened his eyes and gave Freddie a confused look.

"Then it happened," said Mark to Patrick

"You mean he gave you a blow job? Isn't he totally straight?"

"Yeah well that is what he lets the world believe, in fact that is what he
always told me...that our fun was our little secret; something fun mates do
when there were no females available. From what I understand he had some
sort of crush on my mum when they were young...I guess he figured if he
couldn't have mum then he would have me since I look just like her minus
the boobs. "

"That's so typical, the biggest puff-bashers secretly lust after same-sex
family members and such," said Patrick disgusted, "easier to manipulate and
keep quiet I guess. So what happened next?"

Mark continued the story while Patrick listened attentively. He explained
that he thought his body would explode when Freddie put his mouth on his
cock. Once he felt that all inhibitions left and he began to instinctively
pump his little cock in and out of his uncle's mouth. In no time he had his
first dry orgasm, that not only relieved the pain but sent him into
absolute ecstasy. Wanting to not let the experience end Mark had asked his
uncle if his leg still hurt.

"Of course Freddie's leg didn't hurt for real," said Mark to Patrick with a
frown, "but at the time I was ready to believe anything. I wanted more of
what he was doing and wanted to repay him by making him feel good as well."

"So he played along with the game and pretended he needed a massage from
you"

"Right you are, Patrick!"

Mark continued to explain that he had his uncle strip down below the waist
and began massaging in the same spot his uncle had for him. Of course
Freddie's cock immediately hardened and Mark was transfixed. He was amazed
by the size and the patch of brownish hair that encircled his uncle's uncut
cock; although his uncle was of average size it still looked huge to a boy
of nine.

Mark said that he was fascinated with the clear, yet sticky, liquid that
seemed to be leaking from his uncle's cockhead. His uncle had explained
that it was called precum and that it helped increase the sensations. Mark
said that finally he was ready to give his uncle "mouth therapy" and did
what his uncle had just done to him.

"On the positive side, I think that is when I realized I was gay. I didn't
know what gay was per se, but I knew that I liked cock and what my
so-called uncle did to me," said Mark squeezing his crotch

"Are you getting hard talking about this?" asked Patrick amazed

"A little bit...it always happens when I think about it...see as out of
bounds as it was, remembering that feeling of my first dry cum and the way
his cock felt in my mouth makes me bone."

"Do you think what he did back then is what made you gay?" asked Patrick

"Well when you were a boy did anyone do anything like this to you?"

"Not really, I just started fooling around with some mates when I was
twelve..."

"Well then no...my 'uncle' conning me into having sex with him at age nine
didn't make me gay...it just clued me into the fact that I was. A bit
earlier then most but I am convinced that is the way I was always meant to
be. Females have never interested me at all and I never saw the big deal
about big boobs...what's the point?"

They both had a laugh about that and agreed that they both probably were
gay because it was the way it was supposed to be. After the laughter died
down, Patrick eager to hear the rest urged Mark to go on.

"So what happened after you sucked him?" asked Patrick now beginning to
bone himself watching Mark occasionally squeeze his hardon through his
pants

Mark continued to give Patrick all the details. After Mark made a valiant
attempt at stuffing as much of Freddie's cock in his mouth as he could,
Freddie had him get on his knees and they sixty-nined. The result was
another dry cum for Mark while getting his first mouthful of man sperm.

Mark explained that after that time, up until recently, Freddie would come
to visit. His parents, blind to what was really happening, always
encouraged Freddie to go spend time in Mark's spacious room. On the outside
it appeared as if though Mark and his "uncle" Freddie were as close as
could be. But the reality was, as Mark hit puberty and had discovered the
Muggle internet, that Freddie had, as Mark so clearly stated, "used me as
his sex toy so he could stay in the closet and so no one would suspect that
he was gay himself."

"And your parents never suspected anything...never came up and caught him
in the act?"

"No, what you have to understand...and I hope it doesn't sound like I am
bragging...we are very well off. The mansion is huge and my room is in an
isolated corner of the house. All the floors are wooden so even if I was in
the middle of shooting a load I could hear footsteps well before they
reached my door. He would usually claim, after he stayed the whole evening,
that he didn't want to travel all the way home. So of course he had his own
guest room...there are eight bedrooms in that place by the way...and he
would come visit me when my parents were safely asleep in their own room on
the opposite side of the mansion."

"And you didn't tell him to go away...to stop once you got older and
figured out that he was using you for his own pleasure?" asked Patrick
confused again

"I played along right until the time I came to Hogwarts. While I was
certain he had taken advantage of my innocence as a prepubescent boy and he
had sex with me mostly for his benefit, part of me didn't want to stop
it. I had no gay mates and I liked his blow jobs better then having a
wank...but now things are different.....I have you and I have Nicky for my
fun if you know what I mean"

"What are you going to do to get him off the Professors cases? Tell your
parents...tell the authorities?"

"I don't think I will go that far. You saw what they did to the
Professors. Yes Frederick J. Hamilton would be outed and shamed; the
Quibbler would have a field day exposing him, but this sort of story will
actually help the homophobes justify their belief that only the sexually
molested end up confused and gay. I think it's time I dish out to him some
of the same crap he tried to give to me in his letter!"

"So then what are you going to tell him?"

"Hang on and you will see," answered Mark going into his trunk to get a
quill and parchment.

He began writing his response to his dear "uncle" Freddie. When he finished
he handed the letter to Patrick.

"Go ahead and read it," said Mark with a grin

Patrick quickly read the letter out loud:


Dearest Uncle:

I understand your predicament but I cannot offer you any help. I cannot
betray my friends and speaking my new GAY friends, I slipped and told of
one of them about us. I told him about our little massage sex, and your
"mouth therapy" that we have been enjoying for years now...since I was
nine.

Don't worry...he promised he won't tell anyone...especially not his dad who
coincidently works at The Quibbler!

I am sure you will keep my secret and we will keep yours so long as you
swear to destroy that Creevey story and lay off both Potter and Longbottom
or I am afraid that our little affair will be the next big breaking story
the publishing world will see.

I am sure you wouldn't want that and you want the special times between you
and I to continue. So I expect that you will write back telling me you
dropped the matter, laid off the Potter and Longbottom, who really aren't
much different from you and all will be well.

I'll look forward to your speedy response.

Love,

Mark



Patrick looked up and smiled widely at Mark, "Brilliant...absolutely
brilliant! But my dad doesn't work at The Quibbler"

"What dearest uncle doesn't know won't hurt him!" smiled Mark slyly as he
pulled in Patrick close for a hug


Chapter 26- The End Of An Era


          After a minimal amount of sleep Harry and Neville woke early to
get ready to return as teachers to Hogwarts. A good portion of the night
before was spent packing up their belongings and then sending them off to
the school. An owl had arrived from Ron which said that he and Hermione
were not really going to use the Hogsmead flat so Neville and Harry could
continue to use it as a "get away from the school". So they left a few
things at that flat; just some basics that they didn't really need at the
school. After everything was sorted out and packed Harry, with a wave of
his wand, sent the belongings to the school.

Both were excited by their return to Hogwarts, but before they would be
officially welcomed back they would be attending the memorial service for
Minerva McGonagall. After quick showers and a hasty breakfast they were
dressed and were on their way. At the school they met up with Ron and
Hermione and they all went in together and soon they were ushered into the
Great Hall.

The appearance of Harry and Neville drew some attention, particularly
amongst "Ollie's Boys", but most were not paying attention. All that had
known Minerva McGonagall were focused on the fact that they were there to
say goodbye to their former Headmistress. A woman that was firm yet perhaps
the most compassionate witch to ever hold the office of head of Hogwarts.

It was a simple, yet respectful service; long time friends and associates
of Minerva McGonagall spoke at length about her character and the type of
person she was. Tears came to Harry's eyes as he heard his name
mentioned. Minister of Magic Arthur Weasley was telling the assembled
mourners about McGonagall's contribution to the Order of the Phoenix and
how her secret mission was to look after Harry Potter.

At one point Arthur said, "Minerva once told me that she had to be
particularly hard on Harry Potter. Not because she considered him to be a
bad egg but because she loved him as her own child and was fearful that she
would make the mistake of allowing her love for Potter to blossom into
favoritism."

Harry had never stopped to consider that she had felt that warmly towards
him. He made a mental note to visit her portrait once things got settled
back down at the school. Finally all the speakers were done and the service
was drawing to a close. The assembled in the Great Hall wouldn't be going
outside for a burial. As per her last wishes her burial was done days ago.

McGonagall had requested a simple service, and as acting Headmaster
Flitwick had mentioned to the staff before the memorial, she didn't want
her memorial to outshine that of Albus Dumbledore's. So her wishes were
respected and the service went as planned.

Earlier in the week her body had been laid to rest next to
Dumbledore's. She insisted on a smaller monument, so again, she wouldn't
outshine Dumbledore. In her last will and testament she asked that the
school start a new tradition. She had asked that the area where
Dumbledore's marble tomb existed be made the official burial ground of
Hogwarts Headmasters.

Of course the family of the deceased would have the right to have the
actual body buried where they wanted to but Hogwarts would reserve the
right to erect a memorial tombstone in their honor. Since McGonagall's
family had crossed over long ago she was only too happy to have her remains
lie next to Dumbledore's.

It had been a couple of busy days for Fillius Flitwick so he was glad that
the whole ordeal would soon be over. The only thing left today was
introducing the new Headmistress at dinner. When he had received word that
a replacement was found he was elated. Since this was his final year of
teaching he could go back to the simple life...teaching without the stress
of being an administrator.

A new addition to his classroom was created with a few waves of a wand and
without haste he moved his belongings out of the Deputy Headmaster's
quarters and into his new place of residence. That made him happy as well;
the Deputy Headmaster's suite was far too large for someone of his
size. The new addition to his classroom was perfect and designed with his
height needs in mind. Overall, while still feeling pangs of sadness, over
losing one of his best friends at the school, he was happy that his life
was moving on and that a new Headmistress would take over today.

Harry and Neville surveyed the Deputy Headmaster's suite and were surprised
at how well appointed it was. The place was huge and nearly as big as the
entire Divination classroom.  There was a sitting room, a private kitchen
along with a balcony that encircled the tower the suite was located in. The
bathroom was spacious and nearly as huge as the Prefect's bath. There was a
master bedroom as well as a guest bedroom. The last feature of the suite
pleased both Harry and Neville.

Since Neville would be sharing classes with the exchange teacher, that had
been called in to replace him, his old quarters next to the greenhouses
were occupied. Flitwick had told him that the new Headmistress sent her
apologies about the inconvenience and that she hoped that they wouldn't
mind sharing the suite as there was no other available quarters to house
Neville in.

Of course, for Flitwick's benefit, Neville pretended to be put off by
this. But in the end he assured Flitwick that the loss of personal privacy
would be something he would endure for the good of the school.

"Pretty sharp that Hooch, don't ya think?" asked Harry flopping down on the
bed in the guest room, "arranging this set up and convincing Fillius that
there was no other choice then to make us share quarters!"

"Yes, it was sharp of her," agreed Neville, "do you think Arthur Weasley
told her that we are a couple?"

"I am sure of it...I mean think about it Neville. In a matter of minutes
they created new quarters for Fillius just off his classroom. It wouldn't
have been a big deal to create a new space for you by the
greenhouses. Hooch set this up for sure...I know she knows but we have to
still be discreet."

"Agreed Harry, I'll set up this room with all of my belongings. In the
common areas we can have the generic junk. Seems a shame though," said
Neville joining Harry on the bed, "this comfy bed won't get much use!"

"Well then perhaps we can use the master bedroom for sleeping and this one
for recreation!" grinned Harry pulling Neville on top of him

After a long kiss Neville broke away and looked in Harry's eyes, "It feels
like we are really back home Harry, you know what I mean?"

"I do indeed. Hogwarts has always been home for me...so I guess we need to
have our own homecoming celebration!"

"What kind of celebration?" asked Neville raising his eyebrows

"Well since Hooch basically arranged for us to live together, and no doubt
sleep together here, let's start off right," answered Harry starting to
unzip Neville's pants, "let's break in the guest bed with a bit of fun."

Neville didn't resist as Harry fished out Neville's hardening cock out of
the zipper hole of his trousers. After bending down to give Harry another
kiss Neville moved farther up Harry's chest as he straddled him. Harry
opened his mouth and took as much of Neville's hard cock as he could. As
Neville began to rhythmically pump in and out Harry stroked his own cock,
which he managed to pull out as well.

After another thirty minutes of lovemaking the two lay side by side,
cuddling in each other's arms. Harry stroked Neville's hair and then smiled
at him.

"Now it feels even better to be home, doesn't it?" asked Harry with a wink

"No matter where we are Harry...here or on the moon, so long as you are
with me I will feel at home," answered Neville as he squeezed Harry
tighter, secure in the arms of the man he had always loved.

~

Frederick J. Hamilton read the note from Mark Mungo-Marsh over again. This
was at least the tenth time he had read it. He had hoped to find some sort
of loophole in what Mark was saying but he just couldn't. Clearly if he
allowed the article, with Creevey's accusations about Potter and
Longbottom, to go to print Mark would squeal on him. He shuddered as he
imagined his name on a headline in his own paper:

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF HAMILTON ACCUSED OF BUGGERING UNDERAGE LAD!


He couldn't risk exposure for a lousy story. Guilt filled him as he
realized that Mark was right in one of his statements. He was trying to
sell papers by bashing Potter and Longbottom while he, himself, had done
nearly the same thing with Mark Mungo-Marsh for years. He had to admit the
boy was right, despite the reasons for his lifelong secrecy, it really
didn't justify the hypocrisy. Business was one thing but how could he sell
out Potter and Longbottom when he was the same as they were?

Frederick knew deep down that it was so; the only difference was people
knew about Potter and Longbottom but no one knew about Frederick. He loved
Mark, he truly did, and thaat fact alone made his shame increase
tenfold. In a perfect world, if he could have come out as being a gay male,
he would have prefered a same age life partner. But expectations put on
him, early on in his life, made it an impossibility. He would have lost
everything if his family and friends had learned the truth. He buried his
face in his hands as he cursed himself for being so blindly stupid.

It had always seemed, to Frederick, as if Mark approved of their intimate
moments but perhaps it was more convenience than acceptance. Mark allowed
him to do what he wanted because Mark had no one else; no other gay boy his
age was a friend or a confideant in his young life. The same held true for
Frederick and now that Mark had found gay mates at the school Frederick
really knew that he had no one. The sex play with Mark would surely cease
and that added to the anger and the frustration Frederick was feeling as he
re-read Mark's note.

Frederick, totally frustrated and angry at himself, crumpled up the
parchment and threw it on his desk and then yelled out for his
secretary. For his own sake, and Mark's, he had decided what he was going
to do. There was only one way to make sure Mark and the friend he spoke to
would keep quiet and not land him in Azkaban. He really had no choice in
the matter, the boy had forced his hand. If he didn't comply then Mark
would blow the whistle on him. The consequences for Frederick would be bad
enough, but the boy hadn't considered the hell he would be put through if
the truth were known.

His secretary rushed into his office with her notepad in hand.

"Get Wilkes in here now," commanded Hamilton as he paced the floor of his
office

A few minutes later Janet Wilkes stood before a sour looking
Frederick. Fearing the worst she let him speak first.

"I want all the materials associated with the Creevey story," said Hamilton
flatly

"You want them so the piece can go to press?" asked Janet hopefully

"It won't be going to press...ever!" barked Hamilton taking Janet aback a
bit

"I don't understand, sir, I thought that we..."

"There is no need for you to understand anything, missy. Your job is to
report the news. It is my job to decide what is printed and I say this
story will never be ran in this paper or any other for that matter."

"But why, sir? I worked so hard..."  .  "Yes, I realize that Janet, good
job indeed, but let's just say a big snag has come up and it wouldn't be
prudent to use that story at this time. No more questions...go get me the
recording and the entire file on the story...now!"

Knowing that she was fighting a losing battle Janet Wilkes left in a hurry
to retrieve what her boss wanted. In five minutes time she returned with
items Frederick had requested. No further discussion was needed and Janet
was dismissed. Frederick locked his door as he ushered her out. Janet sat
down in the waiting room, totally stunned by the fact that her story, that
would have sent her journalism career into the stratosphere, had been put
to bed.

"Bad meeting, dear?" asked Frederick's aging secretary

"Yes, just some...stunnigly bad news," answered Janet burying her face in
her hands

Frederick gathered the clipboard that held the recorded voice of Colin
Creevey and the large file that accompanied it. He placed them in a pile in
his fireplace and then retrieved his wand. Silently he performed the
Incinero charm and the pile burst into flames.

As he watched the evidence burn he went back to his desk and penned a quick
note to Mark Mungo-Marsh:

Mark,

Burned the Creevey tape and the entire file.

No need for you to worry about Potter and Longbottom anymore.

Story will never be run in the Prophet or any other paper.

I am sorry for everything...I truly am...I always thought you were
alright...with everything...I am sorry I was such an old fool.

Love,

Uncle Freddie


After sending his owl on its way Frederick poured himself a
drink...straight up Gin and quickly gulped it all down. He paused for a
moment and looked at the picture of Mark and his mother that sat on his
desk. Tears filled his eyes as regret and shame filled his heart once
again. With the realization that his special times with Mark were long gone
his zest for life seemed to be zapped away as well. He had never meant to
hurt or use the boy but when he looked at himself in the mirror he knew he
did. Whether or not Mark had agreed to participate was not the issue.

Initially it was he, Frederick, who manipulated the innocent young boy into
doing exactly what he wanted him to do. Fear crept over him as well. Even
though he had destroyed the Creevey story recordings and files, he knew,
based on past stories his own paper had published involving the same sort
of scenerio he and Mark had been involved in, that eventually the truth
would see the light of day.

Thoughts of prison and public shame filled his head again. No, he said to
himself, no I cannot let things end up that way. Again he took hold of the
picture of Mark and his mother and held it close to his heart. More and
more tears streamed down his face making vision nearly impossible. He
released the picture and let it fall to the floor, shattering the glass
that covered it. He wiped the tears from his eyes and then located his
wand.

With one quick motion he picked up his wand and silently performed another
incantation.

The flames in the fireplace seemed to reach out, as if they had arms, and
in a flash the entire office was engulfed in flames.

"Smells like something is burning," said Frederick's secretary looking
quite alarmed

"It's nothing," said Janet unfazed, "probably just the rest of my career
going up in smoke."

Minutes later it was apparent that more then her career was up in
flames. Smoke poured out from under the door sending the two women fleeing
the outer office in horror in search of help and the fire brigade.

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THAT'S IT FOR PART NINE- NEARLY THE END OF THIS STORY...ONE MORE THREE PART
SUBMISSION COMING SOON AND THEN THE FINAL CHAPTER AND EPILOGUE...I HOPE YOU
ALL ARE ENJOYING THE STORY! 

CHEERS!
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"OLLIE'S BOYS" INCLUDE:

1st year:
Nicky Lang , Mark Mungo-Marsh

2nd year:
Matt Mateo

3rd year:
Michael O'Toole, Martin Mackey

4th year:
Lonnie Livingston, Marcus Long, Eric Lynn

5th year:
Ian and Issac Isley, Sam Chang, Stevie Millsack

6th year:
Alan Keyes, Patrick Donnelly, Rafael Ortega

7th year:
Thomas Greer, Andrew Kelley, Earl Craig
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