Harry Potter & Carbon Copies of You
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Five: Unexpected Business
A couple of hours later, Harry returned home in a very fowl mood. The reunion with the Weasley family had not gone as Harry had hoped it would have. After revealing himself to them, Bill, Charlie and Ginny were thrilled to see him again, even with the beard and Mr. Weasley shook his hand and patted him on the back like a father glad to see his son again.
However, Ron and Hermione are not as happy to see Harry as the rest of the family was. After the others had finished hugging him and patted his back he turned to his two best friends and smiled at them, truly happy to see them again. He never dared to hope that they would forgive him for leaving like he did; he just hoped that they would be happy to see him.
"Ron? Hermione? It is me, it's Harry," he had said to them before Ron walked up to him and belted him in the jaw. Harry fell to the floor completely taken by surprise while the others stood in shock that he would do such a thing to his best mate.
"That's all you have to say for yourself Harry?" Ron spat at him, "You completely walked out on us without a word and completely disappear for nine years and then just as suddenly walk back in and expect a big hug and happy hello?"
"I… I…" Harry sputtered.
"Well, if that's all you have to say for yourself Harry, I'm not surprised," Hermione said to him sharply and then the two apparated from the Burrow.
Harry eventually stood, looking highly embarrassed and said, "I should probably go now, I think I've worn out my welcome."
However, the remaining Weasleys held him down and made him stay for lunch. Molly made sure his plate was never empty and made him promise that he would come by again and see her. In fact she was quite insistent upon it. Harry stayed for a while longer and then made his apologies and apparated away.
When Harry arrives home he discovers that Draco had yet to return from visiting his wife and son and Alberto had returned to their penthouse love nest for whatever reason he wanted to, leaving a young, blonde and very naked slave sleeping in bed waiting for someone to return to crawl into bed and do whatever with him.
Harry stormed into the bedroom and saw the naked young man sleeping and began to pull off his own robes and clothing. Climbing naked on the bed, he pulled the slave awake and kissed him hard on the mouth. His rough hands began to explore the soft flesh of the manservant arousing him all the while.
"Oh master," the young slave moaned, "take me Master, fuck me hard!"
Harry did just that. He summoned his wand with a wave of his hand and conjured magic ropes to bind the boy to the bed. He also used his wand to conjure lubrication and tossing his wand to the night table Harry plunged himself harshly into the body of the manservant.
Struggling against his bonds, the slave screamed and begged from the bed, "Please Master, please give me more. I have to have your cock inside me. Give it all to me!"
Harry did. Harry did just that for the next hour, before he fell, exhausted, on top of the slave under him.
Some time later Harry wakes up to discover Draco had removed the bonds that strapped his slave to the bed and they were in the bathroom together. Draco had him bent over the sink and he was healing him.
Stumbling to the bathroom, Harry asks, "What happened?"
"Nothing Master, you were just a little enthusiastic. I never came so hard in my life."
Though Harry believed his servant he looked to Draco for a more honest answer.
"You seem to have shagged so hard that you torn some flesh while you were being a 'little enthusiastic'," drawled Draco dramatically.
Harry was horrified by what he had done, "I am so sorry."
"No Master, it was fine. Trust me I enjoyed myself truly, in fact when Master Draco is finished I think we should do it again."
Draco shook his head at Harry indicating that he shouldn't shag the boy again until he is finished healing. Then he takes a good look at Harry and asks, "Is there anything you'd like to tell us about your evening?"
Harry looked down and said, "Not much to tell, really," and then he walked away missing the exchange of looks between Draco and the slave.
When Draco had finished with the manservant they both went into the bedroom where they found Harry sitting on the edge of the bed looking defeated. Harry looked up at them and gave a weak smile.
"What happened tonight and where did that bruise on your jaw come from?" asked Draco.
"Ron punched me when he saw me in the kitchen of his parent's house. Then he and Hermione left," signed Harry.
"Master? Are you okay?"
Harry looked up to his servant and fell to his knees and hugged the slave with his face pressed firmly into the young man's stomach and mumbled, "I am so sorry I hurt you tonight."
Running his fingers through Harry's hair, the manservant said, "I know. It's okay, I'm fine now and I love you."
A few moments later Alberto apparating home and found the three of them in the bedroom in an odd huddle and was confused, but said nothing.
The next morning, as Harry and Draco were sitting down to have breakfast, Harry received an interesting piece of owl post that he was not expecting.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I know that you also go by the alias of Thunder in your role as a bounty hunter and it is in this capacity that the Ministry of Magic wishes to engage your services.
Please come to the office of the Minister of Magic at your earliest convenience.
Sincerely,
Madame Hermione Granger
Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic
"Well, I'll be damned, their not married yet," said Harry to himself more than anyone.
"What are you muttering about Harry?" said Draco with a mouth full of toast.
"Well, it seems after treating me so poorly yesterday, I am now being offered a commission by the same woman who walked out on me and as if I were the dirt beneath her feet," huffed Harry who passed the letter to Draco.
"Are you going to take the meeting?" Draco asked.
"Nope," Harry responded.
"Do you think they followed the owl here in order to find out where you have been living since returning to England?"
Harry looked around shiftily, "Good thing we put our bathrobes on this morning then."
Draco laughed and asked, "Do you think I should discreetly take the boys to my place and let you sort this out?"
"Don't you think we're being paranoid Draco?"
"Probably, but…"
Harry then stood up and let the flimsy robe fall off of his muscular frame as he handed it to his lover and clearly said, "I think I'm going to lay out this morning while you're off on your errands, you better get going."
Draco apparated upstairs and collected the two boys and they all went to Draco's penthouse.
A few moments after Harry heard the cracks of apparition from upstairs he ventures into his secluded back yard, as naked as the day he was born. Except of course, he wasn't born with rippling muscles all over his body nor a covering of manly chest hair, not a full black beard, but naked all the same.
As Harry sat down on the lounge chair, as if to bask in the morning sun, which there wasn't as it was an overcast day, he was suddenly surrounded by a series of load cracks and then a team of Aurors and Ministry officials in his back yard.
Harry then flung his hands above his head and did a cat like stretch and said, "Good morning everyone, you seem to be late for breakfast."
"Well, Harry, I see that you've changed quite a bit from the way you used to behave," said the voice of Hermione Granger.
"Madame Granger, how nice to see you," Harry began as she walked over to him. "I received your invitation just this morning. I did think from the way it read that you wanted me to be dressed for it. However, since you seem to be having such a good time looking at my naked body, we can go as I am."
Hermione narrowed her eyes to him and said, "You have become a dark wizard Harry Potter, and you should be sent to Azkaban for it."
Harry chuckled, "If walking around naked in the privacy of one's own secluded back yard, makes one a dark wizard, then I am sure that a great many wizards should be charged all the same as I."
This time it was Ron who replied to Harry's baiting, "Come along Potter, they want you at the ministry and they want you now."
Harry heard the cold way Ron spoke to him and knew what would be coming next, "Do I get to put something on, or does your girlfriend get the privilege to gawk at me all the way into downtown London?"
Ron had gone his limit and his Weasley temper exploded, "Stupify."
The curse missed Harry as he walked into the house. "Excuse me gents, I feel a cold front coming on. Your welcome to wait here or inside while I get dressed."
"I don't think so Harry," Hermione replied to him as he had his back to her walking towards the kitchen door. When he turned he heard her say, "Stupify," and he fell unconscious.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Five: Unexpected Business
A couple of hours later, Harry returned home in a very fowl mood. The reunion with the Weasley family had not gone as Harry had hoped it would have. After revealing himself to them, Bill, Charlie and Ginny were thrilled to see him again, even with the beard and Mr. Weasley shook his hand and patted him on the back like a father glad to see his son again.
However, Ron and Hermione are not as happy to see Harry as the rest of the family was. After the others had finished hugging him and patted his back he turned to his two best friends and smiled at them, truly happy to see them again. He never dared to hope that they would forgive him for leaving like he did; he just hoped that they would be happy to see him.
"Ron? Hermione? It is me, it's Harry," he had said to them before Ron walked up to him and belted him in the jaw. Harry fell to the floor completely taken by surprise while the others stood in shock that he would do such a thing to his best mate.
"That's all you have to say for yourself Harry?" Ron spat at him, "You completely walked out on us without a word and completely disappear for nine years and then just as suddenly walk back in and expect a big hug and happy hello?"
"I… I…" Harry sputtered.
"Well, if that's all you have to say for yourself Harry, I'm not surprised," Hermione said to him sharply and then the two apparated from the Burrow.
Harry eventually stood, looking highly embarrassed and said, "I should probably go now, I think I've worn out my welcome."
However, the remaining Weasleys held him down and made him stay for lunch. Molly made sure his plate was never empty and made him promise that he would come by again and see her. In fact she was quite insistent upon it. Harry stayed for a while longer and then made his apologies and apparated away.
When Harry arrives home he discovers that Draco had yet to return from visiting his wife and son and Alberto had returned to their penthouse love nest for whatever reason he wanted to, leaving a young, blonde and very naked slave sleeping in bed waiting for someone to return to crawl into bed and do whatever with him.
Harry stormed into the bedroom and saw the naked young man sleeping and began to pull off his own robes and clothing. Climbing naked on the bed, he pulled the slave awake and kissed him hard on the mouth. His rough hands began to explore the soft flesh of the manservant arousing him all the while.
"Oh master," the young slave moaned, "take me Master, fuck me hard!"
Harry did just that. He summoned his wand with a wave of his hand and conjured magic ropes to bind the boy to the bed. He also used his wand to conjure lubrication and tossing his wand to the night table Harry plunged himself harshly into the body of the manservant.
Struggling against his bonds, the slave screamed and begged from the bed, "Please Master, please give me more. I have to have your cock inside me. Give it all to me!"
Harry did. Harry did just that for the next hour, before he fell, exhausted, on top of the slave under him.
Some time later Harry wakes up to discover Draco had removed the bonds that strapped his slave to the bed and they were in the bathroom together. Draco had him bent over the sink and he was healing him.
Stumbling to the bathroom, Harry asks, "What happened?"
"Nothing Master, you were just a little enthusiastic. I never came so hard in my life."
Though Harry believed his servant he looked to Draco for a more honest answer.
"You seem to have shagged so hard that you torn some flesh while you were being a 'little enthusiastic'," drawled Draco dramatically.
Harry was horrified by what he had done, "I am so sorry."
"No Master, it was fine. Trust me I enjoyed myself truly, in fact when Master Draco is finished I think we should do it again."
Draco shook his head at Harry indicating that he shouldn't shag the boy again until he is finished healing. Then he takes a good look at Harry and asks, "Is there anything you'd like to tell us about your evening?"
Harry looked down and said, "Not much to tell, really," and then he walked away missing the exchange of looks between Draco and the slave.
When Draco had finished with the manservant they both went into the bedroom where they found Harry sitting on the edge of the bed looking defeated. Harry looked up at them and gave a weak smile.
"What happened tonight and where did that bruise on your jaw come from?" asked Draco.
"Ron punched me when he saw me in the kitchen of his parent's house. Then he and Hermione left," signed Harry.
"Master? Are you okay?"
Harry looked up to his servant and fell to his knees and hugged the slave with his face pressed firmly into the young man's stomach and mumbled, "I am so sorry I hurt you tonight."
Running his fingers through Harry's hair, the manservant said, "I know. It's okay, I'm fine now and I love you."
A few moments later Alberto apparating home and found the three of them in the bedroom in an odd huddle and was confused, but said nothing.
The next morning, as Harry and Draco were sitting down to have breakfast, Harry received an interesting piece of owl post that he was not expecting.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I know that you also go by the alias of Thunder in your role as a bounty hunter and it is in this capacity that the Ministry of Magic wishes to engage your services.
Please come to the office of the Minister of Magic at your earliest convenience.
Sincerely,
Madame Hermione Granger
Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic
"Well, I'll be damned, their not married yet," said Harry to himself more than anyone.
"What are you muttering about Harry?" said Draco with a mouth full of toast.
"Well, it seems after treating me so poorly yesterday, I am now being offered a commission by the same woman who walked out on me and as if I were the dirt beneath her feet," huffed Harry who passed the letter to Draco.
"Are you going to take the meeting?" Draco asked.
"Nope," Harry responded.
"Do you think they followed the owl here in order to find out where you have been living since returning to England?"
Harry looked around shiftily, "Good thing we put our bathrobes on this morning then."
Draco laughed and asked, "Do you think I should discreetly take the boys to my place and let you sort this out?"
"Don't you think we're being paranoid Draco?"
"Probably, but…"
Harry then stood up and let the flimsy robe fall off of his muscular frame as he handed it to his lover and clearly said, "I think I'm going to lay out this morning while you're off on your errands, you better get going."
Draco apparated upstairs and collected the two boys and they all went to Draco's penthouse.
A few moments after Harry heard the cracks of apparition from upstairs he ventures into his secluded back yard, as naked as the day he was born. Except of course, he wasn't born with rippling muscles all over his body nor a covering of manly chest hair, not a full black beard, but naked all the same.
As Harry sat down on the lounge chair, as if to bask in the morning sun, which there wasn't as it was an overcast day, he was suddenly surrounded by a series of load cracks and then a team of Aurors and Ministry officials in his back yard.
Harry then flung his hands above his head and did a cat like stretch and said, "Good morning everyone, you seem to be late for breakfast."
"Well, Harry, I see that you've changed quite a bit from the way you used to behave," said the voice of Hermione Granger.
"Madame Granger, how nice to see you," Harry began as she walked over to him. "I received your invitation just this morning. I did think from the way it read that you wanted me to be dressed for it. However, since you seem to be having such a good time looking at my naked body, we can go as I am."
Hermione narrowed her eyes to him and said, "You have become a dark wizard Harry Potter, and you should be sent to Azkaban for it."
Harry chuckled, "If walking around naked in the privacy of one's own secluded back yard, makes one a dark wizard, then I am sure that a great many wizards should be charged all the same as I."
This time it was Ron who replied to Harry's baiting, "Come along Potter, they want you at the ministry and they want you now."
Harry heard the cold way Ron spoke to him and knew what would be coming next, "Do I get to put something on, or does your girlfriend get the privilege to gawk at me all the way into downtown London?"
Ron had gone his limit and his Weasley temper exploded, "Stupify."
The curse missed Harry as he walked into the house. "Excuse me gents, I feel a cold front coming on. Your welcome to wait here or inside while I get dressed."
"I don't think so Harry," Hermione replied to him as he had his back to her walking towards the kitchen door. When he turned he heard her say, "Stupify," and he fell unconscious.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review