Harry woke up in a cold sweat. In the dark, he fumbled for his glasses and turned on his light. It was just a dream. A sweet, fantasy world of lust and love. And most of all, the dark lord Voldemort naked. It wasn't the first time Harry had dreamed fantasies with the Voldemort, caressing each others skin. It was a sin for him, to fantasize about the man who killed his parents, the man who gave him the scar that forever burned in his forehead. But he couldn't help it, there was something drawing him towards the hooded figure. He couldn't be attracted to him, no way. Harry looked at his clock. It was Four thirty A.M. School was starting today. Maybe he would be able to get away from these twisted erotic dreams.

The summer had been a hard one. Dudley had just begun to explore his body and the bodies of plenty of young girls. They all swooned for him since he had lost 200 pounds and built himself up with the help of steroids and viagra. Seven girls were going to be having a baby of Dudleys. Mr. And Mrs. Dursley split after Mr. Dursley caught Mrs. Dursley in the middle of a hot gangbang with his boss, his boss's wife, and Paco, the Mexican boy wonder who sang songs and played four different instruments at the same time in front of the local market place. He also had another hidden talent. A huge dick that drove Mrs. Dursley crazy. Mr. Dursley divorced her and she ran off with Paco, leaving Mr. Dursley with two hormone enraged teenage boys.

Harry stood and yawned. From the room next to him, Harry could hear Dudley and his current girlfriend Renee talking about her pregnancy. Harry laughed. He couldn't picture Dudley being a father, considering he would have eight kids. One girl, Tiffany, was having twins. Harry was deprived the privilege of having sex with girls. But that was fine with him. He acted hurt and mad and angry in front of Mr. Dursley, but truth was, Harry Potter knew he was gay since first year! Though he never came out.

Imagine Harry Potter, probably one of the greatest wizards in the world, gay. It was impossible. Sure, everyone knew Helga Hufflepuff was bisexual, but still, she married and had children. It was like she was running around, having sex with men and women, never settling down. In the end, she made the right choice and legally got married. Harry knew he was gay the moment he saw Ron at platform 9 ¾. But Ron didn't swing that way. Ron was in love with Hermione. And everyone but her saw that. Deep down, Harry wondered if Hermione was really a lost troubled lesbian. Maybe, he began to think, they could join a gay pride club together and get to hold signs in the Christmas and Easter parade. But what if Hermione wasn't lesbian, just troubled perhaps?

With a heavy heart, Harry began to pack all his clothes up. No longer would he be able to jerk off to gay porn in his room with privacy. Neville, however, never thought things through like Harry. The boy would pickup PLAYBOY, get an erection so fast he didn't know what to do besides masturbate! Harry and Ron walked in on him once, but he didn't care. He seemed to like an audience. When Neville saw them there he even gave Ron a hand job and talked in a girls voice so Ron could imagine someone else and Harry a lap dance. Though they never spoke of that night again, Harry still got a tiny turned on thinking about it.

"Harry, your freaky friend will be here in an hour!" His Uncle Vernon yelled up to him. Harry sighed and closed his suitcase. That gave him enough time to shower and eat a quick bagel. He grabbed a towel from the hall closet and walked to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and started the water. The dream was still in his mind. At one point, he and Voldemort were in the tub together, massaging each other's backs, laughing while blowing sweet love bubbles at each other. It was so wrong yet so right. Harry got under the warm running water and began to think about when he and Voldemort would cross paths again. Before he was too shy, too foolish to do anything about his lusts, but now he was a man, ready to give himself up to the dark lord for a night of pleasure.

After what seemed like too good of a fantasy, the warm soothing water turned a violent heat that burned Harry's skin. He jumped out of the shower, nearly hitting his head on the toilet. Dudley flushed the downstairs toilet. Stupid prick couldn't wait at least ten more minutes . . .? Harry shrugged and began to dress. It was probably for the best though. He was deep in his fantasies about the dark lord. If the water didn't turn so scalding, he might have still been in the shower when Ron arrived. Harry exited the bathroom and headed for his room. He gathered the last of his things and forced Dudley to help him move all his trunks downstairs. It was the last year of Hogwarts. No more late night make-out parties with girls to cover his identity, no more wandering the halls with an erection, hoping Voldemort would pop out to confront him for not going to him sooner, no more Malfoy. Harry smiled. Malfoy. Another one of his partners in many a fantasy. Deep down, Harry thought Malfoy had a thing for him, but he couldn't. Malfoy was straight too, so it didn't even matter.

The doorbell rang. Harry's heart fluttered. Ron was here. It was time to go back to Hogwarts. He felt a sudden rush of sadness though. He would miss hearing Dudley and his girlfriends talking dirty at night. They didn't know it, but Harry would listen and jerk off to them. Only, in his head, he was Dudley, and the mystery girl was Voldemort. Uncle Vernon answered the door to see Mrs. Weasley and Ron standing there smiling. Uncle Vernon's angry expression disappeared and he beamed.

"Mrs. Weasley, its so nice to see you again, its been too long." Harry was shocked. Uncle Vernon remembered someone's named? Especially someone so un- important to him. Mrs. Weasley smiled and blushed.

"Well, Ms. Weasley now. Arthur left me Tuesday," she said with a distant look in her eyes. Uncle Vernon moved closer to her.

"I can't imagine why someone would leave a woman with your beauty, they must be messed up in the head to leave you!" Ms. Weasley batted away at Uncle Vernon.

"Uhm, we are here to get Harry, mum, not to get hit on by his creepy uncle who is married, mind you!" Ron butted in. Uncle Vernon sneered at Ron.

"For your information freckles, my wife left me a month ago with a Mexican wonder! So in your face you little punk, cause the minute you leave for school I'm gonna take your momma and I'm gonna tap that ass!" Ron looked horrified at Uncle Vernon, then at his smiling mom.

"Its true, and knowing me I'll give in and you'll be having another sibling. Why Fred and George are only your half brothers you know!" Ron looked at his mom and shrugged.

"Well that explains a lot!" Ms. Weasley, Ron, and Uncle Vernon laughed while Harry dragged his trunk.

"Ready to go Harry?" Mrs. Weasley said, putting her hand on Uncle Vernon. He winked at her and whispered to come back later in her ear. She laughed, licked her lips and nodded. Ron went bright red.

"I'll help you Harry," he said grabbing Hedwigs cage and a small trunk. They waited in the car for half an hour before Ron's mom came back, with a satisfied look. She seemed to be over Arthur. Harry looked out the window and thought about his dream, eventually falling back into his favorite fantasy-him, Voldemort, and Malfoy in one room, naked, touching each other . . .