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Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, Master of Deathly Hallows, and hundred other things was rendered speechless as he gawked at the topless picture moving in the Sunday edition of the Witch Weekly magazine. Harry knew that there were numerous people out there who were oddly fascinated regarding everything in his life and Harry didn't blame them for their inquisitiveness. Their interest in him was generally harmless. But this was just going too far.
Harry didn't mind it a lot when some obnoxious paparazzi followed him around and took photos of him without his permission. But Harry couldn't even begin to describe how disturbed he was with the fact that some stranger was able to get inside his house and clicked pictures of him taking a shower.
Thankfully, the tosser grabbing the private photos had the decency to not post pictures of Harry's dick for everyone in the world to see. The photographer had made certain that all four pictures were above Harry's waist.
That didn't mean that Harry would forgive the cunt for this violation of his privacy. If someone out there told Harry that there was a way for him to get his hands on the fucker, well Harry would gladly give them anything they wanted. Unfortunately, Harry was not so fortunate.
However, that didn't mean that Harry was completely clueless. He could still narrow down the list of people who had the balls and the capability of getting past his formidable defenses.
Harry's mind jumped from potential suspect to potential suspect, dismissing them just as quickly as he thought them up. No unknown person could gain access to Grimmauld Place without Harry's permission. There was also no magical way for anyone to sneak inside the house. The Black wards were well-known for their vindictive actions against anyone they considered to be a threat to their master.
All these signs suggested that it had to be either a friend or family. But Harry just couldn't fathom the idea that someone so close to him had violated his cherished privacy in such an awful manner and exposed him to the world like that.
It wasn't too hard for Harry to convince the magazine company that they had to discredit the shameful pictures published in their magazine. All Harry had to do was threaten them with a lawsuit and the owner Mrs. Cartwright immediately released a brand new issue calling the photographs fake and with a personal apology to Harry.
Harry knew that it was more than a dirty move, using his status to threaten people like Mrs. Cartwright, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to find the true culprit.
Harry then made his way to Gringotts to find out about the account that Mrs. Cartwright had made payment into. Gutwrecker his account manager once again came through for Harry and got his hands on the account information.
As Harry read the name on the register, he couldn't believe his eyes. However, much he wanted it to be false the goblins never made any money mistakes. If the file said that the account belonged to his goddaughter Rose then it was true.
Harry nodded absently. It made perfect sense if he really thought about it. It explained why Rose wanted to spend the last weekend with Lily. It gave her the access she needed to take these pictures.
The one thing Harry couldn't understand though was why would Rose do something like this. He had known the girl since she had been a toddler and had watched her grow into a beautiful young woman.
Harry knew that he wouldn't get answers to his questions by sitting and wasting his time. The easiest way Harry could solve this mad puzzle was by confronting Rose directly. So, after thanking Gutwrecker for his excellent services, Harry apparated to Hogsmeade right outside the Three Broomsticks.
"Hey. How's my favorite niece?" 'What is Uncle Harry doing here?' Rose thought curiously as the gate to The Three Broomsticks opened and the familiar voice of Harry Potter filtered inside.
As Harry made his way through the crowd of drunk patrons and up to the bar, Rose put down the rag she had been using to clean one of the dirty glasses.
"So, how's your job search going?" Harry asked Rose curiously trying to strike up a normal conversation as he grabbed a seat on one of the vacant stools.
"It's going well. I have a meeting with Master Scamander next week." Rose excitedly answered Harry's question as she handed him a glass of pint.
After thanking Rose for the beer, through a grimace hidden by a sweet smile, Harry withdrew one of the pictures from his pocket and placed it on the bar directly beneath Rose's eye line.
Harry placed his elbow on the bar and rested his head on his fist, keeping his eyes on Rose. Harry watched with satisfaction as her face lost all color and she looked up at him in anxiety. Harry could almost see the physical wheels turning in her head. There was absolute terror building in Rose's eyes, as she thought of all the possibilities.
Harry shook his head in disappointment as his suspicions were confirmed. Now, he had to decide what to do with this evidence.
Rose knew that the game was up, she had to answer for herself and quickly. So, Rose looked up at Harry but avoided meeting his eyes.
"Can we talk somewhere alone, Uncle Harry?" Rose pleaded to Harry in a small fragile voice.
Harry returned a tensed nod. No matter how mad he was at Rose, Harry had no desire to humiliate the girl in front of strangers.
No one gave them more than a sideways glance as they walked out of the pub together and made their way towards the Shrieking Shack. It was the perfect place for them to talk without fear of any eavesdroppers. The building still had a bad reputation after all these years. And this late in the evening there would be no curious tourists loitering around in the area.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself, Rosie?" Harry questioned his goddaughter in a loud, unfriendly voice as he locked the door to the shack behind him.
Rose was slightly thrown off-balance by the question; she hadn't expected Harry to get straight to the point. Rose focused on what she could say in her defense, and thankfully Harry listened patiently as she explained all about her financial hardships.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to block out the building headache.
"Damn it, Rose! You did this for money. You should have told your parents about your problems." Harry let out another sigh. "I'm sure they would've helped you out if you needed a few galleons."
Rose shook her head stubbornly, her loose red hair flapping in the air with the fast motion.
"No. Dad already hates it that I'm not joining Mum at the ministry. He thinks that I'm wasting my talents by signing up for Aunt Luna's expedition. I won't give him the satisfaction of asking him for his help." Rose told Harry in a resolute tone.
Harry shook his head in disappointment at the stubborn girl.
"And what about Scorpius? Why didn't you ask him for help?" Harry asked.
"He broke up with me a month ago. I caught him cheating on me with some slag from Slytherin. And instead of apologizing, he blamed me. I haven't told anyone about it yet." Rose answered in a small voice.
Harry wasn't clear about his next course of action. He could understand that Rose was desperate but the fact that she did something like this to her own family required that she get punished.
"Come on, Rose. Let's go see your parents. They'll decide your punishment." Harry said his mind finally made up.
"No! Please, Uncle Harry! My mom would kill me if she found out about it." Rose pleaded with Harry desperately trying to change his mind.
"You brought this upon yourself, Rose. Now, you need to face the consequences." Harry said sternly for once not at all moved by the girl's puppy dog eyes.
Rose realized she had only one card left to convince Harry. She knew all about Harry's reputation of being a playboy despite being married to her aunt Ginny. Since, she was a child she always had a small... or a rather large and pathetic crush on Harry Potter. Now, she had to fulfill her secret desires in real life.
"What my parents don't know won't hurt them. And with your help, they don't have to know anything. I promise I'll make it worth your while, Uncle Harry." Rose tried to convince Harry as she gave him a mysterious smile.
"And why should I hide this from my best friends?" Harry questioned bemused.
"Because I'll do anything to make sure that you won't snitch me to my parents," Rose breathed in Harry's ear as she moved closer. "Anything you want." and with that offer, her hand slid up inside of Harry's thigh.
Rose laughed as Uncle Harry jumped up before her hand could cup his crotch.
Harry was so stunned by Rose's offer that he barely noticed as she swiftly got his jeans unzipped and slid them down to his ankles.
Rose's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open comically in a display of shock as Harry's shaft freed from its confines. Rose let out a surprised gasp as she got her first proper up-close look at Harry's knob.
'Is this even real?' Rose thought hysterically as her eyes found the 10 inches long devil swinging between Harry's legs.
Rose smiled widened at Harry's intrigued but uncertain look. Slowly, she popped open the top two buttons of her shirt to give Harry a teasing glimpse of her generous cleavage. Then, she went down on her knees and just rested her head on Harry's thighs and watched as Harry's half-hard cock grew even more excited.
Delighted with the reaction of Harry's body, Rose slid her hands along Harry's thighs and up to his groin, one to fondle his balls, and the other gripped Harry's rigid cock tightly.
Rose let out a little giggle as she inspected Harry's cock with clear fascination. "Now I see why you have so many girlfriends, Uncle Harry. It's so big. I bet they get addicted to this monster."
Harry's cock instantly twitched in her hand at her words. Rose instantly noticed his reaction and gave him a smug smile.
"That's it, Uncle Harry. You just need to stay silent and in return, I'll take care of you anytime." Rose breathed sexily as she firmed her grip and started giving him gentle strokes to the base over and over.
Harry grumbled and closed his eyes as Rose increased her tempo, and used her thumb to adjust the pressure, and teased the head of Harry's cock.
Rose saw the pre-cum began to ooze out of Harry's slit and she got a raging desire to taste the fruit of her efforts. So, She immediately flicked out her tongue to catch the dripping liquid. 'It didn't taste so bad' Rose noted absently, almost had a slightly bitter tang to it.
"Are you going to promise to keep silent?" Rose asked as she now stroked his bulge idly.
Harry watched Rose's actions with lust-filled eyes. "I think I'm starting to see reason. Maybe you're right and Ron and Hermione don't need to find out about it." He said licking his lips.
Immediately, Rose flashed Harry a brilliant smile. "Oh, I'm so happy to hear that. You are going to love this, Uncle Harry." Rose promised seriously as she leaned down to tongue Harry's purple crown.
Harry let out a chuckle at Rose's confident words, a grin now plastered to his face. "Well, I hope it's not too much for you, Luv. Are you sure you can even fit it in your little mouth?" Harry said cockily to Rose making her narrow her eyes at the challenge.
Harry watched fascinated and excited as Rose bristled at the challenge and with one hand braced against his thighs, engulfed his swollen member in her mouth and tried her best to swallow as much as possible.
"No need to rush, sweetie. You don't have to take it all in at once. We have all the time in the world." Harry suggested softly as he ran his hands through Rose's hair lightly, not trying to direct her pace, just enjoying the feeling.
Rose listened to Harry's advice and put her mouth to good use, sucking Harry's cock in slowly inch-by-inch and using her tongue to properly lick the underside.
Never in a million years would Rose have thought that she would be down on her knees sucking her Uncle Harry's cock like this. Rose had to widen her mouth as Harry's hips started picking up speed.
Rose pulled back a minute later to get some much-needed air and Harry had to suppress a noise of disappointment. Now, wasn't the time for that. Instead, he tightened his grip on Rose's hair and pushed her down again, but this time he didn't wait for her to settle, just started fucking her mouth with sharp thrusts.
Harry's stamina, though quite impressive, couldn't last forever, especially not at the pace he was going.
"G-get ready for your prize, Rosie." Harry panted out roughly as he gave one last deep thrust against Rose's esophagus.
'Holy shit!' Rose's mind practically screamed in warning as Harry's cock swelled and he started unloading all his cum down her gullet. All Rose could do was made loud pathetic noises as she tried to drink up as quickly as possible.
Harry hung his head back and tried to catch his breath as the rush slowly disappeared. At that moment, Rose decided that she actually liked sucking Harry's cock. She absolutely loved to see him shake and curse in overwhelming pleasure.
"Hey Rosie," Harry said with a lightly teasing tone as he finished shivering. "Tastes lovely, right? Make sure that you clean it all up, my darling." Harry said playfully as he rubbed his cock all over Rose's stupid mug.
At Harry's ridiculous command, Rose very dramatically rolled her eyes but started using her tongue to lick all the cum sticking on his pole.
Rose looked totally wrecked as she finished; her hair was a complete mess, with her lips turning swollen red, shining with spit and semen.
Harry smiled down fondly and swiped a conjured towel across Rose's face.
"You're awfully messy, Uncle Harry," Rose said smiling lazily as she used the towel to clean the cum dripping down her face.
"Well, I'm not going to apologize sweetheart. You made it hard for me to control myself." Harry said in a playful voice as he closed the zipper to his jeans
"So, we're cool now right?" Rose asked slightly anxiously as she stood up.
"Yeah we're fine, Rose. But you better not do something like that again." Harry warned Rose seriously.
Rose nodded rapidly.
"Alright, here take these. And floo call me if you need more anytime." Hardy said as he handed Rose a pouch filled with fifty galleons enough for her to pay her rent and get some supplies.
Rose accepted the offered money gratefully and they both apparated away to their places.