I do not own Harry potter.. and will make no money or become famous from this story..boo hoo ;)

I found this story on my other account.. anyone who had read my other stuff knows i'm usually a snarry girl but i still loved it..so i've re-edited it.

Tell me what you think..;) Sorry to people that author alert me if this was published twice, my computer crashed so published it again..sorry ;(

warning .. bit of fantasy action at the moment...will deserve it's M rating in later chapters .

Harry stretched, feeling muscles lengthen and ache at the strain. He had been visiting Grimmauld Place. A barely suppressed yawn slipped from his mouth as he stared at the dusty bedroom ceiling. Frustration building steadily and the urge to do something, anything to relieve the boredom of being there. Dumbledore had informed Harry in no uncertain terms that he would be staying there for the duration of the summer...no trips, no going out.

no bloody life!

Harry could not deny that he loved being here with Sirius, his heart still skipped a beat at the thought that he had come so close to losing him in the department of mysteries that night, nearly 3 years ago still awoke some nights, covered in sweat, heart threatening to burst from his chest and the vision of that one brief moment, Sirius had fallen back through the veil and was gone. Thankfully, that night Harry had pushed him over and Bellatrix's curse had missed the glad to be with Sirius, he desperately had hoped now that he was nearly 17, he would have a chance to go and have a life

FLASHBACK

Harry paced frantically outside Dumbledore's office, chanting to himself, his voice hushed in the empty corridor.

"Please don't make me go back to them, please, please"

Harry didn't know what he would do if he had to go back to the Dursley's for another summer. Dudley's abuse had gotten worse and he had began to make Harry feel uncomfortable with the strange leers he gave him

."Bloody great...I find out I like men and Dudley fancies me...eeewwww that just wrong!"A shadow crossed his face, he gasped and stepped back. Taking in the sight of the formidable dark robes of Professor Snape.

"What wonderful reflexes you have Mr Potter, I surprised that with your constant ability to have your head in the clouds that the Dark Lord has not succeeded in killing you" the smooth dark voice dripped with disdain.

Great Greasy Bat! Harry thought as he followed him into Dumbledore's office.

"Harry, my dear boy...lemon drop?" Dumbledore smiled as he welcomed them inside "Ahh Severus..I see you got my message, tea?"

"No, thank you Sir" They both replied.

"Harry, I have great news for you..no Dursley's this summer".

Harry nearly ran across the room and hugged the man, he went to move forward, stopping when he saw Snape glaring at him from the corner of his eye.

"Fantastic! can I be with Sirius?" Harry's head already filled with all the things he could do with his godfather, so preoccupied with planning all the fun he would have that he almost missed the reply

"Well, yes, but I must insist that you do not leave Grimmald Place..at all during the time," Harry went to protest, "Voldemort is still a huge threat for you, it will be safer...I'm sorry, Harry but its for your own good."

"But...the burrow. I said I would see Ron," Harry felt the tears threatening to brim in his eyes, his heart sinking as he whispered the next words, " I want a life."

"A LIFE!" Dumbledore shouted, making Harry stumble back with the shock.

Dumbledore never shouts at me, he thought miserably.

"FOLLOW MY ORDERS!"

Harry stared at his feet, his cheeks flaming , he looked up and saw a look on Snape's face that he never thought he would ever see...sympathy.

End of Flashback

so here I am stuck here...bored shitless and its only the first week.

He got out of bed and wondered what job's he would have for today, his arms, shoulders and thighs still sore from cleaning the attic. Sirius deciding that while he had the time with Harry he would clean Grimmauld Place, the back breaking work from yesterday giving Harry a painfully reminder every time he moved.

Oh the diary...didn't even get a chance to read it yet.

The dusty box sat in the corner of his room, having found it packed in a trunk. Hidden at the back of the attic, surrounding and obscured by piles of junk. Curious, Harry had asked Sirius about it, His Godfather insisting that he didn't recognise the box. His curiosity pecked, Harry had taken the box to his room to inspect it, the large ornate chest was made of a dark oak. Surprised when Harry opened it to reveal a name carved into the inside of the lid, determined to ask the man when he saw him.

This chest belongs to Remus Lupin

If found please return to rightful owner.

A Various collection of objects littered the inside of the dusty box, Harry eyes immediately drawn to two things, a black velvet smaller box tucked in the corner and a red leather bound diary. Opening the large book expecting to see Remus' sprawling print written inside, stunned by a elegant, flowing script, the name on the inside not Remus'.

This diary belongs to Melody Angeline LeVell

Aged 15 (nearly sixteen.. three months away!)

Private and strictly need to know information contained.. Do not touch or I'll hex your boobs off. that's right I mean you Rebecca Nott!

Nott? As in Theodore Nott?

Who the hell is Melody LeVell and why does Remus have her diary?

Disturbed from his thoughts by the sound of the floo flaring to life, Remus' voice echoed through the house. Harry was glad of someone new to talk to, not that he didn't love his time with Sirius but reliving his Marauder's days was losing it's appeal.

James and I did this…it was so funny when we pulled that prank on Snivellous.

Berating himself for feeling so mean about his godfather, knowing that the man was just as much a prisoner as he was. During his conversations with Sirius, Harry had discovered that Remus came to visit a lot even warranting his own room in the house. Not that it seemed that he stayed much in it, Harry surmised that he either left or sometimes slept on the settee downstairs. Rousing himself from his bed to go down and see the two men, hoping that this time there would be something exciting to do, praying for news from the burrow.

Sirius sat moodily at the kitchen table, looking at Remus with a frown on his face, blue eyes watching the pacing werewolf. Harry stopped just outside the door, out of his line of sight but close enough to hear.

"I've already said I haven't seen the box." Sirius huffed out, bringing his hand to his face in frustration. Obvious by his Godfather's face that he was expected an argument about it . Harry's ears pricked up at the mention of the box.

could he mean the one I found? why is he so upset?

"You know that the contents are important...I promised to look after it," his voice trailed off muffled by his hand to his face, Sirius' eye softened as he took in his friend's demeanour, "...You know when.." Harry strained forward, unable to hear the next words.

Sirius got up and walked over to Remus, lifting his arms and wrapping them lightly around his friend. Remus automatically wrapped his around Sirius's waist and buried his face in his shoulder. Harry smiled at the gesture between the two men, glad to see that they had fully restored their earlier friendship. Then they did something that nearly made Harry swallow his tongue. Remus lifted his face and looked up to Sirius, who sighed and leaned in lightly brushing his lips with his own.

shit...they're kissing...I must be dreaming...right that's it.. dreaming...I'll wake up in a minute all snug in my bed

Harry's heart began to race at the sight, Sirius' hand gripping Remus' coat tightly, his knuckles white with the intensity of his grasp. The brushing of lips deepening into a heated embrace, both men closing their eyes and surrendering to the moment.

I will not watch two attractive men kiss ..attractive.. I shouldn't see them like that... they're both sodding hot...bad Harry...oh god I think I just saw tongue.. yep definitely tongue.. wow Remus is going to eat Sirius's face off...oh god. I will not get hard, I will not get hard!

The words a chant in Harry's head as his body responded to the vision in front of him, Remus pushing Sirius against the edge of the table and a low moan escaped from his Godfather made Harry's cock twitch. Embarrassed and ashamed at spying on the private moment, Harry moved back slowly from the doorway, hoping to beat a hasty retreat. When a pop next to him made him jump.

Kreacher stood glaring at him "Master Potter is wanting breakfast?" Harry shook his head, lifting his hands in a shushing gesture.

Kreacher looked through the kitchen door and scowled. "I see Master Black," he spat his name with disdain, his face full of disgust "Is already eating" a with that he disappeared with a pop and a huff.

Harry suddenly got a huge fit of the giggles, clasping his hand over his mouth trying to keep the noise inside.

who knew Kreacher could be funny..at least my hard on has gone down.

That thought just made Harry laugh harder."where were you in potions class when I needed you?"

"Something funny?" Sirius said casually in the doorway, Harry noted that his mouth looked a bit red and bitten, and had to fight the blush he could feel building.

"Just remembering a joke Ron told me...nothing interesting." Harry looked up and saw Remus standing just behind Sirius in the kitchen, trying to adjust his clothes.

"I think I might have a shower before breakfast, if that's ok" Harry said over his shoulder as he bounded back up the stairs, he could feel his face flaming. There was no way at that moment he could have sat with them, it was all so confusing and he needed time to think.and wank?

...no,no,no I will not wank over them...I want to look at that diary.

Thankful of thinking of a distraction from the errant thoughts that were filling his head, the sound of Sirius' moans reverberating deep inside him and his heart still pounded loudly in his chest. Eyes instantly fixed on the diary it was just where he had left it, on the nightstand by the bed. Bound in red leather, it appeared old and well used. He had only got as far as looking at the first page before going down for breakfast. His stomach growled reminding him that he had not eaten. Ignoring its increasing rumbles, determined not to go down until both of the men were not around to see his flushed face, frightened that they would see it written all over his face.

March 23rd

God, Binns is so boring If I have to sit through another boring lesson, I'm performing a séance and ridding the world of that teacher. Rachel (such a know it all) keeps insisting that we need to learn this..why? She never answers when I ask...I personally think she doesn't know.

On a more serious note...I dreamt about him again.

This time we were by the lake, I had just walked out of the water and my nightdress was stuck to me, when I looked down you could see everything but I didn't feel embarrassed just really turned on. He was standing there waiting for me with his arms open, wearing just a pair of jeans...why jeans...I've never seen him in anything but robes...Rachel again says I really fancy muggles and its some sort of repressed thing.

What a load of crap.. I said earning one of those 'I'm right, you're wrong' scowls.. its because I think he would look so sexy in just them...tight and black, showing his muscled legs and how hard he is for me...I wonder if he's really that big.. I hope he is. Back to my dream

About time...this is really interesting...even if she is a girl

I walked straight into his arms, like I belonged there. He felt so strong and warm against my wet skin, I rubbed myself up against him and he moaned...I swear diary that moan goes straight between my legs, making me wetter and ready for him. "lie down" he says, his voice husky and strained.

I slide down him and brush my breasts against his chest.. he's so hard, his jeans bulging. I want to taste him and I tell him. He laughs and looks down at me. "Next time" he whispers in my ear as he lays me back on the grass, lifting my night dress over my head, leaving me naked beneath him. I don't feel ashamed though, his eyes seem to drink in every inch of me. My legs open unconsciously, he fits between them and I can feel his cock pushing against me through the rough material of the jeans. He kisses me, long sweet kisses and I feel like a could just melt in his arms. I want to move and wiggled against him, his breath puffs into my mouth as he moans. Then I can feel him twitch against me, long and thick, rubbing just in the right spot.

"Harry, are you coming down for breakfast!" Remus shouted from downstairs. Harry looked at the diary, sighing and popped it under his mattress.

can't let anyone find it till I've read it...steamy stuff...even I'm turned on...that mysterious man.

Reluctantly, Harry put the diary under his bed , the desire to read more at the forefront of his mind as he went down to have his breakfast.

Harry lay in bed, trying to sleep, the covers pushed down low on his hips. Chest bare due to the heat, sweat cooling on his skin. He tried to get the diary out of his head. Sirius had kept him busy all day and he had collapsed into bed earlier but now sleep seemed to be evading him.

maybe I should read a bit more...or should I try and clear my mind

Harry nearly laughed out loud at that thought, smiling as he remembered the last failed occlumency lesson.

Flashback

"You're not trying hard enough!" Snape spat, his face bright red as he seethed at Harry.

Harry lay panting on the floor, he glared up at the man. Frustrated and angry at the potion master's attitude towards his training, training he hadn't asked for anyway.

"You never give me time!" He retorted.

Snape sneered down at him, raising an eyebrow and the disdain was written all over his face.

"TIME! Do you think the Dark Lord will give you time, Potter!"

Harry struggled to stand ,he'd be damned if he'd lay on the floor and take Snape's shit.

"Then help me.. you bastard!" Harry snapped his jaw shut as the last word shot out of his mouth.

Fuck.. he's going to kill me. Harry thought, bracing himself for the hexing he was about to receive.

Then Snape did something he'd never of expected, he laughed. Harry opened his eyes that he hadn't been aware had been squeezed shut. Snape stood there in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Well done Mr Potter, finally got a backbone," a small smile on the dour man's face, Harry wondered if he had been hexed and was already dead, "Now lets talk about how to help you clear your muddled mind."

"You mean like hypnosis?" Harry asked, dubious about letting Snape put him in a trance. Visions of walking around his office clucking like a chicken appeared in his head. He nearly laughed out loud and found himself smiling at Snape.

"Don't be silly Potter…Why would I use muggle hocus pocus," he replied , his voice strangely strained, "Surely there must be something that you do that completely relaxes you," he continued by making a crude hand gesture.

Harry nearly choked on his own saliva, his mind nearly shutting down when he realized what he was suggesting.

I can't believe he's telling me to wank...my life couldn't get any weirder.

End flashback

Harry lay there with a grin on his face, his hand slowly travelling down his chest. A shudder passed through him as he dragged a fingernail across his nipple. Shoving the covers down to the foot of the bed, he gazed down to his erection that was tenting the front of his pyjama's. Pre-come leaking from the head ,soaking through the material causing a patch to appear. He pushed them down, past his thighs until they joined the covers. The cooler air brushing over his heated erection, the sensation making him bit his lip to hold in the moan. He gasped and arched his back as he wrapped a callused hand around his dripping length. The friction wasn't right because its was too dry, he brought his hand up and licked his palm. His taste buds and tongue savouring the bitter taste of the fluid gathered at the head of his engorged length. He closed his eyes as he slowly pumped his shaft, thinking of someone else's hand, rough like his. Imagining dry lips against his, tongues duelling and tasting him.

"Oh..yes..yes." he whimpered, his voice low and husky.

He moaned, thankful for remembering to cast a silencing charm before bed. He thought about the diary and the description of the mystery man, dark and hidden in the shadows. Harry wondered what it would feel like to have the weight of a man on top of him, cocks rubbing against each other as they kissed.

"Fuck." the words spilled from his lips at the thought of someone touching him, fingers gripping his skin firmly and tightly.

The dark man would take control, pinning his hands above his head, kissing down his neck. Harry's hand moved faster, chasing his release. Imagining lips sliding down his chest, licking his nipples, Harry reached up and licked his fingers then ran them over his nipples. His breath coming in pants as the fantasy progressed. A vision of hot mouth suddenly engulfing his cock, Harry nearly screamed at the image in his head, he pictured reaching down to run his hand through jet black hair.

He could feel his release approaching, that tingling tight feeling in his balls and abdomen. Suddenly the picture in his head changed, instead of dark hair, it became soft blonde almost white hair, Harry couldn't stop his hand, his body desperate to come. In his mind's eyes he looked down to see blue almost grey eyes filled with lust as he thrust in and out of the willing mouth. His eyes snapped open, just as his orgasm hit, back arching and spurting all over his chest, powerless to stop. Mind reeling as he realised that he knew he had seen those eyes before. Weakly, he stopped touching himself, his balls still emptying themselves. As his heart rate returned to normal, he managed to cast a scourgify before succumbing to sleep. The last thought filling his mind, causing a strange butterfly feeling in his stomach and his mind to feel jumbled.

I just came thinking of Draco bloody Malfoy...my life is over.