Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 14:02:29 EST
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "Harry Potter and David" t/t, mast, oral

Harry Potter and David 01
By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

Author's Notes: This story is complete fiction.  All characters belong to
J. K. Rowling except for ones I invent for this story.


Harry Potter and David 01


      I flew through the snowstorm, chilled to the bone.  I was tired and I
could feel a cold coming on as well.  Last thing I needed.
      "Fuck," I growled to myself, "Where the hell is Hogwarts!"  I knew I
had to be on the right road, I had run into the snowstorm nearly two hours
ago.  The compass on the Firebolt I was riding kept me pointed in the right
direction.  I had been sitting on the damn thing for nearly fourteen hours.
My ass was sore.  I checked the time on my watch. It was nearing six at
night, London time.
      "Glad this trip is almost over," I thought to myself.
      I sighed, letting my mind wander back over my life.  Everything had
seemed so normal up to two months ago.  I had never imagined in my wildest
dreams this would ever happen.  The earliest memory I have was being in a
home with a bunch of other little kids when I was four years old.  Then a
man came out of nowhere and took me with him.  He told me that I was going
to live with him and that he was going to take care of me now.  He was
strange looking.  His eyes were coal black and different from mine.  He
scared me at first.  I eventually found out he was Japanese.  The first
thing he made me do was to take off my clothes.  After bathing me, he
taught me how to wear what was called a mawashi, something martial artists
and sumo wrestlers wear.  It was all I wore during the ten years I lived
with him.  I never went anywhere.  He home schooled me in everything I
needed to know, including the ninja martial arts.  The house we lived in
was a simple one.  There were four rooms.  One was our sleeping room with
the bath attached; the second was the main room where some of the training
took place, the kitchen, and a strange room that I managed to peek into.  I
saw lots of shelves holding bottles of strange things, a huge pot, which I
found out later was a cauldron, and strange books.  He would be in there
late at night, doing weird chants and strange smells would come from the
cauldron.
      Things changed slightly when I turned eleven.  It was then I
discovered that I was gay.  All I knew was that looking at pictures of
other boys turned me on.  I'd collect the pictures out of the ads that came
with the Sunday newspapers, especially in the summer when the boys modeled
swimwear.  I always got a thrill off them.  It was the only way I could
learn about erections and being able to cum.  Unfortunately he discovered
my picture stash the summer I turned fourteen, which I thought I had hidden
so well.  He had gotten furious and beat me hard.  I had never felt pain
like that except for when he was training me.  After that, he watched me a
lot closer and trained me harder.  It was then that I found out what he had
planned for me all along.
      That night, he came to my room around seven and made me follow him
outside.  He led me to the porch and handed me something foul smelling.
      "You will drink this potion down to the last drop," he snapped at me.
I shivered at the sound of his voice, really scared.  I did it, gagging at
the taste.  It made me dizzy and nauseous.  The next thing I knew, I was
lying on my back on something hard and cold.  I could hear something going
on inside of my head, a strange voice chanting something.  I felt myself
being lifted and turned over, my ass up in the air and the mawashi being
taken off me.  Suddenly a bright light exploded in my head and I closed my
eyes to keep from being blinded.  I opened my eyes again and then realized
I could think again.  I moved over and lay on my side.  He was right behind
me, fury on his face and naked.  I blinked, not sure what was going on.
All I knew that he was going to hurt me.  I grabbed something lying nearby
and thrust it at him.  It turned out to be his battle sword, the Katana.
His eyes opened wide and he hissed in shock.  He collapsed as I scrambled
backwards.  Suddenly I heard loud popping sounds and then there were people
there.  I tried to say something and then felt myself falling.  My head hit
something hard, and I blacked out.


      After I came to two days later, I learned the truth behind the man I
had lived with for ten years.  His name was Ichiro, a demon wizard from the
15th century.  Apparently he was going to absorb my body into his in order
to keep his life going through the dark arts.  He had given me lots of
physical training, including weight lifting because he wanted a strong
body.  He also trained me in the ninja arts because he wanted to be able to
defend himself when attacked.  The reason the potion failed was because my
emerging magical nature counteracted the evil potion and protected me.  The
wizards that came to my rescue tried their best to explain it all.  In the
two weeks I spent with them, they gave me a few tests to see how deep my
abilities went.  Apparently I was capable of doing wandless magic.  They
decided that I should go to England, to a school called Hogwarts.  They
told me of the headmaster there named Dumbledore, a wizard that was very
powerful and wise.  They said he was the one who could help me better than
they could.  They gave me lessons in how to ride a broom. They discovered
Ichiro had lots of money and three swords.  The wizards analyzed the swords
and discovered that the long one, a 40 inch sword called the Katana, a
medium sized one 30 inches long called the Wakizaki, and a smaller one ten
inches long called the Tanto had been crafted and worn by a 15th century
Japanese wizard.  According to diaries kept by Ichiro, he killed the
wizards to possess the swords for the magical properties they had.  The
swords were now mine.  Arrangements were made to transfer the money we
found to someplace called Gringott's Wizarding Bank in London.  I left New
England on the Firebolt around three one morning, staying close to the
surface of the ocean, and then once I was ten miles out, rose to cloud
level and engaged the turbo mode on the Firebolt.  That thing could move.


      Thank God, I didn't have any problems crossing the ocean.  I was
pretty big for a newly minted fifteen year old.  I stand six foot even, a
bodybuilder's build, and short brown hair.
      I pressed on, wanting to make Hogwarts before it got too late.  It
was another hour before I spotted the torches outlining the castle.
      "Thank God!" I exclaimed loudly.
      I sneezed again as I made my descent.  I really was cold now.  I
swore, pissed off at the fact I now had a flaming cold.  I don't get rid of
them that quick.  Walking up the steps, I approached the great doors and
had a flash of sudden danger.  Drawing my Katana, I tried to relax the best
I could.  I quietly walked in and saw four figures in robes and masks.  I
had no idea who they were.  They weren't here to swap recipes, though.
      "You are so pretty, my dear," one sneered at a red headed girl, "I
would love to turn you over on this table and listen to you squeal wile I
plant my big root in your ass."
      That was all I needed to hear.  I relaxed and felt a calm go over me.
A Shaolin priest once told me when I fought, I should never show any
emotions, especially anger.
      "It will lead you to the dark side.  You will never come back," he
said.
      "I suggest you gentlemen leave now," my voice sounded from
everywhere.  Everyone immediately turned to see me at the top of the steps.
      "You going to make us?" the second one yelled.
      I stood there, not giving in to his taunt.  I stared him down and he
turned away.
      "You will leave now," my voice said again from everywhere in the
room.
      "What happens if we don't?" the third challenged me.
      "Find out," my voice rang inside the great hall.
      The fourth whom had been taunting the girl nodded, and then suddenly
yanked his wand from underneath his robe.
      "Avada Kedavra!" he screamed too late.
      I was moving long before he yanked out his wand, pulling and throwing
one of my small throwing knives.  It thumped home in the middle of the
man's chest and he blinked in surprise at the protruding black metal in his
chest.  He was dead long before he hit the floor.  I finished my roll and
took on threat number two, standing close to me.
      "Crucio!" he yelled, his spell missing me by inches.
      I grabbed him by the throat and broke his neck with my grip as I
tossed him in the air towards the two remaining weirdoes.  They caught his
body in midair and I landed on the floor in front of them.  The two of them
shivered at the sight of me.  I was soaked to the skin by the wet snow, my
eyes were red from staying open for nearly twenty-four hours, and I had
just killed their two friends in mere seconds.
      "We'll leave," one of them said as he grabbed at the body of his dead
companion, blocking the last one behind him.  He shifted suddenly, and I
drew my Katana, struck, and then sheathed it once more.  The man with the
wand out sniggered.
      "He missed," he laughed.
      He shook the wand just a little, but it was enough.  It fell to
pieces in four parts.  The men quickly paled.
      "NOW LEAVE OR DIE!" the shout sounded like thunder.
      Everyone clapped their hands over their ears except for an older man
at the table.  He just looked straight at me.  The two men before me in
their robes and masks quickly grabbed their dead friends and ran out the
door. I closed my eyes and relaxed, putting my fighting spirit away.  I
opened my eyes again, and suddenly felt extremely exhausted.
      "Any chance I could get a room for the night?" I cracked before
collapsing and losing consciousness.


      I woke up in a comfortable warm bed.  I groaned and moved a bit.  I
was still feeling worn out, but I noticed my cold had cleared up.  I opened
my eyes to see myself in a room that looked like a hospital.  I panicked,
sitting up quickly.
      "Easy now, you are safe," a voice said.
      I turned to see the old man I had seen when I first arrived.  He
touched my shoulder and calmed me down.  He could see the wild panic in my
eyes.  I blinked a few times and then slowly calmed down.
      "I'm alright now," I said.
      "Good.  You have been asleep for three days.  We were beginning to
worry about you.  We had no idea who you were or why you were here until I
received an owl from my friend in the States.  He has explained everything.
It was a good thing you came along when you did.  Those Death Eaters would
have hurt people," he said.
      "The men in masks," I said, settling down on the pillows.
      "Yes.  They are Voldemort's men.  He is a very evil wizard," the man
explained.
      I nodded.  "I've heard of the guy.  By the way, my name is David."
      "I am Albus Dumbledore.  Welcome to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.
      I smiled.  "Thank you.  I wish my arrival was under better
circumstances."
      He nodded.  "I agree."
      I sighed.  "Any chance I could get something to eat?"
      He smiled, and a bowl of soup appeared in front of me.  I slowly
sipped it and it restored me before long.  Once the lady named Madame
Pomfrey released me, I was more than eager to get out of there.  I followed
Dumbledore to his office and went inside with him.  He didn't press for
details about my life, he knew I'd tell him before long.  We did talk about
what I would be doing and what I'd be learning.  Sure I had raw power at my
disposal, but I was untrained in the ways of using it.  The fact that I was
one of the rare few that could work magic with out using a wand wasn't lost
on him either.
      "It just means you will have to work harder," he said.
      "That's okay.  I'm not a stranger to hard work," I said.  He nodded
like he understood.  "Tonight you will be sorted into a House here at
Hogwarts.  There are four of them.  There's so much I can tell you about
Hogwarts, but I will let people explain things to you as you go."
      "Understood sir," I said.
      At dinner that night, I stood before the great doors again and waited
for them to open again.  Finally they did, and I walked through them.  I
stood there at the steps going down and waited until the doors closed
behind me and I had everyone's attention.
      "Sir Dumbledore, I am one called David.  I have no last name because
I don't know my linage.  I humbly ask you sir, to take me on as a student,"
I said, dropping to one knee.  I called him Sir Dumbledore because I wasn't
sure of his exact title at the school, and I hoped my actions were proper.
He rose and motioned for silence at the talking that broke out at my
statement.
      "First off, I extend to you my thanks for saving lives through your
actions a few nights ago.  Hogwarts owes you a debt of honor.  Second, my
title here is Headmaster.  Calling me Sir Dumbledore is not necessary," he
said.  I bowed my head.  "Please forgive the offense."
      "There was none intended.  You did not know.  Third, I shall accept
you as a student here.  Please come forward and be sorted into a House,"
Dumbledore said.
      I walked down the center towards the stool and the woman standing
there.
      "I am Minerva McGonagall, the assistant to the Headmaster," she
introduced herself, holding what looked like an old hat.
      I bowed my head.  "Lady McGonagall."
      She smiled at the use of my words and I could tell she liked me
already.  "Please sit on the stool and I will place the sorting hat on your
head."
      I sat on the stool and the hat was placed on my head.  I could feel
something happening.  I could feel something moving around in my mind.
      "Interesting," the hat said.  "Much darkness.  Perhaps Slytherin.
No, that would be wrong.  Better things here.  Yes, of course.
GRYFFINDOR!"
      A table in front of me exploded in cheers and whistles as I returned
the hat to the professor.  I sat down at the table and nodded at each one.
Then I came face to face with the most popular person in the Wizard world.
Harry Potter.


      We stared at each other for a few minutes.  I felt myself being drawn
into his emerald green eyes.  There was strength there, and power as well.
I blinked, ending the spell.  Harry Potter blinked as well.  I wanted to
ask what had happened, but he shook his head and I knew the questions would
have to wait.
      "Harry Potter," he said, shaking my hand.
      He introduced me to the others at the table.  I shook hands with all
and sat down.  Food appeared out of nowhere.  I was hungry, but wisely
decided to take my time and eat sensibly.  No need to get sick again.  I
enjoyed the food.  It was well done and I took my time and ate.  I listened
to the talk floating around the table, all kinds of interesting subjects.
A red headed boy noticed my confusion.
      "Are we losing you here?" Ron Weasley asked.
      "A little.  I sure have much to learn about Hogwarts," I said.
      Another boy addressed me.  "You'll catch on in time."
      "I hope so Neville?" I asked.
      He grinned.  "Right on the first try."
      "I'm a little slow with names," I confessed.
      An older red haired boy nodded.  "You'll be fine."
      "Thanks George," I said.  "I appreciate the vote of confidence."
      Hermione Granger turned to me.  "So what do you think of Hogwarts?"
      I shrugged.  "Haven't seen much yet."
      "Be right back," she said, getting up and going to the high table
where the staff sat at and talked to McGonagall.
      Returning to the table, she sat down next to me.  "I've gotten
permission for Harry, Ron, and myself to give you the grand tour tomorrow.
Don't worry about trying to remember where everything is.  It took me a
week to learn the layout of the school."
      Ron and Harry grinned.
      "Thanks Hermione.  We'll have fun tomorrow."
      Dinner was finished in short order and I followed the three up to the
Gryffindor tower.  There was a huge picture of a fat lady on a wall in
front of us.
      "Hi," Hermione said.  "This is David.  He just joined us here.  The
password is fairy lights."
            "So nice to meet you, young man.  Welcome to Hogwarts," she
said as the picture swung open.  I followed them inside to find a large
commons room.  There was a fireplace with a bright cheery fire blazing.  I
sat down in one of the leather chairs after moving my Katana off my back.
I stared at the fire for a bit, enjoying its warmth on my face.  It felt
good.
      "Damn, this is the life!" I exclaimed.
      The three sat down in chairs next to me.  Harry was the next to
speak.
      "I sometimes wish I could just sit here and forget the world outside
the door.  I feel safe here, especially with my good friends around me," he
said.
      "Here here," Ron nodded as other people agreed with Harry's
statement.
      I felt relaxed.  I knew now that coming here was the right thing.  I
stared into the fire and wasn't aware of the others leaving and going to
bed.  Harry spoke again, breaking the silence and my train of thoughts.
      "David, about what happened down in the dining hall.  Was all that my
imagination, or did it really happen?" he asked.
      "It happened, Harry.  Something caused us to connect.  Harry, I need
to tell you this and I hope it doesn't ruin our friendship.  I'm gay,
Harry.  It means I like boys instead of girls," I said.
      Harry turned to the fire, and I could see something going on in his
face.  "So am I."
      "Confusing, isn't it?" I asked.
      "Yes, very.  I'm not sure how to approach Dumbledore with what I'm
feeling.  Glad I met you.  Perhaps we can help each other," Harry
suggested.
      "That would be cool," I said.
      We stood up, and the weight that was on my shoulders was gone.  Now
one person knew, and he turned out like me.  Harry touched my shoulder and
smiled.  I knew for sure that things would work out now.
      I followed Harry up to the boy's dormitory rooms, and he pointed out
my bed.  I suddenly realized I didn't have any clean clothes to wear.  I
was wearing exactly what I had arrived in.
      "Damn!" I swore.
      "Something wrong?" Harry asked.
      "Yeah.  I don't have any clothes," I replied.
      "I'll loan you some of mine and we'll try to get you more if we can
take you down to Hogsmeade," Harry suggested.
      "Thanks man," I said.
      I turned and got onto the bed and drew the curtains shut.  It was a
huge bed, and very comfortable.  All I did was stretch out on it, and in
moments, was asleep.


      Harry's yodeling woke me up.  I peeked out the curtains and noticed
it was morning.  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stretched out,
cracking joints and muscle.  Harry must have heard, because he turned to
see me coming out of bed.
      "The idea of going to bed is to take off your clothes and getting
under the covers David," he laughed.
      "Oh yeah.  Laugh it up.  Love you too," I said as the other boys
laughed.
      Harry studied me for a moment, and then turned to his trunk.  He
pulled out a pair of jeans, a short sleeve shirt, briefs, and socks.  He
handed them to me.
      "Hope they fit," he said.  "Shower room is this way."
      That was something I was kind of dreading.  Living alone in the house
with Ichiro had deprived me of experiences most boys go through.  This was
one of them.  I was going to shower with a bunch of naked boys, and I
didn't know how to deal with that.  I calmed myself down and decided to go
for it.  Whatever happened happened.  I followed Harry into the shower room
in just my briefs.  I looked around at the other boys that followed us in
as well.  I noticed some had extra skin over their cocks and others didn't.
All of us were the same age or close to it, but they were all different.
One guy looked big and he could pass easily for eighteen, while another boy
looked like he was still eleven.  It occurred to me that some boys matured
at different times than others.  Harry's body was inbetween, slim but not
too skinny, and his cock appeared to be about six inches long and he was
one of those who had extra skin covering the head.  He was starting to
develop some muscles in the right places.  Harry just flat out turned me
on.
      I got dressed in the clothes Harry had loaned me.  They were a near
perfect fit.  Slipping the Katana on my back, I went down to breakfast.
Harry approached the High table and talked to Dumbledore for a few minutes.
The man nodded and Harry came back to the table.
      "Included in today's tour is the shopping district of Hogsmeade.
Dumbledore said to charge it to the school," Harry told me as he dived into
his food.
      "I'll have to thank him later," I said.
      I watched Ron and Hermione walk up to the table and join us.  I had
the distinct feeling they were becoming more than just friends.  I hoped
so, they seemed right for each other.  I just knew it.  I finished my
breakfast and was sipping my coffee while waiting for Harry, Ron, and
Hermione to map out the tour.  Harry informed them of the newly added stop
for the day.
      "Good.  We can do that one right after lunch," Hermione suggested.  I
nodded.  "Sounds like a plan."  Harry rose.  "Shall we get started?"  We
left the great hall and started touring the school.  We peeked into a
number of classrooms and the teachers were kind enough to give a short
description of what they were teaching.  I was intrigued by what I saw and
heard.  I had no doubts I would learn a lot here.  We went down into the
dungeons area for what Ron called Potions.
      "It's taught by the head of Slytherin House," Ron said as we entered
the classroom.  People looked up as we walked in.  A man turned to face us.
His hair was cut in the short bowl style and black, he had a hardness about
him that scared me some, and he was a bit pale.  He walked over to where we
stood.
      "David, this is Professor Severus Snape.  He is the potions master
here, one of the best," Harry said, introducing me to the man.
      "Well said, Potter.  I know you and Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley are
showing him around at Dumbledore's suggestion.  Good.  That way he will
become very familiar with the school before long.  If you four would be
kind to take a seat, I will quickly explain the Potions class while giving
the rest of the class time to finish their potions," Snape said loftily.  I
extended my hand.  "Nice to meet you sir."  Snape nodded as he took my hand
and shook it.  "The pleasure is mine."  I sat down as he stood there for a
moment and collected his thoughts.  He started to talk about potions and I
asked a question about chemistry and from there a debate got started.
Snape approached me at lunch.  "We must continue our discussion about the
subject of chemistry and alchemy.  You brought up some very good points."
      "Deal," I grinned.  He bowed and went to his seat at the staff table.
I turned and joined the conversation about various things until it was time
to go to Hogsmeade.
      "Ready?" Ron asked.  Harry and I nodded.  I was hoping for a chance
to talk to Harry some more and this seemed a good time as any.  We got into
heavy jackets and walked out into the snow.  The day was bright and clear,
but cold.  The snow lay white and pristine over everything.  In the
distance I saw what looked like a stadium.
      "What's that over there?" I asked, pointing.
      "It's a Quidditch stadium and playing field," Harry said.  "I'm
seeker for the Gryffindor house."  I shook my head.  "I got lots to learn
about the Wizarding world, that's for sure."  Harry grinned.  "You'll make
it just fine."  I looked up to see Ron and Hermione in front of us, just
out of hearing range.  Harry cleared his throat and I looked at him.
      "David, I like you a lot.  I've got these feelings for you and I know
that it could lead us into a relationship with each other.  But I want to
take it slow and take the time to get to know you before I commit to a
relationship with you.  I hope you don't mind," Harry said.
      "Harry, I'm glad you said that.  It's important that we do that.  If
we let our feelings take control and we go there, who's to say that we will
be together six months down the road?  I agree.  Let's get to know each
other really well before we commit to a relationship.  We know already we
love each other.  That's a good thing.  I too, have deep feelings for you.
I'm willing to hold onto those feelings and be friends with you until we
feel the time is right for that step," I said.  We were now in the woods,
walking the road to Hogsmeade.  Harry stopped and looked into my eyes.  I
felt something pull us together and before I knew it, we were kissing.  His
lips touched mine, and I felt all kinds of feelings rip through me.  We
broke apart and looked into each other's eyes.  We stood there for a moment
and then put our arms around each other and kissed again.  This time it was
even more powerful and it seemed so right and natural.  Harry and I smiled
at each other as we took hands and followed Hermione and Ron into
Hogsmeade.


      We left Hogsmeade three hours later.  I had bought clothes I knew I
would feel comfortable in and would be very functional out here.  However,
I needed to run to London for the things I'd need once I started classes at
second term.  I needed to talk to Dumbledore about that.  Harry, Ron, and
Hermione tagged along.  The final arrangement was that Harry and I would
spend the holidays at the Weasley house.  I didn't have a problem with
that.  Ron and his two brothers volunteered to help me get what I needed at
Diagon Alley.
      "It's a shopping mall for witches and wizards," Ron explained to me.
"One can get what he or she needs there."
      "Cool," I said.  Since there was only one week of classes left, I
spent the time working out, sharpening my combat skills.  I practiced my
martial arts katas in every form I knew.  Having magical abilities was
nice, but what happens if my powers were suddenly canceled out?  I needed
to keep up my fighting skills.  I drew a crowd during my workouts, and I
would stop and describe what I was doing.  I sometimes demonstrated my
skills for them as well.  Snape and I had a lively debate about that during
lunch one day, and that left many people with new understanding why I
continued my workouts.  Harry and I would go out on the grounds in the
early evenings to talk and view the stars.  We talked much and ended up
sharing with each other our darkest secrets.  I told him of what had
happened to me.  It upset him greatly and he cried for some time.  He told
me of losing his parents.  We held each other very close that night, trying
to comfort each other.  It led me to a deeper understanding of Harry, and
he understood me much better.  There was no doubt in our minds that we were
meant to be together.  Even Dumbledore sensed it.  We would catch him
smiling at us, and he'd nod at us.  I suspected he knew, but didn't let on
until months later.  We would be thankful for his understanding.
      We left Hogwarts on the Express to London one gray Monday morning.
We were in high spirits as the train pulled out of the station.
      "So what happens when we get to London?" I asked.
      "We get off the train and go through a barrier that takes us into
King's Cross," Hermione explained.
      "I'm surprised that other people haven't caught on yet," I said.
      "Only magical folks and those with the tickets can get through," Ron
explained.  Harry nodded.  "I suggest using your smaller sword or your
throwing knives for protection.  You could place the swords in the bag
here."  I lifted a long bag.  "Got that taken care of.  Until I learn how
to conjure them up, I'll carry them in this.  I want to find a knife store
and see if I can replace the one I lost.  Once I get back to Hogwarts, I'd
like to go back into Hogsmeade and find a blacksmith and find out if he can
make me a dozen more."
      "There aren't any there.  The nearest one is about thirty miles
south.  According to Hogwarts: A History, there used to be a forge on the
grounds," Hermione informed us.
      "Where on the grounds is it?" I asked.
      "We can ask Hagrid when we get back," Ron suggested.  Hagrid was a
tall man, with a rugged woodsman look about him.  Long flowing beard and a
mustache to match, he was a very humorous person with a very healthy
interest in strange creatures.
      "Sounds like a plan," I nodded.  Just then, an old lady came by with
a food cart in front of her.  "Anything you like?"
      "Do you have any sandwiches?" I asked.  She grinned and pointed to
the selection.  I chose a loaded Pastrami on rye, while the others took
candy and sodas.  I don't go for candy.  I really never liked sweets that
much, considering I never had opportunity to have any.  Just the way I am.
It went down good, along with the soda to wash it down.  It would hold me
until dinner at what Harry called "The Burrow".  Apparently it was the
nickname for the Weasley Family home.  I had the feeling I'd find out why
soon enough.  We continued to talk, mostly talking about Hogwarts.  By the
time the train pulled into the station, I had learned quite a bit about the
place.  Hermione sure knew plenty about its history.  I wouldn't want to
contest her in a quiz show about it.  We got off, and saw a red headed
couple accompanied by a taller man coming towards us.  George, Fred, Ginny,
and Ron immediately perked up when they saw her coming towards us.
      "Mum!" they yelled to her.  I watched the hugging competition start,
and I felt a flash of pain rip through me.  I turned away so no one would
see the tear run down my face.  The lady must have seen, because she was
right there in seconds.
      "You must be David," she said, hugging me.  "It's nice to meet you."
I nodded.  "Nice to meet you too."
      "As long as you're here, you're a part of our family.  As a matter of
fact, I'm taking you on as a son," she said, patting my face.  "I did the
same for Harry."  I felt ten feet tall in that moment.  It was a shock to
me that a strange lady that I didn't know would take me in as a son.  I
would soon learn that she had a big heart.
      Luggage was collected, and we went through the barrier one or two at
a time.  I casually strolled right through it and nobody even blinked at
me.  We were now in London, and anything could happen.  I put myself on
alert and started looking around.  Arthur and Molly Weasley led us out of
the station and to a pair of cars waiting for us.  I took the shotgun spot
in the second car.  The driver looked at me and nodded.
      "Heard what you did," he nodded.  "Thanks."
      "I did what I had to protect lives," I said.  He shook my hand and
nodded.  Leaving the station, I paid attention to the sights and memorized
a few landmarks just in case.  Never know when you will suddenly find
yourself on your own in the middle of a strange city.  We left the city
behind and entered the countryside.  Now this was nice.  The kind of place
I'd want to be.  Someday for sure, and hopefully sharing it with Harry.


      I got my first look at the Burrow when the cars pulled into the
drive.  It looked like a perfectly normal family house.  There was no hint
at what lay inside.  I got out and stretched.  It was just as cold here as
it was back at the school.  Turning to the car, I helped unload the bags.
I shouldered mine as Harry picked up his.  Ron led us towards the house and
inside.
      "Welcome to the Burrow," Ron grinned.  Boy was I in for a surprise.
The house was colorful inside.  Many strange things hung on the walls
including an unusual clock.  I shook my head at some of the labels on them.
Ron grinned at my expression while George and Fred laughed.
      "Told you he'd flip out over the house," Fred said, extending his
hand to George.  George sighed.  "I'm a little short at the moment.  Can I
owe you?"
      "Okay, this time.  Your credit is kinda lousy," Fred sighed.  Molly's
eyebrows rose at the exchange.  "You boys betting again?"
      "Just a friendly bet Mom," Fred quickly said as Ron and Harry broke
into laughter and Hermione smiled.
      "I get the feeling life is never dull around here," I said.  They all
looked at me.  "Surely you jest!"  I moaned.  "I suppose it's too late to
escape."  They all laughed at that.  I sometimes had the luck to say funny
things at the right moment.  I followed Ron and Harry up the stairs and to
his bedroom.
      "We can drop our stuff here for now.  Once Mom makes up the sleeping
arrangements, then we can settle in better," Ron said.  I looked around his
room.  There were posters on the walls that moved.  It took me a moment to
get used to pictures that moved.  One was a Chudley Cannons poster, a
Quidditch team that Ron liked.  The players in the poster gave me
demonstration of Quidditch.  Looked like an interesting game.  I watched
them for a moment, and then turned my attention to the rest of the room.
Aside from the moving posters and the other obvious wizard stuff, it was a
typical boy's room.  I liked it.  It felt lived in, especially if was a bit
messy.  Ron grinned.  "Sorry for the mess."
      "It's okay.  It's got that lived in feeling," I smiled.  Harry, Ron,
and Hermione laughed.  I sat down at the desk and looked at his books.
There was fiction, some magic books, and a few books on Quidditch.  I felt
a bit worn out and decided to work out a bit.
      "Where is your backyard, Ron?" I asked.  "I kinda like to work out a
bit."
      "I'll show you," Harry volunteered.  I quickly changed into some
sweats and got my Katana out of my bag.  Harry led me through the house and
out into the backyard.  It was nice and big, and definitely showed signs of
family use.  There was the remains of a garden back there.
      "Really nice place you have here, Ron.  I like it," I said.  Ron
beamed.  "Thanks.  All of us kids were born here."
      "Well, then that's what makes this place extra special then," I
nodded.  I turned to the yard and sat down on a rock in the lotus form and
started to meditate.  I could feel myself slide into that place I go to
when I work out.  I feel so comfortable there.  It's my refuge, the one
place I can feel safe in.  I relaxed for a few minutes, and then started
Tai Chi. It's an exercise developed by the Chinese centuries ago to promote
Oneness, to bring mind, body, spirit, and soul together as one, creating a
very powerful force that cannot be stopped or destroyed.  Molly and Arthur
looked on in amazement at what I was doing.  Ron explained to them what I
was doing.
      "It's how he saved Ginny," he said.  I started my katas (exercise
forms) and slowly built up speed until I was moving very fast.  I kept it
up for ten minutes and then slowed down back into Tai Chi. Then I drew my
Katana and started those katas, moving slow until I once again was moving
at top speed.  I did that for another ten minutes and then slowed down
until my movements were as graceful as a dancer.  I sheathed the Katana and
resumed the lotus position on the rock and rested, putting my fighting
spirit away.  I opened my eyes moments later.
      "Now I feel rested," I grinned.
      "You are amazing," Arthur said.
      "Nah.  I'm just an ordinary person," I said.  Arthur shook his head.
"That and your magic abilities, what an combination!"
      "It is my destiny, my fate.  It is all there.  I just have to learn
how to use it," I said.
      "With Dumbledore teaching you, anything is possible.  You'll be
learning from the best!" Molly stated.
      "You and Harry would make an unbeatable team if you both chose to go
into the Service," Arthur said.  "Plenty of time for that.  For now, please
make yourself at home.  We're glad to have you here."


      Ron was right.  Molly did make up the bedroom assignments before we
went to bed.  Harry and I took one of the attic bedrooms, much to our
delight.  Hermione took the other, and everyone got his or her usual rooms.
When Bill, the oldest son showed up, he'd bunk in with Ron.  Harry and I
settled into our assigned room for the night.  I sighed as I settled down
onto the full size bed.  Harry and I had to share, and that didn't bother
us at all.  Harry slipped in after stripping down to his boxers and
snuggled up to me.
      "Glad the arrangements worked out," Harry said.  I thought about
that.  "Kind of odd that Ron suggested it."  Harry sat up.  "You don't
suppose that Ron knows, do you?"
      "If he does, I'm sure we will find out.  For now, just act normal.
When the right time comes to tell him, we will know and do it together," I
said.  Harry grinned.  "Sounds like a plan to me."  We lay there and talked
some more about our pasts and fears, hopes and dreams.  I had never in my
life felt this close to somebody.  It was a good feeling, and I wanted it
to last forever.  Harry touched my face while we talked.  Feeling his
fingers on my face made me feel good.  I took his hand in mine and gently
kissed his fingers.
      "These are good hands, kind hands, and loving hands," I told him.
      "We both have known pain and hurt at the hands of others.  I knew you
needed to feel different hands," Harry said.  "You've touched me with
yours."  I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the mouth.  Harry
eagerly returned the kiss and I felt so at peace.  I hugged him to me and
we fell asleep together.  I had a very pleasant dream of us living together
and being happy.  That's all I ever wanted, was to live in peace and be
happy with someone I loved.  It didn't matter to me that it was a famous
boy like Harry, as long as he accepted me for me.  Harry had, and that made
my life better.  We had a long ways to go, but I knew we would get there,
no matter what.
      I woke first the next morning.  Harry was still asleep, his head on
the right side of my chest.  I could feel his soft breath on my bare skin,
and it felt so right. I heard a noise from the doorway and looked up.  Ron
and Hermione stood there, looking down at us.  Both of them seemed to be
taking it well.  They quietly closed the door behind them.  I turned my
attention back to Harry.  He was moving a bit and I knew he was waking up.
      "Morning love," I whispered.  He lifted his head and I saw a pair of
beautiful emerald green eyes blink at me.  Then he smiled.  I kissed him on
the forehead.
      "Morning to you," he whispered back.  "Anyone up and about yet?"  The
smell of fresh made coffee wafted up to us.  "Yup, that answers that."  We
laughed at that, and got out of bed.  We got dressed and went downstairs.
We found Ron and Hermione in the kitchen.
      "Morning friends," I said, heading for the coffee pot.
      "Morning," Ron and Hermione echoed.  I poured myself a cup of coffee.
"Want some, Harry?"
      "I'll have tea.  Thanks anyway," Harry said, sitting down and making
himself a cup of tea, adding a touch of lemon.  I sat down and had a sip,
followed by a bit of toast.  "This is good coffee."
      "Thanks.  I made it myself.  Dad, Bill, George, Fred, Percy, and I
like it.  Makes a nice change from tea once in a while," Ron said.
      "So what's the big plan for today?" I asked.
      "Well, I thought we could just hang out and relax, and discuss some
things," Ron said casually.  I had a funny feeling about where this
discussion was headed.
      "Oh?  Like what?" Harry asked.
      "About why my two best friends are sleeping together, and why I saw
them snogging in the hall while ago," Ron said.  There was a look of panic
on Harry's face, and I felt apprehension myself.
      "But that's okay by me, because it means my two best friends are
happy, and that's all that matters to me," Ron continued.  "There was a
time that it did bother me, until another friend I knew came out to me.  I
didn't know how to handle it, so instead of being the friend that I should
have been, I ran away from him.  I could have helped him when he got a lot
of crap from other kids about it, and he went and committed suicide.  I
learned a powerful lesson from that, and I'll never turn you guys away when
you need help.  I don't understand it all but you guys are my friends, and
will always be my friends, no matter what."  Harry nodded, a look of relief
on his face.  "I'm sorry to hear that, Ron.  I knew from day one when we
met that you would end up being a best mate, and I'm glad you are.  Nothing
will change that.  Same goes for you, Hermione."
      "I don't know the both of you that well yet, Ron and Hermione, but I
can tell that from the way he talks about the both of you that he values
your friendship a great deal, and that's cool.  I hope in time I'll get to
know you two as well as Harry does.  For now, I'm proud to know both of you
as my friends," I said.  Ron lifted his teacup, and we followed after him,
raising our own cups.
      "Here's to us," he said, "The four musketeers.  All for one, and one
for all."  We clinked cups, sealing the toast and our friendship.  From
that day on, we were known around Hogwarts as the four musketeers.  We kept
talking quietly until the rest of the house slowly came to life.  I stood
up and started rummaging through the cabinets, finding things I wanted and
setting them out.  Ron made up another pot of coffee and sat back and
watched me make breakfast for everyone.  Molly insisted that I didn't have
to, but I won her over, and then again with the omelets I made.  There was
much agreement that I was a good cook.
      "Give me a chance with a barbeque, and I'll show you some good
cooking," I grinned, finishing the last of my eggs.
      "You barbeque?  I've always wanted to try out one of those things,"
Arthur said.  Ron sighed as Molly and the others in the kitchen looked at
Arthur.
      "Was it something I said?" he asked, puzzled.  I had to laugh at
everyone's expression.


      We did knock about for the day, not doing much of anything.  Ron,
Hermione, and Harry did their best at explaining to me about the Wizarding
world.  They finally gave up and decided to teach me as I went, which was a
good idea in my case.  I learn best by hands on kind of learning.  But I
did catch onto Quidditch once we played a game of it in the backyard.  Now
I was interested in seeing a match once we got back to Hogwarts.  The day
flew by, and Arthur was home from his job at the Ministry of Magic.  He had
something to do with Muggle artifacts or items, I wasn't really sure.  Over
dinner, the plans were finalized for a trip to Diagon Alley.  I would be
meeting someone named Cornelius Fudge there.  He was the head of anything
and everything magical in England.
      "What does he want with me?" I asked.
      "To thank you for what you did at Hogwarts, and to inform you of
things.  He's really a nice person," Arthur said.
      "He is my boss at the Ministry," Percy said, acting inportantly,
chest puffed out.
      I wasn't sure how to take that.  I dislike people who brag about
themselves.  I decided to humor him.
      "Cool," I said, smiling.  "Working for these folks must be really
important.  What do you have to do to get in there?"
      "The right attitude, the right education, exceptionally good marks,
and interning there helps, too," Percy said.
      "I wish you luck with it all," I said.
      Percy grinned.  "Thanks, David.  I know you'll do fine at Hogwarts.
Need any help with anything, don't hesitate to ask.  You'll find most
people are willing to help you out."
      "I have no doubts about that," I replied.
      Once dinner was over, I volunteered to help clean the kitchen.  Molly
of course said I didn't have to do anything, and Harry backed me by saying
he'd help.  We won her over, and she headed into the living room too much
deserved relaxation.  Ron and Hermione sat in the kitchen and did their
best to describe Diagon Alley.
      "I remember the first time I was there.  There was just so much to
look at.  If it hadn't been for Hagrid, I'd have gotten lost there.
Gringott's Bank was an experience I'll never forget," Harry grinned.
      "I'll never forget my first job there, either," Bill said, coming
into the kitchen.  "The head Goblin scared the hell out of me."  I raised
my eyebrows.  "Goblins?"
      "Oh yeah.  Gringott's is the safest bank ever.  Nobody robs them and
lives to tell the tale.  Trust me on that," he grinned, and went back to
the living room with his drink.
      "Now I'm intrigued.  I gotta check out this place," I said.  "I've
got money coming to me through them."  Harry grinned.  "Oh you will.  Just
wait."  Ron and Hermione just laughed.  I saw Ron's hand slowly cover
Hermione's and I knew for sure now they were going to be a couple.  I was
glad of that.  They seemed to complement each other.  I turned back to the
sink and quickly made short work of the rest of the dishes.  Once they were
done, I followed the three of them up to Ron's room, where we talked some
more and I got to see Ron's chess set.  I never learned chess, so I decided
to ask Ron to show me.  Harry and I got to bed around ten, knowing we both
were in for a long day.
      "God, I'm glad that all worked out," Harry sighed once he settled
down next to me in bed.
      "Me too.  I noticed Ron had his hand on Hermione's.  Do you think
they'll make a great couple?" I asked.
      "I saw that too.  No doubt in my mind, that's for sure.  Tomorrow is
going to be a day you'll never forget," Harry grinned.
      "If you say so," I smiled back.
      "Oh, I know so," Harry kissed me.  We settled down and went to sleep.


      I was up early.  I slipped out from under Harry and kissed him on the
forehead.  Dressing in my sweats, I picked up my Katana and went outside.
Dawn was just breaking, and the air was nippy and cold.  I could see my
breath in the air.  I sat on the flat rock and started my meditations,
breathing in the clean cold air.  It vitalized my body, and I started my
workout.  I took extra time this morning because I had skipped it
yesterday.  I try not to miss a workout.  It's important to me to maintain
shape and battle readiness.  Until I was trained in the Magic arts, I was a
target for any unfriendlies who would want to take advantage of me, and
that wasn't going to happen.  After finishing my workout, I wandered back
inside to the kitchen where I heard voices.
      "Oh there you are," Harry said.
      "Had my workout," I smiled.
      "I saw you," Bill stated.  "You are definitely skilled with that
sword."
      "It's called a Katana.  It is about 40 inches or more, depending on
what the owner wants.  It's the battle sword of the Samurai of Japan," I
said.  "It dates back to the 15th Century.  How I got it and its two mates
is a long story."  Bill nodded.  "Well, what I wanted to tell you is that
Dad won't be able to make the introductions with you and Fudge.  He asked
me to stand in.  So we'll do the meet at a teashop in Diagon Alley around
noon or so.  Sound good to you?"
      "Sure, done deal," I nodded.  Better him than Percy.
      "Good.  We'll meet you there, and then Mum can show you round with
Ron, Harry, and Hermione's help.  I'll see you there," Bill nodded.  I sat
down to breakfast and ate.  Then I ran upstairs and used the shower.  After
getting dressed, I went back downstairs for another cup of coffee.  I found
Bill looking closely at the sword.
      "Like I said earlier, how I acquired the swords is a long story.  I'm
not so sure Ginny should hear the details, so I'll keep it short," I said.
Bill nodded.  "Let's go sit in the living room."  We did, and Bill brought
Molly a cup of tea.  I sipped my coffee and thought of what to say next.
      "I don't have parents.  I grew up in an orphanage up in a place
called New England in the United States.  A man took me out of there when I
was four and raised me at his house.  He turned out to be a dark wizard and
a black ninja from Japan.  He had turned to the dark side in the 15th
Century Japan, and was using the dark arts to prolong his life.  His name
was Ichiro.  For about ten years, he used the dark arts to slowly posses my
body and taught me everything I know about the ninja arts.  He even got mad
at me when I came out gay and beat the hell out of me.  For the last and
final ritual, I was to consume a potion that would allow him to absorb my
body into his.  For some weird reason, the potion failed and I snapped out
of the trance.  That's when I discovered my magical abilities. A couple of
wizards came out of nowhere and helped me.  They told me that I should go
to England, telling me that Hogwarts was the place I needed to go to learn
about my magical abilities," I said.
      "That man was right.  Hogwarts is the place you'll learn about the
Magic arts," Hermione said.
      "David, I'm sorry to hear about what happened to you.  We'll try to
do what we can to help you get over it.  I suggest you go see Dumbledore
and talk to him.  I am sure he will do what he can to help you as well.
For the record, you did not deserve any of that.  You didn't do anything
wrong.  Being gay should not be a crime.  It's who you are, and its what
you are.  Nothing can and will change that.  People have a choice to either
overlook that and see you for you, or not accept it and cause you problems.
If they choose to give you a hard time about it, then they are the ones
with the problem, not you.  You should not have to suffer because of their
stupidity," Arthur said.  Everyone else agreed to that.
      "Thanks, folks.  I appreciate that.  Means a lot to me knowing I've
got support from friends," I said, feeling much better.  Ginny stepped up
to me and gave me a hug.  "You'll always be one of my big brothers because
you saved my life.  Thanks."  I smiled down at her.  "You're welcome,
little sister."  Everyone else hugged me as well, and I felt much better
now.  These folks had accepted me without question, and that made me feel
good about myself.
      "We gotta get going, it's coming up on noon," Bill said, noting the
time.  Harry grinned.  "Think Diagon Alley is ready for you?"


      Walking through the Leaky Cauldron was interesting.  Watching the
bricks move aside was even more interesting.  What I saw beyond the brick
wall blew me away.  I was at a loss for words.  Harry tapped me on the
shoulder to get my attention.
      "Come on man," he said, snapping me out of my daze.
      I followed them through the brick wall and into the street.
Everywhere I looked, there were all kinds of shops selling things, stuff
I'd never heard of or seen before.  I would need a full day here to see
everything, that's for sure.  Bill took charge and led us down the street
to a place that looked exactly like an outdoor café on in London proper.
There was a man sitting at a table by himself, sipping something out of a
cup and reading a newspaper.  The whole thing looked normal, except for the
person who flew past on a broom.  I nearly laughed.  Bill approached the
man.
      "Mr. Fudge sir?" he asked the man.
      The man looked up, forgetting his paper, and then smiled.
      "Bill Weasley!" he beamed.
      "Yes sir, it is.  I brought the boy with me, sir.  Professor
Dumbledore was unable to make it sir, and asked me to stand in for him.  He
said he would make it if he could," Bill stated.
      The man nodded.  "Well, sit down, and let's talk."
      I followed Bill into the café and sat down at the table with him,
Harry, Arthur, and Molly.  The others scattered out into different shops.
Fudge sighed and put down the paper and sipped his tea again.
      "Right.  I wish Rita Skeeter would stop penning nonsense about the
Ministry again," he sighed, smacking the paper.  "Now then, David is it?"
      "Yes sir," I said.
      "Thank you for saving the lives of the Hogwarts students a few weeks
ago.  I wish there had been another way of dealing with them, but according
to Dumbledore and the other teachers; they didn't give you much choice.
Therefore, your actions were justified," he said.
      "I gave them every chance to leave.  They refused and attacked me," I
said.
      "That's what everyone has said in their letters to me and the
council.  We know of you and how you got here.  It was decided that you
should attend Hogwarts to learn about your abilities and for your safety.
Molly and Arthur Weasley have asked us to either be your guardians, or
adopt you, whichever you are comfortable with.  Take your time in deciding
that, it's up to you.  Oh yes, I believe this is yours," he said, putting a
box on the table in front of me.  I opened the box to find the throwing
knife I had lost the night I arrived.  "How did you get this?"
      "The two death eaters you killed were dumped on the front lawn of
St. Mungo's, a Wizarding hospital.  They both were identified as being two
of the worst.  They were on the top ten-wanted list.  There is a reward for
them and it waits for you at Gringott's bank.  They are expecting you, and
Bill should accompany you to help you with it.  There is no longer any
doubt in my mind whatsoever that Lord Voldemort is alive and well.  I
expect he knows about you by now, and that you are on his hit list.  Harry
himself has had first hand experience at facing this...person and has
survived to tell the story.  In addition to the reward, your schooling at
Hogwarts has been paid for completely.  Don't worry about anything," Fudge
said.
      "Thank you sir.  All I did was what I had to do, nothing more," I
said.
      The man nodded. " Many parents of the students want to thank you.
They, and us, call you a hero.  Please excuse me, I must be going back to
work."  He rose and I stood as well.  We shook hands and he left.
      "You wizarding folk sure are something.  Thanks for being good to
me," I said.
      Everybody hugged me again.  Sure made me feel good.  I could get used
to this.
      I looked up at Bill grinning.  "What say we wander over there and rob
the bank?"
      Bill threw back his head and roared with laughter as we left the
café. "You're all right, kid!  You're all right!"


      We got back to the Burrow around seven.  All of us were in high
spirits, even me.  The experience of walking into that bank was still on my
mind.  The goblins were actually nice people, and they helped me square
everything away nicely.  I managed to change some of the reward into
English money with no problems.  On the way back to the Burrow, we stopped
at a shopping mall for food and other things.  I went into a few stores
myself and got what I had wanted, and a few things for everyone for
Christmas.  They looked at the guitar case, wondering what I had in there.
      "Show you all in a moment," I said, taking my other bags upstairs to
the room Harry and I were sharing.
      Coming back down, I could smell tea brewing, and it sounded good to
me at the moment.  I sat down on the couch and opened the case up and
brought out an acoustic guitar I had bought.  I couldn't wait to start
playing it.
      "What's that?" Bill asked as he sat down in an easy chair.
      "It's a guitar, a musical instrument," I replied.
      "Didn't know you could play one," Harry said.
      "When I lived with Ichiro, I learned how to play one when I was
little.  It was my escape from him, my problems, my feelings, and the
world," I said.
      I strummed the strings a few times, trying different chords to make
sure it was tuned up.  Once it sounded right, I started to play.  The first
song I did was Led Zeppelin's "Stairway To Heaven", playing it slow and
using chords and single notes.  I sang the lyrics, surprised to find I
could still sing well.  They all listened, amazed at the music.  I went
from that one into some Eric Clapton, and then ended with three John Denver
songs.  I felt so good while entertaining them with the music.
      "Wow.  That was just amazing," Ron said when I finished the impromptu
concert.
      "Thanks, Ron.  Been awhile since I played a guitar last.  A few weeks
of practice, and I'll be back to where I used to be," I said.
      "Is that the only guitar you can play, or are there others?" Arthur
asked.
      "Well, there are a couple different kinds of guitars.  This one is
called an acoustic, there is a folk guitar, and then there is an electric
guitar," I said.
      "How can you use electricity to play a guitar?" George asked.
      I explained how that was possible, describing pickups placed under
the strings and so on.  I had picked up a catalog from the music store and
showed them.
      "That's interesting," Fred said.  "Are you going to bring that one
with you back to school?"
      I nodded.  "I sure am.  I'd like to go back and get two more guitars
and a supply of strings before we go back.  Be fun to liven up the parties
some."
      There was laughter at that.  I doodled around on the guitar for
another moment, and then decided to call it a night.  I put the guitar back
in its case and secured it.  I stood and said my goodnights, and headed off
to bed.  Ron, Harry, and Hermione followed me up the stairs as well,
deciding to call it a night too.
      It had been a long day, but a good one.  Harry closed the door behind
me and secured it.  He reached out to me and we kissed, enjoying the warm
feelings inside of us.  Harry undressed me completely, and I returned the
favor.  Harry was of average size, not too big, not too small.  He and I
were about the same size, six inches long and about two inches wide.  We
settled down into bed next to each other and snuggled up close.
      "Did you have a good day?" Harry asked once he settled down.
      "Sure did.  There was just so much to see there.  I wished we could
have stayed there for a day or two," I said.
      "I had that chance once, in my second year.  I was having troubles
with my Aunt and Uncle, so I left the house and went there for the rest of
the summer.  I learned so much that summer about the Wizarding world by
wandering through Diagon Alley.  It was a good experience," Harry said.  I
looked up towards the two owls sitting on their perches sleeping.
      "I gotta thank you and Hedwig for helping me find an owl," I
commented.  Harry nodded.  "You named it well, and I think he likes to be
called Ben.  Seems to fit him well."
      We fell silent for a bit, relaxing in each other's arms.  I moved my
hand up over his chest and kept it there.  I could feel his heartbeat
through his chest.  It was slow and relaxed.  I moved my hands up and
around the top of his chest, gently caressing him.  Harry turned to me and
started matching my moves.  I could feel his hand move around my chest and
torso.  We looked into each other's eyes and before we knew it, we were
kissing.  His lips felt soft and sweet against mine.  I could feel
something happening to me deep inside.  Was this the moment we had been
waiting for?  I didn't know.  Our arms went around each other and we hugged
as we continued to kiss.  I felt his tongue poke at my lips and I opened my
mouth slightly to let it in.  I felt his tongue move around inside my mouth
and it felt funny at first.  I returned the favor by doing it back.  I
could feel his teeth on my tongue.  It was such a weird sensation.  I liked
it.  I felt something hard poke into my gut.  I reached down and discovered
his cock poking me in the abdomen.  I moved it to lie up against my hard
cock and pulled him close to me.  Harry moved a bit against me and I
experienced one hell of a great feeling.
      "Oh man," he whispered.
      "That feels good," I whispered back.
      We moved against each other, letting the feelings build up to the
point where we couldn't take it anymore.
      "Something's happening," I moaned.
      "Yes," Harry hissed.
      I felt my cock twitch and them something was moving through it fast.
I gasped out loud and shivered, my body out of control.  Harry squeezed me
tight and muttered something.  Then it was over and both of us lay there,
gasping for breath.
      "Wow," Harry whispered.  "That was the most intense cum I've ever
had.  Never knew they could happen like that."
      "Neither did I.  That was so cool," I said.
      "I wonder if there is more to this than what we just did," Harry said
thoughtfully.
      "I'm sure there is.  Be fun to discover them all," I grinned.
      "Oh you cheeky bugger!" Harry laughed quietly.
      We kissed once more, and I reached down to the floor for a shirt. I
grabbed the t-shirt I had worn and wiped us clean.  Harry lay next to me
quietly and explored my torso with his fingertips, not saying anything.
What he was doing felt good to me and I wasn't going to ruin the moment for
him.  He looked into my eyes, and I could see his emerald green eyes
twinkling with joy, and I knew without a doubt he was happy.  That's all
that mattered to me.  I felt really good knowing he was happy.  Life was
definitely getting better for me.  Not perfect, but better.  We snuggled
back down and slowly dozed off, still holding onto each other.  That was
the night our relationship changed, and it was a good change.  Things would
be different for us, and I hoped that we wouldn't have any problems with
anybody.  If we did, we would deal with it as it happened.  We knew we
could rely on our friends, the Weasley Clan, and hopefully Albus
Dumbledore.  He seemed to be the understanding kind of person, and he would
prove us right on more than one occasion.  I knew I loved Harry, and he
knew he loved me.  It was that simple.

To Be Continued

Next episode: Christmas Morning at the Burrow, and the trip back to
Hogwarts.