Harry listened in sheer horror as his Uncle headed down the stairs. He could hear the door open and his Uncle speaking to another man. It was only a mater of time before the man was up here for his new plaything. He heard the feet on the steps and counted them, knowing how many between them. There was no rescue now.
Harry felt his chest tighten when he felt Severus roll over and fall asleep. He should have known that Severus was only interested in sex. Hadn't his uncle told him that from the beginning? What were his words again? Oh yes, "fuck toy." Harry would never be anything more than that.
Now Harry Potter filled out his very expensive clothes very well, was about as tall as Dudley himself, and had an air of mischief, nonchalance and confidence about him. "I could've sworn I'd closed the door." Dudley heard his wife's confused mumble. He was about to tell her that she must have left it open, when-"Uncle Harry!" Jennie screeched.
An Author Universe story. Harry Potter gets to have a real childhood with his Dad, Uncle, honorary Uncle and two cousins. He will not be going to Hogwarts but growing up on an Island where him and his cousins cause plenty of mischief for their Dads. Family life that will include spankings. Mentions of past gay marriage and male pregnancy.
Harry was finally called forward after all the other awardees as he had insisted and his Order of Merlin First Class Citation read, Augusta Longbottom hanging the medal on him, and then his VC Citation and Zara hung the VC around his neck, the Queen on one side of her and Princess Anne on the other.
Harry Potter sat tensely on the bed in the nondescript room, naked. It was better than his cupboard under the stairs, but it was plain. Only two doors, the one his uncle had tossed him in from, and a bathroom with no door. There were no windows, and the only light came from the one hanging overhead. The bed was just a simple cot, with a thin sheet.
The image of Hermione came up in his head and it made him start to fuck the toy even harder. Ron grunted loudly, knowing no one would hear him in the room. He felt is climax approaching and started to give his all to chase it. Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came hard under the sheets with the cock fucking him all through his orgasm.
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Anything to Do With Harry Potter. Love and Family. Chapter 1: Help Me. Monday, July 31st, 1989 #4 Privet Drive. To Whom It May Concern, My name is Harry Potter. I'm nine years old and live at #4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Help Me. That's as far as Harry got before passing out.
Vernon is a family man, but he hides a secret. One night, after getting a promotion he gets back completely pissed drunk wanting to celebrate with his wife, forgetting Petunia went out of the country with Dudley for six months. Hard as a rock he remembers he's not alone....the freak is in the house. Series.
At this Mcgonagall choked and in her haste dropped her spoon. Harry slid his hand beneath her long floor length robes finding the missing spoon. "Don't worry professor, I found it." "Thank you, Potter, now give it here-" Mcgonagall ordered as Harry slid the smooth cold spoon up the inside of her soft bare leg. Harry ignored her, asking instead,