[Harry Potter: A New Breed] CHAPTER 4: The whole truth

DISCLAIMER 1: I don't own Harry Potter and have no direct contact with J.K. Rowling. Details her are based on the Harry Potter Universe but most of them would be adaptations to that. As such, there may not be any accuracy nor precision with what Rowling actually intends for all the characters. In any case, J.K. Rowling is a great author and I wish to do justice to her in this piece.

DISCLAIMER 2: I also don't own CHARMED (R) and some characters may be similar to them, but they are entirely fictional. I don't know the outcome after Season 8, you know.

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Chapter 4: The whole truth

DERRICK’S PERSPECTIVE

Celebrating my birthday with my fellow Gryffindors was a yearly traditioin for me. It was always a happy occasion with lots of pranks and plays. Sometimes Professor Wood would join in the merry-making, but since his appointment as Deputy Headmaster, he’s been quite busy. Luckily Professor Longbottom was all game for the loud music and partying.

However, if there was something more special than all the partying, it was because I’d be able to spend some time with Demi during my birthday. For the past 6 years, it’s always just been me and Gryffindors. Now, I could share this day with my little brother. This is also the day I’m telling him the whole truth.

“Hey Jamie!” I called him after the party’s been heating up.

“Enjoying?” he asked.

“Yeah, but listen,” I said, “I need to go somewhere.”

“Awwh, you ain’t enjoying here babe?” he asked with a pout.

“I am, but I haven’t celebrated a single year with Demi since I came to Hogwarts.” I replied.

“Oh ok..” he said, the obvious finally dawning on him, “You want some quality time with your wittle bubba?”

“Uh huh! So am I allowed to go now dad?” Without waiting for a reply I ran out of the Fat Lady’s portrait

“Go get your little brother and bring him back here!” He shouted at me.

“Nope! I’ll take him to the lake.” I said, “I hope you don’t mind if I share him the special spot.”

“As long as what we do there stays between us two,”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think incest gets me hot!”

-oOo-

DEMI’S PERSPECTIVE

I swear! Professor Dickens would probably be the most inconsiderate Professor of all time. Okay, maybe next to Professor Snape, but a parchment on “Potion-making safety” and another one on “Properties of Sleeping Potion Ingredients” by tomorrow are quite inconsiderate. It doesn’t help that the internet would not be useful since there are no computer and network connections in Hogwarts.

Where to start?

Knock. Knock.

“Come in!” I hollered at the door.

“Hey Demi! Your brother’s outside the dormitory, he’s looking for you!” said Kyle Smith, my best friend.

“Sure, tell him I’d be right there” I replied.

I went to get my sweater and came down to the common room. It’s Derrick’s birthday so I was really looking forward to this day. I waved at my fellow Slytherin as I was passing by. Kyle was at one of the tables so I approached him and said, “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“But we’ve got some essays to finish!” he yelled as I was opening the passage.

“Yeah, and I’ve also got a brother who is celebrating is 17^th birthday today, so I guess, I’m going to have to have to pass making that essay until later.” I yelled back at him.

“Whatever Demi, just don’t copy mine!” he said.

“Sure thing,” I replied.

I’m a lazy bum… who’s arguing?

-oOo-

DERRICK’S PERSPECTIVE

“There you are! Happy Birthday”

I looked at the voice and saw my brother running out of a passage way. I met up with him and hugged a little, “Thanks Demi, this is the first time in a few years I’d be able to spend my birthday with you.”

“Yeah and I missed it,” he replied, “So where are we going?”

“There’s this place near the lake that I’d like to show you.” I said.

“What’s so good about the lake?” he asked while giggling a little bit, “I thought we were partying out at the Gryffindor common room.”

“That could wait until later.” I said, “I need to show you something.”

We walked in silence for a little while, passing by corridors of portraits and stone walls, finally we were at the castle entrance.

“You boys better not be off past curfew” said a Filch as he was patrolling past the doors. I was about to comeback with a funny comment but Demi beat me to it.

“Don’t worry Mr. Filch! We’re just walking across the grounds,” said Demi.

Good going Demi, be nice and all. That ain’t going to work with Filch. He’s just as cold-blooded as a Death Eater and probably too strict to let some kids have fun.

“Oh, then just be back by dinner time, we don’t want you kids getting into trouble.” He replied nicely and left.

What the hell just happened? Never in my entire stay at Hogwarts was Mr. Filch ever nice to me. Once we were out of earshot, I asked Demi, “What happened back there?”

“What do you mean what happened?” replied Demi.

“Well, when did you and Filch become buddies?” I asked again.

“Oh that,” he said, “I don’t know. It was just this morning I guess. I tried to walk out of Binns class since I was bored and he caught me. He told me to follow him to the Headmaster’s office, but I sort of told him that I can’t because I’m having stomach problems and have to go to the Hospital Wing. He bought my excuse and left me at peace.”

“Filch will never buy such an excuse,” I said, “I’m just amazed you can actually persuade someone to let you off the hook.”

“Well I don’t know,” he replied, “If I could persuade Professor Dickens to let me off the essays then I guess that would be amazing.”

That comment set us off a laughing spree. We walked towards the lake catching up on our day’s event. I told him about the surprise party but not the details of me and James adventure at the Room of Requirements. He told me about his full day and how he managed to do the Wingardium Leviosa Charm on his first try.

“I hope I could be as great as you when I get older,” he said.

“Me? Great?” I was stunned.

“Well yeah, you were able to get straight O’s for all your OWLS and you’re the Gryffindor Keeper,” he started, “A record holder at that, remember last year, you didn’t let a single quaffle through?”

“Well that’s not really me.” I said. We were at the lake shore and near James’ and my special place. We walked towards the forests and talked some more.

“What do you mean not really you?” he asked.

“There’s another side to me you don’t really know.” I continued, “That’s why I’m taking you here, to tell you everything.”

As I said that, we came to a clearing in the forest and there it was: a huge tree with small tree house on top. I was a nervous. This is it: the moment of truth.

“Everything?” he said.

“This is a tree house James and I made a few years back, let’s go up.” I said as I urged him to climb the tree. I was a little shaky so it took a while to get my bearings and climb.

“Who knows about this place?” he asked again as we were climbing.

“You, me and James” I said stopping a little to catch my breath.

“So why are you showing it to me?”

“Because you’re also special to me,” I replied as we reached the top.

On top, there was a balcony. The tree house was actually just a wooden floor with some fences around it. There was also a canopy of leaves that serve as the roof. It overlooks toward a beautiful sight. Up there, we were above most of the forest canopy and we could clearly see the lake. James and I usually visit this spot in the evening to watch the stars but at this hour, the sky was crimson as the sun was starting to set. It was beautiful the rays of the sun shining at the pristine waters of the lake, just as the cold breeze create small waves that result a tranquil movement. But unlike most days, this view didn’t relax me one bit. I was still nervous. Here I was with my brother and I was about to tell him that I’m the greatest disappointment in the whole Halliwell blood line.

He broke the momentary silence “So is that everything?”

“Well, no…” I continued, “You see, James and I, were not really best friends.”

“Oh that, I already figured it out,” he said breaking my train of thought and completely obliterating my prepared script.

“WHAT?!” it was my turn to ask questions.

“I mean, I already know that you and James are a couple.” He said.

“Since when?” I asked again getting freaked out.

“Just now,” he said then he pointed towards one of the branches at the center of the tree.

And there, out in the open was the only evidence of my relationship with James. Engraved in the tree was the following inscription, inside a heart:

A love that will last forever,

beyond space and time.

D & J

“Oh shit!” was the only thing I could say.

-oOo-

DEMI’S PERSPECTIVE

I already had a hunch three years ago. It was all James that came out of his mouth during the summer break. I thought I was losing my brother. We would play when he’s not in school and he spends a lot of time with me and our pets, but he seems a little bit distant these past few years. I knew he was keeping something. Then there was the Christmas dinner when all he was saying was “James was like this” and “James was like that”. Finally, today, he takes me here: at their tree house.

“Hey!” I yelled.

“I don’t really know what to say,” he said. “I mean, I prepared this whole script of coming out to you, and well, you just found out like that.”

“Don’t worry Derrick,” I said, “It doesn’t really matter. You’re still my big brother.”

I approached him and hugged him. I really missed my big brother. It was as if I found him again.

“I’m sorry for being a disappointment” he said.

“Disappointment?” I asked as I broke our hug, “If you call yourself a disappointment then what do we call Shanna Boggins?” Shanna was a Hufflepuff who couldn’t even mix a simple potion, couldn’t do a decent charm without blowing the place, and she’s supposed to be in fifth year.

“Well, I wouldn’t be able to marry and carry the Halliwell blood line seeing that I’m in love with a guy.” He said.

“What’s a disappointment in that?” I said, “You’re in love with one of the greatest guys in the planet. Isn’t that supposed to be what matters?”

He was quiet probably deep in thought. He may be my older brother but he kicks himself too much to appreciate all the great things he’s done and the great person that he is. And I’m supposed to be this 11 year-old brat he has for a brother.

“You’re right.” He said.

The sun has completely set and it was getting a little bit dark for my taste. The moon was hanging in the sky to the east, then I said, “Let’s go back to the castle. I still have that essay to finish.”

“Sure, but instead of walking let’s do this.” He grabbed me as he said, “I wish to go back to the castle.”

We were engulfed in bright white and bluish lights and I felt this weird thing in my guts like I was about to throw up. The next thing I know we were at the gates of Hogwarts Castle.

"Wicked!"

~o~O~o~

Thanks for bearing with me.. It's quite short, but I hope you enjoyed it...

[updates]

Apologies for everyone.

I haven't got the time to write Chapter 4 because of School and Work. I'll try to brainstorm as much as I can, but I guess the literary muse has not made an appearance in recent times...

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[Harry Potter: A New Breed] CHAPTER 3: A Surprise

DISCLAIMER 1: I don't own Harry Potter and have no direct contact with J.K. Rowling. Details her are based on the Harry Potter Universe but most of them would be adaptations to that. As such, there may not be any accuracy nor precision with what Rowling actually intends for all the characters. In any case, J.K. Rowling is a great author and I wish to do justice to her in this piece.

DISCLAIMER 2: I also don't own CHARMED (R) and some characters may be similar to them, but they are entirely fictional. I don't know the outcome after Season 8, you know.

DISCLAIMER 3:The story contains love between the two persons of the same sex. If you're bothered by that and it's not legal to view sites like that where you live.. Please click on the Address bar and type: http://blackle.com (you save energy too!)

Chapter 3: A Surprise

JAMES’S PERSPECTIVE

Red and gold tapestry? It really doesn’t suit Derrick but it will do. Fireplace is lit and everyone’s in position. Hmm what else is left to do?

“Everyone ready?” I asked looking around. There was the cake, the poppers, and all the gifts ready. The great armchair was also vacated for the Birthday boy. I skipped Quidditch practice, telling our captain and Beater, Jason Greeley that I was sort of “sick”. He knew what I was planning this afternoon so he let me off.

“Ok guys? Derrick will be coming in from Quidditch practice in Three… Two… One…”

Just then the portrait of the fat lady opened and –

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” shouted everyone.

Professor Longbottom looked gloomy and stumped. He was surprised too.

“Oh! I must have entered the wrong room…” he commented. Everyone was embarrassed with the mistake and shut up. However, Professor Longbottom’s face didn’t light up.

“I’m afraid we have to cut your party short,” he said, “Mr. Halliwell’s at the hospital wing.”

The room became quiet and everyone was indeed shocked. I’m shocked as hell. Derrick was in the hospital wing. What the bloody hell happened to him? I knew I had to go to the hospital wing right now. I could feel my eyes welling up as tear drops starts to fall. I know that it isn’t very manly and given the fact that we’re not out will probably jeopardize our whole relationship. I ran up to the door, I heard Professor Longbottom call me back, but I need to go there, to be where Derrick is. But before I could get through the door, I bumped into someone who was coming in.

“Hey James, I thought the party would have started by now?” Jason said.

“Hey James! Why the sad look on your face?” asked Al, who also came through the door.

“Derrick’s in the hospital wing. Professor Longbottom said he had an accident during the Quidditch practice.” I said, wanting to get past them as fast as possible but the passage was blocked with our other team mates.

“Now hold on James. We were with him the whole time and the closest thing to an accident that he got was getting hit by the Quaffle when Annicka was passing it to Sean.” Jason said.

“What?” I asked, confused. I thought? Why would Professor Longbottom lie? I looked back at Professor Longbottom angrily.

He snapped his finger and with a swirl of white and blue sparks, he transformed to Derrick Halliwell.

I can’t take this anymore, I shouted at him, “You friggin’ lunatic! You got me all worried.”

Another uncomfortable silence ensued. I stared at him, he stared back. Those green eyes piercing mine until finally I couldn’t hold it much longer.

The room erupted with the laughter of two men. I didn’t know what happened next because I was laughing my ass for a good deal of time. I remembered people laughing as we did and then the party started. Poppers popped a way and there was the birthday cake. Al brought it to Derrick and said, “Make a wish Derrick.”

-oOo-

DERRICK’S PERSPECTIVE

It’s my 17^th birthday today. Yeah, I’m technically legal in magical terms. However the birthday surprise came out earlier this morning.

I wake up really early on my birthday I don’t know why. When I woke up though, there were bluish white sparks floating around the room. It was still early, probably around half past four. I didn’t know if these things were James’ birthday surprise and I really didn’t know what to do with them. I was sort of scared because it was filling up the room and I really don’t want to wake the others up so I wished them to disappear and they just died down.

Then I got up to shower. When I was looking myself at the mirror I was thinking about transfiguration class and that I’d like to be able to transform like Professor Hetchanova. So I thought about a possible secret identity I’d take up if I was an Auror. I thought that I had black hair and generally an Asian look, something like a ninja’s you see in movies and then the next thing I know was being engulfed in a swirl of bluish white sparks. After that, I looked at myself in the mirror… I’m a ninja, costume and all.

It sort of freaked me out. So I desperately wished to just be myself. I was again engulfed in a swirl of bluish white sparks and transformed back to my self.

Weird…

Scary…

Exciting!

I tried other look in the showers. I wanted to look like Albus Dumbledore and I did transform to him. I was amazed at the exactness of the features. And when I said transform, I mean it. Haha, you’ll never guess how I found out. Anyway, others were stirring from their sleep so I changed back to my original self. I went back in to get dressed as all of them were coming out to shower. They all greeted me a Happy Birthday and I thanked them. I went back to the dormitories and as usual, James, the sleepy head, is still in dream land. I pounced on him in bed and shook him up. He woke up slowly and just greeted me.

“Good Morning Derrick! Happy Birthday! You know I love you right?”

“Good morning James!” I said back, “and uh... Thanks. I already knew that too. You won’t believe what happened to me today.”

It was just us in the room, and the others just left so I knew we had a couple of minutes of privacy. I proceeded to tell him what happened this morning with me.

“Wicked!”

That’s all he said.

“I don’t really understand any bit of this thing but I just think it’s wonderful.” I said.

“It’s like you’re a late-bloomer Metamorphmagus.” He said.

“Yeah,” and we laughed.

“However there seems to be some limitation.” I commented and he was silent so I continued, “Remember, Teddy can transform some parts of himself into animals? Like a pig’s snout and rabbit ears, but still maintain everything else human?”

He just nooded.

“I don’t think I could do that.” I said.

“So what else can you do?” he asked.

“I don’t know. But I would sure love to explore. If only I could find my wand” I said while swishing my hand like I had my wand, and suddenly another weird thing happened. Bluish white sparks appeared in my hand and my wand materialized.

“Woah!” James and I said together.

“What the hell was that?” James asked.

“I don’t know. It feels weird it’s as if I have this weird summoning magic too.” I said, “Let’s try again.”

“I wish I had your dad’s invisibility cloak right now.”

And then bluish white sparks appeared again in my hand and there it was: the cloak materializing in my grasp.

“Wow! I don’t know what to say Derrick.” James said in awe, “I didn’t have those abilities when I turned 17. You must have a very generous fairy godmother.”

“I’ll show you fairy god mother!!” I said tackling him to the floor tickling him. He laughed hard and I got so carried away that he was already crying in laughter.

“Stop Derrick! Stop!” he said in between fits of laughter. I stopped and he stood up.

“That was a good Happy Birthday morning ain’t it?” he said.

“Yeah, I just wished we had more privacy. I want us to be in a room with no disturbance.” I said as I was holding him. Just then, as if nothing’s been happening already, both of us were surrounded by bluish white light and the next thing I know, we were at a familiar hallway in the seventh floor.

“What the bloody hell just happened, Derrick?” Jason asked, he was quite red too. Who wouldn’t be? We were in a corridor and he was just in his underwear.

“I don’t know. Did we apparate?” I asked, I knew it was a dumb question. We can’t apparate or disapparate in Hogwarts.

“Umm... You never listen to Professor Binns, do you?” he said, “You can’t apparate inside Hogwarts.”

“Then what happened to us?” I asked.

“I don’t know…” he answered, “All I know is that I’m in this bloody hallway with nothing on but underwear. Quite uncomfortable don’t you think?”

I paused and looked at him head to toe, he looked sexy and irresistible. I saw a smirk starting to form from his lips, and mine was doing the same.

“Well, I’d like to get more comfortable if you know what I mean.” He said.

We laughed again. We’re quite a funny duo/couple. Just then, a door appeared in front of us. We were just outside the Room of Requirements, so, this is where my powers brought us.

“Do you think that room has all our needs?” he asked.

“Well, since my powers brought us here, I hope it has everything we need.” I said, smiling an evil smile.

“Oh… now who’s the little sex monkey?” he joked.

“Come on!” I tugged at him.

We opened the door and disappeared inside the Room of Requirements.

-oOo-

JAMES’S PERSPECTIVE

Never in a million years would I imagine myself to be in such a romantic experience.

I entered the Room of Requirements fully expecting it to be a shagging place: Small bed with clean sheets, a side desk with all the things we needed like lube, condoms and the like. But it was nothing like that.

There was music that can be heard from a distance. It was coming from some form of string instrument. They were playing such a lovely melody. The only thing we can see was a candle in the middle of the room. It was a small white candle with bluish white flames.

“Would you like to dance Derrick?” I asked him.

“Yes.” He said meekly, each of us looking deeply at each other’s eyes. It was so dark that the only thing we could see was each other’s eyes, reflecting the whitish glow of the single candle.

We went near the candle and I took his hand placed it in my waist and I wrapped my arms over his shoulders. We swayed to the music. It was a sweet sound and the most spectacular experience I’ve ever had. I leaned towards him and he leaned towards me. Before I knew it, we were nose to nose.

“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had in my life,” he whispered.

“Is it because of the romantic place?” I asked.

“No.” he said, “Because I’m spending this waking moment with you.”

That was it. I hugged him tightly. I knew my eyes were overflowing with tears. He hugged me back. That moment, bluish white sparks appeared one by one. Each of them glowing and moving all around until it drifted up towards the endless darkness above. It was as if fireflies were dancing around with us. Just then the music stopped and so did the moving sparks.

We moved apart a bit, still keeping our hands to each other. Then the music starts again.

“Oh my god!” he suddenly said.

“What?” I asked, quite surprised, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, babe,” he replied, “It’s just, this music… This is a muggle song.”

“What’s it called?” I asked. I started listening more intently, it was a beautiful piece and the violin matched the melody.

Then he started singing, “The strands in your eyes…”

EDWIN McCAIN’S “I’LL BE”

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

I was moved by the song he was singing. All that time, we were trapped in each others arms but I felt safe. He continued…

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive -- not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

I’m usually not a cry baby but I can’t help but feel so loved by him, that tears were just dripping on my cheeks. They were happy tears. Here I am, hoping to give him the best birthday present, yet he never ceases to amaze me. That boy is one of a kind. He’s given me everything: heart and soul. Then just as I thought there were no more surprises, I felt my foot stepping on nothing but air. We were being lifted by some unknown force…

And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I've fought my way back from the dead.
I've tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said

We were moving with the sparks.

Swirling.

Dancing.

Flying.

So, this is love. More sparks appeared and illuminated the room. It was bright and it’s as if I was in the sky in midday, only it’s a warm and calming glow and not sunlight that scorches your skin. It was soothing and I loved him more and more.

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your...

I hope this moment would never end. The sparks started to slow down as we were brought down to the ground.

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

Then to our amazement, lying at the center of the glowing room, a queen-sized canopy bed. The fabric covering it was a combination of pristine white and very light blue. There were lilacs and rose petals covering the floor. It was paradise.

The greatest fan of your life.
...greatest fan of your life.

“I love you, James Sirius Potter.” He said

“I love you too, Derrick Halliwell.”

In the midst of all the emotions, of bottled up longings, I held his face in my hands. Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head towards mine. I met him halfway. Our lips touched and it was pure joy. My heart leapt to the sky. Our lips parted and I felt his tongue explore my willing mouth, then it was my turn. It was like that for a few minutes: an expression of deep love.

The sparks dimmed as we went to the bed and became one, at last.

-oOo-

DERRICK’S PERSPECTIVE

We never broke our kiss as we climbed to bed. Then I got on top of him as he laid his back on the soft white mattress.

We stopped to catch our breaths and I can hear his deep intake of air as I know he can hear mine. My heart was pounding pretty fast and I could feel the same for him. I broke the silence.

“We never get tired of kissing, do we James?” I teased him.

“You little sex monkey!” he teased back.

“Little?” I asked. I know I’m not little and it’s starting to show.

“Let’s get you out of those inappropriate clothes.” He said.

I then realized that I was still fully dressed as I last remember with my cock tenting the robes and pants. He on the other hand was just in his boxers with an obvious hard on.

“Do the honors…” I said.

Without further ado, he flipped me in bed. He was now on top and I’m on my back. He worked off my shirt and started licking on my neck. While he was doing that, he was unbuckling my belt and removed my pants and boxers in one swift move. My 6-inch dick was finally free. It was poking his smooth body but he paid no attention. He threw away his own clothing and I could feel his 6 and a half inch tool, thrusting into my thighs as he smothered my neck with love. That was heaven.

“James that feels so good.” I whispered.

“I know Derrick, but this is just the icing on the cake.” He said and then he went downwards. Before I knew it, he was sucking on my nipples.

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed. I jerked a little bit from the sensation.

“You’re liking it I see?” he teased as he moved from one nipple to the other…

“Yeah, James… I love it.” I answered. He was licking it and sucking it. Then he sort of bit it, but it felt really good. I think I was about to cum without him touching me. As if on cue he stopped. He leaned back. He got up and sat on my abdomen and leaned back down. He kissed me so passionately that I almost forgot I was alive.

But it didn’t last as long as before, he stopped and whispered something I will never forget ever,

“I want to give you my all.” He said.

“Are you sure about this James?” I asked for reassurance.

He kissed my nose and told me, “You’re the best thing that happened to my life, and if there’s one person I trust and love the most, it would be you. The best way I could show that is for you to be my man, take the best thing I could offer, and make love to me.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was happy and I felt loved.

“I couldn’t even put to words what I feel right now,” I started, “All I know is that you’re also the best thing that happened in my life and I’m willing to be your man, I hope you’ll be mine too.”

Nothing more was said. We kissed again, but after a few moments, he went down on my cock. He licked it first the kissed it all around. Oh my God, I was panting like a crazy dog. The feeling was intense. Then he took my balls and engulfed them in his mouth. He tickled them inside it with his mouth and more of the pleasure was building up.

“Oh…” I moaned.

He then went back at my cock. He first licked the exposed head then sucked on it. I think I would die with all the things he’s making me feel right now. It was so good. He slowly took in more of me. He bobbed his head up and then down, each thrust engulfing more. It was sending a lot of stimulations to my brain.

Pleasure.

Love.

Then he finally took in everything in his mouth. I could feel his hot wet mouth in my pubic area. He was breathing hard and it was tickling me. I jerked a little but he didn’t moved. He sucked my cock for a few minutes, each time, taking the full length back up his throat. It was hot and I love it.

“Oh God James…” I moaned some more.

Then he stopped. He stood up and told me, “I think this baby’s ready.”

“Are you?” I asked.

“Never ever been…” he answered. HE then went down again and kissed me. I really never get tired of kissing him. It was like the most enjoyable thing in the world, until I felt the next thing he did.

While he was kissing me, he positioned his ass above my dick. Then I felt his hole touch the head of my tool. He didn’t even stop kissing me. He was rubbing my dick with his butt checks and it was dripping pre-cum. I was wet and ready and I know he was too. We continued on our tongue exhibition as he lowered that waiting hole into my cock.

I’ve read before that it would take a deal great of pain to get a dick up your ass but it would also involve a lot of pleasure. But as I was kissing James and him lowering it, I never felt him tense up.

“I’m taking you in,” he told me.

Then without warning, he started lowering his love chute in my dick. I felt a little resistance but it immediately dissolved to a tight and hot environment.

“Oh god James!” I moaned, “It feels so good.”

“Derrick,” he said, taking deep breaths, “It ain’t started yet…”

He continued to lower himself as inch by inch my love tool disappeared into the depths of his being. A little while more, I could feel his ass cheeks touching my pubes.

“I’m all yours buddy.”

“James… I love you.”

[Harry Potter: A New Breed] CHAPTER 2: First Days

DISCLAIMER 1: I don't own Harry Potter and have no direct contact with J.K. Rowling. Details her are based on the Harry Potter Universe but most of them would be adaptations to that. As such, there may not be any accuracy nor precision with what Rowling actually intends for all the characters. In any case, J.K. Rowling is a great author and I wish to do justice to her in this piece.

DISCLAIMER 2: I also don't own CHARMED (R) and some characters may be similar to them, but they are entirely fictional. I don't know the outcome after Season 8, you know.

DISCLAIMER 3:The story contains love between the two persons of the same sex. If you're bothered by that and it's not legal to view sites like that where you live.. Please click on the Address bar and type: http://blackle.com (you save energy too!)

Chapter 2: First Days

DERRICK’S PERSPECTIVE

I was awakened by the bright morning sun shining through Gryffindor tower. It’s the first day of classes. I got up and threw on a pair of pajama pants.

I went up to Jamie’s bed and shook him awake, “Rise and shine Jamie, it’s morning!”

“Huh?” Jamie mumbled in his state of half-sleep.

“It’s already morning and it’s the first day of classes!” I said.

“Yeah, I know, but classes doesn’t start until about 9 in the morning,” replied Jamie trying to go back to sleep.

“Well you better get your ass off the bed, it’s already quarter past 8!” I said.

“Bloodyhell! Really?” he exclaimed as he shot up right out of bed, “Why didn’t you say that immediately?”

I just chuckled.

“Oh come on Derrick, you know it usually takes me an hour to get ready for school?” he sat up, fixing his things: quills, parchments and books.

We fixed our stuff and got in the showers. Since it was in the middle of the morning, a lot of people were already there. We had to wait in line for a good 10 minutes, but soon got going. After the quick shower, we went back to the rooms and got dressed for the day.

“Where’s Demi?” he asked me.

“He’s in Slytherin remember?” I said. I still can’t get over the fact that the Sorting Hat placed Demi in Slytherin. I mean I only know of few siblings sorted in different Houses so I guess, he really chose to be a Slytherin. Why? I don’t know. I might need to ask him.

“Oh yeah! Anyway let’s get some food in our stomachs. I’m late for Herbology.” Jamie said.

“Yeah. I guess, I’m going to Care of Magical Creatures.” I replied.

-oOo-

“Good Morning everyone!” said a lanky woman. If there was a blond snow white, I guess that would be her. She had blond hair and very fair skin. Pink lips and strawberry ear-rings accentuate her pretty face. But I know she’s more than that. Anyone who’s been around the world and saw the different beauty it beholds is more than that.

“My name is Luna Lovegood,” she said, “I’m going to be replacing Professor Rubeus Hagrid for the year while he visits Madame Maxime in France.”

Everyone was silent. She spoke with such charisma that everyone was listening. It’s as if, she placed an anti-ADD charm, if ever there was one.

“Since you are taking a lot of classes that are needed to go into a carreer of being an Auror, Professor McGonagall allowed me to expose you to a lot of different creatures.” She paused for a while, and then continued, “Our line up for this year will be very simple: Dangerous Beasts.”

Everybody was stunned.

“We’re talking about Level 4 to Level 5 Beasts as stipulated in the classification schemes of the Ministry of Magic.” She continued, “As such, we will be studying in detail, Winged Horses, Unicorns, Phoenixes which are quite useful but very rare species. We will also be looking at Trolls, Dragons, Nundu, Occamy and Dementors which are all dangerous. Any questions?”

There were about 20 students in this NEWT-level course and I think, there would be less of them after her speech. Dumb luck, I love these creatures. I was just hesitant because of safety issues.

“Are we going to really glance at live Nundu’s?” I asked, “I’ve read that their breath is poisonous and can wipe out whole villages.”

“All you said is true Mr. Halliwell, 10 points for Gryffindor,” she relied, “There will be some creatures that will allow us to go and frolic with them like unicorns, winged horses, phoenixes, and some dragons without advanced magical artifacts. However there are some creatures which we cannot handle by spells and thus the need to cage it magically.”

She then proceeded to take something off here pouch bag and recovered white crystals, “These are magical crystals used to create a magical cage. The cage is similar to a very powerful shield charm and will not let anything through it, magic or matter. We will use these in our excursions to the wild. Note that before such things happen, I will ask Professor Richards and Professor Wood to perfect your Protego Totalum charms as a matter of extra protection. Furthermore, we will ask NEWT-level Herbology students together with Professor Longbottom, Professor Dickens and Madame Pomfrey to mix us all the antidotes needed if there are any. Any other questions?”

I asked another question, “What if we die in the process?”

She smiled at me before saying, “I would have been dead by your feet before you do.”

-oOo-

JAMIE’S PERSPECTIVE

Herbology was good. We’re learning quite a few things about dangerous plants this fall and then next spring is all about healing plants. I got up to the Transfiguration classroom just before the signal for the next class to begin came. I’m having this class with Derrick. Professor Hetchanova is Professor McGonagall’s niece and she’s a fine woman teaching this class. She’s both an Animagus and a Metamorphmagus, a rare gift if you ask me. There are only a couple of Animagi that I know, and none of them are Metamorphmagi. She usually supports blue-colored locks, dark brown skin and black eyes. She’s as cunning as a cat and swift as a hawk. I think she’s also the only multi-animagi alive. I know it defies all the Animagus Laws but she can turn into two animal forms: a cat and a hawk. As to how she does it, I don’t know.

Dad said Teddy’s mom Nymphadora was a Metamorphmagus but she died in the Battle of Hogwarts 24 years back. Teddy’s also another Metamorphmagus like his mom, and he’s currently working on being an Animagus.

Derrick arrived just before Professor Hetchanova started talking so we didn’t get to greet each other. Instead, he just slipped beside me.

“This is NEWT-level Transfiguration, class” she said, “As such I do not expect all of you to perform these spells as well as another student. The mode of instruction will basically be one-on-one.”

She paused for a bit.

“Last year, we learned about standard spells of for Concealment and Disguise such as changing hair color by wand,” she said, “This year it’s all about transformation of one’s self – WANDLESS.”

She then transformed to a white-haired woman, with very fair and flawless skin. Her robes changed to a shiny silver color which then transformed into something like a fitted spandex suit, and all that isn’t shining is her dull gray eyes. She then spoke up in an eerie voice, similar to a seer but instead of a tone of threat, there was calm, but still scary:

“Now you may think that as a Metamorphmagus, I can do this easily on myself, but as you have noticed there are Wandless and non-verbal spells of change which involves the transformation of clothes. All of this you will try to learn, in this course.”

She reverted back to her usual self and clothes. She asked us to stand up. We did and with a swoop of her hand, she moved all the desks and chairs at the sides of the room.

“Let us begin. Fabrico Colorus!”

-oOo-

SCORPIUS’S PERSPECTIVE

After a year of not having a Potter in any of my classes, I never thought I would I would live to see another class with him. As much as my family owes a lot of gratitude to his Dad, I never could imagine myself scheming with the enemy. But are we really enemies? It’s not as if we go out of our way to torment each other. We’ve actually managed to have a peaceful coexistence for the last 6 years.

Now that Weasley girl’s another story. I know I’ve been quite gifted with magic, but that girl not only has talent, she’s also skillful and smart about using it. I think I like her miles better than a thousand Potters combined. The only problem with that is she’s a Weasley, “Blood traitors” in my father’s eyes. Add the fact that she’s Potter’s cousin. I wouldn’t get a single date if I asked her out. Tough luck? Yeah maybe, but I’ve seen her quite a lot of times, she’s in a lot of my classes too.

“Scorpius!” someone called me. I turned around and saw one of my best friends: Rose Weasley.

“Rose, hey!” I said. Ok, I got you right? We got to know each other back in first year where we competed for top marks in all classes. As usual, she outshines me in everything, but I’m a close second. Thankfully, my dad didn’t whip me for that. I mean, her mom, Hermione Granger also kicks my dad’s ass during their stay in Hogwarts.

I’d usually see her hang out in the library where I also spend a lot of time reading books, just as I do. However, she also has time for Quidditch. She plays with her brother and cousins on weekends. We took the same optional courses so in the end, I built up some courage to ask her to be my study partner. Much to my amazement, she readily agreed saying that with our combined talent, we could do even better. So there, we got to hang out a lot in the library and we usually study together, not snog mind you.

“So where are you off to?” she asked me.

“You know where… the Library of course!” I answered.

“Oh come on, you book worm, the day is beautiful! Let’s eat out with James and the rest!” she invited.

“Umm, we talked about this right?” I answered, “As much as I don’t have anything against your cousin, I just don’t think we’d get along well. Remember the last time I tried to sit with you? He almost did that Bat-Bogey hex to me.”

“I still don’t get it why you don’t get along with him,” she commented, “I mean, we know our parents were quite bitter rivals in school, but It’s not as if we have to be like them right?”

“Yeah I know… I guess I should try again, but not now ok?” I said

“Sure, we’ll work on it this term!” she replied.

She’s probably the sweetest person in the world. She tends to look at things objectively and maturely that I can’t believe at times that she’s Potter’s cousin. Ok enough of that bashing stuff. I told her I’d do better. Sigh. If only I could build enough courage to ask her out to Hogsmeade or something.

“I got an idea! Why don’t we eat at the lake beach? We’ll bring a lot of stuff in case one of your cousin or your brother wants to go with us…” I said.

“That’s a great idea! You’re not a hopeless case after all, Malfoy!” she teased me.

“Who said I was hopeless? I’m just complicated…” I retorted, “But you, dear best friend, is a real slack in the sociability department!”

“What? I dated two guys last year!” she returned, “Well ok, I don’t really call that a date. They just bought me butterbeer and a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans. And do remember that I wasn’t as cooped up in the Library as I was four years ago.”

We laughed.

“Yeah…” I said. If only Rose… If only.

-oOo-

DERRICK’S PERSPECTIVE

“Demi!” I shouted to my brother. He looked to my direction and saw me. He smiled and walked towards our table. He sat down with me, James, Al, Hugo and Lily. Al and Lily were James’ siblings and Hugo was their cousin.

“Hey Derrick!” he said, “You won’t believe this, I got 10 points for being able to perform the Wingardium Leviosa charm!”

“Good for you Demi!” I congratulated him, “So wait, I’ll introduce you”

I waited a moment and said, “Guys this is Demi Halliwell, my brother.”

I then pointed to James, “This is James Sirius Potter, best friend extraordinaire!”

“Hey Little guy! I’ve heard so much about you!” James said.

“Oh, you must be that guy that seduced my brother to do all the mean stuff that got him into trouble!” Demi replied.

“Hey! That’s not fair!! He perpetrated half of it!” James retorted and we all end up laughing.

“This here,” I said while pointing to a red-hed boy, “is Hugo Weasley, cousin of James.”

“I see, Hi Hugo!” said Demi.

Hugo tried to speak up but choked a little because he had so much in his mouth. We ended up laughing some more.

“This here, is Albus Severus Potter, we cal him Al” I said pointing to Al, a dark-haired boy with the greenest eyes in the group. Everyone knew he got that from his father.

“Last but not the least, is Lily Guinevere Potter”

Lily stood up and did a little curtsy.

She was sporting wavy dark brown hair which matched her dark brown eyes, “Oh, it’s been good to meet you Demi, but I’m afraid I have to go. I’m meeting David Gromer and Nancy Hawkins before Transfigurations, see ya brothers!”

She took her belongings and proceeded to exit the Great Hall.

“So Demi, tell me more about your first day.” I asked.

“Well it was just like the usual first day jitters. I went to Professor Dickens’ Potions class and I forgot the Potion set we bought, I thought I was a goner but one of my housemates, Kyle Smith, gave me some of the ingredients we needed.”

“That’s good.” I replied. Then James interjected, “Did he tell you about, There is little wand-waving here speech?”

Demi replied “Ah yes, is that one that goes…”

Then all of the upper years recited:

“I can teach you to bewitch the mind, ensnare the senses, bottle fame, brew glory and stopper death!”

Then all of us erupted in laughter. Suddenly Hugo spoke up, “But I don’t think that’s an original piece. I told Dad that and he said his Potions Professor used the same introduction.”

Suddenly everyone fell quiet and looked at Al.

“Why are you all lookin’ at me?” he asked.

“Well little brother, let’s just say your namesake was the proponent of that speech.” James said.

“Really?” he asked, “I never asked Dad about that.”

“Oh he doesn’t talk about it much,” said James, “Hugo told me that in his first year. Uncle Ron said that he was ready to piss in his pants because Professor Snape terrorized them that day.”

We laughed a little, but got serious again.

“But I thought he was Dad’s favorite professor after Dumbledore?”

We all looked stunned and then laughed so hard everyone looked at us as if we’d need to be admitted to St. Mungo’s. Mr. Filch had to march down towards us to silence us, that old git, he doesn’t know when to have a good time.

“He was a loving man and the bravest we could ever know Al.” I said becoming a little more serious, “Although the ways he showed it to your Dad, Mum and the rest of the world was different.”

“He had a certain dislike for a specific bunch of Gryffindors and he gave them an awfully hard time while in school,” said James, “However, after everything’s been said and done, no one can argue that he risked his life for one person, and that one person saved everyone from, how should we say this Hugo, ‘mortal peril’?”

“Yep… That’s what Grandma told me,” he said, “we had that weird clock at home, remember that Al?”

Al nodded, listening intently to what Hugo was saying.

“Back in the second rising of You-Know-Who, and it pointed to ‘mortal peril’ all the time back then.”

Then Al asked, “So how did he become brave?”

“That’s a story for another lunch period Al!” said James, “Right now, we have to rush to our afternoon classes.”

Taking in James’s cue, everyone got their book bags and stood up. We walked towards the entrance of the Great Hall, but lagging behind a bit. I know I need to ask Demi the question I’ve been dying to ask.

“Hey Demi, wait up!” I called him, “James, you guys go ahead I need to talk to Demi a bit.”

They all left for their classes and it was just Demi and me in the hallway.

“What is it Derrick?” he asked.

“I still can’t believe what happened at the Sorting ceremony last night.” I started.

“You don’t need to worry Derrick,” He said, “I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in Slytherin.”

“But why?” I asked, “I don’t take it against you but weren’t you happy being with me at the same house.”

“That would be ok too, but where’s the fun in that?” he said.

“Fun?” for the first time, I didn’t laugh at the mention of that word. I’m really getting worried about Demi.

“We’ll I just wanted some space you know.” He ranted, “I want to explore a bit, I mean, I could always count on you to be there for me, but I also want a taste of being on my own for once.”

“Oh…” I said, “But once you’re sorted, you can’t be re-sorted, you know that right?”

“Yeah, don’t worry big brother,” he comforted me and smiled, “I can do this!”

I smiled back at him, half meaning it. I’m still confused little brother… I’m still confused.

[Harry Potter: A New Breed] CHAPTER 1: A Reunion of Lovers

DISCLAIMER 1: I don't own Harry Potter and have no direct contact with J.K. Rowling. Details her are based on the Harry Potter Universe but most of them would be adaptations to that. As such, there may not be any accuracy nor precision with what Rowling actually intends for all the characters. In any case, J.K. Rowling is a great author and I wish to do justice to her in this piece.

DISCLAIMER 2: I also don't own CHARMED (R) and some characters may be similar to them, but they are entirely fictional. I don't know the outcome after Season 8, you know.

DISCLAIMER 3:The story contains love between the two persons of the same sex. If you're bothered by that and it's not legal to view sites like that where you live.. Please click on the Address bar and type: http://blackle.com (you save energy too!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I changed a few names from the original manuscript because of possible violation of intellectual property rights. So there. This is a newer version of Chapter 1: A Reunion of Lovers

Chapter 1: Reunion of Lovers

DERRICK’S PERSPECTIVE

“Umpf!”

Ouch, what’s that?

I tried to open his eyes and I saw darkness.

Where am I?

I tried to touch around then I realized something. I fell in my sleep and this darkness above me were the sheets and blankets.

Oh well, might as well get up.

Then it hit me. The sun’s rays enveloped my vision and I saw it. The beautiful morning smiles at me as my eyes adjust to the grandeur of the view: Green slopes and tall trees at a distance, a clear stream not far from the house and different colored birds perched on my window sill.

“Good morning Derrick!” I said to myself.

I looked around for my robes after suiting up in my underwear. I went out of my room and down the stairs.

“Good morning, dear!” greeted a very cheerful voice.

“Good morning, mom!” I answered, “Where’s Dad and Demi?”

“Dad’s tending to the chickens and Demi’s walking Artemis” she replied.

Artemis is our dog. She’s a black Labrador and she usually needs her morning walk. Demi is my younger brother and he and I are best buds. I’m 16 right now, but will be 17 in a few days, September 5^th to be exact. Demi just turned 11. We both have brown hair and smooth fair skin. We look so much alike, except that I’m more built due to long hours of Quidditch practice. Oh and while he has dad’s gray eyes, I have my mom’s green eyes. He’s more of the bookish type but we enjoy a game once in a while. He’s starting Hogwarts this year, and well, today we set off to King’s Cross station to his first ride in the Hogwarts express and my 7th.

“I bet he couldn’t sleep last night, mom,” I said.

“Well let’s hope he gets a good start at Hogwarts.” She replied

Just then, the door open Demi came in with Artemis right behind him. He came up to me and licked my hand. I petted him.

“Good morning Artie! Good morning Demi!” I greeted them, “Excited for school?”

“Nope,” he replied.

I looked at him quizzically.

“Oh ok. I’m thrilled!” he burst out, “I can’t wait to start! I’ve been practicing with my wand and the books and I’ve been reading Hogwarts: a History all night.”

“That’s a good start!” I commended

“I just hope they don’t pick on me being you know what…” he sighed and bowed his head.

“Look Demi,” I placed my hand on his shoulders, “The moment someone picks on you, call me, and I’ll bust his ass.”

“Boys, what’s with the language?! Come now, break fast is ready.” Mom interrupted.

Demi looked up, smiled and hugged me. I hugged him back, “Don’t you worry now, little bro, I got your back.”

Just then, a snowy owl hooted from a distance and it flew towards the window of our house.

“Oh good, the morning paper’s here,” said my dad who just came in through the back door.

“Derrick, go open the window before Hermes smashes it to bits just like last time.”

I did as I was told just in time before Hermes came zooming in through the window and he made a few flips, dropped the paper in dad’s hands, flew past us, and landed perfectly on the armchair in the living room.

“Quite a showman isn’t he?” My dad joked. He walked away from the living room towards the dining area where he sat down at the head of the table. Mom just finished placing all the food in place so Demi and I took our respective seats.

“Now, what’s up today… Hmmm, oh… aha!!”

My dad made weird sounds when he reads as if no one’s with him.

“Come on Christopher, must you read now? The table is a place where we get together not seclude ourselves!” said my Mom.

“Well I do know that Bianca,” replied my dad, “It’s just that this thing caught my eye”

He flipped out the Daily Prophet for us to see:

HARRY POTTER PROCLAIMED MINISTER OF MAGIC

Twenty four years after the destruction of You-Know Who, Mr. Potter is at the top again for all the Wizarding World to see. Previously Head of the Aurors, he succeeded Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt in office after the first prospective candidate, Ms. Hermione Weasley, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, declined. Minister Shacklebolt is retiring after more than 45 years of service to the Ministry (24 years of which, as Minister of Magic).

“I don’t think I’m up for that kind of job.” Said Mrs. Weasley, “I’d rather be down here and get the dirty work done. But I did recommend Mr. Potter to Minister Shacklebolt. He’s a fine gentleman and by far the best Auror we have.”

“I have full confidence in Mr. Harry Potter” said Minister Shacklebolt, “He’s been around the Ministry for less than 20 years but he has shown great potential. He’s also been good at making wise decision that will benefit a lot of people and magical creatures alike. You may have noticed how he and Mrs. Weasley revolutionized the use of Wandless magic. They have made a lot of improvement in the use, control and regulation of the craft; furthermore, Harry has exhibited the full mastery of the Patronus Charm by using it as a total control system to Dementors in Azkaban. So criminals may be apprehended and guarded while Dementors controlled.”

When Mr. Potter was interviewed by our correspondents he just said, “I hope I do justice to this position and still do not neglect my children in the process.”

Truly Mr. Potter is not only a great wizard but also a family man. Most of his friends would say that Mr. Potter may be too soft for an Auror but he knows business and he knows family time. Mr. Potter has three kids enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It was accompanied by a photo of Harry during the proclamation rights with his wife Ginny Weasley-Potter and their three children: James, Lily and Al.

“That took long enough!” I commented. Harry Potter was one of the greatest wizards of all time. He defeated the dark wizard Voldemort 20 years ago in the great battle at Hogwarts. A lot of stories have already circulated through out the years but none of them were as true to the real story. Good thing, there’s Jamie.

“Oh hey look, here... there’s a story about Hogwarts,” said my dad.

On related news, there would also be a change in leadership in Hogwarts in the coming years. Headmistress Minerva McGonagall will be retiring at the end of the year and as such, she has already appointed her successor in-training Professor Oliver Wood, previously holding the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. Other changes in line-up of course is the promotion of Herbology Professor, Neville Longbottom as head of Gryffindor house, appointment of Professor Luna Lovegood as the temporary Care of Magical Creatures professor as Professor Rubeus Hagrid takes a sabbatical in France to visit Madame Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic..

“Oh no, Hagrid won’t be there is term.” I said, quite disappointed. I’m taking 6 N.E.W.T.-level courses this year: Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguraiton, Wandless Charms, Divination and Care of Magical Creatures.

I loved Hagrid’s classes because of the non-traditional methods. I agree with him that the only way to understand these creatures is to interact with them and not by reading them in some book. Although safety was always an issue, Hagrid puts himself in the line when there are accidents and takes them immediately to Madame Pomfrey. The Magical Creatures also understands him well.

Potions class is the second best class in the whole wide world. Except maybe that our Potions Master is quite strict. Professor Patrick Dickens is a Slytherin and Slytherins usually hate us Gryffindors. Well, it may seem that way but Professor Dickens just loves his craft too much that failure is not an option in Potions. He is strict, yes, because he makes sure everyone knows how to make the right potion.

The best class goes to Defence Against the Dark Arts and Wandless Charms. These classes were usually double classes because NEWT-level spells may be used without a wand and thus the need for mastery of Wandless Magic. Professor Rowena Richards was originally from America, but transferred here to Britain after Professor Flitwick’s retirement. She’s very good at Charms and together with long-time Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Wood is an excellent combination of wits, athleticism and talent. Of course, it adds to the likeability that they’re both hot.

“Oh my, look at the time!” my mom exclaimed, “Off you go! Come on, load up the car and we’ll be there in a minute!”

Demi and I loaded our trunks in the car. We may be wizards but we have a general know-how of Muggle machinery. I have a computer in my room and some other nifty gadgets like an iPod. But that’s somewhat off-limits at Hogwarts since the circuitry will be blasted to pieces upon entering the highly magical territory. We also live with electricity so it’s not that bad at home. We have all the machines so we don’t need to use magic that often for house hold duties. Mom and Dad always taught us that we need to experience everything to understand how other people think and feel.

The drive to King’s Cross was uneventful. We got there with 30 minutes to spare. Demi had been through the barrier at Platform 9 ¾ so he knows what to do. We’ve said our goodbyes to Mom and Dad and boarded the train. We got inside a cabin, dumped our things and set off to dreamland as we hear the whistle of the train roar to life.

“Are you scared, buddy?” I asked Demi.

“Nope, because I know you’ll be there!” he replied.

“Of course!”

-oOo-

We heard a loud thud as the whistle sounded. The train suddenly stopped. Where are we?

I looked at the window and it was quite dark. I saw the full moon shining just above the canopy of trees. It’s not too late, maybe a little after dusk.

“Wake up buddy, we’re here!” I said as I nudged Demi awake.

“Hmm?” mumbled Demi, but then exclaimed “Bloody hell, I’m excited!”

“Now, now Demi” I calmed him, “Look, upper years go to the castle by carriage but you first years cross the lake by boat. It’s a tradition. Don’t lean too far off the edge or you might be dragged down by a giant squid or grindylows.”

“Ok.” He said and then trotted away towards Professor Lovegood. She and Professor Firenze escorted the first years towards the boat. I, on the other hand, waited in line for the Thestral-driven carriage. I know most people don’t see them but then again, all my grand parents died when I was 11, and I was at their bed side, crying.

“Hey Derrick!” someone called me from behind.

“Oh! Hi Jamie!” I said after seeing who it was, “How’s your summer been? I’ve heard your dad’s the new Minister of Magic.”

“Yeah, Mum was not really pleased but she accepted the idea by and by,” replied James.

“So how’re Al and Lily?” I asked.

“Back there, Al’s been dreading his OWL results all summer, but he made it to Potions, DADA, Transfiguration, Charms and Herbology.” He said, “Lily on the other hand, is quite excited with her first elective courses: Arithmancy and Muggle Studies.”

“That’s cool!” I replied then I noticed that his clothes are quite puffing out, just like a body builder’s, “I see you’ve been playing Quidditch all summer, huh?”

“Yeah you could say that,” he said, “Teddy, Rose and Hugo visits all the time and well, it’s been a 3-on-3 almost every weekend. Victoire comes too but she rarely plays.”

We caught up some more and laughed a few times. Then I got close to him and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you all summer, babe!”

“Me too, but you know, it’s really getting harder and harder to hide this.” He said

“Well, look at the bright side, in a few weeks I’d be of age and you’re already 17, right?”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t think Mum and Dad would have a problem per se, but with his status, dad doesn’t need someone like me that he could be ashamed of”

“James Sirius Potter, You will not say such things!” I scolded, “You are not an embarrassment. You’re just a normal wizard like someone else in Hogwarts is. You just like boys and not girls; it’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah you’re right.” He paused, “Hey Derrick, thanks for being there. I really love you.”

“I love you, too.”

We climbed in and we were off. We were the last in line so nobody really heard the conversation between me and Jamie.

-oOo-

JAMES’ PERSPECTIVE

So I’m gay. I mean, what’s the problem with that?

Well, I’m just the son of The-Boy-Who-Lived, now Minister of Magic. See the problem now?

My dad is in a very high political position and any hint of imperfection will lead to criticism in his ability to lead the Wizarding World. He has already visited the Muggle Minister last night and Minister Shacklebolt has introduced him. He also moved in to Kingsley’s Oficce yesterday. A lot Owl Post has been dropping by at the house offering praise and congratulatory notes, there are some hate mails too but that’s just something we ignore.

And then, I’m here at Hogwarts in love with the most beautiful boy in the world: Derrick Halliwell. See the irony? Perfect father gets a perfect faggot for a son.

I’ve known Derrick since the Sorting ritual during our first year. We were both sorted to Gryffindor and sat together in the feast. After the feast the prefects showed us the dormitories and we bunked together. I was really lonely that night so I sat at the windows looking in the dark sky illuminated only by a crescent moon. I guess he couldn’t sleep too so he stood by me that night. We sort of smiled at each other and no more words were needed, we just stared at the beautiful evening. Two weeks after that, we were inseparable. I mean, I didn’t fully know yet whether I really liked boys or just him, or if it’s just a phase but Derrick is my best friend that year.

During the summer holidays, we wrote each other every week, ole Ceddy may be an old owl but he’s still efficient. He sent me a cake on my birthday and some candies too. Of course, by night time, all of it was gone thanks to Al and Dad. But we kept that up the whole time.

Second year was no different. Except maybe that we had to constantly be with Al. He’s sort of insecure with this entire popularity thing Dad gets. And we definitely are brothers because we’re afraid of screwing up. Dad had us in a one-on-one talk after I got knocked out of my broom during my first loss at Quidditch in my third year:

“You know James, failure and mistakes are part of the learning process. It happens to the best of us, but what the best do is learn from these mistakes and do better. Don’t be afraid to screw up.” He said.

I was really quiet after that. And got to thinking, am I really a screw up? Haha. But seriously, I hope I learn from this.

“Dad? Will you still accept me if…” I started to ask, “If I tell you I’m don’t think I’m cut out to be an Auror like you?”

I was so close to saying if I’m gay and I’m in love with another guy, but I didn’t have the courage.

“Of course not” He replied, “You don’t have to be like me at all. You just be yourself. And if being yourself means you’re not going to be an Auror then I’m fine with that!”

“Thanks dad! You’re the best!” I said

In my fourth year, Derrick and I became closer buddies. I’ve already come out to him by then. I was really scared shit during that time:

“Yo, Derrick, can I talk to you for a sec?” I asked him when we were the only ones left at the Gryffindor common room.

“What’s up bud?” he asked.

“What do you think about Muggle-borns?”

“They’re fine. I mean after the fall of Voldemort, there seems to be less and less prejudice for those that come from non-magical families. Why’d you ask?”

“Just curious… How about other minorities? Say Squibbs? Or Homosexuals?”

“Is there something you’re not telling me Jamie?” he asked with a prying look.

“I think so…” I sighed and then said, “I think I’m in love with you Derrick.”

He stared blankly into space as if he was cursed with Petrificus Totalus, so I asked, “You still there Derrick?”

He awakened from his bewilderment and shouted, “Are you fucking playing with me, Jamie?”

I was shocked and afraid. I tried to get up and leave. But then he started, “Do you think I’m that bigoted?”

I just stuttered something which was more like a mumble.

“But just so you know, I think you’re cute too!” he smiled when he said that. Then he did the last thing I expected him to do… He winked at me.

I didn’t really get it at first, but then it hit me like a troll swung a mace at me. He thinks I’m cute?

“Are you gay too Derrick?” I asked.

“Gay as a three-dollar bill.” He replied. I laughed at that. Derrick was born in America and just migrated here with his family when he was 10, so he very much had that American English accent and expressions.

After that night, we were more than inseparable. We discovered a lot of things that year. By fifth year, we decided to be a couple. I mean, I really do love him from the bottom of my heart. He’s my best friend and he’s gay too. Plus he told me a few days after, he loves me too. Nobody suspected much because we were very careful and add the fact that we’ve really been best friends since first year, so hanging out together was a regular scenery at Hogwarts castle. The sixth year was a blur. I knew we were perfect for each other because we pushed each other to be better at everything. He was a great Quidditch player but I’m always going to be the Chaser, and he’s the Keeper. The irony with that is we decided that I chase some girls through the years, but he gets to keep me, done on the prospect of protecting our reputations and keeping our relationship a secret.

So here I am, sitting on the window sill of Gryffindor Tower, looking back at the last seven years. He came up from the common rooms quite tired from the start-of-year celebrations.

“Hey Jamie, why are you up here?” he asked.

“I was just thinking.” I replied.

“About what?”

“About how I really really missed you during the summer and that I love you a lot!” I said.

“I love you, too, Jamie”

We hugged and just as we did, there were bluish white sparks surrounding us.

“What the fuck is going on?” he shouted, breaking the hug.

“I don’t know, Derrick…” I said.

“It’s ok, I know this isn’t you’re doing.” He comforted me.

Just then, the sparks disappeared.

“That’s really weird.” He said, “Has that ever happened before?”

“Nope.”

“Oh well, I guess, it’s just a magical burst, don’t you think?” he asked me.

“Probably, we’ll look it up tomorrow if you want.” I said.

“Sure.” He said, “Aren’t you going back down?”

“Are you?” I asked.

“Yeah, wanna join me?”

“You bet.”