New York was never a quiet city.
"Oh, oh, oh,…..yes, Harry! Harder!" A young woman moaned.
"You're so tight, April," Harry grunted as he brutally jackhammered into April's pussy.
In the darkened apartment, two young people were having and enjoying a night of sex. They'd been going at it for hours, discovering an insatiability in their partners they had never discovered, not once, in any other partner they'd had in their lifetimes.
April O'Neil was exhausted, but she felt so good. She was in the doggy position, and she was sure the only thing keeping her upright was Harry's hands on her hips and chest; her arms and legs felt like jelly while Harry's enormous dick pounded her.
Finally, they both came at the same time and for a moment the couple didn't move, both panting while their bodies were coated in layers of sweat from their brutal lovemaking.
Finally, Harry slid across April's body, letting go of her, and she collapsed gratefully into a weird position in her bed, panting heavily from the hours of non-stop sex they'd had.
"Mm, that was amazing, Harry," April moaned quietly, smiling in the darkness as she felt Harry's warm seed in her pussy.
Sex with Harry was always amazing since he continually thrust his magic into her until it went right through her g-spot in such a way that meant she was hooked on him for life.
Harry cuddled into her, kissing her neck. "It was, April," he whispered in agreement, both spent. As they fell asleep in each others' arms, Harry couldn't help but be amazed by how far things had come in the past year…
-8-
A Year Ago…
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Harry Potter arrived at New York airport - he didn't know which one, but he didn't really care either since he was just passing through, and would likely only be in the city for the best part of a year, trying to lay low after everything that had happened in Britain. Harry frowned as the plane made the touchdown.
Even now the memories of recent events had clouded his mind. He had just defeated Tom Riddle's plans to return to the magical world after spending a long time as a bodiless wraith while Harry had been growing up - if ever there was any proof of how Albus Dumbledore just could not live without any kind of long-term conflict or a sick plan up his sleeve, there it was - before trying to return in Harry's first year when he had tried to steal the con that was the Philosopher's Stone.
A year before he was born, a prophecy was made, depicting a young wizard who would be born at the end of July, who would have the power the Dark Lord did not know.
At least, that was what Dumbledore would have told him.
Anyway, a year after the so-called prophecy was made, and conveniently found part of it read to Riddle, who was waging a full-time war of terrorism against the British magical world on top of seeking out immortality because of the entirely reasonable and understandable fears he had developed as a kid who had lived through World War 2, and was winning due to how many people had once supported him before he was cast in an unfavourable light, and his own natural insanity kicked in, and then Riddle embarked on a crusade to discover the child, and then kill them, without once considering it was what Dumbledore wanted him to do.
But then again, Riddle wasn't blessed with common sense; oh, he was once powerful and smart, but he lacked real sense.
Riddle then murdered Harry's parents after a 'friend' betrayed them, feeding the Dark Wizard with details of where they were hiding; the Potters had been in hiding for months, just sticking to a few places in the country, instead of leaving Britain like any normal person. Lord Voldemort then tried to kill Harry, and he was torn out of his body as a result, but it was there Dumbledore made one of a number of really bad mistakes.
First, it was assumed Harry's old lightning bolt-shaped scar (he didn't have one now, not in this new body of his) was the result of a curse backlash, but it wasn't; it was a rune engraved into Harry's forehead by Lily. Whether or not Dumbledore realised and recognised it, Harry didn't know and it was too late to find out, because Dumbledore was now dead.
Second, Harry was then dumped on a doorstep in November, and it was freezing cold.
Third, the house belonged to an abusive family, and Harry was turned into a slave for the next decade.
Fourth, Dumbledore had failed to take into account Miss Arabella Figg, a delusional squib (someone who couldn't do magic, yet born in a magical family) who was keeping her old letters, for reasons Harry had never worked out. And he had stolen them.
By the time Harry Potter arrived in Hogwarts, he had known about the magical world for a few years already, but he had kept his knowledge hidden because he knew Dumbledore's people would remove his memories. They had done it before several times in the past, when he had tried to escape. One of them was that filthy werewolf, Remus Lupin, who proved to be more loyal to Dumbledore than the supposed friends he had made as a kid.
Seriously, why were all of his parents' friends useless?
By the time Harry's fourth and final year at Hogwarts was over, Harry had accumulated a vast amount of evidence of Dumbledore's attempts to commit line theft against him, and not only him but several other orphans. Dumbledore, it seemed, had a truly nasty habit of stealing the fortunes and knowledge of orphans, some of whom he ensured were orphaned, and then left them in the non-magical world somewhere, where they would grow up alone, innocent and abused.
Sometimes they would even die because of the abuse they went through which would then make it easier for Dumbledore and his corrupt goblin associates whom he'd promised a cut of the booty.
But it wasn't always so easy; sometimes the unfortunate kid would wise up, just like Harry had done. Dumbledore had never worked out nor understood that abused children developed sneakiness to survive, and they weren't going to trust some old man who turned up mysteriously and acted all grandfatherly.
Deep down, Harry had no idea what happened to most of these kids, all he knew was what happened to him. Dumbledore and the Weasley parents, whose family had a long history of line theft in the past, were involved in the theft of family magic which resulted in many of the Weasleys finding their fortunes abroad and it was not helped many of them spat on magical traditions for reasons only they were aware of, set up an illegal marriage contract between Harry and their young daughter, a bimbo called Ginny.
In his career at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry had to deal with fake professors, professors who hated his parents and therefore hated him, giant snakes which could kill you by staring at you, rising and returning Dark Lords, soul-sucking wraiths, but he was pretending to follow Dumbledore.
Thanks to a near-mythical room in the castle, Harry had discovered a way of looking into the past and into the future and was capable of providing him with valuable knowledge of the more arcane forms of magic, and he had spent his time trying to change some parts of the future although his fourth year he had no intention of changing once he learnt more about Riddle and how he had become immortal.
Riddle, rather than splitting his soul into little bits as Dumbledore believed, had played a con trick on the old wizard and indeed on his old potions master, who stupidly given him knowledge about Horcruxes, although he had created one and put it in a diary. Harry still regretted not draining the diary of its magic, which would have ended Voldemort entirely, but Dumbledore was the greatest threat to Harry's life in his mind. Harry smirked, wondering if Voldemort would have been truly offended that his young enemy just considered him to be nothing more than an unwanted blip on the radar.
The trick was easy enough; Riddle had split his soul, but only once. He put it in the diary, yes.
But he never did it again.
When he did it the first time, it took a long time for him to feel like himself.
Even worse, he learnt Horcruxes did not work as advertised, and he had gotten large chunks of his knowledge from the same sources Harry did. To Riddle's disgust, both in himself and his rush to become immortal, Horcruxes sliced the life expectancy of the soul drastically. If he created more of the, death was inevitable. There was nothing he could do about it, but then he hit upon the idea of taking magic from his followers; creating a Horcrux-like ritual, he would make his followers to be commit murder, so they would sacrifice a portion of their magic to him, and keep him anchored to the living.
That was how he had survived, as a bodiless wraith.
But by the time Harry's fourth year came around, Voldemort had Harry put into the Triwizard Tournament so he could get hold of Harry's blood. After three difficult tasks, where he had come close to losing his life, Harry's blood was used in the ritual. But Harry had used a secret weapon, he used Thaumaturgy to incinerate Voldemort and his followers, sending out waves of magic that rippled through the scene, and attracted the wizarding world's attention.
When the magical world arrived to check the damage and prevent muggles from discovering the truth, they would find the corpses of the Death Eaters, their master, and Harry Potter.
Harry had faked his own death and jumped into a clone body he had prepared to make his escape, and he had released the evidence he had gathered of Dumbledore's misdeeds and his attempted line theft against the Potter family, which included so many other people - the Weasleys, Remus Lupin, and Hermione Granger, horrifyingly enough; just thinking of Hermione, even now, filled him with disappointment.
Didn't she realise what she was doing had only made life that much harder for herself and other muggle-borns, considering the way purebloods and so many others had that weird theory that muggle-borns were just muggles who had stolen magic?
All she was doing, was giving them credence for their theory since her actions would have seen her steal some of the Potter family wealth and magic.
Hermione's motives were simpler than the Weasleys, who merely wanted to get revenge on the Potters, who had led the charge against their fucked up family, who had stolen magic from refugees and other families years ago, which included the Malfoy family.
Draco was right. Some families were better than others, but his attitude didn't make him any better, he had been so determined to discover what the motives were behind the Weasleys' plans to befriend him, since he had known Weasley was lying.
Oh, well it was irrelevant now.
The whole magical world knew he was gone, and by the time he had left Britain's shores, the magical world not only knew Lord Voldemort had tried and failed to return, but Harry Potter was dead, the Weasleys were guilty for attempted line-theft, Dumbledore was also implicated in line-theft as well, and it went back decades and he was also approving of child neglect and abuse and wiping the memories of minors, and so were other people.
Once he had left Britain to begin a new life where he would find his own way in life, far from others controlling influences, Harry had decided to just live his life.
He had changed his name, he had changed all but his looks, he had a new wand, and he just had to register it with the MACUSA since they would have detected his presence by now.
-8-
Author's Note - This is a reboot version of my earlier one-shot series, The Year of Harry. It was not going anywhere and I lost inspiration for it. So this is just a short story showing Harry's time with the TMNT.