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rarepair_shortsTitle: Little Black Sheep
Pairing: Harry Potter/ Albus Severus Potter
Rating: R
Word Count: 579
Summary: Albus always been apart of his family, until he makes then break apart and Harry closes his eyes to what they done.
Author's Notes: Dark!Albus and very explicit incest (not explicit sex, just hints). I just like the idea of Albus being not the good boy.
The little boy, bitten and red with fresh bruises laid on the bed and begging to be once again ravished. No one will, but the man watching from the chair, neither would allow a stranger to lean and come between them. Their story begins with a marriage, it’s the man and his ginger bride, one that will produce in her body the little black sheep, the one that will wreck his family.
Albus, only white in name, brought sorrow and pain to his mother, since birth, a hard one even for a witch surrounded by healers. Growing up he never approached his mother, she had James to dote on and later Lily to give the family more girls, which they they craved for after a whole generation with so many boys. It was his father that helped him grow and be, nurturing with love like he never had himself.
When Albus, transformed the fatherly love in much more, cherishing it more than any other would, things started to shift between them. He then creeped to Harry, seducing him with care while his mother had to care for his sister and to manage James trickster nature. If Harry came late, Albus’s letters would be waiting for him at his office at home, full of attentive words; Ginny would be sleeping, tired from her busy day. When Hogwarts weekends came, Albus would want to have lunch with Harry, while Ginny had a free weekend from the kids and husband. In his breaks from school, Albus would tend to Harry’s shoes, robes and even make his favorite foods, all under the pretext of helping his mother, but in truth he would be bringing Harry each time closer.
After Hogwarts, a job in the Ministry while James followed his mom to a Quidditch career and Lily was still at school, made father and son inseparable. Forged love letter between Ginny and one of her teammates destroyed the marriage, broke the family in two houses and gave Albus a great chance to comfort his father, each time getting him closer to his bed and later heart. With time, hugs became caresses, and then kisses until Harry’s resolution broke.
“Little lamb, it’s time for a bath.” Harry deep voice cut the dimmed lighted room and Albus turned to him.
“Alright, daddy, come with me?”
And as always, Harry saw the offer of care and did what Albus asked behind his words. It wasn’t right by the others standers, but right now Harry didn’t care, it been a long time since he worried. Perhaps it was when Harry found out that Albus wrote the love letters and he never said anything, fearing to lose something only in his son’s arms he found: love.
“Go on, I will get something to eat first, I know that you don’t want just to shower.” Albus didn’t respond and he didn’t have to. Harry knew how to read him very well, more than most people saw when they came in rare visits Grimmauld received.
He wondered if his parents would be away as Molly and Arthur did or if like George they would embrace such a weird relationship. Lily and James kept away, only visiting one when the other was away, preferring to pretend their father and brother didn’t live like a married couple.
To hell all of them, it was his life and Harry has enough age to realise his happiness was worth more than people’s thought on him.
Pairing: Harry Potter/ Albus Severus Potter
Rating: R
Word Count: 579
Summary: Albus always been apart of his family, until he makes then break apart and Harry closes his eyes to what they done.
Author's Notes: Dark!Albus and very explicit incest (not explicit sex, just hints). I just like the idea of Albus being not the good boy.
The little boy, bitten and red with fresh bruises laid on the bed and begging to be once again ravished. No one will, but the man watching from the chair, neither would allow a stranger to lean and come between them. Their story begins with a marriage, it’s the man and his ginger bride, one that will produce in her body the little black sheep, the one that will wreck his family.
Albus, only white in name, brought sorrow and pain to his mother, since birth, a hard one even for a witch surrounded by healers. Growing up he never approached his mother, she had James to dote on and later Lily to give the family more girls, which they they craved for after a whole generation with so many boys. It was his father that helped him grow and be, nurturing with love like he never had himself.
When Albus, transformed the fatherly love in much more, cherishing it more than any other would, things started to shift between them. He then creeped to Harry, seducing him with care while his mother had to care for his sister and to manage James trickster nature. If Harry came late, Albus’s letters would be waiting for him at his office at home, full of attentive words; Ginny would be sleeping, tired from her busy day. When Hogwarts weekends came, Albus would want to have lunch with Harry, while Ginny had a free weekend from the kids and husband. In his breaks from school, Albus would tend to Harry’s shoes, robes and even make his favorite foods, all under the pretext of helping his mother, but in truth he would be bringing Harry each time closer.
After Hogwarts, a job in the Ministry while James followed his mom to a Quidditch career and Lily was still at school, made father and son inseparable. Forged love letter between Ginny and one of her teammates destroyed the marriage, broke the family in two houses and gave Albus a great chance to comfort his father, each time getting him closer to his bed and later heart. With time, hugs became caresses, and then kisses until Harry’s resolution broke.
“Little lamb, it’s time for a bath.” Harry deep voice cut the dimmed lighted room and Albus turned to him.
“Alright, daddy, come with me?”
And as always, Harry saw the offer of care and did what Albus asked behind his words. It wasn’t right by the others standers, but right now Harry didn’t care, it been a long time since he worried. Perhaps it was when Harry found out that Albus wrote the love letters and he never said anything, fearing to lose something only in his son’s arms he found: love.
“Go on, I will get something to eat first, I know that you don’t want just to shower.” Albus didn’t respond and he didn’t have to. Harry knew how to read him very well, more than most people saw when they came in rare visits Grimmauld received.
He wondered if his parents would be away as Molly and Arthur did or if like George they would embrace such a weird relationship. Lily and James kept away, only visiting one when the other was away, preferring to pretend their father and brother didn’t live like a married couple.
To hell all of them, it was his life and Harry has enough age to realise his happiness was worth more than people’s thought on him.
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