Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 13:15:28 -0700
From: Ben Meova <1hungyungun@gmail.com>
Subject: CELEBRITY- Harry's Closet of Secrets- Part Five (txt version)

A fantasy tribute by HungYungUn

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

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


Not as much sex as usual in these chapters- that's just the way the story
has worked out. Chapter 15 should get a rise out of you all so no worries!
Loads of thanks to all of you that have wrote in and have given me the
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it is encouraging me to write more for you all. Comments, feedback and
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Harry's Closet of Secrets Part Five


Chapter 14- Just When You Think It's Safe...


     The office of Minerva McGonagall was filled with tension as Harry,
Neville and the other heads of House- Finias Flitwick from Ravenclaw and
Uriah Grayson from Slytherin, listened to McGonagall read the front-page
story in the Daily Prophet.

"...while his identity was not confirmed by Ministry officials, several
witnesses in Nottingham, swore that they saw Draco Malfoy, who for years
has been presumed dead after a battle with Harry Potter and his minions.

Readers will certainly remember the events of that day.

In one of the final battles with Voldemort, Draco Malfoy had engaged Harry
Potter in a duel- allegedly carrying out orders from the Dark Lord. When
Malfoy had failed to kill Potter it was rumored that Voldemort killed Draco
Malfoy since he failed to complete his mission. Potter had testified that
he had witnessed Voldemort doing what appeared to be a `disintegration
spell' which immediately killed Malfoy.

Malfoy, according to former Death Eater and Voldemort follower, Lillith
Lund, who is now serving a life sentence in Azkaban, Malfoy had 'annoyed
the Dark Lord for the last time'. Malfoy had failed to carry out a mission
to kill Albus Dumbledore. The late Severus Snape ended up doing the job for
Malfoy. When Malfoy failed to kill Potter, according to Lund, Voldemort was
enraged and allegedly killed Draco Malfoy.

His body was never recovered and there is no record of burial anywhere.
Ministry officials were unable to confirm Malfoy's death, with no body
available, but insisted the word of Harry Potter was 'absolutely truthful'
and that Potter had given them `all the proof they needed'. Minister of
Magic, Arthur Weasley, said that the Ministry was already searching the
Nottingham area but thus far have not seen anyone that even closely
resembled Draco Malfoy..."

McGonagall stopped reading and shook her head, "I guess it is possible but
Lund was given Veritaserum. Her account of how Voldemort killed Malfoy
would have had to be the truth...and Harry, well Harry, you witnessed the
whole thing."

"Or the truth she and Harry were led to believe, Minerva," boomed the voice
of Albus Dumbledore who was sitting comfortably in his portrait above
McGonagall's desk, "the people that claim that they saw Draco may be
mistaken, but you all will do well to remember Peter Petigrew. Remember how
everyone thought he was dead for 12 years? Draco may have
developed...skills...beyond what we thought he had learned here at the
school."

"But even if he is still alive," added Flitwick, "how much of a threat is
he? Voldemort was destroyed and certainly Draco must know that if he ever
shows his face it will mean a ticket straight to Azkaban."

"That's true Finnias, but all the same, I just want you all to be aware."
advised McGonagall, "It's doubtful that he would come around the school but
as you all know stranger things have happened here. Oh my... we had better
get down to breakfast, it would look horrible if my teachers were late to
their classes...just keep your eyes open."

"Minerva could I have a word with Harry in private?" asked Dumbledore
sitting up straight in his high-backed chair

"Sure Albus, I am on my way downstairs anyhow," said McGonagall as she left
with the others.

When everyone was out of the room Dumbledore asked Harry to do the
"Secludio" charm so they could talk in complete privacy.

"Your worried Harry, aren't you? But it is not for the reasons most people
would believe, is it?" asked Dumbledore

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand..."

"Harry," said Dumbledore more forcefully, "I know you are not worried about
Draco being back and physically attacking you. Clearly you have always had
the upper hand over him in that department. You are worried that, out of
revenge, if Malfoy is indeed still alive, he will come back and reveal some
secrets you have kept well hidden."

"Secrets, sir?" asked Harry

"You know what I mean Harry. One thing about being a memory in a portrait
is that you have the run of the castle. You can go from portrait to
portrait in various rooms. You just wouldn't believe the gossip that goes
on. I would suppose that it is because life...well you really can't call
this life...existence in this realm can be pretty boring so the paintings
entertain themselves with spying and gossip."

Harry had a sinking feeling that he knew where Dumbledore was heading with
this.

"I know that you and Colin Creevey have been lovers since you were a
student and I know you and Longbottom have started a group for the gay
teens here at the school. No worries, I have not said anything to Minerva
and I think it is admirable at best what you are trying to do for the boys
you call Potter's Protégées."

"So you have always known about me? Being gay...but you never said anything
about it to me."

"I didn't feel it was necessary, Harry. You know that I always loved you as
if you were my own son. It has always been my belief that a parent who
truly loves his or her child will accept them for the way they are, not the
way they want them to be. Who you had sex with didn't change the fact that
I loved you as my adopted, spiritual son."

Harry had always known that Dumbledore cared for him and he had looked to
Dumbledore as a mentor and many times as a parent. Harry also remembered
that Dumbledore has the amazing ability to read him like a book- he should
have known that no secret was safe with Albus Dumbledore around.

"What your biggest fear is, concerning Draco Malfoy, may be him ruining
your reputation and disclosing that the straight-laced Harry Potter people
think they know is actually gay...that's what it is, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir, as usual you are right. And I want to thank you. Most adults
would have tried to change, or worse yet punish, their child into becoming
what they wanted them to be. It means a lot to me that you are not upset
with who I turned out to be."

"It was always my pleasure Harry. Making the decision, long ago to teach,
and devote my self to other people's children instead of having my own was
a hard one. But when you came along you filled a void for me. You allowed a
part of me, a part that had never been tested, to flourish. You allowed my
paternal side to come out. I may not have made you but I loved you like my
own."

Harry's only regret was that Albus Dumbledore was no longer alive and he
was talking to a memory of him in a portrait. He desperately wanted to give
the old man a huge hug. He never had taken the time, as a boy, to consider
that Dumbledore took the place of the father he sadly never knew.

"I wouldn't worry about Draco, Harry. Even if he were alive he would be a
fool to ever show his face and unless he had people to back up his claims
about you. Not many would believe him; being a proven liar his testimony
would be worth nothing."

This is why Albus Dumbledore had been so important in Harry's
life. Whenever he had fear, when ever he had doubts Dumbledore had always
been able to soothe his fears...just like a dad, Harry thought, just like a
dad.

"Thank you, sir, I promise I will not worry about Draco. You are right,
there is no point in worrying about what may or may not happen," said Harry
genuinely grateful for Dumbledore's counsel.

"Oh Harry, there is one more thing- a bit more gossip that I think you
should hear," informed the painting of Dumbledore, "rumor has it that the
Slytherin boy, Donnelly, is harassing even more boys he thinks may be
gay. It is time to do something about him. I am sure you will think of a
creative, yet discreet, way to deal with him."

"I certainly will, sir. I already have a plan in mind that I will try to
execute tonight. Thank you, Professor, for.... well for everything." said
Harry sincerely as he got up to leave.

"No problem, Harry. Seeing as I have no choice but to be here in this
portrait, I will always be here for you."

Harry left the office feeling one hundred percent better. Instead of
concentrating on the Draco Malfoy story and what may be he decided to
concentrate on what was happening that day. He would talk to Sam after
class and put a stop to the homophobic Slytherin, Patrick Donnelly, and
tonight...for sure.

While Harry was feeling better about his day Neville was still waiting for
the ball to drop on him. On their way out of breakfast Harry noticed that
Neville was unusually quiet.

"Still worried about Angelo?" asked Harry

"Ya, I just...I just am worried that he may take things too far," muttered
Neville

"Well then we need to find a boy to get his attention so his focus is off
of you."

"I hope it's soon...if anyone knew..." Neville caught himself; he wasn't
ready to admit that he and Angelo had made love on their trip, "I mean he
just isn't careful; he may get us all caught and outed."

"Well don't worry about what hasn't happened, ok?" said Harry offering
Neville the same sage advice the painting of Dumbledore gave him, "Oh and
by the way, I heard that the Slytherin kid- Patrick Donnelly is harassing
some more boys. If all goes well I will be putting a stop to that tonight."

"OK Harry, good luck with that and I'll see ya later, ok?" said Neville
hurrying away to his greenhouse

"Right Neville, try to have a good day." waved Harry

Neville would try to have a good day, despite the fact that his first class
was his fourth years led by the boy who had the crush- Angelo Marquez.


Chapter 15- Photo Opportunity


     Harry had to keep reminding himself, throughout the day, to not dwell
on the story about Draco Malfoy being alive. There was no way he could be;
at least no way Harry knew of. His classes went well all day and he was
able to put his plan into motion- operation "Stop the Slytherin" would
commence tonight.

Predictably Patrick Donnelly made a snide comment and was disruptive in
class so Harry gave him detention. Patrick would be doing detention with
Harry at 7pm tonight. The only thing left was talking to Sam; but he had to
do that in private after class. Harry tried to stay focused on the lecture
he was giving.

"...and that was the reason the Death Eaters did what they did." said Harry
lecturing his fourth year class, "They had the idea that only pure blood
wizards and witches were the only people worth a salt. They were elitists
and bigots. So the lesson in all this is that when someone starts thinking
they are better then someone else, or blatantly starts spewing out hateful
and degrading remarks about one's ethnic background, parentage, or other
factors that they may feel uncomfortable with darkness prevails. This hate,
as demonstrated by the Death Eaters and Voldemort, was cancerous. And it is
taught from generation to generation. One way to combat the Dark Arts is to
make sure parents do not influence their kids to turn to it in the first
place. You all have a choice on how you behave and what course you take in
your life. You can either believe the prejudices you are taught by adults
that may have been taught by their parents or you can choose to renounce
all of that and take a different course of action. When you choose to not
judge, not hate and not minimize someone that may not be as fortunate as
you then you are working towards the good."

Harry acknowledged a hand up in the class.

"So really sir, the bottom line is that hate is what fueled the whole
movement to join Voldemort and the wizards who still practice black magic?"

"That's right Geoffrey, and that is why we sadly still have to have a
Defense Against The Dark Arts class here at Hogwarts. Even though Voldemort
is dead and gone there are many that still secretly follow his ideals and
beliefs and you all have to know how to combat them."

Another hand went up.

"Yes, David, you have a question?"

"What do you make of the sighting of Draco Malfoy? Didn't you see him
finished off years ago?"

"Well, yes, I saw him literally disintegrate. I had no choice but to use
the self-defense curse. Keep in mind it borders on an unforgivable curse
but is permissible only when you are in extreme mortal danger. I was so I
used the Disintegratio curse on him. I clearly saw him go away in a cloud
of smoke and dust so he has to be dead and the story a hoax. But the odd
thing is that Voldemort selected the same curse to use on Malfoy as I had-
at the same time. So I don't know if it was Voldemort or me that actually
did Draco in. The papers and the Ministry wanted to spin it so Voldemort
was the killer. But honestly it could have been me instead of Voldemort
that blew up Draco Malfoy into a cloud of dust."

"But, sir, whoever did it malfoy clearly failed to exist after the spell
was cast, didn't he?"

"Yes, sadly for Draco that appeared to be true."

"So the people must have been mistaken; the people that said they saw Draco
Malfoy?" inquired David

"Yes, that would be the correct assumption, but enough of that...In keeping
with today's lecture I would like a roll of parchment, due on Friday,
describing ways you can personally strive to work on the side of good. Look
at your character and see if you have been taught to hate or dislike a
particular person or type of person. Hopefully this will be a tool for you
all, assuming you do the assignment honestly, so you can see where you can
make positive changes in your lives.... ok class dismissed...Sam I need to
have a word with you please."

Harry milled around until everyone but Sam Chang had left the classroom.

"What is your next class, Sam?" asked Harry

"It's Herbology with Professor Longbottom, sir," replied Sam

"Ah ok so if you are delayed it will be ok. Listen I have come up with a
plan to silence Patrick Donnelly once and for all but I need your help."

"You can count on me, sir, you know I want him taught the lesson of his
life."

"Well here's what is going to happen. I have already given Patrick
detention with me tonight. He will be here at 7pm and I want you here at
the same time as well. Mind you, you are not in trouble and this really
isn't a detention for you; no detention points will be taken from
Gryfindor. Let me show you what I have in mind."

Harry led Sam up the stairs to his quarters.

"This is an invisibility cloak, it used to be my father's, and it has come
in handy plenty of times. Mister Creevey has lent me his Sneakcam so what I
want to happen is this. You and Patrick will be here doing detention- I
will do it up here in my quarters. About 15 minutes into the detention
Professor Longbottom is going to come and call me out for an
emergency. That will leave you and Patrick alone."

"You are going to leave me alone with him? You know what he is going to do
to me, sir."

"Yes, I know Sam and that is why I wanted to ask for your help first
instead of just springing it on you. You see you won't really be alone. I
will leave out with Professor Longbottom and he will have the cloak in the
briefcase he will be carrying. Once out of the classroom I will put on the
cloak and return. When Patrick starts doing what he will do I will be using
Mister Creevey's Sneakcam. After you finish with Patrick I will quietly
leave and come back. I will dismiss you and then I will present Patrick
with the pictures and the evidence I have that he is a secret cocksucker!"

"That's brilliant, sir, I think this may work so I will do it."

"Excellent Sam and I will leave the cloak on my desk downstairs so if you
like you can slip it on, sneak back up here and watch Patrick squirm"

"Oh that will be the best, sir, that will make my day.... well my year!"
exclaimed Sam

"Ok, let's get you down to Herbology before Neville...umm...Professor
Longbottom thinks you were eaten by one of his Gulping Goliath plants!"

Harry led Sam to Greenhouse 2 and then finalized the plan with Neville.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on for Harry. Finally the seven o'clock
hour neared. As he waited for Sam and Patrick to arrive Harry's Owl flew in
with a scroll in his claws. Harry took the parchment; it was from Ron
Weasley.

=======

Hi Harry,

Well the bad news is Hermione wants the divorce and it probably is just as
well. Things started out well with us at first but over the last year we
have distanced a lot. Now the good news is that I am not going back to
Romania. Fred and George have offered to let me run their joke shop branch
in Hogsmead. So I, of course, took the job and I have rented a small flat
in Hogsmead.

Why don't you come visit tomorrow and check out my new digs? It will give
us more time to catch up.

Write Back...ok?

Ron

=======

Damn, thought Harry to himself, he had promised Colin he would see him
tomorrow night.

"Well Colin will understand that I want to see Ron," said Harry out loud to
Hedwig, "Colin has seen me all these years and Ron and I do need to catch
up."

Harry pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill.

=======

Hiya Ron,

Great news...well at least about the job and the flat.

I'll be over around 6pm tomorrow. If that isn't good for you write back.

Your Best Friend,

Harry

=======

Harry sent Hedwig off with the reply just as Sam and Patrick walked through
the door.

"Ah welcome boys...don't worry this detention will be only as HARD as you
make it."

Sam had to force back a laugh; he got the innuendo Harry was making.

"OK here is some parchment. I want you both to write a full page essay on
why being disruptive in class hurts you and others around you...get to it
now."

Harry watched as the two started writing. Of course Patrick, who never
really gave a damn about what harm he caused to others, was having a tough
time starting his assignment.

Fifteen minutes later Neville arrived at the door.

"Professor Potter, I need you to join me immediately. The Headmistress has
called an emergency meeting."

"Merlin's beard, another emergency!" said Harry with a hint of
exasperation, "Ok, well then, you two will stay here and complete the work
or else it will be a whole week of detention with assignments far worse
then this."

Harry hurried out the door with Neville. Once out of the classroom Harry
retrieved the invisibility cloak and the Sneakcam from Neville's briefcase.

"Good luck Harry, I hope this will work," said Neville patting Harry on the
back, "just let me see the pictures later...I need a good laugh."

"Ok mate, I will come see you when I am done ruining Patrick's night."

Harry quietly re-entered the classroom and waited. He wanted to give Sam
the time to get things underway.

Meanwhile in Harry's sitting room...

"Hey pussy boy," said Patrick to Sam, "I got a problem and I think you can
help me before Potter gets back."

Sam glanced over at the redheaded Slytherin and wasn't surprised to see him
waving his long, thin cock at him.

"Remember, we have a deal. You take care of my problem and I won't cause
you a bigger problem by outing you."

"OK", said Sam sullenly, "Let me go make sure no one is in the classroom
first."

Sam went out the door to the quarters and looked at the empty classroom. He
knew that somewhere in that room Professor Potter was waiting. Suddenly he
saw a hand wave...just a hand...and he knew he had found Harry. Sam gave
Harry the thumbs up sign and Harry moved swiftly up the stairs behind Sam.

"No one is in the classroom, I better lock this door then."

"Yeah, if anyone finds out about this you are dead Sammy boy."

After Sam locked the door he went to the waiting Slytherin boy who was
still stroking his half-hard cock and playing with the patch of red hair's
that surrounded its base.

"Strip those shorts off Sam," commanded Patrick

Sam did as he was told and then stood in front of Patrick.

"I want to do something different today. Maybe if you are hard you will
enjoy it more when I fuck your brains out," said Patrick pulling Sam close
to him.

Patrick stuck out his tongue and tasted the tip of Sam's cock. After a few
more licks he took Sam's cock in his mouth. Awkwardly sucking Sam,
occasionally scratching Sam's dick with his teeth, Patrick's dick hardened
completely and Harry could see a drop of precum forming on its tip. Despite
the teeth Sam soon had a full hard on as well and he began pumping in and
out of Patrick's mouth.

"I didn't know you...actually liked...sucking dick," said Sam dreamily
enjoying the warmth of the Slytherin boy's mouth

"I never said I liked it. I just want you hard and horny so you like what I
am gonna make you do. I lose my boner when you start crying."

While Sam continued to feed Patrick his cock Harry was busy trying to do
several things at once- namely keeping the invisibility cloak in place
whilst snapping pics with the Sneakcam.

When Patrick was satisfied with the work he did on Sam's cock he ordered
the younger boy to turn around and bend over. Patrick stood up and rubbed
the head of his precum sticky cockhead on Sam's hole. Sam gritted his
teeth; he knew what was coming. He was about to get fucked again without
any lube. Sam liked being a bottom and sat on his boyfriend Lonnie's cock,
whenever he could, but they always used a generous amount of lotion.

Patrick never bothered with such details so as expected Sam felt the first
jab of pain as the head of Patrick's cock slid in.

Harry had to keep reminding himself that he was there to take pics and
entrap the Slytherin homophobe so he had to keep willing his cock to go
down as he watched the hot scene unfold.

Soon Sam was used to Patrick in him and he moved his hips around on
Patrick's cock.

"Man you have such a tight hole boy, I am about to shoot my load in you
bum."

A few more pumps and Patrick was unloading in Sam. When he caught his
breath he turned Sam around.

"You were a good slave boy today, I think a reward is in order," suggested
Patrick

He took Sam's half-hard cock back into his mouth and started sucking like a
pro. Soon Sam was ready to cum and decided to pull out just as he was about
to shoot. He wanted the secret photo opportunity to end with a bang- well a
splash. And that is exactly what happened. Sam pulled out and shot a
generous load of sweet white cum on the Slytherin boy's face. At first Sam
thought Patrick would kick the shit out of him but that wasn't going to
happen. He actually wiped his chin with his hand and then licked up the boy
cum.

"We better open the door back up; Potter should be back soon," said Patrick
buttoning up his pants

Sam went to the door and opened it, which gave Harry the chance to slip out
of the room. As promised Harry left the invisibility cloak on his desk and
reviewed the images he just took on the Sneakcam. This was better then he
had anticipated. These were hot and all the evidence he needed to reign in
the terror caused by Patrick Donnelly.

Harry waited a few more minutes and then stomped up the stairs to his
quarters.

"What have you two been doing? This is a detention and you have barely
written a word."

"I was having trouble thinking, sir," said Sam playing along with the ruse

"Well it is late, I will expect the essay on my desk by tomorrow evening or
you both will be spending the next two weeks with me in detention." advised
Harry, "You can be on your way Sam. Patrick you stay for a minute I have
something that you may want to see."

Sam left Harry's quarters and made a beeline to the desk and the
invisibility cloak. He quickly put it on and quietly went back up the steps
and into the quarters. When Harry felt a tap on his shoulder he knew Sam
was back in the room and he moved to shut the door to his quarters.

"So Patrick come here. I want to see what you think of some pictures I took
recently."

Patrick ambled over to Harry; an indignant look on his face because he was
annoyed that Sam was allowed to leave but he was forced to stay. He looked
at the view screen of the Sneakcam. The first image was innocuous- a
picture of Rosemarta's Tea Garden.

"Well this is nice, Professor, Hogsmead...but what is it you want me to
see?" said Patrick annoyed that he was being forced to look at Harry's
travel pictures

"Wait... the best is yet to come," admonished Harry

Sam had to bite his lip when he saw the look of absolute horror of the
Slytherin boy's face when he saw the next image. There was Patrick
Donnelly, sitting in Harry's armchair, with Sam Chang's cock in his mouth.

"But, how?" was all Patrick could manage to say

"Let's just say I can be as sneaky as you are," said Harry looking Patrick
in the eye

"Well it's not what you think," said Patrick defensively

Harry laughed out loud, "It seems the images are pretty clear. You like
cock don't you?"

Patrick was dumbstruck; his worst fear exposed.

"As a matter of fact," Harry continued, "you like it more then you let even
Sam know. You see, I know that you are running around the school harassing
other boys that may or may not be gay. That's normal for people like you
that cannot come to terms with who they really are. So first you will admit
to me that you are gay and you are homophobic because you want to keep your
secret well hid."

Patrick had no choice now, "OK, yes...you are right. It's just that my
parents would never understand me being...being..."

"Gay," Harry finished for him, "You don't have to be afraid to state the
obvious. Your parents and mates think you are a ladies man and wouldn't
understand the concept of you sucking dick."

"Yeah that, sir" comfirmed Patrick with his eyes to the floor

"Well no one has to find out provided you do the following. You will no
longer call other boys names like queer or faggot, you will not intimidate
other boys, you will not force Sam to do things he doesn't want to do. You
will apologize to Sam and the other boys you harassed and there will be no
more of that. If you keep your end of the bargain then no one will see
these pictures. If not then the whole of Slytherin House will see these
pictures; they will mysteriously appear in your common room."

Patrick was as white as a ghost. Sam was enjoying every last minute of the
exchange between Harry and Patrick.

"But how do I explain the change in me to my mates, sir?"

"Just tell them you got bored with all that and you want to focus on
something else."

"I guess I can do all that"

"Well for your sake I hope you do," advised Harry pulling out his wand and
pointing it at the redhead Slytherin boy, "and to make sure I am going to
charm you; no worries it is a harmless charm."

With a wave of the wand Harry but a charm on Patrick that would make the
word "cocksucker" appear on his forehead if he dared to break any of the
promises he had made.

"You mean it will be visible to everyone?" asked Patrick

"Yes, if you dare to break your promise. This is a binding charm that
makessure you keep your word," advised Harry, "so remember no more
homophobic assaults on other students or you will be the one outed. If you
do well in the next couple of weeks I will include you in a special group
we have here for boys like you."

Sam didn't like that idea but Harry felt like if Patrick did make a change
it would be unfair to leave him out of the loop. Maybe he needed other boys
like him to make the change in his life and his attitude. Finally Harry
dismissed the sullen and defeated Slytherin teen.

When Sam was certain that Patrick was long gone he threw off the cloak and
ran over to Harry hugging him tightly and smiling broadly, "Oh sir, you are
the best, sir...I almost bit my lip off trying not to laugh!"

"I imagine it was quite funny but remember Sam we didn't do this to be
purposely cruel or mean. We did it to stop him from harassing boys like
you."

"I know, sir, but do you think it is a good idea to let him into Potter's
Protégés?"

"It wouldn't be right to exclude him. Trust me Sam I have no love for
Slytherins but with the charm I put on him he will do what I made him
promise to do. I can't think of anything that he would be able to do that
would put the group in danger."

"OK, sir, I trust you. I just have one more question- could you destroy the
pictures? I don't want Lonnie to see them by mistake."

"Yes, I will get rid of them before I give Mister Creevey back his
Sneakcam."

Harry dismissed Sam, who was floating on cloud nine now, and shut locked
the door to his quarters. He plugged the Sneakcam into the viewer screen
and scrolled to the first image of Patrick and Sam. All through the scene
with the two boy's Harry's balls were churning; his hard cock begging to be
freed from the confines of his trousers. Now that the mission was
accomplished there was one more thing he needed to do before bed.

"Might as well not waste these," said Harry to himself as he took out his
hardon and jerked off to the pictures before him.


Chapter 16- Seeing Red


     For the next couple of months things went pretty smoothly for Harry
and Neville. In fact, things couldn't have been going better for the both
of them and their select group of students.

Patrick was keeping his promise and Harry had finally included him as a
member of Potter's Protégés. The group met every Friday and they had found
at least three more members, who were brave enough to come out of their
individual closets, to join.

Neville still had to push away Angelo. While the teen had stopped flashing
his cock at Neville and doing other, less then appropriate things, it
seemed his crush on Neville failed to subside.

"Look Angelo," said Neville sternly one day after class, "I completely
understand and think that you should have the right to be with who you
want, especially since you are fifteen now, but I still think that here at
school it just isn't right. Here I am your teacher and you are my
student. There are certain boundaries I just have to keep."

Angelo looked down at his feet and sighed, "I know. sir, but it just
doesn't seem fair."

"Well I know it doesn't but sadly that is just how the world is. Besides
there are people better then me. Thomas Greer really seems to like you and
he is a cute sixth year boy, isn't he?"

Thomas was one of the latest members of Harry and Neville's secret group
for gay teens at Hogwarts.

"He is, but...well...he just isn't you," admitted Angelo

"I am flattered Angelo but please consider giving him a chance; get
together and see if you two click. I have a feeling that you just may
become close mates if you give it some time."

"Ok, for you I will try, sir," said Angelo stealing the opportunity to kiss
Neville on the cheek.

"Off with you then," said Neville blushing red and hoping no one just saw
Angelo kissing him.

Much to the boy's credit he did give Thomas a try and seemed to be less
infatuated with Neville as the days passed.

Meanwhile Harry had been spending almost all of his free time with Ron
Weasley. It was almost like they were reliving their teen years again. They
would spend days off together talking about anything and everything like
they did when they were boys.

Harry finally got Ron to admit that the whole marriage to Hermione was a
ruse, to cover up the fact that he had always been in love with his best
friend- Harry Potter. The time that the two of them spent together brought
happiness to them both but it began to work the last nerve of Harry's
longtime boyfriend Colin Creevey.

Grudgingly Colin had allowed Harry to bypass chances to see him. He made
excuses to himself to justify Harry's sudden need to spend all his time
with Ron. He kept telling himself that nothing sexual was happening; the
reason Harry had been constantly with Ron for the last two months was
because the old friends had a lot of things to catch up on. There had been
a lot of years where they hadn't seen each other so Colin convinced himself
that they were making up for lost time.

But after yet another excuse, another Saturday night where Harry cancelled
a visit to Colin's because he and Ron had something important to do
together, Colin reached his limit. Now he wasn't so certain that Harry and
Ron were not screwing around. It had been weeks since he had made love with
Harry and tonight he would make an unexpected appearance at Ron's flat to
see exactly what it was that Harry and Ron so desperately needed to do.

Colin pulled out the invisibility cloak Harry had bought him for his
sixteenth birthday grabbed his Sneakcam. With a crack he apporated outside
of Ron's flat and once there he put on the cloak and then preformed the
Secludio charm; he needed the house to be sound proof for a minute. That
way Harry and Ron would not hear him apporate inside the flat. In a flash
Colin found himself in Ron's sitting room; no one was in there. He heard
voices coming from the bedroom...well not really voices...they were moans.

He walked quietly to the open bedroom door and saw what he had suspected
all along.

There was his lover, his Harry, on his back with his legs on Ron's
shoulders taking Ron's fat cock up his ass.

"Oh yeah, Ron give it too me harder," panted Harry

Ron leaned down, as he sped up the slamming into Harry's ass and
passionately kissed Harry

Colin watched in horror as Ron's ass bounced up and down, clenching and
unclenching preparing to dump a load into what used to belong solely to
Colin.

Finally Ron moaned loudly; it was obvious he was shooting his load and
Harry soon did the same.

While the sex was happening Colin, despite tears running out of his eyes,
was able to snap a few pictures.

After Harry and Ron had a clean up with a towel they cuddled together and
kissed each other affectionately from time to time as they talked.

"So are you going to tell Colin about us Harry? I mean I know you care
about him but even you said he was the next best thing to me since you
thought I was totally straight?" asked Ron pleadingly

"I know I should but I don't want to hurt him; I just haven't found the
right time."

Colin had seen enough. He had considered tearing off the cloak and
revealing himself to Ron and his cheating lover. But the rage and the anger
was building and Colin decided to get out of there fast before he did
something, unforgivable; something that he would regret and get sent to
Azkaban for.

He would confront Harry Monday at the school. He had to be there anyhow to
do a follow up story on McGonagall. He needed a day to calm down otherwise
he may blow up the both Ron and Harry into oblivion.

It seemed as if it took two weeks for Monday to arrive. Finally it did and
Colin appeared at Harry's door.

"Well this is a surprise!" said Harry ushering Colin into his quarters and
bending to give him a kiss.

Colin pulled away from Harry.

"What's the matter? Still afraid someone may catch us kissing here at the
school?" asked Harry genuinely puzzled by Colin's cold demeanor

"No, it's not that Harry," said Colin flatly, "It's this..."

Colin held the Sneakcam in front of Harry's eyes; an image of Harry and Ron
fucking was on the mini view screen. Harry's mouth dropped to the floor.

"How did you?...when did you?..." Harry stuttered

"I paid a visit to Ron's Saturday. I took a page out of your book and used
the invisibility cloak. I saw and heard everything Harry. How could you do
this to me? I trusted you." screamed Colin with tears of anger and sadness
streaming from his eyes.

"I was going to tell you, really I was," said Harry grasping for the right
words, "it just happened. I guess Ron and I have always been in love...just
like you and Neville."

That hit a sore spot with Colin and he raged at Harry, "Yes, maybe he was
at the time but my heart was always with you. Pretty damn stupid of me, eh?
At least Neville and I are not sneaking around fucking when your back is
turned, are we?"

The sound of students entering the classroom stopped the shouting between
the two of them.

"We'll talk about this later," said Colin in a low tone, "or maybe not at
all."

Colin turned in a huff and left Harry's quarters. He rushed past the
gathering students who wondered why a grown, weeping man was leaving
Professor Potter's private quarters.

When Harry collected himself and entered the classroom Sam asked quietly if
Colin was ok.

"He just got some bad news," said Harry as he guided Sam to his seat.

The rest of the morning was tough for Harry. It was hard to teach knowing
that he had hurt Colin. But he had to be true to himself. He had always
secretly hoped Ron and he would be lovers. Now, in their adult life, it was
really happening and he didn't want to lose the chance again.

In the afternoon Harry had stopped by Neville's quarters. He decided he
needed to tell him what was going on with Colin and Ron. Neville listened
and considered Harry's reasoning. Inside Neville felt badly for Colin but
part of him was secretly happy about the turn of events. Perhaps he could
get back what Harry inadvertently took away from him years ago. After a bit
of silence Neville had found the words to say to Harry.

"Well maybe it is for the best, Harry. Like you always say it is the
secrets that kill."

"Perhaps, you are right mate. You look a bit worried as well today."

"Well yes, I made a big mistake last night Harry. I was having a wank and I
had forgotten to latch my door. Well I was pumping away and in comes
Angelo. He swooped down on my cock and started sucking me. For a few
minutes I let it happen, but then I came to my senses. I stood up and
yelled at him. I yelled Harry. You know me I never yell but I guess the kid
caught me at a bad time. I just don't want to go to jail because he can't
get over me."

"Oh my, that is bad Neville."

"Yes, but that's not the worst of it. I think I might have really hurt him-
not physically but emotionally."

"What did you say to him, Neville?" asked harry genuinely concerned

Just as Neville was about to start Professor Flitwick came bursting through
the door.

"Harry, Neville... both of you must come quickly- it's horrible, absolutely
horrible!" exclaimed Flitwick as he led the two of them out of Neville's
quarters.

Flitwick was guiding them towards the third floor corridor- rarely used
these days but still in tact. They headed for a room that was familiar to
Harry. In his first year at Hogwarts, Hagrid's three-headed dog was there
guarding the trap door that led to the Sorcerer's Stone.

When they opened the door and went inside they joined McGonagall and Madame
Pomfrey.

Harry and Neville stopped in their tracks; a look of total horror and
disbelief on their faces.

There before them was the limp body of what appeared to be a male hanging
from a crudely fashioned hangman's noose. The person's back was facing
Harry and Neville so it was unclear who it was. One thing was for sure, he
was definitely stone cold dead. Over his head was a black hood and near him
the Gryfindor ghost, Sir Nicholas, was floating around.

"Nicholas did the ghost of this persom say anything to you when he passed
by?" asked McGonagall in between sobs

"No and he was quite rude...just flew past and out of the castle...not even
a hello...needs to be taught the social graces of our dimension for
sure...If it were me..."

McGonagall ignored Nick as he kept prattling on. She was in no mood for a
lecture from the Gryfindor House ghost while she had a dead body swinging
on a rope before her.

"Who is it Minerva?" asked Flitwick, "Why does he have a black hood on?"

"Because it is simply too gruesome Finnias. When someone is hung, as in
this case, the eyes..." McGonagall was finding it hard to even speak these
words, "...the eyes pop out of their sockets. Poppy and I haven't been
brave enough to look yet- we only found the body minutes ago after Sir
Nicholas alerted me. Now mind you, hoods are used when Muggles use hanging
as a death sentence- rarely are they used in suicides...so this hood makes
me wonder if this person did this on his own or if someone had a hand in
it."

McGonagall wiped her nose with a tissue; streams of tears flowed down the
wrinkles of her face like small rivers.

"No matter what the reason we must look and see who this is," said
McGonagall with a hoarse voice.

She gazed with hopeful eyes at Harry.

Harry had to agree with the Headmistress; it sure was odd that this person
would be hooded. Maybe he wanted to spare those who found him the
extra-added trauma of seeing his lifeless face. He would figure out the
significance of that later. Right now it was apparent that both McGonagall
and Pomfrey were having a hard time unmasking the dead body. It was clear
that McGonagall wanted "brave Harry Potter" to do the honors.

After all Harry had been through in his short life he was pretty confident
that nothing would horrify him. He had seen death far too many times in the
last 8 years- some far more gruesome then this. This will be hard, he
thought, but I can do it. I have to be the one to look, he decided, they
are probably depending on the great Harry Potter to do it.

"Perhaps I should have a look, Minerva," said Harry taking charge of the
situation

McGonagall came to Harry's side and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.

"Thank you , Harry."

He walked over to the limp hanging body and slowly turned it around. Harry
was alarmed by how cold the body already felt- the abnormal cold validating
the sad fact that the person was really dead and gone. Ever so slowly Harry
reached up and lifted the black hood that was covering the face of the limp
and lifeless body that was draped in a balck robe.

Harry yelled out a scream of disbelief and horror when he saw the person's
face.

"No....no this can't be.... NO!" he screamed

"Who is it, Harry?" asked Neville rushing to Harry's side

Harry couldn't answer; words refused to come out of his mind or his mouth.

For the first time in years tears came to Harry's eyes. Harry abandoned the
affirmation he had just made, to be brave and not lose control, and finally
allowed himself to be human instead of the super hero Harry Potter. The
sight of that intensified the weeping of Minerva McGonagall and Poppy
Pomfrey.

Harry collapsed on the floor as his colleagues and friends came forward to
comfort him.

The question of who it was had been answered; the biggest question still
remained-

Why?


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