It was the summer again and Harry lay in his bed with a flashlight, pouring over his books, trying to do his homework. It was late at night in July and Harry was staying with his Muggle guardians, The Dursleys. His Uncle, Vernon Dursley, forbade Harry to touch any of his Wizarding things while he was staying at the house. He wasn't even allowed to mention that he was a wizard or that he even attended Hogwarts. Instead, he was instructed instead to say that he was attending St. Brutis' Home for Incurably Violent Boys.
Harry lay on his stomach reading adjusting his hips against the bed. He stopped moving when he heard muttering from the bedroom down the hall where his aunt and uncle slept.
"Oh, Petunia, oh my flower, my angel," he heard.
"Oh Vernon, do that little trick again."
"You mean this trick, angel." Aunt Petunia squealed and Harry closed his book hard. What on earth were they doing?
"Oh, Vernon, oh Vernny Bear.. " He heard Petunia say as Uncle Vernon's moans became clearer. It carried on for a moment and then silence. Harry sat and listened. It dawned on him what they were doing and his stomach dropped at the thought of it. Never before had Harry heard his Aunt and Uncle making love in the house before. He wondered why. They seemed rather to fancy each other even after 18 years of marriage and he knew one thing they had in common; they both thought he was freak.
He looked at his watch, remembered that it was broken and crawled out of bed. He hadn't had his glasses on, so he walked over to the clock on the dresser and held it close to his face to make out the hands. As he put the clock down he heard the thumping of Vernon's feet as he made his way down the hall.
Feeling curious, Harry walked over to his bed stand and put his glasses on. He heard the toilet flush, and ran to the door. He opened it a crack, just as Vernon was passing. He was in his bathrobe and hadn't bothered to close it. It was like looking into the eyes of a Basilisk. Harry quickly shut the door and stood with his back to it. Could he believe his eyes? Besides the fact that he saw his uncle without clothes, he could have sworn that Vernon actually smiled at him.
"I think potter's awake," he said.
"What's that dear?" Harry heard Petunia groan.
"Rotten kid." He continued, "Probably sexually deviant as well as mentally. We'll have to start telling people we sent him to St. Aquinas Institute for the Sexually Deranged."
"What's that Vernny Bear?" Were the last words Harry heard as he drifted off to sleep. He really hoped that his Aunt and Uncle would make love more often. It seemed to put his Uncle in a rather better mood than normal.
Harry remembered why he had gotten up in the first place. With his glasses still on, he walked over to the clock. It as Twelve-thirty. A half hour into his 15th year. "Happy birthday to me... Happy Birthday to me..."
* * *
That night Harry had a dream. Usually his dreams were nightmares about his arch enemy Lord Voldemort. This dream, however, was different. Instead of seeing the dark lord, he saw a fellow student, Cho Chang. Cho was the seeker for Ravenclaw, one of the four houses at Hogwarts. Harry himself was in Gryffindor. It was not uncommon for the students of Gryffindor to be attracted to people from Ravenclaw. In his second year at Hogwarts, Harry found out that one of his best friend Ron's brother, Percey, was dating a Ravenclaw, Penelope Clearwater.
Cho was standing before him only wearing a cape that was part of her Hogwarts uniform. To Harry, she was the most beautiful girl in the school and he felt a tingling rush through his body when he saw her. She rushed up to him and took his hand. She went bounding down a hallway at Hogwarts, giggling the whole time. Harry practically fell over as she tugged him down the hall, paying more attention to the fluttering cape and the naked Cho just beyond it. Harry felt like he was light, like a ghost. She stopped in front of the girl's bathroom and looked around. After turning to face him she came close and kissed him deeply. He heart started to thump excitedly.
"What's the matter?" She said teasingly. "Never been kissed by a girl before?"
Harry thought hard. "No, I... don't think I ever have. I mean, Hermione's hugged me lots of times, and perhaps kissed me once, but never like that."
"Well, there's an old Muggle saying," she said, "kissing is easy. Just put your lips together and blow." She pressed her lips to his again. His body gave a lurch as the kiss began to get more passionate.
"Oh!" she said, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the girl's bathroom. She glided over to the other end of the room and knelt before a broken sink. Just as Harry approached a silvery figure floated out of the bathroom stall door. Harry expected it to be Moaning Myrtle, a ghost who haunted the last stall of the girls bathroom. Instead he found Hermione, ghost like and silver, bobbing before him. Harry began to feel scared. Hermione was quite alive the last time he saw her. Could Voldemort have found her? She stared with a blank face. How could have Voldemort worked so quickly to destroy his friends? She was wearing a school uniform, one he didn't recognize. It was brown and a large patch with an embroidered "D" was sewn into her cape. Harry remembered the patch as being worn by a bunch of students last year. They were from Durmstrang.
"Enter the chamber of love, Harry, and the Basilisk shall writhe." Her voice sounded like an echo and distant.
"Down pillows and silk sheets besides. An unwanted child perhaps arise." She stopped speaking and disappeared.
Harry felt worried. Why was Hermione a ghost? Most of the people he saw in his dreams were portrayed pretty accurately. Every time he saw Voldemort, it was in whatever state his body was in. The same was true with his other friends, Ron and Hagrid. He looked at Cho who was staring at him with her arm folded over her breasts. At long last Harry examined her body, her slender waist and soft belly. She looked at him hungrily and walked up to him, put her hand on his chest and sauntered past. She knelt again at the base of the sink. She made some hissing sounds that Harry could understand. "open," she said. Harry was shocked. He thought that he was the only Parselmouth in the whole school. Now, Cho was opening a secret passage that Harry had discovered almost 3 year ago. The only way to open the passage was to be able to understand the language of snakes, Parseltougue. 3 years ago, Harry had killed the snake that lived in this passage, now, apparently, he was about to loose his virginity in it. She positioned herself at the entrance of the passageway and slid down the pipe it exposed. Harry followed her, knowing exactly where they were going, the chamber of secrets.
At least 30 feet below, they landed somewhere under the castle. Before them was an opening which led down a winding dark tunnel to another doorway. The doorway was outfitted with two stone snakes intertwined; their eyes shimmering emeralds.
Cho whispered again to the two snakes in their own hissing language.
"open," she said. The doors swung open and they both slid inside. The chamber was much different than Harry last remembered. The torches were brighter somehow and in the middle of the room, where a tall statue of the famous Salazar Slytherin once stood was now a large, opulent bed. Cho moved closer to the bed as she removed her cape.
"Now Harry," she said, "I'm going to teach you a new spell. I realize that all of this will probably be new to you, and as they don't have any proper education about the magic of (or in for that matter) intimacy at Hogwarts, I'm going to have to show you hands on." She giggled at the pun, Harry stood aghast. The first time he had ever seen her was when his house played against Ravenclaw. Cho was seeker and although Harry has a superior broom, Cho actually made him stumble a couple of times.
"Well? You're not going to learn much standing over there, are you? You might as well take off your clothes and bring your wand over here."
Harry's jaw almost hit the floor. His stomach was whizzing, but it wasn't like the uncomfortable feeling he usually experienced when he was nervous. It was like a bolt of excitement was whirling through his innards goading him on like a toy. He took off his clothes and his robes and let them drop to the floor.
"You forgot your wand," she whispered as he crawled onto the bed.
"I forgot my wand." He said it hypnotically not realizing the force of her gaze. She bid him to retrieve it. "Is this some kind of Crucio Curse, making me do things against my will?"
"Have you done anything against your will yet, Harry?"
"No I suppose not."
"It's just one of the advantages of being a girl. A magic all its own."
Harry picked up his wand while looking at her. As he came upright, the full force of what was about to happen hit him. He would finally know love. Love, after all these years fighting Voldemort, dogging Snape, sneaking around under his invisibility cloak. Finally, something where he could let his guard down, just for a second.
"Come on, Harry." She sounded a bit irritated. "Come on, Harry!" She was almost screaming.
"WAKE UP HARRY!!!!" He sprang up panting deep breaths. "What?!? What is it?" He started to grope for his glasses.
"Oh, look!!" It was Dudley. "You've peed the bed haven't you? MUM! HARRY'S PEED THE BED! MUM!" He ran out of the room looking for his mother. She came in seconds later.
"What have you got to now?" She said, pursing her lips, looking scathingly down at him in bed. "Made a mess of my sheets, have you? Being a freak, as you are, I guess you can't expect any self control. First Aunt Marge blows up, Dudley almost chokes to death and now This?!" Harry remembered the incidents she was talking about. One wasn't his fault. The cause of the other was due to two of his friends who just happened to be very good pranksters.
Harry looked down at the covers. They were soaked. This had never happened to him. He's never wet the bed before. Even when he lived downstairs in the cupboard under the stairs, it was always Dudley who had to have his sheets changed. Still, this seemed different. The liquid on his blankets and sheets didn't smell like urine. It smelled faintly like dead fish. He got out of bed and put his glasses on.
"Have any freak dreams last night?" Petunia said most matter of factly as she took the sheets and blanket off the bed.
"Not that it's any of your business, but, yes, I did."
She started at him almost grimacing, bundled up the bedding and headed for the door.
"Well at least you're part human."
Harry lay on his stomach reading adjusting his hips against the bed. He stopped moving when he heard muttering from the bedroom down the hall where his aunt and uncle slept.
"Oh, Petunia, oh my flower, my angel," he heard.
"Oh Vernon, do that little trick again."
"You mean this trick, angel." Aunt Petunia squealed and Harry closed his book hard. What on earth were they doing?
"Oh, Vernon, oh Vernny Bear.. " He heard Petunia say as Uncle Vernon's moans became clearer. It carried on for a moment and then silence. Harry sat and listened. It dawned on him what they were doing and his stomach dropped at the thought of it. Never before had Harry heard his Aunt and Uncle making love in the house before. He wondered why. They seemed rather to fancy each other even after 18 years of marriage and he knew one thing they had in common; they both thought he was freak.
He looked at his watch, remembered that it was broken and crawled out of bed. He hadn't had his glasses on, so he walked over to the clock on the dresser and held it close to his face to make out the hands. As he put the clock down he heard the thumping of Vernon's feet as he made his way down the hall.
Feeling curious, Harry walked over to his bed stand and put his glasses on. He heard the toilet flush, and ran to the door. He opened it a crack, just as Vernon was passing. He was in his bathrobe and hadn't bothered to close it. It was like looking into the eyes of a Basilisk. Harry quickly shut the door and stood with his back to it. Could he believe his eyes? Besides the fact that he saw his uncle without clothes, he could have sworn that Vernon actually smiled at him.
"I think potter's awake," he said.
"What's that dear?" Harry heard Petunia groan.
"Rotten kid." He continued, "Probably sexually deviant as well as mentally. We'll have to start telling people we sent him to St. Aquinas Institute for the Sexually Deranged."
"What's that Vernny Bear?" Were the last words Harry heard as he drifted off to sleep. He really hoped that his Aunt and Uncle would make love more often. It seemed to put his Uncle in a rather better mood than normal.
Harry remembered why he had gotten up in the first place. With his glasses still on, he walked over to the clock. It as Twelve-thirty. A half hour into his 15th year. "Happy birthday to me... Happy Birthday to me..."
* * *
That night Harry had a dream. Usually his dreams were nightmares about his arch enemy Lord Voldemort. This dream, however, was different. Instead of seeing the dark lord, he saw a fellow student, Cho Chang. Cho was the seeker for Ravenclaw, one of the four houses at Hogwarts. Harry himself was in Gryffindor. It was not uncommon for the students of Gryffindor to be attracted to people from Ravenclaw. In his second year at Hogwarts, Harry found out that one of his best friend Ron's brother, Percey, was dating a Ravenclaw, Penelope Clearwater.
Cho was standing before him only wearing a cape that was part of her Hogwarts uniform. To Harry, she was the most beautiful girl in the school and he felt a tingling rush through his body when he saw her. She rushed up to him and took his hand. She went bounding down a hallway at Hogwarts, giggling the whole time. Harry practically fell over as she tugged him down the hall, paying more attention to the fluttering cape and the naked Cho just beyond it. Harry felt like he was light, like a ghost. She stopped in front of the girl's bathroom and looked around. After turning to face him she came close and kissed him deeply. He heart started to thump excitedly.
"What's the matter?" She said teasingly. "Never been kissed by a girl before?"
Harry thought hard. "No, I... don't think I ever have. I mean, Hermione's hugged me lots of times, and perhaps kissed me once, but never like that."
"Well, there's an old Muggle saying," she said, "kissing is easy. Just put your lips together and blow." She pressed her lips to his again. His body gave a lurch as the kiss began to get more passionate.
"Oh!" she said, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the girl's bathroom. She glided over to the other end of the room and knelt before a broken sink. Just as Harry approached a silvery figure floated out of the bathroom stall door. Harry expected it to be Moaning Myrtle, a ghost who haunted the last stall of the girls bathroom. Instead he found Hermione, ghost like and silver, bobbing before him. Harry began to feel scared. Hermione was quite alive the last time he saw her. Could Voldemort have found her? She stared with a blank face. How could have Voldemort worked so quickly to destroy his friends? She was wearing a school uniform, one he didn't recognize. It was brown and a large patch with an embroidered "D" was sewn into her cape. Harry remembered the patch as being worn by a bunch of students last year. They were from Durmstrang.
"Enter the chamber of love, Harry, and the Basilisk shall writhe." Her voice sounded like an echo and distant.
"Down pillows and silk sheets besides. An unwanted child perhaps arise." She stopped speaking and disappeared.
Harry felt worried. Why was Hermione a ghost? Most of the people he saw in his dreams were portrayed pretty accurately. Every time he saw Voldemort, it was in whatever state his body was in. The same was true with his other friends, Ron and Hagrid. He looked at Cho who was staring at him with her arm folded over her breasts. At long last Harry examined her body, her slender waist and soft belly. She looked at him hungrily and walked up to him, put her hand on his chest and sauntered past. She knelt again at the base of the sink. She made some hissing sounds that Harry could understand. "open," she said. Harry was shocked. He thought that he was the only Parselmouth in the whole school. Now, Cho was opening a secret passage that Harry had discovered almost 3 year ago. The only way to open the passage was to be able to understand the language of snakes, Parseltougue. 3 years ago, Harry had killed the snake that lived in this passage, now, apparently, he was about to loose his virginity in it. She positioned herself at the entrance of the passageway and slid down the pipe it exposed. Harry followed her, knowing exactly where they were going, the chamber of secrets.
At least 30 feet below, they landed somewhere under the castle. Before them was an opening which led down a winding dark tunnel to another doorway. The doorway was outfitted with two stone snakes intertwined; their eyes shimmering emeralds.
Cho whispered again to the two snakes in their own hissing language.
"open," she said. The doors swung open and they both slid inside. The chamber was much different than Harry last remembered. The torches were brighter somehow and in the middle of the room, where a tall statue of the famous Salazar Slytherin once stood was now a large, opulent bed. Cho moved closer to the bed as she removed her cape.
"Now Harry," she said, "I'm going to teach you a new spell. I realize that all of this will probably be new to you, and as they don't have any proper education about the magic of (or in for that matter) intimacy at Hogwarts, I'm going to have to show you hands on." She giggled at the pun, Harry stood aghast. The first time he had ever seen her was when his house played against Ravenclaw. Cho was seeker and although Harry has a superior broom, Cho actually made him stumble a couple of times.
"Well? You're not going to learn much standing over there, are you? You might as well take off your clothes and bring your wand over here."
Harry's jaw almost hit the floor. His stomach was whizzing, but it wasn't like the uncomfortable feeling he usually experienced when he was nervous. It was like a bolt of excitement was whirling through his innards goading him on like a toy. He took off his clothes and his robes and let them drop to the floor.
"You forgot your wand," she whispered as he crawled onto the bed.
"I forgot my wand." He said it hypnotically not realizing the force of her gaze. She bid him to retrieve it. "Is this some kind of Crucio Curse, making me do things against my will?"
"Have you done anything against your will yet, Harry?"
"No I suppose not."
"It's just one of the advantages of being a girl. A magic all its own."
Harry picked up his wand while looking at her. As he came upright, the full force of what was about to happen hit him. He would finally know love. Love, after all these years fighting Voldemort, dogging Snape, sneaking around under his invisibility cloak. Finally, something where he could let his guard down, just for a second.
"Come on, Harry." She sounded a bit irritated. "Come on, Harry!" She was almost screaming.
"WAKE UP HARRY!!!!" He sprang up panting deep breaths. "What?!? What is it?" He started to grope for his glasses.
"Oh, look!!" It was Dudley. "You've peed the bed haven't you? MUM! HARRY'S PEED THE BED! MUM!" He ran out of the room looking for his mother. She came in seconds later.
"What have you got to now?" She said, pursing her lips, looking scathingly down at him in bed. "Made a mess of my sheets, have you? Being a freak, as you are, I guess you can't expect any self control. First Aunt Marge blows up, Dudley almost chokes to death and now This?!" Harry remembered the incidents she was talking about. One wasn't his fault. The cause of the other was due to two of his friends who just happened to be very good pranksters.
Harry looked down at the covers. They were soaked. This had never happened to him. He's never wet the bed before. Even when he lived downstairs in the cupboard under the stairs, it was always Dudley who had to have his sheets changed. Still, this seemed different. The liquid on his blankets and sheets didn't smell like urine. It smelled faintly like dead fish. He got out of bed and put his glasses on.
"Have any freak dreams last night?" Petunia said most matter of factly as she took the sheets and blanket off the bed.
"Not that it's any of your business, but, yes, I did."
She started at him almost grimacing, bundled up the bedding and headed for the door.
"Well at least you're part human."