In The Grimm Palace of Memories

by KnightWulfhart

Summary:

Harry has been practicing Legilimency with Hermione over the summer before fifth year and decides that in order to help Sirius get over his hatred of Grimmauld Place, they should make some new memories using Legilimency.
Thanks to Grimmauld Place's unique magic, Orion and Regulus have some things to say about that.

Notes:

Sirius and Harry first slept together pretty much the night they met. Harry was very needy and demanding and practically forced himself onto Sirius, breaking his resistance in minutes, and they kept it up all throughout fourth year.

Chapter 1

Harry led his godfather through the halls of Grimmauld Place by the hand, Sirius's other one covering his eyes as per Harry's demand.

They had the entire day to themselves before other members of the Order would show up, something that took an unnaturally hard amount of bargaining and manipulations to pull off.

“Oh come on, pup. I know this house like you know your Quidditch maneuvers, even without looking I can count the exact steps between each room. For example I know we're in the study.” Sirius complained, though he was grinning behind his hand.

“Stop cheating! We're here anyway.” Harry said laughing. “Keep those eyes covered.”

Sirius groaned as Harry moved him physically around and then pushed him down into a chair.

“Can I uncover my eyes yet?”

“Not yet.” Harry's voice was a few feet away, most likely next to the table where his mother would force him and Regulus to study and would take any opportunity to hurl insults at him for.

He felt the chair he was in move and could feel the familiar warm coils of Harry's magic pulling him towards him.

He couldn't help himself, but he moved his fingers slightly so he could peek at Harry who must have been carefully watching to catch him when he finally did so.

“Well, there goes my trust.  And here I was thinking you'd be a good boy for me.” Harry reached up and lowered Sirius’s hand, smiling fondly and Sirius thought he had won. “Oh well. Perdaspectum.”

Sirius gasped as a black leather blindfold materialized in front of his eyes.

“ Incarcerous.” He whispered lovingly into Sirius’s ear as leather bindings wrapped around his wrists, waist, and ankles, lashing him up the chair, and Sirius almost began to freak out before he felt Harry's lips on his cheek as his arms wrapped around Sirius’s neck adoringly.

They both knew that if it ever got too much, all Sirius had to do was tell him and Harry would stop immediately.

It was still a bit of a shock to Sirius that he had eventually caved and asked Harry to try restraints with him, especially when he finally worked up the nerve to ask Harry to use them on him.

But he had to admit it made the sex mind-blowing.

He was though a bit worried, as when Harry was the one to start their more odd scenarios they sometimes had gotten out of hand.

Like the one time Harry had asked for Sirius to bite him for the first time in the cave, and they came out of that multi-hour session with both of them bleeding and covered in a variety of wounds beyond just bite marks and clawing.

Or the other time that Harry had Sirius fuck him with his wand, which somehow escalated into Sirius using Harry's Firebolt as a dildo on the young man.

He was still working himself up for the Padfoot claiming his mate and marking his territory fantasy.

Harry made Sirius nearly feral when he got like this and Sirius was worried he was probably going to end up hanging from the ceiling, tied up like a human chandelier or something along like that.

“Harry, pup, what’s going on?”

Harry kissed his cheek once more, hands firmly massaging along his chest and abdomen, “Remember what you were telling me the other day? About why you hate being here in the study?’

Sirius nodded gently, head turning towards Harry’s voice.

“How your mother would insult you and degrade you whenever you got questions wrong? The hag.” He added the last part under his breath.

Sirius nodded again, though the topic was quickly killing any arousal he had.

He gasped when he felt Harry swing himself across his legs and straddle his lap, legs under the open arms of the chair, “I know how much you hate this house, baby.” He whispered into his ear, “How you call it your second prison.”

“More like first, if we’re being honest.”

Harry kissed him gently on the lips, silencing him, “Remember how I told you that I love Grimmauld Place because for me it represents freedom from being a Muggle, and most importantly because it’s my home with you ?”

Sirius rolled his eyes behind the blindfold, “Yes, I remember that.”

“Well, I had a little idea. You’re caught up in bad memories, right? So the solution is simple!” Harry said, his hands groping Sirius’s chest and biceps firmly.

“Uhn– how so?” Sirius managed through a pleased groan. Harry’s hands were always wonderful, firm and steady from his years playing Quidditch, he knew how to work out an aching muscle as if it were his own magical gift. And when he couldn’t move or see him, Harry’s touch became one of the best anchors to the real world that Sirius could ask for. Holding him there, keeping him from falling into the ghosts of his past, into those cold memories that dragged his bones into their despair. When Harry was touching him, there was only lust, and love, and most importantly, Harry .

“It’s simple,” Sirius felt that it was most assuredly not simple , and that the best way to get rid of the memories was to simply blow the house up, but he let Harry continue, “I just have to create a whole bunch of new memories that are far better than those old ones.” Harry ground his ass into Sirius’s crotch through his trousers, leaving Sirius to moan as he dropped his head onto Harry’s shoulder, unable to move his arms and legs.

“So that’s where the blindfold comes in.” Harry paused for a second, and Sirius could hear Harry’s mood shift in his breathing and the way he was touching Sirius, “If you are okay with it, I was thinking perhaps I could do a little Legilimency on you and start to rearrange those memories around while we’re fucking?” Harry’s voice was suddenly softer, more hesitant, and Sirius could tell he was concerned that Sirius would take the request the wrong way. 

Sirius felt Harry’s head press itself against his shoulder.

“What do you mean ‘rearrange’ Harry? Like changing my memories?”

Harry shook his head as it laid on Sirius’s shoulder and Sirius wondered what expression he was making right then. “Not change them. I don’t want to change anything about you. I want to create new ones and make the old ones less impactful.”
“I’m not sure, Harry, that sounds dangerous.”

Harry nodded, obviously disappointed judging by the sound of his voice, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, Sirius. If you’re still in the mood can we just have some hot possibly-get-caught sex?”

Sirius was grateful that the boy dropped the subject so easily. He knew Harry would never push him into something like that if he didn’t want it. 

Harry was the more adventurous of the two of them, something that honestly still astounded Sirius, but whenever Sirius would show any sign of distress or being not aroused, Harry would drop it as if he had never brought it up. Utterly focused on making sure Sirius was aroused and getting off, in some ways Harry seemed more concerned with Sirius’s own arousal than his own, something making it feel as if he believed making Sirius feel good was the sole reason for his existence.

More than once, actually Harry was so understanding about it, that when Sirius expressed hesitancy about a potential new idea that he later decided he wanted to try, he had to actively convince Harry he wasn’t just doing it to make him happy.

Sirius nodded, “I think I can handle that.” He tried to buck his hips up as much as he could, and Harry laughed at the movement, and Sirius was glad that he was able to distract him from that second-guessing.

He leaned down and kissed the corner of Sirius’s mouth, causing him to gasp slightly. The young man continued to grind down on his godfather’s groin, loving the way he could feel Sirius’s muscles tense as he wanted to reach up and run his hands over him.

“Actually…” Sirius said, panting slightly, “Maybe we could try it. Just a small memory.”

Harry perked up, “Are you sure, Sirius?” He asked, “We really don’t have to and I don’t want you to force yourself. I won’t mind, really.”

Sirius couldn’t see his expression, but he knew Harry enough to know how he was thinking and he wanted to kiss away that insecurity. He leaned forward, blindly trying to find his godson’s lips in the darkness of the blindfold, and grinned triumphantly when they touched and he began to kiss him.

He pulled back with a groan, “I want to, pup. How would you go about doing it?”

“Well, I’ve been reading about Legilimency and Occlumency…”

“And where’d you learn about those?” He knew for a fact that those were not in standard books for a soon-to-be fifth year Hogwarts student. He didn’t even think Hermione would have had books on those considering that Legilimency was a very strictly regulated form of magic, much like being an Animagus.

“Your library.”

Sirius laughed, “Of course there’d be books on that in there, and the library just let you take them out without much hassle?”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Sirius could see Harry’s confused expression even with the blindfold on. He could see the slight tilt of the head, the faint quirk of his right eyebrow, the way he’d purse his lips. It was all clear as day to Sirius, and it made him want to ravish him right there.

Sirius shook his head slightly though. The library should have fought Harry and prevented him from removing the books. He wasn’t a Black after all, but then again, he was Sirius’s godson. Apparently Grimmauld Place viewed him as a Black because of that. 

It wouldn’t be that farfetched, now that Sirius was thinking about it. Not many Blacks operated as godparents to other families, but many older families considered a godparent and godchild just as close as blood as far as magic considered it.

If that was the case, then Harry was a Black, by blood and magic. That meant according to the house, Sirius was fucking his son.

Hot .

That thought sent blood to his crotch more as Sirius couldn’t help but moan.

Harry ran his hands through Sirius’s hair, gently dragging his nails across his scalp as his godfather moaned very slightly. “I’ve been practicing the basics on a hedgehog I transfigured.”

“I’ll have you know my mind is a lot more complicated than a hedgehog.” Sirius looked at where he assumed Harry’s face was, eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

“I know. You’re a complicated and gorgeous soul.” Harry leaned in and kissed him sweetly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind his ear, “But I’ve gotten the basics down, and I really think I can do it if you’re not resisting me. Plus me and Hermione were practicing together and we were able to edit some boring memories after a bit of work.”

Sirius sighed, “Did you tell anyone what you two were doing?”

Harry laughed, “Of course not, they would have tried to stop us. Besides, it was only boring things like singing the school song, or us having to pose for those stupid photos during the tournament. Now I remember me and Hermione making Rita look like a chicken. Stuck a whole bucket of feathers on her and Hermione made them stick. She really liked getting to kiss Viktor again, she made me hold that memory in place a lot during the practice. That’s actually what gave me the idea.”

“So how will this work then?”

“According to Hermione, wait give me a second. I had her write it down for me so I could explain it her way…” He could feel Harry digging around in his pocket before he heard a little gasp and crinkling of parchment. Sirius could see him focus on the paper in his mind’s eye, probably adjusting his glasses, “So I’m using your memories as a base to…do you know what a memory palace is?” Harry asked, confused, “I forgot to ask her about that.”

Sirius shook his head, “No, is it a Muggle thing? Sounds like a wizard thing though.”

Harry shrugged, Sirius could feel the way he rolled his shoulders even with the blindfold, then he heard a little laugh, “Oh, she explained that too. So apparently a memory palace is a sort of memory device-”

“Who would have guessed?” Sirius retorted, imagining Harry’s smirk at the comment.

“Used by people to help organize a lot of memories to remember easier. You create a building in your head and…apparently put memories behind doors so when you visualize the building and open each door you can access the memories easier, hmm.”

“Sounds pretty complicated. It would probably be easier to just use something like a pensieve.”

Sirius was able to hear the sound of a parchment being turned, “Oh, there’s a third side. Yeah, she figured we’d think that. Apparently using Legilimency to create one is way easier and more potent. Especially if you’re skilled in Occlumency as well.”

The older man nodded, “Makes sense, at least I think it does.”

“She left a note for us; ‘If you’re using Legilimency during sex, Harry–” He chuckled reading it, “Then it will probably be easier to create more lasting impressions using Legilimency to slot the new memories into where Sirius would normally remember bad things. No rewriting or tampering with the original memory though. Like we practiced.’ Hermione really thinks of everything.”

“I guess it’s a good thing she followed you to the cave that one time, huh pup?”

Harry laughed, and it danced across Sirius’s skin, the way his whole body shook with it, the way it warmed up Sirius’s cold bones, the way it set him at ease, “Guess so. I did end up seeing her first time when we were practicing, so all’s fair.”

“Oh?”

“French boy during summer vacation before third year. While her parents were away for dinner. In their rented beach house. She started it.”

“She beat you?” Sirius said, laughing.

“Only by a bit.”

“What a minx.”

Harry laughed again, “I’ll let her know you think so.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, though Harry couldn’t see, “Okay, I trust you, pup.” Sirius leaned forward and puckered his lips so Harry would kiss him again, and was pleased when he did so without hesitation.

“So I want you to pick a time you were studying in here with your mother yelling at you. Not a really bad one, not too aggressive, but still annoying– for the first time. Then we can start redoing the bad ones.”

Sirius ran through his memories and did as Harry said, recalling one time in his fifth year during winter break when his mother made him study Black family history and lectured him on it.

“Okay, I think I got one.”

“Good, now hold that memory in place. Who was in it?”

“My mother, Regulus, and me.”

“Just the three of you? No one else?”

Sirius nodded.

“Good. And have you ever had someone use Legilimency on you?”

Sirius shook his head, “Not that I’m aware of.”

“If you’re not resisting then I should be able to enter without much trouble. It’s going to feel weird though. The book said gleaning information off the surface of a mind is mostly untraceable, but actually entering the mind was much more involved. And Hermione said my magic can be a bit overwhelming the first time, so just stay calm, I’m right here and I’ll stop as soon as you tell me to.”

Sirius nodded and took a deep breath. “Ready.”

He heard the spell– “Legilimens!” and suddenly Sirius felt like he was falling backwards down a hole before he felt Harry’s presence.

Hermione hadn’t been wrong, Harry’s magic and mind brushing up against Sirius’s was overwhelming. He was all power, slinking coils wrapping around Sirius, and liquid darkness rushing past him as he was plunged into it, caught in the riptide of a storming sea. For a split second he was worried he’d lose himself in that darkness before he was back in the study, though it was far cleaner than it was moments ago.

He looked up and saw his mother in the flesh, as she had looked 20 years ago, reading from a book at Sirius, with Regulus pretending to pay attention next to him, though he could clearly see him writing down notes about Quidditch statistics from his favorite players.

He started to freak out a bit before he felt Harry next to him, and turned and saw him standing right next to him.

When Harry spoke it wasn’t from his mouth, not entirely, it was just as much inside of Sirius, as he spoke through his magic, through the link created by that magic between their two minds.

“Is that what she looked like in person? That dress is hideous. I can even hear Aunt Petunia gagging looking at it!”

Sirius couldn’t help but laugh at the disgust evident in his godson's thoughts.

“You could hear that?” Harry asked, his thoughts embarrassed as he smiled bashfully at his godfather.

“Don’t worry, I completely agree. I always hated that dress.”

He noticed the memory had stopped, and he looked at Harry with curiosity.

“As long as you’re not resisting it, I can pretty much have full control while I’m here. Though it’s far easier to keep things realistic and following rules as we know them. If you really wanted me to stop though, I’m not strong enough yet to resist you, not that I would.”

“So if I told you I wanted to put Reggie in a t-shirt and jeans?”

“I’d ask what colors?” And without much fanfare he saw his brother was now wearing a white t-shirt and jeans as if nothing had changed.

Sirius laughed, “I never thought I’d ever see Reggie in jeans!” It was odd to see Regulus dressed as that though, and it made something inside Sirius feel wrong. Harry must have sensed that and changed him back into his normal clothing, which allowed Sirius to relax.

“So that’s Regulus? He’s handsome. Not as handsome as my godfather, obviously, but I can definitely see the resemblance. I’ve seen him on the tapestry….” He paused, looking the man over with a questioning glance, “You know, you don’t talk about him much.”

Sirius shrugged, “We were really close once, when we were kids, but after I picked Gryffindor we grew apart. That was when mother gave up on me as a ‘respectable’ Black, and shifted her attention to Reggie. There’s not much to say about us sadly. He became a Death Eater and died I guess.”

“You guess?” Harry asked, looking at his godfather sadly.

Sirius pursed his lips and shrugged once more, “I never really learned what happened to him. I heard that he might have defected but regardless I think he was killed.”

Harry nodded but didn’t say anything further, obviously not wanting to bring the mood down further, sitting on the edge of the table as he glanced around. “It’s nice in here though.” He said, as he regarded the room, “It really does clean up well.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “It’s cramped and dusty and each room is a different temperature so your feet are either too cold or too warm when you walk around barefoot-”

“And I think it’s wonderful when the windows are open and everything’s all fresh. Later you’ll have to show me around the house as you remember it.”

“If this goes well, then fine, I promise you’ll I’ll give you the old tour.”

Harry beamed at him, crossing his legs as he looked around. “It’s way more beautiful than my cupboard.” He whispered, but thanks to the link between their minds, Sirius could hear the words as clear as day even if Harry hadn’t intended it.

Sirius tried not to dwell on the fact that in some ways Harry was in just as much of a prison in 4 Privet Drive as he had been in Azkaban, both of them trapped in places without love.

He could see then why the boy latched onto Grimmauld Place so quickly and passionately if he thought that way. It was just that Harry didn’t know the history of the building, once he understood he’d never want to be here with Sirius either, he knew it.

He shook his head, “Okay, enough sightseeing, let’s get to work on turning this boring memory into something much more enjoyable for you to recall. We’re not replacing the memory, using Legilimency and the idea of the memory palace thing Hermione wrote about, I’m going to make it so that the first thing you’ll think of will be this memory instead of the negative ones. They’ll still be there, if you think about them specifically they’ll still come to mind, but your first impressions will be things me and you are doing instead.”

“Wow, Legilimency seems incredibly useful.” Sirius thought to Harry. He had never learned it, but like all Blacks, he had been taught Occlumency. In fact, if he wanted to, he could kick Harry out of his mind without much effort and bar him from returning until he grew stronger, but Sirius was curious to see how this would work out.

Plus it was probably reckless to let his 15 year old godson who he loved, and often fucked, into his mind like this, which made Sirius feel alive. He trusted Harry with his life, and knew the boy would never willingly do anything to harm him.

“It’s also incredibly dangerous. If I wanted to, and was skilled with it, I could probably edit you until you became whatever I wanted. I’d still have to re-edit often to prevent your real mind from reasserting itself, but it’s…actually incredibly terrifying how much a skilled Legilimens can do. No wonder it’s so feared.”

“Keep at the Occlumency training then. I can help you know, I’m pretty good at it actually.”

Harry looked at him, tilting his head slightly as he smiled, “You are? So you could probably shut this down without much effort if you really wanted to huh?”

Sirius shrugged, a teasing grin on his face, “Possibly. But where’s the fun in that? I’m curious to see what you’ll do to make this a ‘better’ memory. So tell me what your plan is.”

“Okay.” Harry smirked at Sirius now, his green eyes sparkling in the light along with his mischief and arousal. His black hair had grown slightly longer than it had last year and Sirius was sure Harry was trying to match him, look more like him, and he couldn’t lie, the thought was honestly sexy enough to get him rock hard without much effort. Harry wanted to be more like Sirius . “So what I’m going to do is let the memory play out, make it so that they’ll respond to your actions as you would imagine they would, and we’ll have some fun. So try and play along, and don’t get too distracted. I won’t let anything bad happen though, Sirius, so don’t worry.”

Sirius was curious what Harry had meant when he vanished from his sight and his mother and Reggie began to move again.

Wow, throwing him right into it, huh? That boy could be such a brat.

“Sirius Orion Black, are you paying attention?” Walburga said, scowling at her oldest son, leaving Regulus to purse his lips and absently mark another tally on his note page. 

6 times in the past hour Sirius had gotten himself yelled at.

“Oh, yeah, no.” Sirius said, and he could see Walburga sigh heavily as she placed her face in his hand.

“Why do you make this so difficult on yourself, Sirius? Why can’t you be more like your brother?”

Regulus didn’t look up and instead continued taking notes on his parchment.

“Yeah, well Reggie’s a teacher’s pet, and I have a life.” Regulus rolled his eyes and sent Sirius a glare.

What would have normally been a smug smirk was cut off when Sirius gasped as he felt his trouser button come undone and his zipper slowly pulled down. Suddenly he saw Harry appear between his legs, as if he had just pulled off his invisibility cloak, placing a finger against his lips to shush Sirius as he grinned..

“What are you gasping for, Sirius? Pay attention!” Walburga said before she resumed reciting the influence of Eridanus Black upon the Great Blood Feud in 1587.

Harry grinned up at his godfather as he reached into his trousers and pulled him out.

Part of Sirius found it hard to differentiate between his current self and the one from the memories right now, so he slipped into his role without much effort as Harry began to stroke him.

Sirius struggled to appear normal, hands seemingly glued to the table, leading Sirius to believe that that was why Harry had bound him in the real world, to make him have to behave in the memory one.

He was biting his lip to keep himself from making noise as his mother droned on about various ancestors as Harry’s firm grip slowly pumped Sirius, bringing him to full arousal without much effort.

He quickly glanced to his left and saw Regulus looking at him with a surprised expression before he turned back to his parchment, probably pretending not to see what’s going on.

This felt abnormally real in Sirius’s head. There was a sudden shift in the magic of the scene for a moment, like something entering it, but then it faded just as quickly as it started.

He could vaguely remember how this originally went, ending with him and his mother getting into a shouting match and him storming out, but seeing Regulus react to it as if it were real was slightly unnerving, but he was distracted from that feeling by Harry’s next movement.

He wanted to throw his head back as he felt Harry’s tongue swipe across it, from the base all the way up to the tip along the central vein.

He resisted though and his breath became a little more shallow as he tried to pretend like he was even remotely paying attention to what his mother was saying.

Harry always liked to tease Sirius, and so he flicked his tongue across the tip and leaned in to kiss it as he made eye contact with Sirius.

This boy and his insane sexual fantasies were going to be the death of him, he knew it.

The boy would become an incubus and drain his life force and balls dry until he was shriveled up and empty.

He couldn’t help but lick his tongue out to moisten his lips as he watched Harry kiss his cock through his dark lashes behind his glasses.

It was so fucking hot to watch the 15 year old like that, and when he pulled away and looked to the side he could see Regulus discreetly adjusting his crotch of his trousers, glancing at Sirius out of the corner of his eye with a small smirk that Sirius remembered from when they were children and would share secrets.

Would Regulus have gotten off on this? Was that what Sirius thought of him? 

He was sure that Regulus would have thought him disgusting for doing this in front of him. He was sure of that. But his mannerisms and movements were exactly how Sirius remembered, it was just the scenario that was off.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of Harry wrapping his lips around his tip and sucking lightly.

He wanted to reach down and run his fingers through Harry’s hair, gently tugging at the fur-soft darkness, but he couldn’t so instead he just stared at the boy proudly.

“Which Black successfully infiltrated the court of Charlotta the Third and poisoned her chancellor after he accepted a bribe to side against the Blacks in an upcoming trial? Sirius?” Walburga asked, not looking at him as she flipped through the book.

Sirius’s attention snapped back to the lesson and he tried to recall the information when he saw Regulus try to get his attention, handing him a piece of parchment with the name Vega Black on it.

“Uh, Vega Black?”

Walburga turned around, frowning, before she returned back to her chalkboard. “Correct. Well, at least you’re paying attention. Apparently you’re not entirely useless.”

He turned back to his brother, ready to silently thank him when he saw that Regulus had pulled himself out of his trousers as well and was slowly stroking himself as he looked at Sirius and Harry.

Harry seemed to notice this, but didn’t stop. Instead being watched seemed to embolden him and he took Sirius in his mouth completely, having gotten quite good at that since they had started their relationship, until his nose was pressed into Sirius’s pubes and Sirius wanted to howl in pleasure. He was stopped by Regulus covering his mouth as he moved his chair closer until he was only a few inches from Sirius.

“Shh, frère aîné, let your filleul take care of you.” He whispered and Harry suddenly swallowed around Sirius as his eyes rolled back a bit and he shuddered, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Was Harry really that into being watched by Sirius’s brother?

Sirius nodded eagerly at his brother’s words and found himself unable to even think outside of this memory-creation.

He was swept along in its pleasure.

He could hear his mother discussing more family members and their contributions to wizarding society, but Sirius could barely hear it, instead his attention split between watching Harry suck him, and his brother jerk off right next to him all while his hated mother was droning on, assuming they were listening to her. 

Every time she’d ask a question, Regulus would have the answer quickly written down for Sirius, so they could get back to their fun.

After about ten minutes of Harry sucking him teasingly, never letting him get close, he nearly whimpered when Harry pulled off of him, tugging his memory-crafted invisibility cloak over him in such a way so that Walburga couldn’t see him, but Sirius and Regulus could, and he climbed onto Sirius’s lap, fully nude in the memory-fantasy.

He was achingly hard, Sirius could tell by the way he was leaking, and by the enthusiasm with which he scrambled up, almost knocking Sirius’s chair down.

Walburga seemed oblivious to what was going on, so Harry took his wand and held it up to his entrance and cast a few quickly muttered spells to prepare himself.

Sirius felt his own cock twitch as his godson’s eagerness, as usually Harry preferred for Sirius to take his time in working him open, reveling in the sensations and pleasure, but for him to so willingly cast the spells on himself let Sirius know that Harry was on the edge of going feral for him, filled with magic and hunger for his godfather.

Oh god, Sirius was so turned on right now, he felt like he’d die if he wasn’t inside Harry as soon as possible, he could feel his saliva build up in his mouth.

He watched Harry angle himself, reaching down to grab Sirius cock and mutter another spell to lubricate him and toss his wand to Regulus who caught it and slipped it into his pocket with one hand as he continued to stroke himself as he watched.

Harry started to get frustrated as he seemed to be a little out of it, unable to line it up properly and lower himself at the same time, letting out a tiny groan before he covered his mouth. Since Sirius’s hands were restrained, even in the memory-fantasy, he couldn’t assist beyond trying to buck his hips at the right angle.

His brain nearly went blank as it was suddenly overloaded by a blast of arousal, and it seemed Harry’s did as well, when Regulus reached over and took a hold of Sirius’s dick and lined it up for the both of them.

Harry’s strength gave out as he bit his lip to stop himself from whining at the action, causing him to sink down onto Sirius while Regulus’s hand was still there.

His brother, smirking in such a way that made Sirius feel a little frightened of what his brother was capable of, pulled his hand back once Harry had fallen, his fingers trailing across Sirius’s hips and Harry’s leg as he pulled back, setting Sirius’s blood on fire. 

Harry’s too, judging by the way his hole tightened.

Harry was clinging to Sirius, his body trembling from suddenly taking all of Sirius in one go. 

He had been magically prepared, but it was still so much stimulation , both pain and pleasure, that he felt his mind go white for a second as he adjusted to the sensation.

It was like a feedback loop between their connected minds, Harry’s overstimulation fed into Sirius’s arousal, and Sirius’s arousal overstimulated Harry.

They were both vaguely aware of the third mind touching the edges of their connected mind, blurring and overlapping at the edges which fed a voyeuristic thrill which seemed to feed into an as-of-this-morning previously undiscovered exhibitionist streak in Sirius and Harry, and a seemingly distant feeling of rigid desire that was forgotten when Harry’s hole twitched around Sirius.

Sirius wished he could hold his godson closer, pull him tighter against his chest and feel his muscles with his own greedy hands, but he was still restrained.

Harry tried to catch his stuttering breath before he placed his hands on Sirius’s shoulders and lifted his hips just enough that when he let go, he dropped just enough to cause them both to roll their eyes back at the feeling.

Sirius could barely pretend that he was even paying attention to his mother now, struggling instead to just keep his and Harry’s voices down enough so that she couldn’t hear, but it seemed that she decided to not ask any more questions.

Harry built up his strength again, and began to fuck himself on his godfather’s dick, slowly lifting up while he clenched as much as he could, and then relaxing as he dropped back down.

Sirius watched Regulus take his wand out and cast a small muffling charm on them to reduce the sound of Harry’s ass and thighs slapping against Sirius’s crotch, but not enough to stop any noises they made verbally from being silenced.

Bastard probably was getting off on watching them attempt to be quiet, Sirius figured.

Regulus reached out with his left hand, the right one still stroking himself slowly, and slowly dragged the tips of his fingers along Sirius’s thigh and up across Harry’s, leaving them both breathless at the sudden arousal it brought with it.

Regulus leaned towards Sirius slightly, still facing forward, “Seems you’re a Black no matter how much you try and pretend otherwise, huh, frère aîné? Can’t escape blood.” He whispered, smirking as he glanced at Sirius out of the corner of his eye. “I mean, look at you, letting ton filleul ride you out in the open like this. Look at what you’ve made him become, what you turned him into.” Regulus tsked, his tongue flicking out and running along his lips. He looked at Harry now, who trembled slightly as he lifted himself off Sirius slightly, “Guess you both really are just Gryffinwhores, huh?” He was obviously incredibly pleased at his insulting pun, but before Sirius could retort, Harry whimpered, knees buckling as he dropped fully onto Sirius again and moaned loud enough that Walburga must have heard it.

“What was that?” She asked, turning around and staring at the two of them, both suddenly attempting to look normal.

“I accidentally stabbed my finger on my quill, Mother.” Regulus said, looking at her with such a jaded expression that it nearly gave Sirius emotional whiplash compared to the devious and twisted smirk he had only moments before. 

Regulus had always been far better at acting than Sirius.

“Well, be more careful.” She said tersely as she attempted to return to her lecture.

Sirius and Regulus both continued to pretend that everything was normal, Regulus taking notes down that were clearly rubbish, while his cock was twitching, and Sirius unable to really move and Harry was pressed against his clothed chest with Sirius’s cock up his ass– that invisibility Cloak he conjured making it so she couldn’t see him.

“Walburga, I need you to head out to Knockturn and pick up a package for me.” Harry looked up when he heard a voice in the room next to them surprised to see both Sirius and Regulus’s heads snap towards the source of the voice, scared by the looks of it. He was disappointed when he felt Sirius soften a little at the voice, and ground his hips forward so that he was fucking himself slightly onto his godfather, who looked back at him with a complicated expression and accidentally bucked up into Harry, hardening once more.

Walburga rolled her eyes as she snapped the Black family history book closed, “I have no idea why he can’t do it himself.” They could hear her mutter to herself.

Harry was surprised by the invisibility cloak he had conjured wrapping around him tightly, making it so he couldn’t be seen at all, as another man walked into the room.

He was older, tall, and clearly related to Sirius, his dark hair perfectly styled and swept back, and his clothing immaculately cut, sitting on his body like a work of art– priceless in value and untouchable.

Were all the men of the Black family inordinately handsome? Harry wondered to himself. 

It just wasn’t fair! Stupid purebloods and their stupidly good looks.

Apparently inbreeding wasn’t a thing for wizards, because the Blacks were proof that keeping the blood in the family just kept producing gorgeous and powerful wizards, and he’d seen completely ‘normal’ wizards go insane quickly, so that seemed to just be a wizard thing.

The man turned to look exactly where Harry was, and it made both him and Sirius shiver, his eyes slightly narrowed, and were cold as a smirk lifted at his lips.

“I need you to go speak to Borgin. He has something I want, and I need you to convince him to part with it. A very rare tome. Tell him that I sent you. Oh and don’t read it, dear,” The word was spoken with such false affection that it almost felt like an insult, “If you try, it’ll probably attempt to kill you.”

Walburga sneered at him, “Fine, Orion, but what do I get as recompense?” Harry was surprised to find this handsome man was Sirius’s father.

He looked quickly at his godfather and now could easily see the family resemblance now, Sirius definitely came from good breeding stock in regards to looks.

“As far as I’m aware, you’ve been cheating on me with Bennett Greengrass, so I’ll look the other way and not tell Vanessa about what her husband is really doing on those late nights at the Ministry.” Orion said without much anger, simply adjusting his cufflinks with a bemused expression, “He’s certainly a step up from your last affair, I must say. Just do be discreet and do give him my regards, will you?”

Walburga seemingly knew she had been caught, and didn’t even attempt to lie. “Fine. I was going to go see him at his office after this anyway.”

Orion waved her off, “I’ll continue the boys’ education for the evening. They do need thorough lessons and a strict tutor to properly learn.” The smirk he sent them was vicious and cruel, and Harry couldn’t help but press himself tighter against Sirius, unable to stop his hips from rolling slightly to keep his godfather hard inside of him.

Walburga was seemingly pleased to be away from them, and probably to not have to hide her affair any longer, so she handed the book to her husband as she walked past him, not once looking back.

Harry was starting to realize that the Black household was very much different than the Dursley one he had grown up in.

“Now, boys, I thought I taught you to be far better at being discreet about your indiscretions.” Orion said condescendingly as he walked towards the blackboard that Walburga had conjured for the lesson, flipping through the book as he stared them down with a merciless smile.

He flipped open the book and thumbed through the pages, “Oh, this is useless for the lessons you three need to be taught.”

“Three?” Sirius managed to get out. An instinctual fear of his father was rising and mixing with the arousal he felt at Harry being right there with Sirius’s cock inside of him without his father seeing.

“You three are simply not as good at being stealthy as you think, though Sirius, your brother is far better at it than you are. And you, Harry, has no one taught you how to be discreet?” He  closed the book with one hand with a crack, tsking loudly as he shook his head.

He pulled out his wand and the cloak hiding Harry was removed, sliding across the table quite neatly as if it were a tablecloth.

He tucked his wand in behind his ear in a casual way that seemed so at odds with how Sirius knew his father.

“Now, let me see my grandson, Sirius.”

Sirius still couldn’t move, and Harry was holding onto him tightly, not looking up as Orion Black walked around so that he was behind Sirius, looking down at Harry.

Sirius was surprised to feel his father’s hand in his hair, ruffling it slightly, “Oh Merlin, look at his body. Quidditch?” He asked, and Sirius was able to look up enough to see him asking Regulus and not him, and Regulus nodded instantly.

“I can tell, though he could use a bit more muscle mass. Sirius, you’ll begin training him how to duel properly after this, wizard and muggle style. He’ll be marvelous once he’s put on some more muscle mass. Also make sure he’s eating enough. He looks almost starved. Beautiful even skin color though, visible golden undertone, so very Potter, yet still pale enough to make his embarrassment so easily seen. Beautiful black hair. Silky, or perhaps fur-soft? Definitely from good blood. You must be very proud of him, son.”

Sirius was mortified and furious that his father was analyzing Harry like he was a dog for breeding, but also incredibly aroused by the way Harry was pressing against him, unable to stop himself from bucking up into Harry’s tight ass while he was rolling his hips against Sirius’s.

He could feel Harry’s dick pressed up against his abdomen through his clothes, and it was dripping enough that Sirius could feel the precum soaking through the fabric.

Was Harry getting off on it?

He decided to test it, “Oh, I am incredibly proud of him. Isn’t he gorgeous?” He managed to whisper, hoping his voice sounded confident and not as nervous as he felt.

“Let’s see his face, son, make him look at us.” Orion commanded, one hand rubbing down Sirius’s shoulder, massaging slightly, while the other continued to pet his hair.

“Harry, baby, my sweet boy.” He said softly, knowing Harry liked it when he called him those names.

Harry whimpered, pressing his face further into Sirius’s clothed chest, though he didn’t stop slowly fucking himself on Sirius, “Come on, baby, can you look up at me? Please?”

Harry seemed to listen to him now and slowly looked up at Sirius and Sirius couldn’t help but thrust into the boy as he was overcome with lust.

Harry’s eyes were blown wide with lust, barely able to focus on Sirius’s face, though he was obviously trying to. His skin was sweaty and red, and he was panting shallowly, nearly drooling.

Harry was so completely blissed out and Sirius realized the boy was getting off on this, which made the entire situation quickly shoot out of unnerving and straight into so fucking erotic that Sirius felt like he would never be able to forget this, and would probably forever stalk the wet dreams he now often got after he and Harry started their relationship.

“Oh wow, son.” Orion said, his normally cold voice dropping into something that sounded genuinely proud, “Look at how handsome he looks for you. I’m proud of you.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss into Sirius hair, and Sirius felt his heart race a bit at the action.

He reached forward, fingers firmly sliding along Harry’s face, running along the ridge of his nose, angling along his brow ridge, sliding along the shell of his ear, thumb pressing along his lips.

“Open.” He commanded, and Sirius was surprised to see Harry do so immediately, mouth open as his eyes rolled back in his skull.

Orion’s fingers moved his lips so he could look at his teeth, “Turn.” Harry did as he was told, and Orion continued to examine him like a breeder examining a stud or bitch.

“Excellent skin for a teenager, perfect teeth, firm jaw. If we fixed his eyesight we’d get to see those beautiful eyes more often. Do look into that, Sirius. Now imagine all that mixed with the Black blood. He’d make an excellent Black, and you two would make superb offspring, beau idéal, most definitely. Such a good boy for you Sirius, you’ve trained him so well. Groomed him into such a perfect little Black. Regulus, lean in and get a look.”

Sirius could feel Regulus move in as commanded, and Sirius could feel the heat of his body as he leaned in, “Oh Merlin, look at him.” Regulus whispered, “Sirius, move, I want to see how he reacts.”

“Very good idea, Regulus.” Orion said, his hand on Sirius’s shoulder tightening a bit. “Move, son.”

Sirius decided there was nothing wrong with granting that request, and thrust up into his godson as much as he could, with all three of them watching him intently and Harry arched his back and moaned, letting Sirius go deeper.

Regulus didn’t restrain his own moan as he watched, reaching down to rub at his dick, while Sirius could hear Orion’s sharp clenched inhale as he watched, the hand on Sirius’s shoulder tightening even more.

“There it is.” Regulus whispered, “So beautiful.”

“Oh gods, son. Look at him. So good for you. How does he feel around you?” Orion asked, his voice breathless next to Sirius’s ear, hand still moving through his hair adoringly.

Sirius took in a shuddering breath, “Merlin, Father, he’s always so tight. My pup’s always perfect for me, aren’t you, baby? My good boy.” Sirius felt the words spill from him, speaking to both Harry and his own father.

Harry whimpered and was trying to undo the buttons on Sirius’s waistcoat but his fingers were unable to get the proper purchase they needed under his shivering and whimpering. 

Watching this, Orion tutted and reached over and ran a hand across Harry’s hair and across his cheek, reaching for his wand tucked into his ear and vanishing Sirius’s clothes with ease, “There you go, my grandson, touch Sirius as much as you want. You want that don’t you, Harry? Want to touch Sirius while we watch? While me and Sirius tell you how wonderful you’re doing?” Orion asked the boy, running his hands across Sirius’s naked shoulders now.

Harry took what was offered with a nod, “I always want to touch Sirius like this, sir.” He said, his voice warm, out of breath, and reverential. “I want the world to see how good he is. How much I love him..” He said as he ran his fingers along the curves of Sirius’s muscles, tangling his fingers in Sirius’s body hair.

“Just as you should, Harry. And call me ‘Grandfather.’ Now isn’t my son a perfect specimen?”

Harry nodded again, “Yes, Grandfather.” His voice was soft, and Sirius couldn’t help but want to run his fingers around his boy’s throat, listening to him speak like that as Sirius squeezed just tightly enough to make Harry whimper. Harry’s fingers were now running over the edge of Sirius’s pectorals, firmly working out tension in the muscles.

“And he’s picked the perfect new addition to the Blacks. You chosen wonderfully, haven’t you, son?” Orion asked, leaning in so that his lips were just barely not touching his ear.

Sirius’s breathing sped up as his body fought the bindings so he could fuck Harry more freely, nodding quickly at his father’s words.

“He’s so perfect, Father. I love him so much.”

“Of course you do, Sirius. You’re my son after all. I expected nothing less from you. Us Blacks settle for nothing less than perfection.” Orion said, running a hand down Sirius’s chest from his shoulder, and sliding over Harry’s who instantly tangled their fingers together. “Tell me how much you love my son, Harry? Tell me how much you love your godfather.”

“I love him so much, Grandfather. I love my daddy.” Harry let out a low keen as Sirius tried to fuck him harder at that word. 

They’d never used it before, something that both of them were afraid of saying for fear of hurting the other, but as soon as he said it, it drove both of them insane.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” The words were low, slurred slightly and filled with such arousal that it sounded like sex itself, and Sirius wished his father was within his vision so he could see what he looked like when he said it.

Sirius had never heard his father use such vulgar language before, but hearing it said with such lust, pride, and reverence made Sirius’s heart speed up and he wanted to make his father more proud of him, as well as make him adore Harry as he did.

Part of him thought it hilarious that as soon as he was given the chance, even the rebellious side of him was rushing for his father’s love and approval, but that part of him was covered up by the feeling of arousal as the two of them couldn’t stop themselves from falling into the pleasing fantasy that had been conjured.

“Sirius, can I trust you with your hands?” Orion asked, leaning in close again while still holding Harry’s hand, pressing a soft barely there kiss to below his son’s ear.

Orion’s lips were soft, far softer than Sirius could have ever imagined, and when they pressed into the sweat-soaked skin there, it was pure electricity running across his skin. A bolt from the blue straight down to his crotch.

Sirius whined without care and nodded as much as he could. “Yes. Yes. Yes, Father. Yes. Can trust me. Please, Father. I need him. Need it.”

He wanted to hold Harry so much, wanted to press him close so he could fuck him better instead of roughly bucking up as much as he could with his body bound to the chair. 

“Promise you’ll be a good boy for me?” Orion asked him, knowing that Sirius couldn’t resist him right now.

Sirius nodded more, suddenly feeling like a child once more, “Please daddy, please. I want to touch him, daddy. Please can I? Please?” Sirius knew he was begging, something he promised himself he would never do for his father, but the promise of getting to hold Harry and fuck him properly in front of his father and brother seemed to knock all of Sirius’s rebellious pride out of him, throwing it off a cliff into the sea, and Sirius felt free without that role weighing him down now.

He had never been willing to admit it before, not even to himself, but Sirius missed his family. He missed his Father’s wit and demanding love, and Regulus’s petulant brattiness.

He missed feeling like he was a part of something.

He missed being part of a family .

He had felt so forgotten, so abandoned beyond Harry and Remus.

Without thinking he pressed his face to the side where he felt his father’s breathing, letting his face touch his father’s, seeking that connection that he had never let himself have with the man growing up. “Daddy…”

“Oh, Sirius, my darling son. My pride and joy…” Orion whispered so softly that it made Sirius want to cry, pressing his face against his son’s face fondly. “You’re not alone now, son. You have us . We’ll never let you go again– neither of you. We’ll even accept the wolf if you’ll let us.” Orion murmured, kissing his son’s temple softly, and squeezing Harry’s hand.

Harry took the hint, and leaning up to kiss Sirius as Sirius felt his father’s magic surround them, and his hands and legs were no longer bound in the fantasy, and suddenly they were grabbing at Harry’s back as he was able to angle himself better and fucked Harry better, hitting his prostate every few strokes, leaving the boy crying out as he did so.

“How’s this, daddy?” Sirius asked, panting between words as he fucked his godson.

Orion’s hand in Harry’s stayed just as tight, and he was running his other hand down Sirius’s chest, slender but strong fingers firmly pressing into the pale flesh.

“Good boy, son.” Orion praised him, “So good. You’re doing exactly what I want you to, Sirius. Harry, my boy, how is your daddy treating you?”

“So gooood, Grandpa.” He managed, drawing the word out as Sirius slammed into him, causing it to end in a whining moan. “He’s so good to me. Loves me more than anyone.” Harry slurred, holding onto Sirius with one hand, and onto Orion’s hand with the other. “Love him. Love him. So much. Love him.”

The words made Sirius’s heart burn with emotion and he began to kiss Harry again, wanting to be one with the boy in the moment.

“Oh Merlin, Father, look at how big Sirius is, he’s grown so much!” Regulus said, his voice breaking slightly as his fist sped up on his own cock. “He’s ruining him. Gods, he still looks so tight.”

“Stand up and fuck him, Sirius, son. You’re strong enough.” His father ordered, untangling his hand from Harry’s who whimpered as the loss of touch, but Sirius reached up and took the hand and Harry nearly cried in appreciation.

Sirius used his other hand to get a firm hold of Harry’s lower back, and Harry did his part by wrapping an arm around Sirius’s neck while locking his legs around Sirius’s waist.

They’d done this before but it was always so intense when Sirius fucked him standing up, holding him against him.

Harry had no control now, instead he was reduced to a whimpering crying mess as he moaned out his godfather’s name, begging him with just that one name for more.

That simply made Sirius more frenzied, his hips slamming up and pushing Harry up as his balls slapped Harry’s ass.

“So gorgeous…” They both heard Regulus mutter. They could see him out unbutton his shirt and open it so his other hand could reach up and begin to pinch his own nipple as he continued jerking himself off at the sight of his brother fucking his godson.

Sirius was able to see his father move from behind him to behind Harry, and though he was still fully clothed, Sirius felt amazed by the raw sexuality his father exuded.

His face was slightly flushed, and his tongue was moistening his lips often, and his dark grey eyes were nearly black with the way the pupils were blown up with lust.

“Touch him, Daddy, touch us .” Sirius told the man as he continued to fuck Harry.

Orion nodded, and for once it seemed like he might not be as in control as he made it seem, his hands clenched at his side, and he lifted one hesitantly before he reached out and touched Harry’s hole, feeling his son repeatedly enter it. The magically conjured lube quickly made his fingers slick as he felt where Sirius and his godson were joined together. “God, Regulus was right, son. You’re so big. You’re ruining him so perfectly. He’ll never want anyone but a Black again. I’m so proud of you, Sirius, such a good boy, just like Harry. So good for me.” Soon he was pressing his other hand there as well, running it along the rim as Sirius fucking Harry, while the other was reaching down to cup his son’s balls, gently squeezing them which made Sirius growl and fuck Harry harder before he reached up and ran his fingers down Harry’s back, gently tracing along Sirius’s hand where it held the boy up against him.

Harry flattened himself against Sirius’s chest so that Orion could see better, and Orion clearly understood what Harry had wanted. He stepped closer so that his clothed chest was against Harry’s back and Sirius’s hand, while he reached around, slipping his other hand down between Sirius and Harry and taking a hold of the boy’s neglected dick.

“Does this feel good, my grandson?” Orion asked, his patronizing voice returning behind the soft panting and sharp breathing as he continued.

Harry nodded, leaning his head back, “Please, Grandpa.” He begged.

“Please what, pup?” Sirius asked, his own condescending voice rising from between the heavy breaths he took to keep his pace.

“Please!” Harry cried out.

“Listen to your daddy, Harry. Tell him what you want and he’ll give it to you.” Orion’s words were like fire in Harry’s veins.

“I want to feel your teeth.”

“You want me to bite you, puppy?” Sirius asked, kissing at Harry’s exposed neck and the boy nodded as he couldn’t trust his voice right now, but he was able to manage a single word, “Both!”

Sirius gasped and his mouth instantly began to fill with saliva, “Both of us?”

Harry continued nodding, “Please. Please. Please!”

Sirius looked at his father, who was waiting for Sirius to tell him what to do, and Sirius nodded.

Orion’s face instantly twisted into a smirk, “I think I can do that, my grandson. Can you, son?”

Sirius didn’t speak and instead latched his mouth onto the exposed line of muscles from Harry’s jaw to his collarbone and bit down gently.

He watched as Orion mimicked him and Harry cried out so loudly as he felt two sets of teeth gently biting into him.

“Harder. Please. Don’t hold back. Please, Sirius! You know how I like it! Please, Grandpa!”

Sirius stopped biting and pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s throat before he bared his teeth and sunk them into the boy’s pale flesh.

Harry cried out, trying to thrash out in pain, but Orion’s other hand, the one that had been feeling his son fucking the boy, came up and held Harry’s head still, so he wouldn’t move and hurt himself.

“Listen to those noises. Can you hear them, Regulus?” Orion asked as he pulled his mouth back. Regulus made an affirmative noise, and the three of them could hear his breathing speed up and the sound of his skin smacking his skin joining the sound of Sirius’s hips smacking into Harry’s ass.

Orion laughed darkly, his voice like smoke and whiskey, so like Sirius but yet so different.

Sirius was a happily shared bottle of whiskey around the bonfire, fun and free and always inviting, while Orion was a tumbler of whiskey in a dark room in front of the fireplace, demanding and controlling and binding. Sirius was the promise of fun and mischief while Orion was the promise of commands and control, both promising pain and pleasure in equal measures.

But just as quickly as he stopped, his mouth was back on Harry’s neck, and he decided to give the boy what he wanted, and he let his own teeth follow Sirius’s lead and sink into the boy’s skin, enough to bring the boy to rolling tears when combined with Sirius’s own teeth. Gnawing and sucking at the wounded skin.

Harry was freely crying now, tears streaming down his face, but he was harder than before in Orion’s hand.

“Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh Sirius! Orion! Please! Oh god! Daddy! Grandpa! Fuck me, oh my god, my Sirius, my god, fuck me. Don’t stop. Please! Daddy! Oh god oh god oh god oh god.” Harry started stammering, barely able to think as he was surrounded and stimulated all over his body.

Sirius growled into the bite as he listened to Harry babbling and begging him and he felt himself grow closer and bit harder as he began to thrust into the boy without any regard for making it feel good for him. His sight was gone, replaced by a frenzy that claimed all his senses, leaving him a mindless beast fucking the underage boy as hard as he was able to, so aroused that his human mind was lost in the waves of animalistic carnality that only cared about chasing his own peak and marking this boy so the world would know he was his .

That he belonged to Sirius Black.

That Sirius owned his body, mind, heart, and soul more than any other being in this whole universe.

He knew Harry liked it when he went feral like that, lost control and acted like an animal, and so he let himself go without a care in the world, gleefully letting the beast within take control as he fucked the boy so hard, held him so tightly, bite him so aggressively, he was sure he’d be covered in marks that wouldn’t fade for weeks even with magic.

He wanted that. To see the evidence of their love long after it had finished. To watch Harry touch those marks and wince at the pain, knowing the boy would revel in the pain and pleasure it sparked.

“Oh Merlin, Regulus, look at him go. Like a dog fucking his bitch.” Orion said, obviously having let go of Harry’s neck from his teeth. “Good boy, Sirius, such a good dog.” He reached up and ruffled his son’s hair, causing Sirius to growl at him in this state. “Fuck Harry, boy, fuck him so well. Put your puppies inside of him like the good dog you are. Spread that Black seed.”

The words sent Sirius even further into his primal lust. The thought of Harry, 15 year old Harry, his godson carrying his kids, round with his puppies , made Sirius’s mind nearly break under the pure arousal the image brought forth, unable to stop the growling from escaping his throat as human Sirius was washed away in that unrelenting ecstasy.

“Father, keep talking, I’m so close.” Regulus begged, his voice a whining mess of pants and moans that almost matched Harry’s.

“Come on Sirius, put your pups inside your pup. You want that too, right Harry? Want your daddy to knock you up?” Orion whispered, his fingers running through his son’s hair, while his other hand was between their bodies, rapidly stroking the boy towards his orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes! Sirius, gods, I want that! I want your kids in me! Your little Blacks!” Harry cried out, and Sirius’s teeth broke the skin now as he continued fucking and growling into his godson.

“Go on, Sirius, impregnate him. Breed your cousin.” Orion commanded, and Sirius nearly howled even in human form as he thrust once more into the smaller boy, and sobbed as he began filling him, the orgasm tearing out of him so intensely that Sirius was suddenly worried his mind would go with it.

Orion continued stroking Harry quickly, and Harry’s keening cries changed quickly once Sirius started to cum inside of him, and Orion felt the boy orgasm in his hand, the semen shooting onto both of their chests, and coating Orion’s hand.

He heard Regulus whimper and cry out as he came as well, “So perfect for me you two. Good boy, Reggie. You did so well too. Such good boys for your father.”

Regulus had tears in his eyes as well, his come coating his chest and some was on his face as well as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

Orion ignored the painful erection in his own trousers. This wasn’t about him right now. He needed his boys to know how proud he was, how much he loved him, how much happier they were when they listened to him, and how much they needed to obey him and make him proud.

“Was that good, son?” He asked, but Sirius didn’t respond, his mouth still hanging open, tongue lolling out, teeth bared as his eyes were completely vacant. His mind was gone in the waves of pleasure, still trying to recover in their aftermath, and he knew if he looked at Harry right now the poor little boy was probably feeling the same thing.

He smiled softly at the sight of it all. Next time he’d be harsher, more controlling, especially since he’d broken through that tedious recalcitrant rebellious instinct Sirius had inherited from Walburga, and now he’d be much more open about how much of a Black he really was. How much he had always wanted to accept the things he had so adamantly denied in his blood.

He’d make his father proud even more.

It had been so long since he’d been able to feel anything like this. He hadn’t felt it in years, not since he died.

And now he had both his sons again, and a new one; his new grandson .

The magic that both Sirius and Harry radiated, such pure and unadulterated power, fed Grimmauld Place which in turn fed them, made them more real once more.

He and Regulus just needed the two of them to keep feeding the house their magic, and they’d be flesh and blood once more.

“Are they fading out, Father?” Regulus asked, recovering quickly, though his chest was heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

Orion nodded, watching as Harry and Sirius began to fade from this place between dream, memory, and reality. This threshold between death and life where Grimmauld held the fragments of their souls as memories, just waiting for the magic it needed to bring them back as real once more.

“They’ll be back. I know it.” Orion said, quite sure of himself. “After all, they are Blacks.”

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Sirius was the first to wake up from the vision, having found Harry’s restraints had faded, most likely while they recovered.

He was sore, and sticky, and all around perfectly satisfied.

His clothes were removed though, on the floor next to them, which he found odd as he knew he had gone into the memory wearing them.

His cock was still inside Harry, even soft, and Sirius couldn’t help but luxuriate in the depravity of it, letting his godson act as his cockwarmer while they rested, while Harry was unconscious..

His movements must have woken Harry who whimpered as he stretched.

“Sirius?” He asked, his voice raw and heavy.

“I’m right here, love.” Sirius's own voice was raw and it almost hurt to speak.

“That was…” Harry started, reaching up to brush hair out of his face with trembling fingers as he tried to breathe deeply.

“Yeah.” Sirius simply said in response.

“Do you…wanna do it again sometime?”

“Gods yes.” Sirius replied instantly.

Harry laughed before he coughed a bit and took a deep breath. “I’ve never seen your brother or father before… Did they…do stuff like that with you often?” It was a sensitive topic, that much Harry had known, but that memory felt far too real to simply be imagined.

“Never.”

“Oh.”

“I thought they’d respond as I remembered them? Did you make that happen?” Sirius asked, leaning back in the chair and relaxing as much as he could, with Harry leaning down and pressing his head into Sirius’s furry chest.

“They were supposed to. I thought we were following your imagination there. I lost control over the memory as soon as your father showed up in it.” Harry admitted, looking up at his godfather with confusion.

Sirius looked back down at him, “I’ve never imagined that before, that’s why I thought it came from you. He was never in that memory. He had been away for business during that winter break, and only came back for Christmas.”

Harry shook his head, and reached up weakly to press his fingers into his neck, feeling Sirius’s bite mark and shuddering weakly as the pain bloomed from it through his nerves.

He then felt a strong echo of pain from the other side of his neck, and when his fingers ran over the red marks he immediately sat up on his godfather’s lap.

“Sirius.”

“What’s wrong, Harry? What’s up?” Sirius could tell by Harry’s tone of voice that something was the matter.

“Sirius, look at this mark, please tell me it’s the same as the one you left on the other side of my neck.”

Harry turned his head and showed Sirius the bite mark on the pale skin there, and then turned to show the other side of his neck.

Sirius immediately knew what Harry had realized, “Harry, those aren’t my teeth.”

“Oh god, that’s what I thought…”

“You don’t think…”

“I’m not sure, Sirius.”

“But that’s impossible.”

“There’s gotta be an explanation. There has to be.”

“He’s dead. Been dead for 17 years, Harry. Both of them have been.”

“Is that why it felt so real though?” Harry asked, looking up at Sirius, both of their faces pale as they ran through questions in their heads.

“But how ?” Sirius asked, holding Harry tightly.

“I don’t know. Now that I’m thinking about it…That felt a lot like the Memory of Tom Riddle in his Diary…”

“But I’m sure neither my father nor Regulus were experimenting with soul magic like that, Harry, they were very keen on keeping their souls intact, as dark as they sometimes got they were very attached to them.”

“That’s the only thing I can think of though!”

“I don’t know Harry…” Sirius admitted.

They were startled from their confusion by the sound of something dropping loudly from down the hall, and Harry got off Sirius’s lap, holding onto his godfather so he could recover the use of his legs and after grabbing their wands, they both made their way towards where the noise came from. They heard another loud thump and traced the source to the Library.

Inside there were two books on the floor, and no one in sight.

Sirius used a quick Homenum Revelio to check if anyone was in the house, but it didn’t pick up any life signs.

Harry bent down and picked up one of the books and turned it over to glance at its cover, “Secrets of The Darkest Art?” Harry asked, turning it back and examining the page. After a few moments of looking at the page it was opened to, Harry spoke again, “Sirius, do you know what ‘horcrux’ is?”

Sirius shook his head, “No, but I vaguely remember reading something like that before…Let me think…” Sirius looked at the book in Harry’s hands, “Wait! Yes, I remember a bit now. There was a summer when me and Regulus were kids. I think I was six maybe, and I had found this book here in the library. I had asked Father what it was about, and he said it was a way to escape death. A dangerous type of soul magic that broke the soul into a fragment and sealed it into an object so that you’d be able to return from death.” Sirius shivered, and not from the cold of being nude in the house.

“Like Tom Riddle’s Diary?” Harry asked. The thought was sobering. If Tom Riddle did that with his Diary, what would have stopped him from doing it to something else too. Contingency plans upon contingency plans.

Sirius shrugged, he only knew the basics of the Diary from what Harry had told him about second year.

Harry shook himself from the thought and looked at the book with a focus before placing it down on the table near them and picked the other book up. “Hmm, this one looks personal. Seems to be the journal of an… Aldebaran Black?”

“Name sounds familiar. In the Taurus constellation, means ‘follower of the Pleiades’. I think he was Phineas Nigellus’s father. My great-great-great-grandfather if I remember correctly. He’s the one who claimed Grimmauld Place, moved his family here. What’s it talking about?”

Harry quickly scanned the book, “Apparently it’s discussing the variety of charms and spells embedded into the house itself from the moment that Aldebaran took the house. Something about…soul magic.” Harry looked up at Sirius, who seemed to be thinking exactly what he was thinking.

“So…is Grimmauld one of those horcrux things?” Sirius asked, glancing up at the ceiling as if the house would eat him now that he had figured out its dark secret.

Harry shook his head, “I don’t think so. The charms are all different from the ones I was seeing mentioned in that other book. This seems more like a pensieve than a sort of soul-prison. Like it stores souls and memories in its walls.”

“I fucking told you, Harry! This place is evil!” Sirius said, pulling Harry close to him.

Harry shook his head again, “Not like that Sirius. It’s like the house is alive in its own way. It protects its own, and keeps them safe. The Hat did consider Ravenclaw during my Sorting, but I’m no Hermione. From what I can understand, it seems that the house is designed to keep the souls of the male Blacks of the main line safe from harm. To prevent them from ever dying out. Wow, this is actually…incredible, Sirius! I can’t understand half the stuff he’s talking about, but from what I can figure out, he turned the house itself into something between a pensieve and Tom Riddle’s Diary!”

“Okay, that’s interesting and all, but, Harry, what does that actually mean?”

“Like I said, I’d have to run this by Hermione, but I think when we entered your memory, we were never inside your memory. Instead inside the House’s memory. Sirius!” Harry exclaimed as he flipped back and forth between the pages. “Those weren’t memories of your father and brother! Those were their souls preserved inside Grimmauld Place itself!”

“So…we just had sex with my father and brother, but for real?” Sirius asked, his voice carefully emotionless.

Harry instantly blushed as he remembered what they had done, “Oh… Yeah I think.” Harry’s face was downturned and he felt a bit sick. He had been so into the fantasy, but knowing they were real he now felt like he had betrayed Sirius– cheated on him somehow, even though neither of them had known. “I’m sorry-”

Sirius leaned down and kissed Harry, having easily seen Harry’s train of thought. “Don’t take this the wrong way, pup. But it was…” He paused, and Sirius was blushing now, “It was really fucking hot watching you get so worked up because of them.”

Harry squeaked at the admission, “You really think so?” His voice was high pitched in embarrassment.

Sirius nodded vigorously, “ Very much so.” He conceded.

Harry looked down at his feet, trying to ignore how his dick twitched as blood returned to it.

“I still want to do it again…If you want to.” Sirius said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, and Harry’s face snapped up to look at his godfather, who was looking at him hesitantly.

“You really mean it?”

Sirius nodded, “Watching you get all worked up by being watched and told what to do was so fucking sexy.”

Harry nodded, “I liked how your father spoke to you.” Harry admitted, “And how he told us what to do…”

Sirius nodded, his mouth suddenly dry as he re-lived it in his head, “I liked making him proud of me…” Sirius managed to get out. He felt so…weak admitting that, but it had been true. Feeling his father’s pride towards Sirius, hearing such affectionate and doting words spoken towards him by the man, feeling those soft gestures of love; the petting, the kisses, the touches– it made Sirius feel loved by the man in a way he had never before.

“Sirius, can you…be my daddy?” Harry asked, his face as red as his Gryffindor blankets, and Sirius felt his breath get knocked out of him like Harry had just gut punched him.

He took a deep shuddering breath as he looked up at the boy, his black hair messed up from sex and his body covered in bruising already from the way Sirius had been grabbing him, his green eyes sparkling with want and need that made Sirius unable to ever resist him, and in this situation, Sirius had absolutely no desire to resist. “Of course, baby, I can be your…daddy.” Sirius swallowed roughly as the word set a fire in his abdomen.

“Thank you, daddy.” Harry tried it out and Sirius took his hand and brought it up to kiss it gently.

“It’s gonna take some getting used to hearing that, but Merlin, I want to hear you say it all the time, my little boy. My son.” Sirius groaned as the words left his lips, and Harry smiled so happily as he spoke that Sirius knew he was ruined. He’d give his…son…anything he asked of him, and he would do so without a single regret.

Harry owned Sirius just as much as Sirius owned him.

“Sirius, what did your father mean when he called me your cousin?”

Sirius thought back, trying to remember when he had said that.

Harry could see him struggle to recall it, “It was at the end, it’s what made you come.”

Oh. He remembered now. The idea of Harry being related to him, and not just because he was his Heir, or because Harry called him daddy, had been the final straw that had pushed him past his limits.

“I’m not sure, pup.” Sirius admitted, “Maybe he was just saying it to arouse me?”

Harry shuddered when he heard something like a whisper pass his ear, telling him to go to the tapestry room.

Harry took the two books and shoved them under his arm, “Sirius, can we go check the tapestry room?”

“Why? What do you think you’ll find there?”

Harry shrugged, “I’m not sure, I just feel like I should check there.”

Harry led the way this time, with Sirius hesitantly trailing behind him. Sirius hated this room. Hated that it defined so many Blacks without much effort. And secretly, he hated that he was no longer on it, even if he claimed he was proud that he was blasted off.

Harry on the other hand seemed oddly fond of the room, and Sirius believed it had to do with the weight of history in it, the connections of family, the continuity of it all. 

For a boy who grew up with no family, seeing a family who kept track of every member, even negatively, must have felt so much more important than it had to Sirius who had always viewed it as a shackle.

Just like the house itself. For Harry it was freedom. It was magic. It was Sirius .

But for Sirius, it was a prison. A haunted place of half lives.

It was so hard for Sirius before to see the house, and his family, as Harry had, but now that he had gotten a taste of his father’s love, felt his pride, Sirius was beginning to understand what Harry had meant before.

Sirius wanted to laugh, it appeared that Harry had succeeded in his goal of replacing the negative emotions and memories with new ones.

This was just the impetus he needed to understand it. To shift it all so he was looking at a new angle.

He was now thinking of all the things he and Harry had done in the house. The mind-blowing sex, the secret glances when no one was looking, the way they would play stupid word games they made up on the spot, or how Sirius would tell him stories about the Marauders, at least half of it being fake, and the other half being exaggerated which filled Harry with delight even when he knew it wasn’t true. That time Harry had tripped and spilled hot tea all over Sirius who accidentally headbutted Harry’s chin as he shot up and the both of them fell to the floor in pain when Remus came running in when he heard the shouts, only to find two men on the floor, Harry clutching his chin and Sirius trying to remove his scalding shirt, causing the werewolf to laugh hysterically at the sight of it.

All he had needed was for them to accidentally stumble upon the preserved souls of his father and brother and have intensely kinky mind-sex with them somewhere between reality and dream.

Sirius looked around at the tapestry and shook his head, chuckling.

“Sirius! Come look at this!” Harry called to him, standing in front of the section of the tapestry where Sirius knew his name used to be.

“What is it, love?”

“Your name!”

Sirius looked up to where he knew he’d see the black burn that had used to be his name, and found the scorching was gone, and his name was restored, as pristine as the day it had appeared on the tapestry, though his portrait was new, his current appearance instead of his childhood one.

From his portrait, there was a small branch leading off to another name right next to it, and Sirius blinked his eyes for a moment, rubbing them when they kept seeing what he knew couldn’t be there.

Connected to his own name was a branch labeled “ Harry Potter 1980–” which had another branch leading back to another series of names that hadn’t been included on the tapestry before.

Connected to Harry was James Potter, from that was Fleamont Potter, and from that was Henry Potter who was connected to Lycoris Black. Sirius knew Lycoris was his great aunt, but as far as he knew she had never married or had kids. But then again, he recalled the Potter family tree he had been shown while living with them, and James’s grandfather Henry had never revealed the identity of Fleamont’s mother, which was out of wedlock.

If this was to be believed, and considering this was Grimmauld Place, it was most likely magically true, then Harry was Sirius’s second cousin once removed.

Harry was staring between the branches, moving back and forth across the wall as he puzzled through it. “Sirius, what does that make us? I have no idea how to read this.”

Sirius laughed brightly. It was second nature for Sirius to be able to read complicated family trees, to know the steps and levels of any given relative, and how to view it all, but for Harry this probably just looked like chaos.

“Well, since your great-grandmother was Lycoris Black, who is my great-aunt since she’s the sister of my grandfather, you’re my second cousin once removed.”

Harry looked at him like he was speaking another language.

“Okay, so a first cousin, what most people just call cousins, are connected to you through grandparents, second cousins are related via great-grandparents. Since my great-grandfather Sirius II, is the common ancestor between us, we’re second cousins. The once removed part is because I’m one step higher on the tree than you, as in once removed from your position, and vice versa since you’re one step lower than me, still once removed from my position.”

“So what about me and your father and brother?”

Sirius grinned, he’d have a lot to teach Harry about ancestry. “Well, since me and Regulus are the same generational distance from you, he’s also your second cousin once removed. My father though has less distance between your common ancestor, but more steps, so you’re first cousins twice removed. That make sense?” Sirius asked, doubting it would.

Harry stood there, obviously formulating the steps in his head, “Okay, so since he only needs to go up to his grandfather to be our common ancestor, that’s what makes him my first cousin, but since he’s once removed from you , and you’re once removed from me , that’s what makes him twice removed?”

“Correct! Congratulations, taking your first Black baby steps, learning the family tree and how to read it.” Sirius laughed and reached over ruffling the boy’s hair and leaning down to press a kiss into it.

“So…we’re actually related? Like by blood?”

“Yes, does that…bother you?”

Harry didn’t respond, instead looking at the tree before him, “Fuck.” He turned to Sirius, “That’s really hot.”

Sirius stared at him for a moment before he doubled over in laughter.

“What?!” Harry asked, glaring at him, but Sirius kept on laughing. “What’s so funny, Sirius?!”

Sirius caught his breath, and looked at him before laughing again, “Oh, pup, my sweet boy, you are definitely a Black!”

Harry blushed and reached over and punched him in the abs, clearly playfully, even though his face was scowling.

“Look at that! You even got the family scowl down! You’ll be a proper Black in no time!”

Harry tried to stay angry, but they both knew the smirk on his face was only growing, and Harry turned and grinned at the man, rolling his eyes.

“I guess I just like family bonding, huh? Can’t wait to do some more.”

Sirius began laughing again and this time Harry joined him.

“Sirius? Harry? Are you two in there? I came back early to bring you both some food!” They heard a voice call out; Remus.

“In the tapestry room!” Sirius called back, smiling at Harry.

They heard the footfalls coming towards them and turned to greet the man who was staring at them like he had just witnessed someone dying.

“Wha-what-why-wha. Why are you both naked?! Did you two have sex?!”

“Oh shit, I forgot!” Sirius said, grabbing his wand and summoning their clothes and handing Harry his, who was blushing with his entire body, wincing as the fabric ran over his sensitive skin as he got dressed as quickly as possible. Sirius ended up just putting his jeans on.

Remus was holding a large plate seemingly packed with food, but he was still staring at them.

Harry could see his nose flare as he inhaled deeply.

“Wait. Is that?” He inhaled more, “Sirius…why do I smell Regulus and your father on your two?”

Harry blushed more, and Sirius put his hand behind his head, rubbing his neck, “You see…”

Remus sighed, and turned around. “I have a feeling I’m going to need a seat. Besides, you two can eat while you explain it to me.”

“You’re not upset?” Sirius asked, hesitantly looking at Harry who was just as surprised.

Remus shrugged as he walked towards the kitchen, “Not particularly. I often smelled you two all over each other, but I just told myself I was imagining things.”

“Are you going to tell?” Harry asked, sitting across from Remus, hands folded in his lap as he tried to think of some way to convince him to not do that.

Remus sighed, and uncovered the food he had brought, summoning plates and utensils. “No. I don’t see why I would need to.”

“Because I’m 20 years older than him, he’s underage, my godson, James’s son?” Sirius listed off as if he couldn’t understand why Remus wasn’t getting upset.

“And?” He used his wand to place the meat, potatoes, and gravy on their plates and sent it to them, Harry taking his with a muttered thanks, while Sirius simply looked confused. “I’m not turning you in, Sirius. It would be rather hypocritical of me to judge you for it when I’m of the same persuasion.” He said, as if he didn’t just drop a bombshell onto the conversation, heating up their food with a muttered charm and taking a bite.

“You?” Sirius stuttered, and Harry was a little confused.

Remus nodded, glancing at Harry out of the corner of his eyes.

“Oh, fuck. That’s what Father meant.”

Harry tilted his head at Sirius, “What do you mean? Grandfather Orion said a lot of things while we were fucking.”

“That’s why he offered to take in ‘the wolf’ if I let him. He fucking knew. Bastard.”

Remus simply watched, trying to pretend he hadn’t just admitted one of his darkest secrets, a sin he had inherited from Greyback.

Harry seemed to suddenly figure it out, eyes wide, “Oh!” He paused, and stared at his lap, as his face grew a crimson. Remus felt mortified. He shouldn’t have said anything. Gods, they were going to want to kill him. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He squeaked out, nearly hiding behind the hair that had fallen in front of his face.

Remus’s head snapped up as he looked at Harry, then to Sirius who was grinning at Harry now. “Wow, you really are a Black, aren’t you my sweet boy?” He reached over and ran his hand through Harry’s hair, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Remus didn’t know what to say, so he just took another bite of food, trying to organize his thoughts.

“Daddy, can he join us next time? Grandfather Orion would like that, wouldn’t he?” Harry asked, pouting as he looked up at Sirius who groaned, clearly aroused, as Remus began to choke on his food.

“Yes, Grandfather Orion would like that. But only if your daddy Moony is okay with that. How about it, Moony, want a taste?” Sirius said, leaning in to kiss him on the mouth, and Harry reciprocated, putting on a show for Remus who felt like someone had just punched him in the gut and knocked the air out of his lungs.

This couldn’t be real, could it?

He tried to resist the feeling in his trousers.

“Don’t worry, Remus. You should have seen the way Harry was acting when my Father was talking to him while Reggie watched. He’ll be such a good boy for you Moony, won’t you, baby? So perfect for your daddy Moony.” Harry whined and nodded, hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment.

Remus let out a low moan as he gripped the table hard enough that with Moony getting close enough to the surface he heard the solid wood crack.

He managed to get out two words before the wood cracked further, “Fuck, yes!”

Harry and Sirius grinned at each other, “From now on, you’ll have to make excuses to stay with us during the day then.”

“And join us at night after everyone’s asleep.” Harry added, smiling brightly.

“Watch out, Moony, Harry here is one kinky bastard. He’ll probably try and drain you dry with how insatiable he gets.”

Remus groaned loudly and let his head land on the table with a thud, “Both of you motherfuckers are going to kill me. I’m going to die of a heart attack from the way you talk.”

Sirius and Harry both laughed, feeling so much lighter than they had this morning. 

It was unfortunate that they’d have to wait till later, as the Order would probably start showing up soon, but they would make up for lost time, especially to get more information out of Orion and Regulus next time they saw them.

They were sure they could feel them near them, just out of sight, and if Harry was right, it was just a matter of time and magic before they could be reconstituted into flesh and blood.