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Title: Passion Play
Summary: Invited to Egypt for the summer before his third year, Harry meets the eldest brother, Bill and everything about his shy and reclusive nature begins to change for the better.
Rating: NC/17
Pairing: Main Pairing Bill/Harry

Warnings: Underage Sexual situations (13&up), Alternate Universe, Language, lot of drama, romance, and turning of age. SLASH Male/Male pairing. BE WARNED PEOPLE THIS ISN'T FOR FAINT HEARTED!

Edited: Kamerreon - only the last two Chapters didn't get edited good enough.

Chapter One

The Egyptian arts and Hieroglyphics absolutely astounded him in every way possible. They arrived in the Western Desert of Egypt. It was a small magical village. The gritty golden white sand dunes, terrain, and pyramids were spread out as far as the eye could see.

It was hot, remarkably so and Cooling Charms wore off every hour. The small village consisted of about twenty solid white buildings with cookie cutter windows and deep red curtains in place of the usual door. In the very middle of the town square was a massive statue of a gold Sphinx surrounded by black iron gates. There were benches on all four sides.

To say that Egypt was beautiful and marvelous was perhaps an understatement. Harry had been invited by the Weasleys on a trip to see the oldest brother, Bill and so here he was standing next to the oddly dressed redheads looking very out of place.

He was the only raven of the group, the only bright green eyes and he was the smallest, not counting the little girl Ginny who kept blushing every time he glanced her way.

His buddy Ron was standing off to the side and his growth spurt really agitated Harry to no ends. He pushed his glasses up his small sweaty nose. They wouldn't stop falling off.

In then far distance on top of a sandy hill, Harry could make out a large white Renaissance looking building that was obviously Gringotts Egyptian Headquarters and where they would be finding the oldest Weasley brother.

Everyone had stopped to look around. Percy, the most serious one of the bunch was staring haughty at all the thinly dressed tan men and women that passed by. Mr. Weasley was taking picture after picture while Fred and George were laughing at two magical desert monkey's racing around the Sphinx.

"This is a beautiful place," Mrs. Weasley cooed his thoughts completely.

Harry bit down on his pinkish lips and cast his eyes around. The sun was shining so bright that the shadows of him and the Weasleys made up a rather funny image on the dusty white walk.

Fred and George were taking turns shaking the sand out of their shoes. One flung his smelly sock on Percy causing the boy to practically shriek like a girl and run behind Ginny who was snickering into her hand.

"Boys!" Mrs. Weasley admonished dusting Percy off. "Don't be so mean."

"It was an accident!" They exclaimed, but the look on their identical faces was always one of mischief.

"Besides, he was standing next to us," Fred complained.

George nodded picking up for his brother where he left off. "Not our fault we were trying to get the sand out of our shoes and socks!"

"He was in the way."

"Yeah."

Mrs. Weasley scowled while Mr. Weasley smiled fondly. "Come on guys, we've rested enough. Bill's waiting."

"Yay!" Ginny scrambled on her father's side to take his hand.

Everyone marched forward through the small crowd. Those that saw the light skinned family beamed and waved happily.

The monkeys paused and watched them. Fred and George chorused their hellos and then bowed causing the monkey's to squeak, squeal, and squall in glee.

Harry followed them timidly, keeping his wild raven hair flat over his forehead so that no one noticed his scar. He didn't know how far his name stretched but he hoped that he could go this trip without anyone noticing him.

As they approached the massive Gringotts building, it was then that Harry saw him for the first time.

Bill Weasley, Harry's cheeks flooded with colour and he didn't know why but he knew it wasn't the heat that made him suddenly feel as though he were going to faint. He couldn't believe his own thoughts but he was never a person to swim in denial.

He was gorgeous, literally. A dictionary had to put his face next to that adjective, because he was the epitome. He was tall, a deep sun-kissed tan, slender with broad shoulders. He was wearing a very loose fitting white tunic that showed most of his chest, which was muscled; you could see the crease of his chest. He wore a gold pendant around his neck; the charm itself was a galleon. The shirt was rolled up to his sleeves showing perfect arms. He had tight tan trousers that fit him like a glove. He was wearing light brown boots that came up to his mid-calf, the trousers sunk down inside of them. His hair was long, dark red and pulled back to the base of his neck. He had blue eyes and an earring that consisted of a dragon fang in his left ear.

"Everybody!" Bill's voice was rich and smooth.

"Bill! My beautiful son-" Harry was hardly aware of Mrs. Weasley's cooing, Mr. Weasley's proud smile and clapping on the shoulder.

Ron and Ginny jumping up and down, while Fred and George taunted him mercilessly about something or another.

Percy was standing close by and held out his hand formally to Bill who laughed and yanked him close for a hug. "Stop it with formality Percy!"

Harry stood there shyly, feeling the heat attack him and slip underneath the cooling charms over him. He felt very out of place at this little reunion. He pushed his glasses once again up his nose, wishing to God he had contacts.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Harry's head snapped up, lucky he could pass the colour off as the heat. His skin was a ghost white otherwise.

Ron beamed. "Bill! This is my best mate Harry. I've told you lots about him." His friend yanked him by his skinny forearm bringing him closer to the gorgeous once Head Boy.

"Hi," Harry said shyly and it caused a smooth chuckle to come from Bill.

"It is a pleasure Harry Potter," he said honestly holding out his hand for Harry.

Harry blushed and brought his shoulders up slightly. What was this Weasley brother doing to him? Harry wanted to know. "Nice to meet you." He was astounded by the firm grip Bill had as he placed his smaller hand inside of the man's calloused one.

The Weasleys all had rooms at the nearby lodge. The sleeping situation however was a little difficult.

Molly was fussing about moving Ron into the twin's room. No one liked that idea and Harry's eyes were unusually wide at the idea of staying in a room by himself with Ginny.

He couldn't help but feel like a nuisance and kept his arms at his side and his eyes on the floor waiting for someone to sort it out. He could have paid for his own room but the Weasleys wouldn't hear of it. He'd brought a sack of gold just in case anyway.

Bill stepped up behind Harry and placed his hands on the boy's small shoulders making him flinch involuntarily. Gushing again with nerves and shyness, Harry gazed up at the gorgeous man that was smiling down him. He winked. "How about this mum, I have an extra room in my flat. Why don't Harry stay with me?"

Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Oh that would be wonderful Bill! You're such a doll!"

"Great, while you guys are getting settled in, I'll take Harry and his things." He reached out for the two shrunken duffle bags from his father and guided the boy out the door and back into the hot Egyptian air. "You don't mind do you?" Bill asked as soon as they were out of the other Weasleys way.

"Not at all," Harry answered quietly. "Thank you for having me."

He chuckled. "You are too polite! I take it Ron and the twins haven't rubbed off on you yet."

Harry giggled in the same quiet fashion and began to chew on his lip again, wondering what to say and also wondering vaguely why he was feeling flustered with this man so close. He was explosive to Harry and doing something to his body that he had never experienced. "Not yet." He was aware of the man's hand on his opposite shoulder and the feel of his bare arm against his head. He was very small compared to Bill.

"Well, it's only a matter of time," he teased with a wild smirk.

A small white cottage appeared just off the beaten path of the Gringotts Headquarters and Lodge where the Weasleys were staying.

There was an actual door instead of a curtain. The inside was exceptionally cool. The furniture was extremely modern, black, and white everything with a hint of crimson. The sitting room was handkerchief like and there was a hall that led to three rooms and curved threshold that obviously went to Bill's kitchen and makeshift dining room.

"Very small, but it's only me."

"It's nice," Harry said timidly.

"Good!" He showed Harry too a small guest bedroom. It was draped in the colours of Gryffindor and had one small window with a golden drape hiding the sun from the inside.

"Evan smaller, I hope you don't mind?"

"I've been in smaller," he said by way of answer, causing Bill to look at him confused.

"Smaller than this?" He asked incredulous.

Harry nodded. "Mhmm loads smaller. Thank you Bill."

Smirking, "No problem, it's nice to finally meet the Harry Potter."

It couldn't be helped; he was red again. Harry gazed down at his old trainers, which were three times his size. "Ah, well."

"My God, I didn't expect you so tiny."

What was it about small things today? "I'm barely thirteen," Harry tried desperately to defend but it was a losing argument. He knew he was little.

"Yes but Ron's a head an a half taller than you."

Harry felt a bit aggravated at this, scrunched his nose before raising his head, and for the first time his bright green eyes pierced the eldest brother. "Yes, well Ron also gets fed three meals a day. I doubt he's ever starved a day in his life or slept in a cupboard for ten years," he retorted coldly.

Bill's eyes became massive, shock was everywhere, but Harry didn't care. He stood there, face having gone from shy to stony.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," his voice was guilt ridden making Harry grimace inwardly.

He knew the man hadn't meant it and he knew he shouldn't have snapped like that. "It's okay Bill, I'm sorry, my size is kind of a touchy thing with me lately," he confessed.

Bill chuckled good-naturedly. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't saying that in a bad way," he insisted having realized that Harry thought he was making fun of him.

"What do you mean?"

"There's advantages to being as small as you. You're a Seeker aren't you?"

"Mhmm." What did that have to do with anything Harry wondered? He noticed Bill's eyes tracing him over. The colour flooded back into his face. He backed up and sat on the bed.

Bill smiled. "I think you'll do well here, Harry. If you need, the shower is next door to you to freshen up. Also, I would suggest you not wearing anything black. The sun will soak right through any cooling charms. My room is right across the hall in case of an emergency at night or whatever. I'll leave you for a freshen up and see about dad and mum.' He winked. "Be comfortable here Harry." He walked out, leaving the almost thirteen-year-old to stare at the half open door.

(o)

Wow, Bill Weasley thought stopping in his sitting room and turning back toward the hall.

Harry Potter… was a small adolescent. He was tiny even. When he took the boy's hand, felt his wrist, and saw the ghostly complexion, those livid sparkling emerald eyes of shyness. Bill couldn't believe it. This child rid them of Voldemort.

How? How could it be? He was so innocent, so delicate. Bill was in fear of breaking him. It was like he was a glass doll.

Ron never told him about Harry's home-life. Nor did he ever say anything about the boy being so small. All he heard was how Harry defeated Voldemort twice, saved their little sister, and killed a basilisk.

…. HOW? Bill's mind demanded once again, as he brushed out of the cottage and back toward the lodge. How did something that frail… he shook his head visibly? Starved? Cupboard? Absolutely insane.

Ten minutes with Harry Potter and he was already a puzzle, an enigma.

Bill would unravel him, pull out the puzzle, and figure him out. He had forty-two-days to do so.

"Oh, Bill, Bill! Do you have anywhere we can set up for Harry's birthday?" Ron asked hopeful.

"Birthday?" He queried entering the main sitting room of the little flat they rented.

"Harry's birthday is two Saturday's away, the poor dear, I was hoping to make him a big ol' cake!" His mother said brightly. "I have his sweater knitted. He's hardly grown."

He was suddenly seeing a picture in the back of his mind of Harry in a small cupboard. He resisted a wince of pain at the image. "I'm sure I can arrange something with the goblins, have it one of the dining halls. No problem." He would have to get him a little something for his birthday. He wondered what?

Perfect eyesight? New wardrobe? Perhaps both. Hmm. Bill's mind was wondering as everyone talked about the mechanics of Harry's birthday.

He had to do something. He wanted to unravel the logic puzzle that was Harry tonight. He needed too.

(o)

Harry slipped into a white oversized t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants that were too big and kind of ripped in the knees. But he didn't care. His hair was wet and falling all over the place. He stared blearily into the mirror, before shaking his head again and wrenching open the door. When he came out, he collided with the tall form of Bill.

"Whoa there little raven," Bill chuckled gently taking him by the arms.

Harry marveled at how hard Bill felt simply running into him. "I'm sorry! I - I can't see." He held out his glasses pathetically.

"Hmm, obviously but you know. You look so much better without those things," he took the glasses from Harry's hands. His eyes searching the boy's face while he was half blind.

He looked so much different in this light, without those obstructing glasses. The boy was definitely going to have his sight repaired. He grinned, when Harry blushed furiously and bowed his head sheepish.

"Much, better," Bill purred letting him go. "I bet I could find a proper Potions Prescription for you." While Harry was still too thin and short, he didn't look so shrunken anymore. He was still displeased with his wardrobe but decided that he would remedy that later.

"Could you?" Harry asked thoughtfully. "I didn't know there was such a potion. Then again, my potions is horrendous."

"Snape's fault I'm sure."

Harry scowled. "He hates me more than anyone in the school."

Bill chuckled. "He hates everybody Harry."

"He takes his hatred for me to a whole new level, Bill."

"No idea why. You are pleasant."

"Am I really?" Harry muttered dubiously before taking his glasses back and placing them over his eyes. Everything came back in focus and he blinked several times.

Bill smirked. "I'm definitely replacing those things!" He tapped the boy on the nose and winked at the gushing Gryffindor. "We'll talk about this later. Mum wants to have dinner soon."

"Okay." Harry went and dropped his stuff off in the guest room before leaving the cool cottage with Bill.

The sky was dark but it still looked day due to all the sand and white in the area. The weather was warm and everyone ate outside on picnic benches. Harry was between Ron and Bill. Fred and George were making a joke of everything. It was a nice flamboyant evening with the Weasleys.

Tomorrow they would start with the pyramids and then work their way through toward the tombs that were the safest.

Over the next few days, Harry silently observed Bill and his every move. He was so graceful. Harry found himself staring far too long as the man's hands lifted heavy boulders, not risking magic near certain tombs and pyramids in fear of a backlash of curses.

He didn't look it but he was strong. The way the sweat glittered on his skin, he wore thin open tunics nearly every day and the skintight trousers. They must have been much more cooler than what everyone else was wearing.

Whenever Bill began to look his way however, Harry would quickly pretend to be looking at something else.

Harry was trying to understand why he couldn't take his eyes off the older male. Why was he attracted?

It wasn't right for a boy to be attracted to another guy… he remembered his aunt and uncle mocking same sex partners from the TV that tried to adopt children or get married and were denied.

He wondered how it was in the wizarding world. Was it just as bad? Like the blood? His eyes traced the curves of Bill's thighs up toward his perfect torso. He met the man's face, which was concentrating on the pyramid in front of him. Again, Bill made to look up and he looked away. Harry was playing a silent game. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone off with Ron and Ginny who had been complaining about the bathroom for over two hours.

Percy went off by himself to explore.

Fred and George came over to him and clasped him on the back. "Hello there little gorgeous," They cooed making Harry blush and groan.

"What do you want?" Harry asked dubiously.

"What we want you're too young for!" Fred no doubt it was said tauntingly.

Bill chuckled quietly when he heard this and Harry's cheeks burnt even more. Oh god, how could they say that in front of him? "Idiots!" He groused aloud. It was all he could think of.

"So you say, can we be your idiots?" George asked with a blinding smile.

This was the first time the two boys had taunted him about anything remotely dirty. Harry was feeling a flushed side affect, not to mention he had been staring at Bill trying to figure out why he was attracted to this man.

Fred leered suggestively at him. "Yeah, I'd love to be his idiot. We could teach him all kinds of things."

"Corrupt him, we could!"

Oh no!

Harry groaned and buried his face into his hands. Well, he didn't know how this world saw things but Fred and George must have caught him staring. How embarrassing.

"Leave him alone you gits," Bill said however his voice was too full of amusement to be serious.

"Awe, we don't want to leave him alone! He's so cute." Fred pressed in against his back and planted a kiss to his cheek.

By now, he was glowing. Harry scowled and tried to brush him off, but it was useless. Hot, too hot under the collar all things considering.

George smirked. "Mhmm, he's getting bigger!"

"Our little boy is growing up," Fred cooed squeezing the raven boy who was now very flustered.

"Would you cut it out?" Harry elbowed Fred not so nicely in the ribs, causing him to grunt and George to burst out laughing.

"You're scaring him," Bill groused. "Come over here Harry, I want to show you something."

"Anything, just get me away from them." Harry scrambled over as the twin's pouted.

"You don't love us," Fred moaned.

"Yeah, you left us for an older man!" George sulked and crossed his arms.

Harry by this time was about to pass out of embarrassment. He gave them the finger and said quite mildly. "Fuck off!"

Bill, Fred, and George stared in shock before all three of them burst out laughing.

"We are so hurt," Fred mocked.

"Yeah, so hurt in fact, we're going to go shove Percy in a Pyramid," George sniffed. "Come Freddy, let's go find our other brother."

"Coming right up Georgy, this is going to take a lot to get over." They fake sobbed and walked away leaving Harry to moan and drop to the ground.

Bill snickered. "Too much for you?"

"Mhmm," he hummed in humiliation. Stupid twins. He could kick them right in the… well… yeah.

"They're always doing that," Bill mused. "You get used to them after a while."

"They've never done that before," he mumbled under his breath.

Bill smirked. "See this?"

Harry shifted and moved onto his knees. "Uhm," he stared down in the hole. "A hole?" But he blinked when he heard a soft hissing.

'I ssee light, I am going to feasst on whoever woke me up, the insolence of othersss.'

Harry gasped and shoved Bill out of the way causing the redhead to grab a hold of him in shock. A slithering serpent of a dark red colour lurched out at them barely missing their feet.

'Stop now!' Harry demanded in Parseltongue, he spun around with seeker like reflexes, shielding Bill completely from the bobbing serpent.

'Speaker!'

'Yes, and I said stop!'

'But Master of Snakes, he woke me up!'

Stunned at the name, Harry glared at the snake. 'He had no idea you were there. He's a curse breaker. You leave him and any redhead you come across alone. We will not hurt you or attack.'

'Yes Master,' it lowered its head.

"Harry?" Bill clutched him on the shoulders and drew Harry close until his back was touching the man's strong toned chest. The attack had happened so quick that he didn't register what was happening until he saw Harry's small back and heard the hissing.

Gulping at the close contact, Harry watched the snake shamefully slither back into its hole. "I'm sorry, it was going to attack…" His heart was beating furiously.

"Are you alright?" Bill asked him.

Harry rolled his eyes and glanced down at the hands on him. "I'm just fine Bill. He didn't dare bite me. I can talk to him."

"Wow," Bill breathed in awe. "That's amazing."

"Is it?" Harry asked dubiously. "Isn't it a Dark Wizard trait?"

"That's rubbish," Bill slowly unwound his arms from Harry and slid around. "Why did you block me?" He asked sharply. "You shouldn't have shielded me like that." Harry could have been attacked and hurt! He couldn't imagine having to tend to a crumpled Harry curled up in a ball with poison in his veins. He shuddered at the thought. He was too small to hurt.

"I can stop him, you couldn't have! I heard him speaking you woke him up."

Bill snorted, "Woke him up?"

"Yes," Harry's cheeks were even more coloured. His eyes fell away from Bill's gorgeous sitting form. The way he was at that second looked like some God across the sand. He was sweaty, tan, and one leg bent while the other stretched. He had some dust on his right cheek and some stray long red hairs falling into his eyes.

That was it! He knew it. He liked men.

"Now, what is in that hole besides a cranky snake?" Harry said in his most neutral voice he could muster, but his eyes were wide with distinct horror and shock.

Bill noticed his eyes. They told on him and he wondered what it was he was stunned over. "I detected an entrance to this pyramid that I've been trying to get into for the past three weeks. It's proved to be a bitch!"

"Oh, I see. One second." He turned toward the hole. 'Hey! You sleepy, cranky snake,' Harry called.

'Yes Master?' It called slithering back up into the light. Bill gasped in astonishment.

'Is there an entrance to the pyramid down there?'

'Entrance?' It hissed out. 'I don't know any entrance.'

'How far does your hole go?' Harry asked it.

'Stops on something hard and circular.'

"Hard and circular?' Harry asked in English to Bill.

"Really?" Bill perked up.

"He doesn't know what an Entrance is."

"How does he know it's circular then?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not asking it."

Bill laughed quietly. "Can I get down there?"

"Er-" Harry turned to the hole. 'Snakey? Can my friend come into your hole? We'll make you a new one.'

'Can I come with you back to your hole?'

Harry frowned and winced. "Er-" He turned to Bill. "Can I take him with us?"

Bill blinked owlishly. "To my cottage?" He asked incredulously at the thought.

Harry blushed and gave a nod. "I think he's lonely and needs a place to go."

"A lonely snake?"

"Mhmm, I'm sure they too get lonely." He knew how it felt to be so alone.

Bill saw another flash in Harry's emerald eyes and for the second time he wanted to know what it meant. "Right… uhm… it won't attack us will it?" He was going to say yes anyway, he couldn't stand that glitter whatever it was… it was a negative emotion he knew that.

"No, good thing about me being a speaker, it thinks I'm a Master." He rolled his eyes toward the redhead for a fact.

"Oh, that's - fine then. Yes, you can take him… I suppose."

'Come up, Durmiente.'

"Durmiente? What is that?"

'Your new name. I can't keep calling you Snakey, unless you have a name?'

'What is a name?'

'It's what you are called,' Harry said holding out his arm.

Bill watched with morbid fascination as the snake slithered in coils around Harry's small delicate wrist and then up his forearm. It was a strange thing to shiver in the middle of a sweltering desert, but Harry's Parseltongue abilities was making him do so. It was so elegant and strange.

'No, I am called nothing, but Durmiente is fine. What are you called Master?'

'Harry.'

'Master Harry…'

'Er - can you make it just Harry?'

'No, you are a Master of Snakes. You are Master, I am honoured that you agreed to take me. I am lonesome.'

Harry's heart lurched and he went out to the poor fellow. 'Awe, well you won't be alone anymore, just don't bite anyone.' He turned to Bill. "Hole is clear."

"Fascinating!" Bill gasped.

"Not really," Harry muttered and snickered when the snake licked his cheek.

"Yes, it is," he argued and then shifted toward the hole. "I guess I should manually dig."

"I can help!"

"It's okay Harry, you don't have too." The boy was far too nice. Always wanting to help someone. Bill wondered if anyone ever truly helped him though.

"We both know that. But I want too. Got a shovel?"