Harry Potter, the Forgotten Son

Chapter 6: The Holidays. Pt:1

-X-

(I Own Nothing)

-X-

Leaning on his elbows with his hands clasped together, Harry hid his smirk while sitting at a desk in the back row of Quirrell class. The stuttering, turban wearing man looked much more stressed than usual, twitching every now and then while sluggishly moving around. The man had dark rings and bags under his eyes which showed him that the plan was working.

It was now close to the end of December, nearly two whole months since they'd started their plan to 'punish' the man who nearly killed his sister.

It started out simple enough, telling the twins to cut down on pranking randomly and focusing more on Quirrell... and considering how he already had them targeting the man from the beginning of the year... Quirinus Quirrell was now the victim of at least one horrible and embarrassing prank a week or the target of numerous small ones every couple days.

During this, Penelope and her gang of gossipmongers spread rumors all around the school about the man. Saying that he took the job to try and molest little boys, that he was actually a transvestite, raped his own mother... the works. Now every student either avoided him or laughed behind his back and made jokes.

But it wasn't until the end of November did things escalate from hurtful rumors and embarrassing pranks to actual physical harm. The man had missed a few days of class one week to heal after tripping down the stairs and breaking both arms and an ankle. The professor swore up and down that he'd been attacked but no one had seen the 'attacker' at all. Cedric had been responsible for that one, having used a tripping hex through a slightly open door nearby.

The man even refused to go near Sprout's greenhouses after a large magical venus flytrap tried to pollinate him after unknowingly being sprayed with some special potion used to help with the breeding of plants by Tonks. On the other hand, Professor Sprout and the entire seventh year class did learn some interesting things about how magical plants breed... it had been rather... forceful to say the least.

Professor Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher had also banned the man from going anywhere near his class area, not that Quirrell would ever do it willingly anyway. Robert Hillard took the idea from Tonks and 'accidentally' emptied a vial of pheromones from a female Hippogriff in heat on the man's robes... yeah... it wasn't pretty. Apparently Hippogriffs liked to bite during their version for foreplay... not pretty at all, although Snape didn't mind taking over the defense class while the man healed and got some mental help to block out the memories.

"W-w-well s-students... t-that's all f-for today, I-I'll see you a-all a-after t-the holiday b-break," Quirrell 'spoke' as the bell rung, inciting a cheer from the rest of the class as it was the last class of the day.

As a gift from the teachers, classes were canceled for the next three days before they left for the holidays, although he suspected that it was so that they could have a break from teaching more than it was to give their students time off.

Looking at his wristwatch, Harry hummed lowly to himself while standing and shouldering his black messenger bag slowly, 'Three... two... one,' he mentally counted once Quirrell sat down at his desk, only for it to explode with a loud bang before the smell of excrement filled the air, 'Marry Christmas Quirrell,' he thought before leaving, ignoring the students who busted out laughing while the man ran to his office, which doubled as his room and had a bathroom.

He thought about sticking around to hear the following screams that was sure to follow but he already knew what was about to happen, after all, the Weasley twins weren't the only ones who could prank people.

Nodding to a shadow behind a suit of armor, he watched as the small figure stuck her head out to reveal a smiling Twilly before she popped away with a large water bottle filled with a soupy red potion.

He'd always out do the Weasleys when it came to this, while they had to do everything by themselves or with their friend Lee Jordan, he had Twilly and other resources, not to mention the reputation of being a well behaved, respectable, model student.

-X-

Dressed in thick winter coats, earmuffs, and warm cloaks, Harry walked down the path towards Hogsmeade with Tonks, Fred, George, Charlie, and Robert Hillard. While Tonks walked next to him, the others were spread out around them, forming a ring without looking too friendly with each other to the other students.

No one except for a select few knew of the partnership between the four houses, as far as they knew Gryffindor and Slytherin still had a small rivalry with each other (Harry's refusal to support the rivalry had stopped a lot of the hostilities) while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tended to keep to themselves most of the time with some exceptions and small rivalries here and there.

"Did you hear about Quirrell?" Tonks asked, "Someone put a Dungbomb under his desk and set it off at the end of class,"

"I know," Harry mused, "I was there when it happened, by the way..." he turned to the twins and spoke lowly, "I must apologize for the resulting accusations, I didn't have anything besides that and everyone knows that you enjoy using them."

"It was you?" The twins said at the same time with a look of shock, a look that Tonks, Charlie, and Robert shared.

"Indeed... But wait until you hear what happened next."

Seeing the expectant looks they gave him he smirked, "When he ran off to get cleaned up, I may or may not have had a bottle of concentrated shrinking potion added to the water."

Each Professor had their own shower/bath connected to a personal water tank that magically filled and heated itself depending on what the user wanted. Using Twilly, he had the house elf pour it into the tank belonging to Quirrell just as he was in there trying to get clean.

Thinking about it, they started laughing, something that wasn't even noticed among the loud group of students headed to Hogsmeade.

"Oh Merlin I can't wait to see what he looks like." Tonks laughed, "I bet he looks like Professor Flitwick."

Robert suddenly stopped laughing, "But wait a minute, from what I learned about the Shrinking Potion..."

Harry chuckled darkly as both Tonks and Charlie got what the Ravenclaw meant, "Exactly..."

"What?" one of the twins asked "What about it?"

Harry looked at the two third years, "You haven't studied it yet but when you handle the Shrinking potion you must be extremely careful. It's tough to reverse in the first place but the potion has... effects on the reproductive organs."

"You mean?"

He nodded, "Quirrell's equipment will remain a few sizes too small for use and the potion will negate growing potions and react rather painfully to engorging charms."

As they reached the village of Hogsmeade, they went their separate ways to take care of what they needed to do. The Twins went to the joke shop known as Zonko's but that went without saying, while the others went to either buy gifts or... whatever it was they did.

Harry only came to get some presents for a select few people, heading towards the bookstore called Tomes and Scrolls to see if there was anything that he thought Hermione would like, after all he didn't want her to feel left out seeing as her family wasn't magical.

-X-

On Christmas eve, Lily, James, and Rose decided to come to Hogwarts to celebrate, mainly because Harry never came home during that time and they hoped that this year would be different. Sitting in the Great Hall, which had been decorated festively while the tables had been removed and replaced with a single large table which everyone would sit at to have the Christmas Feast, even the teachers.

Looking up and down the table, the Potter family couldn't help but notice the lack of their estranged eldest child among the twenty plus students who stayed. Lily, who was sitting next to Professor McGonagall, asked if Harry had been by.

"I don't think so," The elderly witch told her with a small frown before turning to Severus, who was seated next to her, "Do you know where Harry is Severus?"

Snape glanced over with his goblet half raised, "I saw Mr. Potter in the common room an hour ago, but other than that, no I don't."

James sighed, thinking that only if he hadn't lost the Marauder's Map, but Filch had confiscated it years ago. Little did he know, that very map now sat locked away in one of Harry's desk drawers. Not only that but had he been able to use it, he'd know exactly what and why Harry wasn't at the feast as he'd see not only Harry's name situated in his dorm room but the names of two females, Hestia and Flora.

-X-

Short Lemon

"Merry Christmas, Harry," Hestia cooed in his ear before trailing kisses down his neck and working on leaving a hickey on his collarbone.

Flora tried to say the same but Harry, who had his eyes close, rubbed her hair, "Don't talk with your mouth full, Flora," he grunted while enjoying the feel of her lips around his organ.

Reaching out, he felt his way down Hestia's back and to her rear, squeezing gently before running a finger around her side and to the hairless mound between her thighs, making her bite down on his skin from the jolt of pleasure, making him tense but didn't break the skin as his fingers continued their rubbing.

"Christmas gets better each year," he grinned before tensing again, reaching down and holding Flora's head down as he grunted, "Fuck!" he groaned out as he came, only for the girl to eagerly swallow it and pull away once he let go.

The girls then both took a side and began licking him clean.

"You know, this is the second time we've the feast..." Harry mused in a relaxed tone with his eyes closed as the two finished cleaning him.

"This'll be our new tradition," one of them remarked before mounting him and quickly spearing herself on him with a small shudder.

The girl began to ride him slowly before quickly building up speed, switching from humping to bouncing to grinding round in his lap at random intervals. In no time at all her screams of ecstasy filled the air.

"Oh Merlin!" the girl cried, "I'm going to cum Harry!"

"Already?" he asked, while grabbing her hips and thrusting up, "Then cum for me."

Almost instantly, as if summoned by his words, her insides tightened around him and she let out an unholy scream before falling forward and into his chest, snuggling into him for a few moments.

"My turn!" Flora cheered, knocking her sister off him and grabbing hold of his member, "Stand up Harry, I want you to bugger me from behind!"

Smirking, he sat up and got up off of his bed as Flora got on her hands and knees at the edge and wiggled her slim rear not half a foot from his pulsing member.

"Come on, fuck me like a whore!"

Looking at Hestia, who was now out of her daze, Harry shared a smirk with her and placed his hands on each side of her waist, "Be careful of what you wish for,"

LEMON OVER

-X-

Early the next morning, Harry awoke and untangled himself from the two girls, who clung to each arm and used his chest as their pillows. It was tough, when he would get loose from one and start on the other the previous girl would turn and retake her place halfway on top of him.

But somehow, he managed to slip from their grasp, leaving the two to snuggle with each other in the middle of his already small bed.

Taking a few minutes to gather some clean clothing and pull on a robe, he headed towards the room preserved for the Head boy, but seeing as Slytherin hadn't been graced with having one of their own be chosen, it remained unused. The only reason he knew about it was because of his 'friendship' with Snape, who allowed him to use it when the bathrooms had been... less than sanitary one year due to the lack of car by upperclassmen.

The man had it cleaned not too long after that day and quickly had the entire Slytherin house learn about how important it was to keep the place clean, not only with the many problems it could cause but with a hidden threat as well, as he too had to use that bathroom every now and then.

But the idea of going back to using those showers after having used that other bathroom didn't sit well with him, so he just continued to use it instead.

In the middle of the stone room sat a large, underground bathtub with gleaming silver pipes in the shape of snakes forming the multiple ten faucets that looked like the heads of snakes. It was shallow at one end and deeper at the other with knobs near the shallow end that would control the flow of water, it even had one that would make the thing into a bubble bath.

Or if he didn't have time for a soak, there was a shower on one side while the other side had a toilet, sink, and large mirrors charmed to keep from fogging up.

Leaning against the stone wall of the tub with his arms out of the water and laying on the rim, he heard a small pop that signaled the arrival of Twilly.

"Merry Christmas Master," greeted the house elf dressed like a maid, who now sported a pair of shining silver loops near the base of her floppy ears, "Thank you for my gift, I love them. I only wish I could give you something."

Harry hummed, "Merry Christmas to you as well Twilly and your welcome. But you do not need to give me anything, you've already given more than enough to me over the years." he said which made the house elf tear up but smile brightly.

"Master, your too kind to me," the female house elf beamed before bowing low, "Do you wish for me to deliver your breakfast here or do you wish to have it in your dorm?"

The teen looked up at the stone above him, which had the Slytherin crest carved into it, "No... I'll be having breakfast with my sister this morning."

"But..." Twilly started, not wanting to look like she was trying to tell him what to do or question his wishes, "Your parents are..."

"Yes Twilly, I know of their arrival here last night for the feast. But as you know, I keep my word and I've promised Rose that I would eat, open presents, and spend the morning with her. I'll just have to deal with my parents being there."

She nodded, "Do you wish for me to have your breakfast delivered to the Great Hall then?"

"Of course,"

It wasn't against the rules to have your own meals prepared and delivered to you in the Great Hall, usually because some had to deal with health problems, diet, or their culture. He didn't dislike Hogwarts meals but they were usually riddled with fat and grease, that and they tended to serve the same thing over and over each week which got boring.

"Oh and Twilly, would you get those gifts from their hiding place and make sure they get to the right people?"

Twilly bowed, "With pleasure!"

-X-

Popping into her masters room, Twilly blushed at the sight of the still sleeping twins laying in the small bed and made a mental note on her list of chores to make sure the sheets were cleaned and replaced as usual.

She had known about Harry's sexual activities for quite some time but it didn't stop her from blushing and feeling embarrassed whenever she saw the evidence or lord forbid, when she popped in on them like the last time. She'd thought that she would die from embarrassment the last time but managed to calm herself down after a few minutes.

Walking over to desk, Twilly opened one of the drawers, pushed a thick piece of folded parchment aside and grabbed a shrunken box that looked like a trunk. With her elf magic, she resized it to reveal that it was indeed a trunk with a thick lock on it.

Touching the lock, she watched as a line of security runes pulsed all around the sides and top before branching off onto the trunk itself, causing it to unlock with a small click.

She hummed lowly, wondering where her master had put those gifts. There were a few bundles of letters, documents, and pictures all tied together with silk string stacked next to small wooden chest baring the Gringotts seal on golden strips that kept it from falling apart. Moving a few bunches of cloth and a couple thin boxes about the length of her arm, she spotted a bag decorated with snow and other winter designs.

"Here they are," she muttered to herself while peeking inside, finding it full of shrunken gift wrapped boxes or bags.

But to move it she had to remove another wooden case and set it on the corner so that she could lift it. But the bottom corner of the bag nudged the box as she lifted it and sent the box to the ground, causing it to open and spill it's contents all out on the stone floor.

"Oh no!" Twilly gasped, setting the bag down and franticly lunging at the fallen box. Littering the floor was a handfuls of small round brass cylinders with copper ends all measuring around 2 and a half centimeters, but what made her heart drop was the silver object that had slid across the stone floor for fear of damaging it.

It was a gun.

To be continued...

-X-

I already know someone's gonna go all, 'Why does he have a gun? It ruins the story,' but I'm going to go ahead and say that I have a good reason for it and it ties in future points so shove off.

Anyway please review and tell me what you thought.