Disclaimer: Hp and his universe is not mine

A/N: Things I forgot to clarify in my last chapter haha. This is an A/U fic so all mistakes as they are called are done for a reason. Thank you for your reviews they are muchly so appreciated by moi. Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last one.

Chapter 2: Alohomora

Harry pulled his trunk out the revolving doors without difficulty and headed in the direction of Uncle Vernon's unsightly ass. He quickly caught up and walked two paces behind the group. He caught sight of a group of school girls wearing kilts a few inches too short. They giggled and waved as Harry passed them.

"Hi there." One of them purred. Harry turned and winked at the group as he continued to walk, he received an icy glare from Dudley when he did so. Harry pushed the girls to the back of his mind. They were the last thing Harry was interested in. Ever since he had gotten over Cho his interest had shifted from the fairer sex. When Harry had first figured out he was gay he was confused. He, after all, didn't have much to look at, at home.

Ugly mother fucker. He's gained at least twenty pounds, maybe more. The pitiful fool probably thought those girls were looking at him.

Harry laughed to himself at the thought of a group of girls ever giggling at Dudley, unless they were giggling about the fact his fly was down. They reached the dark family car quickly enough. Harry loaded his trunk into the boot of the car and slammed it shut. He went to the left passenger door and quickly got in. Vermon didn't wait for him to buckle up before he pulled out the parking spot.

The ride home was uneventful. Harry hated everything about it. The music was bad. The traffic was bad. Even the scentless air reaked of some unknown sent that just seemed to piss Harry off even more. By the time they had pulled into the drive way of their cosey little home Harry was ready to just go to his room. He quickly unloaded his trunk and pulled in into the house closing the door behind him.

His uncle aunt and Dudley all chose to ignore him, not that he minded in the very least. He hauled his heavy trunk up the flight of stairs and into his room. Looking around the barren room he sighed. This would be his home for the next two months.

Shit hole.

Harry unpacked a few of his things, mainly clothes, and set them in their proper places. He smirked looking down at the shirts he had fixed the months before returning to the Dursleys. He had shrunken Dudley's old pants down to a more appropriate size and had even bought some shirts from a wizard shop. Nothing to fancy, but one shirt did prevent the wearer from smelling of bodily odours. He looked down at his current attire. Black pants, green shirt. He shrugged, good enough. He searched though the pockets of his pants and pulled out a box of cigarettes.

Thank god I have this to get me though the months.

Putting the box under the hidden floor board Harry unloaded what he had been waiting for. The laptop. He sat down on the floor placing the laptop in front of him and flipped up the screen. Pressing the power button he waited for a moment then his desktop came up.

Hermione...

The picture that adorned his screen was that of Hogwarts and it's ground.

Thank Hermione later.

He smiled and looked quickly for the internet link. Then came across a password box.

Password? Oh right

Harry stuck his hand into his pocket and withdrew the slip of paper. Looking down he found the appropriate one.

Alohomora

His hands flew over the keyboard remembering using them while still attending elementary school with Dudley. His eyes grew wide as the internet window opened. It was a Wizarding Network. A link to the daily prophet, links to chat rooms of a shapes sizes and topics. He scrolled his mouse over to the Daily Prophet link and clicked. A new window opened revealing the front page cover. Harry quickly scanned it no really taking any care to actually read what it said. Then a message popped up in a new window.

YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR DAILY FIX OF THE ONE AND ONLY GOLDEN BOY CLICK HERE!!!

Harry pondered before clicking the link and instancy regretting it. It was a porn site. But not a normal one. None of the picture were photographs but rather just highly realistic drawings of him and various others. Although he knew he should close the link a small voice in the back of his head encouraged him on.

Just look a few. After all it is you that its of you have all right to look.

Harry scrolled down the page looking at the artwork, if it could be called that.

Me mastrabating, me and random girls, me and...

He stopped at a particular box looking at the picture. His eyes growing with fear as he realise who the man was standing behind him placing butterfly kisses on his shoulder blades.

Professor? Pro...Pro...

His mind didn't seem able to find the last name of one of his Professors. He quickly scrolled to the top of the page looking desperately for the exit box. Finding it quickly he closed the box and was returned to the Daily Prophet. Leaning back on his arms he sighed.

Sick perverts.

Harry easily ignored the slight twinge he had felt in the pit of his stomach when he had seen the picture. He shook his head of the thoughts of him and one of his Professors and leaned forward once again to click on the blinking box at the bottom of the screen.

A conversation box popped up he was talking to one Prefect H.

PrefectH: Hey Harry! It's me Hermione!

Harry's heart jumped. He clicked the convo box and began to type.

Jaded: Hey Hermione!

Cool name Hermione.

PrefectH: How are you liking the computer?

Jaded: It's so great thanks so much Hermione! I love the background.

PrefectH: I thought you might Harry. Have you been to any sites yet?

Harry pondered if he should or shouldn't tell Hermione of his discovery.

Jaded: Ya actually one was really weird it was of pictures of me and...random wizards doing highly sexual things.

Best not to mention names.

PrefectH: Well Harry there are a lot of those sites around. People can't help but think your hot you know. A lot of wizards have sites about you. Some of them nice some not some...rather racy if you catch my drift. There are some about professors at school. There is even one, believe it or not, about Professor Snape an people who thinks he's really hot.

Harry's mouth opened and shut. She had this was of getting so close to his problems and not even knowing it.

Jaded: Sick perverts I'm still sixteen!

PrefectH: YA thats why there sites counting down the days till your legal. Lol

Jaded:...Lol?

PrefectH: Oh right I forgot you've never had this before Lol Laugh out loud.

Jaded: Oh...well im going to go to bed now I'll talk to you tomorrow Hermione. Bye Say hi to Ron for me.

He exited the convo box and all the other open windows and tuned off the laptop. That was a little to much excitement for him in one night.

I wonder how many sites there are out there about me....

Harry resolved in his mind tomorrow night would be the day he could look for these sites

After all they are about me and I have the right to know.

He nodded convincing himself that was the reason for his wanting to look. He looked around his room for a placed to but his laptop and decided that under the floor board would be best. He shifted some things around and made just enough space for it to fit. After sliding the board back over he jumped up onto his bead and drifted off into sleep. And not a very dry one.