Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Remembering ❯ Remember the good and the bad ( Chapter 1 )

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Sunday, July 2, 2006

8:06 p.m.

My bedroom floor in the town I call My Personal Hell Hole

M/M, Mpreg., sex, death and gore. Need I say more?

 

FD: Okay, I promised myself that I wouldn't do this, but you know what, I don't know what the hell to call this. So I need to call upon my loyal fans and others who enjoy reading my stories to help me name this one. It is straight up Harry Potter. It is after the war is ended, and Old Moldie Voldie is dead and gone.

And if anyone wants to complain about the fic or my summery, then complain to me. You will be chewed out if you don't have the balls to tell me who you are though.

Oh and please understand that on occasion I will pop out with one shots and another chapter for a different story. So yes, enjoy the story.

 

Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? Do I have a daughter and live in England? I thought so.

 

The screams echo in my ears as I fight my way towards the man who tried time and time again to kill me, to destroy what I have tried so hard to find and keep. A body falls down in front of me. A death eater from the mask that sits upon the face. I step over the groaning body and send a cutting curse towards another death eater watching as the body falls.

As curse after curse flies around me and person after person falls I make my way closer to the one person that I hate the most. I look away from Voldemort and watch the man that I have secretly watched for so long turn on his fellow death eaters, and help me end this insufferable war once and for all.

I see a man with blond hair fall, dying from a particular nasty cutting curse. I don't pay attention to him until he gets up and casts the killing curse towards Hermonie. She turns around and sees the curse coming towards her, and freezes. Ron runs up to her and grabs her, trying to get her out of the way. He was to late, and they died within each others arms.

I want to run to them, but cannot as Voldemort claims my attention once more. I snarl at him and continue on my path to the man who was trying to kill all that made me happy. I hear Dracos voice casting a cutting curse at his own father. I know now that he traded sides once more.

"VOLDEMORT!!!" I yell out. I raise my wand and let the hate wash over me, never once feeling the cuts that I have sustained, and not knowing it. I pour my hate into the final curse that I toss at him. "AVADA KEDAVRA!!" The green light glowing brighter than ever seen before as it speeds its way towards the snake like man. I start to black out as I hear him scream out in alarm only to be cut off as the curse found its mark. I land on my back as the one I loved so ran up to me. He picks me calling my name. I smile and fall into the blackness.

 

3 weeks later....

We were sitting beneath a willow tree watching the moon travel the sky and the stars play hide and seek with the clouds. I absently rub at the bandage that sits over my ribs hiding the nasty cut I recieved fighting Voldemort.

For 3 weeks the wizarding world has been free but the death toll just kept climbing. Death Eaters, Aurors, Order of the Pheonix members, Ex Death Eaters, friends, families and muggles. I sigh softly and look at my lover and soon to be husband. Dark hair plays around his ears and face.

I smile softly as I imagine what Hermonie and Ron would have said about falling for a guy, and not just any guy, an ex-death eater to. He turns to me, his dark eyes showing curiosity.

"What is wrong, lover?" he asks, his voice like silk.

"Just thinking about Ron and Hermonie and how they would react when they found out about us," I reply. He chuckles lowly and pulls me into his arms.

"Yes, they would have tried to hex me to death for loving you and taking your virginity there lover," he says, a smile in his voice. I blush at the memory of our first time. It was barely a week ago and he had to be gentle because of my still healing wounds. I smile as I also remember how shocked he had been when I told him I loved him.

 

Flashback

"I love you..."

"But you can't. I've done horrible things. I've got blood on my hands..." he tapers off as I take his hands into mine.

"I don't see anything. I see hands that should be holding me, touching me and aren't," I say blushing and looking him in the eye. "Don't you want me?" I ask in a whisper.

"Merlin, yes. I've wanted you since the start of the school year, but with the war..." is all he gets out before I press my lips to his. I pull back to look at him.

"Then make me yours..." I say. He smiles at me, and leans down to brush his lips lightly against mine. I smile and gasp as I feel his tongue trace my lips. He takes the temptation and slips his tongue into my mouth and starts to trace my teeth, sliding along the sides of cheeks, along the roof of my mouth before finally engaging my tongue in play. I groan softly into his mouth as he shows me just how talented he is.

I move my body closer to his, feeling the urge to be as close to him as possible. One of his arms wraps its way around my waist while his other arm and hand cup the back of my head drawing me closer, while my arms wrap around his neck.

I don't notice that he starts to move us towards a door that was shrouded in gauze. I find myself pressed between the wall by the door and his body. I feel how strong his body truly is. I groan deep and low and feel him smirk against my lips. He reaches over, shoves the gauze out of the way and opens the door as his lips move to my neck. I shudder as I feel his lips nibble on the side of my neck.

He starts to move me into the room, and removes himself from our embrace, much to my displeasure. I pout at him.

"Hold on, my love. I doubt you want anyone walking in on us, much less hearing us," he says, pulling out his wand and casting the necessary spells. I take the time to walk over to the bed, looking around me. I take in the red wood dresser, another door more than likely leading towards the bathroom, the dark green carpet, and the walls with the green, silver and crimson draperies.

I stare at the bed as I place my wand down upon the night table situated next to said bed. It is a four poster, red wood bed. I play with the curtains that hang nearest me. I feel him press up against my back. I tilt my head and nuzzle my nose up against his neck. He chuckles slightly at the move. He turns me around to face him and I notice that his outer robes are gone and all that remains is a long sleeved turtle neck sleeve shirt and dress pants. I pout.

"You have less clothes than me, lover," I say. He smirks at me, swooping in and kissing me senseless.

"Well now, we need to remedy that, now don't we?" he says when he pulls back. I feel his hands tugging off my robes and tossing said robes over his shoulder. He nuzzles my neck while his hands reach for shirt, pulling it out of my pants waist and then slowly unbuttoning it. He shoves it off my shoulders and it flutters to the ground. His eyes rake my body with so much heat in his gaze that my knees go weak and I land on the bed. I feel cotton underneath my fingers but could care less.

He places one knee next to my hip and dips in for another kiss. My hands come up to lay upon his chest as he once more move onto my neck, nipping, sucking and licking all along. He stops for a moment to leave a mark on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I moan louder than I have since we started. I feel him smirk slightly as he moves me enough that I am now lying upon the pile of pillows that I really didn't notice when I was looking at the bed, and still really don't notice now. All I notice is his hands moving along my chest, finding all my sweet spots, playing with my nipples.

Suddenly I feel his mouth latch onto one of my nipples. He nips and laps at it, making me squirm and wiggle. His hand continues to play with my other nipple, until he switches. I can't help but arch into his mouth and hand, hoping for more. My hands run up his chest, up and around his shoulders and straight into his hair. Its silky, not greasy. I wiggle some more as I run my hands through his hair.

He drops open mouth kisses down my chest, stopping every so often to nibble at one spot, sucking at another and all together making me want so much more from him. I can't help but mewl, growl, groan and moan in want and need.

He stops for a moment to remove my shoes and socks, then to remove my pants and boxers, leaving me naked. His hands move from my knees, up my thighs, and clasping my hips, he lowers his head to my cock and licks the tip lightly. I gasp and try to arch into the touch. I whimper when he moves away.
"I knew there was a wonderous package below your waist just waiting for me to discover it. I didn't think you would be so long though. You are rather short," he says chuckling slightly. His hand ghosts over my erection. I whimper again and try, again, to move my hips. "Patience, my beautiful lover. I need to undress my self you know. Now stay put," he says leaning over me, his hands rubbing my hips in reassurace. He gives me a light kiss, then moves off the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him as he removes his shirt. I look at his chest, the ivory skin moving over taunt muscles, begging to be touched and tasted. I bite my lower lip as I get upon my hands and knees and move to the edge of the bed where I sit and rest as my hands reach for his belt buckle. I look up into his eyes and start to drown in the dark color.

My hands work off his belt, then I reach for the button and zipper and undo them. I slid off his pants to revel black boxers. I worry my lower lip some more as I hestitate to remove the last of the cloth barriers that hides the rest of his body. I look up at him and he takes my hands in his and guides them to the edge of his boxers. Together we push them off his hips as he ensnares me in another kiss. I pull away and biting my lip look at him. My eyes widen.

He is long, and rather thick, and I can't help but squirm at the thought of it streatching and filling me. I gasp as he lays me back once more, our erections sliding against each other. I look again into his eyes and smile at the love shining through. I gasp again as he once more moves down my body and stops above my cock. He pushes my thighs apart and up slightly. His eyes go to my now pulsating dick and he smiles slightly.

He leans down, and his breath ghosts across me. I moan deeply. His tongue snakes out and licks from the base to the tip of my manhood. I gasp and my eyes close from the sensations coarseing through me. I spread my legs wider as I feel his mouth enclose my tip and suck gently. I feel his tongue move around the tip, then dip slightly into my slit making me arch and cry out.

He slowly starts to take me into his mouth, his tongue always moving, making me whine, mewl, and groan out my pleasure. He finishes engulfing my cock, and hums lightly, causing vibrations against it. I nearly scream out at the feeling. He starts to slowly move his mouth up and down, drawing my orgasim closer and closer. Once more he engulfs me and hums, making me cum hard and screaming out my pleasure as my upper body arhces off the bed. He continues sucking, and when I am done, he moves his mouth from my deflated shaft, letting it slip out of his mouth. My legs slid down the bed as I notice that he is licking his lips. I blush lightly and he chuckles at this.

"You're sweeter than I could have ever imagined," he says, making me blush harder. I look down and see that he hard. I look at him. He smirks at me a smirk that promises that I won't be walking in the morning.

"Lover...." I say slightly. He smiles again.

"We're not quite done now there, my wonderful lover. I don't plan on finishing until you have cummed a couple of more times," he says. He reaches into the drawer of his other night table and pulls out a small, opaque jar. He removes the lid and slids three fingers into the substance. I blush, finally figuring it out what it is. He looks at me, then kisses me gently as I move my hands into his hair, and then along his back. He moans slightly when I move my hands onto his chest, over his nipples and down his ribs.

I feel his fingers massage my opening lightly, trying to get me to relax. I do, and he slowly slids a finger into me. I gasp at the odd feeling. He stops for a moment, looking into my eyes, then starts to move it in and out of me, loosing me up enough to place another finger into me. He moves his fingers in and out of me when suddenly he brushes a spot in me that makes me see white. I groan and once again arch my body, my erection come to full mast.

He smirks and brushes against that spot as he adds the third finger. Once more he has me wiggling, hoping for more, needing more.

"More....please....Ugh," I gasp out. He slowly removes his fingers, and goes back to the jar, getting more of the substance. He places it upon his cock and places it against my enterance. He looks at me again.
"Are you ready?" he asks. I smile up at him.

"Yes. I've been ready for so long now. Make me yours," I say. He smiles and pushes slowly into me. I spread my legs wider to allow him more room to move. He slids into me completly. I feel very little pain, but once he is seated in me and stays still to allow me time to adjust, I can't help but feel nothing but pleasure. I nod at him to move.

He does, starting out slower, going faster as my moans and groans get louder. He takes one of my legs and moves it over his shoulder, allowing him to enter me deeper and harder. I grab onto the head board and hold on tightly as he hits that spot again and again. He moves his hand down inbetween our bodies and grabs my cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Soon I cum, screaming out his name. He cums soon after me, filling me with his wonderful heat and gooeyness. I can't help but moan when he feels me. He moves his hand off me, wipes his hand off on the bed covers, leaning his head against my shoulder, panting softly. I move my legs to around his hips and hold him there, not wanting him to pull out. He chuckles and rolls us over. I can feel his spunk leaking out of me and I can't help but smile as I blink sleepily at him. He strokes my sweat soaked hair.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake," he says. I fall asleep feeling completly content.

End flashback

 

He was there when I woke. We made love again, then he checked my bandages and my wounds to make sure it hadn't opened up. We were alright in that aspect. I just couldn't walk. He cleaned us and the covers up with a cleaning spell, then ran a hot bath with a special oil to ease my pain and help in my healing. I was thoroughly pampered that morning.

I moved my stuff into his room seeing as I had turned 17 and therefore a legal wizard.

Quite a few people were shocked and some had bets on us. I still remember the next day, when we told everyone.

 

Flashback

We were standing in front of the remaining order members, Minerva, Tonks, Molly Weasly, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Draco, Blaise, Neville, Remus, Poppy and Mad Eye Moony.

"Guys we have to tell you something..." I start out. I look to my new lover. I look back at the others. Suddenly he speaks up.

"We're engaged," and with those 2 words Molly broke out crying, Minerva faints, Poppy smiles, Fred and George catch Minerva while looking shell shocked, while Draco and Charlie smirks, and Remus pulls out his wallet with Mad Eye, Bill, Blaise and Neville.

"Alright pay up. Me and Charlie won the bet," Draco says collecting the money from them. I look at him with curiosity.

End Flashback

 

We found out that they had a bet going that the two of us would get together after the war ended. I glared at them while keeping my fiance from hexing them. Speaking of, he shifts and we stat to walk to the memorial of those who fought and fell during that last battle.

I stop and pick some of Hermonies favorite wild flowers. We walk up to a duel grave. On the tombstone are the words:

Hermonie Granger 1984-2001

Rondald Weasly 1984-2001

Together in death

As in life.

 

I squat down and place the flowers down. I remember how they fell together in each others arms after being hit by the same killing curse, cast by a dying Lucious Malfoy. I snort and remove a few leaves from the stone. I stand back up and look at my lover.

"You know, maybe someday everyone will care and nobody will cry. Someday everyone will love and no one will lie. everyone will finally share and swallow their pride. Someday we won't have to see people die on us. Lets start changing the world, Serveus," I say, smiling a sad smile at him. He smiles back.

"Someday, Harry, someday. For now, lets worry about our child," he says, placing a hand on my still smooth stomach.

"One time and I'm preggers. How did Poppy know anyways? I didn't even know," I say rubbing my belly.

"Shes a woman. Who knows how. Lets go. I want to start planning our wedding," he says giving me a kiss and taking my right hand. I look at my left and smile at the Snape family ring. I look up at Serveus and stop him. I stand on tip toe and wrap my arms around his neck.

"I love you, Serveus."
"I love you to, Harry."

 

Okay, this is the first time I have written slash/yaoi. Yes I use the Japanese term for slash. I am also an anime fanfiction writer. So you will see such terms in my author notes. I need you people to tell me how I did by the way. Its a good think I am a slash/yaoi fan here. I don't think I didn't do to bad considering this is unbetaed, until I can get a hold of Mitherl and have her beta for me. I hope she doesn't mind slash. Need to ask her about that.

Anyways, review and enjoy life.