Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but that's obvious from my pen name. Like
J.K.Rowling would call herself Harry Pothead!!!
Info: This is actually the first Chapter! The last one was a summary of the story before
this chapter starts. Kind of like a blurb! It's a little jumpy, it keeps going from present
to Harry remembering the summer in his dreams.
Chapter 1.
Nostalgia.
'There were flashing lights all around him. Some blinded him, some deafened him but he
didn't know why. They seemed like explosions, there was a fuzzy heat all around him but
it didn't burn. It felt like it was receeding but the light seemed to getting closer. He
looked forward to see a mass of black hair writhing before his eyes. It could have been his
own, he felt like he had long hair, longer than usual, but he didn't seem to care why. He
stroked it lightly out of the way, but it didn't move, it seemed alive, it grabbed at his
fingers and pulled sucking the warmth out of them. There was more pulling, he could feel
himself gyrating, could feel an orgasm coming on its way, but with it he could feel something
else, his power, his energy, his life!
Out of the hair came a face, as if it was swimming through a black sea, looking for him. It was
a girl, a woman. Though the face was very fuzzy he knew the face was beautiful as soon as she
had smiled, those perfect teeth were the only thing that he noticed, they were the only thing
that was really defined. But they now seemed to be abnormal, they were growing, changing shape,
getting... pointier! She lashed out at him, the teeth flying towards his neck and he jumped with
all his strength.'
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry hit the bedroom floor hard, it had all been a dream! He could feel his arm bruising as he
lay there, and somewhere in the background he could hear footsteps coming towards his door.
"Shut up you little runt!" a voice shouted through his door as a fat fist hammered on it. It
rattled in it's frame until at last it settled back as he heard footsteps leading away.
Harry Potter couldn't help but smile at what his Uncle Vernon had said. Harry at seventeen
towered over his uncle, his aunt and his cousin Dudley by at least a foot. And whereas his uncle
and cousin were fat, he was half the size of them with a well toned muscular body. Seventeen years
of living in a house where he was never fed or told to go to his room all of the time had forced
him to exercise just to take his mind off things. In fact the only time when he had not been
completely miserable while being forced to live with them was this passed summer. But that
brought back memories that he tried to block from his mind. With his bedside clock reading 2:30am
he fell back into a troubled, fitful sleep...
~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry watched as Hermione and Ron walked away from him towards their respective families. They
had said goodbye to him but he hadn't really noticed. He was to busy trying to work out where his
Uncle Vernon was. He had sent an letter home with Hedwig telling him that term was finishing a
day earlier but there was no sign of him. While thinking of Hedwig he saw a flash of white pass
the entrance to Kings Cross and he rushed to see what it had been. As soon as he was outside a
big white owl flew to rest on his shoulder.
"Hedwig!" he exclaimed loudly, causing a lot of people to look at him. He let the Owl nip his
finger affectinately and then untied the letter that was attached to his leg. It was tied on
awkwardly, signifying that Hedwig had put up a struggle. That coupled with the fact that the
letter was written on normal paper meant that it must have been from Uncle Vernon. He opened it
quickly and found the messy scrawl that could only have come from his pudgy hands...
'You'll have to make your own way back, then won't you!'
Harry almost fell over with shock. Uncle Vernon had never let him go anywhere on his own, apart
from school; he wouldn't dare follow him there. But this was unbelievable! Almost instantly he
knew what he was going to do. He wheeled his trolley into an alley nearby and pulled out his
wand. He made a magical signal with it and almost instantly the Knight bus turned up right next
to him. He smiled as Stan opened the door for him and dragged his trolley on.
"Diagon Alley please Stan," he said smiling. He had never had this much freedom before, he was
going to use it to the extreme. Coupled with the fact that he had a fortune in wizard gold that
could be exchanged into muggle money, he was gonna have fun.
~~~~~~~~~~
This had been his first mistake. Thinking that he could handle freedom in London at sixteen was
a mistake a lot of people seemed to make. He had taken out a lot of money; all in all about a
thousand pounds, a mere fraction of his parents fortune and booked into the Leaky Cauldron.
Coming out of there every day had got him some strange looks from some Gothic kids as he walked
passed them. It wasn't until the third day that one had run over to him to talk.
"Hello mate, I'm Rufus," he said sounding quite friendly. Since Harry had started Hogwarts he had
found no trouble making friends with weird strangers, and these guys were no exception. The guys
seemed to think he was brave for staying in such a weird place and thought he was cute because of
his scar and jet black hair. They took him under their wing and got his ears pierced, black and
yellow panther contact lenses, new black leather and PVC clothes, and the tips of his hair died a
deep crimson. He looked and felt every bit the part of a Goth as he walked towards the dodgiest
club in London. This is where it all started.
Sarah, Katie, Amy, June, Kat, there was a different girl every weekend. At first it was all the
girls in his new group of friends. But then he moved on to bigger and better things. Older,
younger, before he knew it he had in fact had sex with 32 different girls.
~~~~~~~~~~
He groaned and moved in bed, his previous vice causing him strange nightmares. He remembered
every little detail of the person he had changed into. But now as he tried to turn away from it;
rolling over in bed as he did, SHE popped into his head. He groaned at the memory of his last
nightmare; even while asleep, but it was not the same.
Her bedroom was a war zone, there were still some smoking embers of what had been furniture. He
glanced around to see no windows left and a gaping hole where the fire had been. Actually it
wasn't a gaping hole as much as there was no wall, only a roaring fire in the middle of the dead
of the morning. He followed the pinprick of daylight that showed over the horizon through her
window to see it flickering on her face. She turned away from it groaning, blood still fluid
started to run down her cheek from her mouth. He felt his neck with his hand and felt the blood
running down it slowly. He jumped up and had his clothes on faster than he could draw breath, but
in an instant he was stopped dead in his tracks. There was a cold dead laugh from behind him. He
turned around and still dreaming looked into that laughing face for what seemed like the
thousandth time and woke up screaming...
~~~~~~~~~~
His clock read 10:00 now as he looked at it panting. This was strange, it meant that his Uncle had
left him sleeping. He couldn't hear anyone downstairs, which confused him even more as his heart
started to beat at normal speed. He could feel his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and as he
brushed his hand through it he realised why they had left him alone. He sat staring at the red tips
of his hair and thought of the Weasleys. He hadn't thought of his friends since he had left Hogwarts
all those weeks ago. He could feel his eyes welling up, if only he had used his freedom to turn up
at their houses he would never have a reason to have these nightmares... But that wasn't the only
reason. He looked at the red hair again and thought of her, thought of how happy he was every time he
saw her, even though she didn't know how he felt. No-one did! This summer had betrayed his feelings
for her, and now he would leave it all behind him and tell her, tell her what she meant to him...
He got dressed quickly and threw all of his things; including his birthday cards and presents from
Sirius, into his trunk. He let Hedwig out of her cage and sent her flying out of his window to the
Weasleys, he knew she preferred flying to driving anyway, especially when it was Mr. Weasley behind
the wheel. As soon as he got downstairs he knew they had arrived. The bins that Uncle Vernon had put
outside that morning could be heard crashing across the garden and then a screech of breaks. Not even
Mr. Weasley drove that badly though, he must have been letting Ron drive. There was a very loud knock
on the door also accompanied by the doorbell. He opened it smiling, to see a lanky ginger boy staring
back at him, who's grin had turned into a look of shock.
"Hey Ron!" Harry said happily.
"Harry!" Ron gasped as they hugged and then looked him up and down as they parted, "Is that you?"
J.K.Rowling would call herself Harry Pothead!!!
Info: This is actually the first Chapter! The last one was a summary of the story before
this chapter starts. Kind of like a blurb! It's a little jumpy, it keeps going from present
to Harry remembering the summer in his dreams.
Chapter 1.
Nostalgia.
'There were flashing lights all around him. Some blinded him, some deafened him but he
didn't know why. They seemed like explosions, there was a fuzzy heat all around him but
it didn't burn. It felt like it was receeding but the light seemed to getting closer. He
looked forward to see a mass of black hair writhing before his eyes. It could have been his
own, he felt like he had long hair, longer than usual, but he didn't seem to care why. He
stroked it lightly out of the way, but it didn't move, it seemed alive, it grabbed at his
fingers and pulled sucking the warmth out of them. There was more pulling, he could feel
himself gyrating, could feel an orgasm coming on its way, but with it he could feel something
else, his power, his energy, his life!
Out of the hair came a face, as if it was swimming through a black sea, looking for him. It was
a girl, a woman. Though the face was very fuzzy he knew the face was beautiful as soon as she
had smiled, those perfect teeth were the only thing that he noticed, they were the only thing
that was really defined. But they now seemed to be abnormal, they were growing, changing shape,
getting... pointier! She lashed out at him, the teeth flying towards his neck and he jumped with
all his strength.'
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry hit the bedroom floor hard, it had all been a dream! He could feel his arm bruising as he
lay there, and somewhere in the background he could hear footsteps coming towards his door.
"Shut up you little runt!" a voice shouted through his door as a fat fist hammered on it. It
rattled in it's frame until at last it settled back as he heard footsteps leading away.
Harry Potter couldn't help but smile at what his Uncle Vernon had said. Harry at seventeen
towered over his uncle, his aunt and his cousin Dudley by at least a foot. And whereas his uncle
and cousin were fat, he was half the size of them with a well toned muscular body. Seventeen years
of living in a house where he was never fed or told to go to his room all of the time had forced
him to exercise just to take his mind off things. In fact the only time when he had not been
completely miserable while being forced to live with them was this passed summer. But that
brought back memories that he tried to block from his mind. With his bedside clock reading 2:30am
he fell back into a troubled, fitful sleep...
~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry watched as Hermione and Ron walked away from him towards their respective families. They
had said goodbye to him but he hadn't really noticed. He was to busy trying to work out where his
Uncle Vernon was. He had sent an letter home with Hedwig telling him that term was finishing a
day earlier but there was no sign of him. While thinking of Hedwig he saw a flash of white pass
the entrance to Kings Cross and he rushed to see what it had been. As soon as he was outside a
big white owl flew to rest on his shoulder.
"Hedwig!" he exclaimed loudly, causing a lot of people to look at him. He let the Owl nip his
finger affectinately and then untied the letter that was attached to his leg. It was tied on
awkwardly, signifying that Hedwig had put up a struggle. That coupled with the fact that the
letter was written on normal paper meant that it must have been from Uncle Vernon. He opened it
quickly and found the messy scrawl that could only have come from his pudgy hands...
'You'll have to make your own way back, then won't you!'
Harry almost fell over with shock. Uncle Vernon had never let him go anywhere on his own, apart
from school; he wouldn't dare follow him there. But this was unbelievable! Almost instantly he
knew what he was going to do. He wheeled his trolley into an alley nearby and pulled out his
wand. He made a magical signal with it and almost instantly the Knight bus turned up right next
to him. He smiled as Stan opened the door for him and dragged his trolley on.
"Diagon Alley please Stan," he said smiling. He had never had this much freedom before, he was
going to use it to the extreme. Coupled with the fact that he had a fortune in wizard gold that
could be exchanged into muggle money, he was gonna have fun.
~~~~~~~~~~
This had been his first mistake. Thinking that he could handle freedom in London at sixteen was
a mistake a lot of people seemed to make. He had taken out a lot of money; all in all about a
thousand pounds, a mere fraction of his parents fortune and booked into the Leaky Cauldron.
Coming out of there every day had got him some strange looks from some Gothic kids as he walked
passed them. It wasn't until the third day that one had run over to him to talk.
"Hello mate, I'm Rufus," he said sounding quite friendly. Since Harry had started Hogwarts he had
found no trouble making friends with weird strangers, and these guys were no exception. The guys
seemed to think he was brave for staying in such a weird place and thought he was cute because of
his scar and jet black hair. They took him under their wing and got his ears pierced, black and
yellow panther contact lenses, new black leather and PVC clothes, and the tips of his hair died a
deep crimson. He looked and felt every bit the part of a Goth as he walked towards the dodgiest
club in London. This is where it all started.
Sarah, Katie, Amy, June, Kat, there was a different girl every weekend. At first it was all the
girls in his new group of friends. But then he moved on to bigger and better things. Older,
younger, before he knew it he had in fact had sex with 32 different girls.
~~~~~~~~~~
He groaned and moved in bed, his previous vice causing him strange nightmares. He remembered
every little detail of the person he had changed into. But now as he tried to turn away from it;
rolling over in bed as he did, SHE popped into his head. He groaned at the memory of his last
nightmare; even while asleep, but it was not the same.
Her bedroom was a war zone, there were still some smoking embers of what had been furniture. He
glanced around to see no windows left and a gaping hole where the fire had been. Actually it
wasn't a gaping hole as much as there was no wall, only a roaring fire in the middle of the dead
of the morning. He followed the pinprick of daylight that showed over the horizon through her
window to see it flickering on her face. She turned away from it groaning, blood still fluid
started to run down her cheek from her mouth. He felt his neck with his hand and felt the blood
running down it slowly. He jumped up and had his clothes on faster than he could draw breath, but
in an instant he was stopped dead in his tracks. There was a cold dead laugh from behind him. He
turned around and still dreaming looked into that laughing face for what seemed like the
thousandth time and woke up screaming...
~~~~~~~~~~
His clock read 10:00 now as he looked at it panting. This was strange, it meant that his Uncle had
left him sleeping. He couldn't hear anyone downstairs, which confused him even more as his heart
started to beat at normal speed. He could feel his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and as he
brushed his hand through it he realised why they had left him alone. He sat staring at the red tips
of his hair and thought of the Weasleys. He hadn't thought of his friends since he had left Hogwarts
all those weeks ago. He could feel his eyes welling up, if only he had used his freedom to turn up
at their houses he would never have a reason to have these nightmares... But that wasn't the only
reason. He looked at the red hair again and thought of her, thought of how happy he was every time he
saw her, even though she didn't know how he felt. No-one did! This summer had betrayed his feelings
for her, and now he would leave it all behind him and tell her, tell her what she meant to him...
He got dressed quickly and threw all of his things; including his birthday cards and presents from
Sirius, into his trunk. He let Hedwig out of her cage and sent her flying out of his window to the
Weasleys, he knew she preferred flying to driving anyway, especially when it was Mr. Weasley behind
the wheel. As soon as he got downstairs he knew they had arrived. The bins that Uncle Vernon had put
outside that morning could be heard crashing across the garden and then a screech of breaks. Not even
Mr. Weasley drove that badly though, he must have been letting Ron drive. There was a very loud knock
on the door also accompanied by the doorbell. He opened it smiling, to see a lanky ginger boy staring
back at him, who's grin had turned into a look of shock.
"Hey Ron!" Harry said happily.
"Harry!" Ron gasped as they hugged and then looked him up and down as they parted, "Is that you?"