Harry's Hunt Chapter 1 – Where it all began
It had been a week since Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort at the battle of Hogwarts, and everything had changed. Harry, after saving the Wizarding World, heard that Fenrir Greyback had returned to Hogwarts to feast on the Malfoy traitors – an order put out by Voldemort after they abandoned him at the battle. Harry apparated to the Forbidden Forest where he was set upon by the werewolf.
Harry automatically sent five curses at the beast, but Greyback was too fast and he sunk his teeth into Potter's neck. Harry howled in pain and turned to rip Fenrir in half, leaving his bloody remains on the ground behind him. He immediately sunk to the ground and slowly lost consciousness as his world turned to darkness.
The boy who lived woke up a week later, rubbing his eyes Harry tried to stand up only to be bombarded by Professors Sprout and McGonagall – as well as the matron Poppy Pomfrey, who was pushing everyone aside, including a large batch of reporters who were straining to get a picture of Potter.
"Potter, thank goodness you are alright" McGonagall said, clutching her heart with relief, "We feared you may die"
"Not while I'm still standing Minerva" Said Mrs. Pomfrey, using her wand to levitate some dark curtains around them, concealing Harry from the public's eyes.
"Where is Draco, is he alive?" Harry asked, anxious to know that this all hadn't been in vain. "Yes, Malfoy is fine" Professor Sprout replied, "Though he suffered a much worse bite than you did my dear" she said, before leaving the make-shift room to go and tend to other students. Harry rubbed his neck, he felt different – like he needed release badly. He sighed from utter exhaustion and sunk back into the bed, before bolting upright when Madame Pomfrey stuck a needle into his arm, he growled and the needle shattered against his skin. She screeched, causing McGonagall to raise her wand in alarm.
"Your skin is like steel!" she exclaimed, before raising her eyebrows in alarm, as if remembering something. "Minerva, we need to speak in private," she said in a hushed tone. Minerva nodded, before marching out with Poppy, leaving Harry in a state of shock.
He looked down to see his erect cock, though it was not that which startled him, it was the fact that his arsehole was itching – like it needed to be filled by a massive cock, and fast. But Harry wasn't gay, Was he? He never really liked Cho or Ginny that much, but he never really liked guys or girls, with all the stuff happening with Voldemort he just never had the time.
Suddenly, he started to get really aroused, he humped the bed to relieve himself but nothing was working so he got on all fours and imagined being fucked rough, Doggy Style – but it wasn't enough, he needed it now.