Page 3:The Truth of Magic
Chapter 1: Tragedy
I woke up to the sound of the banging and yelling of my Aunt. Sighing, I sat up from my little bunk and opened the door to the cupboard that I lived in.
"Go on, Get!" she yelled, her average face twisting into the face of a particularly ugly troll.
I sluggishly dragged my feet towards the stove, slowly waking up with every step until I finally stood before the stovetop, my hand holding a pan with 8 eggs, salted and peppered.
I watch the eggs turn white and yellow as I listen to the stomping footsteps of my whale of an uncle. I drag the eggs off of the plates, plating 4 in both Dudleys and Uncles plates, the bacon already plated with them. I pick the 2 plates up and carry them to the table, placing the two next to the 2 plates that had already been served.
The opening of the flap for the post makes me inwardly groan, and Uncle Vernon's shout to "Pick the post up, boy!" from upstairs makes my eye twitch, my feet already carrying me to the door.
The post was, at first, nothing new. At least, it was all ordinary until I found the letter addressed to me. My eyes widened in shock as I walked into the dining room, placing the normal post on the table next to Uncle Vernon's seat.
Taking my seat, I hastily opened the letter at the sound of Vernons feet hitting the stairs.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessa-
I was only able to get so far before Vernon thundered into the room, his eyes instantly snapping to the letter in my hand. "Boy!" he growled, apprehension and excitement in his eye "Give me that letter".
Gulping, I answered his demand with a quiet nod, and gave him the letter that was addressed to me. His eyes raked across the words as Duddley's heavy plodding got louder and louder before he entered the room, and instantly ran towards his seat, beginning his meal with gusto.
Vernon finally let out a pleased hum as he looked toward the second page. "Freak" he began "You are going to this school, and the 2 months that you are here every year will be spent in silence, understood?" he sneered, his beady black eyes staring into mine.
I nodded silently before he snorted and handed me the letter, moving to his seat at the head of the table. Petunia entered the dining room minutes later, and we began to eat. I tucked the letter away so I could finish reading it after my day was done.
Under the dark cover of the night, I held a match and a letter. The wax sealing on the rough parchment was already broken as I slid the actual letter out and began to read. The letter wrote of Wizarding schools, my being a wizard and my acceptance. And, bizarre as the letter was, I fully believed it. If not for how elaborate the lie would have to be, but because Vernon thought it to be true. If Vernon, a man who hated magic with all his strength, believed it, and agreed to send me there, then it must be true, right?
I let out a hiss as the matchstick between my fingers stings them before I throw it in the pile of burnt matchsticks. I frown at the letter in my hand, the dark of the night covering my line of sight, before I frown, and place it back in its envelope.
I lay down on my cot under the stairs, and close my eyes. Vernon said I would write my reply of acceptance this morning.
My hand aches as I grip the pen beneath my fingers, guiding the ink into long, full strokes of cursive english onto the paper beneath the pen. I glance at Vernon from the corner of my eye nervously, his large imposing figure towering over my writing and I. His beady, black, soulless eyes staring at the pen in my pen with something like anticipation.
Most of the tension in my hand releases as I finish writing, the ink of my black pen glaring at me on the page, the neat, small, and cursive writing on it very clearly nervous. Vernon stomps up beside me, his large, barrel-like hands grabbing the letter and jerking it to his rotund face before beginning to read.
"Acceptable" he grunts, folding the letter up and placing it in an envelope before stomping out of the house, the screeching of birds filling the air for a second before he re-enters the dining hall.
"Chores, now, freak" He demands, pointing at the broom as he stares at me hatefully, a sneer on his lips as he stomps past me and sits down on the couch, turning the Tellie on with a click of the remote, and getting sucked in to the football game on the other side of the screen.
I scurry off to do as my uncle told without so much as a complaint, taking the broom, and beginning my chores.
The reply to my letter comes not in the form of a letter response, but in the form of loud knocking on our door. "Boy! Get the door!" Aunt Petunia shouts, her shrill voice echoing slightly in the spotless house.
I stand from the floor, allowing the sponge in my hand to drop from my hand and land in the bucket, and begin to walk there scowling as I mumble out curses and insults at her. I trudge toward the door, and open it, the woman on the other side of the door looking down at me in curiosity.
"Hello, miss, this should be the residence of the Dursleys. Could you get Harry Potter for me?" the woman asks, her voluptuous cherry red lips annunciating every word with so much seduction I could barely keep my cock down.
I shifted somewhat, my face turning somewhat red from the fact I was popping a boner just from her voice, and looked down, mortification being drawn on my face. "I-uh, I am Harry Potter" The words tumbled out of my lips as I shifted again, relief flooding me as my boner shifted into the waistband of my pants.
Her gasp makes me throb and my heart pounds as my cheeks redden. Jesus, why was this supermod- Woman, why was this woman teasing me so much? And why was it working?! I mean, I knew about puberty, you had to if you were graduating from 8th grade, but like, why was she affecting me so much?!
"Oh, dear! I'm so sorry Harry! It's just, well.. You look a bit… effeminate." She coughs into a fist sternly(How does she do that sternly?) before she peers down at me "Either way, We must make haste,I am a teacher at Hogwarts after all. Today, I will guide you through Diagon Alley. I assume that your relatives already know that you are to leave for your supplies?" she asks.
I jolt up, my eyes widening in realization before I sputter out a quick "Forgot!" and run off to the living room. "Teacher came, going out!" I tell her before sprinting at the door, Petunia's confused shout becoming background noise as I slam the door behind me shut.
As I stare out at the neighborhood, I slowly realize the fact that I would be journeying through a public place with what seemed to be a sex icon. My eyes widened in both horror and lust as I laid my eyes on the amused woman in front of me. "Well, we shant dally, shall we?" she asked, her sensual voice slithering into my ears like snakes as she held out a hand.
I swallow my lust down and take her explanation of Apparition ignored in favor of calming my want to ravage her down. The world blurs and tenses and turns into paste that flows into and out of me not 5 seconds after her explanation. The disorienting experience is, thankfully, over as soon as it starts, and I'm flung out of what seemed to be a teleportation spell.
My eventual conflict between my face and the ground is interrupted by 's hand, hsoft palm meeting the fabric of my shoulder, and pulling me back on my feet. I Look up at her, still somewhat dazed from the teleport, and her eyes portray her amusement in spades. "Well" she begins, her eyes drilling into mine "We shouldn't dally".
I absentmindedly nod, and begin to regain my composure as I walk beside her through a dingy pub. The people inside were scruffy, and looked as though they would belong more in an alleyway than in a pub, the atmosphere was full of cheer, and merry, and the sound of laughter and conversation filled the air.
Mcgonagall parted the veritable sea of people in front of us with a stern glance, the crowd instantly parting and the pub quieting somewhat as everyone watched the both of us with either interest or amusement. The odd thing, however, was the fact that no one was lusting after Mcgonnagall the same way I had. Perhaps it was the fact that, even in the clothes they were wearing, everyone there looked like a model.
Either way, it didnt matter, because Mcgonagall and I had just stopped in front of what seemed to be a wall. Turning to Mcgonagall, I was just about to ask a question, only for her to move. There was a slight quirk of her lips for some reason as she tapped her wand on the wall in a strange pattern. We waited for a moment as nothing seemed to happen, and just as I was prepared to ask another question, the wall turned into an archway.
~~~~~~(I don't like doing the whole gathering supplies thing, so I'll just skip since its been done so many times before)~~~~~~~~
The alley was, in a way, confusing as all fuck. Mcgonagall and I had walked around Diagon alley for what seemed like hours. There was no layout, there wasn't even any sense as to why, how or where things were the way they were.
There was a shop that floated above the alley for god's sake! Thankfully, and I am thankful, the bank wasn't as chaotic, and I was able to get my money and begin buying shit soon. Our whole shopping spree was short, too, so that's neat. I hate wasting time after all.
Still, as I lay in my new bed in Dudley's second room, reading a book that makes no sense, I can't help but feel as though I missed something important. As though, were something to have happened, something important would've taken place. I ignore the feeling, however, and continue reading the confusing ass book between my hands. I mean, what the hell is a Rune?! And why did I get this book on fucking rituals?!
Today was the day. The day that I lost my virginity. No longer shall I be beset with the horrific curse known as "No bitches", NAY! Nay I say, Today, I shall get my dick wet. Or, at least, I'm gonna go to school, and Then I shall drown in the pussy!
My inner monologue is interrupted by the engine of the train rumbling, and the wood creaking. I frown at the rather concerning sounds, I didn't want to fly out of the train going however many kilometers an hour. I pursed my lips, however, and pulled out my book on Rituals. I still didnt understand even a lick of what was being said, but maybe at one point I could puzzle out something.
I spent about 4 hours reading and re-reading the book, constantly trying to figure out what was written upon the pages. After all, if the book was this hard to understand, there must be something important, right?
The most I got out of the reading session was understanding that runes had to be able to bond together into something called a runic circle to be able to make the base of a ritual. I gave up eventually, though, as the candy I bought had run out, and the book was getting stale with none but even a most basic secret making itself clear to me.
I placed the book back into my suitcase, and laid down on the seat, falling asleep soon after.
Thankfully, I woke up with enough time to get dressed and wake up fully. Though, as I stepped off of the train with my suitcase in hand, I couldn't help but shiver as any remaining grogginess was removed via cold.
Everyone exited the train onto a medieval looking town, it had wooden and stone homes, a brick road, and lamps with lanterns instead of modern light bulbs.
"Firs' Years o'er her'!" a giant of man roared, his massive shaggy beard shifting at his bellow.
I looked around before doing anything, noticing the fact that many of the wizard raised children walked towards the man unhesitatingly. Stomping down my paranoia of the man being a random person trying to kidnap us, I followed the rest of the kids toward the man.
We stood in place for about 5 minutes before the large man nodded and we set off north. The man's footsteps seemingly shake the world with every step, and his every bellowing breath causes winds to whip around us.
"Ge' in the boat's !" the man rumbled again, raising his umbrella and taking a seat in the first boat.
I quickly looked for an empty boat, before sitting in one I found on the very edge of the formation of boats. I nearly tumbled off of the tiny boat as soon as I stepped on, were it not for me catching myself. I settled in quite easily after I got accustomed to the waves rocking the boat.
I sighed as I melted into the wet boat, its wood rocking in the midnight waters of the lake. Minutes passed as my peers sat down , most having to sit 2 to a boat. Thankfully, I was not one of the pairs, and so I was able to stretch my legs, and sit comfortably.
"Alright everyone, Ready? Onwards!" the large man asked, our boats slowly accelerating.
We glided through the midnight waters of Hogwarts' lake, the stars twinkling above us as the castle came into view. It stood tall, and stalwart. Its grey bricks shining in the moonlight as though it were made of silver. The flora surrounding it seemingly danced in the night as the lamp light scattered across the water and land.
The boats swam through an underpass, vines and moss hanging from it as we passed beneath, the cool and dank atmosphere of our surroundings making me feel comfortable.
The large man stepped out of his boat, telling everyone to step out too, the boats swaying and splashing as we departed from the docks. The large man led us through halls and doors, leading us to a tall set of double doors, the chatter of conversation of my peers quieting as the man knocked.
The door opened, and a familiar woman stepped out, her stern face falling upon me, lighting up with recognition and joy for all but a second before her expression smoothed over, and turned to the large man. "Th' Firs' years 'fesser Mcgonnagal."
The woman nodded, and allowed the large man to walk through the double doors, turning towards us as soon as he left, beginning an explanation of the houses of Hogwarts.
"Now, come, we must hurry, the feast will begin soon" she demanded, turning on her heel swiftly, and marching through the door, I followed her immediately. Her hips, and large ass sway in front of me hypnotically as we move, her plump thighs and buttocks glueing my eyes to her.
Everything becomes white noise as I appreciate the woman in front of me. The chatter of my peers being drowned out for the lust I hold for Mcgonnagal, along with the images I conjure up.
"Potter, Harry!" Mcgonagall's seductive voice wakes me from my stupor, my feet already carrying me towards the hat.
I plop onto the seat, and the hat is placed upon me, its deep, rusty voice full of amusement as it projects its thoughts. "My, you certainly aren't a normal boy, are you, Harry Potter? So much raw emotion. However, we can talk about that later, today we talk about your future. Though, it's quite difficult for me to decide. You hold the bravery and fierceness of the lion, The slyness, and pragmatism of the snake, the loyalty and diligence of the badger, and the lust for knowledge and wisdom of the raven. All that's left is for you to decide. Now, where do you want to go, Mister Potter?"
I sit in place for over a minute as I process what happened, and reignite my intelligence. My mind sprawling question after question before me before I ultimately decide on the most important one. "What are the advantages and disadvantages of each house?"
The hat grins, and chuckles. It's a deep, rumbling, and tearing laugh that sends shivers down my spine. "Wouldn't you like to know? I can't tell you the secrets of the Houses, Mr Potter."
I bite my tongue in thought, before I answer. The hat's question for confirmation just reaffirming my decision before he ultimately decides to shout out the answer "G-"
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