Okay, I have a lot of A/N for you guys on this chapter.

Now, first things first, if some of you guys noticed this fic is now an M-rated fic, but it isn't because I wanted to write smut for the fun of writing smut. This smut is very plot related. If you're uncomfortable with that, that's fine, I totally understand. You can skip the second half of this chapter and I'll do a brief sum up of what happened in the next chapter's A/N.

Secondly, anything in this first half that's in Italics came directly from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It's all the work of the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling, who I could never dream of reaching her talent level. I'm not claiming it as my own. Anything after the Italicised print is mine, however.

Thirdly, I'd love to make a shout out to Lost Lovegood who helped me with the smut. This is my first time writing lemons of any sort (though I have read more than my fair share of smutty things) and it was hella awkward to write about the male physique when I'm not attracted to men at all. :P (Lesbians ftw!)

Lastly, enjoy the next chapter. Like I said, the smut is plot related, feel free to skip over it if it makes you uncomfortable.

"Avada Kedavra!"


The band was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead centre of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring kill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in hand, staring down at his enemy's shell.

One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last‒

All Harry wanted to do was escape the crowd, the masses of people that surrounded him, drowned him. He hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, he'd just defeated the Dark Lord, and all he wanted to do was find a quiet room with a soft bed and curl up and sleep for at least twelve hours. But he was stuck here, in the mass of bodies, listening to everyone cheer and congratulate him. He didn't see Anubis in the sea of bodies that surrounded him and he couldn't help the fact that his heart dropped. Anubis was there with him for this whole ordeal, save for the final face-off between him and Voldemort, Harry only thought that he'd be there at the end of it too.

Eventually, Luna found him and dragged him away from the crowd and into an empty classroom. "Someone's been looking for you," she said dreamily.

Harry opened his mouth to politely decline and state that he just wanted to sleep, when he saw Anubis in the classroom, leaning against a desk that had been upturned in the battle. Harry smiled brightly and ran to embrace his boyfriend. Anubis's arms wrapped around Harry and he buried his head in Harry's neck. "I'm so proud of you, Harry. So, so proud."

Harry laughed weakly. "You and everyone else."

Anubis leaned back and looked at Harry for a while before speaking again. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Harry nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please."

Anubis smiled and kissed Harry softly before murmuring, "Let's go." Anubis grabbed Harry's Invisibility Cloak and draped it over the two of them. He took Harry's hand in his and led him out of the castle and toward Hogsmeade Village. Once inside the village, Anubis stopped and turned to Harry. "Think you can apparate us to Grimmauld place?"

Harry nodded and pulled Anubis into an embrace. He concentrated on the house that his late godfather had left him, he turned and then the sensation of being stuffed into a tube that was too small engulfed him. Before he got used to the sensation, it was over. Anubis gently tugged him in the direction of what was Sirius's room, which was now Harry's. He let Anubis do all the work of turning down the sheets, undressing him down to his boxer shorts, and then helping him get into bed. He felt fingers comb through his hair before he lost consciousness.

Harry woke to the feeling of lips caressing the back of his neck in feather light kisses. He smiled into the pillow as Anubis continued to press soft kisses onto the sensitive skin.

Soft kisses quickly turned into soft nips. He felt Anubis shift until his chest was lightly resting on Harry's upper back. This new position gave him better access to more of Harry's neck. Harry moaned softly when Anubis found a nice place to put a fresh hickey. Anubis chuckled, the sound was lower than normal, deepened with arousal. "Afternoon, sunshine."

Harry opened his eyes fully and looked at the bed-side clock. He tried to make out the time that the small hands were pointing to, but without his glasses all he saw was a blur. "Wha' time's it?" he asked groggily.

"I'd say it's around three pm. You slept all day." He went back to the hickey and continued to kiss, nibble, and suck on it.

Harry tried to think of a response, but all the blood in his body was quickly rushing south due to his boyfriend's attention. "Anubis," he moaned after a particularly hard suck. "Let me turn over. Wanna kiss you."

Anubis lifted himself just enough for Harry to turn onto his back. Once he was in position, lips and tongues collided in pent up passion. It had been a very long time since they made out, or even kissed. The hunt for the horcruxes had them both on edge. They didn't do much of anything romantic while they were out looking for the pieces of Voldemort's soul. It felt so nice to be held by his boyfriend and to just kiss him.

Anubis shifted and pushed his leg between Harry's knees. Harry was too mind-numb from his boyfriend's amazing kissing skills, to realize that he was spreading his legs for Anubis to settle between them. And Anubis did just that.

They broke apart in order to catch their breath. "Harry, missed you so much. Missed this." Anubis leaned down for another kiss. "Gods, look at you. You're so beautiful."

Harry blushed deeply and looked away from Anubis's stare. He felt, rather than heard, Anubis growl in disapproval. Anubis grabbed his chin gently and moved him back to face him. "You are. You're the most beautiful creature that I've ever seen." He leaned back down and captured Harry's lips in a passionate kiss, his hands moving down to caress Harry's bare chest.

Harry whimpered when Anubis's fingers brushed over his nipples. Anubis grinned and nipped at Harry's bottom lip. "Sensitive?"

"Well, yeah. I've never been touched there before," he gasped as Anubis continued to toy with his nipples, rolling and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. "Anubis, please!" he begged, moving his hips to meet Anubis's.

Anubis groaned as their arousals brushed. "Harry, don't do that unless you mean business. I won't be able to stop myself if you continue that," he ground out, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself over Harry and keeping their bodies from touching too much.

"Please," he begged. "I want to. I want you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, damn it! I'm sure. I just want…"

"Okay," Anubis whispered, almost as if talking to himself. "I got you. I'll take care of you." He leaned down and kissed Harry softly once, twice, three times.

Harry wound his arms around Anubis's waist and slipped under his shirt, sliding the material up his back. Anubis sat back on his heels and shucked the shirt off of his torso.

His torso was much like Harry expected, and yet, nothing like what he expected. Broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, caramel skin covered well-toned muscles, and two dusky nipples were the final touch to make the man above him appear like…well, a god. He could feel his cheeks grow warmer as he took in Anubis's body.

"Like what you see, Potter?" Anubis asked with a small smirk.

At a loss for words, Harry nodded. He hesitantly reached up and touched Anubis's chest, softly at first, then growing braver when Anubis shivered and his smile grew bigger. He traced the smooth lines of muscle from the sharp collar bones all the way down to his navel. A treasure trail of dark hair led from the belly-button all the way down into Anubis's pants. Harry knew where that led and he was scared to let his hands wander that far.

Anubis must have seen his hesitation because he grabbed Harry's hand and gently led it down to the waistband of his pants. "It's okay. I've got you," he whispered.

Harry looked into those dark eyes and he saw love. Love, trust, and lust. So much lust. "Help me," he whispered back. "I wanna see you."

With shaky hands he began to unbutton Anubis's pants. Once the pesky button was undone, Anubis let the zipper down and began to tug his pants off. Harry saw the pronounced bulge in Anubis's underwear and suddenly grew nervous.

That would go inside him. Would it even fit? He knew it'd hurt, but for how long? Would Anubis be slow and gentle, or quick and rough? He tensed in fear as Anubis discarded his pants.

The god leaned down and captured Harry's lips in another kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this? You're really tense."

"Yeah, I'm just…nervous. I've never, um, put anything up…there. How long will it hurt?"

"Hopefully not long. I'll prepare you as best as I can so it doesn't hurt you too much, okay?" He brushed a hand through Harry's hair in a soothing gesture. "If you want to stop just say so and I'll stop. You're running this show."

"Okay," he breathed. "Touch me?"

Anubis leaned down and traced kisses up and down Harry's jawline, neck, and chest. Harry relaxed quickly and gasped out loud when Anubis reached inside his underwear to palm at his erection. His hand wrapped around the length and began to jerk it with practiced ease. Harry was soon squirming and whimpering beneath Anubis's hold. "Off," he gasped. "Take them off."

Anubis complied and peeled Harry's boxer shorts off of his hips. "The gods have outdone themselves this time," he muttered to Harry as he took him in in all his naked glory. He leaned down and kissed, licked, and nipped his way down Harry's chest toward his arousal.

Harry cried out when his cock was engulfed in wet heat. He looked down to see Anubis above his hips as he sucked him. He tried to stop his hips from thrusting into that glorious mouth, but he had little to no control over his body anymore. Anubis didn't seem to mind for the most part either. He moaned and sucked harder, spurring Harry on.

When Harry was approaching the edge, Anubis pulled off with a soft pop and licked a stripe up his length. "Good?"

Harry reached down and tangled his fingers in Anubis's black locks. "Don't stop," he whimpered in protest.

"Later. Let's move on. There's plenty of time for me to suck you off, okay?"

Harry nodded and watched as Anubis sat back on his heels again. He reached out into the air, almost as if looking for something. He smiled when his hand disappeared up to the wrist. He pulled his arm back and in his hand was a tube of lube.

"What was that?"

"The Duat. I'll explain later." He popped the cap and poured some lube onto his fingers and warmed it up. "Lift your hips, please," he instructed as he grabbed a pillow. Harry did as instructed and Anubis slid the pillow under his hips to support him. "Now, this will feel a little funny at first then it will get better. Trust me." He gave Harry a reassuring smile and took up a position between Harry's spread legs again.

Harry closed his eyes and braced himself for the feeling of Anubis's finger inside him for the first time. It did feel a little weird, but as Anubis moved and twisted it, it started to get better. In fact, it started to feel good, really good. He vaguely heard Anubis warn him about a second finger, but he was too far gone for the words to really register.

He bit his lip and tried not to hiss at the burn and stretch that the second finger added. Once again, as Anubis worked his fingers in and out of Harry, the feeling turned pleasant. Before he knew it, three fingers were being pushed in and out of him and it was heavenly.

He cried out in protest when Anubis withdrew his fingers. Lifting his head, he looked down at the god and gasped when he saw his girth. There was no way that was going to fit.

"Yes, it will, with patience and lube, it will. I'll make it good for you." He hadn't realized that he'd said that out loud until Anubis responded. "I'll go slowly."

Harry nodded and pulled Anubis in for a passionate kiss, and then Anubis was pushing in. Slowly, oh so slowly, but that didn't stop the burn. He hissed and tried not to show all the discomfort on his face. "Hurts," he whimpered.

"I know, I'm sorry. Breathe, Harry, just breathe. In, out, in, out. Good boy," Anubis murmured in his ear as he continued to push into the boy beneath him.

Once he was fully seated inside Harry, he paused and let the boy catch his breath and get used to being filled completely. "You're doing so well. God, Harry, you're amazing." He kept murmuring words of encouragement into Harry's ear and pressing sweet kisses along his face and lips.

"Move, please," Harry finally said.

Slowly, Anubis pulled out then pushed back in. Harry gasped at the sensation, moaning as Anubis was once again fully inside him. "More," he groaned.

Anubis complied and began moving faster. Harry cried out when Anubis hit a spot in him that made him see stars. "Anubis! Again, there, please," he begged, breathlessly, as Anubis began to torture that little bundle of nerves that made his toes curl.

Their bodies moved together in an intimate dance of love and passion. As their lovemaking went on, the rougher Anubis got. Nipping at Harry's neck and shoulder, thrusting harder and faster, growling his passion into Harry's ear. "Who do you belong to, Potter?"

"You!" Harry gasped.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I swear. I belong to you, only you, forever. Anubis!" With a final cry of the god's name, Harry came harder than he ever had.

Anubis ground out an, "Oh, shit," and then Harry felt his hips stutter, then still, while he released inside of him. Harry tried to stay conscious, he really did, but with his recent release he was floating on a cloud. He was awake long enough to feel Anubis pull out and wrap him into his arms then he fell asleep, a contented smile on his lips.

So, how bad was it? Lost Lovegood said she liked it, but I wanna know if you guys liked it. Review please, and don't be mean otherwise I will bring the wrath of Horus down on you guys.

Anywho, like I said, I'll do a brief sum up of this at the beginning of chapter 12.

Love you guys. Don't hate me.