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The Talk!

Harry Potter was like any other normal twelve - soon to be thirteen - year old pre-teen. He had two loving parents and a baby sister. They were a rich family, one of the wealthiest in the county in fact. In spite of this, his mother never allowed either of her children to be become spoiled brats like many other rich kids from the other rich families. They lived in a mansion, near a village where his mother worked.

His father, James Potter, was a High Commander of a Special Task Force for the Government. But because of his job he had to spend much of his time away from home and many late nights at his office - or that’s what his mother told him at least.

His mother, Lily Potter, up ‘til a year ago was a Mid Wife, helping with pregnant women in the village; but, once his sister started the same private boarding school for the gifted in Scotland he attended, she became an assistant teacher and nurse. Before they started attending the boarding school, she made sure he and his sister were brought up like normal children, instead of spoiled brats, by sending them to public school in the village. This lasted, for Harry at least, until he became eleven, where he was sent to the same school his parents went to.

As for Harry’s baby sister, Rose Potter, she looked like a young version of their mother. Despite Harry constantly referring to her as his ‘baby’ sister, she was, in fact, an eleven, almost twelve year old girl. Like many boys of his age, the ones who were close to their sisters at least, he thought of her as his baby sister and probably always would. Harry made a vow to himself that he would always protect her and make sure no one hurt her. She was just as smart as he was which became a little annoying for Harry as his ‘baby’ sister was far too perceptive for his liking. It was hard to keep her safe, happy, and relatively ignorant of certain things when she could figure things out just as fast as he could. She was first in her class in public school, just like him, after all.

Last on the ex-positional list was Harry Potter, he looked much like his father, but had his mother’s eyes. He was also smart, and joint first in his year the other being his best friend Hermione Granger. He was glad to hear that she was going to the school for the gifted, same as he was. His father was a bit upset that he and his sister didn’t take up pranking like he and his friends had done when they were younger. That’s not to say Harry was against pranking, he loved a good prank like everyone else, even pulled a few on his father when the mood struck him, but both his sister and he knew that it was better to not to be in the spot light, and pull pranks in the shadows, that way they wouldn’t get into trouble with their mother.

Of course, all this information about his parents was just a cover story to tell the rest of the world, the truth was far more mystical. Harry’s family were witches and wizards, and they belonged to the Magical World, which contained creatures and races long since thought to be extinct.

James Potter was actually the Head of the DMLE, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; High Commander was just the rank he used in the Muggle, Non-Magical, world when he needed to gain authority of a crime scene. The reason that he wasn’t home a lot was that he was still trying to capture the Death Eaters that escaped capture all those years ago when the Dark Lord had been defeated.

Lily’s story was also true, but instead of being a Mid Wife, she was a Healer that worked with helping to give birth to children. It was a part-time job, something she did because she wanted to spend as much time with her children. With most other jobs, such a thing wouldn’t be possible. But once Rose started Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she joined the staff as a Potion Professor for first to fifth year students. Which Harry was happy about, seeing that he didn’t like Snape; who now took sixth to seven year students. It was something Harry found made Snape happy, since he didn’t need to deal with dunderheads as Snape called them. Don’t get Harry wrong, he may not like Snape, but he respected him. Snape and his mother were both the youngest Potions Master/Mistresses in a long time. But that didn’t mean the bastard could teach, if it wasn’t for his mother, Harry didn’t think he would have gotten past the first year of potion class. Seeing that the greasy bastard didn’t teach them what they should and shouldn’t do in the first few classes, or teach them why things had to happen a certain way. It was why so many accidents happened during his first year, it was only thanks to Harry taking charge of teaching the few of his fellow first years willing to listen to him that there weren’t even more accidents. But thanks to his mother now teaching, she made sure that all the new students knew what to do.

You would think that, as children, there wouldn’t be anything special about them and still had time to make a name for themselves. Normally, you would be right. For Rose there wasn’t anything special about her, apart from the fact that she was, thanks to her brother’s teachings, able to do magic early. It was for this reason she could and would Hex her brother should he get too over protective and overbearing. She knew he meant well, but it could get too much at times and the ability to Hex him was a good failsafe.

As for Harry, his name was already known throughout all of Magical Britain and a few places around the world. His name was known because he was the Boy-Who-Lived, the defeater of the Dark Lord You-Know-Who - or as his mum called him, Lord Voldemort. His mother told him that he wasn’t a real Lord; it was just a name he came up with. Harry’s mother told him that Voldemort reminded her way too much of Adolf Hitler during World War Two. Hitler had wanted to kill people like the Jews and others, as he thought of them as lower life forms that shouldn’t be allowed to live. In Voldemort’s case, he wanted to kill, or at least enslave, Muggleborns, Muggles, Half-bloods, and half-breeds - anybody with Magical Creature blood in their veins - as he thought that Purebloods were better and should rule.

It wasn’t until the Halloween of 1981 that Voldemort was defeated, the Potter family was hiding under the Fidelius Charm because Voldemort was after them, or mainly Harry because of some reason the Potters didn’t know of. However, on that fateful night they were forced to go to St. Mungo’s, as Rose had come down with a very bad case of Dragon Pox. Because of this, they had to take her to St. Mungo’s to get her treated before she died.

Lily and James left Sirius to babysit Harry while they were gone. That night was the night Voldemort decided to attack, he came alone and whilst Sirius tried to protect Harry, Voldemort was a very powerful wizard that Sirius couldn’t match. What happened then no one knew for sure, but the story that Albus Dumbledore told them was that Voldemort tried to kill him with the Killing Curse, but somehow the curse backfired, and in doing so killed Voldemort. Thus, Harry was left with nothing more than a lightning bolt scar. The sighs of relief at their son being safe weren’t even let out before Dumbledore told them that he believed that Voldemort was still out there somewhere as a weak spirit trying to find a way to get his body back. However, Dumbledore never revealed this to the public and the whole of Britain rejoiced in the peace that resulted from the events of the night of Halloween of 1981. It was because of this that Harry had become famous for defeating the Dark Lord and became known as the Boy-Who-Lived.

Since that night, things changed. First, his father quickly became the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which was when he started spending more and more time away from home. A problem that only got worse over time as his workload increased. His mother took a Healer Class to become a Mid Wife shortly after she finished with her Potion and Charms Masteries. This was an attempt to fill the void left by the increase of James’ absences.

As for Harry, when he was old enough to talk properly and hold a wand his mum started to teach him spells. A year later, his sister joined his lessons. Lily thought that with Voldemort still out there, even if he currently couldn’t come back, Harry and Rose should learn to defend themselves. However, Dumbledore didn’t want them to learn these things for some reason; he stressed that they, particularly Harry, should lead a ‘normal’ childhood. The thing is, while Harry’s mother was teaching them a little early by Magical standards, her tutoring was perfectly normal in the Magical World. So, Dumbledore’s suggestions made no sense. Harry was living a normal childhood, a normal wizarding childhood. Thankfully, Lily was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to Dumbledore as she wanted them ready just in case so she could rest easy knowing she was teaching her children everything she could to keep them safe. Dumbledore had tried repeatedly to get her to stop, but she refused, causing the man to get kicked off of the access ward after the elderly man had stormed out of their house after his latest attempt a number of years ago.

Over the years Harry and Rose learnt many things about the Magical World from their mother along with the spells she was teaching them while their father, when he was home, taught them pranks and other fun things. While neither sibling took after their father in his love of pranks, they did have fun learning them. The Potters were made aware of Sirius’ will which made Harry his Heir. When he became thirteen, he would officially become Lord Black.

Apart from all of this, Harry and Rose also went to the local Muggle School in the village so they could have a well-rounded education. Both Potter children were at the top of their respective year and made many friends. Hermione Granger was among this list, unique because years later, when Harry was set to go to Hogwarts, she came over to his house in tears telling him she was going to ‘a boarding school in Scotland’. Harry had grinned and guessed she meant Hogwarts, which surprised her enough that it took her almost a whole fifteen seconds before she squealed, actually squealed, something completely out of character for the bookish girl, and nearly cracked his ribs with one of her patented hugs because she was so happy she wouldn’t be losing her best friend.

Harry told his mother about Hermione’s status as a witch and the redheaded mother had happily invited the Grangers over and told them everything they needed to know, and some things they probably shouldn’t. The teachers of Hogwarts tried to downplay the rampant bigotry, but Lily pulled no punches, and the Grangers were better for it. They were smart people, truly their daughter’s parents. They quickly grasped the idea that though the Magical World was in the UK, it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t have its own unique problems. While a peaceful utopia full of sunshine and rainbows would have been ideal, it was also just as likely as… say, the States being a perfect society, or Russia, or Japan, or any number of other countries. The Magical World was a nation of its own; it was going to have things wrong with it. If it didn’t, everyone would be part of it. Lily had made sure to assure the Grangers that she was willing to teach Hermione to the best of her abilities so she knew how to protect herself should she be bullied, or if one of the Purebloods tried to make demands of her.

During their trip to Diagon Alley, apart from getting their school things, both new Hogwarts students got pets too. Harry got a snowy owl that he named Hedwig and Hermione got a Half-Kneazle that she called Crookshanks.

Neither of Harry’s two years at Hogwarts were normal. In his first year, he was forced to save the Philosopher’s Stone - something his mum was still upset about. She was angry that Dumbledore would put such an important item in a school full of children. In the beginning of the year, both Hermione and Harry were sorted into Ravenclaw, to the shock to everyone who thought Harry would end up in Gryffindor like his parents. The truth was, Harry had asked the hat to put him in Ravenclaw, after Hermione had already been sent there. The Hat had asked him where he wanted to go after telling him he would fit into any house but Hufflepuff; because he wasn’t that trusting. That night his mum and dad came to Hogwarts to make sure he was safe. Harry had had some assassination attempts earlier in life and, from then on, his parents always made sure he was safe when he went new places. Before they left, his Mum told him all about the Philosopher’s Stone, telling him to try and ignore it and leave the area alone.

During the year Harry and Hermione made a few friends, the closest of which were Su Li and Padma Patil. The year was mostly normal, Harry kept himself out of trouble, not wanting to get his mother angry at him. Although the events that happened on Halloween were beyond his control. A Gryffindor named Ron Weasley upset Hermione early in the day. For the last two months Ron had been trying to make friends with Harry, but he had always upset Hermione, and Su and Padma when they were around. Harry also thought the redhead was dumb as shit, which, in itself, didn’t make getting along impossible, but Ron’s method of passing his classes was what made Harry want to punch him in the face.

Harry had set up a Study Group for his friends and anyone willing to join, Ron tried to enter; but, after the first time, Harry kicked him out. Ron didn’t want to do any work; all he did was copy the work from others. He wasn’t willing to even talk about learning anything himself; throwing a tantrum if anyone even suggested it. Yet, he still tried to make friends with Harry; to which Harry replied with a calm and measured “Go away.” Harry never changed his opinion because Ron never gave him a reason to. Ron continued trying, despite increasingly hostile responses telling him to bugger off; and, on Halloween, things came to a head when Harry threatened to start pranking Ron if he didn’t knock it off, unleashing the full knowledge his father had instilled in him until Ron was so terrified he would leave school willingly because Harry was pranking him so bad.

His threat was because Ron upset Hermione so bad that she ran off to the girls bathroom, crying. Later that day, when Hermione didn’t show up for the class, Harry got worried. He got more worried about her when he found out about the troll. It didn’t take long for his worry to grow large enough to force him to act; he ran off to find her and ended up defeating the troll, barely escaping with his life, but saving Hermione’s in the process.

Lily had wasted little time in seeking him out after hearing about his actions from the other teachers whom had found him and Hermione. His mother had made her displeasure known for almost a full hour before calming down and telling him she was proud of him, and then she proceeded to break down and cry at having her baby boy putting himself in such a dangerous situation, much to Harry’s embarrassment.

The next day Ron, already pale from Harry’s threat, actually fainted when he got a Howler from his mother, telling him off for treating Hermione so badly. After that, it was once again quiet. Harry and Hermione learnt about Fluffy the Cerberus offhandedly from the rumour mill; Terry Boot and his friend Michael Corner went looking for what could be found in the third floor forbidden corridor, only to find the Cerberus waiting for them behind the door. Harry and Hermione had been visiting Hagrid every once in a while and they, being curious as to how the Cerberus got there as well as who it belonged to, asked Hagrid, seeing as he was known to like all animals, mainly dangerous ones. While talking to them, they managed to trick out a small confession that Hagrid had known about the Cerberus. When they asked how he knew about the Cerberus, Hagrid let slip that its name was Fluffy and as he did he started to stammer and telling them they shouldn’t know about it. After that the two had calmed the half-giant down by assuring him they weren’t interested in the stone and were just curious. Harry would have left the Stone alone if it wasn’t for one thing; Hermione being kidnapped by Professor Quirrell to help him get past the trips to get the Stone. Too worried about Hermione, who he had a small but growing crush on; Harry forgot about telling a professor and went after them.

On his way towards the forbidden corridor, he ran into his friends, Su and Padma, whom quickly noticed his frightened expression and knew that he only had that expression when something went wrong with one of three people, themselves or Hermione. After wheedling Harry about this, they quickly followed him. With the help of Su and Padma, he was able to get past the traps leading the Stone, but when they got to the last trap there was only enough potion for one of them to get past the fire into the next chamber. Seeing as he was trained for something like this, Harry said he would go after Quirrell and Hermione. After Su and Padma wished Harry luck, he threw back the potion and walked through the fire.

Once he walked though the fire he saw Quirrell demanding Hermione tell him what she saw in the mirror, but she said that she saw nothing. She later told Harry that she saw herself and Harry standing proudly side by side with the Headgirl and Headboy badges on their robes. Harry was overjoyed her heart’s desire involved him, and the smile on his face had only been wiped off when his Mother had scolded him after they had gotten the stone for the fourth time for his actions.

Due to having come across it in a book about famous magical artefacts, Harry recognized the mirror for what it was. When Quirrell saw him in the reflective glass of the mirror, he launched into a long monologue about working for the Dark Lord and that he was after the Stone. Still caught in a daze from the barrage of villainous monologuing, Harry didn’t resist as he was thrown, using magic, in front of the mirror. When he picked himself up, he looked into the mirror, only to find his mirror self smirking at him before he felt something drop into his robe pocket. A second later, the mirror’s surface had shimmered and he was treated to a very similar image to what Hermione had seen, only they were in the Head Students quarters, snuggled up together on the couch.

He blushed at the image, a happy grin forming on his face, before he schooled his features (badly) and said he saw nothing. Quirrell, high strung from everything that was happening, actually bought his lie. Unfortunately, a far smarter being taking residence on the back of the Defence Teacher’s head didn’t fall for it, and spoke for the first time, claiming Harry was lying.

The next few minutes were very informational for the first years. Voldemort launched into his own monologue (although Voldemort was a master at the technique and his performance was very captivating, moving even) he told his tale about how he became stuck on Quirrell’s head. After his story wound down, he offered a deal; Harry and his pet Mudblood would be allowed to live if they joined him. Harry would be given the status as his heir and full control over Hermione, having sole ownership of her, unlike the wives of his death eaters who were passed around. Harry was disgusted and Hermione was appalled and mortified; it was no surprise they said no.

To Voldemort’s surprise, Harry launched the first spell. After that, the two fought furiously; Quirrell’s weak magical core and clumsy body handicapping him enough to put him on even terms with Harry, who, while still only 11, had been training all his life to fight Voldemort and other evil people. The fight was evenly matched until Hermione managed to wiggle an arm free. Because Quirrell was too focused on the mirror to take her wand, she had sent a tripping jinx, which was the fastest spell she knew, straight at Quirrellmort. The possessed man didn’t trip, but he did stumble, which gave Harry a chance to tackle him to the ground. Harry knew most Magical’s were useless in hand to hand combat, and he felt his only chance to win was to get in close.

The fight ended with one punch.

One right hook from Harry, enhanced by the protections powered by Sirius (Lily had thought up the spell and set the ground work, but Sirius had been the one to sacrifice himself and complete the array) and bolstered by 11 years of being around a loving family had literally turned the man to dust the second his fist had made contact with Quirrell’s cheek. Voldemort’s wraith had barely a second to make a noise of shocked confusion before it was thrown half a continent away from the magic discharge.

Harry stood up, sent a smile towards Hermione, happy she was safe, took two steps towards her to help free her, and then collapsed; passing out because he’d used so much magic at once, something he wasn’t accustomed to.

When he woke up, he suddenly wished Quirrell had killed him as his mother bared down on him angrily. An angry dark wizard was leagues better than an angry Lily that swapped between being proud of him, sobbing into his robes, and then yelling at him for being impulsive and not telling anyone what had happened.

She eventually stopped, letting him rest. Hermione had suddenly appeared, having been hidden under his Cloak of Invisibility, which his father had given him for Christmas, and had hugged him first thing, then kissed him on the cheek followed by her thanking him for saving her. The two talked about everything that had happened, Hermione telling Harry that Quirrell had actually kidnapped her simply because she had the best grades, and thus could get passed the Traps around the Stone the easiest. Something the possessed man had failed to do on Halloween. Harry didn’t really know what to say to that; he couldn’t exactly congratulate her on being smart enough for a half-insane man to dub her worthy of being kidnapped and used as a tool could he? Thankfully, Hermione had continued her tale and told him what she saw in the mirror. With a smile that would stay on his face for several days, Harry admitted what he’d seen as well, getting a blush and a shy smile out of Hermione. By that time, it was getting late, so she had kissed his cheek again before quickly leaving the hospital wing, her blush growing as her own secret crush on Harry grew further at his Heart’s Desire.

What Harry didn’t say was that the Traps seemed far too easy for things that were supposed to keep the Dark Lord from getting the Stone. The troll was the only real threat, and if Harry could take one down, albeit with a few broken bones and internal bleeding, an adult wizard could surely do the same without being harmed. Harry suspected, like his mother, that there was more to Dumbledore’s actions than met the eye. Putting the Stone in the school in the first place, was already bad enough, but to defend it so poorly?

After fighting Quirrell and giving the Stone to his mum, which he’d found in his pocket still, whom gave it back to the Flamels for him, the exams were a breeze. Harry took first in Charms, Defence, and tied for first in Transfigurations with Hermione, who had taken first in their year in everything else, narrowly beating Harry in Potions by 1 point.

The summer was interesting and yielded two new friends for Harry and Hermione, who visited so often Lily, had given her one of the extra bedrooms as her official home away from home, in the form of Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Harry was leery at first when the youngest Weasley apologized for her brother’s actions, not trying to explain away his mistakes, simply saying she was sorry Harry and Hermione had to go through it, and asking if she could visit him and see if they could be friends. Much to Harry and Hermione’s relief, Ginny was actually a very nice girl.

They learned from the Weasley Twins that their sister had a huge crush on, and was enamoured with Harry’s fame and title, but it seemed that she outgrew it quickly, which Harry was happy about. However, she may have dropped the crush on the Boy-Who-Lived, but she gained one on the real Harry Potter that the twins told her about. But she knew that she couldn’t show it, or it would make Harry stay away from her. After a few visits, Luna accompanied Ginny when she came over because the Weasely’s were looking after her while Xeno, her father, went on a month long camping trip to find an animal who’s name nobody could seem to pronounce correctly.

The fivesome - Rose was never one to be left out - had a wonderful summer playing around and acting their age. Ginny and Luna learned more about Muggles when they had several slumber parties at Hermione’s house, joined by Rose. Harry had felt left out at first, but quickly accepted it was inevitable that he would be left out of some things when he realized all of his friends were girls. He wasn’t bothered by this fact, nor was he bothered at being left out of their ‘girls nights’ anymore, he simply smiled, wished them a good time, and practised his spellwork for the evening, read a book, or just lazed about and spent some quiet time alone. He was surprised to find it quite peaceful, not boring like he’d thought it would be.

Likewise, Hermione learned a little more about what growing up in a fully magic house when she was invited by Luna and Ginny to stay over at their houses once Xeno had returned from his trip.



The summer ended well for them after they returned. Two weeks before they had to go back to Hogwarts they went to get their school things as a group, all three families making a day of it. While shopping, Harry grew increasingly annoyed with his friends’ praise of their soon-to-be Defence Professor; Gilderoy Lockhart because he’d written all the books for the school year. Harry hated him though, and wasn’t shy about telling everybody that asked. There was just something about him that was off. Still, he realized the girls, aside from Luna, needed an actual well thought out argument to correct them of their hero-worship. So, that night, when they all returned to the Potter household he sat the girls down and had them all read through the books under the pretence of studying them, also suggesting they make notes because the books were so full of useful information’ (Harry barely said this with a straight face).



When Harry showed the girls his timeframe of when the books supposedly happened, showing that many of them overlapped quite often, along with the spells that he used to beat the monsters either being fake or not the right spells most of the time, he was quickly outnumbered and scolded for doubting the great hero Gilderoy Lockhart. Harry was persistent though, and after Luna, behind the other girls, held up Wandering with Werewolves got an idea to convince them he was a liar; pointing out that Lycanthropy wouldn’t exist if there was already a spell to cure it.



Harry left the library they were studying in a few minutes later when all but one of his friends still refused his logic, outright denying his argument. His argument did pay off however, even if it did cause him to be given the silent treatment for most of the next day before Ginny and Hermione calmed down. Hermione eventually gathered up the notes they’d made, which were still left in the library, and looked them all over with a calm head. Almost immediately she felt horrible about not believing Harry, or rather, not even trying to understand his argument and all but blinding herself to the truth because of her belief that books could never be wrong. She had a quiet talk with Ginny, and then both girls apologized to Harry. After that, everything went back to normal. Harry wasn’t one to keep a grudge against his friends, and was happy the experience had taught everyone a valuable lesson.



Lily had remained silent, but kept a close eye on the debate. She congratulated all of the children on a job well done uncovering the fraud for what he was. When Ginny and Hermione had apologized; Lily told them her theory about the man using memory charms. Lily had told them that there was really nothing she could do about getting him fired, but she would keep a close eye on him in case he tried to use his apparent speciality on any of the students.



A House-Elf named Dobby had briefly appeared to warn Harry about a mysterious danger, but there was little he could do because Harry lived in a magical home. Harry also became aware of why the Potter House-Elves had looked so angry earlier that summer; Dobby had tried stealing Harry’s mail and they caught him in the act before they proceeded to beat the piss out of him. Which was probably why Dobby left so fast, Harry later reasoned.



Harry’s second year was just as interesting and dangerous as the first. It started off great, Luna and Ginny were both placed in Ravenclaw and, to the delight of every first to fifth year student, Lily Potter took over Potions for them while Snape would be Potion Professor for sixth and seventh year. During the feast, they heard shouting in the Entrance Hall, it seemed that the portal to the train was blocked and Ron somehow was left behind, and had to use a flying car that his dad charmed to be able to fly to get to Hogwarts. But the car didn’t work properly, as when Ron tried to use the invisibility boost it didn’t activate and he was seen. Harry was glad that he and his family had taken the Floo to enter the station directly.


Apart from the fool Lockhart’s classes being utter rubbish, the first two months were spent happily bonding as friends. There were also Quidditch try-outs, but Harry wasn’t interested; he liked flying well enough, but considering how accident prone the players were… well he wasn’t interested in more lectures from his mother. Plus, the game was kinda boring anyway. He played with the Weasley’s on occasion during the summer and he just didn’t see what the hype was about. Although his father wasn’t happy about the idea - because he wanted his son to play Quidditch like him - his mother was happy with whatever her son decided to do. Also, over the two months, they heard that roosters were being killed by something, that was in the background somewhere and it was easily forgettable.

However, once again, Halloween became the turning point from good to bad, as Ms. Norris was found petrified. Harry, Luna, and Hermione, luckily, weren’t anywhere near the cat at the time - Ginny was in her room, as she wasn’t feeling too well and decided to stay in bed. Thus, all but forcing her friends down to the Great Hall, insisting that just because she was sick didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the party. While they had been invited to Nick’s Deathday Party, they had declined, not feeling particularly close to the Nearly Headless Knight. If they had attended, Hermione theorized that they would have stumbled upon Ms. Norris as they were on their way back to the Common Room and because of this, Harry didn’t hear the voice in the walls.

During the following months, Harry and his study group were researching what the beast was when they found out about the Chamber of Secrets. Many thought that the beast was some kind of snake, as Slytherin was known as a Parseltongue, and so it would be easier to control if it was snake. However, no snakes that they read about could petrify their victims. As the months passed, students were found in a situation similar to Ms. Norris; Petrified. Several Muggleborn students had been found as well as Ron Weasley, who Draco kept crowing was a ‘blood traitor’. As they were researching the beast, they were shocked that Dumbledore, with his years of experience, didn’t have a clue about what might be attacking the students. After an attack on a Muggleborn named Colin Creevey, they gained one extra clue; the attacks happened once before, fifty years ago.


Theories on who the person behind the attacks was varied throughout the school; many thought it was Malfoy. A person who was the likely suspect, even Harry’s group thought he was guilty for a short time until Harry slapped himself and realized Malfoy didn’t have the guts to actually go through with anything. He blustered and huffed a lot, but in the very few instances he threw a spell or really started a conflict, he froze up. That realized, they quickly deduced he wouldn’t be the one setting the beast on the school. The girls agreed with him, and instead, invested their time in figuring out what the beast was and how to stop it.


The group got the next clue during the night after the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match. Hermione had been carrying too many books up to the Ravenclaw dorms from the library and twisted her ankle. It was nothing serious, but Harry still insisted she go to see Madame Pomfrey about it. Because they already had their books, and Harry wasn’t one to be denied, Madame Pomfrey allowed him to study with her as she rested in the wing overnight. Hermione’s ankle needed to stay still for the treatment to work best. Whilst they were studying, Colin was brought in the Hospital Wing. He learnt that Dumbledore knew something about the attacks, but he never outright said how much he knew, so Harry couldn’t tell if he had a plan to deal with the beast or not. All he told the healer was that it had happened before, fifty years ago, and he informed her sadly that one student had died. This gave the Study Group more reason to think that Dumbledore knew what the beast could be, but seemed to be doing nothing about it. It did give the group another clue to look into though; finding out who was killed.

Over the next month, the group researched what happened fifty years ago. It was slow going, there wasn’t much information about it. The lack of information made sense; it would look bad for a school for a student to die inside it of unnatural causes. People would stop attending, so the records were wiped as best as they could be. As they were researching this, a Duelling Club started up. Many wondered who might be running the club, and many thought it could be Professor Flitwick, since he was a World Duelling Champion. However, they were saddened that it was Lockhart - although many thought it was probably his only intelligent idea all year.

The only good part of all this was that Lockhart’s partner was Harry’s mother; Lily would later tell Harry that they tried to get Snape, but he wasn’t going to have any of it. At the beginning of the club’s first and only meeting, Lily had fun showing the fool up. Sadly, however, the genuinely interesting prospect the club represented was marred as Harry was dragged into a duel with Malfoy before he could say he wasn’t interested. During this ‘duel,’ Harry, to spite the person that had dragged him into the fight in the first place, toyed with Malfoy, making a fool of him. Draco had a fit and, in a moment of rage summoned a snake to attack him. It was a spell that could be lethal, and so was banned by the rules. Lockhart tried to banish the snake, but only threw it across the duelling platform. The snake, disoriented, in pain, angered and frightened for its life, landed right in front of Justin Finch-Fletchley. Being the good person Harry was, he tried to save Justin, yelling at the snake to stop as he readied a spell. That was when he and everyone else found out he was a Parselmouth, someone who had an innate magical gift that allowed them to talk to reptiles. Although most people only thought they could speak to snakes. Despite saving Justin from a, no doubt painful and possibly poisonous, snake bite the school suddenly feared him; aside from Padma, Su, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, his sister and mother. What was worse was that his own father was giving him fearful looks when he came to visit Lily, who lived full time at Hogwarts now and only used their home in the summers.

After the disastrous events of that day life grew difficult for Harry; people thought he was the Heir of Slytherin, and most of his Study Group stopped talking to him. With only his closest friends and family sticking by him, Harry was saddened. The lack of people in the Study Group slowed down the search for the dead student, but what was worse was when Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were found Petrified in the halls. Despite being nowhere near the two, Madame Pince even vouching for him, telling everyone he was in the library with his friends. It couldn’t stop the fear they directed at him from growing, more and more people were now ‘absolutely sure’ he was the Heir of Slytherin and the one attacking people.

With all the setbacks in their research, it wasn’t until the end of the year that Harry and his friends found out the death that happened fifty years ago was a fifth year Ravenclaw named Myrtle Henderson, but later on became known as the infamous Moaning Myrtle. After talking to her, they pieced together where the entrance to the Chamber was, and common sense told them how to open it. They also found out that the beast was a Basilisk, the only reason that no one was killed when they stared at it was because they didn’t look it in the eye, only at its reflection, or in Justin’s case, through a ghost.

It was about this time that a massage appeared under the last one in what looked like blood, saying that the two girl’s “Bones Will Lie In The Chamber Forever!” They soon found out that Ginny and Rose were the ones the message was talking about. Knowing they couldn’t take the Basilisk alone, they went to Lily. They would have gone to Dumbledore, but he was forced out by the School Governors, and Hagrid was sent to Azkaban for the attacks - from what Lily told them later, the Minister for Magic did this so he could be seen doing something about the attack.

Thanks to being married to a Transfigurations prodigy, before Harry and Lily went down to the Chamber - the others were forced to stay behind, something Lily would have insisted upon for Harry as well if Lily didn’t need his skill as a Parseltongue - she turned a bit of rock from the walls into a living rooster.

As they got to the Chamber, Lily and Harry saw that Rose, although out cold, was fine, but Ginny, out cold as well, looked unhealthily pale, and was getting paler by the minute. That’s when they saw the wavy image of a teenage brown haired boy who called himself Tom Riddle. From what he learned over the years, Harry knew that this boy was the person who ended up becoming the Dark Lord Voldemort. They allowed Tom to speak, to find out what was going on and how to defeat him, seeing they didn’t know what they were dealing with. They learned that Ginny was writing in what turned out to be Tom’s diary, the fifty year old memory delighting in revealing Ginny’s deepest secrets about her crush on Harry and even a few of her dirtier fantasies before Lily snapped at him; demanding he tell them why he was attacking students. Riddle shrugged, offering a smug smile before he explained that the more he forced Ginny to do, the more her soul would be his, so setting the Basilisk was more just a passing fancy; although he did admit he was a good way to ‘cull the mudbloods’. Riddle was amused as he admitted the attack on Ron was mostly Ginny’s doing. Riddle had been the one for force her to attack students, but Ron had been bad mouthing the boy she cared about deeply and her friends so the possessed and deranged Ginny wouldn’t rest until she got rid of him.

Harry was of the opinion the sort-of ghost needed to shut the hell up. The more the bastard talked, the angrier Harry got. The more he talked though, the more Harry realized how protectively he was regarding the diary; which lead him to believe the ghost was connected to it more closely then it appeared. As Tom was busy calling for the Basilisk, Harry took advantage of the distraction and cast the most powerful Severing Curse he could at the diary. The outcome of the attack was his spell tearing a gouge several feet deep in the enchanted granite of the Chamber, as well as effortlessly destroying the diary. Whilst he was doing this, his mother cast a spell on the rooster that she had to make it crow, killing the Basilisk before it could even leave Slytherin’s statue.

After the Basilisk was killed and the diary destroyed, Lily woke Rose up and healed Ginny. Once they healed Ginny, they asked her about how she got the diary. She explained that she got it the day she got her school things; when Malfoy Sr. was picking a fight with her father about being poor. That night, she found it and thought her parents got it for her. As she did, Lily stopped her to give her a stern warning about writing in something that seemed to have a mind of its own. Ginny was possibly the most retentive person in the world at that moment when it came the learning from Lily’s warning words due to the situation and they were able to move on quickly.

As Harry listened to his mother, he had a bad feeling. He remembered the day that Ginny was talking about, remembered Malfoy Sr. picking her books up before dumping them in her cauldron. That was the only time he could think of that she wasn’t paying attention to her books, because she was still a Lockhart fan-girl back then and she was admiring her brand new complete collection of the books that Harry had given her almost non-stop.

After making sure that Ginny and Rose were okay, the four of them left the Chamber and headed up to the Headmaster’s office. As they got to the office, they came in as Dumbledore had been in the middle of pulling the ‘old man who always wins in the end’ act with Lucius. Lucius was demanding the Headmaster tell him why he was back at Hogwarts, to which Dumbledore explained that because another Pureblood was attacked/kidnapped, along with the sister of the Boy-Who-Lived, the School Governors thought it best that he should return to sort it out.

As the four got into the Headmasters Office, they saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sitting there looking worried. Even James was there, along with McGonagall. The moment that they walked into the office, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley got up and hugged their daughter, whilst James got up and hugged Rose. They also saw Dobby, which made Harry more convinced that Malfoy was behind all this. When asked what happened, Lily and Harry explained what happened. When they asked what happened to the diary, Harry just smiled and said it was nothing more but dust now.

Harry realized he wanted to help Dobby, seeing that he tried to warn him about the plot - even if he did do it in such a way that could have killed him. So Harry told Malfoy that he knew that he gave Ginny the diary, and should be careful in the future about giving dark items to children. Malfoy just smirked as he told Harry that, without the diary, he had nothing on him. His comment drew dark looks from the Weasleys, James and McGonagall, but Harry just smirked back and said that, while Lucius was right, in just a few months he would become Lord Black, and could charge Lucius for damages, along with the other outstanding debts the Malfoys owed the Blacks. Harry bargained that, if Lucius gave him Dobby, he would drop the charges for Ginny. Everyone in the room looked at him strangely, but Malfoy, knowing he would barely be able to pay off the debt he already had, agreed to his terms. Just as Malfoy was leaving, Harry warned him not to mess with him or his friends, as he would make things very hard for him in the future.

Once Malfoy had left, Harry was questioned why he didn’t ruin the man now and why he asked for Dobby. Harry told them about Dobby, that the House-Elf had tried to help him. Taking the Elf would be an insult to Lucius personally. As for not ruining the man; he explained that Malfoy Sr. had a lot of uses and having the threat of Harry ruining him at any moment once he gained the title Lord Black hanging over his head would make the man behave. Everyone there realized Harry had effectively neutered the man and praised him for it, but Dumbledore and James didn’t like the idea that Harry was acting like a Slytherin.

After learning the truth, many of Harry’s so called close friends came back to him, begging forgiveness, but Harry wasn’t having any of it. He told them that any true friend would have believed him when he said he wasn’t behind the attacks, in which they didn’t and so he didn’t want them as friends. He didn’t know when they would back stab him again.

The rest of the year was an uninteresting blur and before long it was time for the summer holidays yet again.

So here we are, a few weeks into the summer after Harry’s second year. Rose was asked if she wanted to stay over with Ginny and Luna at the Weasleys and Lovegoods for a few weeks, which she happily agreed to, as it meant spending time with her friends. Harry was also asked, but he turned it down, as he wanted to train some more. He’d faced the Dark Lord twice now, even if this time was only a memory, and he wanted to make sure he was ready. He knew that until the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were either dead or in Azkaban, he wouldn’t have a normal life… no matter how much he wanted one. As for James Potter, he had a mission abroad and wouldn’t be home for a few months. So Harry and his mother were left alone in the mansion.

Harry woke up and, after completing his morning routine - loo, shower, brush teeth, breakfast with his mum - he grabbed the book he was currently reading, a list of training techniques for those skilled enough to use them, before heading towards the room he’d chosen as his training room.

During this time, Harry began to think about Hermione and his crush on her, he was thinking about asking her on a date to the Hogsmeade Village when they get back to Hogwarts. As he was thinking about Hermione and what their date could maybe lead to, kissing and maybe touching her budding breasts, his cock started to grow hard. Harry knew what everything down there was called thanks to some of the older students talking near him, but that was about it.

For the last few months, he had also noticed his voice changing, hair in places that hadn’t been there before and his cock getting hard. A lot of these times were completely random, with no real cause, which took a while to go down again. He wanted to ask his father about it, but he was usually on a mission or Harry didn’t know when he would be back. So he knew that he would have to ask his mother, which he knew would be embarrassing. But he also knew that if he wanted to know what was going on with his body, he would have to.

So, he went looking for his mum. Harry found her quickly; she was in her bedroom cleaning it up. As he entered the room, Lily asked, “Good morning Harry, are you finished with your training?” She smiled brightly at him as he answered.

“Sort of.” Harry said. A small blush appeared on his face as he started slowly, “Mum there’s something I wanted to ask you. Well, I wanted to ask, dad, but since he’s not here I can’t do that.”

“What’s the matter Harry?” Lily asked. Looking at her son, Lily’s motherly face turned from a bright cheerful smile to a concerned look quickly when noticing his blush.

“Well…” he trailed off, a hint of nervousness tinged his voice as he contemplated not going through with this and just waiting for his father before mentioning it. He took a deep breath and decided to just plunge ahead, she was his mother and his parents, especially his mother, had always wanted him to be open with her, “I’ve noticed some things changed with myself; hair growing in places where it wasn’t before, my voice changing and um, my, err, thing getting hard.” Harry said, ducking her head down in embarrassment.

Lily’s mouth formed a small ‘O’ as she cursed herself and James for not teaching their children about puberty, they taught them many things, but this was one of the things that they forgot to do. She briefly wondered why such an important subject would be set to the back but it did dawn on her that her children had yet to really start to reach puberty and this would be the first of two very embarrassing talks for her children. Thinking about how to handle this she gently replied, “Harry please sit down, I need to talk to you about something your father and I should have told you and your sister about, if not already, but very soon.”

“What’s that mum?” Harry asked as he sat on the bed. His embarrassment had faded at the casual tone his mother took, obviously it wasn’t something he should be ashamed of.

“Well it’s time to tell you about the Birds and the Bees, as the Muggles call it.” His mother answered. Once they were both comfortable, Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed and Lily sitting on the chair in front of her make-up table she began explaining the reasons for the changes he was going though and what to expect.

Harry was understandably flushed as Lily’s talk wound down, but he looked interested in what she was saying and not really disgusted overly much with anything. “Is there anything I can do to make the erections go away faster?” He asked. Sex was an obvious answer, but he didn’t think any of his friends would be open to the idea of stopping by every other hour for a shag.

“There is; do you know what masturbation is?” Seeing Harry shake his head Lily’s face reddened as she tried to awkwardly explain it to him, “Well, it’s um… when you… ah…” She wasn’t sure how to answer his question. She knew how she masturbated, and the basic idea for a guy, but she was slightly unsure of how to go about telling her son about how to wank off.

Seeing her having trouble explaining it Harry got an idea, “Would it be easier to show me?”

“Harry this isn’t something a mother could help their son’s…” Lily said, only to trail off; she clearly couldn’t explain it, and how else would he learn? Remus was out of the county looking for werewolf packs to join the Order, and she didn’t know anybody male she felt comfortable teaching her son such matters. Seeing her son’s sad face she made up her mind; while not ideal, it was just a hand job. It’s not as if she was going to do more, and it would help her son in the future, so she said, “Okay I’ll show you, but you can’t tell anyone about this. Some people will frown upon this method should they learn what I did.”

“Thank you mum,” Harry said with a smile, he did take note to hear the tone of steel behind her voice and took his acceptance to another step, “I swear not to tell anyone.”

“Good boy.” Lily replied proudly. She hesitated but a moment before continuing, deciding that she had already committed herself to this action and she would see it through for the sake of her son. “Take off your pants and we can start.” Seeing the shock on her son’s face she pressed gently, “Trust me son.”

Nodding, Harry took off his trousers and boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down in just a white button-up shirt. Lily was shocked to see that her son was almost five inches long. That was shocking in and of itself, however, the thickness of his member was something that had Lily taking a steadying breath. If he was this thick at his age, it would be a monster of a male endowment when he matured, something his father could not claim. He was only semi-erect, but it was clear it wasn’t at full size yet; bigger than she thought it would be and expected from what she’d read about over her lifetime. She didn’t say anything however, the situation was already weird enough and she didn’t want to frighten him, or make the situation any more awkward… mothers shouldn’t compliment their sons on being well endowed.

Once Harry’s clothes pooled on the floor beside the bed, Lily steadied herself before she got on the bed and sat behind him, hugging his back to her chest. Her face grew even redder from the intimate position as her breasts, even clothed as they were, pressed against his back. She set her head on his right shoulder so she could see what she was doing before she gingerly grasped his spongy cock. “Now Harry, masturbation is when you put your hand around your cock like this” She gently took hold of him, adding a bit of pressure so his thickness was receiving a considerable amount of pleasure, “And start pumping it up and down…” She tried to keep her voice and vocabulary as ‘Professorly’ as possible. Lily watched in almost amazement as his member swelled from her actions, increasing in length and width quickly as blood filled the young male organ that she now geld in her hands. She felt her breath hitch lightly as the surprisingly warm length hardened and grew in her hand. The very sight of her son’s cock engorging with blood from her ministrations quickly made her realize she hadn’t been intimate in more than half a decade.

Harry moaned, and then blinked in surprise, having never made that noise with that particular inflection before. “That feels really good.” His voice said almost automatically, the lust in his voice was unnoticeable to himself, never having heard it before but Lily could not deny the effect it had on her.

Lily did her best to ignore the pleasant tingle that appeared in her lower belly at the noises he was making. “Remember not to be too rough with yourself,” She cautioned, attempting to keep her breathing steady as she continued to pump his still hardening member in her hand, marvelling at the way he responded to her tender touch. “when you’re very worked up it may feel good to jerk on it roughly but it’s not always healthy.” She continued her ‘lesson’. “As long as you’re extra gentle you can also stimulate other parts of yourself to gain relief, like this.” She reached her free hand down to cup his balls, fondling them gently. She felt her nipples harden against her bra as he moaned lustfully, arching his head so it rested on the top of her breasts. She bit her lip and tried harder to ignore the tingle, which only grew as Harry moaned louder from her actions, his hands now resting on her thighs.

“M-Mum, I feel something building up.” Harry stammered, his feet and toes squirming in response to the sensations he was feeling.

“That’s your orgasm building up. It’s also known as cumming.” Lily commented, lost in her current task. She watched, transfixed as the male organ that her son possessed stiffened to its full length and width and her eyes were locked on the dribble of pre-cum that appeared at the tip of his organ. She licked her lips unconsciously, watching as her son writhed beneath her and her hands felt his member stiffen once again, another jet of pre-cum coating his tip as his balls clenched in her hands.

The only sound that filled the room for the next few minutes was Harry’s heavy panting, broken up by moans as Lily’s soft hands and fingers worked his cock and balls over. Lily could no longer resist her son’s wants. As she worked, her left hand undid the buttons on his shirt, eventually sliding it off of him. Her timing couldn’t have been better, as Harry’s orgasm was rapidly approaching and Harry was too lost in the sensations from that to care about the shirt. Lily’s eyes roved slightly to take in her son’s well defined chest before locking back on his member as she felt it stiffen again and his balls rise up against his body.

“It’s… I’m…” Harry gasped, his voice strained. His mothers still clothed but warm breasts, which were now on his bare back was too much for him. He had never stimulated himself but the soft feel of his mother’s fingers curled around his member, the light scraping she was doing to the underside of his ball sack made his body clench and his orgasm rise.

Without thinking, Lily leaned in close and whispered, “Don’t resist it,” She placed a light kiss on his ear before nibbling his earlobe, “Cum for me.” She panted hotly into his ear. She pressed herself harder against her son’s back, her darkened eyes locked onto his member as it visibly hardened further, shaking in her hands. Lily’s fingers felt his balls clench against his body, sending strong jets of his baby-making fluid up the stiff stick she held in her other. She could feel and see as his cock swelled with blood and then she felt the semen as it travelled up his length with her hypersensitive hands.

As Harry cried out, throwing his head back, his fingers clenching tight on her thighs. Lily bit her lip as she saw the semen spurt out of the slit on his cock head, shooting several feet into the air in a long arc before splattering over her make-up table, she watched, fascinated, as her son had his first orgasm from her own hands. His cock length rippled again and again, twice, three times, four times, she counted as his member expelled shot after shot of his load directly onto her make-up products. As she waited for his orgasm to finish, his member stiffening less explosively for the seventh time, she looked at the load he had shot, his eighth and finally shot dribbled onto her bed, staining her sheets in his virgin cum.

As her son collapsed against her, his head still bent back as it rested on her shoulder, panting heavily. Lily stared at her fingers. Harry’s semen should have been clear and thin, but what had covered her hand was the opposite; so white it was almost glowing and thick, very thick. She felt it as it adhered to her skin, almost as if the sperm she saw was trying to impregnate her skin despite the fact that it was impossible, his sperm was just that virile. Lily brought her hand up slightly and the smell hit her like one of her strongest perfumes. Lily’s mouth watered as the pungent odour filled her nostrils, making her light-headed. She battled with herself for a few moments, she had become oblivious to Harry as she stared at the white spunk that coated her hand. Knowing full well how wrong it was, she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue venturing forward. She moaned as she tasted the thick essence connecting her splayed fingers, the taste indescribable but decidedly pleasant. She licked her hand clean, making her to get every drop as her limbs unconsciously clenched tighter around her son, her free arm looping around his developing abs.

“How do you feel Harry?” Lily asked huskily, despite the fact she was his mother, that explosive orgasm was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen.

“That felt great mum.” Harry said with a lazy smile as he looked at his mum from his spot in between her legs.

“So dear, are there any girls you find attractive enough to ask to be your girlfriend?” Lily asked, keeping their current position. She was a bit worked up, and part of her brain wasn’t working properly; all she knew was that she enjoyed what she did for her son and, as oddly as it sounded, she wanted to do more with him.

“Well I do find all my female friends attractive,” Harry admitted, images of all of his friends doing what his mum did to him flittering through his mind’s eyes, causing his cock grew hard once again. “But there’s only one I’d like to ask as my girlfriend.” He admitted.

“Well…” Lily started, but stopped as her mind really thought about what she was about to offer. She was scared, but also very excited about the idea. To do this would forever change their relationship, they could never go back. Regardless, her mouth started moving again before she thought about it anymore, “I could teach you how to make a girl happy and teach you about boyfriend/girlfriend stuff that you might need as well.” She offered, not hesitantly like before, but the undertone of lust that coated her voice was unmistakable to Harry’s member as it twitched in response to her voice, “Like before, you can’t tell anyone about what I’m going to teach you. Stuff like this between families is far more accepted in the Magical World, but it would still be something that could be used against us.” She warned hastily, though the lust was still there.

Harry was ecstatic at learning something new, especially if it could help him with his would-be girlfriend, so he was readily willing to keep anything his mum taught him to himself. Besides that, what she had just done basically blew his mind and if there was anything that could help him have others feel that pleasure then he would gladly learn it. “You have my word mum, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good boy Harry.” Lily said with a lustful smile, her hormones were driving her barmy with such a virile male sitting between her legs, even if that male was her own flesh and blood. “Now, we’ll start with kissing. I’m going to kiss you on the lips, and I want you to kiss me back.” She asked, waiting for him to nod before continuing, she rubbed herself against his back as she stared at his still exposed member, “When you feel my tongue trying to enter your mouth, open your mouth and allow it inside, after that do whatever feels best, I have faith in your instincts. Do you understand?” She asked as she tore her eyes away from his member and to eyes that looked eerily like her own.

“Yes mum.” Harry nodded. He turned around, now sitting on her lap with his legs wrapped around her waist, his erection briefly pressed against her stomach before Lily lifted up her shirt a little and stretched it over his cock, trapping it between her shirt and her stomach. Harry didn’t know why she did this, but didn’t care as her smooth flat belly rubbed against the sensitive underside of his cock. Lily shivered as his hot member pressed against her stomach, the remains of his explosive orgasm rubbed against her toned stomach and she could not deny the tremble of want that passed through her loins.

Harry leaned forward once he was in position, his lips mirroring his mother’s. Their lips met and Harry first impression was good. Her lips were soft and dry, but not dry enough that they could be chapped. They moved their lips around for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being pressed against each other in this way. Soon enough though, like his mum had said, her tongue slipped past her lips and licked his. He opened his mouth dutifully and was taken off guard by the surprise burst of physical pleasure he gained when his mother’s tongue attempted to wrap around his. He hadn’t expected it to feel this good. Lily’s tongue invaded his own mouth, her hormones driving her to almost ravage his mouth in her haste to get to what she wanted. She did not ignore teaching him, coaxing his tongue out from his mouth for a tentative foray into her own before she let him take over.

Like what was suggested Harry experimented. First, he continued with what was already happening, pressing and running his tongue along his mothers, which turned into a sort of duel for a while before they both broke off and explored each other’s mouths. They both moaned from the pleasure. Harry couldn’t believe merely pressing their tongues together in such a way was so incredibly pleasing and arousing but the way his mother moaned from his actions spurred Harry on. Harry’s hips rolled on their own, his erection grinding and thrusting against Lily’s stomach, causing it to become slimy with his inordinate amount of pre-cum.

Lily pulled back, more worked up then she could ever remember being. She gleefully noted the line of spit still connecting her mouth to her son’s before she looked higher and took in his glazed expression. “Sweety.” She said to get his attention, her voice coming out in a sensual purr that caused Harry’s cock to twitch against her, making her shiver in arousal. She couldn’t believe that her son had her so wound up she was actually going to commit incest and she was okay with it!

“Hwha?” Harry mumbled eloquently.

“I want you to get up and sit on the edge of the bed again.” She said slowly.

Harry nodded, coming down from his high slowly.

Lily got up and almost ripped her jeans and shirt off, leaving herself in her matching lacy red silk knickers and bra - showing her son her D-cup breasts. She waited until Harry looked lucid again before she spoke. “Harry, do you like what you see?” Lily asked her son as she saw him looking up and down her body, “Would like to see me fully naked?” She knew it was wrong in a deep part of her, but the lustful part of her, the part that hadn’t had sex in a long, long time didn’t care and wanted this a lot. In her deepest parts, Lily felt a twinge in her loins as she felt her son’s gaze rake over her body as if she were a piece of meat to be devoured. She could not deny the fact that, though they were mother and son, a virile male saw her body and desperately wanted to mate with it to fulfil the age old evolutionary need to create more progeny.

Seeing that Harry looked slightly hesitant now that she had disrobed. She could practically see how he was going to suggest they stop, despite the fact he had a raging erection and obviously wanted it. He would stop because he was a moral person, just as she raised him. Instead, she said, “Harry, don’t think of me as your mother right now but instead as a…” She tried to think of a good substitute, “Magical Sex Toy. A toy that teaches you about sex and could do whatever you like to it.” Lily’s lustful intentions were in full swing and she pounced upon seeing Harry nodding in understanding again, “Would like to see your new sex toy fully naked?” She said lustfully.

Harry just nodded, but Lily wasn’t having any of it, so she said, “You have to tell me Harry, otherwise it won’t happen; would like to see your new sex toy fully naked?” She wanted him to tell her what to do, to dominate her actions and take her as his own.

“Ye-yes I do.” Harry answered, shocking himself with his ability to speak. “I would like to see you naked.” He said mechanically.

“Good Harry,” Lily said with a smile before she removed her knickers and bra. Allowing her lust to get the better of her she went on to say, “Listen Harry, since, at the moment, I’m your Sex Toy, It’s only reasonable that I call you Master. Would you mind that,” She asked coyly, throwing a shy look at him to inflame his desire, “Would you like that?” she whispered quietly, her voice husky and full of lust, seeing, Harry’s eyes darkening, she continued, “And you call me Toy, for now?” She asked, biting her bottom lip sexily as her pussy twitched.

For some reason unknown to Harry, his cock pulsed even harder at the idea, “I’d like that… T - Toy.” He started hesitantly, but found himself enjoying how it rolled off his tongue. He felt himself stiffen even further as her next act.

Rubbing her thighs together from the heat that developed in her belly, Lily knelt between Harry’s legs, her hands loosely grasping his cock, ghosting up and down its length. Briefly, she had an image of him, thrusting this magnificent and thick cock down her honey pot and her screaming his name again and again in ecstasy. She shuddered heavily, feeling her wet pussy flowing with juices as she spoke, “Now Master,” Lily began lustfully, “When you make your girlfriend happy enough she may offer to give you something called a blowjob. While some girls like to do this, and may do it regularly if you return the favour, others’ don’t, and likely won’t offer it at all, instead offering straight sex.” She explained, remembering her original purpose despite the change from what she had originally planned when she suggested her masturbation exercise. “I’m in the former category, I enjoy the act and want to show you what it’s like to receive one so you don’t get too excited and hurt your girlfriend.” She explained as she gently patted his still erect member. “Now sit back and enjoy, Master.” She smiled lustfully.

With a smile, Lily started to lick up and down her son’s cock. Lily made sure to nip his skin lightly, enjoying the way he moaned from her actions. As she did this, she massaged his balls with her right hand, her left resting in his inner thigh. She bobbed her head lower and lower, taking more and more of his cock until she pulled all the way back before sinking down again, this time not stopping until her lips kissed his pelvis, the small patch of soft hair above his cock tickling her nose. Her throat constricted around his member, feeling him pulsing inside her mouth she moaned around his cock as she enjoyed having his full member inside her mouth. She held herself in place for almost a full ten seconds, her tongue peaking out to lick his sack. Lily moaned as she saw her son’s blanked out expression, his eyes glazed as he moaned loudly. In turn, this caused Harry to clench his eyes shut and grip her hair and, without realizing it, began to fuck her mouth. His hips move back and forth, thrusting his cock into the tightness of her throat as he enjoyed the feeling of his first blowjob, which turned into a deep-throat. He moaned as his mother continued performing fellatio on his iron prick.

Lily continued deep-throating him, holding herself as low as she could as Harry’s moans, and thus her own, grew louder and louder. She suddenly started when she tried to raise herself up again, only to have her head forced back down, meeting Harry’s hip as he trust upwards with a cry with a wet smack, the copious amounts of drool she had left around his cock creating the sound. Lily felt her pussy lips clench from the force of his pull and her own juices started flowing more freely as she felt his hips smacking into her face. Lily’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling herself even harder down on his prick as it grew stiff in her throat, shaking briefly before the tip exploded, his thick seed pouring down her throat. Lily was momentarily taken aback, the slow build-up of his handjob was nothing compared to the explosive force of his blowjob. He had slowly built up for when she had been stroking him but with his prick down her throat, Harry couldn’t hold on long before he burst into her stomach. Lily happily swallowed, gulping down every drop, releasing muffled and erotic moans.

Harry held his mother’s face flush against his pelvis as his member stiffened again and again, shooting a load comparable to the one now staining his mother’s makeup table down her throat. He groaned out as he felt her swallow his last jet of cum and slowly sucked her way off his tool, sucking the remaining vestiges of cum stored within his prick into her mouth. His balls clenched, stiffening his member one last time before his orgasm ended.

“Oh Master, that was wonderful.” Lily said as she pulled back once Harry slumped back onto the bed, the lightest slur in her tone that pleased Harry in ways he couldn’t explain. She smiled widely in surprise as she noticed he was still hard. “I enjoyed that a lot. I see someone still has another round in them…”

Harry just smiled as he eyed her flushed body, shivering in obvious want as he said, “Maybe in a bit Toy, how about you teach me how to return the favour?”

Lily was on a hair trigger, and his offer was seen as a way to pleasure her; not through cunnilingus like Harry meant, but in a broader term. She didn’t hesitate as she jumped on his lap and after a very short second of lining herself up slammed her pussy down on her son’s hard cock, her hips slapping into his with a loud squelching noise from the amount of drool surrounding his tool and the pussy juices that his thick cock was now coaxing from her pussy. She moaned out as she felt her walls spread apart for the first time in over five years. She had been a virgin when James took her, and a few years of sex combined with two births had left her considerably looser than her first time, but still tight to James’ comparative member, as he vocally supported the last time they had been intimate.

This time, however, was different. Despite their age differences, Harry was less in length but more in width than James. Much more in width, this, combined with almost 7 years of celibacy, left Lily in slight pain but she could not deny the hiss of pleasure that his roll of the hips brought from within her loins.

Harry yelped in surprise, but was more preoccupied with the extremely pleasurable feeling that was assaulting his brain. His mind concentrated on three facts, the first was how wet his mother/toy, was. Their joining was not a silent one, the sounds of their organs combining was one of the most awkward, yet erotic sounds Harry had ever heard. The second, was the feel of her walls as they clenched around him. The walls gripped his member, much like her hand had, and rubbed him in ways that had his eyes rolling in his head from the first feel of an adult pussy. Finally, his mind registered her tightness, if Harry had anyone to compare to, he would say that Lily had never given birth before and he would doubt that she had even had sex before as he twisted his hips, “Tight.” He said almost painfully from the way she clenched on him before she twisted her hips in response, “Oh that feels wonderful Toy.” He moaned deeply.

Lily felt the smile on her face as she heard her son call her tight. She had always prided herself on that fact and, despite the fact he was much larger in width than she was used to, it was still a boost to her ego that he would enjoy her body so much, “So Master, would you like to return the favour, or would you like me to teach you how to fuck your Toy’s pussy?” Lily asked hotly, grinding her hips hard. She was going to ride him no matter what, she just wanted to tease him a bit.

Remembering the talk that he had a short while ago, and how it felt to have his mother’s, no, his Toy’s pussy around his cock, just standing still, he wanted to know what it would feel like if she started moving. “I think a small skip ahead in the lesson is for the best.” Harry reasoned with a lustful smile.

“Then let your toy lay down on her back.” Lily responded as she pulled off of Harry’s cock, causing him to moan at the loss, before she quickly laid on her back. Once she was there she spread her legs and said, “You can put your cock back in your Toy’s pussy now, Master.”

Harry was far too focused on her puffy pink lips to respond, he may have been slightly more annoyed with her if he didn’t have the picture perfect pussy sitting in front of him. He examined her pussy thoroughly, enjoying the way her lips throbbed and her pink lips seemed to want to gobble up whatever he put there he decided to test that theory. He crawled up on top of her and placed his cock at her entrance, pausing briefly to enjoy the feeling of her pussy lips almost trying to suck the head inside. With a jerk, he speared his cock within her tight hole once again, moaning in pleasure as the walls gripped his length.

It began slow and steady, but as soon as Harry got into a rhythm he slowly got faster. Harry was having a hard time establishing a rhythm when he first started, jerking his hips erratically and attempting to keep himself from hurting his toy. But, Harry was always good at learning new things and soon he was ready to advance. He soon heard his Toy say, “That’s good Master, but some women like it when you go faster and harder. I like it hard and rough.”

Instead of answering, Harry began to go faster and harder as his toy wanted. Harry knew he wouldn’t last long, already he could feel his balls beginning to move closer to his body, his member stiffening even further and swelling inside his toy.

Meanwhile, Lily couldn’t believe the way her son was pounding into her. She had thought he would be done shortly but his staying power was increased from the two times he had already blew his load. She arched her back beneath him, pressing her breasts into his chest as his cock reached a spot deep inside her. “Oh Master, please more.” She moaned to Harry, urging his member to swell inside her and she knew it wouldn’t be long. Soon, Harry felt himself about to cum, and said as he pulled out of his Toy, “I’m going to cum Toy.”

Lily felt him pull out of her, his tip about to leave her body and deny her the pleasure she sought so desperately. She was close as well, little held her back from her own orgasm and she hoped his own would set her off. Lily made a split decision, deciding that after having done this act, the two would never be mother and son again, their bond would go deeper than before, as she put her legs around his wrist and pulled him into her, she said, “Master please cum inside me, make me yours.”

By now Harry was very into the sex. He could hardly hold himself back from depositing his load as deep as he could within his mother/toy. He wanted to do so but he managed to hold himself back from the husky tone she talked with and asked, “What about father?” He said as he was pulled back into her hot depths, his bulbous head resting just inside her body.

“Your father give up having sex with me years ago,” Lily said sadly, still trying desperately to get his member back inside her and finish the job she wanted from the bottom of her soul, “The truth is he has a new lover that he fucks. So make me yours, please son, Master, make this Toy, your mother, yours fully, cum inside me.” Lily begged her son/Master.

Harry was shocked what he heard about his father, but was turned on that his mother and now Toy wanted him to make her his in full. Without a real choice, Harry decided what Lily had decided, that if they could no longer be a proper family, they would have a deep connection no matter what. He stopped his resistance from her legs and allowed his full length to slip into her warmth once again. He moaned out loud as her hips pumped up and down, her pussy clenching harder and harder at his member.

“Do you really want to be mine?” Harry asked, an idea forming in his head as he looked down at his mother, not yet his toy, in undisguised lust yet the love her felt for her shone through.

Lily threw all pretence to the wind, “Yes, Yes!” She shouted, clawing at his back and her legs trying to push him further and further into her womanhood, trying to reach her most sacred place, her womb. “I want to be yours, body and soul!” she said huskily.

Harry smiled down at her, then leaned down to her ear, thrusting his hips so he felt the end of her pussy and the beginning of her womb, feeling her own hips thrusting to get him to the same place, “Then relax.” He said quietly.

Lily looked confused for a few moments, wondering what he meant but then he thrust up against her womb again, purposefully. She felt her pussy clench in response, trying to keep him there but he retreated slightly, allowing her to make the final decision. This was what he wanted, he wanted her complete submission. Sure, her words would be strong and allowing him to cum inside her was strong as well but what he was asking was the ultimate in submission. He was asking for her womb.

He wanted her to take her womb and open it wide, relax the defences of her body and allow him to place himself deep within her, claiming her in the most intimate of ways. In ways that she hadn’t allowed James. She looked at him, surprise hidden in her eyes as she wondered where he would get this idea. She looked deep and saw that he came up with this all on his own. Thus, she decided.

Her legs relaxed, no longer clutching at his hips to pull him deeper, her body lowered onto the bed, her hips were completely open to his thick member, pulsating deeply within her and splitting her pussy lips so delectably. Lily shuddered slightly as she felt him push even further into her, knocking on her door yet again as she relaxed further, feeling the opening to her womb loosening, she spoke, “I am yours master, body and soul.”

Harry smiled, thrusting his hips, feeling his cum bubbling up from his balls from her submission, he spoke, “You are mine Toy.” He declared with a smile as his cum burst from his member, blasting straight into her womb and causing her own orgasm. Despite the way her body twitched weakly beneath him, Harry felt her pussy clamp down on his member, coaxing more and more of his pasty spunk down her canal and straight into her womb. Blast after blast and load after load of his hot, white, sticky cum plastered themselves to his toy’s inner walls and caused the earth-shattering orgasm that consumed both of them.

Lily felt her Master’s member stiffen and his cum travel to the slit at the head of his member. Her eyes rolled in her head as she felt his hot and sticky spunk land within her womb, claiming it in such a way as to leave her no doubt she would never be satisfied with anyone other than her own son ever again. Her womb felt like it was on fire, almost as if the pleasure she was receiving from her orgasm and from the feeling of having his cum pumped into her would melt her very insides.

Her hands clawed at his back weakly, feeling the way her body became completely limp from the feeling of having his cum pumped into her, Harry smiled deeply at his new toy. Her pussy still clung desperately at his hard member, coaxing one final shot of cum from his balls before allowing him to pull out of her and to see his thick spunk dribble from her pussy lips was, possibly, the most erotic sight of the night.

Afterwards, they laid next to each other, as Lily hugged her new Master, happy that this happened. She knew that their lives would never be the same again, as she knew that she would be Harry’s Toy for a long time and he would be her Master, no matter what. As sleep caught up with her, she knew that their lives would never be the same again and she was happy with that.

But as they lay there, they were shocked to her Rose called out, “Mum, Harry, what’s going on!?” As they looked up, they saw Rose and Ginny at the doorway, looking completely stunned.

The End!



Authors Note: So here end another One Shot for Pottercest. Please don’t kill me on how I end the story, I did this so that you could carry the story from this point, or have it as a possible start to a sequel if I decide to do one. I hope you like this story and give me a few minutes to review. If you have any ideas for future chapters, please let me know…