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Keeping up appearances
Harry is introduced to the elder Greengrasses, and engages in an honour duel over the rights of ownership of one Evangaline Isabelle Greengrass. After the duel, Harry looks back to how he got where...
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Darkness appears to be the absence of light,
But absence of darkness is not light.
Misery appears to be the absence of happiness,
But absence of misery is not happiness.
Harry is introduced to the elder Greengrasses, and engages in an honour duel over the rights of ownership of one Evangaline Isabelle Greengrass. After the duel, Harry looks back to how he got where he is now.
Story
"You think you can come here?!" Damien Greengrass roared as he burst through the front doors of his undeniably grand mansion, swiftly followed by his spectacular looking wife. "You stole my daughter, and now you have the audacity to come here!?" Spittle flew from his mouth and he stopped his finger towards him accusingly.
"I have the audacity to treat a woman right!" Harry roared right back at him "Just because your jealous that I'm a better man than you could ever hope to be!"
Rage flicked through the chocolate brown eyes of Damien. "Honor duel." He spat
If Harry was shocked at the suddenness of this proclamation he didn't show it. Instead he smirked. "What are the stakes?"
"If I win, you give me my daughter back. You divorce her and never speak to her again." Damien felt assured of his win. "To the death."
Daphne and her mother both gasped.
"Damien think about this! About Astoria! She still-" Evangaline tried to talk some sense into her husband.
"I won't lose." He ground out.
"And if I win?" Harry arched an eyebrow
"Then you get the rights to my wife." Damien said after a moment of thought.
"Setting the stakes awfully high for such a small thing." Harry looked at him. "You are either incredibly petty, incredibly confident or incredibly dumb. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"
Damien Greengrass was a proud man, and would never admit to anyone other than himself that Harry had hit the nail on the head. "Positive."
Harry turned to Evangaline. "Mrs Greengrass, I'm terribly sorry that your husband has involved you in this."
The woman's bleach blonde curls, oh so reminiscent of Daphne's bounced as she nodded her acceptance. It had all escalated so quick in a matter of moments. She found it rather difficult to believe.
Harry and Damien mock bowed to each other before taking 5 steps back each.
"Clear the area!" Damien shouted. Harry had to admire the level of power he showed with his voice.
"Commence." Harry immediately fired off with a stunning spell, immediately followed by a disarming charm.
"Avada Kedavra!" Damien hissed coldly, eager to get this over with as quickly as possible.
Unbelievably Harry held out his hand and absorbed the sickly green light into his palm.
"Well would you look at that?" Harry said to the shocked faces of everyone there. He saw Astoria's face peeking out of a window from the second floor. He winked at her before he rematerialised the spell and fired it towards Damien.
The wizard was so shocked he didn't make a single move as his death sped towards him. His body went flying backwards and crashed into a pillar.
"I'm sorry."
Evangaline was glad he didn't gloat. Even though she was rather pleased with her husbands death, she was glad that the first thing he did to them was apologise. She had felt it the instant Damien Greengrass died. She was a slave. The last thing her husband ever did was enslave her to another man, and she didn't quite know how to react to that.
What was worse than being a slave? Her magic knew. It knew, and it changed her attire to something she had often had rather kinky dreams about. Evangaline Greengrass was wearing nothing but a dog collar and leash. The white leather band had the word 'Slut' embroidered in gold thread.
Daphne laughed evilly as she watched her father die. Harry apologised to Daphne but she wouldn't have it. She was so pleased at the death of her father, Harry wondered if she might explode.
Harry walked up to Evangaline and forced her on her hands and knees, and then using her leash, walked her like a dog into the house. As she crawled after him she saw Astoria sitting on the stairs with her hands down her jeans. It was obvious what she was doing.
"What have you done?" She immediately stopped and ran towards her mother. "What have you done?" She repeated
"I own her." Harry smirked cruelly before he grabbed the youngest Greengrass by the top of her hair causing her to yelp and thrash,attempting to break free. "Soon, I'll own you too."
"Daphne, help me please!" Astoria cried, reaching out for her sister. "Tell him to stop!"
Daphne walked up to her and bent down so she was the same level as the 14 year old. "No." She whispered harshly.
"Evangaline." Harry turned his attention to his newest slave. The woman in question looked up to him submissively. "Force you youngest daughters clothes off."
Evangaline lurched forward but made a choking noise as she was yanked back by her leash, which Harry quickly vanished seeing her problem. The collar remained.
"This is what you get for always favouring Astoria, Mum." Daphne spat "When Harry gives you your next daughter, pay it more attention than you did me."
Harry and Daphne undressed each other as Evangaline reached her youngest daughter.
"Mum, stop!" She sobbed.
"I'm sorry," Evangaline whispered. "My master commands it."
Astoria cried as her mother had to physically tear her clothes to get them off. Her mothers massive tits, swung freely and her bald pussy dripped. Harry hadn't realised how kinky the Greengrass's were.
Daphne was quickly on her knees, licking Harry's rod until he stood at full mast. Harry walked over to Astoria and rubbed the enormous member on her face. She shook her head and spat, disgusted.
"Soon, you'll be begging for my cock inside of you!" Harry said before he threw Evangaline out of the way, revealing the slightly damp pussy lips of the youngest girl. Harry lined up with her entrance and forced his way into her painfully. She screamed as she was violated by her sisters husband. His massive cock split her apart but didn't stop to leave her any comfort. It harshly thrashed in and out of her, relentless in its endeavour to pump the young girl full of cum.
"Eat me out, Mother dearest." Daphne said spreading her legs as Evangaline complied. My this day had flipped on its head quickly.
Astoria screamed and cried and begged, but Harry wouldn't withdraw. She loved it. She loved the pain. It felt so good. She quickly orgasmed. Once. Twice. She lost count after then, her eyes rolled back into her head but he never stopped, never faltered. He just fucked her, and he fucked her good. The bulbous head of his dick smashed away at her insides.
Harry gasped as he felt the tightness of the girl he was raping. Her hot wet pussy was so tight it was almost painful. As he pumped in to her he felt her hymen and mercilessly pushed through it without hesitation. He brutally dominated her, not caring whether she liked it or not. This was about him. He sloshed in and out of her rapidly loosening pussy until his cum sprang forth from his tip and coated her insides.
"SEPTIMUS SEXUS SERVUS!" Harry screamed as he filled her up. The girl was quickly swept away into unconsciousness as Harry pulled out of her ruined pussy. His cum flowed out.
Daphne screamed her orgasm before she desperately crawled towards her sisters pussy and ate his cum out of the ruined hole.
Evangaline rose up onto her knees. She knew what was coming, so was not surprised when Harry brutally shoved his dick into her mouth with little care for what happened to her.
Harry grabbed the Elder woman and rammed his cock inside of her face. He banged her face, his cock getting stuck in her small, tight throat occasionally but he didn't care. He thrust in and out without allowing her to breathe before he stopped.
"Suck." He commanded. And she did. And she was good at it. Harry stood there as Evangaline's talented tongue licked and lapped at the flesh rod inside her mouth. Her master was so big that it was hard to breathe but she didn't care. She lived only to serve her master.
She bobbed her head up and down on his dick giving light suctions at regular intervals, coaxing him into orgasm. She orgasmed herself as she felt his cum start rushing over her tongue and directly down her throat. She felt the cum splat against the back of her throat and shuddered in pleasure. She felt as though she was born for this. Why couldn't her husband have tasted so good?
Harry quickly pulled out of her face, and Daphne was once again on clean up duty, licking his cock clean of all his cum and her mothers saliva. As Harry sat there with his wife licking his dick clean whilst her mother and sister were on the floor naked and spent, Harry thought back to when he'd met her.
Hogwarts, Scotland 1994.
Harry let out a roar of anger as he destroyed another desk.
How could they? How could his closest friends not believe him? His eyes flashed dangerously before he destroyed another desk, blasting it into splinters.
"Calm the fuck down Potter!" Daphne Greengrass walked into the room.
Harry whirled, turning his cold, hateful gaze to her, ready to curse whoever dared interrupt him. He froze however when he looked at her.
She was the epitome of beauty. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and framed her pretty face. Eyes of the bluest sapphire met his and her pouty lips turned upwards into a smirk. He vaguely recognised her.
"What the fuck do you want Greengrass?" Harry snapped.
Ignoring him she sat down on one of the few undestroyed desks, and crossed her long, smooth legs. "What is wrong with you Potter?"
Harry sneered at her before he turned around, ready to throw a curse.
"Where's Granger and the Weasel?" She asked curiously, no malice or hate in her words.
"They left." Harry sighed "Because they must. This is what happens. What always happens!" Rage seeped into his voice as he finished.
"Always?" Daphne's curiosity piqued.
"It doesn't matter. I'm used to not having friends." Harry said resigned to his apparent future.
"Said the boy-who-lived." Daphne commented dryly, noticing him flinch at his title. "Why not?"
"It's just the way I grew up. It doesn't matter." Harry was suddenly shy, and Daphne noticed
"Harry?" Daphne was concerned. "What is it?"
"You called me Harry." He smiled.
"No I didn't." Daphne said instantly, as if on automatic. "What happened?"
With that Harry opened up. He told this beautiful stranger everything about his past life. About the Dursleys, about the abuse, everything.
By the end of his story, Daphne was ready to murder. Children were treated as the most precious thing in the world by wizards, as wizarding lines were dying out and children were needed.
"I am going," Daphne began calmly before she screamed. "To kill them!"
"Daphne!" Harry's voice brought her back to earth. "Why do you care so much?"
"That is the worst crime someone could commit!" She started to lose her temper again. "Is that why your always dressed in rags?"
Harry blushed, before nodding quickly.
"Oh Harry." Daphne contemplated about how lonely he was. "I'll stay with you for the moment."
"Wha-?"
"Because even me, the Ice Queen of Slytherin, has a heart. I don't care if everyone in my house hates you I'm not leaving you alone." She said with a tone of finality. "Saying that, let's keep this on the down-low, because if anyone found out we'd both be screwed."
"Are you sure?" Harry said uncertainty tainting his voice
"Yes."
Hogwarts, Scotland 1994
After the First Task.
"So is that it?" Daphne snapped at him angrily. "You've got your friends back now, so our friendship is over?"
"What?" Harry stared at the blonde. "What are you talking about?"
"I saw you with Granger and the Weasel at the end of the first task. All made up." Daphne's anger bubbled.
"We can still be friends right?" Harry was confused.
Tears started to roll down her face." It's been a month,Harry! I know what's going to happen now! You're going to leave me for them! I'm not stupid Har-"
Harry interrupted her by grabbing her and pulling her into a searing kiss.
Daphne's eyes were wide in shock, but she quickly melted into the kiss. Her eyes closed and she started to kiss him back. Her hands reached up. One hand stroked through his ruffled hair, the other pulling him into the kiss.
They broke apart and Daphne gasped. She pulled him back and they kissed again.
"You have taken your fucking time mister!" She breathed. Harry smirked.
"I love you, Daphne." Harry looked into her eyes "And I am not going to leave you. Ever."
Daphne smiled and embraced him, nestling her head into the crook of his neck.
"No one can know." Daphne said sadly.
"I know." Harry frowned. "But we can make this work."
"I love you too Harry." She kissed him again, before she turned. " I need to go."
"Bye Daph." With that he turned and left.
Daphne looked up at him as she gave a long lick up his shaft. "You ok babe?"
Harry groaned as her tongue swirled around his cock head. "Just remembering how this started."
"The best day of my life." Daphne slurped before bobbing her head up and down on his rod. This continued for a couple of minutes before Harry grunted and unloaded into her mouth. She laughed in delight and drunk his seed down.
"I will never get tired of that taste." Daphne moaned in pleasure. She rose to her feet and glanced at her family. "Let's send them home. Don't be kind to them, my love, they never were to me."
Harry grinned, and with a snap of his fingers the crying woman and unconscious girl faded out of existence.
[\Hogwarts, Scotland 1996
After the battle of The Department of Mysteries.
Harry sat under the twisting stairs leading to Dumbledore's office, tears streaming down his face. His life was destined to end. It wasn't fair.
"What's with the constant end of year reports?" Came the unmistakable voice of Ron Weasley.
Harry froze up.
"Don't be stupid Ron. You know we have to report everything Harry does. It's for his own safety." Replied the know it all voice of Hermione Granger.
They were reporting on him? What the fuck? Harry stealthily climbed up from his hiding spot and snuck up the stairs behind them. He arrived at the top of the stairs just as the door to Dumbledore's office closed. He pressed his ear to the door.
"- your yearly transactions of a thousand galleons have been deposited into your respective Gringotts vaults." Finished the grandfatherly voice of Dumbledore. "Thank you for your co-operation."
"It's all in those notes." Hermione clarified, before he heard footsteps approaching and dived into a small arch in the wall. The door swung open and Hermione and Ron walked out. Harry went cold as he watched their retreating backs./]
Harry waved goodbye to Daphne before he vanished. He reappeared inside his bedroom at No.4 Privet drive soundlessly. Harry flopped on his bed and eyed the door hatefully. He could rip the locks apart with a thought, but he knew he wouldn't. He needed to keep up appearances. Sighing, Harry got up and wrote a letter,
Professor Dumbledore,
Sorry for leaving Privet Drive sir, but I needed too. I hadn't eaten in weeks and needed food. I had to get some, and while I was out I decided to spend the rest of the day in freedom.
Again sir, I'm sorry.
Harry Potter
Harry signed the letter with a flourish and dropped the quill. He tied the letter to Hedwig's talon and sent her on her way. He only hoped it would convince him.
But absence of darkness is not light.
Misery appears to be the absence of happiness,
But absence of misery is not happiness.
Harry is introduced to the elder Greengrasses, and engages in an honour duel over the rights of ownership of one Evangaline Isabelle Greengrass. After the duel, Harry looks back to how he got where he is now.
Story
"You think you can come here?!" Damien Greengrass roared as he burst through the front doors of his undeniably grand mansion, swiftly followed by his spectacular looking wife. "You stole my daughter, and now you have the audacity to come here!?" Spittle flew from his mouth and he stopped his finger towards him accusingly.
"I have the audacity to treat a woman right!" Harry roared right back at him "Just because your jealous that I'm a better man than you could ever hope to be!"
Rage flicked through the chocolate brown eyes of Damien. "Honor duel." He spat
If Harry was shocked at the suddenness of this proclamation he didn't show it. Instead he smirked. "What are the stakes?"
"If I win, you give me my daughter back. You divorce her and never speak to her again." Damien felt assured of his win. "To the death."
Daphne and her mother both gasped.
"Damien think about this! About Astoria! She still-" Evangaline tried to talk some sense into her husband.
"I won't lose." He ground out.
"And if I win?" Harry arched an eyebrow
"Then you get the rights to my wife." Damien said after a moment of thought.
"Setting the stakes awfully high for such a small thing." Harry looked at him. "You are either incredibly petty, incredibly confident or incredibly dumb. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"
Damien Greengrass was a proud man, and would never admit to anyone other than himself that Harry had hit the nail on the head. "Positive."
Harry turned to Evangaline. "Mrs Greengrass, I'm terribly sorry that your husband has involved you in this."
The woman's bleach blonde curls, oh so reminiscent of Daphne's bounced as she nodded her acceptance. It had all escalated so quick in a matter of moments. She found it rather difficult to believe.
Harry and Damien mock bowed to each other before taking 5 steps back each.
"Clear the area!" Damien shouted. Harry had to admire the level of power he showed with his voice.
"Commence." Harry immediately fired off with a stunning spell, immediately followed by a disarming charm.
"Avada Kedavra!" Damien hissed coldly, eager to get this over with as quickly as possible.
Unbelievably Harry held out his hand and absorbed the sickly green light into his palm.
"Well would you look at that?" Harry said to the shocked faces of everyone there. He saw Astoria's face peeking out of a window from the second floor. He winked at her before he rematerialised the spell and fired it towards Damien.
The wizard was so shocked he didn't make a single move as his death sped towards him. His body went flying backwards and crashed into a pillar.
"I'm sorry."
Evangaline was glad he didn't gloat. Even though she was rather pleased with her husbands death, she was glad that the first thing he did to them was apologise. She had felt it the instant Damien Greengrass died. She was a slave. The last thing her husband ever did was enslave her to another man, and she didn't quite know how to react to that.
What was worse than being a slave? Her magic knew. It knew, and it changed her attire to something she had often had rather kinky dreams about. Evangaline Greengrass was wearing nothing but a dog collar and leash. The white leather band had the word 'Slut' embroidered in gold thread.
Daphne laughed evilly as she watched her father die. Harry apologised to Daphne but she wouldn't have it. She was so pleased at the death of her father, Harry wondered if she might explode.
Harry walked up to Evangaline and forced her on her hands and knees, and then using her leash, walked her like a dog into the house. As she crawled after him she saw Astoria sitting on the stairs with her hands down her jeans. It was obvious what she was doing.
"What have you done?" She immediately stopped and ran towards her mother. "What have you done?" She repeated
"I own her." Harry smirked cruelly before he grabbed the youngest Greengrass by the top of her hair causing her to yelp and thrash,attempting to break free. "Soon, I'll own you too."
"Daphne, help me please!" Astoria cried, reaching out for her sister. "Tell him to stop!"
Daphne walked up to her and bent down so she was the same level as the 14 year old. "No." She whispered harshly.
"Evangaline." Harry turned his attention to his newest slave. The woman in question looked up to him submissively. "Force you youngest daughters clothes off."
Evangaline lurched forward but made a choking noise as she was yanked back by her leash, which Harry quickly vanished seeing her problem. The collar remained.
"This is what you get for always favouring Astoria, Mum." Daphne spat "When Harry gives you your next daughter, pay it more attention than you did me."
Harry and Daphne undressed each other as Evangaline reached her youngest daughter.
"Mum, stop!" She sobbed.
"I'm sorry," Evangaline whispered. "My master commands it."
Astoria cried as her mother had to physically tear her clothes to get them off. Her mothers massive tits, swung freely and her bald pussy dripped. Harry hadn't realised how kinky the Greengrass's were.
Daphne was quickly on her knees, licking Harry's rod until he stood at full mast. Harry walked over to Astoria and rubbed the enormous member on her face. She shook her head and spat, disgusted.
"Soon, you'll be begging for my cock inside of you!" Harry said before he threw Evangaline out of the way, revealing the slightly damp pussy lips of the youngest girl. Harry lined up with her entrance and forced his way into her painfully. She screamed as she was violated by her sisters husband. His massive cock split her apart but didn't stop to leave her any comfort. It harshly thrashed in and out of her, relentless in its endeavour to pump the young girl full of cum.
"Eat me out, Mother dearest." Daphne said spreading her legs as Evangaline complied. My this day had flipped on its head quickly.
Astoria screamed and cried and begged, but Harry wouldn't withdraw. She loved it. She loved the pain. It felt so good. She quickly orgasmed. Once. Twice. She lost count after then, her eyes rolled back into her head but he never stopped, never faltered. He just fucked her, and he fucked her good. The bulbous head of his dick smashed away at her insides.
Harry gasped as he felt the tightness of the girl he was raping. Her hot wet pussy was so tight it was almost painful. As he pumped in to her he felt her hymen and mercilessly pushed through it without hesitation. He brutally dominated her, not caring whether she liked it or not. This was about him. He sloshed in and out of her rapidly loosening pussy until his cum sprang forth from his tip and coated her insides.
"SEPTIMUS SEXUS SERVUS!" Harry screamed as he filled her up. The girl was quickly swept away into unconsciousness as Harry pulled out of her ruined pussy. His cum flowed out.
Daphne screamed her orgasm before she desperately crawled towards her sisters pussy and ate his cum out of the ruined hole.
Evangaline rose up onto her knees. She knew what was coming, so was not surprised when Harry brutally shoved his dick into her mouth with little care for what happened to her.
Harry grabbed the Elder woman and rammed his cock inside of her face. He banged her face, his cock getting stuck in her small, tight throat occasionally but he didn't care. He thrust in and out without allowing her to breathe before he stopped.
"Suck." He commanded. And she did. And she was good at it. Harry stood there as Evangaline's talented tongue licked and lapped at the flesh rod inside her mouth. Her master was so big that it was hard to breathe but she didn't care. She lived only to serve her master.
She bobbed her head up and down on his dick giving light suctions at regular intervals, coaxing him into orgasm. She orgasmed herself as she felt his cum start rushing over her tongue and directly down her throat. She felt the cum splat against the back of her throat and shuddered in pleasure. She felt as though she was born for this. Why couldn't her husband have tasted so good?
Harry quickly pulled out of her face, and Daphne was once again on clean up duty, licking his cock clean of all his cum and her mothers saliva. As Harry sat there with his wife licking his dick clean whilst her mother and sister were on the floor naked and spent, Harry thought back to when he'd met her.
Hogwarts, Scotland 1994.
Harry let out a roar of anger as he destroyed another desk.
How could they? How could his closest friends not believe him? His eyes flashed dangerously before he destroyed another desk, blasting it into splinters.
"Calm the fuck down Potter!" Daphne Greengrass walked into the room.
Harry whirled, turning his cold, hateful gaze to her, ready to curse whoever dared interrupt him. He froze however when he looked at her.
She was the epitome of beauty. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and framed her pretty face. Eyes of the bluest sapphire met his and her pouty lips turned upwards into a smirk. He vaguely recognised her.
"What the fuck do you want Greengrass?" Harry snapped.
Ignoring him she sat down on one of the few undestroyed desks, and crossed her long, smooth legs. "What is wrong with you Potter?"
Harry sneered at her before he turned around, ready to throw a curse.
"Where's Granger and the Weasel?" She asked curiously, no malice or hate in her words.
"They left." Harry sighed "Because they must. This is what happens. What always happens!" Rage seeped into his voice as he finished.
"Always?" Daphne's curiosity piqued.
"It doesn't matter. I'm used to not having friends." Harry said resigned to his apparent future.
"Said the boy-who-lived." Daphne commented dryly, noticing him flinch at his title. "Why not?"
"It's just the way I grew up. It doesn't matter." Harry was suddenly shy, and Daphne noticed
"Harry?" Daphne was concerned. "What is it?"
"You called me Harry." He smiled.
"No I didn't." Daphne said instantly, as if on automatic. "What happened?"
With that Harry opened up. He told this beautiful stranger everything about his past life. About the Dursleys, about the abuse, everything.
By the end of his story, Daphne was ready to murder. Children were treated as the most precious thing in the world by wizards, as wizarding lines were dying out and children were needed.
"I am going," Daphne began calmly before she screamed. "To kill them!"
"Daphne!" Harry's voice brought her back to earth. "Why do you care so much?"
"That is the worst crime someone could commit!" She started to lose her temper again. "Is that why your always dressed in rags?"
Harry blushed, before nodding quickly.
"Oh Harry." Daphne contemplated about how lonely he was. "I'll stay with you for the moment."
"Wha-?"
"Because even me, the Ice Queen of Slytherin, has a heart. I don't care if everyone in my house hates you I'm not leaving you alone." She said with a tone of finality. "Saying that, let's keep this on the down-low, because if anyone found out we'd both be screwed."
"Are you sure?" Harry said uncertainty tainting his voice
"Yes."
Hogwarts, Scotland 1994
After the First Task.
"So is that it?" Daphne snapped at him angrily. "You've got your friends back now, so our friendship is over?"
"What?" Harry stared at the blonde. "What are you talking about?"
"I saw you with Granger and the Weasel at the end of the first task. All made up." Daphne's anger bubbled.
"We can still be friends right?" Harry was confused.
Tears started to roll down her face." It's been a month,Harry! I know what's going to happen now! You're going to leave me for them! I'm not stupid Har-"
Harry interrupted her by grabbing her and pulling her into a searing kiss.
Daphne's eyes were wide in shock, but she quickly melted into the kiss. Her eyes closed and she started to kiss him back. Her hands reached up. One hand stroked through his ruffled hair, the other pulling him into the kiss.
They broke apart and Daphne gasped. She pulled him back and they kissed again.
"You have taken your fucking time mister!" She breathed. Harry smirked.
"I love you, Daphne." Harry looked into her eyes "And I am not going to leave you. Ever."
Daphne smiled and embraced him, nestling her head into the crook of his neck.
"No one can know." Daphne said sadly.
"I know." Harry frowned. "But we can make this work."
"I love you too Harry." She kissed him again, before she turned. " I need to go."
"Bye Daph." With that he turned and left.
Daphne looked up at him as she gave a long lick up his shaft. "You ok babe?"
Harry groaned as her tongue swirled around his cock head. "Just remembering how this started."
"The best day of my life." Daphne slurped before bobbing her head up and down on his rod. This continued for a couple of minutes before Harry grunted and unloaded into her mouth. She laughed in delight and drunk his seed down.
"I will never get tired of that taste." Daphne moaned in pleasure. She rose to her feet and glanced at her family. "Let's send them home. Don't be kind to them, my love, they never were to me."
Harry grinned, and with a snap of his fingers the crying woman and unconscious girl faded out of existence.
[\Hogwarts, Scotland 1996
After the battle of The Department of Mysteries.
Harry sat under the twisting stairs leading to Dumbledore's office, tears streaming down his face. His life was destined to end. It wasn't fair.
"What's with the constant end of year reports?" Came the unmistakable voice of Ron Weasley.
Harry froze up.
"Don't be stupid Ron. You know we have to report everything Harry does. It's for his own safety." Replied the know it all voice of Hermione Granger.
They were reporting on him? What the fuck? Harry stealthily climbed up from his hiding spot and snuck up the stairs behind them. He arrived at the top of the stairs just as the door to Dumbledore's office closed. He pressed his ear to the door.
"- your yearly transactions of a thousand galleons have been deposited into your respective Gringotts vaults." Finished the grandfatherly voice of Dumbledore. "Thank you for your co-operation."
"It's all in those notes." Hermione clarified, before he heard footsteps approaching and dived into a small arch in the wall. The door swung open and Hermione and Ron walked out. Harry went cold as he watched their retreating backs./]
Harry waved goodbye to Daphne before he vanished. He reappeared inside his bedroom at No.4 Privet drive soundlessly. Harry flopped on his bed and eyed the door hatefully. He could rip the locks apart with a thought, but he knew he wouldn't. He needed to keep up appearances. Sighing, Harry got up and wrote a letter,
Professor Dumbledore,
Sorry for leaving Privet Drive sir, but I needed too. I hadn't eaten in weeks and needed food. I had to get some, and while I was out I decided to spend the rest of the day in freedom.
Again sir, I'm sorry.
Harry Potter
Harry signed the letter with a flourish and dropped the quill. He tied the letter to Hedwig's talon and sent her on her way. He only hoped it would convince him.
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