The Strange Case of Love
TheDirtyMind
Summary:
This is a strange but heartwarming love story of Harry Potter and Lily Evans Potter. After the death of James Potter, a paranoid Lily isolated herself and Harry from the world, not trusting anyone but herself to keep her son safe. How will this strange family fare against the dangers of Hogwarts. Keep an open mind while reading this. Harry is 13 when the fun begins. Incest!
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Chapter 1: Once When I Was Seven
Summary:
This chapter shows the bonds between 7 year old Harry and his mother.
(Last edited on 5 Jan, 2023)
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Chapter 1
Once When I Was Seven
7 Years Old
Harry Potter woke up early that cursed day. It was 31st October. The day he lost his father. It was the day on which his mum always seemed so sad.
He looked at his mum, who was sleeping beside him with her arm closed around his back, keeping him tightly against her chest. His face was flushed against her soft bosom due to her firm grip. He didn't mind a bit about sleeping with his mum. On the contrary, he loved it.
He loved how soft and warm she was. He loved how nice she smelled. And her skin was all warm and nice. But most of all, he loved that by sleeping beside her, he was able to keep her nightmares at bay. He felt proud that he was able to do that for her. He smiled softly as he pressed his face onto her breasts, almost feeling her warm skin through the thin white nightie.
'Today, I'm going to start learning magic.' He mused, being extremely happy. His mum had finally accepted his plea to teach him some magic. It would also give them a distraction and help them in ignoring the sad atmosphere of the day. Harry sensed her fingers running through his hair, meaning she was awake. He moved his head up, meeting her tender emerald eyes.
"Good morning, sweetie." She smiled lovingly. Harry returned the gesture and offered her a loud kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning, mum~" He greeted in a singsong voice, eliciting a burst of tinkling laughter.
"Someone is extra cheery today." She said in amusement, kissing the top of his head.
"I'm going to learn magic." He beamed toothily, again loudly kissing her face.
His eyes glazed as he spaced out, losing himself in his daydream of summoning powerful storms as he had read in a comic book.
Lily smiled patiently as she looked down at his adorable face. His face was bright with joy and his smile was the widest she had ever seen. Sitting up, she leaned back on the pillows and let him stay in his daydream a little more.
She cleared her throat, breaking him out of his reverie. He smiled sheepishly at her, looking too cute with his soft emerald eyes and embarrassed grin as he realised that he had been ignoring her for the last couple of minutes.
'Aww.' She resisted the urge to throw her arms around her son and instead just rolled her eyes at him fondly. He was just too precious. Her only family. Her only reason to live.
"So, Mr. Wizard, why do you want to learn magic this early? Usually, children start to learn magic when they are eleven. Why should I break the unwritten rule and teach you now?" She asked in a mock-serious tone. There was really no question of whether she would teach him or not, she was going to fulfil all his wishes if it was in her power. She just wanted to hear his reply, curious to hear his reason.
Harry's face took on a very serious expression, surprising her.
"I want to be strong. I want to be the strongest. So if anyone ever tries to hurt you, I'll be able to protect you. I'll never let anyone hurt you. There'll be no more nightmares for you." He said passionately, a very foreign expression on a seven years old's face.
Lily's heart broke and mended at his monologue. She felt guilty. She hated herself for having broken down in front of him many times before, for showing him her fragility. Unfortunately, seeing that had made him so mature and intelligent. But she also felt elated. She felt so loved that her little Harry wanted to protect her, that he wanted to learn magic just so he could keep her safe.
She felt tears pooling in her eyes.
"Mum!" Harry exclaimed in panic, seeing her tears, and was instantly holding her face in his tiny hands. His eyes were so full of concern as he stroked her cheeks.
"You okay?" he asked, his warm small hands on her face, caressing her gingerly. She giggled at his question and pulled him in a tight hug, and remained that way for a few seconds.
"Air!" Harry gasped and Lily pulled back, giving him a big wet kiss on his cheek.
"I'll definitely teach you magic now, my little knight. So you can keep your dear old mum safe." She smiled, ruffling his hair, her heart brimming with unconditional love. "And for being such a sweet boy, you're going to get lots of icky kisses."
"Mum!" Harry whined and blushed as she kept kissing him and slobbering his face.
Chapter 2: Once When I Was Nine
Summary:
This chapter shows how powerful 9 years old Harry Potter is becoming, thanks to earlier training.
(Last edited on 5 Jan, 2023)
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Chapter 2
Once When I Was Nine
9 Years Old
It had been two years since Lily began teaching Harry magic. It had been a fascinating journey.
She never had imagined that Harry would be so powerful that he could learn high-level spells so easily and so quickly.
She lounged on a chair, in the duelling room of the Potter Manor and watched as Harry destroyed the dummies with ease. She had been reluctant to teach him anything dangerous, but he was adamant that he needed to learn everything to keep both of them safe. To keep her safe.
As always, Lily gave in to his wishes and taught him whatever he asked for. She had no resistance to his cute and determined pleas. She was just too easy.
She had also thought of finally contacting Sirius to ask his aid in teaching Harry some duelling moves, but had quickly decided against it.
After the day James died, Lily had taken Harry to the Potter Manor and enabled all the wards, making their house an unconquerable fortress. Since then, she and Harry had never ventured out of the Manor wards and no one was allowed to enter. Absolutely no one. Only the owls and the elves were the medium by which Lily kept in contact with the outside world. Following the betrayal of Peter Pettigrew, she decided to trust no one but herself.
Harry had obviously made some fuss about not being able to go out and meet people of his own age, but Lily was able to convince him to wait until he was eleven. She knew it was unhealthy how she was keeping Harry isolated from the outside world, but she felt it was necessary.
Voldemort was still out there according to Dumbledore, so her paranoia was valid in her mind. She looked at her boy who was jumping and dodging, his wand moving at incredible speed. He was special, she thought with a smile. He was very special.
'My precious baby boy.'
After the duelling session, Harry went to the bathroom to clean up. Lily quickly undressed completely and then changed into her nightwear, a blue slip over her naked body which went down to her knees.
She lied down in bed and waited for him.
She also knew how inappropriate it was that she kept Harry in her bed and didn't let him sleep alone in his. Honestly, she didn't care. Having him in her arms was a boon against the nightmares. She was selfish, she knew. She was allowed to be.
She smiled gently as Harry entered the room. He was already in a loose black t-shirt and cotton shorts. He grinned at her smile and jumped into the bed beside her.
"Hey, mum!" He greeted, laying on his side, shooting her his trademarked lopsided grin. She offered him a fond smile in return. His bubbly energetic behaviour should be annoying sometimes, but she couldn't see it as anything but adorable.
"Hello, little knight." She rolled over on her side so she was facing him. "I think we should start studying potions. You already are efficient in DADA, Transfiguration, and Charms."
Harry made a face at hearing that.
Potions weren't flashy enough to interest him. He was still a child, after all, she mused with a motherly smile.
"I can see what's going on in that tiny brain of yours. Yes, it isn't that useful in battle or duel, but it is an important subject. It'll be useful in making healing potions and many other essential potions." Lily smirked, patting his cheek and combing his hair with her fingers.
"Hmm, if you say so." He shrugged nonchalantly before yawning. He scooted closer and snuggled with her, his arm draped over her waist and his face pressed against her voluptuous chest. "I'm tired, I am going to sleep. Goodnight, mum."
"Goodnight, sweetie." She whispered lovingly, cradling his head on her soft bosom. She hummed a soft and pleasant tune as a lullaby.
Chapter 3: Once When I Was Eleven
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Chapter 3
Once When I Was Eleven
11 Years Old
Lily groaned awake as a weight settled on her stomach. Tiny hands prodded her face urgently to rouse her from sleep.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Mum!" Harry yelled in her ear, making her wince.
"Is the house on fire? Are bad people attacking the house?" She asked without opening her eyes, her eyebrows twitching in displeasure.
"...No." His small confused voice came as her answer. Lily silently groaned, not liking being awakened this early in the morning. She grabbed the offender of her sleep and pulled him tight against her, cuddling with him.
Harry yelped in surprise, suddenly finding himself in his mother's soft yet restricting hug.
"Then let's sleep." She mumbled drowsily, patting his back.
"Mum! Wake up! Today I'll receive my Hogwarts letter." His muffled protest got lost in her chest. He wiggled against her grip, trying to pull his face away from her suffocating breasts. Lily groaned again, knowing that there was no chance in hell that she was going to get any more sleep. She finally opened her eyes and saw his giddy smile.
She sighed, and couldn't help but match his smile.
"Go take a bath. I'll prepare breakfast."
"Okay, mum." He grinned joyously, kissing her on the cheek. "And Good morning."
"Good morning to you too, little knight."
Harry and Lily sat at the dining table, facing each other, a letter in his hand. Harry had read the school letter and was throwing various questions at his mother who was answering him patiently if a bit disheartenedly. Her eyes were blank, trying to not show the rapidly growing despair that was eating her up.
"So, I'll finally be able to leave the house and will be able to meet new people. Though I have already finished the seven-year curriculum of Hogwarts, I can use that time to revise it." Harry concluded optimistically in the end.
Lily nodded with a strained smile, not wanting to be a downer. She wasn't particularly happy with the situation. After living alone with Harry for the last ten years, she wasn't too eager to step back into the outside world. She didn't want Harry to go alone to Hogwarts. Who knows what they would do to her precious little child?
"The only problem I can see is finding a way to take you to Hogwarts with me." Harry mumbled thoughtfully, looking at her for an answer. Lily's eyes widened at his statement. She immediately felt the tension leave her body.
Her Harry wasn't trying to leave her. He was ready to take her with him. That was a massive relief.
"I had thought that you would have had enough of me and would want some independence." Lily spoke up, her voice filled with mirth and gratefulness.
Harry shook his head.
"Never. Leaving you by yourself is out of options. And I can't just let you sleep alone and face your nightmares after all." Harry said seriously as if leaving her alone in the Potter Manor would be a grave offence. She couldn't help but let a few tears escape her eyes in joy.
Harry got onto his feet, rolling his eyes at her fondly, used to her sensitive nature by now. He walked behind her chair and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He perched his chin over her left shoulder and pressed his cheek against hers.
Lily smiled, dragging up her hand and caressing his face.
When Harry went to Hogwarts, his mother took the position of History Professor, replacing Binns. Harry then went on and got sorted into Ravenclaw.
The first year was pleasant enough for the mother-son duo, as nothing much out of ordinary happened. Lily had already warned Harry to keep away from the third corridor room and he was a boy who followed his mother's wish almost religiously. As a result, Voldemort died facing Dumbledore.
On personal matters, Lily and Harry still shared a bed every night. He would use his Invisibility Cloak and slip into his mother's room secretly at midnight, where she would be waiting for him eagerly.
Harry was now also aware that sleeping in his mum's bed was inappropriate at his age. Still, it didn't bother him that much. If he revealed this secret to the others then he would either become a laughing stock for the Hogwarts population or a subject of their disgusted looks. So, he decided to keep it a secret and would continue sleeping with his mum. She needed him to fight off her nightmares, and so he didn't care what others would think about that if it was revealed.
Harry did make friends with his classmates, but they weren't strong bonds. They were weak casual friendships on which he couldn't really count. He was quite an introvert thanks to his upbringing and liked to spend most of his time reading rare powerful books from the Potter family vault.
Lily on the other hand was still trying to get over her paranoia but was good to others. Unfortunately, Sirius and Remus had moved to the States, not having any reason to stay in the British Isles after Lily cut off all communication with them. She felt a little guilty for that, but not enough to contact them again. She needed no one but only Harry in her life. Everyone else could go fuck themselves.
She still hated Snape whose mistake caused the loss of her husband's life but was professional enough in her behaviour with him. Even his disgusting sad puppy eyes couldn't get to her cold heart. He was once a friend, but now he was just a colleague and nothing more. She could even consider him as her enemy depending on in which mood she was.
Chapter 4: Once When I Was Twelve
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Chapter 4
Once When I Was Twelve
12 Years Old
"I will kill you just like my father did twelve years ago." Harry snarled at the ghost of Tom Riddle.
Harry wouldn't have involved himself in this dangerous situation if it wasn't for Luna Lovegood, his best friend. Since she came into his life, it had been full of weirdness and joy.
He loved it.
He absolutely loved it.
So when he heard that she was taken into the Chamber of Secrets, with a heavy heart he broke his promise to his mum of not getting involved in this nasty mess. With cold rage burning inside him, he joined the scattered clues and found the chamber.
Luna was dragged here in Salazar's chamber by her friend Ginny who was possessed by Voldemort, whose real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. He chanced a look at the two girls lying motionless with their hands on the diary. They both looked deathly pale and cold, like a corpse.
His attention was abruptly taken by the giant basilisk that fell from above. He resisted the urge to look at the creature and ran off in another direction, followed by the large reptile, and Tom's mocking laughter.
He wasn't running out of cowardice, no, Harry already had a plan. He couldn't face both, the basilisk and the ghost, at the same time. He needed to deal with them separately.
He stopped running when he was deep inside a huge cylindrical pipe. He spun around and without another thought summoned the fire from hell. His mum had hesitantly taught him after he came across the spell in one of the books from the Potter vaults. He had nagged her for days before she caved in.
"Fiendfyre!" He yelled, pointing his wand in front of him and not looking up into the monster's eyes.
The animalistic screech went on for a minute before the giant body of the serpent was reduced to a large mound of ash.
Harry sighed in relief as the task was done. He ran back to the chamber, and in a short time stood in front of Tom Riddle, who was looking both incensed and confused, not knowing where his dear basilisk was.
"Let's end this." Harry yelled tiredly and the duel started without much fanfare. Just a few minutes into the fight, Harry realised that something was wrong, that his spells weren't affecting the pseudo-ghost. They harmlessly passed through his translucent body, not hurting him in the least. Tom Riddle's laughter echoed in the vast chamber.
"You can't beat me."
Harry frowned as he continued dodging and shielding, grateful for all his training. No other twelve-year-old would have survived in his place. He decided to give his mum the biggest hug and the loudest kiss as thanks when he returned.
He was pretty sure that there must be a way to defeat this spectre, if not directly then indirectly. There was always a solution, his mother had said. His gaze went to the diary which was lying innocently between the girls.
He summoned the diary and caught it in the other hand. Seeing the horrified look of Tom was all the confirmation he needed. Throwing the diary on the floor, he shot a few destructive spells at it, but nothing happened, not even a scratch.
"Haha! You can't do anything Harry. Your death is near." Tom cackled madly.
Harry ducked under a spell and conjured a series of giant walls in front of him, caging himself in and keeping Tom away for a time being. He turned his gaze back to the diary and again summoned the hellfire. He laughed in relief as the diary finally turned to dust, accompanied by the spectre's pained scream.
That was the end of the trouble with the chamber.
The two girls slowly awoke after the diary was destroyed.
Harry was enclosed in a bone-crushing hug when his mother saw him coming into the Headmaster's office with the two girls.
He saw her red-rimmed eyes as she pulled back and felt guilt clawing at his soul. But he was taken aback when her hand connected with his cheek in a loud slap. The sharp sound rang in his ears.
The stinging pain of the slap was nothing compared to the look in her eyes.
The others were surprised by this but couldn't do anything as she continued.
"How could you? I thought you were going to die. We are leaving right now. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore for you. Say your goodbyes and come to my room." She yelled angrily and promptly stomped out of the office.
"I'm going after her. I'll tell you what happened in detail afterwards, but in short, a diary that was Voldemort's possessed Ginny and made her do all these bad things. She wasn't at fault, of course. Remember that. I'll see you later." He said to the headmaster, then softly smiled at the two girls and hurried after his mother.
He saw her pacing back and forth when he stepped into her room. She stopped and looked up at him miserably. He noticed the guilt in her eyes for raising her hand against him.
"Mum!" He said softly and ran up to her, throwing his arms around her body. That was the cue for her, as she started sobbing loudly and pressed her face on his shoulder. He gently squeezed her in his embrace and rubbed his palm along her spine, trying to comfort her.
"I'm fine. I'm alright. I'm here. I'm not leaving you. Everything is fine, mum." He whispered slowly as her loud sobs became soft sniffles.
"I'm sorry for slapping you. I really am, Harry. But I was so relieved and angry at seeing you. I wouldn't know what I'd have done if you were seriously hurt. It just hurt so much thinking about all the various ways you could have already died. That I couldn't see you anymore. It pained me so much thinking that I failed you." She said, her voice trembling with fear.
Harry felt so guilty for putting her through this. Pulling back a little, he kissed her hard on the cheek and then stared into her beautiful emerald eyes.
"I'll never take unnecessary risks. I'm powerful. Very powerful, all thanks to you. And yet, I promise you that I'll never do something like this again. Okay?" He asked tenderly, caressing her soft cheeks.
She nodded slowly.
"I hope you'll let me come to this school next year." Harry said after a moment in a fearful tone. His mother sighed but squeezed his shoulders.
"Of course. You know I can never say no to you." She grumbled half-heartedly, unable to hide her smile.
Harry laughed aloud and grabbed her in a tight embrace, squeezing her with all his might.
"That's why you're the best mum."
In the end, everything was fine. The petrified students were cured. Harry was hailed as a hero throughout the school and the story of the Chamber of Secrets was known by everyone.
Chapter 5: Once When I Was Embarrassed
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PLOT! PLOT! PLOT! YES, THINGS ARE MOVING NOW!
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Chapter 5
Once When I Was Embarrassed
13 Years Old
Harry woke up with a silent yawn. His face, as usual, snuggled into his mum's chest. One hand of his was coiled around her waist while his leg was sandwiched between her hips.
It wasn't anything new.
This was how he usually woke up every morning since he was a kid. But for the last few days, this normal situation was having strange effects on him.
He was hard down there.
He felt a pleasant sensation bloom inside him at being so close to his mum's sexy body.
He, of course, knew that it was all due to hormones, thanks to the embarrassing sex talk his mum had given him a few months ago. But he couldn't believe how absurd these hormones made him feel. He had been sharing his mum's bed since he was a small child but never before had he felt this unique and great sensation.
He had never been bombarded with dirty thoughts about his own mum before. But now here they were, niggling in his mind and occupying all of his thoughts.
He could feel her squishy breast against his face. If he concentrated hard enough, he could even feel her nipple through the fabric.
He turned his head up and saw her beautiful sleeping face, feeling enamoured by her pouty pink lips. Her slender pale neck tempted him to bury his face in there and kiss her skin until it was red and raw. His gaze then shifted to her shoulder, on one of the straps of her nightie.
He wetted his lips. It wouldn't be too bad if he slipped the thin noodle string down her shoulder, right?
With a trembling hand and his eyes set on her face, he gripped the strap between his fingers and slowly started moving it down her arm.
His gaze lurched to her chest. The nightie was loose enough that it wasn't much work to move the thin strap down.
He gasped silently. Her one boob spilled out of the nightie as soon as the strap was down to her elbow.
He couldn't breathe, his heart was hammering against his chest, and his erection was throbbing in discomfort inside his shorts. Ignoring the strange urge to ground his boner against his mother's hips, he drank in the sight of her flesh.
Her tit was amazing. It was big and round, yet it retained its beautiful teardrop shape. And he knew from just the sight that it was firm too. Her nipple was a dark pink protrusion standing between a circle of the puffed-up light pink areola.
His hand was shaking as it went near her beautiful boob, seeking to feel the wonderful mound of flesh in his palm, to squeeze it in his grasp. But just before he could touch her, an amused voice scared the shit out of him.
Fuck, in his eagerness to ogle his mum's breast, he had forgotten to keep an eye on her face.
"Good morning, little knight. I thought it was your duty to safeguard my dignity. But here you are, shamelessly exploiting it."
Harry's face turned an impressive shade of scarlet as he quickly scooted back and looked up fearfully at her.
"I can explain. It is the wrackspurts. They fly around your head and confuse you. It's not my fault. It's all wrackspurts, I swear." Harry defended quickly. But even to his own ears, it sounded weak.
His mum's lips curved into a smirk as she pulled the strap over her shoulder, hiding her bare breast.
Harry stifled a groan and looked on with disappointment as the beautiful mound was hidden again by the nightie.
"Oh, is that one of Luna's imaginary animals?" She chuckled, remembering having heard about it. She kissed him soundly on his forehead as usual.
Harry was deeply embarrassed at being caught but gave her the morning kiss on the cheek. Although in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but ask himself how her lips would feel on his.
"Now Harry, we are going to have a serious talk. Sit in front of me. And don't worry, you are not in any trouble." She said with a kind motherly smile.
She sat up and tucked her legs beneath her.
Harry reluctantly took a seat opposite her in the bed.
"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. It was inevitable. I'm surprised that it took you so long to get interested in the female body. I knew that it was going to happen long before. You are now growing, Harry, you will feel these totally normal urges. But you should know when to control it and when to let loose. Touching any girl without her express permission is a big no. Never do that again." She explained patiently.
Harry nodded, not able to meet her eyes. She heaved a sigh and cupped his face so he had no choice but to look at her.
"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not angry or anything. As I said, I had expected it to happen. We do sleep in the same bed after all. And it's here where you'll see more skin and womanly curves than anywhere else for a while. I do like to think that I'm a little beautiful, so being tempted to grope me even though I'm your mother isn't that big of a deal. Don't sweat it." She said with a soft smile, caressing his cheek with her thumb.
Harry looked incredulous.
"Little beautiful? Seriously, you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I haven't seen anyone more gorgeous than you. You still look like you are 20 years old when in fact you are in your 30s. How can you say 'little beautiful'?" Harry asked in a deadpan tone.
She giggled and enfolded him in her arms. Wrapping his own hands around her neck, he tried bravely not to notice her voluptuous boobs squashed against his chest. That was a losing battle. He was blushing at the sensation of her firm tits on his chest. It was amazing how warm and soft it was.
"My little knight does know how to flatter his mum and make her very incredibly happy." She pulled back and gave him a loud kiss on his cheek, not noticing or ignoring his tomato-red face.
Harry's blush somehow darkened some more when her soft lips touched his cheek. He tried not to imagine how her lips would fit with his own. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the naughty thoughts.
"Good morning, mum. I'm going to take a shower now." Harry smiled at her and climbed off the bed, his hands in front of him, hiding the bulge in his shorts.
"Slow and soft thrusts, sweetie. Don't be too fast and don't grip it too tightly. You are also free to imagine me naked for help. I won't mind." She advised him with a straight face, curling her fingers around an invisible cylinder and pumping it.
"MUM!" Harry yelled in shock and mortification before quickly fleeing.
Lily couldn't hold her laughter anymore and burst into amused giggles.
"That was the best laugh I had in years." She smiled lovingly, rubbing the tears out of her eyes.
That became a fond memory for his mum while he cringed at the mere thought of it.
Since then, Harry did his best not to grope his mum anymore.
He had even asked her if it was finally time to part and sleep in different beds. But she had shaken her head insistently and pulled him possessively against her, hating the thought of him being away for the entire night.
It was really difficult for him to not get tempted to cop a feel.
Due to their sleeping positions, his one leg was always buried between her hips. Only a little push and his knee could even touch her womanhood. He even knew that his mother didn't wear anything under the nightie. Also, his face was always snuggled into her chest, only a thin fabric keeping his mouth away from her alluring nipples. Not to mention that his arm was always on the curve of her waist. Just a little shift and his hand could creep under the nightie and fondle her round arse.
But he was a boy who tried to follow his mum's orders religiously, so he didn't do anything inappropriate to her whenever he woke up beside her.
Chapter 6: Once When I Was Heartbroken
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Last updated on 5 Jan, 2023
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Chapter 6
Once When I Was Heartbroken
He was with his mum, in her teacher's quarters, helping her grade the papers.
It would have been a touching sight if Harry was helping her of his own free will.
He wasn't a willing helper though, he was doing it because he was in detention. Yes, Harry Potter, the Hogwarts Prodigy, had been given detention.
"Harry, are you going to tell me why Professor McGonagall has given you detention with me?" Lily questioned him from the other side of the desk, pushing aside the papers and putting her elbows on the table.
Harry sighed as he pushed away his own towering stack of papers and looked up into her concerned green eyes.
"I may have sent a couple of seventh-year students to the infirmary. And they might be injured enough to stay there for a few days." He grumbled unrepentantly.
"What? Did you fight? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" She asked worriedly, straightening up in her chair.
Harry shook his head and offered her a crooked grin.
"Do you really think a group of seventh-years could even touch my hair? It was a straight-up slaughter, they fell like flies." He said angrily, though it wasn't directed at her.
"Harry, what happened?" She questioned again, leaning forward on her elbows. She hadn't seen him so angry in… ever. Honestly, her son was a pretty laid-back boy. He never picked fights with anyone, opting to lose himself in books or play with his only best friend, Luna. She was very curious to know why his temper had changed.
He kept quiet for a minute and when she thought he wouldn't reveal his reasons, he finally spoke up.
"They were talking dirty about you. 'I feel like fucking that delicious arse of Mrs. Potter whenever she bends down in the class'. One boy had said crudely while the others snickered. I would have ignored them if they hadn't continued."
"'She shouldn't be that hard to get, honestly, she's been alone for more than a decade after her husband's death. Just the sight of my cock would get her on her knees to worship me. And then maybe we can gangbang her delicious body after I make her my slut. You can take her arse, I can take her pussy and David can use her mouth. We can stuff her full and fill her up.' Hearing that, I blew up." Harry quoted and then threw his arms up in anger and annoyance.
Lily sighed in resignation and gave him a fond look.
"And now I can finally see how they ended up in the infirmary. Look, Harry, I know it is my fault that you grew isolated from the world and away from boys your own age, so I'll enlighten you on how the world works.
"The boys didn't actually do anything wrong. Most boys their age have only one thing in mind, sex. And they all talk about their beautiful teachers in that way. They were just dreaming and fantasising which is quite common for teenagers."
"There's even a particular kink about the forbidden relationship between a teacher and student which we won't go into in detail now or ever. Honestly, it was totally normal for them even if they were a bit crude and rude."
"They weren't really going to do anything. They were just horny teenagers thinking of exciting ways to jerk off. And they have the freedom to do whatever they want to do with an imaginary version of me. It is not a crime, or a problem unless they step out of line and mix the imaginary and real world that they haven't done yet." She lectured him sternly, but also sympathetically.
Harry gave her a confused look.
"Really?"
"Really." She nodded with a kind smile.
Harry groaned and dropped his face in his hands.
"I'm not going to apologise though." He huffed, his voice came out muffled due to his embarrassed face hidden in his hands.
"Of course. They shouldn't have discussed their fantasies when you were nearby." She chuckled sweetly and stood up. She went around the desk and stood behind Harry's chair. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him and placed her chin atop his shoulder, nudging his cheek.
"Now, will you finally help me finish this paperwork so we can go to dinner in the Great Hall?" she asked amusedly, kissing his cheek and snuggling in his neck.
"Why not?" He shrugged and spent the next hour helping her. He dropped in many jokes between work to make her laugh and relax. He loved how her eyes always lit up whenever she laughed or was happy.
Harry finally realised that it wasn't just hormones that made him desire her.
He really loved her.
He loved her with utmost devotion, and his sexual desire for her was more than just hormones. She was the only woman he had known for the first eleven years of his life.
He couldn't imagine his life without her, he couldn't imagine another girl for himself.
He couldn't imagine adding anyone else to the family. Since he was little, the only family he had known was her, and now he knew that he didn't like the idea of introducing anyone else into this small two-member family.
It had always been her and him. And he wanted it to remain that way forever.
"Harry, are you okay?" She asked, noticing his sad eyes.
Apparently, his eyes were brimming with tears.
"I'm fine." He quickly said, wiping his eyes and giving her a small fake smile.
Lily instantly knew that he was hiding something from her. But she didn't press him as she wanted to. He always talked about his troubles with her and he would do so when he was ready.
For Harry, along with the big realisation came immense sadness. He knew his mum would never see him as a partner.
He was just a child to her.
He was just her little knight.
She loved him, loved him more than anyone, but just not in that way.
Maybe he was twisted, maybe he was broken to love his own mum in that way. Maybe it was his mother's fault due to his unique upbringing, but one thing was for sure.
He loved his mum.
He loved her so much that he couldn't love anyone else.
It was depressing that he was destined to be brokenhearted for his whole life. That he was destined to love a woman who would never return his feelings.
He was tempted to break down crying just to feel her loving soft embrace. He was tempted to walk to her and pull her into a searing kiss so she would know that he loved her.
He knew his mother. She would just smile kindly and kiss him back, giving him his every wish.
He knew that if he asked, she would undress instantly and have sex with him there and then.
Because Lily Potter never denied him anything.
She would do anything for him.
That was a fact.
But he didn't have the heart to demand that from her. He wouldn't love touching her if she didn't like that. He wouldn't want to make love to her only because she felt it was her responsibility to provide him with his every wish.
"Harry, what is it?" His mum's concerned voice came from behind.
She was standing behind him with her hand placed on his head.
Apparently, her paperwork was done and it was time to go to dinner.
Harry abruptly stood up from the chair and threw his arms around her. He pulled her tight against him, as tight as he could. She gasped at the strangling hold but didn't fight it back.
He loved the pleasant sensation of her soft curvy body squashed against his and buried his nose in her warm slender neck.
His mum was quick to understand his distress and wrapped her own arms around his neck.
"What is the problem, sweetie? Tell me what is making you so sad." She asked worriedly when she felt his tears on her neck.
Harry didn't say anything in return and just kept hugging her.
Her own eyes stung with unshed tears.
Why was Harry so sad? He was just laughing and joking a few minutes ago. What happened to him? She felt her chest ache at seeing him cry. Her beautiful and kind Harry was in terrible despair. And it hurt her like nothing else.
Her pain and sadness were slowly overtaken by a different feeling.
Rage.
She was angry, she would have her revenge on whoever hurt him. No one was allowed to hurt her Harry.
Her grip on his head tightened as she pulled his face down against her breasts and away from her neck.
She knew Harry loved the soft feeling of her chest on his face. He had always liked that.
Even after so many years, their sleeping position hadn't changed a bit. Since he was little, the sensation of her soft bosom was able to make him all calm and relaxed. It had always made him quiet and smiley. And that was the reason why his face was always snuggled into her breasts when they slept. It soothed his mind and took all his worries away. She didn't think that he was even consciously aware of that.
She hoped that this familiar feeling of her breasts would make him relax again.
Harry stiffened for a second when his mother led his face onto her big gorgeous soft boobs.
Then, he understood her motive as he felt his worries and sorrow melt away. He smiled softly into her chest, breathing its warmness through his nose.
She always knew how to calm him. She was just perfect in every way.
Maybe even if his heart was destined to be broken, he was hopeful that her motherly love was enough to fill his soul with warmth. He pulled back after a minute and saw her worried face. After wiping his tears, he grinned at her.
"Sorry for being a crybaby. I just had this sudden dreadful feeling that there'll come a day when you won't be able to love me back." Harry said the truth misleadingly.
His mum's eyes widened comically and she gave him the sternest look.
She cupped his face in her hands.
"Never. My infinite love for you'll never change. I'll be with you forever." She whispered with a soft smile.
He smiled warmly at her and stepped closer, so her body was flushed against his. With one hand he held her face and the other snaked around her slim waist, pulling her tight against his.
"I know. It was just a stupid fear." He whispered back with a melancholic smile as they were joined from the hip to the chest. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers.
Lily felt her heart beat faster. She felt her face heat up as his breath warmed her lips. She instinctively closed her eyes not knowing what was happening or what she was expecting.
She opened them when she felt his soft lips on her cheek. She ignored the burning disappointment and matched his smile.
After that, they went to the Great Hall for dinner.
Lily felt that she should have done something more. She felt she had made a grave mistake and had missed some change.
Her gaze was on her son's pensive face throughout the dinner.
Somewhere deep in her heart, the previously hopeless part was hopeful now.
She was an emotional mess.
She didn't know what was happening in her heart.
Why did his melancholic smile hurt her so much as if he had given up on something precious?
Why did his melancholic smile stick in her mind as if taunting her, hurting her, and yet filling her with hope at the same time?
The next day, everything went back to normal. He was back to his excitable behaviour and she was back to teasing him and embarrassing him.
Though both knew that something had changed irrevocably.
Still, they ignored it and did their best at acting as if nothing had changed.
The Third Year passed quickly with nothing out of the ordinary happening except the change in the feelings of two people.
One who had given up and hid his love in the deepest part of his soul, and another who was hoping that her love could be returned similarly. That her hope and that magical moment weren't just imaginary, where she had seen unbridled desire and love in her son's eyes at his weakest moment.