Kiaran Featherworth, the newly employed Auror of the Ministry of Magic, was in the broomstick shop checking out the numerous brooms on display. There were a few other customers too inside, but they weren’t really that interested in the brooms. They were chitchatting with the shop owner about the news that has been spreading all over the wizarding community ever since it was published in the Daily Prophet. He stole a glance at the picture on the newspaper the shop owner was holding and saw Harry Potter sleeping on bed with a crying newborn baby still covered with a little bit of blood, before a few seconds later a nurse came over to take the baby off his hands and waving away at the person taking the picture.
He looked away again and pretended to be interested in other brooms in display. The shop owner was too busy chitchatting and gossiping with the customers about the case that he didn’t bother to assist Kiaran in choosing the best broom. He quietly began to think about how exactly he got here…
-Flashback begins-
Sirius opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and saw only darkness and felt an edge of coldness. He was lying down but at the same time he was floating. Floating in the middle of an abyss. He had no idea what was going on. His mind was a blur and his whole body was aching like hell, like as if he was being hit by the Crucatius Curse and his spirit being torn out of his body.As he painfully tried to sit up he tried to remember where he was and what happened to him. He remembered fighting with the Death Eaters, then was hit by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange and thrown backwards into a veil. He remembered was Harry screaming out to him and was held back by Remus Lupin. He remembered falling and falling and falling, but not before feeling his body ripped apart like a piece of paper, then darkness. He suddenly realized that he had fallen into the dreaded Veil, the place where all lost souls end up if they were unwilling to move on. The place where eternal darkness and endless sorrows exist for souls that regret ever dying and wished more than anything else in their pitiful life to be back in the living. He wasn’t supposed to be here! He wasn’t supposed to be dead! His time isn’t right! He had to get back! He had to get out of the world of the Veil before he turned something even worse than a broken soul of a prisoner of Azkaban!
Suddenly, before he had a chance to figure out where he should get out, a dozen tormented-looking spirits surround him, moaning and groaning as if in pain. Their eyes look deader than they should and they were all aiming their hands on Sirius, planning to drag him further down the world of the Veil to join them in their long eternity of darkness, sorrow and regret. He then heard voices from outside the Veil. He saw a young man with strawberry blonde hair talking to someone whom he recognized as one of Cornelius Fudge’s underdogs. He had to get to them. He had to catch their attention and ask for their help to get him to Harry or Dumbledore or anyone else so that he could figure out how to get back to the living. He had to do something.
Without warning, the moaning and groaning spirits that surrounded him wrapped their arms around him. They were slowly pulling him lower and lower down to the abyss below. Sirius panicked. He struggled to break free from their deathly hugs. He cannot let them take him down. He wasn’t supposed to die! He wasn’t supposed to go before his time! Harry needed him! Remus needed him! There is so much in the wizarding world he had to do, so many scores to finish, so much in life he hadn’t experienced! This wasn’t fair! He had to get out! He had to leave!
Unhand me, you dead bastards! He thought as he struggled. Get your slimy souls off me! I’m not supposed to be dead! Let go of me! Let go of me!
All of a sudden, an energy he never thought existed burst out of his chest. It sent the moaning spirits screaming and spreading out in every direction. The blow of energy sent him flying out and ramming into a weird, almost soft wall. When he opened his eyes to figure out what’s going on, he found himself staring up at Cornelius Fudge’s underdog’s worried face.
“Hey, Featherworth. Are you alright?”
Featherworth? Who’s Featherworth? He’s Sirius. Sirius Black. Why was he called ‘Featherworth’?
“Featherworth, you look pale. Do you want to see a mediwitch or something?”
Sirius stared at his hands. Those weren’t his hands. His hands were supposed to be coarse and hard, not smooth and pale like this. He looked at the clothes he was wearing. It wasn’t the usual worn black robes and clothes he bought from secondhand shops. It was new, and had the badge of an Auror. He had a nametag sewn on his robe written ‘Kiaran Featherworth’. As he slowly stood up, he realized that he was a head shorter than Cornelius Fudge’s underdog. He used to be the tallest among all the wizards he had come across. Now he felt as if he had shrunken down to size. And to top the weirdness up, his long silky black hair that reached down to his waist had been reduced to a shoulder-length strawberry blonde. The truth hit him like a bullet train.
He had accidentally possessed the strawberry blonde Auror!
“Err…yeah…Yeah, I’m fine,” Sirius pretended to sound casual. “Just getting a little lightheaded, that’s all. Hadn’t gotten much sleep after the last mission.”
“Merlin’s beard, you got me worried there,” the underdog sighed in relief. “And I was thinking maybe this new Auror job had already started taking its toll on you. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah, I’m OK. Just need to freshen up a little,” Sirius replied, surprised at how easily the words flowed out of his mouth. It’s as if he had been this Kiaran Featherworth all his life. “So, are we still in for the drinks?”
“Of course. Meet you at Hog Head tonight.”
Sirius waved goodbye to the underdog before rushing as fast as he could to the men’s room. It was a rather surprise that he could find his way so easily. It was as if the memory of Kiaran Featherworth merged with his. He remembered being Kiaran, yet at the same time he remembered being originally Sirius. Once in the men’s room, he stared at the image reflected on the mirror. He saw a strawberry blonde looking back at him rather awkwardly. He had a little bit of freckles here and there on his cheeks just below the eyes and his hair tied back nicely with a red clasp. He had striking sky-blue eyes and rather petite nose and mouth, almost like a timid schoolboy usually have. He wore an Auror’s uniform and a wand tucked neatly in a pocket inside the robe. Overall, he looked average, like some everyday people who just stepped into the working world of wizardry. He tried to search for Kiaran’s spirit inside that he had unintentionally overtook. It was there, barely detectable, dormant within the depths of his heart. Seemed like it had been knocked out cold and was sleeping as though in hibernation as soon as he invaded him and his body.
“Well, I suppose your body will have to do for now,” Sirius sighed. “I’ll leave as soon as I find some real help, I promise.”
After rinsing his face and taking a few deep breaths, he left the men’s room in search of Albus Dumbledore. He was the only one he could think of that would surely help him with his situation. After all, Albus was the most powerful wizard to date in this century. Surely he can figure out something that would help him with the predicament he’s in. He also wanted to see his two most favourite people in the world, namely Harry and Remus. He missed them more than he thought he was.
“I’m telling you, Albus, that boy has got to go, saviour or not!”
Sirius stopped at his tracks when he heard Albus’s name being mentioned. He turned and saw Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge bickering at each other at an almost lonely corridor. They were speaking in hushed voices and he couldn’t catch most of it. So, trying his luck, he crept closer and hid behind the wall that separated him and the two elders and listened.
“Be reasonable, Cornelius. We need Harry as much as the world does,” Albus begged. He didn’t look like the jolly old geezer he used to be in Hogwarts. Much have changed after Sirius’s death.
“I can’t see why it had to be him to save the world,” Cornelius huffed haughtily. Same old inconsiderate old man who only thought of himself. “He’s been breaking every rule in the book of Hogwarts and seemed to enjoy doing it. When was the last time he actually stayed in school properly and not starting any worldwide catastrophes? This boy is a walking danger zone!”
“But the prophecy stated clearly that it’s Harry who would be the one to defeat Voldemort. After all, Harry did defeat him more than three times, and he is born after July, the seventh month. Who else but Harry Potter to be the one to destroy him? We need Harry, Cornelius. The whole wizarding world is at stake here.”
“I still don’t see why you have to issue immunity for him,” Cornelius grumbled irritably. “He’s been meeting with…well, You-Know-Who since the day he was born and doing very well in the aftermath. What’s immunity going to have any difference on him just because he saw him again and witnessed another death?”
“You have to understand. It’s not just anyone he had seen dead. It’s his godfather, the person that he loved beyond any other family member. You can’t blame him if he gets a nervous breakdown over this. You would too if you saw someone you love die in front of your eyes. He needs the immunity so that he’ll feel comforted that he won’t be further bothered if he makes even the slightest mistake. A person’s death is enough of a blow for him. He doesn’t need anymore.”
“And what good it did him? Using the Prefect’s private bathroom like it’s nobody’s business, smuggling midnight snacks from the kitchen, skipping classes whenever he feels like it, never paying attention in class if he’s there anyway, skipping Quidditch and cheating every time he’s actually in the game, and not to mention his excessive flirtatious behaviour among his peers! He’s scaring away all the male juniors in Hogwarts! And don’t think I don’t know about his late night escapes to goodness knows where. That is as far as I can tolerate, Albus!”
“If we need his help in destroying Lord Voldemort, we have to keep him happy. We need to let him know that he’s still the most important asset in the history of mankind, Cornelius. We have to keep pleasing him if we want him to please the public. We need him, Cornelius. Unless you can find someone else who matches up with his traits, feel free to chase him away.”
Cornelius glared at Albus for a while before sighing and said, “You’re making a big mistake, Albus.”
“Maybe,” Albus smiled in his usual twinkling way. “Then again, maybe not.”
Sirius was at lost of words. Did his death affected Harry that bad? So bad that Harry had turned to some sort of teenage rebel that had to be pleased to be of use to? He felt guilty. He felt as if it was his fault that Harry started to turn against Hogwarts. It was his fault he created a monster out of Harry. He wanted to go up to Albus to tell his tale and fix the situation right but he was called by some Head Auror on a mission. He didn’t want to go, but he didn’t want to create a scene for himself just yet, so he had no choice but to abandon his intentions for now.
After a whole day of pretending to be Kiaran Featherworth and having his drinks as promised with Cornelius’ underdog, he decided to walk home. With a bit of memories he had from the real Kiaran Featherworth, he walked slowly along the road towards where he lived. He planned to leave the body as soon as he reached home and go search for Albus the spirit way. It would be much easier that way.
He hadn’t walked for more than a mile when he saw someone leaning on a wall at the distance, humming a tune. He was wearing a pair of leather pants and a green silk shirt that was unbuttoned to the middle, exposing his bare chest. His body was going pale with cold but he didn’t look the least bit shivering. He had a dark red cloth blindfolded over his eyes and was twitching his head around at the slightest sound he heard. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was Harry Potter. He’d recognize that unkempt hair and that voice even if he’s a thousand miles away from him. He remembered the underdog telling him about a male prostitute who called himself the Blind Lover roaming around the streets of Hogsmeade selling sex, and that he’s recognizable by the dark red blindfold over his eyes. He finally figured out where Harry had been sneaking to every night when even Cornelius Fudge could not. He slowly approached him and held out his hand.
“Isn’t it too late a time for you to be hanging around here, child?”
“A boy has got to keep food on the table now, does he not?” Harry replied him with a Go-away-and-mind-your-own-business tone. Sirius was rather taken aback. How bitter the voice was. This was not the Harry he used to know, but a different Harry that lost all interest in the meaning of life.
“I can make you forget,” Sirius offered as he took his cold hand.
“Only money can make me forget I’ve ever serviced you.”
“There are some things money can’t buy.”
With that, he led him to an inn where he used to hide out and feed on scraps while he was on the run from Azkaban. He paid for a room on the highest floor and slowly led Harry onto the bed. He sat him down and began to undress. When Harry started to undo his own clothes, he stopped him and whispered, “Let me do it for you.”
He threw off his Auror robes and set the shirt and pants aside, leaving only his boxers. He walked over and started unbuttoning Harry’s silk shirt. As he slowly peeled the buttons off one by one, he saw scars all over his body. Some were old and some were fresh, but no doubt painful. Sirius almost flew in a rage seeing the scars on his godson. Curse Voldemort to cause him so much pain! Curse Voldemort to let him go through this slutty business just to forget! Curse Voldemort to kill Harry’s parents, his best friends in the whole wide world! Curse Voldemort to have ever existed in the first place! Curse him a thousand deaths and more!
He reached over and kissed the scars one by one as he undid Harry’s leather pants and underwear. He suckled on Harry’s neck and could hear his trembling exhale. He claimed his lips and fondled with his tongue, doing a sort of dance of smooth passion. Harry kissed him back hungrily. He could tell he was very experienced with this. It made him hate Voldemort even more. Sirius guided Harry’s kisses to be less aggressive and more tender. He broke off a little and gave butterfly pecks on his wanting lips before kissing him deeply again. He felt Harry’s hands reaching over to undo his boxers. He allowed him to. As soon as they were both naked, Sirius pushed him higher up the bed by the armpits and began to lay butterfly kisses on his cheeks, neck and chest. He skillfully suckled and played with his flat nipples with his tongue and heard Harry moan with pleasure, digging his nails softly into his shoulders.
Sirius lowered his position towards Harry’s bellybutton and played tongue games with it, hearing Harry taking sharp intakes of breath. He silenced him a little by putting his fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva from his wet tongue while massaging—more like squeezing—his breasts with the other hand. Harry moaned quietly and suckled at his fingers like a little toddler. Sirius left more lovebites around the child’s bellybutton and kissed the scars that were there. Finally, he removed his wet fingers and entered them into Harry while kissing him deeply. Harry’s cheeks felt warm as blood rushed over that area. The boy was getting more aroused and pleasured. His small length of manhood hardened, screaming bloody ‘Fuck me already’. Sirius smiled silkily as he changed from two fingers to three.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“Just…please…ah…Fuck me…”
“Patience is virtue, child.”
Sirius quietly whispered a lubrication spell on himself. He continued to finger Harry and, while still massaging and leaving lovebites on Harry’s chest, watched him moan and groan and clutching the bed sheets tightly. Through his tiny built and pale skin, Sirius saw that the Harry in front of him was no more. He was no more the Harry whom he witnessed being born and who tugged his hair playfully like a toy every time he came to visit. He was no more the Harry that was innocent and naïve and have the tendency to get himself into misadventures whether he liked it or not. He was no more the Harry that cared for his fellow classmates and worry about the safety of other or panic about the possibilities of failing an exam like every student in Hogwarts. He was the Harry who didn’t give a damn about life anymore. He was the Harry who just wanted to live his own life and forget anything during his past five years in Hogwarts ever happened. He was the Harry who blamed his fate for whatever he had to go through now and wished he was dead, if not the obligation that tied him down to the living. He hated to admit it, but Cornelius was right. Albus wasn’t making any difference issuing immunity to him. In fact, it was a mistake. It’s not helping Harry. It’s killing him.
“Please…please…I want you…in me…”
Sirius broke from his thoughts as he heard Harry begging. He saw wet patches on Harry’s blindfold where his eyes should be and realized he was crying. Sirius’ heart was overwhelmed with pity and sadness. He knew Harry started selling sex not because of the money—he has enough to ensure a non-working life—but because he wanted those feel good orgasm to make him forget his ill-fated purpose in life, but he didn’t know that he was so desperate to forget. Since he had promised him, who was he to deny him?
“Alright, child. Are you ready?”
“Yes…”
Slowly, he entered him. Harry gasped in ecstasy at the feeling of him inside. Sirius smiled and whispered “Relax and I’ll do what I promised. I’ll make you forget” before slowly pulling in and out, thrusting at a steady rhythm. He continued to kiss him lightly here and there and comfort him with kind words. He allowed Harry to caress his back, stroke his hair, kiss his chest, and practically let him do whatever he wants with his body. He even allowed Harry to say “I love you”. He saw the wet patches on Harry’s blindfold getting bigger and more tears trickle down his cheeks when he said those words. He knew he had longed to say those words to someone he truly loved yet have not found, or probably would never find, and letting him say that made him feel so good and complete.
“Please…faster…deeper…”
“Getting to it, child.”
Sirius picked up the pace and plunged deeper into Harry. He knew he needed it, and that’s what he’s going to get, just as he promised. As he felt he had hit something, he could tell from Harry’s high tone of moan that he had hit the sweet spot.
“Want me to do it again, child?”
“Yes…Yes, please…”
So he did. He skillfully thrust deeper, aiming for the sweet spot again and again. Harry moaned and groaned higher and higher and fisted his strawberry blonde hair with both hands. Sirius could tell that he was resisting the urge to pull his hair out of his scalp. He quickly planted a deep kiss in his lips to pacify him. He could taste the saltiness of his tears that got into the corner of his mouth and more was coming. He quickly wiped the incoming tears away with his arms and kissed his forehead, saying that it’s alright to cry and that he was going to be alright. He continued to kiss him as he aimed again for the sweet spot. He reached down and pumped Harry’s already hardened warm cock aligned with his thrusts. Harry’s pleasure had been driven by his sweetness to the far edge of reason. He let out a strangled scream of ecstasy as he came all over Sirius’ abdomen, but not after Sirius let his seed flow into Harry with a loud and long moan of release.
“Are you alright, child?” Sirius asked as he slowly lay beside Harry who was sobbing like a little child all curled up in a fetal position.
“I’m…I’m alright…It’s just that…” Harry couldn’t continue his words. His sobs got so bad he couldn’t stop.
“Just let it all out, child,” Sirius whispered, taking Harry in his arms. “I’m right here with you.”
Harry almost immediately hugged him like his life depended on it and wailed. Sirius stroke his hair and rocked him to and fro, whispering to him comfortingly. In about half an hour’s time, Harry cried himself to sleep in his arms. He waited for a while before removing himself from him. He magically cleaned himself and Harry and got dressed, then left a bag of Sickles on the dressing table. He pulled the covers over Harry’s naked body and planted a kiss on his forehead, saying, “Goodnight, child. I’m sure your life is going to change for the better.”
Sirius quickly left the inn and went straight back to where Kiaran Featherworth lived. He lay on the bed, making himself look as if he dropped off to sleep as soon as he got home, before willing himself out of his host’s body. He took one last look at the out cold Kiaran, then made his way through the window and out into the darkness, thinking, Well, where to next?
-Flashback ends-
He had heard the news about the birth of Harry’s baby boy long before he planned to borrow this body and buy that broom. He was in spirit form back at the Ministry of Magic to check out on his host to see if there were any side effects of him possessing his body. So far, so good. Kiaran Featherworth thought he had too much to drink, which made him forgot anything that had happened during the time he was possessed, but it did leave the young Auror slightly pale and thin and his hair a little duller. He didn’t know why but he somehow couldn’t go anywhere far for too long from the Ministry of Magic. It must be because his spirit sort of had an attachment towards the place due to the fact that he actually died there. Guess trying to go to Hogwarts to search for Albus Dumbledore without the feeling of being dragged back to the Ministry of Magic was definitely out of the question. He could barely even contain the nausea after he came out of Kiaran’s body after his one night stand with Harry. It seemed as if he needed the body to allow him to leave the Ministry building as long as he wanted. Only when he was fully inside was he able to feel better. He wanted to borrow the young Auror’s body again so that he could quickly get to Albus for help, but he was afraid that another possession might make Kiaran sicker. He had been roaming around the building ever since, avoiding people from seeing him and checking out everything inside he never had the chance to when he was alive. He had so much fun living in and getting accustomed with the building that slowly he began to forget why he wanted to see Albus for, and even failed to realize Harry’s disappearance after his batch’s graduation.
That’s when one day, while he was roaming in and out of the walls of the corridor, taking care that no one saw him, he saw Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley coming out of Ron’s office, rushing off as if wanting to leave the building for some joyous party. Ron looked a little distracted but not too much to ignore Hermione’s babble about the Daily Prophet saying that Harry Potter was found in St. Mungo just giving birth to a baby boy. Suddenly, the memory of his one night stand with Harry began shooting back into Sirius’ head like a shot from a bullet. Worries began to flood in of his infidelity even when he promised Remus his faithfulness even in death, and also of his act of pedophile on young Harry. He began to remember why he escaped from the Veil for. He had to do something. He had to figure out a way to get back to the living and make it up to Harry and Remus if the inevitable connection between him and Harry’s son happens.
He had no choice but to possess Kiaran Featherworth’s body once again.
He was in luck. Kiaran was reading the Daily Prophet while walking through the entrance of the building. Sirius took a deep breath and quickly rammed himself into Kiaran’s body. This time, the possession was a little easier. Within 5 seconds, he was Kiaran Featherworth a.k.a. Sirius-Kiaran and he was seen bolting out of the entrance towards the nearest broomstick shop before tagging along behind the crowd of visitors consisting of Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin (a feeling of guilt and love washed through his heart for a moment there), Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape (he growled inwardly at the sight of him). All of them gathered at the entrance of St. Mungo and were going in. Sirius-Kiaran blended in with the group.
“Hello, dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please,” Dumbledore said when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big bear hug.
“I'm just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward.”
Yet everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window with its curtains blowing in the wind.
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