"Its just a bite, no big deal," Harry said shrugging.
He ignored the aching pain from his shoulder. It was probably bleeding again.
"Harry… I bit you… its not something to just shrug off," Remus said, voice filled with self-loathing.
They laid opposite one another in the Hospital Wing. Next to Harry was Ron, a very awkward expression on his face. It was nothing compared to Hermione who kept going from bed to bed not knowing how to both give Harry advice and not make Professor Lupin feel bad about said advice and the reasons Harry needed it.
"Professor Lupin, not only do I now have a godfather, we also caught the person responsible for Voldemort being able to reach my parents. Having the equivalent of period cramps is no- OW!"
"Harry!" Hermione hissed, pulling back the hand that had smacked his head.
"What? Once a month I'll be in pain and highly irritable, not too different from you."
She smacked him again.
"I probably deserved that."
"Definitely mate," Ron said.
"Harry its-"
"Done, already happened, now we just need to move on and deal with it," Harry cut in.
There was a tense silence in the room.
Then Sirius Black burst into the Hospital Wing.
"Guess who's a free man!" the former criminal called, voice still hoarse.
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"Bloody hell this place is a shit hole," Harry said looking at the dilapidated 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Well, it's our shit hole until you decide you've had enough of this old man and get your own place," Sirius said with a grin.
Harry shrugged, he was a legal adult, and definitely had the money for it, but he was sure it would quickly become lonely.
"Now, lets clean this-"
"WHO DARES COME INTO THE HOME OF THE BLACKS!" a screetching like voice echoed out from somewhere in the townhouse.
"Ah shit."
It turned out that Sirius's mother, a horrible woman by the unfortunate name of Walburga Black, decided to make a magical portrait of herself before dying, then have it permanently attached to the wall. Said wall and said painting were also imbued with the power of the houses wards.
Which meant if Sirius wanted to get rid of the painting he would have to take down the wards first.
Harry had to spend two hours convincing him not to. With people like Lucius Malfoy who would try to Killing Curse a kid for releasing his slave around it would be best to be protected.
"Well, lets get to cleaning, as in don't touch anything unless I say its okay. It wouldn't surprise me if the spiders gave magic syphilis," Sirius Black.
"Is… is that a thing?"
"If it is, its here," Sirius said seriously.
Heh. Siriusly.
Over the next two weeks they slowly made their way through the House, finding an absurd amount of Dark Artifacts and Dark Creatures.
At one point three Bogarts came at them at once… that had been bad. First two had turned into his parents, dead on the ground with the third being Peter laughing over them. When Harry realized it had been Sirius's biggest fear, one that had already happened, he moved forward to help. The Boggarts turned into Dementors, which only seemed to make the frozen in place Sirius worse. Thankfully Harry cast the Patronus before using the Riddikulus spell to force them back into their dark homes and locking them in.
The two of them were draped over the kitchen table, dust, dirt and possibly dried blood covering them.
"This place… sucks," Harry said into the table.
"Yeah, especially since that crotchety old house-elf seemed to have kicked the bucket."
"What kind of person names a house-elf Kreacher anyway?"
"The same kind that puts their heads on the wall."
"True enough. Well I'm going to go and take a shower then walk around the neighborhood," Harry said stretching back.
Sirius waved him off, eyes half closed in exhaustion. The man was still unbearably thin, even if he was better groomed.
After his shower Harry exited the dark house and took a deep breath through his nose.
It was something he noticed over the past few weeks. His senses were becoming sharper by the day. Smells were more potent, the different ingredients in food were more easily discernible, and his hearing was annoyingly sharp.
After a week stuck in the townhouse with nothing but takeout to eat, Harry relished the smell of fresh air, well, fresh compared to inside 12 Grimmauld Place.
He walked down the streets randomly, but it seemed his sense of direction improved as well because he could map out the path back with just his nose.
A familiar scent caught his attention. It was… sweat and sunflowers. Obviously he knew what sweat smelled like but was surprised he could identify sunflowers. Along with the scent came a familiar sound, a rubbery ball bouncing against pavement.
Something about the scent sent a spark of excitement running through Harry and he unconsciously followed the trail until he reached a basketball court.
It took him a moment to recognize the girl shooting the ball. But once it went through the hoop and she did a little jig he was able to get it.
"Angelina?"
She turned her eyes widening in surprise.
"Harry? You live around here?" she asked in surprise.
"I do now, I just moved in with my godfather," He said entering the court.
The surprisingly pleasant scent drew Harry close to the Gryffindor Chaser, and it was only at the last moment when he stopped otherwise he would have been muscled chest to ample cleavage.
Another scent Harry had never smelt before filled his nostrils for a moment that made his groin stir.
He took a step back, a blush creeping up his neck.
"Right, Sirius Black. To think he was innocent the whole time… How is he? I imagine being locked away for so long messes with the mind," Angelina said wrinkling her nose.
Cute.
"Yeah, we've been cleaning up his family home, and I think staying busy is helping him, but… Well I was thinking about seeing if a Mind Healer could check up on him. Not too sure he'd go for it though."
"It couldn't hurt to ask…"
There was an awkward silence between them for a moment.
"Want to play some?" she asked, bouncing the ball on the ground as if to demonstrate how it works.
"Sure," Harry said with a grin.
Harry had played basketball before, though always alone or with other kids who didn't know of his ill-gotten reputation thanks to the Dursleys. His defense always left much to be desired, but his shooting and dribbling was good.
Their game was slow in the beginning, each one feeling out the other's play style. Angelina was agile, all about quickly changing directions and practically juggling the ball to keep it from Harry.
She was good, damn good, but Harry felt more alive than he even did during Quidditch. Everything felt slow, her intentions clear, and Harry very quickly realized he had an unfair advantage. He was quite literally, supernaturally fast and strong.
After the first two baskets he decided to slow it down.
Which gave him plenty of time to admire his Housemate.
Her chocolate brown skin glistenined with sweat. The wild curls coming loose from her braid stuck to her heck. Then there were her breasts. Watching them bounce, shake and jiggle made his rough breathing practically feral.
—
There was a gleam in Angelina's eyes as she noticed Harry's appreciation of her. She, like most other girls, had some fantasies about The-Boy-Who-Lived. And when he first came to Hogwarts, she had been surprised how down to earth he was. It made her feel silly, believing stories about someone who had no memory of defeating a Dark Lord.
But when he started doing insane things, like defeating a Troll, stopping someone from stealing a precious artifact, killing a goddamn basilisk!
It made Harry Potter everything like the stories said, but still a real person.
So when he was more focused on her breasts than the ball she felt her core heat up. It wasn't the first time she caught The-Boy-Who-Ogled looking at her like that, but they weren't in school, and the small brushes of hip on arm sent shocks of electricity through her.
Eventually Harry tired her out. Damn, how much stamina did he have?
More than enough. She thought admiring his sweat soaked shirt clinging to his body.
Harry's nose twitched as he drank from her water bottle, and he turned a heat filled gaze to her.
The way his green eyes filled with lust soaked her panties.
—
So that was what that smell meant. Harry thought, looking at the pointed tips of her breasts peak through her shirt.
Angelina Johnson, one of the prettiest girls in his House was turned on.
"Can I get some?" she asked.
Harry handed her the bottle, eyes never leaving hers.
She took the bottle with one hand, the other holding onto his forearm as she drank.
Her eyes teased him, her arm running up and down his arm.
"Ah, water always tastes better after a workout," she said coyly, licking drops off of her lips.
Harry moved forward until her tits were pressing against his chest and his cock was digging into her stomach. Fuck, when had he gotten that hard.
Angelina's eyes nearly popped out of her skull and the grip on his arm tightened.
"Harry," she breathed.
He captured her lips and she fell into him, making his dick surge with pleasure as it pressed harder into her tummy.
Harry fumbled with his hands for a moment before letting his instincts take over. He grabbed her thick ass, relishing the springy muscles and lifted her up. Angelina yelped in surprise before wrapping her legs and arms around him.
For someone who was as well muscled as Angelina she was surprisingly light. Harry let his fingers press deeply into her ass, gripping hard enough that he knew there would be bruising in the morning.
Hopefully he'd be there to see it.
Harry felt her tongue slide into his mouth, his new sense of taste relishing the flavor of her.
Were werewolves just made to fuck? Every instinct and every sense was saying that in his arms was the perfect girl to stuff full of cum.
Angelina tried to say something but Harry's tongue got in the way. After a moment she was able to get a breath.
"H-harry. We- we cant here," she said, her sweet breath sliding across his face.
Harry grinned.
"We can't what?" he teased, giving her lips a quick kiss.
He felt her nails dig into his neck in frustration.
She looked around the courtyard for a moment before her eyes narrowed and a sly smirk appeared on her face.
"There," Angelina said, pointing to a small alley between the basketball court and some houses.
Harry had to give it to her, Angelina was indeed brave.
He let her drag him to the small alley. There was barely enough room for them, their bodies pressed against one another.
In the tight space the smells were stronger, Angelina's arousal fueling Harry's own to a boiling point.
Pushing her against the wall Harry devoured her mouth, hands spearing beneath her shirt and grabbing her breasts.
Fuck they were soft, his fingers found her hardened nipple, pinching them. The gasp of pleasure from Angelina was more beautiful than any music.
Harry lifted the front of her shirt and sports bra, exposing her chocolatey tits to the air.
Moving his lips from her mouth to her tits Harry began to suck on Angelina's nipple, causing the girl to shudder and her moans to echo out in the alley.
Angelina molded her body to Harry's grinding her covered slit against Harry's cock.
Harry could feel her movements become more and more erratic as she moved her hips up and down, and when she came it filled him with only one thought.
Pump her full of cum.
Angelina seemed to be of a similar mind as her hands fumbled with his shorts. When his cock was exposed it smacked into the bare skin of her stomach.
Harry bit down on her nipple as she gripped his cock.
"Fuuuck. Mer-merlin there is no way cocks are supposed to be that big," she moaned as her hands began to jack him off.
"We'll make it fit," Harry said.
"Please do," she whispered, kissing him again.
Harry trailed his hands down her chest and waist, the delicious feeling of her widening hips and smooth pliable ass on his fingers. He was able to push her shorts and ruined panties down her muscular thighs where they fell onto the alley ground.
Once again he took her by the ass and lifted her, imprinting his hands into the silky flesh of her rear.
She helped guide his cock into position. Harry nearly buckled when the head of his dick popped into Angelina's soaked pussy.
It was warm like a furnace and unbearably tight, in the best ways of course.
"Ah, oh fucking hell!" she groaned loud enough to wake the dead.
The people in the townhouses nearby must have their jaws on the ground.
Angelina wiggled her hips, bringing her further down the length of Harry's manhood. Harry lifted her by the ass, nearly taking himself out of her before dropping her down again. She screamed in pleasure, eyes rolling back when the tip of Harry's dick hit the entrance of her womb.
Harry cut off her scream by kissing her, practically shoving his tongue down her throat to block the noise.
Angelina wrapped her arms around Harry's head like one would do when screaming into a pillow. Then, moans still being muffled, she began to roll her hips back and forth, grinding Harry's cock inside her.
Harry relished the feeling of her tight folds sliding back and forth on the length of his cock, her searing wetness dripping onto the ground below.
"Y-you can move," she said, finally regaining her breath.
Taking a few steps forward Harry pressed Angelina's back into the wall, giving them the support needed.
"Hold tight," he almost growled.
She clenched her arms around Harry's shoulders and he took it as she was ready.
Pulling back his cock slid out inch by inch. It was the best feeling, the large head of his cock rubbing against her folds. Then he pushed back into the base, cock disappearing as if by magic as she was once again filled to the brim.
Angelina screamed into his mouth again, hand clenching in his hair to stop her lustful moans from drawing an audience.
Harry continued, his thrusts getting faster and faster as he got his rhythm. Now the clapping of his hips on her ass and thighs dominated the alley, Harry's thrusts getting more and more desperate as his climax approached.
"I'm going to cum in you," he said with clenched teeth.
It wasn't a question.
"Yeeesssss," she drawled out, eyes unfocused and hair wildly sticking to her as his thrusts jostled her relentlessly.
With a grunt Harry began to pump a unholy amount of cum into her waiting pussy. He hissed as she dragged her nails down his neck and back, and she let out little mewling moans. Their joined hips twitched a few times as they both slowly came down from their climaxes.
Harry let them both fall gently to the ground, their bodies still glued to one another and their breaths puffing into the hot summer air.
After a few moments Harry began to slide the slick hair stuck to her haphazardly away, leaving kisses in their wake.
"I can't believe I just shagged The-Boy-Who-Lived," Angelina said, eyes looking off into the distance.
"I can't believe we did it in an alley," Harry said.
"Oh my Godric, I'm the one who took us to the alley," she whispered to herself. "Bloody hell Harry."
"Thank you."
Angelina barked out a laugh, kissing Harry for a few seconds on the lips.
It was more chaste, no tongue or desperate moaning, but it felt good nonetheless.
"Thank you Mister Potter," she said coyly.
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