I'm so Sorry, My Little Boy
By Shardey Dark Goddess
AN: This story contains themes of incest. Please, before you read, read this announcement and if you don't seem to like it go back. However if you read it and don't like it, then too bad. It's your own fault for not reading this announcement. I do not accept flames. I've decided to make the wizarding world a bit queer, you know. Meaning that same sex relationship does not matter not even one tiny bit. I hope this will answer some of your questions. Enjoy.
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I never realized that my husband was being seductive to my son, Harry, until just now. But that must have been it, wasn't it? It might have started when Harry was only a baby..but I mean Harry was a beautiful looking boy, hardly seem male and appeared more female, like me. It must have been his stunning looks, wasn't it?
All those times when we would go traveling together, throughout England or France or even America, I would sleep by myself and James would sleep with Harry in one of those double beds that you have in family motels.
My little boy used to come to me crying, saying he didn't want to sleep with Daddy. "Please don't make me sleep with Daddy, let me sleep by myself".
However, James insisted that it wasn't right, that our little boy shouldn't see the two of us sleeping in bed together. He might think that we were having sex and that would be terrible. It would distort his mind. My God, what a fool I was to believe him. It's funny, you know, he would never let Harry go out on dates.
When Harry was about to start his fourth year at Hogwarts, he didn't let him go!! He knew that this year, the Triwizard Tournament would begin..but that wasn't his concern since Harry was underage and would obviously not compete.
His concern was the Yule Ball. I guess it was because he was afraid Harry might go out with someone this year.
Harry cried and pleaded with him to let him go to his old wizarding school, but he just said no.
I still remembered those sweet tears he had on his beautiful pale face. It wasn't until James finally gave in and said he could go.
The next day, before the school year started, we went shopping to Diagon Alley. I bought Harry his new set of robes, his books, and all the new accessories he needed for his new year. We were about to leave when James demanded that we should go shopping to Madame Malkin's shop for Harry's new dressing robe for the Yule Ball.
Of course, Harry didn't know and I was just afraid of what James might pick for Harry. We went inside the shop, and I have to tell you I never saw such a sexy dress robe.
It was black, the hem of the robe low-cut, exposing my son's long smooth legs, and had a slit up the sides and exposing his creamy white thighs. I remembered it made Harry look like he was a hard twenty-year-old scarlet woman, instead of the pretty fourteen-year-old boy that he is.
There's no satisfying James. He's either jealous of Harry having a boyfriend or girlfriend or he dresses him in provocative clothes.
I've tried to stay out of their relationship. When my husband is busy and preoccupied with my son, then he leaves me alone, and I don't get battered.
I can't believe James could behave in a sexually seductive manner to his own child!! His own flesh and blood!!
I guess I'm wrong for not protecting Harry, but the truth is I don't think I could have protected him anyhow. Now Harry must hate me for not protecting him from my husband's sexual advances towards him.
James wouldn't listen to me.
I would only made things worse.
Oh, I'm so sorry, my little boy.
AN: This story contains themes of incest. Please, before you read, read this announcement and if you don't seem to like it go back. However if you read it and don't like it, then too bad. It's your own fault for not reading this announcement. I do not accept flames. I've decided to make the wizarding world a bit queer, you know. Meaning that same sex relationship does not matter not even one tiny bit. I hope this will answer some of your questions. Enjoy.
~*~**~*~*~**~**
I never realized that my husband was being seductive to my son, Harry, until just now. But that must have been it, wasn't it? It might have started when Harry was only a baby..but I mean Harry was a beautiful looking boy, hardly seem male and appeared more female, like me. It must have been his stunning looks, wasn't it?
All those times when we would go traveling together, throughout England or France or even America, I would sleep by myself and James would sleep with Harry in one of those double beds that you have in family motels.
My little boy used to come to me crying, saying he didn't want to sleep with Daddy. "Please don't make me sleep with Daddy, let me sleep by myself".
However, James insisted that it wasn't right, that our little boy shouldn't see the two of us sleeping in bed together. He might think that we were having sex and that would be terrible. It would distort his mind. My God, what a fool I was to believe him. It's funny, you know, he would never let Harry go out on dates.
When Harry was about to start his fourth year at Hogwarts, he didn't let him go!! He knew that this year, the Triwizard Tournament would begin..but that wasn't his concern since Harry was underage and would obviously not compete.
His concern was the Yule Ball. I guess it was because he was afraid Harry might go out with someone this year.
Harry cried and pleaded with him to let him go to his old wizarding school, but he just said no.
I still remembered those sweet tears he had on his beautiful pale face. It wasn't until James finally gave in and said he could go.
The next day, before the school year started, we went shopping to Diagon Alley. I bought Harry his new set of robes, his books, and all the new accessories he needed for his new year. We were about to leave when James demanded that we should go shopping to Madame Malkin's shop for Harry's new dressing robe for the Yule Ball.
Of course, Harry didn't know and I was just afraid of what James might pick for Harry. We went inside the shop, and I have to tell you I never saw such a sexy dress robe.
It was black, the hem of the robe low-cut, exposing my son's long smooth legs, and had a slit up the sides and exposing his creamy white thighs. I remembered it made Harry look like he was a hard twenty-year-old scarlet woman, instead of the pretty fourteen-year-old boy that he is.
There's no satisfying James. He's either jealous of Harry having a boyfriend or girlfriend or he dresses him in provocative clothes.
I've tried to stay out of their relationship. When my husband is busy and preoccupied with my son, then he leaves me alone, and I don't get battered.
I can't believe James could behave in a sexually seductive manner to his own child!! His own flesh and blood!!
I guess I'm wrong for not protecting Harry, but the truth is I don't think I could have protected him anyhow. Now Harry must hate me for not protecting him from my husband's sexual advances towards him.
James wouldn't listen to me.
I would only made things worse.
Oh, I'm so sorry, my little boy.