Harry Potter Porn Story: Harry bloodline of lust – Chapter 2

Harry Potter Porn Story: Harry bloodline of lust – Chapter 2

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Harry grinned as Lavender hung heavily off of him. They were currently hidden due to his use of the Disillusionment Charm, making their way the the last carriage to Hogwarts. Lavender didn’t seem to like the idea of parting just yet and Harry, as a sane man, couldn’t find a fault in her logic to deny her request.

Still, Sirius had told him the first sight of Hogwarts was something that was both breath-taking and tradition, so he cast a Monitoring charm, which made a small black floating ball that he linked his right eye to, so he could shag Lavender while watching the castle with one eye, (something that was no doubt going to be a little disorienting) that floated with the other first years, unseen in the darkness.

Harry carried Lavender into the last carriage and got to work, making sure to keep some of his attention on the castle, and got to work. Setting the loopy giggling girl on her back he crawling on top of her and assaulting her neck with his tongue, slipping inside her cunt with ease. Her lack of knickers being his fault, as he’d stopped her when she was putting them on when she changed into her uniform.

Lavender moaned happily at being filled once more. As the carriage started moving she promised herself she would be writing the best damned review any girl had ever seen in her black book.

.oOo.

Sighing contently as he cancelled his disillusionment charm in the middle of his first year peers, startling them, and blended into the crowd. He’d left Lavender in the carriage alone a cum covered, and filled, mess after she’d told him she was perfectly capable of making it to the great hall on her own and to go on without her. He patted his right cargo jean pocket, smiling somewhat lecherously as he felt Lavender’s thong, still wet with her pussy juices, resting within.

Speaking of slacks, he was a little confused nobody had commented on his refusal to wear robes. He didn’t change on the train, partly because he was rather preoccupied, as even when Lavender was changing he was busy enjoying the show, and partly because he didn’t see the point. Robes were all but extinct in the Muggle world for a reason. Did they realize how hard it was to fight or run in a robe?

Ignoring the questioning looks of his peers as they wondered if they hadn’t simply imagined him appearing out of this air like he did and hadn’t been there all along he silently followed the stern looking professor, who had come to collect them, into the great hall. Looking along the tables he finally found who he was looking for at the Slytherin table. His betrothed; Daphne Greengrass. Of course, she wasn’t going to find out about that until Christmas. There was a marriage contract made between the Potter’s and Greengrass’s for the oldest of the Familys’ children to be wed upon the first to reach sixteen’s birthday.

She was gorgeous, Harry marvelled, Long blonde silk-like hair that hung to just above the small of her back, mesmerizing amethyst coloured eyes, a goddess like aristocratic face set in an emotionless mask. But what really caught his attention, naturally, was the white shirt that he could see underneath her robe. The fact that the top three buttons had been left undone, showing a hell a lot of cleavage, and like Lavender said, she easily had the biggest breasts he’d seen on a girl so young, they were so big it looked like she’d left the button’s undone simply because she couldn’t get them up without her big breasts ripping through the shirt. If he had to guess, which was hard as the robe was getting in the way, they were around an E-cup. Which normally wouldn’t be possible, but excess magic had to go somewhere, so she must be pretty powerful.

Looking at the Gryffindor table he couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. Lavender had made it, though he felt the need to put the word ‘just‘ before made it; she looked like she’d just come from a duel with Alastor Moody. The most amusing thing about the sight though was the almost tangible glow around the girl and the smile someone would need some form of bomb to get off her face.

Glancing around for the second girl Lavender had mentioned her saw a fourth year, a very attractive one for that matter, sitting at the end of the table. There was at least five feet between her and the next person and she seemed engrossed in her book, shutting out the world. Like Lavender said her bust was just a touch below Daphne’s, and while she wasn’t as Nobility Beautiful as Daphne was she was more beautiful in the more Muggle sense.

Further musings on the girl he was going to introduce himself to as quickly as possible, if he was a Gryffindor anyway, if not he was still going to try as soon as humanly possible, by a call of, “Potter, Harry!”

Schooling his face into an emotionless mask that would make his betrothed proud, he confidently strode up towards the stool, not showing any signs of being intimidated or nervous from such a large crowd staring gobsmacked at him.

“Did she say, Harry Potter?”

“Merlin and Morgana, It’s Harry Potter! SQUEE!” Two guesses to who had a fan girl attack. Your first guess doesn’t count and you only get one clue, red hair.

“He’s supposed to be a firsty? He looks like a bloody third year!”

Ignoring them as he sat on the stool, the last thing he saw before the sorting hat covered his eyes was everyone, the ones in the back fully standing, careening their heads and trying to get a better look at him.

Hello Mister Potter.

‘Hello Mr Hat.’ Harry thought back. He wasn’t really sure it would work, but it was still worth a try.

Alistair, please. Before we begin, what House would you like to be in?

‘I don’t have any reason to want to or not want to go to any of the Houses, so I’ll truest your judgment Alistair.’Harry replied.

It’s been a while since someone’s said that and meant it.

Harry got the impression the hat was amused.

I always make sure to ask, as the House the student under me picks is usually the one they would go to anyway. Less work for me if I know what to look for you see.

‘Not even the ancient Sorting Hat is immune from laziness eh?’ Harry mused, equally amused.

Indeed. Now lets get this show on the road, I’d like to get back to my perch so I can torment Fawkes some more. Creature of the light he may be but he’s terribly annoying. Let’s see… Intelligent, but you use you’re knowledge, instead of acquiring it for knowledge’s sake; Ravenclaw’s out. You don’t shy away from hard work, as long as it’s for a clear benefit, and you’re only loyal to those who earn it; Hufflepuff is out. You’re cunning when you want to be, but you’re fame is a double edged sword and you’re not as cunning as you could be, as you get things easier due to people falling over themselves in order to do what you ask. Although Salazar himself would be proud of you’re ambition. There are plenty of Boy-Who-Lived fangirls so I don’t think your goal of sleeping with every girl you possibly can will be all that hard. Harry actually chuckled out loud at Alistair’s dry tone, leaving the student body to wonder what was happening beneath the hat’s brim. Sadly, Slytherin is still out. You’ve got one hell of stones on you, and you don’t shy away from things when a situation turns bad, meaning you’re nerve is worthy. Last but not least, you can be chivalrous when the situation calls for it. We have a winner Mister Potter.

Better be, GRYFFINDOR!” Alistair shouted aloud. Harry rolled his eyes as the hall cheered louder than they had for anyone previously and two redheads, twins, from what looked like sixth year danced around chanting “We got Potter!

We got Potter!”

Harry handed the hat back to McGonagall, who looked to be suppressing a smile, and failing badly, before he made his way over and sat next to Hermione. She didn’t react aside from sending him a confused, and surprised, as she saw who he was, glance before going back to her book on, harry looked at the cover, Runes. Harry suppressed a smile of his own, he loved Runes, and he had a talent for it, which made striking up a conversation with the bookish girl once the feast started easier.

Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

“Welcome,” He began, “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like say This year Hogwarts has been chosen to host the illustrious Tri-wizard tournament!” By this point everyone began to clap and cheer… all of which Harry ignored in favour of fantasizing about a double titfuck from his betrothed and the bushy haired girl next to him.

The food appeared and Harry ate at his normal pace, which was very quick, but just as good mannered looking as everyone else. In a house filled with Marauders you eat fast or risk eating tainted food and after seeing Sirius eat like a pig he vowed to make eating fast an art form.

About fifteen minutes later he was done and noticed Hermione had stopped eating as well, apparently she was just as quick as he was, and was about to go back to her book. “Excuse me, my uncle, Remus Lupin, told me that the first year of Ancient Runes class was very dull. Mostly spent memorizing the rune symbols and the history behind them, is that true?” He asked the girl after tapping on her shoulder.

“What?” She blurted, not expecting someone to talk to her. “I-I mean yes, the first year was spent memorizing the symbols and becoming familiar with engraving them. It can be a bit slow going, but Professor said that learning to engrave Runes wrong is incredibly dangerous.” She said mechanically, stumbling over her words, as if she wasn’t used to speaking and her mouth couldn’t keep up with her brain.

“I’ve been studying various forms of magic since I was five, and I’m a little disappointed I won’t be able to take the class until third year. Would you like to study together some time? I’m Harry, by the way.”

“I, um… yeah. I’d like that. None of the other Gryffindors are taking Rune’s so it’ll be nice to have someone to talk to. I’m Hermione.” She tried to wave it off, but she really did feel elated to have someone who didn’t appear to want to talk to her just so they could convince her to do their homework. The second that thought passed through her brain she violently killed the elation that was building and forced herself to stop getting her hopes up. Before she could snap at him without thinking, the Headmaster spoke up.

“Now that we’re all fed and watered, off you trot!”

Standing up Harry prepared to follow the Gryffindor prefect’s to the dorm but before doing so, turned to the bushy haired girl standing next to him, and shocked her by reaching around her waist and hugging her big breasted form tightly. “I’m looking forward to talking about some of the classes here with you. How about meeting me in the library tomorrow at noon?” Shifting his head discreetly he couldn’t resist looking down her robes, as being this close allowed him to see straight down to the white shirt, which had the top two buttons undone and felt himself begin to harden at the sight of her big creamy sensual globes of flesh pressed against his chest.

Shifting uneasily in his grasp, she tried to quell the sudden stirring she could feel burning in her loins, the way his chest rubbed against her big breasts as he kept her in a tight hug was beginning to make her feel all tingly, “Y…YES” She yelped, thankfully not attracting any attention, “That would be great.” She squeaked.

“Great!” Harry chirped happily before shocking her again. Seeing as she was dazed he felt his self control fail him again at seeing such a cute face and he leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on her left cheek, “Later Mione.” before releasing her and stealthily running his hands down her back, ghosting over what he was very, very happy to find was an amazing arse underneath the fabric of her robe. Apparently all that sitting and reading had left her with quite the cushion of her own. He got up and left quickly, leaving Hermione none the wiser as he turned and strode out of the Great Hall; leaving the girl very red in the face. She couldn’t fight the smile that formed on her face and and the equally confusing feeling of dampness between her legs.

“Mione?” she echoed, “I like that.” She decided with a soft whisper to herself as she watched the living legend of a boy walk out of the great hall, all thoughts of him taking advantage of her so he could be academically lazy temporarily destroyed.

.oOo.

Eventually the mob of students split off into four groups. Harry found himself in the back of the Gryffindor group as his eyes were glued to the backside of the redhead walking in front of him. Her hair was long, swaying back and forth over his goal enticingly as she walked. Apparently she noticed him looking, or simply wanted to talk to him and noticed him walking slow, because she subtly slowed down so they were in the back before she stopped completely and waited till he was walking beside her before starting up again.

“H-hey! I’m Ginny Weasely, welcome to Gryffindor.” The redhead greeted. Harry notice she was blushing and looking at him adoringly. All this combined with her slight stutter and pitch problems told him the hat was spot on.

Fangirls; the easiest prey know to man…

“Hello. Thank you, nice to know my House mates are nice. I hope they’re all as pretty as you.” He said warmly, limiting his smile down to a small one.

Harry was amused to see her blush double in strength and see her start fidgeting as she walked. “S-so why aren’t you wearing you’re school robes? She blurted quickly, trying to change the subject.

Harry chuckled, it was his first prank. Harry liked loopholes, especially exploiting said loopholes for his own gain. “There’s an alternate dress code. It’s meant for Muggleborns, but the rule never explicitly mentions that, so anyone can wear it. The thing is they also never specified what the dress code WAS, just that it had to be something that would blend in in the Muggle world.” He finished proudly.

“Wow! That’s so cool! Would a white shirt and black pleated skirt work?” Since her idol was doing it, and she hated robes since they hid her proudest feature, she felt the need to follow his example.

Harry nodded after a bit of thought, more using it to look her over than actually think about it.

Ginny, immediately after seeing his approval, bunched up her robes and lifted them up and over her head. She almost died when she felt her skirt being lifted up and knew she was giving the boy next to her a show. Not that she was ashamed of course, she loved her arse, it was bigger than anyone in her year and most of the girls a year above her, but it was still horribly embarrassing. She squeaked and almost ripped her robe in an effort to get it off faster as she felt a hand grab one of her cheeks and take a very deliberate grope.

When she could see again she noticed Harry was a few steps ahead of her now and she could see his lips were quirked into a playful smirk. Seeing a chance to make her dream of losing her virginity to her idol (a dream she’d had since she was very little and heard her oldest brothers talking very explicitly about sex) She quickened her stride and passed by him, slowing down only to say, “Meet me ten minutes after the prefects get done with their speech and I’ll give you a tour of Hogwarts,” Before she hurried on up into the group of students ahead of them. Ginny was fairly certain there was steam pouring from her ears at how red her face was, but this was going to be worth it.

It was time to gather her Gryffindor courage, but first, she better take a swig off some of her brother’s firewhiskey. Percy may have been the most well behaved of the Weaselys’, but she’d found he was only that way because he got blind stinking drunk whenever the pressure got to great.

.oOo.

Ten minutes later, Harry silently left the dorm entrance only to stop at the sight that greeted him; leaning over the banister, her ass towards him, his so called ‘tour guide’ was fiddling with her black pleated skirt. Subsequently, it had ridden up and he could see a good portion of her nicely shaped arse. The skirt was so high he could even see the crimson red thong she had on.

Silently getting behind the no doubt day dreaming fangirl, he brought her out of her dreams when he was directly behind her by grabbing her hips and thrusting his cargo jean covered pelvis forward, meeting her meaty arse like a thunderclap, causing it to bounce and rippled. She looked back sharply and saw who it was before she pushed backwards and ground herself into his pelvis. She took in his perversely smirking face with a red hue across her cheeks and a flirty smile forming on her face as they dry humped each other for several moments.

“So, Ginny was it? Let’s cut to the chase and skip the whole tour thing and go to an empty room where I can bend you over and fuck you stupid. Sound good?” He finished by licking the palm of his right hand and then bringing it down on her big soft arse, causing it to ripple even more as she practically screamed in pain and pleasure from the stinging sensation.

Her breath speeding up noticeably she bit her lip and she sped up, thrusting her arse backwards into his own thrusting hips, which were practically pounding her against the banister, for almost a full minute before she managed to regain her voice, “S-stop for a s-second.” Harry reluctantly did so, only to grin harder as she spun around and suction cupped herself to his waist, he legs locking around his waist in a death-grip, same with her arms around his neck.

“Deep crimson door. Shiny black handle. To your left. Two halls down.” She spoke haltingly, her breath coming out in deep pants as she ground her pussy into the bulge in his slacks.

She shuddered, releasing a throaty moan when he grabbed her arse with both hands and started walking, kneading and pulling apart her cheeks and then clapping them back together.

It was quite possibly the longest and most enjoyable walk she’d ever been on. They just reached the door when, before he could reach forward and open it, she pulled him forward by leaning back. She hit the red door hard, but she didn’t even feel it as his bulge slammed against her clit. “Oh Merlin YESSS!” She screamed as she came messily, spraying his slacks forcefully enough for the fluids to go through her panties.

While she was dazed Harry quickly opened the door and slipped inside. He decided the teachers desk was perfect for what he needed. As soon as he got there there Ginny zoned back in, “Put it in.” She demanded huskily, one of her hands already unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks.

Harry was going to lower her down onto the desk, but she beat him to it and spun them around, all but throwing him onto his back on top of the desk in her haste. “Inside, inside, inside!” She chanted in a lust filled haze as she ripped his slacks and boxers down before she mounted him and set the tip at her entrance. “Insi-EEEEIIIII!” She squealed loudly after she slammed her hips down, violently taking her own virginity.

However, in her mindless lust she didn’t look at how big he actually was and thus wasn’t prepared for something of that size going inside her much smaller hole. Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to remain as still as possible. Harry, wincing sympatheticly at how much pain she must be in, cast the only healing spell he knew (Which was, coincidentally, made for this exact purpose.) on her pussy.

Ginny’s stiff posture loosened steadily as the charm took hold and healed the damage she’d accidentally done to herself. “Th-Thank you, I guess I just got a bit carried away.” She said softly.

Harry smiled reassuringly, “It’s fine, we all get caught up in the moment sometimes.”

Ginny started bouncing up and down on him once she felt the last traces of pain disappear. “Ahh.” She mewled, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” She muttered, biting her lip and she shifted her position a few times to find the best method of fucking herself onto his cock.

Sliding his hands up the back of her pleated skirt, Harry grinned and bucked his hips up while grabbing a good grip on both her firm bum cheeks and began to grope them for all he was worth, pulling them apart then squeezing them together for a bit. Suddenly letting go and raising his right hand he brought it back down smacking her right cheek, causing Ginny to mewl all the louder, “What a fucking ass! You have the most amazing bubble butt I’ve ever felt! Ride my cock! Ride my dick like there’s no tomorrow you slutty little bitch!” Harry grunted as he reached up and hastily ripped her top open, the buttons flying everywhere, showing her bare naked B-cup tits bouncing up and down along with her. She tried to form a sentence in her head to say aloud about being hypocritical, but she found forming words was hard when she had a huge cock pounding her pussy and her arse was getting slapped against his thighs hard enough for an incredibly erotic slapping sound to echo off the walls.

Slipping his hand back onto her amazingly bouncy bubble butt, Harry gripped on as hard as he could before thrusting up into Ginny’s pussy. The effect was instantaneous, Ginny lost her balance, falling down chest to chest with Harry. Her eyes glazed over, drool slowly oozing out of her mouth and her lips formed a well-fucked grin. He picked up the pace once she was in place, roughly hammering her tight, recently virgin pussy.

“Gonna cum! I’m gonna blow my load in your tight little pussy!” Harry moaned picking up the pace even further.

Ginny, coming out of her multiple-orgasm induced haze, spoke fearfully, “N-no! Pl-please don’t cum in meEEEEEE!” It was too late however, as Harry brought her down as hard and thrust upwards with enough force to lift both their pelvises off the desk and shot his huge load up her tiny pussy, filling her entire womb with a few jerks of his hips.

Harry released a content sigh as he came down from his orgasm only to find a wide eyed Ginny muttering to herself under her breath, “Mum’s going to kill me, Dad’s going to disown me, Charlie and Bill are going to be disappointed in me…” She would have continued but Harry lifted her chin and kissed her.

Under normal circumstances her long time crush taking her first kiss would have caused her to melt into him, but in this case she was hyped up from her thoughts of what was going to happen to her. She pulled away and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. She tried to get up off of him. But one, she found her legs too shaky to work very well, and two; any movements sent mini-orgasms shooting up her spine as he was still very much hard within her.

Harry massaged his red cheek, “Ginny.” He said seriously to get her attention, “The spell I used to ease the pain was also a Contraception Charm. Now that I think about it, every sex related spell seems to have that charm attached to them… I know exactly what I’m doing. Trust me, okay?” He said, his tone making it perfectly clear he wasn’t offended by her reaction. And he wasn’t, not really anyway. Just meant he had a funny story of his own to pass around the Dinner table at The Doghouse, his and Sirius’ home.

Seeing her embarrassed nod he continued, “Now hows about I bend your sexy ass over this desk and fill you with another load while I pay you back for this slap tenfold?” His reassuring tone never changed, as if he was commenting about the weather, causing her to giggle before she blushed harder as his words set in.

“O-okay. I… um… I’ve been naughty and need to be punished…?” Her attempt at being sexy while he climbed out from underneath her was far more amusing than seductive and he leaned forward and kissed her again, his hands stroking the side of her face.

She moved her body as she was laying on her stomach on the desk, her legs dangling of the edge.

“Yes, you do. And we’ll have to work on that naughty schoolgirl thing. You definitely have the arse for it.” He complimented as he drew back and lined himself up once again with her pussy lips.

“Now, let’s get to what I promised you earlier.” He said. She was confused for a second before she remembered he promised to shag her until she couldn’t go anymore. This thought didn’t get any farther, as Harry started things off by violently thrusting his pelvis forward, his hips meeting her stationary bubble butt, which was hanging over the edge of the desk, with a loud clap.

Wasting no time, Harry immediately set about ravaging Ginny’s tight pussy as hard and fast as he could. Cum and the blood from her torn hymen began leaking from her pussy while he used his left hand to press her face against the desk. True to his word he repeatedly spanked her rippling arse meat as hard as he could.

Ginny couldn’t even think coherently, the amount of pain from the spanking only enhanced the pleasure her pussy was getting from the cunt pounding. It was maddening, and she loved every second of it!

Harry felt the knot in his stomach about to snap, so he pulled out of Ginny’s tight pussy and grabbed her arse with both hands, sliding his cock between her cheeks and jacking himself off with them. With a roar he let loose his load, multiple thick ropes of cum shooting up into the air before gravity took them and they fell, landing mostly on her hair, which was fanned out on her back nicely. Overall, she the entire back half of her was covered in so much cum Harry mused that she looked like more of a slut than he already thought she was.

She rolled over, her back making a small *Splat!* when she did so, and looked up at him with tired brown eyes. “I don’t think I can go anymore Harry.” She said tiredly, with an undertone of sadness. She blinked as he didn’t react at all to her saying this, simply running his hands slowly up and down his cock, which she was shocked to find was hard again, or still, she wasn’t sure.

“Well, I’m ready to go again. And you’re still conscious, so I’m sure we can make this work. It’s still three hours before curfew, so for the next two hours I’m going to see if a repeated fucking can turn you into my personal slut.” He smirked, a glint of endless dedication entering his eye as he set his whole being to his chosen task

Ginny could only whimper as he placed his hard erection back at her pussy entrance and grasped her hips tightly. She was already trying to think of how to tell her dad she could no longer marry someone, because she was already in love with the dick currently inside her pussy.

.oOo.

Seeing as he still had an hour until curfew Harry had a thought. Empty classrooms were all well and good for a good shagging but by design they were very hard to lock. Most locking charms simply didn’t work on the doors and the ones that did wore off within a minute or two. He knew almost every hallway in Hogwarts has a secret passage in it (The wonders of magic; make a tunnel wide enough to fit your hand through connecting two hallways or room and then Expand it with magic. The structural integrity of the building is the exact same as it it was just a small tunnel, but you now have a secret hide away and a shortcut to other parts of the castle.) and him knowing where they were was crucial for the completion of his goal. Thinking for a few minutes he remembered Alistair seemed bored as all hell and would probably help him in exchange for some entertainment.

After cleaning himself, and Ginny’s unconscious form, up with a bit of Magic he put his clothes back on and repaired hers before he laid her down on the ground with a Cushioning Charm below her before heading back to the Gryffindor common room. Finding a Prefect was easy, the sixth year male Prefect was sitting in one of the armchairs, picking at his fingernails boredly while looking at the fire. One quick request to lead him to the Headmaster’s office later and he was standing outside Albus Dumbledore’s office.

“Thanks.” Harry said to the retreating Prefect.

“Don’t mention it, always happy to help out a firsty.” He replied over his shoulder.

Harry turned back to the gargoyle and frowned. He thought for a second and decided to take the obvious choice. “I don’t know the password, I’m a student who wishes to have a word with the Headmaster.” He said clearly to the statue. He felt a bit silly at first, but the thing actually nodded and stepped aside. Harry grinned in surprise and rode the overly dramatic stairway up to the Headmaster’s office. Finding the door open he knocked on the door frame anyway to announce himself.

Dumbledore looked up from his reports. “Harry my boy, good to see you. How are you settling in?” The elderly man greeted.

“Just fine Headmaster, Ginny Weasely gave me a tour in fact.” Harry’s perverse tone flew right over the man’s head; the Leader of the Light both not sharing his interest in the female gender and not expecting an eleven year old to have any perverse double meaning to his words.

“Ah yes. The Weasely’s are a wonderful family. Please, sit. You must have come to me for a reason.” Dumbledore was in a wonderful mood. The Boy-Who-Lived was already making Light oriented allies. He couldn’t have asked for a better turn out, and on the first day of school as well!

Harry took a seat. “Thank you, sir. And yes, I would actually like to ask if I could borrow the Sorting Hat for a few weeks or months.”

Albus stared at the young man for a second, not expecting such a reply, his curiosity peeked he answered, “While I am overjoyed to see such a young student take an interest in ancient artifacts I must ask why you would like to borrow it.”

“Of course Headmaster. I wouldn’t expect any less. The sorting hat mentioned my ambitions in life would have made Salazar proud. That peeked the interest I’ve had in the Founders for quite a few years. I would like to learn what drove Salazar to the dark, so I can do everything in my power to avoid it. Plus, as far as I know the Sorting Hat can’t sleep, or hibernate in any way, so I’d like to give him the opportunity to get rid of some of his boredom. Being trapped in this room all year can’t be too terribly interesting…” He trailed off as he gave the piece of headgear he was talking about a questioning look.

Do what the lad says.” Alistair said bluntly.

Dumbledore chuckled, “Yes, I can see how it would be a tad boring watching an old man sort through reports for most of the year.” Inside his mind he was grinning broadly. This was beyond perfect. Harry was a smart boy, he was raised by two very Gryffindor oriented men, he came from a Light family, and last but not least he seemed to know what a struggle not giving into the dark was. Oh yes, things were going perfectly in Albus Dumbledore’s heavily twinkling eyes. “I think that would be a wonderful idea. Please do tell me what you find out. Books are very nice things to learn from, but you can’t beat first-hand knowledge. And I hope you don’t think this is too personal, but can you ease an old man’s curiosity and tell me what your life’s ambition is?”

Harry froze, ‘…Fuck! uh… okay, just say something corny and hero-like… got it!’ “I want to be a champion dueler, so I know I’m powerful enough to keep my friends, and hopefully, my eventual family safe.”

Dumbledore couldn’t contain his pleased look anymore, “That’s a wonderful goal to have in life my boy. Protecting the innocent is always a noble endeavor.” He glanced at the clock, “It’s almost curfew, you should get back to your dorm, I wish you luck in your goals, both of them.”

“Thank you sir.” Harry grinned as he hopped off his seat and grabbed Alistair before leaving the office, the stairs and gargoyle resetting themselves after he passed.

Slipping the Hat on his head he was surprised to find that it had shrunk and didn’t cover his eyes now.

I can change my shape at will. The hat chimed in inside his head. And I must thank you for this. Terribly boring up there all year it is. I already know the real reason why you want to keep me around, and I accept, on the condition that you wear me for a few months. I shall change my shape into a headband when you go to sleep and give you the information about every secret passage in the castle. It will be a slow process though, which is another reason I need to stay in your possession for a few months. If you happen to need one quickly, I can simply tell you. That, along with the fact that as long as i’m on your head no one can see into your mind using Legilimency are reasons why I should be worn during the day-

‘Alright, alright Alistair, it’s fine. I’m completely fine with wearing you for few months. My cover story for Dumbledore should work fine if anybody asks.’ Harry cheered. He loved it when things just worked out like that.

I’m sure the fact that Miss Granger is attracted to forbidden knowledge and this method will be another way for you to endear yourself to her has nothing to do with it… Alistair said with a laugh.

‘Hadn’t even crossed my mind.’ Harry replied as innocently as he could. Which for someone raised by two Marauders, was pretty damned good. Still, Alistair was a millennia old and saw right through it, laughing harder as a result.

This is going to be an interesting term. By the way, you’re back at the Fat Lady’s painting.

‘Ah, so I am.’ Harry gave the password and slipped inside. Making his way up to his dorm room he spent the time before he went to bed personalizing his bed space. Once he was done Alistair kept his word and transformed into a ragged red headband.

Oddly enough, Harry’s dreams centered around an older looking version of himself, who was also shirtless and very well muscled for no apparent reason, killing enemy soldiers in a forest with a very large Muggle firearm. An M-60, if he remembered right.

Not so oddly enough, his morning was even better than his dream, because he was woken up to the blonde bimbo that most knew as Lavender Brown Titty-fucking him into consciousness with her considerable… talents.

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