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Chapter: 3
Harry had a free period and decided now was a good time as any to see about what most people would refer to as a problem. Entering the infirmary he looked around and noticed it empty. The woman he was looking for was sitting at the desk near the entrance doing paperwork.
"Morning Madam Pomfrey." Harry greeted.
Poppy looked up, "Oh, Good morning Mr. Potter. Have you taken after your Father and you're already injured somehow?"
Harry smiled, he didn't know his Dad had been accident prone, it was nice to know. "No, no, nothing like that. Something strange has been happening with my... uh... is everything private here?" Harry looked around.
Poppy, getting the response a lot, simply powered up the wards making every door in the room close and dozens of thin white barriers form, sectioning off the room into separate sections, one for every bed. "I just did my daily scan for listening charms, and the headmaster hasn't been to the hospital wing to plant more yet, so everything is completely secure." Seeing his curious look she explained, "The Headmaster means well, but he has a terrible addiction to knowing everything. I've been very deliberately slipping him various unpleasant potions in the hope he'll take a hint and stop, but it doesn't appear to be working. So what did you need dearie?"
Harry blinked at the sudden topic change, "Uh. Oh, yeah. I tend to... wank once or twice a day and the amount I release when I... ejaculate is increasing pretty quickly." He had no idea why it was so difficult to talk about this to the school nurse. He, not even a full day ago, was calling Ginny a slut while she rode his dick, and yet he couldn't talk about wanking to this woman... maybe it was a nurse thing? They all seemed naturally motherly and it was horrifically awkward to talk about anything sexual with them.
Poppy didn't even bat an eye, leading him over to the nearest bed and motioning for him to lay down. She cast a few dozen different spells on him, her eyes glowing as her brain processed the information directly. "Well... I can honestly say in all my years in the medical field I've never seen anything like this." She said finally.
"Well that doesn't sound good..." Harry muttered.
Poppy zoned back in, "Hm? Oh, no you're perfectly healthy. To much so, actually. How often do you use contraceptive charms on yourself?"
Harry's mind worked fast and in true Marauder fashion he had a perfect half truth, "Sirius told me it was a good spell to completely master, so I cast it on myself whenever I'm going to... well, get off." Damned motherly nurse vibe!
Poppy nodded, "I see. Have you ever heard the saying 'you're thinking with the wrong head'?" She asked, unabashedly amused.
"Er, yeah. My Uncle Remus uses it at least once a week to chastise Sirius for doing something stupid for sex." Harry said, wondering where she was going with this.
"That certainly sounds like the man-whore I know from school." Poppy smile wistfully at the memory of the rogue who came into her wing almost once a week for either potions for raw bits or bruising on said bits from knees applied brutally to the area. Usually the latter... "Well, it appears your penis really has started thinking for itself, not really but it's an amusing thought, because the magic around your bits has been pulled into you're testicles. It appears you're body is trying to overcome the charms you cast on yourself and it's using your magic to make yourself more fertile. I'm assuming you've been wanking regularly for years," She paused as he gave a hesitant nod, "Because your semen is about as fertile as is magically possible. Making more of it is simply your body trying even harder to overcome the charm. This isn't really unhealthy, as from what I can tell you're body has already undergone the necessary modifications for this to be both possible and safe, but I'm not really sure where it will stop. I recommend always making sure you eat enough food and drinking lots of liquids so you don't accidentally dehydrate yourself." She was surprisingly calm about this, Harry mused. Than again, she worked in a MAGICAL school infirmary. She'd probably seen everything.
"Thanks Madam Pomfrey. I was a bit worried about this becoming a problem." He answered.
"I'm sure that it won't. It appears to be random though, just to warn you. You could release a normal amount, or enough to fill up some girl's stomach to the point that she's bulging at the belly." She commented with a quirked lip at his dropped jaw, "Unlike Non-Magicals a Wizard's semen contains magic. The amount is proportionate to how powerful the Wizard is and if you're powerful enough it can have slight addictive qualities. You are extraordinarily powerful for a boy your age, so I must warn you that if you're girlfriend, once you gain one, takes your seed inside her body, either orally or through sex, she will want more, and depending on how dedicated she is, probably won't be adverse to simply tying you down and taking it by force." Poppy was shamelessly grinning at him by this point.
Harry couldn't really think of anything to say so he simply thanked the school nurse and left in a hurry, his mind going from embarrassed to unfathomable glee the second he passed the medical wing's door.
Poppy tittered to herself as she lowered the wards back to their stand-by status and got back to work. "I'll need to stock up on creams, I have a feeling there will be quite a few witches coming to me about sore bits..." She said with an amused smile, the paperwork suddenly filling itself out faster as her mood lightened.
Harry had a free period and decided now was a good time as any to see about what most people would refer to as a problem. Entering the infirmary he looked around and noticed it empty. The woman he was looking for was sitting at the desk near the entrance doing paperwork.
"Morning Madam Pomfrey." Harry greeted.
Poppy looked up, "Oh, Good morning Mr. Potter. Have you taken after your Father and you're already injured somehow?"
Harry smiled, he didn't know his Dad had been accident prone, it was nice to know. "No, no, nothing like that. Something strange has been happening with my... uh... is everything private here?" Harry looked around.
Poppy, getting the response a lot, simply powered up the wards making every door in the room close and dozens of thin white barriers form, sectioning off the room into separate sections, one for every bed. "I just did my daily scan for listening charms, and the headmaster hasn't been to the hospital wing to plant more yet, so everything is completely secure." Seeing his curious look she explained, "The Headmaster means well, but he has a terrible addiction to knowing everything. I've been very deliberately slipping him various unpleasant potions in the hope he'll take a hint and stop, but it doesn't appear to be working. So what did you need dearie?"
Harry blinked at the sudden topic change, "Uh. Oh, yeah. I tend to... wank once or twice a day and the amount I release when I... ejaculate is increasing pretty quickly." He had no idea why it was so difficult to talk about this to the school nurse. He, not even a full day ago, was calling Ginny a slut while she rode his dick, and yet he couldn't talk about wanking to this woman... maybe it was a nurse thing? They all seemed naturally motherly and it was horrifically awkward to talk about anything sexual with them.
Poppy didn't even bat an eye, leading him over to the nearest bed and motioning for him to lay down. She cast a few dozen different spells on him, her eyes glowing as her brain processed the information directly. "Well... I can honestly say in all my years in the medical field I've never seen anything like this." She said finally.
"Well that doesn't sound good..." Harry muttered.
Poppy zoned back in, "Hm? Oh, no you're perfectly healthy. To much so, actually. How often do you use contraceptive charms on yourself?"
Harry's mind worked fast and in true Marauder fashion he had a perfect half truth, "Sirius told me it was a good spell to completely master, so I cast it on myself whenever I'm going to... well, get off." Damned motherly nurse vibe!
Poppy nodded, "I see. Have you ever heard the saying 'you're thinking with the wrong head'?" She asked, unabashedly amused.
"Er, yeah. My Uncle Remus uses it at least once a week to chastise Sirius for doing something stupid for sex." Harry said, wondering where she was going with this.
"That certainly sounds like the man-whore I know from school." Poppy smile wistfully at the memory of the rogue who came into her wing almost once a week for either potions for raw bits or bruising on said bits from knees applied brutally to the area. Usually the latter... "Well, it appears your penis really has started thinking for itself, not really but it's an amusing thought, because the magic around your bits has been pulled into you're testicles. It appears you're body is trying to overcome the charms you cast on yourself and it's using your magic to make yourself more fertile. I'm assuming you've been wanking regularly for years," She paused as he gave a hesitant nod, "Because your semen is about as fertile as is magically possible. Making more of it is simply your body trying even harder to overcome the charm. This isn't really unhealthy, as from what I can tell you're body has already undergone the necessary modifications for this to be both possible and safe, but I'm not really sure where it will stop. I recommend always making sure you eat enough food and drinking lots of liquids so you don't accidentally dehydrate yourself." She was surprisingly calm about this, Harry mused. Than again, she worked in a MAGICAL school infirmary. She'd probably seen everything.
"Thanks Madam Pomfrey. I was a bit worried about this becoming a problem." He answered.
"I'm sure that it won't. It appears to be random though, just to warn you. You could release a normal amount, or enough to fill up some girl's stomach to the point that she's bulging at the belly." She commented with a quirked lip at his dropped jaw, "Unlike Non-Magicals a Wizard's semen contains magic. The amount is proportionate to how powerful the Wizard is and if you're powerful enough it can have slight addictive qualities. You are extraordinarily powerful for a boy your age, so I must warn you that if you're girlfriend, once you gain one, takes your seed inside her body, either orally or through sex, she will want more, and depending on how dedicated she is, probably won't be adverse to simply tying you down and taking it by force." Poppy was shamelessly grinning at him by this point.
Harry couldn't really think of anything to say so he simply thanked the school nurse and left in a hurry, his mind going from embarrassed to unfathomable glee the second he passed the medical wing's door.
Poppy tittered to herself as she lowered the wards back to their stand-by status and got back to work. "I'll need to stock up on creams, I have a feeling there will be quite a few witches coming to me about sore bits..." She said with an amused smile, the paperwork suddenly filling itself out faster as her mood lightened.
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