The Burrow
2:30 PM
The sun is shining with very few clouds.
It's the last day of summer vacation. Tomorrow they will leave on the train to Hogwarts. Harry had just come from the bathroom after showering. He was the first to shower after the quidditch match this morning. Harry was on a team with Ginny and Ron; they played Fred, George and Bill that were visiting this weekend. They won the match. Harry had won it with a spectacular dive.
After getting dressed he walked downstairs into the kitchen where Molly was making lunch and talked to Arthur who worked on figuring out how a muggle wall clock worked and when he turned the corner into the living room where Hermione laid on the couch in jeans and a blouse. She laid on her stomach a read "The Art of Transfiguration". Harry knew that she loved to read and always did that in her free time. She was very smart and always had a book with her.
Harry could not help to notice how good she looked. And from this view he saw her nice round tits, not big, but nice and round. She had a cute button nose and long brown hair and big brown eyes. But her bum was really plump and looked very soft.
"Hey Harry" She said as she looked up from her book and saw Harry standing over her. "What are you doing?" she said, still looking at him. Her eyes had fallen on his crotch. His thick cock was slightly visible through his jeans. Harry had a lot of attention to it after the last year had been known as the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world. He also knew that he was not the only one who noticed her new appearance. Ron had talked about her behind her back. He had said that she looked more grown up now, and that she was showing some cleavage.
"Nothing just standing here, why are you not doing anything today?" Harry said back.
"I wanted to finish this book before tomorrow, so that was keeping me busy" She said, still looking at his crotch. Her eyes kept falling on it.
Harry noticed that Hermione was looking at him more than at the notes.
"Is something wrong Hermione, why are you looking at me like that?" He ask. She blushed and looked away.
"No," She said and gulped slightly.
"Well you can look at me if you want" He said with a grin. With that she heard something rip behind her, looking back she saw that Harry used a wandless spell that ripped the part of the jeans covering her ass in half exposing her bare ass.
"No panties, I see," Harry said with a grin.
"Is there any point with you around?" she said in a sarcastic tone.
Harry moved on her so he sat on the back of her thighs just under her butt.
"Harry what are you doing, anyone can walk in on her at any moment" she said as she became more irradiated.
"I guess we will have to be quiet and quick" he said while pulling down his zipper and pulling out his cock, it was already hard.
"Harry stop it" She said as she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Are you sure?" He said while stroking himself.
"Yes," She said.
"You can't Harry, not right here" She said.
"Is it because you don't want to or are you just scared that someone finds out that the quiet bookworm likes getting fucked in public" He said and began kissing her neck as he grabbed his cock in the hand, he began rubbing it against her asshole. His cock was now fully erect, he couldn't hold back any more. He pushed it in her ass hole. It took a few seconds before he was able to get in all the way.
"God, it's good Hermione, fuck you are tight, almost as tight as Tonks ass" He said between deep breathes as he started fucking her slowly.
"No,we have not done anal yet" She said, her pussy had got used to his big cock but she was gonna be really sore. Her asshole was not used to that at all.
"God Harry that's so good" She moaned, he pushed slowly in her ass and slowly out. He could hear the wet sounds coming out of her ass. He looked up at the door, anyone could walk in now, he knew he had to hurry. He began to thrust a bit harder into her ass. It was like he was hitting her in the G spot through her ass, she could feel it.
"I am gonna scream" She said quietly.
"If you scream everyone is going to know" He said in a low voice as he thrust into her ass again.
She had to keep quite as Harry fucked her, it was so hard to not moan. Her orgasm hit her as she was fucked by the cock of the man she loved more than anything. She was in love with him. She had been in love with him for almost five years, but he had never seen her in a romantic way. She had accepted it, but that didn't mean that she didn't want to be with him, she wanted to be.
Harry kept fucking her through her orgasm. He could feel her tighten around his cock. He knew he couldn't last much longer. And he felt the orgasm coming and pushed into her deeper as he came, filling her tight ass with his load. When he came down from his orgasm he stood up and saw that his cum coming from her ass. His cock slipped out of her ass and cum bubbled up from her asshole. Harry looked at Hermione, she had a wet spot on her pants.
They both knew that they had to get cleaned up before someone found them.
Hermione stood up with Harry's cum still dripping from her. Harry and Hermione looked at each other. They both knew that someone could have seen them.
"Let's get cleaned up before anyone sees us" She said quickly and reached for her wand to repair her jeans with a spell.
Harry grabbed his cock that was still hard, and put it back into his pants.
When they had finished cleaning themselves up, they sat down on the couch again. Ron walked into the room.
"Well done in the quidditch match Harry" Ron said completely oblivious to what just went down.
"Yeah, it was a really good game," Harry said.
Hermione wanted to say something, but she didn't know what so she remained silent.
"Ron what are you going to do later?" Harry asked.
"Well I don't know, maybe Fred and I will play a game of wizard chess if he is in a good mood" He said looking out of the window.
Then they heard Molly call out to say the dinner was ready. They stood up and walked to the dining table.
When entering the kitchen the smell of shepherd's pie hit them. She had cooked up a feast as it was their last day before going to hogwarts. The whole family was in the kitchen, everyone was talking about how they had spent the day.
After a long dinner it was getting late. Harry helped Molly clean the dishes and the rest of the family enjoyed each other's company in the living room in front of the open fire. After the dishes were done they spent a little time with the rest of the family in the living room before Harry excused himself, he was really tired and was going to bed.
Harry walked up the stairs to his room too. He brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas before laying down to go to sleep.
"Dreaming"
Frank, a man looking to be nearing his seventy-seventh birthday, very deaf, his bad leg stiffer than ever. Frank awoke one night in August, and saw something very odd up at the old house. It was Frank's bad leg that woke him; it was paining him worse than ever in his old age. He got up and limped downstairs into the kitchen, with the idea of re-filling his ot-water bottle to ease the stiffness in his knee. Standing at the sink, filling the kettle, he looked up at the Riddle House and saw lights glimmering in its upper windows.
Frank had no telephone. He put down the kettle at once, hurried back upstairs as fast as his bad leg would allow, and was soon back in his kitchen, fully dressed and removing a rusty old key from its hook by the door. He picked up his walking stick, which was propped against the wall, and set off into the night.
The front door of the Riddle House bore no sign of being forced, and nor did any of the windows. Frank limped around to the back of the house until he reached a door almost completely hidden by ivy, took out the old key, put it into the lock and opened the door noiselessly.
He had let himself into the cavernous kitchen. Frank had not entered it for many years; nevertheless, although it was very dark, he remembered where the door into the hall was, and he groped his way towards it, his nostrils full of the smell of decay, ears pricked for any sound of footsteps or voices from overhead. He reached the hall, which was a little lighter owing to the large mullioned windows either side of the front door, and started to climb the stairs, blessing the dust which lay thick upon the stone, because it muffled the sound of his feet and stick. the landing, Frank turned right, and saw at once where the intruders were: at the very end of the passage a door stood ajar, and a flickering light shone through the gap, casting a long sliver of gold across the black floor. Frank edged closer and closer, grasping his walking stick firmly. Several feet from the entrance, he was able to see a narrow slice of the room beyond.
The fire, he now saw, had been lit in the grate. This surprised him. He stopped moving and listened intently, for a man's voice spoke within the room; it sounded timid and fearful.
'There is a little more in the bottle, my Lord, if you are still hungry.'
'Later,' said a second voice. This, too, belonged to a man – but it was strangely high-pitched, and cold as a sudden blast of icy wind. Something about that voice made the sparse hairs on the back of Frank's neck stand up. 'Move me closer to the fire, Wormtail.'
Frank turned his right ear towards the door, the better to hear. There came the chink of a bottle being put down upon some hard surface, and then the dull scraping noise of a heavy chair being dragged across the floor. Frank caught a glimpse of a small man, his back to the door, pushing the chair into place. He was wearing a long black cloak, and there was a bald patch at the back of his head. Then he disappeared from sight again.
'Where is Nagini?' said the cold voice.
'I – I don't know, my Lord,' said the first voice nervously. 'She set out to explore the house, I think …'
Brow furrowed, Frank inclined his good ear still closer to the door, listening very hard. There was a pause, and then the man called Wormtail spoke again.
'My Lord, may I ask how long we are going to stay here?'
'A week,' said the cold voice. 'Perhaps longer. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet. It would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over.'
Frank inserted a gnarled finger into his ear and rotated it. Owing, no doubt, to a build-up of earwax, he had heard the word 'Quidditch', which was not a word at all.
'The – the Quidditch World Cup, my Lord?' said Wormtail. (Frank dug his finger still more vigorously into his ear.) 'Forgive me, but – I do not understand – why should we wait until the World Cup is over?'
'Because, fool, at this very moment wizards are pouring into the country from all over the world, and every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, on the watch for signs of unusual activity, checking and double-checking identities. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice anything. So we wait.'
Frank stopped trying to clear his ear out. He had distinctly heard the words 'Ministry of Magic', 'wizards' and 'Muggles'. Plainly, each of these expressions meant something secret, and Frank could think of only two sorts of people who would speak in code – spies and criminals. Frank tightened his hold on his walking stick once more, and listened more closely still.
'Your Lordship is still determined, then?' Wormtail said quietly.
'Certainly I am determined, Wormtail.' There was a note of menace in the cold voice now.
'I am no stronger, and a few days alone would be enough to rob me of the little health I have regained under your clumsy care. Silence!'
Wormtail, who had been spluttering incoherently, fell silent at once. For a few seconds, Frank could hear nothing but the fire crackling. Then the second man spoke once more, in a whisper that was almost a hiss.
'I have my reasons for using the boy, as I have already explained to you, and I will use no other. I have waited thirteen years. A few more months will make no difference. As for the protection surrounding the boy, I believe my plan will be effective. All that is needed is a little courage from you, Wormtail – courage you will find, unless you wish to feel the full extent of Lord Voldemort's wrath –'
Out in the corridor, Frank suddenly became aware that the hand gripping his walking stick was slippery with sweat. He was planning more murders – this boy, Harry Potter, whoever he was – was in danger –
Frank knew what he must do. Now, if ever, was the time to go to the police. He would creep out of the house and head straight for the telephone box in the village …
'One more curse … my faithful servant at Hogwarts … Harry Potter is as good as mine, Wormtail. It is decided. There will be no more argument. But quiet … I think I hear Nagini …'
And then Frank heard movement behind him in the dark passageway. He turned to look behind him, and found himself paralysed with fright.
Something was slithering towards him along the dark corridor floor, and as it drew nearer to the sliver of firelight, he realised with a thrill of terror that it was a gigantic snake, at least twelve feet long. Horrified, transfixed, Frank stared at it as its undulating body cut a wide, curving track through the thick dust on the floor, coming closer and closer – what was he to do? The only means of escape was into the room where two men sat plotting murder, yet if he stayed where he was the snake would surely kill him –
"Dream ending"
Two hundred miles away, Harry Potter woke up with a start.
Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.
He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on and his bedroom became clearer.
Harry slowly got out of bed seeing Ron packing down the last of his things, he stood up walking down to the scent of breakfast.