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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/OC
  Character:
      Blaise_Zabini, Hermione_Granger, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, Albus
      Dumbledore, Luna_Lovegood, Neville_Longbottom, Weasley_Family_-
      Character, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Confusion, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Venice, Child_Abandonment,
      Regret, Engagement, OCs_-_Freeform, Leap_of_Faith, Slow_To_Update,
      Italiano_|_Italian, Courtship, Not_Canon_Compliant, Manipulative
      Dumbledore, foreign_governments, harry_defies_logic_again
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-01 Words: 1656
****** ON THE VERGE OF LIFE ******
by Ashbelle
Summary
     Harry wakes up in a strange place in a strangers arms with only
     flashes of the night before. Did I mention they’re both stark naked?
     Panic ensues, things break, escape attempts are made and foiled.
     Assurances of safety and promises of the impossible are made. Just
     another adventure in the life of Harry J. Potter! Summary and tags
     subject to change. Slow updates.
Notes
     This kind of came from a dream I had last night. The Italian I got
     from google translate, so if it's wrong or seems awkward tell me and
     I will try to fix it.
Harry can feel the sunlight hitting his eyelids, but he feels too heavy and
exhausted. Too relaxed and warm. Strong arms around him, smooth muscled chest
under him.  Soft breaths on his neck. 
Wait... what?
Arms? Chest? Breaths?
Struggling against the lethargy weighing him down, he heaved his eyes open. The
light was unfiltered and far too bright causing him to groan lowly and squeezed
his eyes shut again for a moment before fluttering them to help them adjust.
once he could see, he stared. 
a luxurious bedroom spanned before him in  creamy whites and greens. It was
hands down the most beautiful room he'd ever been in. Which didn't actually
mean much on second thought.
As he gazed around in awe he realized he was in a rather huge bed(easily twice
the size of his bed in the Gryffindor dorms) layered in light green silky
sheets so soft they felt like waster under his hands. As he ran his fingers
over the material his attention was brought to the arm around his stomach and
the hand on his hip. His very bare stomach and hip. With trepidation he slowly
lifted the sheet and quickly dropped it.
He was naked.
His legs were tangled with the mysterious strangers and he was honestly afraid
to find out who it was.
Without turning he started to try to worm his way out of the arms but they were
like iron and refused to budge. he unintentionally  gave a low whine and
immediately froze. He held his breath, waiting to see if the man would wake.
after a few moments of nothing happening he tried again but this time the arm
tightened as a nose buried itself in his neck. His breath caught while he tried
not to panick.
"What is it, Amore?" rumbled a low voice.
He quickly cast about for something to say, "I-I need t-to use the toilet." He
inwardly winced at his stuttering, his heart thumping hard behind his ribs.
"Mmm... it's the door next to the desk. Don't take too long, Tesoro." Harry
could feel a smile on his neck before an open-mouthed kiss was pressed to his
shoulder and the arms let him go. As quickly as  he could, he scrambled to the
edge of the bed where he dangled them and dropped. Feet barely touched the
floor before his knees gave out and his bum hit the plush carpet. He gasped.
His hips and legs felt strange. Loose. Disjointed.
"Are you alright, Tesoro?"
"Ye-yeah! I'm fine, I just tripped a little." He hurriedly replied.
"Be careful, I won't have you hurt." The man yawned. The sheets rustled a
moment before the room fell quiet again.
Bracing himself on his hands, he crawled to the end corner of the bed to look
for the door spoken of. Spotting it in seconds, Harry made his way as fast as
he could while still trying to be quiet. Cautiously he levered himself against
the doorframe and silently opened it.
With his back to the door and eyes closed, he tried to think how he got into
this mess. The last thing he remembered was Aunt Petunia telling him to pack
his stuff. They had drove to Central London...
She had parked next to an entrance to the underground, they had no use for it
as they had a perfectly fine car. Petunia had kept staring straight ahead
refusing to look at him. She seemed... nervous... but also annoyed in her usual
'why me' attitude regarding anything to do with Harry.
"This is your stop. Use that owl of yours to call for some of your lot to come
get you. By the time thy do we will be gone and you will never see us again."
She still wouldn't look at him. He slowly got out to dazedly retrieve his
things from the trunk. Arguing did no good, it never had. With him standing on
the curb she hesitated, " Good luck Harry... And Harry just know while we never
wanted this or you, you didn't disserve us. You disserved better, so I'm sorry
the way things turned out."
He didn't reply, just nodded. Harry didn't feel much, just numb. Like he had
been expecting this what with being the main target of a mass murdering
psychopath newly resurrected. Vernon had been say for years they should have
just abandoned him in some random alley miles away and be done with him
altogether. 
She had drove away without looking back. He sat quietly on his trunk next to
Hedwig for a moment to think. He really didn't want to contact Dumbledore and
the shame at being abandoned in such a way was almost to great to contemplate
asking the Weasley's for help. The thought of them finding out hurt. A lot.
Figuring he couldn't just sit there for much longer before someone decided he
was an easy target, he picked up Hedwig in one hand and his trunk in the other,
and made his way to the stairs to the underground. Slowly he dragged his
unfortunately very heavy trunk down the steps, paid his fare, and got help from
a friendly security guard to lift it over the gates. 
Once on the train with his trunk heaved on to the seat next to him, Hedwig on
his lap, he tried to think of where he could go. Not the Leaky Cauldron, he'd
be found out there right away.
A soft rapping on the door brought him back to the present. "Are you alright,
Tesoro? You've been in there an awfully long time."
"Y-yeah I'm fine I'm just cleaning up." Trying hard to keep his tone cheerful
he realized he really did need a shower. He was covered in dried sweat and a
rather uncomfortable stickiness he didn't want to think about. 
"Do you want any help? We could take a bath together perhaps?"
"NO!" He hadn't meant to shout, but his panic spiked. " mean no I just need
sometime to myself, is all."
There was a moment of silence in which Harry hoped that the man had given up,
but then the door nob started turning, "Tesoro, I believe we need to talk."
Harry rushed to stop the nob turning and locked it. of course that wouldn't
stop the man if he was determined. "Unlock it." came the quiet demand.
"No."
"Open it and talk to me!" There was obvious confusion, but also patience in his
voice.
"We're talking right now." Harry pulled the chair that had been next to the tub
to brace the door just in case.
"This is something we need to talk about face to face." The nob shook causing
Harry to start searching for an escape. The problem was there was no way out.
Only one door and they were apparently only one door and a large window the
other side of the tub and they were several floors up. He opened the window
anyways on the off chance the man fell for the ruse of him jumping and left.
After that was done he hid in the cupboard under the sink. It was a bit cramped
but he still had room to wiggle his toes.
He closed the door not a moment too soon as the man burst in sending the chair
across the room. " Tesoro? Tesoro?! This is not the time to be playing, I need
you to come out now." His voice now had a nervous edge to it that Harry found
curious. The man spun around the large bathroom before spotting the open
window. There was a soft gasp. "Tesoro!" It was a good idea but it didn't get
him to leave. Instead he sighed in relief, "You scared me, Amore." And then a
shadow fell on the cupboard and the voice was much closer. "You can come out
now, Tesoro." Fingers slipped under the cupboard door to open it enough so that
a pair of beautiful midnight blue eyes to peer through.
Harry turned his head away so that he couldn't see the eyes. He couldn't let
himself show just how scared he was not understanding that by avoiding eye
contact he had revealed himself.
"Mio Tesoro, you need not fear me. I would never harm you." Yeah right, he
wasn't about to fall for that! "Maybe you could explain why you are afraid?"
"Oh I don't know I'm underage and just woke up naked in the arms of an also
naked strange man. How would you feel in these circumstances?" Harry's voice
oozed sarcasm in a way he thought might have made Snape proud if he'd be here
to witness it.
"I thought we had a lovely time last night, you seemed to react well at any
rate." Harry sucked in a startled breath as snatches of memory of said night
rushed through his head. The man, Cosimo, had dragged him from a pool he had
somehow found himself in. He'd been given dry clothes and asked to explain over
dinner. Wine. There had been a lot of wine which led to flirting. Harry had
never tried to flirt before and was horribly embarrassed at his pathetic
attempts. Kind and gentle Cosimo had asked him to share his bed. And oh, what
had followed was WOW! He could feel his whole body flush at the memories.
It wasn't Cosimo's fault, but Harry's. "I'm sorry." He started as he climbed
out of his cupboard keeping his gaze on the ground. "I think I'm a light-
weight. My memories of last night are kind of confused right now."
Cosimo chuckled. Putting a hand under Harry's chin and raised the downcast
eyes. "Lesson learned. Not so much alcohol next time. That way I can make sure
you remember the whole night."
Harry gasped when full lips brushed his in a chaste kiss. He was pretty sure
his face resembled a tomato by now.
"Now how about that bath?"
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