The Burrow
7:30 AM
The sun is rising on the horizon.
Harry comes down the stairs from the smell of breakfast from Molly. The smell is incredible. Molly is the best cook in the wizarding world.
He enters the kitchen to see Ginny standing there pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
"Good morning," She says to Harry.
"Morning" He replies back to her.
"Sleep well?" She asks.
"mhmm" He responds back.
Harry looking around the kitchen table he saw George, Fred, Arthur and Hermione. Ginny poured Harry a glass of orange juice and set the glass in front of him.
"I am going to miss this" He said with a smile.
"What?" She asks him.
"The Burrow" He responds.
"Well you will always have a place here at the Burrow." She said to Harry, She was glad to see him so happy.
"Thank you Ginny," He said, smiling at her.
"Here you go" Molly said, she put a plate down in front of Harry with eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns.
"Molly, you know I am going to miss your cooking so much when I leave here." He says smiling at her.
"Good morning to everyone, Sorry I'm late." Ron said, coming into the kitchen.
"You're just in time for breakfast." Arthur said.
Ron sat down next to Harry and Ginny poured himself a glass of juice. Molly sat a plate down in front of him like she did for Harry.
"Well Ron" said Arthur, "Are you ready for the start of school tomorrow?"
"Yes." He replied back with a clear lack of excitement .
"You will be fine. Your mother and I have faith in you." Arthur replied back to Ron. "We have faith in all of you."
"Well it's time to get going" Molly said while locking the clock on the wall.
"I am ready" Hermione said as she grabbed her things and walked out the back door with Ron and Ginny. With George, Fred, Molly, Arthur and Harry following them to the taxi cars.
Mr Weasley had braved the telephone in the village Post Office to order three ordinary Muggle taxis to take them into London.
'Arthur tried to borrow Ministry cars for us,' Mrs Weasley whispered to Harry as they stood in the rain-washed yard, watching the taxi drivers heaving six heavy Hogwarts trunks into their cars. 'But there weren't any to spare … oh dear, they don't look happy, do they?'
Harry didn't like to tell Mrs Weasley that Muggle taxi drivers rarely transported over-excited owls, and Pigwidgeon was making an ear-splitting racket. Nor did it help that a number of Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks went off unexpectedly when Fred's trunk sprang open, causing the driver carrying it to yell with fright and pain as Crookshanks clawed his way up the man's leg.
The journey was uncomfortable, owing to the fact that they were jammed in the back of the taxis with their trunks. Crookshanks took quite a while to recover from the fireworks, and by the time they entered London, Harry, Ron and Hermione were all severely scratched. They were very relieved to get out at King's Cross.
After they all got out of the car to stretch their legs from their long journey into London. They all began to walk towards the 9 and 3/4 platform. They had a good time so before entering the platform Harry said "I will go to the toilet, can you look after my luggage?" to Ron.
"Yeah sure," Ron answered. "Don't take long or you'll miss the train"
Harry entered the bathroom and looking around at his reflection in the mirror, Harry walked into a stall. Harry did his thing, he was about to exit his stall when he was pushed in again by Molly. Harry looked at her, she smiled at him and closed the door. "I hear you were talking about missing the Burrow, I want you to know you are always welcome there." she says softly to Harry.
She walks up to Harry, she has her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. She tied her red hair back in a ponytail and dropped to her knees.
She moved her hands to Harry's pants and began to unbutton them. "You do realize that if we are not quick then we will miss the train," She said to him.
He reached down pulling his cock out of his pants. Harry looked down, her hand rested on her lap while she gaped and stretched out her tongue. Harry laid his cock on her tongue before beginning to slide it down her trained throat.
Harry was the only boy in the room, he felt so powerful as the only boy as he pulled out and pushed her mouth on his cock. Harry felt good his cock was throbbing as he felt it touch the back of her throat. She sucked his cock, her throat worked her tongue as Harry fucked her face.
He looked down at her sucking him off, he began to thrust his cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth hard, the sound of gagging filled the bathroom. She had a tear in her eyes as he fucked her mouth. She hollowed her mouth and a noticeable bulge in her throat showed, she was swallowing his cock whole. The sound of her sucking filled the bathroom as Harry fucked Molly's mouth.
"Harry," She said softly "I am going to have a hard time leaving your cock alone now." She says with a smile and a lick of her lips.
He felt her tongue on the base of his cock as he fucked her. She started moaning at the feeling of his cock in her mouth. His thrusts became faster, the bulge of his cock showed in her neck. He thrust his cock down her throat before pulling out to let her breath.
"This is taking too long" she said and got up bending over against the stall door, pulling down her white panties and flicking up her long dress.
Harry looked at her fat ass cheeks "where do you want it?" he said, stepping up and laying it between her cheeks.
"Doesn't matter, pick the one you want" She said with a grin. He began to spit in his hand, rubbing it down his cock before placing it against her tight hole. Harry pushed his cock in her ass, her head came back as it stretched her asshole.
"I was not expecting it to be this tight after all the sex we had" he said as he slid his cock into Molly.
She began to say something but was cut off by the moan she let out.
He began to move his cock inside Molly, she pushed back against him, he moaned. "This is amazing Molly."
"Yes it is," She moaned.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice echoed through the bathroom.
"I'll be out in a moment" He called back as he thrust his cock deep into Molly.
"Don't take too long or we will miss the train." She said,
"Ahh fuck yeah, don't stop Harry."
Harry grinned as he began to fuck her harder, she pushed her ass back against him. His hands held her hips as he fucked her tight asshole. He thrust hard into her ass, he pushed in so hard his balls slapped against her clit. He watched as his cock slid in and out of Molly's asshole. He heard a gasp as his balls slapped against her pussy. She pushed her ass back into him as he fucked her tight ass.
The sound of slapping filled the bathroom, she felt good Harry moaned at the feeling of Molly's ass around his cock. He looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her ass.
He looked at Molly's ass, it was a massive round globe, he grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread it wide and thrust his cock deep inside her ass. She gasped at the feeling of being stretched wide open by his hands and cock.
She loved the feeling of being used by him. Molly's pussy clenched as the orgasm grew inside her body. He watched as she clenched around his cock. She began to shake as an orgasm hit her.
The orgasm hit Molly like a freight train, she fell forward on the door with a grunt. He felt her ass tighten around his cock that made him cum.
Harry felt his balls tighten as he began to cum.
"Fuck, Molly I'm cumming"
"Yes Harry, fill my ass with your cum." She moaned as he cummed deep into her asshole.
Harry shot his hot load deep inside Molly's ass. His cum felt good in her asshole, she moaned at the orgasm that hit her again. He looked at his cock still in her ass. The cum began to leak out of her asshole.
She stood up, he pulled his cock out of her ass. Cum leaked out of her as she turned around to Harry with a smile. "Now we should hurry before we miss the train" She said looking down at the cum dripping from her asshole.
When he got back to the group, Molly wasn't around anymore but Ginny was waiting on him with a smile. "Come on, we have to go." She said, rushing down the platform.
Harry grabs his luggage and begins chasing after Ginny through the platforms of King's Cross station. They finally come to a brick wall between platforms nine and ten. Percy was about to run through the brick wall. Ron and Harry followed after him. They walked through the brick wall into Platform 9 3/4. The platform was filled with wizards and witches and their families. Harry followed Percy to the train.
The Hogwarts Express, a gleaming scarlet steam engine, was already there, clouds of steam billowing from it, through which the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform appeared like dark ghosts. Pigwidgeon became noisier than ever in response to the hooting of many owls through the mist. Harry, Ron and Hermione set off to find seats, and were soon stowing their luggage in a compartment halfway along the train. But Mrs Weasley only smiled and waved. Before the train had rounded the corner, she, Bill and Charlie had Disapparated.
Harry, Ron and Hermione went back to their compartment. The thick rain splattering the windows made it very difficult to see out of them. Ron undid his trunk, pulled out his maroon dress robes, and flung them over Pigwidgeon's cage to muffle his hooting.
'Bagman wanted to tell us what's happening at Hogwarts,' he said grumpily, sitting down next to Harry. 'At the World Cup, remember? But my own mother won't say. Wonder what –'
'Shh!' Hermione whispered suddenly, pressing her finger to her lips and pointing towards the compartment next to theirs. Harry and Ron listened, and heard a familiar drawling voice drifting in through the open door.
'… Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, you know. He knows the Headmaster, you see. Well, you know his opinion of Dumbledore – the man's such a Mudblood-lover – and Durmstrang doesn't admit that sort of riff-raff. But Mother didn't like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not just the defensive rubbish we do …'
Hermione got up, tiptoed to the compartment door, and slid it shut, blocking out Malfoy's voice.
'So he thinks Durmstrang would have suited him, does he?' she said angrily. 'I wish he had gone, then we wouldn't have had to put up with him.'
'Durmstrang's another wizarding school?' said Harry.
'Yes,' said Hermione sniffily, 'and it's got a horrible reputation. According to An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe, it puts a lot of emphasis on the Dark Arts.'
'I think I've heard of it,' said Ron vaguely. 'Where is it? What country?'
'Well, nobody knows, do they?' said Hermione, raising her eyebrows.
'Er – why not?' said Harry.
'There's traditionally been a lot of rivalry between all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons like to conceal their whereabouts so nobody can steal their secrets,' said Hermione matter-of-factly.
'Come off it,' said Ron, starting to laugh. 'Durmstrang has to be about the same size as Hogwarts, how are you going to hide a dirty great castle?'
'But Hogwarts is hidden,' said Hermione, in surprise, 'everyone knows that … well, everyone who's read Hogwarts: A History, anyway.'
'Just you, then,' said Ron. 'So go on – how d'you hide in a place like Hogwarts?'
'It's bewitched,' said Hermione. 'If a Muggle looks at it, all they see is a mouldering old ruin with a sign over the entrance saying DANGER, DO NOT ENTER, UNSAFE.'
'So Durmstrang I'll just look like a ruin to an outsider, too?'
'Maybe,' said Hermione, shrugging, 'or it might have Muggle-Repelling Charms on it, like the World Cup Stadium. And to keep foreign wizards from finding it, they'll have made it Unplottable –'
'Come again?'
'Well, you can enchant a building so it's impossible to plot on a map, can't you?'
'Er … if you say so,' said Harry.
'But I think Durmstrang must be somewhere in the far north,' said Hermione thoughtfully.
'Somewhere very cold, because they've got fur capes as part of their uniforms.'
'Ah, think of the possibilities,' said Ron dreamily. 'It would've been so easy to push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident … shame his mother likes him …'
It began to rain heavier and heavier as the train moved further north. The sky was so dark and the windows so steamy that the lanterns were lit by midday. The lunch trolley came rattling along the corridor, and Harry bought a large stack of Cauldron Cakes for them to share.
Several of their friends looked in on them as the afternoon progressed, including Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom, a round-faced, extremely forgetful boy who had been brought up by his formidable witch of a grandmother. Seamus was still wearing his Ireland rosette. Some of its magic seemed to be wearing off now; it was still squeaking 'Troy! Mullet! Moran!', but in a very feeble and exhausted sort of way. After half an hour or so, Hermione, growing tired of the endless Quidditch talk, buried herself once more in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, and started trying to learn a Summoning Charm.