Author's Notes: Alrighty, here is my next chapter for you all. Thanks for the reviews. I especially love it when you tell me what I'm doing wrong and show me how to fix it. And I love it, when you guess about the plot. : )
Rated M for language, violence, graphic scenes, and sexual content (none now)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other character or place that is mentioned in the books. I just like to have my ways with them.
Summary: For most people, having a three year old is a joy. But for Harry, having his godson live with him is no picnic. Many unfortunate situations happen to Harry. And one, leads to him finding the love of his life… H/Hr!
~The Nightmares of being a God Father~
By: Hake Balms
Chapter Two
~Dragon Hide pants~
Crack. Snap. Crack. Snap. Someone was walking around. Then person was behind him, he couldn't see. A big black figure walked through the flames and towards him. The man began to laugh evilly, Harry knew that laugh… it was Voldemort's laugh.
What the hell? Voldemort? What the hell? It can't be… how could…. How could he be back? I know I killed him. I killed all of the FIND WORD LATER!.
The black figure walked closer towards him. He reached out his hand, and pressed his index finger against Harry's scar. Searing, hot, sharp pain went through Harry's body. The burning light was slowly being sucked away. Everything was swirling. Harry could feel his world slowly beginning to melt away into darkness. Tears were flowing down his cheeks. Please, God, please, just make the pain stop.
Then it stopped. The burning stopped. The light came back into focus. Cautiously, Harry reopened his emerald eyes only to find the black figure still standing before him. Harry's breaths were now coming in pants of fear.
"Honestly… did you really think that I was going to let you die that easily?" A harsh, scratchy voice spoke out. "CRUICO!!"
A bright light flashed before Harry's eyes, then he felt pain course it's way down his body. Screaming. Pain. It felt like thousands of knives were stabbing him everywhere. His flesh felt like it was burning. Harry could feel his skin splitting open. It felt like the bones in his body were snapping in thousands of pieces. His throat felt bloody and dry as he continued to scream out in pain. His whole body felt like it was going to break in half and he twitched and jerked against the chains that bound him. I wanna die… please…make it stop…please…I wanna die…STOP!
And as soon as it started, it all stopped. Harry felt a sudden jerk. Suddenly, all of the chains holding him down disappeared. He felt like he wasn't touching anything. He felt like he was falling. Then with a thud, Harry landed on his bedroom floor.
As he jumped up, he grabbed his wand. His green eyes were filled with fear. He was twisting his head from left to right, right to left, just waiting for someone to jump out of the shadows at him. But nobody did.
Sliding down against the wall Harry's mind began to race. He let his body just relax against the floor. Deep pants worked their way through his body. His tanned stomach was slowly rising up and down as his memories of what had just happened started to invade his mind. Sweat beads began to form on his face and slowly within minutes, his body seemed to glisten.
Slowly and surely his mind and body returned back to normal. The raven-haired man sat up and sighed. He reached his hand down and rubbed his chest and traced his finger across a scar that was directly over his heart. Voldemort had caused him enough pain for a lifetime. And Harry wasn't about to let him come back and ruin it all again.
The scar was a painful reminder of what had happened in the war. He knew that the scar would always be there, because he, Voldemort, had promised that it would. And even if he could, he wouldn't get rid of it. It was all he had left. He didn't know what was going on. Could Voldemort really be back? Was there one I didn't know about?
Once he stood to his feet, he realized that all of that seemed so familiar. It seemed like he had been there before. It felt like he had already gone through that moment in time. As Harry stood up, he shook the thoughts of what had just happened from himself.
His toes curled and grabbed on to the carpet as he reached towards the sky and stretched. Finally, he realized that he was still covered in a faint layer of sweat. The raven-haired man heaved himself up off the bed and strode towards the master bathroom. Although the toilet didn't seem to want to work sometimes, his shower seemed to be doing just fine.
On his way to the shower, he caught his own reflection in the mirror. He began to examine and admire his himself. That's when he noticed that he was either going to have to start working out or playing Quidditch again, because his once tight abs were now fading. Harry's eyes continued to look at himself. I wonder if I'm bigger than Ron now… I mean when we were kids back in Hogwarts every year he was just slightly bigger. God I hated how he'd rub that in my face. But I haven't been able to see since the end of 6th year…so I wonder if maybe I'm the same now…"
A sigh slipped out of Harry's mouth as the hot water from the shower slowly trailed it's way down his back. The warmth was soothing, so it slowly relaxed every part of him. Harry's cock sprang to life. Shit… shit… shit… It wasn't too much longer and Harry knew that he was going to have to relieve himself.
Trembling fingers went down and grasped his cock. His trained hand began to pump himself up and down. Slowly, he backed up against the shower door and let his hand explore himself. Thoughts and images kept filling his mind as he stroked himself.
As Harry continued to touch himself… Hermione began to slip into his mind. At first Harry tried to shake away the thoughts. But eventually he just let them play. Harry began to fantasize about what Hermione would look like naked. Or how her cheeks might blush, as Harry would push himself deep inside her.
He began to play the image of Hermione sucking him off over and over again in his mind. He kept picturing those brown eyes looking up at him. He kept thinking of the warmth that Hermione might be able to offer. He kept fantasizing about how Hermione would let her tongue wonder all over his cock.
His hand began to pump up and down. Slowly he began to buck his hips up into his hand. He could feel his release coming. He could feel it growing closer. Harry was picturing Hermione in a way he never would have thought before. Harry rolled his head to the side and bit his lip. He could feel the pressure is his lower stomach building. Harry lowered his other hand down to balls and began to roll them around in his hand.
He felt like he was going to explode. His knees buckled and he slid himself down into the floor of his shower. Harry slammed his eyes shut and his started to fall open with moans. Only one name was going through his mind… Hermione! Hermione! Oh FUCK HERMIONE!… yes…please…baby…oh god… Hermione…
"'Arry?"
"OH SHIT!" Harry screamed as he came into his hand.
"'Arry?"
Great… just fucking great. Landen does not need to know about this kind of thing yet! He's too young, he won't understand. Landen did not need to see that. God I hope his doesn't remember this when he's older. Ron would kill me. Shit… what am I going to say to him now…
"Yeah Landen?"
"What ew doing?"
"Nothing Landen."
"Why ew touchin' your wee-wee?"
"Um…well… I was scratching it…" That has got to be the worst lie ever.
"OH! Otay"
"Why don't you go to your room? I'll be right there to help you get dressed, okay."
"OTAY!! I pick out what I wanna wear!"
"You do that buddy."
Harry's legs slowly returned from their jellylike stage and allowed him to stand up. As the hot water continued to spurt out from the showerhead, Harry washed away the evidence of the crime he had just committed. I can't believe I just though of 'Mione. If she knew what I just did, she'd think I was the biggest perve ever! Not mention she'd probably freak out on me and kill me… or have Seamus do it.
Harry stepped out of the shower and walked over towards the little towel closet. A big red fluffy towel was the choice for today. He rubbed it over his body, in attempt to dry himself. Once again, Harry checked himself out in the mirror. This time though, he noticed the lovely bruises on his face. He knew that there was some kind of spell that could remove those blemishes, but he couldn't remember what in the hell it was.
Hermione would know. But there is no way in hell I am going to call for her for help right now. No way. Well, at least not for today. I can't look her in the eyes today. God, I can't believe I just did that.
Walking out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, he strolled over towards his closet. Grabbing a pair of deep red boxers, the raven-haired man pulled them on and headed towards Landen's room.
Trying to respect the little guy's privacy, Harry gently rapped his hand against the door. Harry could hear giggling behind the door, but no answer came. Turning the knob gently, Harry poked his head around the door. Harry had to force himself not to snicker at the sight he saw.
Landen was standing in the middle of the room wearing the most unusual outfit ever. He had a bright blue little snowcap on his head, which made his red hair look unruly. A bright green tank top was the shirt. He also had on red snow pants. He had orange gloves on his hands, and bright yellow bunny slippers. Harry felt like he was going to die of laughter.
"Hey little man… what are you wearing?" Harry asked while tears of laughter were streaming down his face.
"My favite clothes!"
"Well, I must say, you look quite smashing." Landen grinned at this remark. "But, I don't think that today's weather will agree with your lovely choices."
"Why not!"
"Because it is very hot out today."
"SO!" Landen yelled at him.
"Hey… don't get mad at me. We just have to change a little bit of your outfit."
"Can I keep me shirt?"
"Yeah, you can still wear the shirt."
Harry scooped Landen up into his arms and placed Landen on his bed. He went over into the corner of the room and began going through some of the drawers to try and find an outfit for the little guy.
While Harry was looking for clothes, thoughts of what he had just done filled his mind. Why did I think of 'Mione? She's my best friend. She's like my sister…a sister I would definitely fuck… Shit! Harry! Stop thinking of her like that. But the way her lips smile so innocently, and the way her hair flows in the wind… STOP! STOP! STOP! HARRY! SHE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND! What better place to find love! Stop it! God I'd love just to touch her… to smell her… to kiss her…to- no…God's I've got to stop thinking of her.
But she's just so lovely and beautiful and pretty. If only her and Seamus weren't together. I miss her. I haven't talked to her in ages. I need to set up a play date for Landen and Lily. That's a good excuse… No Harry. Not yet. Wait at least a couple of days before you have to see her. That way you can at least get a grip on yourself.
Harry grabbed some bright socks, white shoes, and blue shorts, and headed over towards the little red head sitting on the bed. Even though he was still lost in thought, somehow he managed to dress him. Landen looked down at his clothes and grimaced.
"What?"
"Don't like."
"Why not?"
"Not comfy."
"Oh Landen… you look cute though."
"NOT COMFY!"
"Hey… how about this… you can dress me… in not comfy clothes too."
"I pick it."
"Yes… well, as long as it looks okay… but you have to give me options…"
"Optens?"
"You pick out two shirts and two pants… and I'll pick from those…"
"Otay!"
Please let him for once in his life pick out something a little normal. Please! Oh well…there's nothing too horrible in there. Well, except for what Ron bought me as a joke…but surely he wouldn't find that.
Harry followed Landen into his bedroom. Harry threw himself onto his bed and watched the red head go to work. He watched the little guy rummage through the closet. Harry noticed that Landen wasn't really finding anything that he liked. Oh course he won't. I don't have anything flashy or sparkly. Thank God. Landen isn't going to like looking at my clothes for too much longer. He doesn't like plain old things.
Landen continued to search the closet. And to Harry's complete dismay, Landen found some black dragon hide pants. Damn you Charlie. Well…I guess there isn't too much worse in there. Harry's eyes bulged out of his head when Landen pulled out the joke shirt that Ron had bought Harry two years ago. It was a silver button up shirt, but you could see right through the silver.
Harry was beginning to become worried. He wanted to tell Landen to forget it, but he knew that if he didn't wear what Landen wanted him to wear, then there was definitely going to be a fight on his hand. There was going to be no way that he would get Landen out of the house in a semi normal outfit, if he didn't wear what Landen wanted him to wear.
To Harry's relief, Landen drug out a white button up shirt. Okay… well this isn't that bad. I can deal with that shirt. But I hope to God that maybe he'll pull out a pair of normal blue jeans or slacks. But Harry didn't get his wish. Instead of bring out a pair of blue jeans or even men's pants… Landen brought out a skirt. It was Mandy's old skirt. NO FUCKING WAY! I AM NOT WEARING THAT! Landen is out of his little mind. No way.
"Pick!" Landen screamed.
"Okay… the white shirt and the black pants."
"Awe…"
"What…?"
"I like fhe odher stuff."
"I bet you would, Landen." Harry mumbled under his breath.
Grudgingly, Harry snatched the clothes off of his bed and walked towards the bathroom. I can't believe I'm actually going to wear this. Harry grabbed the pants and pulled them on. When he finally got them buttoned, he felt very, very uncomfortable. The tight, black, dragon hide pants, hugged every inch of his lower body. The boys are definitely not going to be moving very much today.
Sighing, Harry took the white shirt, slide his arms into it, and began to button it up. Oh great…what now… Since Harry had not been working out every much… and he had gained a few pounds… well, the shirt was more than tight and the last 3 buttons wouldn't close. I can't believe I'm actually doing this.
Without thinking twice about it, Harry grabbed Landen, and went out side to get in his car. Harry threw the door to the back seat open and placed Landen in his booster seat. Harry jumped inside the car, threw it in reverse, back out, threw it in drive, and sped down the street, with little Landen in the back screaming "FASTER!"
Author's Note: Man! Thanks for the reviews guys : )! It really makes my day a whole lot better. Anyway, you guys all had a lot of really good guess about what Harry was seeing. Unfortunately, none of them were right. But I must say… if I did do it to where Harry was seeing what Ron saw… that would be a very cool twist. Hmm… might have to think about that one. Anyways, thanks for all of the reviews. You guys rock!
P.S. The next chapter is going to be funny… well it is too me.