A Simple Change of Mind By: Patronus1709
A simple change of mind turns Harry's life around. Instead of going into hiding after his escape with Buckbeak, Sirius took Harry on a summer adventure. Watch as Harry takes control of his life and matures from a boy to a man. Hogwarts was about to see a new Harry Potter. Hogwarts start at 14.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Adventure - [Harry P., Hermione G., Fleur D., Daphne G.] - Chapters: 16 - Words: 112,767 - Reviews: 111 - Favs: 1,403 - Follows: 1,868 - Updated: Apr 7, 2025 - Published: Aug 21, 2023 - id: 14269788
chapter 1
It has been a week since Harry returned from Hogwarts, and already he has finished almost all his summer homework. In his room upstairs, he was just finishing the last assignment.
For the past week, he has spent the entire day isolated in his room, working on his homework while completely ignoring his so-called family because he does not want anything to do with them.
He only leaves the room to use the restroom, and when it comes to food, he does not have to worry because last year he had bonded with Dobby, who had been pleading with him to do so.
Harry was glad he did because the elf now brings him food on a regular basis, making Harry's life at Dursley much easier.
However, interacting with Dursley was not the only reason he wasn't leaving his room; it was also the fact that looking at their faces reminded him how close he was to leaving this shithole and being with someone who cared about him.
Harry tried to forget the moment when Sirius asked him to come with him because it hurts him to think about how close he was to freedom with Sirius, which he could not achieve because of his own fault for showing mercy to his parents' betrayer.
The regret weighed heavily on Harry's shoulders as he replayed the conversation with Sirius over and over in his mind.
He could not help but wonder what his life would be like now if he had made a different choice and the rat had not escaped. Would he be living a life of adventure and excitement, free from the constant torment of Dursley? It was a painful thought, one that he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried.
Harry sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair after finishing his last sentence and laying down his quill. The weight of his past decisions and the uncertainties of his future pressed heavily on him.
As he stared out the window, his thoughts wandered to the brief moments he had spent with Sirius. The possibility of what could have been gnawed at him filled him with a mixture of regret and longing.
Harry realised, with a heavy heart, that he would never truly know what his life would have been like had things gone differently. All he could do at this point was concentrate on the here and now, make the most of the cards he was dealt, and find a way to pass the time until he could meet up with his friends and head back to Hogwarts.
Just as Harry was falling asleep, he saw a dark figure on the streets. On closer look, he was shocked to find it was a huge black dog, a very familiar dog. After pinching himself and checking to make sure he wasn't dreaming, Harry realised that the Grimm was still in the same spot.
"Sirius..."
Harry jumped out of his chair and ran as quietly as he could down the stairs, then out the front door and down the street, but surprisingly, the Grimm was nowhere to be found.
However, after hearing a noise, he turned around and found the Grimm in the same alleyway as the previous year. His heart raced as he approached the alley, cautiously stepping closer to the creature.
As he got closer, Harry could see that it was indeed Sirius, his godfather, in his Animagus form.
Harry whispered, "Sirius, is that really you?" in a trembling voice.
The enormous dog suddenly transformed into a tall, thin man, standing 6 feet tall and appearing quite weak, but Harry could tell he looked better than the last time he saw him.
"Of course, it's me, your handsome godfather, although not so much right now, but still-" Harry ran up to Sirius and pulled him into a hug, stopping him from saying anything else, and Sirius returned the hug with equal force.
They remained in the same position for a long time before Harry noticed that Sirius, who should be hiding, was here in front of him and hugging him.
"What on earth are you doing, Sirius? You should be hiding instead of being visible to everyone, like you are right now. If anyone does see you, you will be sent back to Azkaban." Harry cried out in concern and fear for his godfather.
"I'm here to see my handsome godson; what else do you think I'm here for?" Sirius said cheerfully and without fear.
Harry was baffled as to why Sirius showed no signs of fear when he should have; he fears that Sirius has finally lost his mind.
"Sirius, you can't be serious-"
"But Harry, I am Sirius."
"For fuck's sake, Sirius, this is not a funny situation. I'm worried that an auror will appear at any moment and take you back to prison or kill you right here while you act as if you don't care!" Harry screamed, having finally had enough of his stupid godfather's carefree behaviour.
"Ssh, stop shouting, or else you're going to wake everyone up." Sirius hushed Harry while looking around to make sure nobody heard them. "I'll answer all of your questions, but let's head to your room first, and then we will talk there."
Harry finally calmed down and realised that Sirius was right; there was no point in talking here, and they would be safer in his room.
"You're right; follow me, but be careful not to make any noise." Harry said.
Harry quietly entered the house, followed by Sirius. When Sirius entered Harry's room and saw the state of the cramped space, he was appalled by the state of the room his godson had been living in for nearly 17 years.
"Harry, you've lived in these rooms your entire life!" Sirius exclaimed in a voice filled with rage.
Harry shrugged and said, "Not really prior to what I had before Hogwarts; this is much better."
Knowing that his godson had previously lived in worse circumstances than this, Sirius was now even more angry and refused to even think of what could be worse than this. He was angry and guilty at the same time.
He was aware that if he hadn't been foolish enough to pursue the traitorous rat, his godson wouldn't be living in such poor condition and would instead be living in much better circumstances. His resolve to accomplish what he came here for becomes much stronger after seeing this.
Determined to make things right for his godson, Sirius pushed aside his guilt and focused on the task at hand. He now knew his decision was the right one to improve the situation and provide a better life for Harry.
With each passing moment, his determination grew, fueling his determination to make his godson live the life he deserves. Sirius was ready to fight tooth and nail to ensure that Harry's future was brighter than his past.
"Alright, Harry, I think I promised you the explanation of why I am here, didn't I?" Sirius asked, ready to explain his reasoning and hoping Harry understood why he took such a big risk by coming here.
Harry nodded, eager to learn what prompted Sirius to make such a risky decision.
Sirius took a deep breath and started speaking. "Harry, since the last time we saw each other, as you are aware, I have been hiding while travelling with Buckbeak throughout the countryside, but throughout that entire time, I have only been thinking about you. I know what you are going to say, but first, please let me finish."Harry was about to interrupt, but Sirius cut him off because he knew he would disagree due to his selflessness. Harry reluctantly nodded and allowed Sirius to continue.
"As I previously stated, the only thought that ran through my mind the entire time I was travelling was how I had betrayed my best friends, who had given me a single responsibility that I had failed to fulfil: how I had failed to protect you, Harry." Sirius's voice trembled slightly, but he continued, "Because of my stupid rash decision, you have to suffer for it; because of me, you have to live in this hellhole with people I know despise you."
Harry was shocked. "Sirius, how did you-"
"How do I know that Dursley hates you? Lily, your mother, had told us how her sister has always been jealous of her and how much Petunia hates her. Lily and James even came here to invite your aunt and her husband to their wedding, but that pig face and her oaf husband didn't even give Lily a chance to invite and shut the door on their faces." Sirius said while barely holding his anger.
Harry stared at Sirius, his mind reeling with the new information. He had always known that his aunt had a strained relationship with his mother, but he never realised just how deep her hatred ran.
The thought of his own family treating his mother with such disdain made his blood boil. He couldn't understand how anyone could despise his kind-hearted and loving mother. Anger bubbled up inside him, but he knew he had to remain calm.
Sirius, too, seemed to be struggling to keep his temper in check, but Harry was still confused.
"But Sirius, that still doesn't explain why you are here right now."
"I'm here to make things right, and I'm here to take you along with me, so we can spend our summer break away from here, away from England," Sirius solemnly said.
Harry's face was filled with shock as he looked at Sirius. He can't believe what he just heard. He was silently expecting Sirius to tell him that it was all a joke, but after a brief silence, Harry realised that Sirius was not joking.
"You mean you're here to take me on a vacation for my summer break?" Harry asked, his voice filled with disbelief and hope.
Sirius nodded, a small smile playing across his lips. "Absolutely, Harry," he replied, his voice full of sincerity. "I've been planning this for quite some time. It's time to have some fun and forget about our problems."
Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement rush through him. A whole summer away from the Dursleys and with Sirius sounded like a dream come true. He had spent years longing for a normal childhood, and now it seemed like Sirius was offering him just that.
Harry, however, was still unsure. "Sirius, believe me, I want to go with you, but what about the fact that you have Aurors looking for you? We can't go on vacation if there is a risk of you being caught, which is something I would never want."
Sirus chuckled. "Didn't I tell you we were leaving England for a vacation? Since I was sentenced to Azkaban without even a trial, the magical communities outside of England do not recognise my arrest, and I am a free man there. Even an English officer cannot arrest me because I will be protected by that country, and neither can the British Ministry do something."
Harry couldn't believe he was given the option of leaving Dursley and spending the summer with Sirius without having to worry about anything except one thing: "What about Dumbledore, Sirius? He'll be upset if I leave this house and go with you."
Sirius scowled when he heard the name Dumbledore. "Harry, you've spent nearly your entire life at this place you despise, and you've tried for the past three years to persuade Dumbledore to let you spend the summer somewhere else, but he hasn't let you. Do you still care what Dumbledore thinks, or will you do something you've always wanted to do for once? Harry, you'll be 17 this year; it's past time for you to start living your life the way you want to."
Sirius pleaded with Harry to understand. He understands that Dumbledore did not place Harry at his aunt's house, knowing he would be mistreated, but he still dislikes how Dumbledore tries to control Harry's life the way he wants.
Harry listened intently to Sirius's plea. He has always trusted and respected Dumbledore, but a part of him was frustrated by his constant control over his life. Standing up to Dumbledore and finally making a decision on his sound-liberating.
Harry made up his mind with determination in his eyes. He would break free from the shackles that Dumbledore had unintentionally placed on him and embark on a summer adventure of his own choosing.
"You're right, Sirius. It's past time for me to live my life the way I want to live it, not the way others want me to live it." Harry stated it firmly.
"Now you're speaking my language, Harry," Sirius said with a grin.
"I know," Harry chuckled, "but what should we do now?"
Sirius has a mischievous smile that Harry isn't sure is good or bad. "Now, my dear godson, we will begin our summer vacation, and for that, you should begin packing all of your belongings so that we can leave this hellhole as soon as possible." Sirius spoke with a new zeal that he had never seen in him before.
Harry nodded and began packing all of his belongings. "Okay, but do I have to pack everything? What if I have to come back here again next year?"
"Believe me, Harry, until the day I die, I will never let you come back to this place," Sirius said, his face strangely expressionless.
Seeing the state of his clothes, Sirius asked, "Are these all your clothes, Harry? They don't seem to be your size."
"No, only the Hogwarts uniform is mine, while all the casuals are Dudley's old ones," Harry replied without turning back.
Sirius was furious when he realised Harry had been wearing his fat cousin's clothes his entire life, and he couldn't take it any longer. "Harry, except for your uniform, leave all of your clothes here."
The anger in Sirius' voice confused Harry, who asked, "But if I leave all of this here, I'll have nothing else to wear."
Sirius took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, before responding, "I'll buy you some new clothes, Harry. You deserve to wear clothes that fit properly and make you feel confident. Dudley's hand-me-downs are unsuitable for someone like you." Harry looked up at Sirius, his eyes filled with surprise and gratitude. He finally realised that he deserved better than to be dressed in clothes that were never meant for him.
Sirius noticed a shift in Harry's expression; a glimmer of self-worth was beginning to emerge. It hurt him to think that Harry had spent so many years feeling unworthy of even the most basic of things, such as his clothing. It was time to prove to him that he deserved so much more.
He placed his hand gently on Harry's shoulder and said softly. "Harry, you're a remarkable young wizard, and it's time you realised it. Allow me to take you shopping, and we'll find clothes that truly reflect the amazing person you are. You deserve to be confident and proud of yourself, both inside and out. We'll find clothes that not only fit you perfectly but also make you feel like the incredible wizard you are. You deserve nothing less than the best, Harry, and I'm here to make sure you know it."
"You're right, Sirius," Harry said, his voice heavy with emotion. "In that case, my packing is done; what are we going to do now?"
"What about Hedwig, Harry?" Sirius asked, having noticed the absence of his godson owl.
"She's out hunting. Don't worry, she'll find her way to me; she's a smart girl." Harry reassured him, his voice full of pride.
"All right then, my dear godson," Sirius said with a Cheshire cat grin, "we're off to Gringotts to start our vacation." He began making his way down the stairs and out of the house, with Harry close behind.
Harry began to feel excited at the prospect of finally leaving this place and spending the entire summer with Sirius, but there was still some uncertainty.
"Sirius, how will we get to Gringotts? Please don't tell me we're going to take the knight bus." He begged, recalling his previous years' experience.
Sirius began snickering. He was having too much fun. "No, my dear godson, we are going to use a mode of transport that you've never experienced." He then extended his arm to Harry and said, "Hold on to my arm, Harry.""
"Wait, why?" Harry asked, perplexed.
Sirius just kept smiling.
Knowing he wouldn't get an answer, he sighed and gripped Sirius arm tightly, saying, "I really hope this mode of transportation is better than the knight bus."
"Don't worry," Sirius winked, "though I would advise you to hold your breath."
Harry opened his mouth to ask why, but before he could say anything, he felt sensations he'd never felt before. He felt as if he were being squeezed in a tube, and just as it began, it ended, and he began heaving for breath.
While Harry was trying to get air into his lungs, Sirius was laughing like he hadn't in a long time.
"Sirius, you bastard, you could have at least warned me before, you stinky mutt." Harry said with a scowl on his face.
Sirius, while still laughing, said, "Harry, y-you h-have to agree t-that was f-funny."
"Haha, I'm glad you find it amusing, Sirius, but will you stop laughing now?" Harry sarcastically stated, rolling his eyes.
Sirius regained his composure, wiping away tears of laughter. "All right, all right," he said, trying to catch his breath. "But you have to admit, that was a good one." Harry couldn't help but smile, grateful for the chance to see Sirius' genuine joy and catch a glimpse of a man in his parents' wedding photos.
Sirius still can't help but ask, "So was it better than the Knight bus?" Harry scoffed and muttered half-heartily, "I swear, if the third magical transportation I take is as bad as the first two, I'll just use muggle means to get everywhere."
Sirius tried hard not to laugh again, lest he let out more than he wanted to, but he couldn't help but tease Harry. "Well, I guess keep that thought in mind for a while." Harry narrowed his eyes at him, sensing there was something he was hiding, but he let it go for now.
Harry looked around at his surroundings, where they had appeared, and found they were in a familiar dark alleyway. He asked, "Sirius, why are we in the knock-turn alley?"
Sirius looked at him sharply. "How do you know this place?"
"In my second year, I accidentally flooed here," Harry shrugged, "but that's not the point right now; how are you going to enter Gringotts when there are people here even at this hour?"
"Do you have no faith in your godfather, Harry?" Sirius exclaimed with puppy-dog eyes in a mocking, hurtful tone, but Harry just looked at him with a deadpan expression. He dropped his act after realising it wasn't working and sighed, "Give me your invisibility cloak. I'll hide in it while you pull the robe's hood up so no one can see you."
Harry facepalmed and felt foolish for not remembering this himself. "Shit, you are right; I guess you do have something in your brain there, you mutt."
"OI!"
"Here, put it on quickly." Harry handed him the cloak while pulling his own hood up, and the two of them began walking towards Gringotts.
As they made their way towards Gringotts, Harry couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. He was nervous about what would happen if they got caught, but more than that, he was excited to enjoy his summer in a new place with someone who truly cared for him. something he has always imagined but has never experienced until now.
When they enter the Gringotts, they notice that no humans are present at this time of night, only the goblins who work there. Sirius then emerges from the cloak, and despite knowing that Sirius had assured him that goblins would have no problem with him, Harry was still nervous. But when he looked around, he noticed that not a single goblin was looking at the wanted Azkaban escapee standing in their bank.
Sirius walks over to the nearest goblin with Harry in tow and clears his throat to get the goblin's attention. The goblin with the nasty scar on his face looks up at both of them, and Harry begins to fear again, but what the goblin says next surprises him.
"Ah, Lord Black, it's good to see you. I've been waiting for you. Your rescue mission appears to have been a success." The goblin said the last bit while looking at Harry.
"Good to see you too, Riphook; yes, I was successful in bringing my godson without any problem. Now have you done all the things I asked you to do?" Sirus replied in a polite tone that surprised Harry since he had never heard Sirus talk like that, but then again, he knows that talking politely with goblins is the best way to get the job done.
"Of course, I have done everything as you ordered," Riphook said with a scary smile on the scarred goblin's face. "Your back account has been opened, and the villa has been cleaned and repaired to its original condition, complete with goblin's wards, as you requested. And this is your one-way portkey to your villa, with the activation code 'gold'." He said this while pulling a goblet from under the table, which confused Harry.
Sirius tried his best not to roll his eyes at the typical goblin code, "Thank you very much for your assistance, Riphook. I'm assuming you've deducted your fees from my account." The goblin's scary smile was enough of an indication for Sirius. "Then my godson and I will now take our leave. Thank you once again for your help." Sirius nodded to the goblin and began walking outside, with Harry trailing behind.
Harry was not sure what was happening. "Sirius what -"
Sirius cut him off before he could ask. "Harry, I know you have a lot of questions right now, and I'll answer them all, but first, let's get to a safe place." He whispered, put on the invisibility cloak once more, and began walking down a dark alleyway.
Once they were in the alleyway, Sirius put a strong notice-me-not charm around them and said, "Alright, Harry, now you can ask your questions."
Harry took a deep breath and asked, "Sirius, what are these bank accounts he was talking about? Also, what villa? Where exactly are we even going? And lastly, what the fuck is a portkey?" He exclaimed, his confusion growing with each question.
Sirius chuckled and began to explain. "Well, Harry, this bank account is something I ordered to be opened at the place we're going, and we can use it in both the muggle and magical worlds. The villa, on the other hand, is a lovely country home where we'll be spending our vacation. And, before you ask, it's mine, as in, it's one of the many properties House Black owns around the world, which you also do, but that's a conversation for another time. It's a safe haven for us and the ideal location for us to spend our summer. And, my dear godson, a portkey is a magical object that can instantly transport us to a specific location. It functions similarly to a teleportation device, but it can only be activated when touched by an activation code. To get to our destination, we'll use a portkey. Is that all clear now?"
Harry nodded, his mind racing with anticipation and curiosity. The prospect of using a portkey to travel instantly to their summer vacation seemed both exciting and unbelievable. But one question remained unanswered: "That's fine, Sirius, but you still haven't told me where we're going?"
Sirius grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "That, Harry, is the best part! We're off to 'Plovdiv,' the lovely city of 'Bulgaria!'" Harry's eyes widened in awe.
"Now, I think we have wasted enough time and should be going." Sirius then took out the goblet that the Riphook had given him and said, "Come here and touch this portkey, Harry."
Sirius muttered "gold" as Harry touched the goblet exactly as he instructed.
Harry felt a sensation he had never felt before for the second time in less than a half hour. He felt like he was spinning in a vortex this time, and before he knew it, he had fallen flat on his face and landed with a thud on the hard ground.
Sirius tried and failed to suppress his laughter. While Harry was muttering, "It's confirmed; I hate all magical transport," he heard Sirius laughing at him again. "Stop laughing, you mutt; you knew this would happen and didn't even warn me again!" Harry exclaimed at Sirius after he got back on his feet.
Sirus kept his cool enough and said, "Sorry, Harry, but seeing you fall like that was so funny," before bursting out laughing again.
"Well, I'm glad you can find joy in my suffering," Harry muttered sarcastically.
Sirius finally calmed himself down. "Don't worry, Harry, this was your first time using portkey; you'll get used to it; in fact, you know Lily was the same as you."
Hearing his mother's name, Harry looked at him and asked, "Really?"
Sirius nodded. "Yep, she used to trip and stumble every time she used the portkey, but she got better with time and with your father's help, as would you, I'm sure." Harry was happy to know that, aside from their eyes, his mother and he had more similarities.
"Enough with the past, Harry. Let's talk about the present, and let me be the first to welcome you to Bulgaria's magical land." Sirius said, spreading his arms around in a grand gesture.
Harry took in his surroundings in awe. As he looked down to see the many lights blinking, he knew they were on a hill on the outskirts of a city. The location was surrounded by nature, which made it feel very calm and relaxed, which Harry didn't realise he needed.
But a puzzled frown appeared on his face when he noticed something was missing and asked, "Sirius, this place is amazing, but I thought the portkey was supposed to drop us at this villa you were talking about, but I can't see anything here except trees."
"That, my dear godson, is because the villa is under the wards the Riphook told us about, so no one knows about it except the owner, which is me," Sirius said, smiling. "Now you do, too," Sirius said, touching his shoulder.
A shiver ran through Harry's body, and something changed around him. When he looked ahead, he was surprised to see a large villa standing in place of the row of trees he knew were there.
Sirius then started walking towards the villa, saying, "This is the Cassiopeia villa named after my great-grand aunt, who I actually found out died two years ago. Good riddance, I would say, but you don't need to know about that. Come, let me show it to you from inside."
As he got closer to the villa, Harry noticed that it was bigger than he had expected. It was a white-coloured, 3-story villa of old Roman design with intricate carvings and a grand entrance. The front yard was immaculately landscaped, with vibrant flowers and lush greenery.
As Sirius opened the front door, Harry's jaw dropped in awe at the sight that awaited him inside. The spacious foyer exuded elegance, with marble floors, a grand staircase, and chandeliers that sparkled in the sunlight. It was evident that this villa held a rich history and was a place of grandeur and luxury.
Sirius chuckled at Harry's reaction: "It's impressive, isn't it? As much as I hated my family, they do know how to build a grand house." He said with a bit of pride in his voice that Harry had never heard since he always thought Sirius hated his family. "This is just the entrance hall; come, I will show you the rooms now." He then led Harry upstairs to the first floor.
On the first floor, Harry noticed there were four doors. "As you can see, there are four rooms on this floor, though we'll skip the first two," Sirius said, pointing to the two doors at the beginning of the floor.
At Harry's raised eyebrow, he explained, "These two were my grand aunt's rooms, and I want nothing to do with them. Knowing my crazy dear aunt, there would be something harmful in there, so I warn you not to go into those rooms ever." Sirus warned him, and Harry nodded, understanding that if Sirus is warning him about something, it must be very dangerous.
Sirius then went back to his cheery mood, saying, "Good, now these two will be our rooms; you can take the left one; that room has the better view." He then opened the door and entered the left room, and once again, Harry was shocked by what he saw.
The room was lavishly decorated with beautiful tapestries and elegant furniture. The view from the window was indeed breathtaking, overlooking a lush garden with vibrant colours and the whole city too. Harry couldn't believe his eyes, as he had never experienced such luxury before.
Sirius chuckled and patted Harry on the shoulder. "It's impressive, isn't it?" He could only nod, unable to form words.
"You should rest now. I know it's been a long day for you, and you'll need all of your energy for our adventure, which begins tomorrow." Sirius said.
Harry surprised him by hugging him and whispering, "Thank you so much, sirius."
Sirius returned his hug and replied, "Never thank me for doing what I should have been doing all along, Harry. I promise to always be there for you, no matter what. Now get some sleep; we have a lot to look forward to tomorrow." With a sense of relief and gratitude, Harry finally let go of Sirius and watched him walk into his room.
As Harry lay in the most comfortable bed he ever had, he couldn't help but be excited for the adventures that lay ahead of him, especially knowing that he'd have someone like Sirius by his side.
He was ready to let go of his previous self and live his life the way he desired, to become stronger and better than before, because he knew his life was full of danger, and the next time he wanted to be prepared to solve anything on his own.
Harry smiles as he drifts off to sleep, thinking about what lies ahead for him.
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The first rays of sunlight woke Harry up, casting a warm glow across his room. As soon as his eyes opened, he sat up and began stretching and popping his joints.
He checked his bedside watch for the time and saw it was July 31st, his birthday. A wide smile spread across his face as he remembered that he was now 17 years old and legally an adult in the magical world.
He went outside to the balcony to take a deep breath of fresh morning air. As he stands there, overlooking the beautiful view of Plovdiv, Harry's mind begins to wander back to the events of the previous month.
It has been one month since Sirius brought him here for their vacation, and he can confidently say it has been the best month of his life. Because of Dursley, Harry has never had a vacation in his life, and when Sirius found out about it, Harry had to hold him or else he would have gone to kill them.
But, since then, Sirius has done his best to overcome this by tacking him everywhere in Bulgaria, which felt like a dream come true for Harry.
With their ancient architecture, vibrant culture, and friendly locals, the country and its cities were everything he had imagined and more. Every day was filled with new experiences in both worlds, from exploring Roman ruins and magical sites to trying traditional Bulgarian cuisine.
Harry could not help but be grateful to Sirius, who had become not only his godfather but also his best friend.
Touring was not the only thing Harry had done; the day after they had arrived, Sirius told him he could use his wand in this house without fear of a ministry letter because of the wards around the house, and he had taken this opportunity to practise his spells and improve his magical skills.
With the help of the library on the second floor of the villa, Harry has massively expanded his spell repertoire with both attacking and defensive spells, and with Sirius's guidance, he has improved his duelling techniques. The extensive training sessions in the training room in the basement had paid off, as Harry believed he could hold his own against Sirius.
He still could not defeat him, but he and Sirius both believed he would be able to in half a year. He could not help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he was becoming stronger and more prepared for whatever challenges he knew he would face this year, as he had for the previous three years.
As he came out of his thoughts, Harry felt something amiss, and then he remembered that Sirius still hadn't come to his room to wish him; he had even expected him to wake him up with a surprise or something. Even the house felt a bit too quiet.
Not wanting to ruin his mood, Harry ignored it for the time being and went into the bathroom to take a shower and start his day.
Walking into the bathroom, Harry was still amazed by how luxurious this villa was. The bathroom was enormous, with a bath tub that could fit more than four people on one side and a shower cubicle on the other. He undressed, stepped into the shower, and enjoyed the cool water on his skin.
Harry lathered his body with soap and started daydreaming about what fun Sirius might have planned for them today. I hope he hasn't planned something too extravagant.
After the shower, he dried himself with a towel in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom. He looked in the mirror at the changes his body had gone through in the previous month.
Harry had a massive growth spurt the previous month, and when you combine that with the healthy and heavy food he has been eating here and all the vigorous training he has been doing, he has grown from 5'8 to 6 feet now, and he would gain at least a couple more inches until he went to Hogwarts.
His shoulder had grown wider, and his body had become more fit. Harry knew he was fit before because of quidditch, but when Sirius gave him the freedom to buy whatever he wanted, he bought the full gym equipment and set it up in a spare room on the second floor.
And after using them daily for a month, he has gained muscles all over his body, not like a bodybuilder but more like a lean athlete, and his abs and chest have also become more defined.
His face has also become slimmer, with his cheekbones more pronounced and his jawline sharper. Sirius had told him he got his cheekbones from his mother and his jawline from his father, and that he no longer looked like a clone of his father but rather a perfect combination of his parents' features. which Harry was very happy to know.
He ran his fingers through his hair, which had also grown longer and become less messy. It was still a mess, but he was able to style it or tie it into a ponytail.
Giving himself one last look, Harry liked the changes, and while he was not as arrogant as Sirius, he was not naive either; he knew he looked great, or "handsome as hell," as Sirius said it. He smirked at the thought, recalling Sirius' playful compliment. The change in his appearance gave him newfound confidence, and he was proud to bear both of his parents' characteristics.
After he dried himself, Harry went to his closet and pulled out a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. Looking at the pile of clothes, he remembered Sirius dragging him to the store the next day they arrived. Despite feeling embarrassed at first, Harry was relieved that Sirius forced him to buy new clothes. He began to feel more at ease and confident wearing clothes that fit him properly.
After wearing his clothes, he was ready to start his day. He stepped out of his room and immediately knew something was very wrong. He can hear the panicked cries of Sirius and Dobby, and he can smell something burning. Harry was really dreading to go downstairs, not knowing what he was going to step into.
When he entered the kitchen downstairs, he witnessed a truly hilarious scene. Sirius was covered in flour from head to toe; smoke was coming out of the oven; and a completely burned, almost unrecognisable cake was sitting on the table.
Sirius was crying and pacing around the kitchen in panic. While Dobby, on the other hand, was cooking something and at the same time yelling at Sirius to keep his voice down. All in all, the kitchen was a complete mess, and Harry couldn't have imagined a more weird start to his birthday.
He took a deep breath and yelled, "What the fuck is going on here?!!"
Sirius squealed like a girl and turned around to see him with a smile on his face that Harry knew was fake and stuttered, "N-n-nothing, h-harry, nothing for you to worry about."
He quickly moved and tried to cover the burnt cake and smoking oven; well, 'tried' was the most important word here since he could still see the smoke and smell the burned cake.
Harry raised an eyebrow, looked around the mess, and said, "This doesn't look like 'nothing', Sirius; please don't tell me you tried to make a cake." He pleaded with Sirius to tell him he was wrong, but the guilty expression on Sirius face was answer enough.
Harry groaned and rubbed his hand over his face. "Why the hell did you try to make a cake when you don't even know how to make a simple toast, Sirius?" which was sadly very true.
Sirius looked at him with a guilty face and said, "I know, Harry, but I wanted to make a cake for your birthday to surprise you before you woke up, but as you can see, I messed up badly. I am really sorry."
Seeing the sad look on his face, Harry sighed and softened his tone. "Sirius. I am not mad at you. I appreciate the thought and effort you put into trying to make me a cake. It's the gesture that counts, not the outcome. Besides, we can always buy a cake or make one together next time. Let's not dwell on this and enjoy the rest of my birthday together." Sirius smiled gratefully, relieved that Harry was not upset with him.
"Dobby, be telling the dog master the same thing, Master Harry!" Dobby exclaimed. Sirius winced at the title Dobby had given him, while Harry tried his best not to laugh.
"Don't worry about it, Dobby. I think you were making our breakfast while Sirius here was crying like a girl." Harry playfully said, enjoying the pout on Sirius's face.
Dobby bounced on his feet and proudly said, "Yes, I have master Harry."
Harry replied with a smile, "Good, then please serve us; I am starving. Then, after that, please clean this mess." Dobby nodded and began doing that.
Harry looked towards Sirius and said, "And Sirius, stop pouting and let's eat. I am excited to hear what you have planned for us today for my birthday." Hearing this, Sirius finally got over his solemn mood and joined Harry at the table.
As they were eating, Sirius asked, "So do you want to do something special today, Harry? For your birthday, you can ask anything you want, and your godfather will make it happen."
Harry shaked his head. He knows Sirius will actually do whatever he asks him to. "No, Sirius, I don't want anything special; just a normal fun day will be enough for me."
Sirius nodded. "Alright, but we are still going to have so much fun today. I have everything planned." he said with a mischievous grin on his face.
Harry smiled and asked, "So what have you planned?"
"Today we're going to the Black Sea beaches," Sirius replied excitedly.
Harry's smile widened. He had always wanted to go to the beach. "That's incredible, Sirius! I can't wait."
Sirius replied with a teasing smile, "Thank you, but that's not even the best part." Harry had a puzzled frown on his face and asked, "What is it then?"
Sirius smirked. "Well, I have also invited someone to come with us."
Harry tensed, not liking the smirk on his face. "Who?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at him.
Sirius raised his hand and replied, "Hey, don't worry, no one special, just Maria and her mother."
Harry's eyes widened as he heard the name of the person who was going to come with them to the beach. Now he knew why Sirius had that smirk on his face.
After they moved here, Harry began doing morning runs every day, and on one of those runs, he met Maria, who also jogged on the same path every day. Harry was stunned to see a girl as beautiful as her, and Maria was taken aback to see a foreigner she had never seen before in her neighbourhood.
She was the one who started the conversation between them by introducing herself, but they had communication problems at first because of the language difference since Maria only knew some broken English and Harry did not know hers.
Interestingly, it was French that helped them, because Maria was fluent in French and Harry had enough understanding of the language to know what she was saying.
This was how they began going for morning runs together and supporting one another as they learned to become more fluent in new languages—for Maria it was English, for Harry it was French, and even some Bulgarian.
Harry was surprised when she told him she was also magical and that she knew he was not a muggle. When he asked her how, she laughed, as if he didn't know something very important, which he later found out he didn't when she told him the entire hill was a magical place where all of the city's magical people lived.
As they continued their conversation, Maria explained that the magical community in the city had its own hidden world within the bustling streets. She told him about the enchantments that protected their community from the eyes of muggles and how they lived harmoniously alongside them.
They began telling each other about themselves, and Harry discovered that Maria, whose full name was Maria Ivanova, was a year older than him, attended Durmstrang Academy, would be in her fifth year, and was the chaser of her team as well as the under-17 duelling champion of her school. He could tell she was proud of her accomplishments, and he was impressed as well.
Harry had then told her about himself, and while he was not sure at first if it was the right thing to do, somehow he knew he could trust her. When he told her his name, her only reaction was a slight widening of her eyes; she didn't even look at his scar once. This had assured him that he had made the correct decision in trusting her.
He told her about his school years and the life-or-death adventures he had in the previous three years, including the basilisk one, and showed her the scars as well. Maria had listened with a shocked and impressed expression on her face the entire time.
When Sirius found out Harry was talking with a girl every day, he hugged him so tightly he thought he was going to die. Sirius then started crying and shouting how proud he is of his godson for flirting with a beautiful girl, which Harry strongly denied.
Since then, Sirius had been teasing Harry about his 'girlfriend', which he kept denying, but deep down he did want Maria to be more than just his friend.
One day, Maria invited them to dinner at her house, which Sirius eagerly accepted. There, they met Maria's mother, Aleksandra Ivanova, and Sirius immediately began flirting with her. When he found out she was also single, Harry knew there was no stopping him.
Since then, they have had many lunches and dinners with Maria and Sandra, as Sirius began calling her, and they've both begun dating, much to the chagrin of Harry and Maria.
Don't get them wrong: they were both very happy to see them happy together, but they didn't want to see them constantly flirting and kissing each other, not to mention the times they had both walked in on them doing more than just kissing.
Harry shaked his head and tries not to remember that horror memory; he does not want to ever remember Sirius's bare arse.
He then tried to think of something else and suddenly remembered that he was going to the beach with Maria, and he could not help but imagine Maria in a bikini with her long legs, flowing hair, and that juicy ass of hers that he just wanted to grab and bit-
A loud cough brought him out of his trance, and he looked up to see Sirius staring at him with that damn smirk still on his face.
"What?" he asked Sirius irritably.
Sirius replied with a sly grin, "Oh, nothing. I just tried to call you, but you were too lost in thoughts of someone else, maybe your girlfriend."
Harry quickly averted his eyes; a small blush was on his face, and he tried to deny, "What are you on about? I wasn't thinking about Maria."
Sirius chuckled and raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Harry's denial. "Oh really? So, you were not imagining Maria in a bikini; the drool on your mouth says otherwise " he teased.
"I... um... it's... nothing like that, really," Harry stammered as his blush deepened.
Sirius leaned in closer, the mischievous gleam in his eyes growing brighter. "Oh, don't worry, Harry; I, too, have been picturing Sandra in a bikini with those jugs of her boun-"
"STOP!!" Harry yelled, "I was thinking about her, alright. Will you stop describing your imagination? I don't want to hear it, please." He pleaded, and Sirius just started laughing.
He loves teasing me about Maria. Harry thought, an embarrassed blush still on his face.
After that, Harry went to his room to prepare for the beach and avoid further embarrassment. That stinky dog can laugh all he wants right now because I will have my revenge. He began plotting while he packed his bag.
After a while, Harry and Sirius were ready and waiting for Maria and Sandra at the villa's entrance.
"Are you sure you gave them the right time?" Harry asked Sirius.
Sirius gave him a mock hurt look and said, "Of course I did. Do you really have so little trust in me?" He asked with a puppy-eyed look that never worked on Harry, who just looked at him with a deadpan face.
Sirius sighed, "Yes, I did give them the right time. They should be here at any moment; in fact, look, they are here," he said with a smile as he looked behind Harry.
Harry turned around and looked to see where Sirius was looking, and he saw he was right. Alexandra was coming towards them, but his attention was on Maria. Even though he has been seeing her every day, he was still stunned by how beautiful she was.
Maria has silky black hair that comes down to her shoulders. Her body was that of a quidditch player: tall and slender with long legs, medium breasts, and an amazing bubble butt, which was her best feature in Harry's opinion. I should have known being with Sirius would have some bad influence too, he thought as he stopped staring at her so he wouldn't get caught.
Maria dashed over to him and hugged him tightly. "Happy birthday, Harry," she said softly into his ear.
Harry returned her hug happily, enjoying the feel of her body against his. "Thank you" he whispered back with a smile.
They heard a cough and turned to see Sirius and Aleksandra looking at them with amusement. They both separated quickly, their faces flushed.
"So, are all of you ready to go to the beach?" Sirius asked excitedly, and everyone eagerly nodded.
He then took out the portkey, which was a tin can, and told everyone to touch it. which they all did and were whisked away to the beach.
Harry landed and stumbled, but was quickly stopped from falling by a hand on his arm. He looked up to see Maria smiling at him, and he smiled back.
"Thank you; it looks like portkeys still hate me." Hary said with a pout.
Maria giggled and patted his arm and said, "Don't worry, as long as you are with me, I won't let you fall".
Harry raised an eyebrow and teasingly asked, "And what about when you won't be with me?"
Maria winked at him and, with a sly smile, replied, "I am sure you would surely have other beautiful witches with you ready to hold your arm at those times."
Sirius interrupted him before he could respond, "If you two lovebirds would stop flirting, we could get down to the beach and have some fun before the sun sets." The four then make their way to the beach.
Sirius and Sandra went to the water after finding a spot and putting their bags down. They left Harry and Maria behind to set up the beach chair and umbrella.
After setting them up, Harry turned around to see Maria pulling her sundress over her head, revealing a two-piece bikini underneath. He stood shocked and completely captivated by the sight of her almost-naked body.
"Harry." He heard his name, and he looked up to see Maria smirking at him. "like what you see," she said while doing a full circle, which he greatly appreciated.
"Definitely," Harry said boldly, looking her in the eyes.
Maria's grin widened, and she smiled with smug satisfaction. "Good, but you're still a little overdressed," she said, glancing at his shirt.
Harry unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, leaving him in just his shorts. It was Maria's time to take a moment to appreciate the view.
She bit her lip and moved closer to Harry, her gaze fixed on his chiselled chest. "Much better," she whispered, running her fingers lightly over his rock-hard abs.
Harry's heart raced as they both looked into each other's eyes and leaned in, but she unexpectedly took his arm and began running towards the sea, dragging him.
Maria looked over her shoulder at him and said with a smirk, "Come on, we're here to enjoy the water, aren't we?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at her. She is teasing me, that bloody minx, but for now he followed her and tried to enjoy his day. He also didn't mind following her because it gave him the chance to ogle her jiggling ass.
They both went into the water and began playing with Sirius and Sandra. They splashed each other with water or, in the case of Sirius, pranked everyone by dragging them under water by grabbing their ankles.
After he did it too many times, Sandra pinched his ear, pulled him out of the water, and carried him to the beach. Sirius' cries were met with laughter from Harry and Maria.
As they both found themselves alone, Maria suggested a game of chase, and for the next few minutes they both chased around each other in the water, enjoying their time.
They both decided to take a break after their exciting game of chase and went to their chairs. Maria took out a bottle of lotion from her bag and rubbed it on her front while Harry tried to discreetly watch her.
Maria then turned around, lied down on her stomach, and asked him to rub the lotion on her back. Harry agreed and took the lotion into his hands.
He straddled her, knees on either side of her hips, and gently applied lotion to her back. He tried his hardest not to spend too much time on her ass, but the smirk on her face told him he was failing.
As he rubbed his hands on Maria's sweet spots, he could hear her breathing become heavier and moans escape her mouth. He could feel himself getting aroused, his cock hardening, and he tried not to make her feel it on her back.
By the time Harry was done, his cock was rock hard and straining against his shorts. He quickly stood up, went to his chair, and sat in such a way that Maria wouldn't notice the tent in his shorts.
As he struggled to regain his composure, Maria told him it was her turn to apply lotion to him. Harry reluctantly agreed and laid down on his stomach.
At least this way, my boner might go down.
Oh, how wrong he was. Feeling her soft hand glide across his back was the best feeling he had ever had. And if that was not enough, she was grinding her ass on his back, making his cock harder than ever before.
Maria then stood up and told him to turn around. He turned around and was surprised when she sat on his lap, straddling him with her ass directly on top of his bulge.
With a smirk on her face, she began rubbing lotion on his chest, roaming her hands slowly on his hard muscles, and spending extra time on his abs. All the while, Harry was fighting the urge to grab her ass and grind his cock on her hot cunt until they both cum.
She is going to kill me with all this torture.
He could tell he wasn't the only one affected. Maria's nipples were poking her bra, and his shorts were getting wetter from her wet thong.
Finally, after several long minutes, she was done, and with a last grind on his cock and a wink, Maria got up and went to her chair. Harry instantly covered his lower body with a towel and tried to get his erection down.
As the sun started setting, they decided to head back home. They put their clothes on, packed their stuff, and took the portkey back home. Sirius then told everyone to meet an hour later for Harry's birthday dinner.
Harry went straight to his room and took a cold shower to finally cool himself and his dick down after the torture he went through.
Feeling fresh and relaxed, he stepped out, took out a black trouser and dark green shirt from his closet, and got ready for his birthday dinner.
An hour later, when they met up with Sandra and Maria, Harry saw that Maria was wearing a black cocktail dress that was tight at the waist, hugging her wide hips, and had a neckline that showed off her beautiful breasts. She had done minimal makeup, which only helped highlight her natural beauty.
As Maria hugged him and complimented him, Harry tried his best to look into her eyes and return the compliment, but his eyes kept going to her tits, and by the smirk on her face, it was clear that was what Maria wanted. They then apparated into the city.
Sirius took them to an expensive hotel where he had booked the whole floor for Harry's birthday. The whole floor was decorated beautifully with elegant floral arrangements and twinkling fairy lights. Soft classical music played in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. A grand table was in the middle of the floor, and on the table was a golden snitch-shaped birthday cake.
Seeing all of this, Harry hugged Sirius, grateful to finally have someone who loves and cares about him. He then hugged Alexandra as well after Sirius told him how much she had helped plan the entire party.
After the cake was cut, it was time to open gifts. Sandra went first and gave him a wand holster made from the hide of the world's strongest dragon. It was charmed to make the wand return to the holster in case Harry misplaced or lost it. He was very happy with the gift because he had wanted a wand holster for a long time.
Maria was up next, and she gave him a dragon-hide jacket, saying it would make him look cooler and hotter. Harry had to agree after wearing it; it hugged his body well and showed his fit frame, and he especially liked the way Maria looked at him with a heated gaze.
Finally, it was Sirius turn; he gave him two ancient-looking books. Harry was at first confused about what the book was about until Sirius told him it was the grimoire of House Potter and House Black.
Harry was shocked; he had wanted these since Sirius had explained the histories of both of their houses to him. He'd told him that the family grimoire contained every family spell and family magic secret, and now he finally had it in his hands.
But he was also confused; he had expected the Potter's Grimoire since he was the last potter but not the Black's. When asked, Sirius told him that he had chosen Harry as his heir, and in the near future, whenever he is ready, he can take the lordship of House Black. Since Sirius had never wanted it and after Azkaban, he could not have an heir.
Harry was overjoyed and proud that Sirius had chosen him as the heir to his house, and he promised him that he would take House Black to new heights.
Sirius also gave him the House Black heir ring, which Harry put on his finger next to the one that had the Potter ring with pride.
After that, they sat down and began eating the wide variety of foods Sirius had ordered. Even at Hogwarts' welcome feast, Harry had never seen so many different kinds.
Sirius then brought out the hired musicians, who played the music, and Maria forced Harry to dance with her.
Even though Harry had never danced before, with Maria he felt confident and began dancing. He quickly realised he was actually not a bad dancer, as Maria told him too. For half an hour, both just danced and enjoyed each other's company while forgetting about everything else.
Meanwhile, Sirius and Sandra, who were dancing together, watched them with a smile on their faces.
The group of four was on their way home after having a great time. Maria and Harry were holding hands as they walked together.
When they arrived at the villa, Sirius and Sandra looked at each other and then turned towards them with a grin on their faces and a mischievous twinkle in their eyes.
"Well, Harry, I'll stay the night at Sandra's, so both of you have the villa for the night alright," Sirius said. He winked at them, wrapped his arm around Sandra, and walked away.
Leaving two dumbfounded teenagers behind.
Harry and Maria made their way into the villa in silence, avoiding each other's eyes. Harry locked the door, and his heart started beating faster.
He turned around and was shocked to see Maria standing quite close to him with an intense look in her eyes. It was the same look she had been giving him all night.
Maria looked into his eyes and said, "You know, I am glad they left us here alone."
"You are?" Harry asked in a quiet voice.
Maria nodded, "hm hm".
"Why?" Harry asked, his heart racing.
"Because it gave me the chance to give you one last birthday gift." She said, huskily as her eyes went to his lips. She licked her lips and took a step closer to him.
Harry was breathing heavily. She was close to him, almost touching his chest. He wondered if she could hear his beating heart and feel his hard cock through his trousers.
"What gift?" He asked in a breathless voice.
In answer, Maria took the last step and stood on her toes to whisper against his lips, "This," and closed the gap and kissed him.
After a whole day of her teasing and torturing him, finally feeling her soft lips against his broke all the restraints Harry had, and a primal need and desire overtook him, and he attacked her lips with passion.
Harry put one of his hands on her back and the other in her hair and pulled her closer, leaving no space between them.
Maria gasped and moaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her hands in his ponytail and pulled the band away, letting his hair flail through her hand. She began scratching Harry's scalp, causing him to moan in her mouth.
The need for breath became too much, and they stopped kissing to take air into their lungs. They touched their foreheads and looked into each other's eyes, which were full of lust and hunger.
Harry, breathing heavily, said, "I have wanted to do that for so long." His deep voice was making Maria wet between her thighs.
Maria, with a voice full of need, replied, "Me too, Harry, and we have waited long enough. I can't wait anymore, so please take me to your room and claim me."
Harry glowered and picked her up by her ass, and Maria wrapped her legs around his waists. Harry kissed her again and shoved his tongue into her mouth, which Maria accepted with a loud moan. She didn't even try to fight Harry, instead allowing him to dominate her tongue.
Harry walked towards his room with Maria in his arms and his tongue in her mouth. She pulled back and let a trail of kisses run from his face to his neck and bite him on his pulse point. Harry hissed and spanked her left cheek. Maria gasped, and he pulled her lips back to his.
Harry kicked open the door to his room and made his way to the bed while sucking Maria's tongue. At the foot of his bed, he puts her down, and Maria shoved him onto the bed. He looked up, surprised, to see her pulling the straps off her dress with a smirk on her face.
She pushed her dress down to the floor, revealing her bare skin underneath. Harry's eyes widened with excitement as he watched her step out of the dress, leaving her completely naked. His arousal reached a new height as he saw her naked body for the first time.
Maria's body was a work of art; she had a good handful of medium-perky breasts topped by small areolas and thick pink nipples he couldn't wait to suck on. He shifted his gaze down to her thin waist, flat stomach, wide hips, and already wet, pink, fluffy lips. He could see her juices dripping down her thighs.
Maria walked towards him with her hips swaying and her boobs bouncing, making it hard for Harry to choose where to look. She kissed his lips again and unbuttoned his shirt. Feeling impatient, he helped her take the shirt off.
She pulled her lips away and looked at his chest with hunger in her eyes, rubbing her hand around and feeling his hard chest and abs. Biting her lips, she went down on her knees in between his legs, tugged his trousers off, and looked at the big tent on his boxers.
She looked at him with a smocking gaze and sultryly bit her lips. She hooked her fingers in his boxer's waistband, pulled it down, and gasped when Harry's cock sprung out and hit her cheeks.
Maria's eyes widen as she sees his cock for the first time. She knew Harry was big when she felt it at the beach, but this was something else. His cock was huge, with veins all over it and a big set of balls hanging down.
She wrapped her hands around his cock and was surprised when she couldn't completely close her fingers around it, and there was still enough space for at least one more hand to cover the entire cock.
"Fuck Harry, you're fucking huge!" she exclaimed in awe.
She giggled as his cock twitched in pride. She put her tongue at the base of his cock and licked and kissed his whole cock from the base to the tip. She swiped her tongue at his cockhole, tasted his precum leaking out, and moaned.
"God, Harry, I can't wait to taste your whole load."
Harry gasped at her words. He couldn't believe this was happening. His last few weeks dreams were becoming reality. Maria was actually kneeling in front of him and worshipping his cock. If this was a dream, Harry didn't want it to end.
Maria has never given a blowjob to a boy. She had a boyfriend last year, but she never went to this stage and broke up quickly. But she knew Harry was the one for her, and even though she had never done this and his size made her a bit uncertain, she would make Harry cum in her mouth.
She stretched her mouth, took the head of his cock in her mouth, and lavished it with her tongue. She took a couple inches of his cock and sucked on it. She pulled back and spit on his cock and rubbed her hand over it, making his dick wet.
She looked into Harry's eyes and took his cock back in her mouth, and with her lips stretching wide around his cock, she started going deeper and even past her previous mark while keeping eye contact with him.
"Oh fuck," Harry groaned, looking at her with wide eyes. The sensation of her soft hands and warm mouth was unlike anything he had ever felt.
Maria continued to go deeper and deeper until she felt the head of his cock at her throat and gagged slightly. Then, with a deep breath, she pushed and took a couple inches down her throat and gagged loudly with his cock breeching her throat, but she stayed there and kept gagging with spit flying out of her mouth and around his cock.
Harry threw his head back and moaned loudly, Fucking hell, I have died and gone to heaven. He has never felt like this before. The feel of her throat squeezing his cock and her gagging on it was something Harry wanted to feel every day.
When the need for air became too much for Maria, she took out his cock and began coughing and heaving for breath while spit splattered all over his cock and on her lips, with a thin strand of spit running from her lips to his cock.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked concernedly.
Maria just shook her head and replied breathlessly, "I'm fine; it's just your cock is too damn big for me to deepthroat for right now. But one day I will take this whole monster down my throat."
Harry snorted and shaked his head in amusement. Maria looked like a child whining just because she couldn't take his whole cock, but he did like the thought of her blowing his cock daily as a practise to deepthroat him.
Maria squeezed his cock, began stroking it again, and looked at him with a coy smile. "Now you just sit back and relax, Harry, while I take my reward from these big balls of yours." She said this as she grabbed his balls.
She took his cock back in her mouth, took it as deep as she could, and slowly began to move her head back and forth. Harry let out a low groan of pleasure, and his hands instinctively reached for her hair.
Maria hollowed her cheeks and moved faster on his cock. She used her hand to stroke the part of his cock not in her mouth, stimulating every inch of him. The combination of her warm mouth and hands sent waves of ecstasy coursing through Harry's body. He couldn't help but surrender to the pleasure, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.
Schluupp!! Schlurpp!
The sound of slurping and Harry's moans was the only sound in the room. Maria began sucking faster and faster as her head and hand became a blur on his cock, and Harry's moans became louder.
Maria could feel him throbbing in her mouth, his pleasure reaching its peak. With each flick of her tongue and squeeze of her hand, she pushed him closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Harry didn't know how he had held himself cumming in her mouth for so long, but as he looked down and saw her mouth covered in her saliva, spit dripping from her chin to her boobs, he felt his orgasm right at the edge of exploding.
When Maria felt his cock swell in her mouth, she took it out until only the head remained, and with both hands on his cock, she stroked his cock faster, hollowing her cheeks, and sucked at his head with a newfound fervour.
Harry could not take it anymore and yelled, "FUCK!" With an intensity he had never felt before, he bucked his hip and cummed straight into Maria's waiting mouth.
Maria swallowed Harry's warm, salty cum, relishing in the taste and finding it quite good. She tried to swallow every drop, but he came so much that some got past her lips and down her boobs.
Finally, after half a minute, Harry stopped cumming. Feeling relaxed and content, he looked down to see Maria sitting on her heels and cleaning herself.
She was breathing heavily, just like him, and collected every drop of his cum from her breasts. She looked up to see him staring at her with a look of awe and lust on his face.
Maria giggled and said, "Harry, you came so much."
She took her finger, put it in her mouth, and sucked it like she just did his cock. "And you taste so good too," she said while looking into his eyes.
Harry's cock, which hadn't softened, twitched seeing her taste his cum, and with a growl, he reached down and pulled her up from the floor and threw her on the bed.
Maria squealed and looked up to see Harry crawling towards her like a lion towards his prey.
She felt a deep shiver run through her body, and her cunt became wetter. She knew the night was far from over.