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Bedroom

by wordhammer

Wakey, wakey, Harry

Category: Harry Potter - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Erotica,Humor - Characters: Harry,Lily - Warnings: [!!!] [X] [?] [Y] - Published: 2014-05-10 - 3684 words

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Holly Polter



Chapter: Bedroom



Nightmares were becoming too common for Harry this summer.

He awoke with a start. Early morning light from the window reflected off the metal alarm clock that had landed next to his head- no doubt what woke him. Thank Merlin for that; he'd been stuck in a particularly nasty nightmare. A basilisk had been chasing him through the Tournament maze until it had tripped him, though it chose to attack Cedric who had fallen next to him. The great snake swallowed the other competitor up to the waist, and then the pair merged, transforming into Voldemort's moon-white upper half with a giant snake body. Voldemort's maw opened impossibly wide to reveal sabre-sized hollow fangs dripping with black ichor. He launched at Harry, and just as the fangs should have punctured his body was when the real-world had bounced a clock off his brow.

Harry sat up and squinted to scan his room, gratified to find no Demented-Hufflepuff-Serpent Lords trying to strangle or consume him. There was only the lumpy bed, his bedstand, the chipped dresser, his plain and rickety desk, a girl, Hedwig's cage, the tatty rug covering the loose floorboard--

He scrambled to don his glasses only to find that he wasn't mistaken; a dark-haired girl wearing a black Hogwarts robe was sitting indian-style on his desk. As such, he noticed that her legs and feet were bare before he'd bothered trying to identify her. All for the best, as she looked entirely too familiar. It was like looking at a distorted reflection- his own green eyes in a similar face stared back at him, skin as pale and nose as narrow. The girl had wider, full lips, wore no glasses (though she was squinting at him) and her long black hair was tied in a braid leaving the fringe in front to cover her forehead, but otherwise the resemblance was obvious.

"I borrowed a robe," she whispered, "hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Of course I mind!" Harry barked. "Who are you and what are you doing in my room? And why do you look like me? What kind of twisted trick is this?"

"I'd keep the shouting to a minimum, Harry."

"What are you talking about? Who are you?"

"Why, I'm your fairy godmother, of course!" the girl taunted. "Even if you doubt that obvious fib, I'd still say that yelling is only going to make your life worse as soon as the Dursleys--"

At which point Vernon Dursley burst through the door. His beady eyes darted about, no doubt looking for the most obvious reason to punish Harry and in this case he found a really good one. "What in heaven's name-- HOW DARE YOU BRING A GIRL INTO THIS HOUSE!" he roared.

The girl flinched at the noise and then slid down from her perch on Harry's desk to stand directly in front of the large man. Shorter even than Harry, she was outmassed by his Uncle Vernon by a frightening margin, yet she stood there looking up at the man as if he were barely an annoyance. Harry was briefly distracted trying to decide whether David or Jonah was the more fitting biblical analogue.

"He didn't bring me in," the girl declared to Harry's uncle, "I broke in, stole his robe and then woke him up when I saw he was having a nightmare. And I'm not just referring to his life here when I say that."

Harry wasn't sure whether to feel embarrassed or vindicated.

Vernon seethed, "I-- that's-- There's no excuse for that, either! I've a mind to have you taken away by the police!"

"I'll tell them you brought me here."

"What?"

The girl then made a convincing impression of a (possibly Irish) kidnap victim, pleading to Harry as if he were the visiting constable.

"Th-th-the large man wif a bushy moo-stash- he... he musta nabbed meh! I found meself naked in da boot uv 'is auto, an' when I escaeped to beg for help, well, he grabbed me again an' stoofed meh in the cupboard 'neath the stairs. I could tell I wasn't the fairst, what wiv the locks and the old mattress down thaire."

Harry and Vernon both flushed- in shame or fury in turn, but the girl continued her rehearsal. "When I would'na give 'im the tenders he wanted, he threatened to toss meh to yeh and fash like I'm some thaief and floozeh and he'd hit me so hard I canna e'en remember me name--"

"What's this-- I never!" Vernon blustered. "You-- you're one of his kind, aren't you?"

The girl smiled and dropped her act. "Oh, yeah. I have the magic in me. Thing about that; do you think Harry likes you?"

"WHAT? Why should I listen--?"

"Because if you think he doesn't like you, what do you suppose he'll do to you once he's an adult and no longer restricted from using his talents against you? He might want to have a real reckoning, seeing as you've been less than hospitable for a dozen years now."

"He wouldn't dare!"

"You a sporting man, then? Believe that's a wager worth making? Just think of it; Harry, wand out and ready, counting the seconds 'til his majority whilst you sleep, unaware that the hour of his deliverance is also the beginning of your worst nightmare."

She stepped forward until inches from Vernon's ponderous belly and stared up into his jowls. "It might be best for you to make a strategic withdrawal now, and think about the future," her calm voice threatened, "... and how little of it you may have left."

Uncle Vernon's evident rising blood pressure was giving Harry some concern, but on the flipside, this was the most anyone had ever said or done in his defense, and he wasn't inclined to interrupt her. Even more surprising, this girl was doing so whilst unarmed, wearing naught but his oldest school robe, her bare feet set in a wide stance and her hands at her hips. His musing was cut short when Uncle Vernon tore his gaze from the girl in favour of barking at Harry.

"Now, see here, boy! You'll get this trollop out of here, and I mean today! No more funny business, either of you!" Following this, Harry's uncle turned with a harrumph and stomped back out of the room. His thunderous retreat down the stairs prompted a whinge from Dudley in the next bedroom;"Oi-Harry-shuddup-it's-too-bloody-early!"

Vernon growled back up the stairs, "Watch your mouth, Dudders."

The girl closed the door and turned to face him with a smile.

He looked back at her with unrestrained awe. Without any evidence of magic or might, she had sent Uncle Vernon running. "Who'd you say you were, again?"

"I hadn't, but you can call me Holly- like your wand." She gestured toward his wand still resting on the bedstand.

"And--" Harry was having a hard time believing she was real, so he was dreading the answer to his next question; "-- why are you here, exactly?"

The girl - Holly - made a wry half-smile. "I'm here to help. I've always wanted to be here for you, Harry, but now I can really help. Y'see, I am your wand, transformed into a girl."

"Err... but my wand's still there."

"Oh. Well, maybe I'm a boggart, Harry. Is there any reason to think your greatest fear is yourself as a witch?"

"No! I'd never even thought of it. Besides, you aren't making me afraid. Just a bit--"

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yeah. But less than I'd think. You do seem familiar. And you seem to know much more about me than I've ever told anyone but my friends. You're my wand?"

"Bet you wish you cleaned me more often, now. I could use a good polishing and rub down. Do I look... dirty to you?"

This triggered several layers of successively embarrassing thoughts for Harry, accompanied by the heat of a blush that he felt out to his ears. It occurred to him that while Holly might be shorter, she most certainly had an adult woman's curves. He was only saved from his mortification when he noticed Holly's taunting grin.

"You're having me on! Oh, you... that was-- you're not my wand. Who are you, then?"

"Let's just say that Neville's last mistake in Potions was a doozy."

"Oh, come on."

"Yeah, I'm really the inversion of you escaped from a magic mirror."

Harry was getting impatient enough for his own sarcasm to kick in. "Funny- you don't look evil."

"Who says you're shat from angels? Besides, the real deal-breaker for that one is that we're both right-handed."

"Then who--"

"Time turner snafu- I'm you and Hermione tangled together."

"I don't see the resemblance."

"Kept the good of both- your looks, her brains and superior gender."

"Hah! Superior? But really--"

"Harry, bizarre as it may seem, and it's a bit odd for me as well, I'm a version of you. The cause isn't important right now. I am here. I'm in your corner, and if nothing else, I could use your help in getting some proper clothes and other living arrangements."

"Maybe you could stay here, only hidden."

"Now that you've got me, you want me for yourself, eh?"

"It's not that." Harry blushed again, but then his mood darkened, as he remembered why things had felt grim this summer. "I've been cut off, and I'm sick of it. If you're really in my corner, then be here, in my corner. I can't fathom why, but you just seem too familiar to be an enemy."

"I bet it's easier to talk to me because I'm basically you, right? Kinda like having a long-lost sister who's been secretly keeping tabs on you finally show herself."

"Yeah. I guess... I feel like there's no way you'd judge me. Or something."

"I suppose not. I can guarantee that there's nothing you've done or thought that is worse than what I've already done or thought myself." Holly smiled again and then sat down next to Harry on his bed.

Harry looked over at her and smiled back, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out where to go from there. How much would she know about him? How much of his thoughts would echo hers? What if this was all a trap? It didn't feel like one- as unlikely as it seemed, Holly's various bogus explanations made it easier to accept her, if only because she knew of his friends and their foibles. Of course, Harry couldn't really come up with any explanation that didn't boil down to, 'It's magic; just roll with it'. He was going with his gut, and his gut said that this girl was family. Not him as a girl, exactly. More like a big sister like she'd said. A shorter one, but older than him- probably just past school age. Maybe a cousin.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Holly bounced on the bed to prompt some motion and suggested, "You should get dressed. We can go for brekkers and sort out a few things."

"Do you think we should be seen out in public together? I mean, with Voldemort back I expect it must be dangerous for us. That's what Ron and Hermione say in their letters." Harry's discontent reared up again. "That's about all they say, really. 'Can't say anything. Stay out of trouble, out of sight.' You know them, right?"

"Let's just say I've heard of them. I've heard of most everyone you've met and quite a few you haven't, but I don't know what you think of anyone, or what you've been through. If you tell me who they are to you, it might help us both."

"Now I'm thinking you're a hallucination."

"Nah-I'd know more about you and probably wouldn't provoke Vernon just by being here. Also, my name isn't Tyler."

"I don't get it."

"Which further proves I'm a different person. We read different books."

"Please... who are you, really?"

"I'm Holly." She took a deep breath and grasped his hand in hers. She looked straight into his eyes and he felt dizzy for a moment, then a calm settled over him and his shoulders lost some of their tension. She continued, "I used to be in your shoes, but things went much worse for me, until I finally got it under control. Once I was finished, rather than being dead I appeared here. I'm really not sure why. My current theory is that this is the work of a higher power and He tossed me here to show how it should have gone."

"So you really are on my side?"

Holly nodded. "I am your missing family. Mother, sister, friend, confidant, trainer and advocate. There are two things I cannot do for you."

"What?"

"I won't make your choices for you. That's just the way I am."

"And the other thing you can't do?"

"Cast spells." She frowned. "I tried a few things with your wand before I woke you up, but it wasn't listening to me. My influence over magic seems to end at my fingertips. Good enough for unlocking doors, but not to wrap Vernon in a binding spell or lock his tongue to the roof of his mouth."

"But you had to steal my robe?"

"I showed up out in the garden wearing morning dew and lawn clippings. Figured it might be easier for us to have intelligent conversation if you weren't distracted by my assets. Besides, conjured clothes have an expiry that inevitably takes effect at the most embarrassing time possible. Believe me- I know."

Harry's eyes widened.

Holly smirked. "Already wondering, are we?"

He blushed but smiled.

Holly shrugged and stood up, turning to face him. The black robe fell from her shoulders and slid off her body into a pile on the floor, leaving her bare.

All thought of their similarity slipped from his mind- this was a woman. She was curvy, with a heavy pair of breasts, smooth and round, and she had a trim but sturdy frame. Her toned torso tapered to her waist at the navel and then swelled into wide hips making for a round but firm backside. Wisps of black hair crested the gap between her thighs- strong and lean thighs at that, her calves were as well. Even her bare feet made Harry's pulse quicken.

Holly twisted to the side to show off more of her body to him. Raising her arms above her head made her breasts lift up and out, and her coppery areolae firmed into nubs as he gazed at them. She danced a slow pirouette, so that Harry could see her from all sides.

He felt heat spread from his cheeks up to his hairline and down to his knees. A nervous cackle escaped his senseless lips. He set his hands in his lap only to bump into his erection, an embarrassing reaction that was thankfully obscured by his bunched up blanket. He then moved the hands to his sides, then gripped his elbows, trying to appear natural and at ease but failing horribly.

"Your awestruck appreciation is very much flattering." Holly bent forward to reach down- Harry couldn't decide whether to ogle her curvy arse or the bounce of her round breasts. The moment her fingers touched the robes, the cloth leapt up from the floor of its own accord to wrap around her body once more. Closing a few clasps and tying the belt restored her modesty. And yet, a glance at her bare feet reminded him that one layer was all that kept her from being naked again.

"Go wash up and get dressed so we can escape this dungeon," she said, "Uncle Vernon isn't going to leave us alone for much longer."

Harry dragged his blanket around his waist and then shuffled sideways towards his door, always keeping Holly in view. He fumbled a bit with the door handle, entranced by her bemused smile. After a moment's frustration with his uncoolness, he finally rediscovered how a doorknob operates and exited into the hallway.

A moment later he opened the door again- Holly was reaching into Hedwig's cage, a wide smile and confident hand offered in greeting for his owl. Hedwig clacked, nipped her finger and then stepped out onto her forearm. Harry then remembered what prompted his return. "How can you unlock doors and make the robes jump onto your body without setting off the Ministry?"

"I wasn't speaking a spell. What they can't hear or see won't bother them. Even accidental magic doesn't earn a reaction unless it makes muggles anxious. Do silent magic and keep the effects out of sight and you should slip beneath the radar, so to speak. Go wash up."

Hedwig whistled and made a stuttering noise in agreement.

Following a long, hot, steamy, satisfying, tension-relieving shower ... Harry returned to his room to find Holly was still cuddling with Hedwig. She set the owl back onto the cage frame, then moved to allow Harry the bedroom to change clothes. She mentioned as they traded positions, "Vernon stomped up here when your shower started, no doubt to check that we weren't bathing together. I'd suggest a prompt departure. Where's Petunia, by the by?"

"Majorca, with her friend Vivian. It's just Dudley and Vernon for the week. I'll catch Hell for not making breakfast for them."

"Perhaps one will eat the other if you're gone long enough."

"I like that idea," Harry said, "at least for the outcome."

They crept down the stairs, both skipping the squeaky bottom step. Uncle Vernon had fallen into a loud coughing snore in his armchair, so they continued less cautiously. Harry stooped into the cupboard to grab a pair of taped-up old trainers for Holly's bare feet. "Should I get my things?"

"No," Holly whispered, "it's not like I've got a place to move you to, just yet. There may be other factors as well. Best not to sacrifice your safe houses, no matter how annoying the landlord. Grab your Gringott's key, though."

Harry caught short and shot her a look. Holly saw it and raised her hands in supplication. "We'll buy stuff for you and I'll take your castoffs- or spend however much you feel a flash of my body was worth."

"So we're going shopping?"

"I'm a girl. It was inevitable." Harry's look of confusion elicited a sigh from Holly. She teased, "Just how much life experience are you lacking, Harry?"

"Most of it," Harry grumbled, "unless it could've killed me."

They left the house into the dusty morning; what water had been feeding the neighborhood lawns in defiance of the hosepipe ban would boil away in the heat of day, the way this summer had gone. Harry led Holly to an isolated alleyway, then held his wand out to summon the Knight Bus. It appeared a few minutes later in a flash of purple and the sound of fleeing cats.

Stan Shunpike stepped out, delivered his rote greeting and then gave Harry a knowing look. "Are we transporting Neville Longbottom again, or--?"

"No, Stan. I'm Harry, of course. The Leaky Cauldron?"

"Think I've 'eard of it. That's in London, innit? Eleven sickles each."

Holly perked up at a thought and asked, "Can I get a toothbrush?"

Stan protested, "We don' sell 'em during the day! You're an odd sort, you are. Wha's your name, then?"

"Holly without-a-toothbrush, Mr. Shunpike."

Harry paid the man and they climbed up to the second level to find a seat. Once they were underway, Holly asked Harry to make a duplicate of his glasses for her to wear. He cast the spell for her and was rewarded with a smile that made his chest a little tight. It surprised him how much Holly's look of approval meant to him.

They spent the trip sharing a curved chaise lounge that slid back and forth across the varnished floor of the bus, bouncing off other pieces of fine furniture as their vectors changed. Holly had arranged them to sit at an angle with their legs loosely interlaced, each with an arm braced along the chaise back to minimize the chance of falling off or knocking into each other. When not gripping the chaise, Holly threaded her fingers through Harry's. It only took a little while for Harry to relax into the closeness of the affectionate touches. Holly had kept his discomfort to a minimum by asking him about his life so far.

He brought her up to speed on his recent trials and tribulations during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Holly had a disconcerting habit of staring into his eyes as he spoke, but whenever his storytelling would falter, she'd say just the right thing to remind him of another adventure worth recounting.

They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron just past noon. Harry stumbled down the steps of the bus, exhausted, dizzy and famished, so Holly dredged up enough change from the pockets of his robe to buy them lunch. He dove into his bacon sandwich and crisps, while Holly had ordered a stew. After taking an appreciative taste, she insisted that Harry try it as well, and he found himself consuming the rest of the bowl, while alternating with bites of his sandwich. When he saw that he'd reduced both dishes to drips and crumbs, Harry looked up at Holly, aghast.

"You should have said something. Weren't you hungry?"

"Less than I expected," she replied.

"God, I feel so rude. My friend Ron might pull this kind of thing, and I'd be cringing if he did. Sorry."

"Don't worry on it, Harry. We're family. I'd rather skip wasting time with overtures of politeness between us. In fact, any time you say 'sorry' to me, I'm going to punish you for it. This time's a freebie."

"Heh. You're a bad influence."

Holly grinned. It was almost predatory.

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