Chapter 1: I have a what?

I don't own 'Harry Potter'

Note: Hello all, and thanks for reading! Just a few things to begin with.

Firstly, this does contain incest and sort-of incest. If that's not your thing, then click back.

Secondly, there will be a a few chapters with explicit content, but because of FFN's guidelines they'll be up fully on AO3. They will be fully marked with warnings at the beginning, so read the notes to know if there's anything you don't want to read. The explicit scenes will also be very explicit, with a lot of really dirty/kinky/filthy material. If you don't want to read it, don't.

Thirdly, this story will have updates only every three weeks or so. I don't have much pre-written, not to mention I have absolutely no idea where this is going. It is NOT plot-based, there is no over-arching story or complex idea, I simply wrote this because I was bored. I also started this about a year ago and I still have no idea where it's going; that should give you a clue about how little story/plot planning goes into this.

If you read all that, thank you, and I hope you enjoy the results of my twisted mind meeting boredom. Enjoy!

Finding out that you unknowingly have a soulmate is a bizarre experience, no doubt about it. Finding out that your soulmate is actually your father is also a rather bizarre turn of events. Finding out this occurrence only happened because of a fuck-up of epic proportions with Fate going off the rails due to boredom, was so far beyond the realm of bizarre that it begged the question of what he had done in a past life to deserve living a life without a speck of normalcy.

Dying and coming back to life once was bad enough, let alone a second – very much unwanted – experience with the afterlife. When he'd come back to life the first time he'd been an emotional wreck that got swept up in the unrealistic expectations of others, and inadvertently found himself in a career that he secretly despised and a wife that he couldn't comprehend in the slightest. He could comprehend that his interest lay more in his wife's rather fetching brothers, but oh well, too late.

Years later watching his children grow up and become adults, children that he didn't know how to relate to at all, going through the motions of life in an unfeeling daze … he had been exhausted. He'd miraculously made it to his late fifties, his children had fully grown and hadn't needed him anymore, and his wife had left him years ago when she'd finally clued herself in about the pathetic nature of their marriage. So when he'd seen the flash of green light sailing towards him signalling his end, he'd simply stopped where he stood and closed his eyes.

He'd stood in front of the curse that had failed to kill him twice previously and vehemently hoped that the third time would be the lucky one. That he would actually die and gain some semblance of peace this time, that he could see the loved ones that he'd lost over the course of his sad and miserable life.

When the spell had hit him and he'd fallen down, he hadn't thought at all of his wife and their pitiful marriage. Nor did he picture his children and how they used to look at him so adoringly. Or even the people – too many people – that he'd seen die right in front of him.

He' thought of the man called James Charlus Potter.

Which brought him to where he was now, stood in his twenty-year-old body – for some unknown reason – face to face with an entity that was calling itself Death, and the newest fuck-up in the never-ending shit-storm that made up the life Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Never-Be-Normal. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this point.

"So, what you're saying is that my soul was actually supposed to be born in another body so that I could be a romantic partner to James Potter, my father?"

The hulking black mass calling itself Death nodded sedately at the annoyed but resigned man in front of him.

"And that the only reason I was born as his son was because Fate wanted to fuck around because they were bored?"

Another nod from the eerie black mass. Harry thought that it was enjoying itself. Bastard.

"And that my father didn't actually love my mother so much as had to marry her when he drunkenly slept with her and got her pregnant?"

Harry briefly wondered if naming two of his children after the couple was actually a bad omen as Death nodded calmly once more.

"So why am I here? I'm dead. Even if I were to go back to where I was when I died, the James Potter we're talking about right now doesn't exist. There's no soulmate there to go to."

Harry was rightfully confused about their current conversation. What was the point in discussing something like romantic soulmates when there was no possible resolution to the situation. It wasn't even the fact that apparently his own father and he had supposedly been destined to be romantic partners – the random teenage fantasies he'd had of the man that he'd sworn he'd never admit to on his deathbed probably helped him come to terms with it – it was that Harry couldn't see a solution to the situation at all.

Death tilted its head – or what Harry thought was its head – to the side before saying, "There are many different worlds that exist in our universe. One of which is very similar to this one. It is identical in nearly every way possible, except for some occurrences which don't affect the major outcome. Your souls can be put there to live as you should have lived in this life."

Harry blinked in confusion. "Souls?"

He was startled as two strong, muscled arms slipped around his waist from behind as he was pulled into a broad, firm chest. The man was obviously taller than Harry as he felt a nose nuzzle into his hair before a chin rested on top of his head intimately. He shivered as his stomach tightened in delightful anticipation. The arms tightened around him a little, not hurting him in the slightest but instead encasing him in a warmth that had him shivering from head to toe. Harry felt strangely secure in the mystery person's arms, and held on to the arms around his waist without even realising what he was doing. Before he could speak a low voice interrupted his thoughts and spoke directly in his ear.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry got the impression that Death had a shit-eating grin on its face as it looked back at him. He wanted to question them but he was more concerned about his body's traitorous response. He did not usually get certain stirrings whenever someone touched him so intimately, let alone a complete stranger grabbing him from behind.

His curiosity got the better of him. Pulling at the arms around him carefully, he loosened them just enough to turn within the confines of them. For some reason he didn't want them to let go of him. He turned around and when he finally came face to face with the man's chest, he looked up.

To see one James Charlus Potter looking down at him with a positively sinful smirk gracing his face. Harry couldn't stop his cheeks from flushing a deep red which only seemed to make James grin even more. He looked extraordinarily pleased with himself, and there was a possessive gleam flickering in his hazel eyes as he looked down at the man he was still holding. The gleam made Harry think of the fabled Black madness, which it seemed James might have inherited from Dorea more than previously thought. Harry felt curiously excited at the look.

Harry knew logically that the man in front of him was his biological father. He knew that there was an entire lifetime between them. And he knew that the mere thought of being with this man in a romantic fashion should make him cringe away from him with disgust. But Harry James Potter had long surpassed thinking logically, and honestly his life had been full of instances where logic had been thrown out the window. As he stood content in an intimate embrace with the man who had sired him he just blushed even more.

It was anyone's guess what James was thinking as he stared into emerald eyes, but considering one of his hands had slipped down and under Harry's shirt, stroking the skin at the small of his back while the other had come up to cup Harry's jaw and swipe his thumb across his lower lip, Harry had a good idea. The heat he felt heading south said he wasn't as opposed to those thoughts as he probably should have been, too.

"Before you start molesting him, how about we explain the situation?"

Death's sarcasm caused a flash of annoyance to cross James' face and he tightened his grip on the smaller man briefly before letting go of his face, instead keeping one arm tight around Harry's waist possessively as he turned his head back to Death and glared at the supernatural entity.

The three watched as the endless white around them shifted into what appeared to be a replica of the Gryffindor common room. Death sat down on an armchair while James guided Harry to a sofa across from Death where James threw an arm around Harry's shoulders. His fingers were stroking random patterns across his throat and neck as he played with the strands of Harry's hair. Harry feared at this point the red hue on his face would be permanent, as would the growing tent in his jeans.

"To make a long story short, the two of you are soulmates and should have been together if not for Fate messing things up on purpose. I can offer you two the chance to be put into another world, where you will have the opportunity to live as you should have previously. You will have to deal with Voldemort again, however this time you will not be a Horcrux and I'm sure you have realised how simple it will be to destroy him this time.

"What you do after that is up to you. You are only being given this chance because your lives were filled with too much suffering last time around. There will be a few differences, but nothing that will affect you directly.

"So, do we have a deal?"

"Wait a moment! That's it? Just kill Voldemort and be together, is that what you're saying? Surely there's something else, it can't be that simple." Harry was sure there was something Death wasn't saying, whether on purpose or not, and he was still trying to come to terms that he was apparently going to be sent to another world to shack up with his dad. The mental image of that wasn't helping the issue in his jeans.

James looked over at Harry as he mused on the situation. He honestly didn't think of him as his son, he just couldn't. His son was a tiny baby with chubby cheeks that couldn't even talk properly, not this beautiful man before him with glowing green eyes, high cheekbones and the softest looking lips he'd ever seen. James had long since come to terms with his own special brand of insanity and the skewed morals that drove him, and he truly had no problem being with Harry.

He would fully admit, to those he cared about at least, that he was a bit mad and possessive over what he saw as his. He also had no qualms admitting he was cruel; it only took one look at his actions at school to see that. While he could admit he could have gone about doing things differently, he didn't feel the same amount of guilt others would feel if they were in his shoes. His family had always known he was more like his Slytherin mother than was entirely comfortable, so he'd tried to cultivate a Gryffindor persona to placate them. Brave, loud, and daring: that had been James Potter. It hadn't gone so well.

He'd ignored logic and ran with his emotions instead. Just off the top of his head he could think of a dozen or so incidents that he could have done differently. Not necessarily nicely, because he honestly wasn't that nice of a person, but he could have managed them without causing too much unnecessary pain to other people.

The idea of being able to be with this amazing person next to him was exhilarating to James. Lily giving birth to Harry was probably the only decent thing she had ever done with her sad little life. He was probably being too harsh on her but he didn't care in the slightest. Growing up he had constantly asked her out on dates because it had amused him how it pissed her off, not because he'd wanted to. He'd given up after fifth year when he'd realised that she was a petty, immature bitch. Even he knew that Snivellus had only called her a mudblood by accident, but she couldn't even bring herself to notice that her childhood friend had said it because of embarrassment and a bruised ego, not because he had thought of her like that.

Admittedly she had seemed to grow up during their last year and so when she'd asked him out he hadn't really see the harm in it. He had been in the Auror academy and she had been studying for a Mastery so they hadn't seen each other enough for him to get annoyed with her. Unfortunately his parents had died when he graduated the academy at nineteen, and after a haze of alcohol and bad decisions Lily had been pregnant with his child.

The quick wedding hadn't been too suspicious as most people had been doing it because of the war, but James had honestly already been planning for a divorce in the next few years. His views had only been strengthened when he met her sister; Petunia was a bitch, yes, but Lily was condescending towards her, acting as if her sister couldn't begin to understand what they were going through, and so she basically ignored and patronised her.

He knew damn well that muggles were smarter than most wizards gave them credit for (Dorea had long since impressed on him the stupidity of ignoring the people that outnumbered them by millions) so James was well aware Lily could have just said there were terrorists and Petunia would have understood the level of danger at the very least.

Going into hiding had brought with it the realisation that Harry was the only reason that James had married Lily, and she had been pissed with him to the extreme. Months upon months of being locked in a tiny cottage together had caused their pitiful marriage to fracture even more than before, and an agreement had eventually been made for a divorce when they came out of hiding.

Of course nothing ever goes to plan, and instead they had been murdered never to see their beloved son again. What people don't understand is that spirits who've passed on can't just go and watch their loved ones whenever they want. They can get vague emotions and feelings if they concentrate on them, but they cannot see them at all.

So when James had been informed that his son was dead, he'd had no idea what to expect when he met him. When he had been told that Harry was actually his soulmate he'd been confused but not disgusted. Harry had died at fifty-seven as a grandfather, his son had only been fifteen-months-old when he'd seen him last. He couldn't reconcile the two as the same person, especially when he had already been considering the implications of them being soulmates.

Being offered the opportunity to live once more with said soulmate was brilliant in his opinion. Coming across said soulmate in the afterlife talking to Death had been an opportunity he couldn't pass up; he hadn't been able to help himself and he'd grabbed him around the waist without a moment's hesitation. The shiver he'd caused stroked James' ego immensely, and when Harry had held his arms he hadn't been able to stop the satisfied smirk.

His anticipation had been rewarded when the man turned around and looked at him. He was breath-takingly beautiful. Just because he didn't like Lily didn't mean he didn't think of her as attractive, and Harry had taken the best parts of them both and made them even better. His face was reminiscent of James', but softened by Lily's features with a softer jawline, high cheekbones, and a vaguely heart-shaped face. His almond-shaped glowing green eyes were framed with thick black lashes, under which was a straight nose like his and soft, pouty pink lips. Of course he had the Potter hair, but his was a little longer than James', leaving a just-been-shagged look that got him hard immediately.

The attractive red flush across his cheeks didn't help either, and if James didn't know any better he'd have thought Harry was seducing him. That it was working was obvious too if his growing erection was an indication. He was trying not to squirm where he sat as his trousers were starting to get a tad uncomfortable.

James looked back over at Death as he answered.

"You will be sent back to the point where you will meet for the first time. It is the point in time where you two should have met originally, if Harry's soul hadn't been re-directed. That point will be just before your first year at Hogwarts."

Both James and Harry were stunned, though for very different reasons. Harry Potter, despite his age, was still rather pure and lamented having to grow up again, while also celebrating the chance to have a different life. The idea of having to be a child again was disheartening, but having someone with him who cared for him made him happy at the idea of having a better childhood this time.

James was just pissed they wouldn't be able to have sex. While he was happy they'd be able to have a long life together, he was dreading being eleven and being unable to do anything with Harry. Anything substantial, that is. He knew others would be disgusted at the incestuous relationship between them now, but even in their world he wouldn't have cared about their opinions. Just because people didn't really do it now didn't mean it was illegal. There were a few families that didn't care if members were in a relationship with each other, and the soulmate angle would have helped immensely.

Soulmates were rare. A few pairs at most were discovered every century, and the blessing of such a phenomenon meant there numerous laws in place to protect soulmates. When soulmates come into contact with each other their magic naturally draws them to each other until they finalise the bond. Those who do not are slowly driven mad. The exception is if one or both of the individuals have died.

Soulmates who remain in close contact with each other are driven to form a fledgling bond in preparation for the full bond. A kiss is usually the method utilised to do so. At this point the bond is fragile but will keep the couple sane as they develop their emotional relationship further. Sexual activity and intercourse can increase the bond further, as the physical intimacy has no bearing on the success of a magical wedding between the two in the future.

The wedding is the point at which the fond is fully realised, and the two individuals are bound as one forever. Such a bond is sacred for magical communities, so even when family members have been found to be soulmates law states that no betrothal contracts and the like can be used to keep them separate and the bond stands above all others. The magic of soulmates also negates the possibility of problems with their offspring so there is no real issue with related soulmates being together.

"Are you sending us back right this instant?"

It appeared his attempt at casual nonchalance failed spectacularly by the amused impression he got from Death.

"I will retrieve you in twenty-four hours." And with that the being got up and vanished.

"What did he mean by –" Harry's confusion was cut off by a forceful kiss that took his breath away.

James groaned into the mouth beneath him before licking at Harry's lips asking for entrance which was granted immediately. Licking into the warm cavern he inwardly smirked at the moaning coming from the other man and carried on.

Keeping his mouth busy James stood up and lifted Harry around his waist causing him to grab his shoulders tightly and wrap his legs around his waist. James thrust a little against Harry, causing what he thought was the most adorable squeak ever to escape the smaller man.

He carried him over to the thick red plush rug and laid him down gently before pulling back to breath. He looked down and had to grit his teeth to stop himself from coming in his trousers. The beautiful man on the floor looked utterly debauched, with hooded eyes, a red flush across his cheeks, and swollen red lips shiny where James had licked and sucked them. He looked him in the eye and saw his pupils dilated with arousal, barely a ring of green around them. His chest was heaving and the older man's eyes were drawn to the thin white shirt he was wearing and the sight of the erect nipples barely visible underneath.

"I know you probably want me to explain why I'm okay with being with you and everything, but we only have twenty-four hours as adults and I intend to make the most of them. Okay?" His voice was throaty with sheer want and need, and he prayed the smaller man would just ignore the situation's logistics and go with it.

Considering his response was to sit up, rip James' shirt off of him and shove his tongue in his mouth, it seemed everything was going in the right direction after all.

A/N: Hello people!

Those of you who've read some of my other stuff will realise this is a lot more mature than what I usually do, but I honestly just wanted to try my hand as something like this for once.

I know more than a few people will be very turned off by this pairing and story, and if that's how you feel I respectfully ask that you simply leave the story and find something else to read. There's nothing to be gained from flaming me and leaving hate. I'm not forcing you to read this.

As mentioned above there are explicit scenes, and I have in fact written a chapter that takes place immediately after this which is entirely smut. That's it. If want to read a few thousand words of purely explicit material head over to my account on AO3 - I have the same username.

Thanks for reading. Until next time!