Harry Hunting

Chapter Six

Your Just Jealous Because the Voices Are Talking To Me.

May I compare thee to a summer's day
In particular, last December 15th around 2 o'clock.

paraphrased Terry Pratchett

A single light illuminated the huge bedroom. A giant four poster bed stood on a platform sitting by itself in the centre of the room. A tall candle stand stood just to the left of the giant dark violet velvet curtains that surrounded the bed. From behind the closed curtains a voice can be heard faintly almost whispering. Some presence moved towards the bed climbing the short stairs up up up to bed. A slender hand reached up and pushed gently to the side the heavy velvet curtain stained almost black in the lack of light. With the curtain pulled back the light showed a glimpse of pale flesh spread out across the creamy satin sheets. "I have you now my pretty." A voice gently sounds. With this there is a noise from the body laying out on the bed, a whimper. As the curtain is pulled back further the light finally shows a bound and gagged Harry Potter, stripped naked except for a sheet wrapped tastefully around his knees. Echoing around the room a voice can be heard "Harry." The hogtied wonder - boy was quite obviously half drugged and had been rolling around on the bed attempting to remove the fluffy handcuffs that were keeping his arms behind his back. As the light shone on the semi conscious boy's face his name again echoed through the room. "Harry." A presences starts to crawl across the large bed forcing the helpless Harry down into the hollow created by his movement. " Now I have caught you my precious you are all mine, and there has been something I wanted to try ever since I got a copy of the pop up Karma Sutra." The boy -that-wants-to-be-any-where-other-than-here whimpered again and tried to crawl away from the slinking form. "Harry, Harry." The figure starts to shake the bed and move closer, "Harry, Harry wake up you blind git. Otherwise I'll get Hermione up here to check out how you like to sleep naked." With these words the dreamscape of Harry's night mare is shredded and he found himself twisted around the blankets on his bed, not hogtied and at the mercy of a sex crazed lunatic. Scratching the back of his neck Harry missed the small star shaped beauty mark resting behind his left ear. He pulled on a robe and thanked Ron, he was glad that dream had been over he hated to imagine that anyone wanted to top him.

"I bring to orderthis meeting of the honourable order of the Golden Snitch Snatchers." With this statement a heavy wooden mallet was brought down on the table. A voice can be heard muttering across the table,

"I still think Potter Passion Pack was a better name." Ignoring the voice the girl standing at the top of the oblong table continued in their prepared speech often looking down at the desk to check a pile of papers in front of her.

"I would like to call for any old business to be resolved. 'No one speaks up' On to new business. Well it has been two weeks since the challenge was set and so far I believe neither Lavender or Vincent have been successful in their endeavours." A small voice from some where around the table mutters.

"They couldn't find their own arse with a map." Again ignoring the interruption the chairmen of the G.S.S continued in her speech.

" With their failures' I think we can learn from their mistakes and one of us will have a better chance of catching the sex god made human Harry Potter." A person stands up at the other end of the table.

"What's with the organization?"

"What, I thought we could do with a bit more organization around here." A heckler that was leaning back in their chair balanced on the back legs laughed.

"I bet you colour code your condoms?" With this statement the chairmen winces for a second and everyone realises that they do.

"I just think that the appropriate colour can influence the enjoyment of the moment." Vincent Crabbe who had been sitting downcast picking at some shinny catalogues lying out in front of him spoke up.

"What's a condom?" With hardly a pause the heckler speaks up.

"It's a type of fruit, found in South America you eat it with a spoon." Vincent hums and flips through the catalogue.

"I was just wondering because this catalogue was saying they sold apple, lemon, and berry flavoured condoms and I thought if they were a sweet why were they in the catalogue for 'Peaches and Cream Adult emporium.'" No one speaks up as those knowledgeable about muggle's tried to imagine describing the concept of condoms to Crabbe. The heckler laughed and spoke up again.

"That's because some people like to eat them when their enjoying themselves. Kind of like an after dinner mint." Half of the rooms occupants coughed and try not to laugh out loud.

Attempting to pull the room together the chairman bangs her gavel down on the table, "If you could stop laughing I was wondering if the next person on the list has started their planned attacked on mounting Harry?" A figure who had been standing at the back of the room huddled with another figure laughing over a magazine popped their head up.

"Umm that would be me, I've kind of started but I'm not going to tell anyone in case it fails, but I am so getting him into that shirt. And I'm going to take photographs to prove it. By the way has the order from 'Peaches and Cream come in yet. I really want to get my hands on that dragon hide saddle I ordered." Lavender who had been reading the magazine with her pouted,

"Can't you even give us a hint about what your doing?" The figure giggles.

"Well okay but Harry is so mine. I'll give you a tiny little hint. If Harry starts acting strange in classes this week just ignore it, it's all part of my fiendish plan." The heckler who was glancing through a catalogue from the table spoke again.

"We'll leave him alone, just remember that we all agreed not to use anything that would permanently harm or affect him. We all want a turn." A little voice sounds from the other side of the table.

"I still think that we're treating Harry like a piece of meat and it is inhuman." The speaker is quickly forced to stop speaking as several curses sail towards their head and every one turns around to shout. "Shut Up."

From her lazy-boy Fate pushed a button and lay back with her feet up. Floating in mid-sir next to her a big bag of chocolate peanuts was half empty. Reaching for a few of the chocolate treats fate flipped them in the air and caught them in her mouth. She couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. Harry Potters life was more interesting then any she'd seen for a hundred years. And if she had to give it a little push now and then who could blame her. It got boring watching the fate's of men for millions of years. Everyone needs a hobby and hers was just playing with the fate of one Harry Potter.

A gentle breeze stirred the leaves that were gathering up in piles at the base of the statue of Hilda the Hag famous for defeating the hoards of the nypho goblins that had attempted to storm Hogwarts in the seventeenth century after a past potions master had pulled a prank involving a goblin aphrodisiac and the annual Gringotts convention. The statue sat next to the glass houses and had watched many Hogwarts students walk to class by her feet. Harry, Hermione and Ron walked underneath her puzzled gaze as they made their way to their Herbology class. Though unaware why, Ron had somehow discovered that with the mere mention of the word chicken he could make his friends wince and blush. Ron was not one to waste the opportunity to cause pain and discomfort to his friends like most teenage boys and was at the moment trying to describe the chickens that ran around his front yard at the Burrow. "We have heaps of chickens, Mum thinks Georgeor Fred put a multiplying spell on them one year and the chickens liked it so much they kept it. If I look out my window I can see their fluffy red and brown bodies everywhere. They tend to turn up everywhere in our house. One time I heard my Mum telling her friend that while her and Dad were at it they found a chicken sitting at the foot of the bed." At this Hermione and Harry who had had their fingers stuck in their ears and were humming 'can't hear you, can't hear you.' screamed and ran straight to Herbology nearly bowling Ron over, with a wicked grin Ron kept walking and shrugged his shoulders shouting after his friends. "What was it something I said?"

Herbology could be a really interesting class, and Harry had been known to enjoy it. With no teacher to breath down his neck and since Slytherine's timetable was different this year, he didn't have to worry about their stupid comments and attempts to fuck up his work. At the front of the class a black board had been set up and written on it was the news that the teacher would not be able to attend today, while they're head teachers for their chosen topic to teach, Snape was not the only potions teacher, McGonagall was not the only Transfiguration teacher, they were just the teacher in charge of organising those underneath them in their chosen field. Otherwise having nearly a thousand students and only ten or so teachers could be a problem. Back to the story. Professor Lovett couldn't make the class as he had unfortunately caught a particularly painful dose of sap from a seventh year Ravenclaw project dealing with South American Spitting Arrow Vines. In his place their had been left some instructions of potting a new batch of baby mandrakes who had arrived the day before. While Lovett trusted that a combined class of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw wasn't going to cause any problems their was no way in hell he or any other teacher would ever leave a combined Gryffindor and Slytheirne class together. Pulling on a pair of earmuffs Harry got down to the prepared work.

"Harry, I'm going to tie you to a light post and strip you down." Harry stopped what he was doing and stared around at the students working beside him. No one was looking in his direction the voice must have been his imagination. "Then I'm going to take this long, thick black . . ." Harry stuck his finger in his ears and wriggled it around. He took another look around no one was close to him both Ron and Hermione were on the other side of the room getting more pots for the baby mandrake. No one was close enough for him to hear through the ear muffs. "I'm going to drag it down down down . . ." Harry dropped the pot he had been filling with dirt and fled the greenhouse. Reaching the statue of Hilda the Hag Harry ripped off the ear muffs and listened he couldn't hear anything. The voice had stopped. 'What the hell was that, He hoped to god it wasn't Voldemort cause that just gave terror a whole new meaning.' Slowly walking back to Herbology he ignored the strange looks he got from his peers, though one Ravenclaw looked ecstatic. In fact he had been the only student to place a bet at 20 to 1 that Herboblogy would be the first Harry Potter would run out in the middle of everyone else had money of Potions, or Defence against the Dark Arts, but he had played the long odds and was now several galleons the richer. Placing the earmuffs back on Harry began putting potting mix back in the pot. "I'm going to take a tub of warm chocolate and whipped cream and cover your whole body with it then I'm going to lick my way up . . . " Harry ripped the earmuffs off. It must be the earmuffs with a quick flip of his wand Harry sent the offending head wear up in a puff of smoke. Walking over the box holding more earmuffs Harry grabbed another pair happy he had halted the voice. Unaware of the small star shaped black beauty mark sitting behind his left ear.

Sitting down to the evening meal Harry pulled a plate of roast pumpkin towards him and dished up a piece. Ron was sitting opposite and Neville was sitting to his left and grabbed some roast pumpkin at the same time as him. "Do you think you did any good in test in Transfiguration?" Harry asked Ron whose mouth was stuffed with a bread roll he had dipped in his soup.

" I don't know why we learn these things it's not like we'll need to know how to change a matchbox into a mouse in real life it's all useless anyway." Picking away at his meal Harry snorted

"I know what you mean." A deep breathy voice that he had heard earlier whispered into Harry's ear.

"I would love to sweep everything from that table and bend you over backwards with everyone watching." Harry dropped his knife and fork and stared at Neville. "What did you say?" Neville who had been eating a piece of roast chicken looked up in confusion

."What?"

"Did you say any thing to me just then."

"No, why?" Harry shook his head.

"Oh nothing, it must just be my imagination." forcing a laugh Harry started eating again. "I'm going to pull your arms tight above your head and make you scream like a banshee." Placing his utensils carefully down on the table Harry looked around him, no one was paying any attention to him except for the few students that had money on today being the day he would first run screaming from the dinning hall.

"Okay if anyone is trying to pull a prank on me it's not funny they can stop right now." The rest of Gryffindor looked up at Harry confused, as nothing that they could tell had happened to the boy. Hermione who was sitting further down the table talking to Ginny. "Ah Harry I don't think any of us a pulling a prank on you." Staring at the confused faces around him the-boy-that-lived smiled and laughed.

"Ha, I was just tricking you nothing wrong with me." Everyone kept eating.

"I have a long, black whip and I'm going to slid it along your back and make you scream." Finishing the meal in front of him quickly, Harry ignored his friends calls and hurried out of the hall followed by the lewd voice.

Crawling into bed, Harry was glad the voice had stoped it's descriptive words about an hour ago when everyone started going to bed. Pulling his bedspread over his head Harry tried to go to sleep. The room he was standing in seemed like a cross between a dungeon and a bedroom. Thick chains hung from the walls and roof. A huge bed sat in the centre and chains hung over the dark red sheets. Walking forwards in the room, Harry noticed everything had a unreal quality about the room, rubbing his eyes he could feel it, but his brain was telling him it was a dream. A dark syrupy voice he had been hearing all day echoed around the room. "I have you now. We're going to have such fun." Drawing the last word out in a breath a dark faceless figure stalked towards the extremely confused Harry.

"Your not Voldemort are you. Because that would just make this dream really, really weird?" Laughing the figure stepped up to Harry who backed up to the wall bumping into some chains hanging on the wall. "Okay, I'm going to wake up now, I think I prefer to dream about the Dursley's right now." The faceless figure pushed their body against Harry grinding Harry's back into the wall behind him, making Harry wince from discomfort.

"Oh your not going anywhere, I've got you now and your not getting away." With a fast movement the figure brings Harry's arms up above his head and catches them in two manacles above his head. Bringing a hand up to the sweating boy's face the figure drags a sharp nail down his face leaving a red mark. "Oh your are so beautiful, I could just eat you up." Dragging a hand down to his chest the figure rips the thin t-shirt his dream self was wearing.

"You know I don't mind sex and all but, I would prefer it if I wasn't tied up." The figure dragged sharp nails over Harry's chest.

"Tough Shit." Pulling back the figure brought their mouth to Harry's neck nipping and bitting a line down his neck and chest leaving bright red marks behind. Breathing in short pants Harry, tried to speak when a gag appeared from no where and stopped him.

"Oh no Puppy can't talk until it learns all the rules." The figure chuckled. Harry's eyes widened over the gag, his mind all he could think was. 'There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home,' And wishing to hell he owned a pair of ruby slippers.

Scrubbing his eyes as he woke up Harry sighed it had only been a dream, that was all. It was perfectly normal for teenage boys to have dreams about sex. Closing his mind to what happened in the dream, Harry ignored the marks that covered his body and made him look like he had been attacked by a vacuum cleaner. Harry is good at ignoring what is straight in front of him.

Over the next few days the voice kept up with it's dirty suggestions. Speaking during class, and meals. At that weeks Quidditch practice he almost fell off his broom when the voice describe the sexual acts that could be preformed on the back of a broomstick. Every night his dreams were plagued by the same scenario but each night it got harder and harder to ignore. Harry was getting less and less sleep and he was paying no attention in class, the voice was following him everywhere. Dark bags sat under his eye's his hair was getting greasy and he was always distracted. It got to the point that even Sane noticed what was happening to the - boy-that-would-just-like-to-get-some-sleep. Sent to the hospital ward by both Snape and Hooch after a disastrous Quidditch practise. Harry's little mind was going around the bend and he was jumping at everything.

After everyone saw Harry break his nose in Quidditch practise a girl sidled over to another girl sitting by the lake. "You know you said he would be acting strange and ignoring it. Well what ever your doing I think your going to far." The girl who was flicking stones in the water sighed.

"I know the spell I did is meant to make him insane with desire by placing ideas in his head when he's at his weakest moment I was going to pounce. But I don't think he can't take much more. I'll turn the spell off now." Getting up the girl walked towards the hospital ward to stop her plan she was so sure that it was going to work but Harry was beginning to look like a hunted rabbit more than some one overfilling with desire. She really should check out that spell more. Walking down the hall she headed towards the hospital ward to catch Harry before he headed to dinner. As she turned a corner, the girl was caught completely unaware when she stumbled over a crouching figure crawled up on the floor, rocking backwards and forwards.

It was Harry Potter. Leaning down the girl placed a gentle hand on Harrys shoulder. "Harry, Harry, what's wrong?" His eyes were tightly closed and he had his hands over his ears, she could just hear him muttering.

"Can't hear you, Can't hear you, Can't hear you," As she leant closer Harry jerked away from her touch. This was complete opposite from what she had intended she had so fucked up the spell. Reaching carefully around his head, the Harry Potter fan, quickly picked off the little back star that was the focus of the spell. With this simple movement Harry stoped rocking backwards and forwards as the voices stopped.

"Harry, Harry, what's wrong?" Slowly pulling out of his tight crouch Harry blinked and smiled the voices had stoped. Grabbing the girl that had appeared when the voices stopped Harry hugged them and thanked them.

"Thankyou, thankyou." Looking up he finally noticed who he had grabbed. It was Millicent from Slytheine. Instantly dropping the Slytherine Harry laughed and backed away. "Umm thanks, for waking, I feel asleep, must have had a nightmare. I'll just head to the hospital ward now." With this pathetic excuse Harry turned and ran down the hallway. Sighing Millcent rubbed her face. She had been so close if the spell hadn't ofbeenmaking Harryinsane she was sure it would have worked. At least she had been able to take part in the dreams. Shaking a fist in the air Millicent scowled it was some one else's turn now but she'd have anotherchance later and she would succeed.

Authors Note

I don't quite like the ending, but here you go another chapter. If any one has an idea for the G.S.S, What do you think of the name? I would be really happy to hear it.
I spell check all my stories, but if it is terrible please become my beta for this story or my other stories, I would really love a beta to read them and point out where I have stuffed up.

Thankyou so much for reviewing the last chapter this is the first new chapter of this story since I changed it from the Kindly Ones. There has also been a chapter added to that story as well so if please check it out.

Thankyou so so so so so so so much for reviewing
Insaneserval - steve irwin is a strange man, who somehow escaped Australia and became famous. I know the mental image of Dudley having sex may disturbe some people, but I think Dudley is more likely to grow hair on his palms then get any.
Gasert -I Like the idea of an illusion spell. I'm not sure of blackmail as Harry never seemed like one to let people do it. That and the G.S.S don't want him to hate them when they finish.
Griffendorgirl - thanks for the name idea what do you think of the Golden Snitch Snatchers. I can just imagine the inspector snooping around Hogwarts with the music going on. I haven't seen the village yet.
Anglekitty77 -chickens will be metioned in future chapters
Leanne - thankyou for the review.

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