"Harry!" Vernon called from the kitchen. "Come here right now!"

Harry Potter was a very typical boy, a very typical boy indeed. He had a lightning bolt shaped scar, black unruly hair and the greenest eyes you had ever seen.

Lord Volemort watched him intently through his all seeing eye, watching his slim, muscular body beneath the baggy clothes the filthy muggles had give to him. His tongue wet his dry lips and an odd feeling of pleasure spread through his body. Oh how he imagined Harry was in his arms, sweet, gentle Harry…

"My Lord?"

"What!" Voldemort cried. "I wasn't spying on Harry!"

Bellatrix Lestrange rolled her eyes. "I figured, my sire…"

"What?" Voldemort snapped. He noticed one hand was on his crotch and he quickly moved it away, exposing something far more revealing. Voldemort stared at Bellatrix. "You wanna go?"

Bellatrix said nothing to this.

"What do you want peasant?" he said, staring through the eye again. "Leave me to my young suitor."

"That is what I came to talk about," Bellatrix flipped the hair from her eyes. "I'm afraid your obsession with the Potter boy goes unnoticed."

Voldemort pulled out his wand. "You wanna try me bitch?"

"No my king!" Bellatrix held up her hands. "What I am saying is…maybe you are going about the situation the wrong way."

Voldemort's grip tightened on his wand. Every second she spoke was another second he lost ogling the mighty Harry Potter.

"I believe if we are to destroy the Potter boy we must make him lose focus of what is right," she said. "Maybe if he loved you as much as you loved him-"

"LOVE!" Voldemort scoffed. "That's gay!"

"But my sire-"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And Bellatrix was no more. Voldemort stroked his hairless chin and stared at Harry pouring his fat muggle uncle some orange juice. His strong biceps clenching, his broad back expanding and falling.

After Voldemort changed his robes a brilliant idea came to him. If Harry Potter lost sight of what was right and true, then he could destroy him easily! It was so erudite and genius he wondered how he hadn't thought of it before!

Voldemort pulled out his wand. "I'll need to change the boy's fate…and what is the number one distracter of teenage boys?" He looked over at Bellatrix's dead body. "The answer is horniness. Maybe if you weren't dead you'd have been able to figure that out." Then for emphasis he added, "Bitch."

He drew his wand and said the spell. It was an easy spell to cast; but he'd only used it a few times. Molly Weasley, Snape, Dumbledore, Dolores Umbridge, Susan Bones, Sirius, Pettigrew, Xenophilius, two cats, a donkey and a zebra were just a few of his "subjects". "By the power of the almighty whore," he chanted. "Open the boy's mind, and legs, like a door!" he flicked his wand, sat back in his chair, placed one hand in his pants and waited for the dominos to fall.

"Harry!" Vernon called from the kitchen. "Come here right now!"

Harry Porker was a very typical boy, a very typical boy indeed. He had a lightning bolt shaped scar, black unruly hair and the greenest eyes you had ever seen. Yet he couldn't help but feel like something was…wrong. His eye kept twitching and he couldn't stop smiling.

Harry Porker was about to have a very good day indeed.

He came out of his tiny room under the stairs and saw his Uncle Vernon sitting in his fat glory at the kitchen table. He was wearing a tank top that barely covered his fat stomach and jeans. "Make me breakfast Harry, I want pancakes."

"Do you need them?" Harry asked snidely. He went to the refrigerator and got the pitcher. He turned around to see his Uncle standing before him like some kind of bear. "What?"

"What did you just say?"

"I said," Harry's mind was devoid of all thought except for one. How Vernon's cum tasted. A devious smile formed on Harry's face. He reached for his wand. "You want pancakes fat man? Fine. Petrificus Totalus!" Vernon's hands locked at his side, he fell backwards and hit the linoleum with a loud thump. Luckily the only thing that could wake Dudley up was an earthquake and Petunia would probably be glad. She hadn't gone down on him in weeks, Harry remembered those nights under the stairs. When their beds would creak from ten in the night until ten in the morning, Petunia's orgasmic screams filling the air as Dudley filled her with his almighty seed.

Harry shivered with pleasure just thinking about it. He stared at Vernon who stared right back at him with his piggy little eyes. Harry grabbed a handful of Vernon's hair and sat the man up, he was heavy, Harry's erection poked into his soft belly. Harry placed a sloppy kiss on Vernon's lips and then another on his forehead. "I'm. Gonna. Wreck. You," his voice was hungry with desire.

He tore off Vernon's shirt and placed a barrage of kisses over his furry chest and belly. He slapped Vernon across the face and watched his jowls quake. The quivering amounts of flesh only made the young boy hornier. He couldn't get his own shirt off fast enough.

Harry kissed Vernon on the mouth, trying to jam his tongue down his throat as far as it would go. Vernon squirmed and tried to bite him. Harry pulled back, his forehead now beading with sweat, and bit Vernon on the nose. He bit and bit until he drew blood. Vernon nonverbally screamed, blood dripping from the bridge of his nose and fell onto his stomach.

Harry's mouth was watering when he thought of tearing into that massive ass. Harry licked Vernon's cheek, tasting the earthy quality of his unshaven face. This nearly made him cream his pants. His pants!

Harry slowly reached for his pants.

"Vernon?" Petunia called from upstairs. "Vernon are you ok?"

Shit! Harry put on his shirt and pulled out his wand and reanimated Vernon. Vernon opened his mouth to scream, Harry clamped his hand over his mouth. "If you say anything I will kill you. Understand?"

Vernon said nothing, impressed with Harry's bold attitude. Harry smirked and kissed him on the mouth again, he ran his fingers through his gray hair. "God I am gonna destroy you," he hissed. "Now sit down fat ass. Ass…" Harry smacked Vernon's ass, watching it ripple like water, mentally downloading the image. "God damn you are one sexy motherfucker." He kissed Vernon on the navel and worked his way up his chest. When he got to his mouth he tongue kissed him for a moment before biting his lip. Harry grinded into Vernon's hip and shoved his erection into the back of his knee.

It was only when he saw Petunia on the stairs that he finally gained a bit more control. He sat down and pulled a chair close to him. "Sit down," he smiled. "Uncle Vernon."

Vernon did as he was told.

"Good little piggy," Harry smiled. "Good little piggy indeed."