Chapter 1

Harry Potter opened the front door to number four, Privit Drive and stepped inside. For the first time that he could remember, Harry Potter actually felt happy in the home of his Aunt and Uncle. That was mainly because his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and their son, Dudley weren't at home. His aunt and uncle had gone out to have dinner with Uncle Vernon's employer. Right about now, Harry thought, his uncle was busy seeing how far he could stick his nose up his bosses ass. His cousin, the insufferable Dudley, had been out all day. No doubt he was somewhere busily tormenting some child much smaller and younger than he. So Harry had taken advantage of the situation to slip out for some ice cream. He had to be careful about such things. If the Dursleys found out that he had any spending money, they would no doubt steal it from him.

Harry fairly bounced up the stairs that led to his bedroom. Tomorrow, he would be picked up by Ron Weasley and Ron's father. Harry was going to spend a week with the Weasleys before he, Ron and Jenny, Ron's sister, headed back to Hogwarts. Harry was almost at his door when he heard a feminine squeal come from Dudley's room. Harry stopped to listen and then walked quietly to Dudley's door.

"You've torn my shirt," the girlish voice said.

"I told you to take it off, you little prick-tease," growled Dudley.

"I want to go," said the girl.

"Not until you suck me off," said Dudley. There was the sound of a zipper being pulled and then the sounds of a struggle complete with more tearing cloth.

Harry was frozen in place with surprise until he heard a sharp slap and the girl's cry of pain. He tried to open Dudley's door but it was locked. He didn't hesitate further. Harry slammed his shoulder into the door and it popped opened with a loud crack of splintering wood.

Dudley, standing in the center of his room, looked at Harry in fright at first, but then his face became enraged. "Get out of here Potter," he screamed.

It took a lot to shock Harry. He had seen all sorts of horrible beasts and magical sights in his short life. But now he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape. Just inside Dudley's room, one of the girls from the neighborhood was sitting on Dudley's bed. Her name was Darlene, as best Harry could remember. She was looking angrily at Dudley and had her arms crossed beneath her bare breasts. The two fleshy globes set atop her forearms, nipples jutting ahead defiantly. When Harry managed to lower his gaze, he saw that she was wearing a pair of hip-hugging shorts and sneakers.

"Damn you Potter, I told you to get out of my room," roared Dudley.

Harry jerked his eyes sideways. As a young boy, Dudley had been a whiney, lazy, pink blob of a boy. In his middle teens, Dudley had grown into some of his fat so that now, he was a whiney, lazy, obese bully.

Dudley had the torn remains of Darlene's bra and top in one hand. He was wearing a shirt, but he was naked from the waist down. Harry couldn't help but look at Dudley's crotch. There, peeking out from between his bulging belly and fat laden thighs, was the little, pink head of Dudley's penis. It was the first erect cock, other than his own, that Harry had ever seen. He came to the conclusion, that either he, Harry, was generously endowed, or that Dudley had practically nothing at all.

Darlene slipped off the bed and ran out of the room. "Come back here, you cow," said Dudley. He took a step as if to chase after her, but stopped when Harry turned to face him. "Go hide in your room Potter," growled Dudley, "before I tell Mum and Dad about how you smashed my door for no reason."

"You'll tell them anyway," said Harry calmly. He knew that he was already in deep trouble with his aunt and uncle. They would never believe him if he told them about the girl. They'd never take his word over their darling little Duddums. But he wasn't about to let Dudley push him around.

Dudley stomped forward, throwing out an arm as if to push Harry aside. Harry didn't wait for Dudley's huge mass to mow him over. He stepped aside and grabbed Dudley's blubbery arm. Using his own momentum against him, Harry propelled Dudley into the already damaged door frame. There was a satisfying crunch, and a wail of pain from Dudley. He staggered back and fell onto his fat ass, clutching his nose. Blood began to seep from both flattened nostrils.

"Stuff some tissue in your nose," said Harry, sounding as if he hardly cared, "it'll stop bleeding in a few minutes."

Harry succeeded in wedging Dudley's door closed as he stepped out of the room. He was quite pleased with himself as he walked the few feet to his door and entered his bedroom. To his great surprise, Darlene was there. "I thought that you had gone home," he stammered. She stood in the center of the room with one hand on her hip and the tip of a forefinger in her mouth. Her mascara limned eyes looked at him through heavy, blonde bangs.

She took the finger from between her lips and whisked the hair away from her face. Straightening up and thrusting her breasts outward, she smiled and said, "I couldn't very well leave with my tits wobbling all over the place."

Harry looked at the way her breasts stood out firm and proud from her chest. "I doubt that they would be wobbling very much," said Harry. He had to stop himself from slapping his hand over his mouth. He couldn't believe that he had said such a thing. He was usually tongue-tied around attractive girls.

She smiled at his evident discomfort and said, "Maybe you could let me borrow a shirt?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," said Harry. He turned to his dresser and rummaged through one of the drawers. He pulled out a faded blue tee shirt that he had outgrown. "You can have this." He bashfully held the shirt out at arms length until Darlene leaned forward and took it from his fingers. She held the shirt up to her chest as if she were checking its fit in a clothing store. She dropped the shirt into one hand, revealing her breasts once more, and smiled slyly at Harry.

Harry stared at Darlene's chest. It was the first time he had seen naked breasts outside of magazines or the rare glimpse on television. He was mesmerized by the sight of bare tit-flesh as she walked closer, so Harry didn't look into her eyes until she put her arms on his shoulders. Suddenly, her face was coming closer, and then she was kissing him.

It wasn't the first time that Harry had felt lips on his, but it was the first time he had felt a tongue slip into his mouth. His dick was suddenly a throbbing, aching mass in his pants. Darlene's lips writhed wetly on his mouth as Harry tentatively flipped the tip of his tongue against her twisting, fleshly member. His heart felt as if it were about to burst from his chest, and he was afraid that his face was about go up in flames.

Harry put the tips of his fingers on Darlene's bare waist. He began to return her kiss and was about to push his tongue into her mouth, when Darlene pulled back several steps. She pulled the tee-shirt on over her head, and shook her hair into place. She looked down at the front of Harry's pants and a mocking little smile played on her lips. Harry felt his face grow even hotter, if that was possible. "Thank you for the shirt, Harry," she purred. "You're a much better kisser than Dudley."

Harry watched as Darlene tugged her borrowed shirt tight against her breasts. She looked as if she were preparing to leave. It had clearly been her intension to arouse Harry just as she had Dudley, and then leave him hard and aching. For the first time in his life, Harry felt some sympathy for Dudley. This girl had probably teased and aroused the boy until Dudley had resorted to ripping off her clothes, and now she was doing the same thing to Harry. That was her prerogative of course, and she didn't deserve to be raped because she exercised it, but it did tend to make her a prick-teasing bitch. Harry seethed with a mixture of anger and frustrated sexual passion as Darlene walked by with an unapologetic smirk on her face.

Darlene was almost out of Harry's bedroom when her footsteps slowed, and she came to a halt. She turned to Harry with a look of fear and amazement. "What are you doing to me?" she gasped as she slowly walked back toward Harry.

Harry shrugged and threw out his arms. "Nothing, how could I be doing anything?" But Harry thought that he knew exactly what was happening. He was in a highly emotional state, and subconsciously he was using his magic. It had all happened before; like the time he had unintentionally inflated his aunt like a balloon. Darlene went to her knees in front of Harry. She pulled down the zipper to his pants, and awkwardly pulled out his stiff cock.

Harry winced as his erection scraped across his zipper. He nearly blew his wad when Darlene's hand began to move hesitantly back and forth on his shaft. Her eyes grew big as saucers as her body leaned in the direction of Harry's groin. "No," she whined as her mouth opened. Her lips slipped around the head of his cock.

Harry knew that this was all wrong. She didn't want to be doing this, and he shouldn't let her. But he couldn't move; his legs were so weak they were shaking. Besides, the feeling in his cock was intoxicating. Harry had never imagined that anything could feel so incredible. No wonder the older guys at school made such a big deal out of fucking and sucking. Darlene's tongue touched the sensitive underside of his penis and Harry exploded. He felt the viscous globs of cum rolling through his cock in a succession of creamy waves. To his surprise, Darlene was actually sucking at his dick like she was trying to draw a thick milkshake through a straw. She hungrily gulped down his cum. When the erotic tension finally drained from Harry's body, Darlene was released from his thrall. She fell back and sprawled on the floor at Harry's feet. With terrified eyes, Darlene scrambled out of Harry's room on her hands and knees.

Harry looked down at his slumping dick and said, "Well, I'm glad you've had your fun, because all hell's about to let loose."

Later that evening, the Dursleys arrived back home and the house shook as Dudley ran down the stairs to tell on Harry. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley took turns screaming at Harry through his locked bedroom door while Harry calmly packed his things into his trunk. He thought it best not to wait until tomorrow to leave Privit Drive. When the Dursleys exhausted themselves and went to bed, Harry sneaked out of the house. It wasn't easy, but he eventually got his trunk and the cage that carried his owl, Hedwig, to a dark part of the street. Harry stuck his wand into the inky darkness of the night, and a few minutes later he was rewarded by a visit from the magical Knight Bus.

After its usual nerve wracking journey of near misses, bone cracking stops and breath taking accelerations, the bus left Harry at end of the drive to the Weasley residence. It was just after midnight, and Harry was afraid that all the Weasleys would be in bed. He thought that there was no point in dragging his trunk all the way up the drive that night, so Harry hid it some weeds, then he released Hedwig so that she could hunt for her dinner.

Harry walked up the drive and was nearly at the Weasley's house when he heard a soft, feminine giggle and a murmur of voices from a clump of nearby trees. Harry stepped onto the grass at the edge of the drive, and then quietly moved nearer the trees. He followed the voices until he saw a couple standing beneath a large oak in the moonlight. Harry stood motionless and unseen in the shadows, wondering what was going on.

"Please, Jenny, I need you so badly," said a young, masculine voice.

"I can tell," said a girl's voice with a giggle, "you're about to poke a hole in my tummy with your cock."

Harry almost fell over in surprise. He didn't recognize the boy's voice, but the girl's definitely belonged to Jenny Weasley. She was a year younger than Harry, and he wouldn't have thought that she knew anything about cocks, but apparently he was wrong. The boy and Jenny began to kiss. Harry could hear hot, liquid sounds as their open lips squirmed against one another. He could see her hands caressing the back of his neck, and his hands roaming all over her body, including her breasts and ass.

"Let's do it right here," said the boy, breathlessly. "It's warm and there're plenty of dry leaves on the ground."

"I am not going to fuck you here in the dirt." Jenny sounded exasperated.

Harry was shocked at her language, but good for you, he thought. He could remember when Jenny was so shy that she could hardly bear to be in the same room with him. That's why her next words were even more shocking.

"But I can do something else," she said in a low, surprisingly seductive voice.

Harry had a clear view of Jenny as she unzipped the boy's pants. She fumbled around a bit, but then she pulled out his thoroughly rigid cock. The thing stood erect as a pole from his pants. Harry was suddenly achingly hard. He wished it was his dick that Jenny was playing with. He watched as Jenny began to stroke the boy's erection with an overhand grip. Her arm moved methodically. It seemed to Harry that she was entirely too practiced at this sort of thing.

"Oh Jenny, that's wonderful," said the boy. The couple maneuvered their faces about until they could manage an awkward kiss while she continued to jerk him off.

Harry's hand crept to the front of his pants. He gripped his dick and wondered if he couldn't get off too. After all, it wasn't as if the young couple was aware of anything other than themselves. But just then the boy said, "I'm cumming, Jenny, faster, do it faster."

Harry saw Jenny's arm pick up speed, but apparently she wasn't fast enough. The boy brushed her hand out of the way and grabbed his cock. He began to beat his meat at a furious pace, and a second later Harry saw two squirts of cum fall to the ground through the moonlight.

The boy put away his cock and gave Jenny a quick kiss. "That was wonderful, but you know there's a lot more that we can do."

"I know," said Jenny, looking at the ground. She was suddenly back to her old, shy self.

"When we get back to school, maybe then?" said the boy in a questioning tone.

Back to school, thought Harry in surprise. Was he a Hogwarts student? And what was he talking about? It sounded like more than just sex.

"I told you I'd think about it," Jenny said.

"All right then, I better go," the boy said with a sigh. "We can talk later." He gave Jenny another peck on the cheek. Jenny murmured a good-bye, and then the boy stepped back onto the drive and strode away. In the full moonlight, Harry recognized the boy. It was Angus McKrewl. He was a seventh-year on the Slytherin quidditch team. At school, they said that he was a really great keeper, but that he didn't get to play very often because he refused to suck up to Lucious Malfoy, Harry's sworn enemy, and de facto leader of the Slytherin team.

Harry didn't move for several minutes until he was sure that Angus was well and gone. Jenny had walked away in the direction of the Weasley's house. Harry followed in her wake, although she was nowhere to be seen when he entered the house. The magic spells that protected the Weasley home knew Harry, so there was no alarm when he slipped inside and fell asleep on the sofa in the parlor.

Harry was discovered by the Weasleys the next morning. Mrs. Weasley immediately insisted that Harry eat an enormous breakfast. "I know why Dumbledore is adamant that you stay with the Dursleys," said Mrs. Weasley after Harry had explained — only in very general terms — why he had fled from his relatives, "but they are really such dreadful people."

After breakfast, Harry and Ron retrieved Harry's trunk from the end of the drive. Harry looked meaningfully at the copse of trees where Jenny and Angus had been making out the previous night, but he didn't dare say anything to Ron about it. Ron would have gone ballistic and probably would have tried to kill the boy. They put Harry's trunk in the bedroom of Fred and George, the Weasley twins. They were off on holiday.

Hermione arrived at the Weasley's house the next day. She moved in with Jenny, and then the two girls, plus Harry and Ron, spent the rest of the day catching up on all the latest gossip.

The next day Ron was scheduled to go shopping for clothes with his mum and Harry. The boys decided to get in some quidditch practice beforehand. They got on their brooms and zoomed about above the Weasley's garden. After Harry scored about ten imaginary goals, Ron cried out in frustration, "Just how in the hell do you keep getting by me?"

Harry came up beside Ron as they slowly flew above the garden. "Well," said Harry, "I do have a better broom, but you could be making those turns more quickly."

"How?" asked Ron.

"Look," Harry said loudly as he flew off, "you lean over and then flick the tail around as you accelerate. You have to trust the speed of the turn to bring you upright once more." He demonstrated the turn by looping around Ron and then approached him from behind.

"Lean, flick and accelerate," said Ron as he put the words into action.

Unfortunately, Harry wasn't paying attention. The next thing he saw was the end of Ron's broom as it smacked him between the eyes.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" said an anxious Ron as he hovered over Harry's face.

Harry looked up. He had managed to get near ground level before he'd rolled off his broom and collapsed onto the green grass of the garden. He took a quick inventory of his body parts. "I think so," he said.

"You're getting an awful bump on your forehead," Ron said. "We better let Mum have a look straight away or she'll be angry."

A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley was tut-tuting over Harry's injury. "Those brooms will be the death of one you boys yet," she said as she leafed through a book of common remedy spells. Finding something appropriate, she waved her wand over Harry's head as she murmured an incantation. "How's that, dear?" she asked him.

Harry felt a cool sensation on his aching forehead and some of the pain went away. "Much better, thanks," he said.

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips and studied Harry's face. "I believe that you should stay here and rest," she said firmly. "Ron and I won't be long with our shopping."

"Okay," said Harry. He figured that watching Ron try on clothes wasn't going to be much fun anyway.

"Now go upstairs and have a lie down. Hermione and Jenny are here if you need any help," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Alright," said Harry. He watched as Ron and his mother walked into the fireplace and disappeared into the flue network through a blaze of green flames. He trudged up the stairs and headed for his room. He was just passing Jenny's room when he heard voices.

"Not even with Harry or Ron?" Jenny was saying in a doubtful voice.

"No, of course not, especially not them," said Hermione defensively.

"Not even a kiss?" said Jenny.

"Well of course I've kissed other boys," Hermione said, "just not that way."

Harry's ears perked up. He was suddenly distracted from the pain in his head. He crouched and looked through the ancient keyhole in the door. He could see part of Jenny's room, but nothing of the two girls. Abruptly he remembered something that the Weasley twins had shown him once upon a time. He quickly and quietly went to the twin's room where he was staying.

The twins did a small business in novelty items and devices used for practical jokes. Harry opened their closet and slid aside a secret panel to reveal their stash of merchandise. They had to keep the stuff hidden from their mother. Harry prodded around the boxes until he found the one he wanted. Key-Opticizer, it said on the box. Harry opened it and pulled out a very strange looking pair of glasses. The lenses had been replaced by a soft plastic looking substance that bulged outward and then tapered down to a meter long tube. At the end of the tube was an eye in the shape of a keyhole. Harry hurried back to Jenny's room, tip-toeing the last few steps. He fitted the end of the tube into the keyhole and put on the glasses. He had to wiggle the tube a bit to get the eye in place, but then Jenny's room jumped into view.