Fanfic: Fighter by molmcmahon (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: While in Ireland with Maureen Ashby in 1987, John Teller wishes for someone to protect his sons. In 1989, Harry Potter and Jax Teller share their first dream.

Characters: No Archive Warnings ApplyHarry Potter/Jax Teller Clay Morrow/Gemma Teller Morrow Tara Knowles/Jax TellerHarry Potter Jax Teller Hermione Granger Ron Weasley Opie Winston Gemma Teller Morrow Tara Knowles Hedwig (Harry Potter) Chibs Telford Clay Morrow Sirius Black Maureen AshbyDreamsharing Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Pre-Relationship Master of Death Harry Potter Don’t copy to another site Friends to Lovers Pining Pre-Canon for SoA anyway Light Dom/sub SAMBEL (Sons of Anarchy)

Summary: Summary:

While in Ireland with Maureen Ashby in 1987, John Teller wishes for someone to protect his sons. In 1989, Harry Potter and Jax Teller share their first dream.

Notes: Notes:

I don’t own either HP or SoA.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Harry sleepily woke up, his heart beating like a rabbit, and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He could tell that it wasn¡¯t quite dawn yet, couldn¡¯t hear any movements from upstairs or Dudley running down the stairs above the closet. He was nine and a half, his cousin one year older, and already bigger than him. He glanced over at the clock beside his cot and noted the time, seeing that it was 5:30, a half an hour before the sun would rise.?

That dream he had woken up from though¡­ It wasn¡¯t like the usual ones, the ones that always featured a high pitched scream, the scream of a woman, his mom. And a sickly green light. It wasn¡¯t that. But he couldn¡¯t quite remember it other than one tiny detail. He had seen it before in another dream. Seen that boy before.

Blond haired and blue eyed. Harry yawned, shrugged, and sat up, deciding to stay awake now so that he could start the Dursleys¡¯ breakfast early.

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Jax yawned a little bit as he woke up, seeing Opie sleeping across from him in the same bed. That dream¡­ The boy¡­ with green eyes and messy black hair, vivid scar on his forehead. It was only for a minute, their eyes catching, green to blue, but it felt like it had been sudden. Jax had seen that boy before but he didn¡¯t quite¡­ Maybe he was new at school? Maybe Ope would know in the morning.

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¡°Jax?¡±

¡°Got my arm broken,¡± Jax muttered, rolling his eyes as their shared space unfurled around them. It was a grey space, mist and fog surrounding them both, something that the both of them had only seen twice before. ¡°Was biking with Opie and laid it down. You alright?¡±

Harry tilted his head, his heart skipping a beat, looking Jax over tentatively. The other boy was wearing sleep pants and was shirtless, bare, pale skin showing whereas Harry had a few bite marks from the bulldog. ¡°Chased up a tree by one of Aunt Marge¡¯s dogs after dinner. I guess I fell asleep in the branches.¡±

Jax stared at him, tilting his head, his short blond hair moving with him. ¡°You got chased up a tree by a dog?¡±

¡°Yeah. I didn¡¯t know what else to do,¡± Harry retorted, scowling before shrugging as Jax came over to sit next to him. His left arm looked a little wrinkled, the cast on it blurry with scribbles drawn over it. Harry pulled Jax over and peered down at the medical cast, bumping their shoulders together.

Jax grinned and let him look, let him manipulate his arm, flipping it over. ¡°That¡¯s Opie¡¯s signature.¡±

Harry traced the ink left by a pen or a sharpie, grinning. ¡°Let me guess. The reaper¡­ That was left by Chibs.¡±

¡°Yep. Mom left me and Ope alone and then we went to the clubhouse while she was dealing with a customer,¡± Jax said, excitement in his voice and those blue eyes. ¡°I¡¯m gonna be one of them.¡±

Harry nodded faintly, recalling what Jax had told him of the Sons of Anarchy last time. A motorcycle club for bikers and Harry hadn¡¯t had anything come to mind when Jax had described it. There weren¡¯t any bikers that lived in Surrey and definitely not any on Privet Drive. His aunt would have fits about it. Though¡­ he vaguely remembered¡­ the roar of a motorcycle, somewhere in his past. ¡°You sure?¡±

Jax shrugged. ¡°It¡¯s gonna be great. Just you wait and see. They have all of the greatest motorcycles and Ope¡¯s gonna be with me.¡±

¡°Just no siccing dogs on people,¡± Harry muttered, leaning his head on Jax¡¯s shoulder. ¡°The Dursleys are dragging me to the zoo with them tomorrow. Dudley¡¯s birthday.¡±

¡°The zoo.¡±?

Harry laughed at the way Jax sounded, unimpressed and uninterested, his voice low.

¡°The zoo.¡±

¡°Jax, it¡¯s what I said.¡±

¡°It¡¯s just a bunch of animals in cages,¡± Jax argued irritably, leaning into him. ¡°What¡¯s so great about that?¡±

¡°Don¡¯t know. Don¡¯t care. I get to go with them,¡± Harry said, elbowing his friend. He traced his fingers over Jax¡¯s cast again, idly remembering when Dudley had accidentally broken his arm. His aunt and uncle had blamed him for it and then had called him a freak. ¡°Did it hurt?¡±

Jax eyed his arm and then looked at him, his eyes narrowing in thought. They were two years apart but sometimes it didn¡¯t seem like it. ¡°Yeah. But then the doctor fixed it for me when we went. I can¡¯t ride a bike for a few weeks. It sucks.¡±

Harry met Jax¡¯s eyes for a moment before gazing down at his left arm, the cast around it. He splayed his small hand over it, curling his fingers into Jax¡¯s, and sighing. His fingers tingled when he brushed them over the cast and then he felt himself waking up.

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¡°I¡¯m a wizard! JAX!¡±

¡°You know¡­ that explains so much.¡±

Harry glared at the other boy and Jax broke out into loud laughter.

¡°I¡¯m gonna pretend you didn¡¯t say anything,¡± Harry retorted, elbowing Jax as they both tumbled around on the floor of their dreamscape. ¡°Got any wizards in the Sons?¡±

¡°Nope. I think there¡¯s a rule about it,¡± Jax offered, mischief lighting his eyes up.?

Harry stared down at him for a minute, two minutes, before glaring at him.?

¡°You just made that up,¡± Harry said, sticking his tongue out as he ended up on top of Jax as they rolled. Jax grinned up at him, half a smirk, all the confidence of a 12 going on 13 year old before flipping them over, ending up on top.??

¡°Did not.¡±

¡°Did too.¡±

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¡°Hey, Hermione?¡±

Harry watched the staircase they were on as they walked back up to their dorm. Ron walked behind them, peering up at the various moving portraits on the walls and pointing to one.?

¡°Charlie said something about that one, I think,¡± Ron muttered, wiping his eyes as he blinked. ¡°I don¡¯t remember what it was though.¡±

¡°Your brother Charlie¡­ The dragon handler?¡± Harry asked, throwing out his arm to catch Hermione as the staircase rocked around more vividly in mid air. The three of them stopped and held their breath for a moment, two, before the stairs moved normally.?

¡°Yeah.¡±

¡°What?¡± Hermione questioned, as soon as they made it to the seventh floor and Gryffindor¡¯s dorm. Harry could hear several other students heading back to their dormitories, gossip flooding the hall beneath them, around them. Their actions with the troll would be around the school by morning and Harry didn¡¯t fancy walking into the great hall with that. Everyone already knew who he was, knew what he had ¡®done¡¯ as a baby. The only problem was¡­ he didn¡¯t remember actually doing anything.

¡°Are there any records of wizards or witches dreaming about other people?¡± Harry finally asked, thinking about Jax. His dream friend had just turned 13 and had celebrated with Opie by going out. ¡°Anything at all?¡±

Hermione turned to look at him funny, curling a finger in her bushy hair. ¡°Uhh¡­ I don¡¯t know. Who¡¯re you dreaming about?¡±

¡°I didn¡¯t say I was dreaming about someone,¡± Harry replied, shrugging. ¡°I was just wondering¡­¡±

Ron looked at him confusedly, his eyes wide. ¡°Dreaming about somebody? I don¡¯t know, Harry. That sounds unusual, even in the wizarding world. I don¡¯t think you¡¯ll find the answer in books.¡±

Ron turned and spoke the password to enter and stepped in as soon as the painting swung open. Hermione gave Harry a look before swallowing. ¡°I¡¯ll look, if you still want me to, Harry.¡±

¡°Nah. Forget about it.¡±

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¡°It doesn¡¯t happen,¡± Harry was saying, taking a deep breath and sighing as Jax looked. ¡°Hermione didn¡¯t find anything.¡±

¡°Your new best friend?¡±

Harry elbowed him and Jax huffed, rubbing his side like Harry had hit him hard. ¡°Jax, you know you were my first friend. Even if this is all¡­¡±

¡°All what? Fake?¡±

¡°I wasn¡¯t going to put it that way but yeah. I don¡¯t care though,¡± Harry muttered, as they leaned against the wall of the space that they met in. It looked like a foggy version of Gryffindor¡¯s dorm, a fire crackling away in the center of it. They didn¡¯t exactly feel anything in the shared space, when they dreamt, but it looked nice. Jax wondered how the actual dorm looked, how Harry had been spending his nights over the past several months. Surrounded by other boys the same age as him. He wondered if it was like him and Opie, their occasional sleepovers.???

?¡°I just faced off against Voldemort. I¡­¡±

Jax blinked and turned to look at him, taking in the paleness of Harry¡¯s skin. This was their first shared dream in a month or two and Harry definitely looked a little exhausted. There wasn¡¯t as much¡­ excitement in Harry¡¯s green eyes now, than had been in them when he had come shouting in that dream nine months ago, to tell Jax that he was a wizard.

¡°I think I killed Quirrell,¡± Harry finally finished quietly, peering down at his hands and scrubbing them together.

¡°You killed that professor? I thought you thought it was Snape,¡± Jax said, pondering what Harry had told him throughout the last several months. He didn¡¯t like that look on Harry¡¯s face, didn¡¯t like the way his mouth had gone tight. Or the way his scar was more red than usual, more raw. ¡°Snape was limping, you told me. Like he had been bit by Fluffy.¡±

¡°It wasn¡¯t Snape. It was Voldemort attached to Quirrell¡¯s head,¡± Harry explained quietly, finally turning to meet Jax¡¯s eyes. Harry¡¯s eyes were red, as if he had been crying.

¡°Huh?¡±

Harry sighed again. ¡°Quirrell was possessed.¡±

¡°Right¡­ Like¡­

possessed

possessed? Like in the horror movies? That¡¯s possible?¡±

¡°What horror movies?¡± Harry asked, blinking once, twice before snorting. ¡°Do I want to know what kind of movies you¡¯re watching?¡±

Jax laughed. ¡°Nah. So you killed the guy that had Voldemort in his head. I don¡¯t think it counts.¡±

¡°Jax¡­ I saw his spirit or soul or whatever move on,¡± Harry hissed through gritted teeth. ¡°I saw it flee. What if he¡¯s still out there?¡±

Jax narrowed his eyes, looking into those green eyes that had become very familiar, and reached out to squeeze Harry¡¯s shoulder. ¡°It¡¯s not your problem.¡±

Harry stared at him and then nodded slowly, breathing out on a sigh.

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¡°Mom?¡±

¡°Yeah, honey?¡±?

Jax stared up at Gemma as she worked at the office desk. The rumble of a couple motorcycles filled the air and he smiled, turning to see a couple of Sons from another charter pull into the garage. The sun filtered through the blinds over the window, lighting up the garage office.

¡°Jackson?¡±

Jax turned back around, looking up at the various keys to the cars that the mechanics were working on. ¡°Have you ever heard of people dreaming about other people? Like for a few years?¡±

Gemma blinked and turned to look at him, her eyes straying to where Clay stood outside, talking to John. Jax could see her eyes darken at something that John did outside, her hand reaching up to brush her hair away from her face. ¡°Did you read about that happening in a book?¡±

¡°No. I met someone named Harry a couple of years ago. Been dreamin¡¯ about him since.¡±

Gemma stared at him, something flashing in her eyes that looked like disbelief, or maybe it was¡­ concern. Jax took a step back at the look, something uneasy coiling in the pit of his stomach. ¡°You¡¯re making that up.¡±

¡°I¡¯m not!¡±

Gemma frowned, her nose wrinkling. ¡°You want to be like your dad and Clay?¡±

¡°Yeah.¡±

¡°Sons don¡¯t make things up,¡± Gemma remarked, shaking her head as if that concluded the matter. ¡°They don¡¯t lie to each other.¡±

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