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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 9
The Stone of Flamel: Part 5
(Halloween)
Warning: Sexual situations involved, female dom., femslash. Also intense violence and death.
An hour later-Hospital Wing

          “A Seeker?” Neville inquired, the excitement in his voice clearly evident after Harry told him the news of him joining the Quidditch team. “I thought first-years never made the house teams.”
          Harry smiled at Neville’s excitement over the news of him becoming the Gryffindor’s team Seeker. Even though Harry was relieved that his god-brother was alright and his Remembrall had been returned, in the back of the young wizard’s mind, he was replaying the passionate kiss he received from Professor McGonagall an hour before. Harry had felt strange about what had happened with McGonagall, yet he was really glad that it happened. However, he was still curious as to why this was happening, and while he did promise to not tell anyone of what had happened, he wanted to get Neville’s thoughts on what was going on with the females at Hogwarts.
          “Neville, I want to ask you something.” Harry frowned at that moment with a more serious look on his face. Neville looked at him with a quizzical look, but nodded to his god-brother. “Don’t you find it strange that all these girls here are weirdly nice to me? Not just that, but most of them seem to get really close to me whenever possible. Don’t you think that’s weird?”
          “Yeah, and some of the teachers are unusually nice to you as well.” Neville said after a moment of thinking about it. “Originally, I thought it was because of the fact that you’re famous here, you know. You’re ‘The Boy Who Lived’ and you’re a hero for defeating ‘You Know Who’, after all. Now, after this week, I can’t really say why. What do you think, Mrs. Potter?”
          Lily suddenly snapped into the conversation as she was only half-listening to Harry and Neville, as her own mind was replaying the image of a completely younger and naked figure of Minerva McGonagall kissing Harry in such a way that was so unlike the very teacher she grew up respecting. She was still in near total shock about what she saw in that empty classroom. However, Lily’s emotions on what she witnessed were surprisingly mixed. She was angry, of course, after all, McGonagall took advantage on her son. She was also feeling two other emotions that she couldn’t understand; jealousy and lust.
          Harry realized that his mother hadn’t answered Neville, and turned to her. “Mum, is everything alright.”
          “Sorry Harry and Neville.” Lily said to both of them. She then took a moment to think about what Harry and Neville were talking about before directly looking at her son. “Harry, why didn’t you say anything to me before?”
          “I don’t know, Mum.” Harry answered her truthfully. “I guess for a while it was because I didn’t know what to think. It didn’t start happening until after we first entered the castle, and no matter what I do or where I go, they all seem to swarm around me. They are a few who don’t, however, like Hermione. What do you think is the cause of all of this, Mum?”
          “I don’t know, Harry.” Lily responded after another moment of thinking about it. “The only difference between you before and you now that I can see is your wand.”
          Harry and Neville looked at each other for a moment before turning back to Lily. “Do you think Morgana Le Fey had something to do with what’s going on with Harry, Mrs. Potter?” Neville asked her. “I remember Mr. Ollivander mentioned that Harry’s wand used to belong to her.”
          “I’m not sure, Neville.” Lily answered him. “But I have to say that’s likely. Also, you can call me Lily, Neville. Even though I’m somewhat dead, I’m your god-mother, after all.”
          “Sorry, Lily.” Neville smiled at her. “I’m just not used to seeing you around yet. Give me time.”
          Just then, Ron, Fred, and George Weasley burst into the Hospital Wing and went straight towards Harry. Ron literally ran and grabbed Harry’s hand and shook it more energetically than Wood did an hour ago. He smiled widely and even managed to pat Harry on his shoulder while doing so. Fred and George soon grabbed their little brother and tried pulling him away from Harry, but Ron wouldn’t budge.
          “Congratulations, Harry.” Ron said, his smile growing wider. “We just heard that you are our new Seeker.”
          “Thank you, Ron, but I was only named Seeker an hour ago.” Harry responded, trying to pull his hand away from him. “How did you find out?”
          “Sorry, Harry.” Fred said to him, both him and George finally able to pull Ron away from Harry.
          “Wood found us after class.” George said.
          “Told us the good news.” Fred said after that.
          “That you are our new Seeker.” George said after that.
          “However, fan boy here…” Fred said, indicating Ron.
          “Overheard us three talking…” George said, looking at Ron pathetically.
          “And ran up to us and told us what you did during your flying class.” Fred finished, both he and George grinned at the struggling Ron.
          “Oh, lay off, you two.” Ron said to them, fighting to get free from their grasp. “Harry’s the youngest Seeker in a century, after all. You can’t blame me for wanting to congratulate him.”
          Harry could only look at the twins and nodded to the both. For the entire week so far, Ron had taken every opportunity to try to get to know Harry. Harry wouldn’t have minded so much, except for Ron being a little too overzealous with how he did it. Ignoring Ron for a moment, he looked back at the twins and asked: “Are you guys on the team too?”
          “We’re the Gryffindor Beaters.” Fred answered, releasing Ron after he stop fighting.
          “Our job is to make sure you, Wood, and our Chasers don’t get bloody up too bad.” George said, still hold on to Ron’s arm.
          “Brutal, but no one’s died in years. Someone may disappear now and then,” Fred said after George.
          “But they turned up after a month or two.” George finished, then the Weasley twins picked their brother up and left the Hospital Wing.
          As they left, Harry turned to face Neville with a sick look on his face. Neville looked at his god-brother and smiled, trying to comfort him. “You know that they’re joking, right?”
          “Sure, Neville.” Harry returned the smile. “Knowing the way that they joke around, Quidditch is probably the safest wizard sport we have.”
          “It’s the only wizard sport we have, Harry.” Lily placed her hand on her son’s shoulder, patting it gently. “It’s not that safe to play, but it’s fun to watch. Your father was the House’s Seeker when we went here.”
          “That’s right, Mr. Potter.” The voice of Albus Dumbledore said and the three of them turned to the headmaster. As both Harry and Lily looked at the elderly man with the long white beard, their growing anger towards the man was beginning to appear in their eyes. “Your father James was one of the best Seekers Gryffindor had next to Charlie Weasley. He won the Quidditch Cup for his team in his second year as Seeker. However, I came to see how our young Mr. Longbottom is doing. I heard some troubling news concerning Mr. Longbottom’s broom.”
          “I’m quite well, Professor.” Neville answered, sharing Harry’s and Lily’s frown but had no anger for the man. “Is it true, sir? Was my broom bewitched?”
          “I’m afraid that I have no answer for that, Mr. Longbottom.” Dumbledore responded, smiling weakly. “After Madam Hooch came back to her class, she took possession of it and locked it away in her storage closet. However, after her class ended a short while ago, I investigated along with Madam Hooch only to find that the broom was somehow destroyed in a magical fire. I promise you, Mr. Longbottom, I plan to find out who did this as well as who might have tried to harm you.”
          “Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore,” Harry stood from the side of Neville’s hospital bed and glared at the headmaster. “But are you telling us that you believe someone tried to hurt Neville?”
          “As I have said, Mr. Potter, I have no information on that.” Dumbledore answered, letting his smile drop. “However, I will continue to investigate this matter with the effort that it is due. Now, I suggest that you and your mother leave so Mr. Longbottom can get his rest.”
          “That won’t be necessary, Albus.” Madam Pomfrey said as she entered from her office opposite the entrance to the Hospital. “Mr. Longbottom can return to his dormitory now. After all, his wrist should be mended completely by now. There’s no need to keep him overnight.”
          “Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.” Neville said to the witch, who reminded Harry of how Muggle nurses look during World War II. “However, since it’s nearly dinner, I would like to go to the Great Hall if that’s alight.”
          “Yes, that’s fine. Just be careful with your wand hand for the day or so.” She told him. She then looked over at Harry, and smiled sweetly. “Mr. Potter, would you mind waiting for a moment. There are some questions I have concerning your health before coming here.”
          Harry looked at both his mother and god-mother before turning to the middle-age witch and asked: “Can we handle this later, Madam Pomfrey? I would really like to join Neville and my House for dinner.”
          “Very well,” Madam Pomfrey replied, a small sound of pouting barely noticeable in her voice. “But I expect to see you here first thing Monday morning. Is that clear, Mr. Potter?”
          “Yes, Madam Pomfrey.” Harry replied with a grimace and turned to leave with Neville and Lily. As he left though, he could almost swear he could feel Pomfrey staring at him intently with the same look that McGonagall and Hooch kept giving him. Instinctively, Harry unknowingly grabbed his crotch again as he felt his penis get harder inside of his pants.
          Lily took one last angry look at Dumbledore before leaving with Harry and Neville. However, before she exited, she noticed Madam Pomfrey giving her son a lustful look as they left. The same kind of look McGonagall gave him in that empty classroom.
          ‘What’s going on?’ Lily thought as the doors to the Hospital Wing closed behind them and they made their way to the Great Hall. ‘No wand could be that powerful to make three of the most respected witches to give my son lustful looks like that. I know that Harry’s famous, and very powerful, but fame and power were never that important to McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey. Harry is handsome, though, even with all of the scars and bruises he has from the years of abuse he suffered from the Dursleys, so I can understand why girls his age and older found him attractive. However, adult witches like McGonagall should resist the urge to approach my son like she did. Still, in a strange way, I can’t really blame her, or Hooch or Pomfrey. Harry is a very attractive young wizard, after all. He looks so much like James…, no, he’s not like James. Harry may look like James, but his attraction is all his own. I can see why McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey are drawn to my Harry. Hell, even I can see myself being drawn to him…OH MY GOD! What am I thinking?’
          Just then, Lily felt herself shudder in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She suddenly stopped in her tracks and dropped to her knees. Her breaths had quickened and had become shallow as her ghostly body began trembling. Lily couldn’t understand how it happened, but she had a very intense orgasm, just from having one naughty thought about Harry.
          “Mum, are you alright?” Harry turned and asked after he realized that she wasn’t next to him. He looked at her worried that she was in some kind of pain, however, Harry noticed that after Lily caught her breath, she rose back to her feet with a weird look on her face. “Is there something wrong?”
          “I’m fine, Harry.” Lily answered after a moment. “I felt a little dizzy for a moment. I don’t know why it happened, though. Could be a strain on how far we are apart.”
          At that moment, Harry moved closer to her and Neville followed suit, each walking on either side of Lily. While Lily enjoyed the compassion Harry showed her, she didn’t feel good about lying to her son. As they got to the Great Hall, Harry spoke silently to both Neville and Lily. “I think it’s time to contact Mr. Prendergast.” He said, looking at both of them. “He should know what’s been happening so far. Especially about Dumbledore lying to us, Mum.”
          Lily nodded slowly, half-listening to her son as her thoughts were being filled with images of her son naked before her. She was just able to shake the image out of her mind as they entered the Great Hall. However, as she watched Harry being swarmed by the Patil twins and the rest of the Gryffindor girls, a strange thought entered her mind:
          She liked it.

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Saturday, September 7, 1991-Quidditch Pitch

          Wood led Harry out to the Quidditch Pitch very early the next morning. Harry was constantly rubbing his eyes as Wood was explaining the rules to Quidditch. Harry was half-awake, and half-listening to him as he was still tired after the night he had. During dinner the night before, Wood managed to get through the crowd of girls to sit down next to Harry where he told him that Quidditch practice usually starts a month from the beginning of the school term. However, since Harry was a first-year, and since Wood hadn’t actually seen Harry’s capabilities, Wood wanted to see Harry in action himself the very next morning to see what type of training Harry would need. Harry agreed, however he didn’t know how early Wood was going to wake him up.
After dinner, Harry and Neville went back to the Gryffindor common room to do their homework, only to be harassed by Malfoy once again, who always seemed to have Crabbe and Goyle along with him, before they even got there. However, Percy Weasley, who Harry knew as one of the school’s prefects, separated the three Slytherins from them and commanded the two groups to go back to their respected dormitories. Harry was actually glad that Percy showed up when he did, even though his younger brothers all claimed that he was a teacher’s pet and followed every rule strictly. Harry and Neville finally made their way into the common room and found a small corner so they could work on their homework. Hermione joined them soon after that, who was soon followed by Dean. The four of them quickly plowed through their schoolwork quietly, only conversing with each other when needed. Harry found that he understood all of the magic he was being taught, even though he had spent the majority of his life so far in the Muggle world. An added benefit to him doing this was that he wasn’t thinking about McGonagall or the other witches that were being drawn to him. However, that ended when he went to bed.
          Harry turned in early so he could prepare himself for Quidditch training. However, as much as Harry wanted to sleep, the image of a naked McGonagall plagued his thoughts. Harry tried to put it out of his mind, however, as soon as he tried, images of Madam Hooch and Pomfrey joined her as Harry’s penis began hardening again. Frustrated that this was happening, Harry undid his pajama bottom and released his growing dick out from under it. Sighing in relief, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep again. However, the images of McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey kept dominating his thoughts. Harry instinctively at that point grabbed his penis, which felt at least six inches in his hands, and began moving his hand up and down against it. He didn’t know why, but it felt extremely good doing it. His mind went rampant as he imagined the younger versions of McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey all standing naked in front of him in that empty classroom he was in earlier that day. His heart started beating harder and faster as he pictured each of these witches taking turns kissing him with their tongue. As each witch did so, Harry imagined each one of them taking turns at massaging his penis. Harry jerked his hard dick harder and faster as he imagined McGonagall getting on her knees and positioned her mouth right in front of his six-inch erection. Unfortunately, right when Harry was about to imagine McGonagall putting her mouth around Harry’s dick, he groaned and orgasmed all over himself.
          Harry had to wait until the others fell asleep before sneaking off to the Gryffindor’s boy’s restroom to clean himself off. Afterwards, he went back to his bed to try to go to sleep. He was somewhat successful as whenever he drifted off to sleep, he dreamt of having his dick kissed and sucked by either McGonagall, Hooch, or Pomfrey. Each time he awoke feeling his cock get hard and he took several deep breaths before calming down and falling back to sleep. The last time he was asleep, he dreamt of a fourth witch joining them, his mother Lily. Fortunately, Wood had woken him up before he began thinking about his mother in that way.
          Now, as he followed Wood to the Quidditch Pitch, his thoughts went back to his mother, who was following them a little further behind. Harry had to wonder why he had dreamt about Lily like that, as he wasn’t even thinking about her during that time. Not that he didn’t find her attractive, mind you, but she was his mother. She sacrificed herself for him against Voldemort. He loved her, that much was obvious, but did he really want to be with her in that way?
          “What are all of you doing here?” Wood’s voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts and Harry saw the other five members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team standing in front of the entrance to the Pitch. Fred and George Weasley yawned heavily as they stood to the right of three girls who were not only wide awake, but smiling intently at Harry.
          “Wasn’t our idea, Wood.” Fred said with his eyes half-opened.
          “The Chasers woke us up.” George said with a loud yawn.
          “Said we should come down here and watch Harry train.” Fred added.
          “And make sure we don’t lose our new Seeker to your training methods.” George finished with another loud yawn.
          “Oh, knock it off, you two.” The dark-skinned tall girl said as she walked up to Harry and offered her hand to him. “Angelina Johnson, Lead Chaser. Pleased to meet you, Harry.”
          Harry shook Angelina’s hand and returned her smile. As he released her hand, an equally tall, Caucasian girl took Angelina’s place in front of Harry and introduced herself.
          “Alicia Spinnet, equally pleased to meet you.” She said as she shook Harry’s hand. Finally, the third girl, a slightly shorter brunette took Alicia’s place and shook Harry’s hand as well.
          “Katie Bell, I was just named Chaser just before you joined up.” She told him smiling sweetly. “Actually, it was decided last year after Angelina and Alicia saw me on a broom.”
          “Nice to meet you, Katie.” Harry smiled back at her. She stepped back and Harry noticed that all three girls were smiling the same way that McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey were at him. After that, Wood pushed him onto the Pitch.
          Once inside the Quidditch Pitch, both Wood and Harry were surprised to see Madam Hooch standing in the middle of the grounds. Hooch smiled sweetly as she waved both Harry and Wood over to her. As both boys made their way over to Hooch, Lily began wondering why Hooch was out there, as the Flying Teacher and Quidditch referee was not known to take a vested interest in training sessions.
          “Ah, Wood, Potter, good morning gentleman.” Hooch said as she pulled her wand out a summoned a large case from under one of the stands. The large brown case with Hogwarts’ signet on it lowered next to Hooch, and she kicked it with a light tap with her foot. It opened and Harry saw three large balls, one of them light brown with two indentations on opposite sides, while the other two were smaller, and perfectly round, but they were wiggling under the straps that held them. After talking to Wood during dinner the previous night, Harry knew that the first ball was called a Quaffle, and the two moving balls were known as Bludgers. Harry also knew that there was another ball that Wood told him about, and according to him, it was what Harry was solely responsible for during all Quidditch games. Called the Golden Snitch, it was described to be wicked small and damn impossible to see, and it was Harry’s job to catch it before the other team’s Seeker. Whoever caught the Snitch would end the game and award their team 150 points, most likely winning the game for their team. Even after Wood described what the Snitch looked like, Harry felt like he had the easiest job on the team. However, he had yet to actually see the Snitch.
          “Good morning, Madam Hooch.” Wood said as he pulled his wand out from his holster and pointed it at the Quidditch broom closet. “Accio Gryffindor team brooms.” Wood said and the closet door swung open and seven old looking brooms floated out towards them. Almost instantly after Harry saw this, he heard both Fred and George groan loudly and saw Wood turn to face his team members. “Now team, since you’re up to see Harry train, I think it’s only fair that Harry should see how we train. So, everyone grab a broom and prepare to fly in a standard formation. That’s includes you too, Potter. Don’t worry though, just stay on my left side and follow closely what I do.”
          Still groaning, Fred and George picked up their brooms and lined up on the right side of Wood, while the three female Chasers were very cheerful as they pick up theirs and lined up in formation, Katie standing next to the Weasleys while Angelina and Alicia stood next to Harry. Harry and Wood had already had their brooms when the others lined themselves up, and Harry followed the others’ movements as they mounted their brooms and took off into the air. Soon after, Harry quickly found out why the Weasley twins groaned.
          At first, flying with the team was relatively easy, as Harry realized that they were in a classic bird-of-prey formation, or a standard ‘V’ as some might call it. Wood led them around the Quidditch Pitch flying both high and low, and making turns very slowly. However, Harry realized that was to make sure that he could keep it. All of a sudden, Wood had the team make several series of sharp turns, making sure that everyone stayed in formation, which fortunately, everyone did. Wood threw every flying tactic there was, which included scraping the ground without touching it, loop-de-loops, and even flying upside down. When they finally touched back down, Harry was nearly out-of-breath. However, Wood wasn’t done with Harry yet.
          “Not bad, Potter.” Wood said as he nodded satisfactory. “I can see why Professor McGonagall is impressed with your flying. However, you’re going to need your own broom. These alone are just training and practice. You can use them in a game in a pinch, but they’re not very practical when our competitors have a better class of brooms. For you, I think the new Nimbus Two-Thousand might suit you best. If you like, I’ll talk to Professor McGonagall to see if she can help.”
          “Thanks, Wood.” Harry said, still trying to catch his breath. “Is that all you need from me?”
          “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Potter.” Wood said to him and looked over to Madam Hooch. Hooch bent into the case and opened up a tiny compartment, pulling out a small golden orb with very distinct markings all over it. After she walked the Snitch over to Wood, he finally had to ask: “What are you doing here, Madam Hooch? Quidditch team Captains usually conduct trainings and practices without supervision.”
          “True, Wood.” Hooch said to him as she handed him the Snitch. “However, since you have a first-year on your team now, and since I never got a chance to see Potter’s skill yesterday, I decided to watch this training session to make sure Potter knows what to do during a game, and to make sure you don’t overdo it with him.”
          Wood nodded his understanding, and turned back to Harry showing him the Snitch. “Now, as soon as I release this, you need to fly up and catch it.” Wood told him, indicating to Harry should mount his broom again. “Be careful though, as it’s faster than your broom so you’ll have to maneuver around the Pitch to catch it. You don’t need to worry about losing it, as it can only fly within the Pitch itself. Are you ready?”
          Harry nodded and Wood tossed it high into the air and the Snitch revealed its two tiny wings and flew fast away from the ground. Harry pushed hard off of the ground and went after it, but as Wood said, the Snitch was incredibly faster than Harry’s broom. Harry was still able to keep his eyes locked on the tiny golden ball and watched its movements closely. Within moments, Harry anticipated that the Snitch would try to fly through one of the hoops on the far side of the Pitch. So, Harry flew straight for them and a moment later, he had the Snitch in his hand and was flying back down to Wood and Hooch. The entire Gryffindor team crowded around Harry as soon as he landed and they cheered him for his success, Wood and Hooch included.
          “Excellent flying, Potter.” Wood finally said after the cheering died down. Then he decided to address the entire team. “Alright, team. That’s all for today. However, don’t forget that our first official training takes place a month from now, and after that is our first practice as a team. Also, I’m afraid that our first match will be against Slytherin again this year, but now that we have Potter as our new Seeker, those cheaters don’t have a chance.”
          There was a collective groan as the Gryffindor team found out that they were facing Slytherin again as their first match. However, they cheered again after hearing Harry’s name. Harry had to wonder if the Slytherin Quidditch team were cheaters, why were they still playing. However, as the Gryffindors left, Harry started following, but Hooch had stopped him.
          “Hold on, Potter.” She called out and Harry turned to face her. She then turned to Wood who was busy gathering the brooms together so he could put them away. “Wood, I’ll take care of this. You can go and enjoy the rest of your day. Besides, I need to have a few words with your new Seeker.”
          Wood nodded and left with his team while Harry stood where Hooch had stopped him. Glancing over to his mother, who couldn’t be seen or heard by anyone but Harry since they were outside of the castle, Harry wondered what Hooch’s true motives were. Harry was also wondering if he was going to try and resist it, as right at that moment, his penis began swelling up again.
          Lily herself looked at Hooch and wondered the exact same thing. However, she also wondered if she wanted to stop it before it might happen. As much as she was disgusted at the actions of McGonagall yesterday, she couldn’t deny that she was turned on by what she had witnessed. Also, she wondered about the consequences if she did try, like Harry becoming so embarrassed that he might not want to talk to her for a long time. However, just because McGonagall took advantage of her son didn’t mean that Hooch was going to.
          “Harry, would you mind picking these brooms up and taking them to the broom closet?” Hooch smiled after placing the Snitch back into its compartment and closing the case. After taking her wand and using it to levitate the case in the air, she looked back at him. “I know that you don’t know this spell yet, but I’m quite sure that a little manual labor won’t kill you. I’ll be over there in a few moments to help you after I store this away in its proper place.”
          Harry nodded and breathed a sigh of relief as he began picking up the brooms and began carrying them to the broom closet. He carried four brooms over to the closet first, then went back for the other three. As he did, he noticed that Madam Hooch was underneath one of the Quidditch stands watching him intently. He also noticed that she was waving her wand around her body in the same manner McGonagall did the day before. Picking up the last three brooms, Harry kept his eyes locked on her as he made his way back over to the closet. Within moments, Hooch revealed herself as she looked in her late twenties, with short jet-black hair, bright green eyes, a very toned figure, and from what Harry could only guess from where he stood, D cup size breasts. Harry was simply stunned at the fact that both McGonagall and Hooch looked so young and beautiful for under their glamours, they looked like their actual ages.
          Harry took his eyes off of Hooch and opened the door to the broom closet. As soon as he did, Harry was pushed immediately inside of heard the door closed tightly behind him. Harry turned around and was fiercely pulled into a passionate kiss by Hooch. Harry’s penis instantly got hard again as Hooch forced his mouth open slightly so she could slide her tongue inside. Harry felt her tongue play around the insides of his mouth and he felt the urge to do the same. Harry’s tongue entwined with Hooch’s and Hooch moaned into the kiss. As she moaned, she showed even more forcefulness as she placed her hand on Harry’s crotch and began rubbing his dick through his pants, which caused Harry to moan into the kiss. At that moment, Harry saw his mother Lily standing just behind Hooch breathing heavily and touching herself in a manner that Harry had never seen before. Harry wanted to ask her what was going on with her, but Hooch had his mouth’s attention.
          After a few more moments, Hooch broke off the kiss and breathlessly panted close to Harry’s face. Harry breathlessly looked into the eyes of the attractive witch and another moment later he felt Hooch’s hands undoing the button on his trousers. Harry’s eyes stared at Hooch in complete shock as she smiled sweetly and pulled down his pants. Harry couldn’t help but to sigh as he felt the breeze touch his engorged member and groaned the instant that Hooch grabbed it and slowly started to jerk him off.
          “You know, Harry, there is something very different about you.” Hooch said to him, glancing down to see his pulsing dick. “I don’t know what it is, but ever since I first saw you during the Sorting, I’ve been feeling incredibly aroused and horny towards you. I must admit that I haven’t this way towards anyone in a very long time, not since I was a student here. I’m almost ashamed to admit this, but I masturbated that first night just thinking about you, and every night since. Harry, I know that it isn’t right, but I needed to something or I felt like I would have gone crazy.”
          ‘Is that’s what happening to me?’ Lily stopped masturbating and thought about what Hooch had told Harry. ‘No, I saw Harry get his wand and I didn’t feel anything like what I’m feeling now when he got it. Could it be when we got to Hogwarts? No, the only thing that changed was the fact that everyone could see me as long as Harry and I stayed inside the castle. The wand may be affecting the witches here, but the only way it would be affecting me was through our bond. Wait, could that be it? Could I be feeling aroused because Harry does? What kind of bond could cause this to happen?’
          As Lily was wondering this, Hooch had undone her blouse and revealed her large breasts. She then got onto her knees and positioned her tits in front Harry’s pulsing dick. She began jerking his cock faster as Harry moaned loudly within the closet they were in. Lily became mesmerized by the very sight of Hooch giving Harry a hand job, and slowly began masturbating again. Within moments of this, Harry placed his hands on Hooch’s shoulders and emitted a guttural growl. After that, several streams of white fluid shot out of Harry’s dick on landed on Hooch’s breasts. Hooch jerked him off harder as stream after stream of Harry’s sperm found their way to her large breasts and even managed to nail her face a couple of times. Hooch moaned heavily as she felt each and every stream of Harry’s cum touch the naked parts of her body. As the last streams of Harry’s juice hit Hooch’s breasts, she released Harry’s cock and fell to the ground and screamed out a moan that would have shattered the walls around them. Harry himself fell down to his knees and panting heavily, and while he did, he noticed that one of Hooch’s hand was under her long skirt and a steady stream of fluid coming out from where her hand was. Trying to compose himself, he glanced over to his mother who was also on her knees panting and moaning heavily. Harry also noticed that one of her hands was in between her legs hidden beneath her ghostly clothing. Harry was shock and surprised to see his mother in that position, yet he couldn’t deny how turned on he was by seeing her like this. Harry slowly placed his hand around his cock and began stroking his still hard member. Lily was just getting her composer back as she saw her son jerking himself off while looking at her. Lily was still breathing heavily, but was completely surprised by her son’s action. At that moment, she was wondering what might happen next if she allowed this to continue.
          “Harry, you can stop.” Hooch said still breathlessly after finally composing herself. Harry snapped out of his haze and released his dick, as Lily did the same by removing her hand from her crotch. They both stared at Hooch as she stood back up and buttoned up her blouse with Harry’s cum still on her breasts. After a moment, Hooch grabbed her wand and used it to magically evaporate Harry’s cum from her body and placed her glamour back on. When she was done, she looked back at Harry and smiled. “Thank you, Harry. I haven’t felt an orgasm like that in a long time. And it seems like you enjoyed it as well. It’s only natural, after all. You are a healthy young boy, and with a cock like that, you’re going to have every witch pining after you. I mean more than they already are, Harry.”
          Harry had already stood back up and buttoned up his trousers when Hooch made that last statement. “Wait a minute. You know what’s happening to these girls?”
          “Of course not, Harry.” Hooch answered, smiling sweetly at him again. “However, I would have to be blind to notice that every female student, as well as some of the teachers, are inexplicitly drawn to you. Even people like me and Professor McGonagall have not been able to stop thinking about you. Harry, it’s entirely up to you, but I think you should talk to Professor Dumbledore about this.”
          “No, Madam Hooch.” Harry frowned once again at hearing the headmaster mentioned. “Right now, he is not the one I would trust with this information. Unless this matter becomes an immediate danger to the school, or the students within it, then I will go to him for help. I can only ask right now, Madam Hooch, that you do not reveal this information to Dumbledore or Professor Snape unless it becomes absolutely necessary. Until then, I have a friend outside of the school who may be of help, so I would like to contact him at the earliest convenience. Also, I need to talk to Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey about this as well, so can you please keep this between us until I discover what’s been going on with me?”
          Both Hooch and Lily became shocked at hearing Harry’s sound logic on the matter. They knew that Harry was incredibly smart, but for him to use logic in this matter was something entirely new to them. After a moment longer of silence, Hooch responded. “Alright, Harry. I really had no intention of telling anyone else, though. The choice belongs entirely to you if you wish to tell. However, I would ask you to keep what happened in here a secret as well, as I love teaching here and watching you young kids learn Quidditch.”
          “I understand, Madam Hooch.” Harry smiled finally and motioned himself to leave. Before he left, though, Hooch kissed him one last time and opened the door for him to leave.
          Harry left the Quidditch Pitch and walked back to the castle with Lily following closely behind. Harry was walking with an almost strut to his step when Lily moved in front of him.
          “Harry, I’m sorry that you saw me like that.” Lily said to him, clearly ashamed at having him see her in that position. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I’ve been getting aroused any time someone has taken advantage of you. I’m afraid that includes what happened with McGonagall yesterday.”
          “You know about that?” Harry asked. After Lily nodded, Harry began walking again, and asked her while she followed. “What do you think I should do, Mum? You know I won’t go to Dumbledore with this, and I don’t want to go to anyone else here, with the exception of Professor McGonagall. The only option I can think of is to talk to Mr. Prendergast about this.”
          “You’re not mad at me?” Lily inquired as she gasped at how calm her son was with this whole situation.
          “No, of course not.” Harry responded, smiling at her to reassure her. “Mum, if anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I think the only way you could be aroused is because of the bond we share. After all, we don’t know what kind of bond we have, and according to Mr. Prendergast, he can’t reveal that information until I turn 13.”
          Lily smiled at this new sense of maturity that Harry was showing. However, at that moment, Neville came running out from the castle holding a stack of papers and headed straight for Harry.
          “Harry, you need to see this!” Neville exclaimed as he practically shoved the stack of papers into Harry’s hands. “Mr. Prendergast is on the front page!”
          Harry looked at what he now recognized as The Daily Prophet and saw a moving picture of several goblins around an open and empty vault. Floating in and out of the right side of the picture was Thaddeus looking very serious at one of the goblins. Surprised at seeing him in the picture, Harry read the article.

Break-In at Gringotts
By Samuel Knight

Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards currently unknown, a vault inside the Gringotts Wizard Bank in London was found opened the morning of August 1. The goblins have acknowledged that a breach in their security did occur the previous night, but they have insisted that nothing was stolen. The vault in question, 713, had in fact been emptied out earlier in the same day that the breach occurred. One of the current owners, a Mr. Thaddeus Prendergast, visited the vault during this interview, but has refused to comment on what was inside.

          Harry looked back at Neville with a bewildered look on his face. “713! That’s the vault Hagrid and I visited that day we went to Diagon Alley. And if Hagrid had access to the vault, it must mean that Dumbledore is also one of the owners of that vault.” Harry exclaimed as the realization hit him. He then grabbed Neville by the arm and pulled him towards a large hut on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
          When they got there, Hagrid had just walked outside and saw Harry and Neville walking towards him. Smiling, Hagrid waved the two boys over and took a seat on a large bale of hay. As soon as Harry and Neville reached Hagrid, Harry showed him the front page of the newspaper. “Hagrid, do you remember the vault that Dumbledore had you visit? It was broken into the night after you removed whatever it was inside of it.”
          Hagrid looked closely at the newspaper and frowned slightly for a few seconds before looking at both boys. “I’m sorry, boys, but I can’t talk about it.” Hagrid told them frankly. “Professor Dumbledore trusted me with upmost discretion, and I’m not about to let him down.”
          “Hagrid, do you or Dumbledore know this man?” Harry asked, pointing to the image of Thaddeus floating in and out of the picture.
          “No, Harry. I’ve never seen him before.” Hagrid said simply. “Dumbledore might, though, after all he’s a great man. He knows a lot of people around the world.”
          “Hagrid, does the item that you took from there belong to Dumbledore?” Neville decided to ask.
          “Sorry, Neville, but I can’t say that.” Hagrid told him, still frowning. “All I can say is that the item is in the castle safe and sound. After all, no one knows how to get past Fluffy, except for me and Dumbledore.” A moment of silence later, Hagrid said: “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
          Harry and Neville looked at each other before looking back at Hagrid. “Who’s Fluffy?” Neville asked.
          “Sorry, boys, but I can’t tell you anything more.” Hagrid answered, pulling out a wooded flute from his large coat. “Top secret, that is.”
          With that, Hagrid began playing a tune on the flute and it became clear to the boys that they weren’t going to get anything more from him. Harry and Neville walked back towards the castle, unsatisfied with what they learned, or lack thereof. Then a thought came to Harry and decided to share it with Neville.
          “Hey, Neville. Do you remember our first night when Dumbledore mentioned the third-floor corridor on the east side being out of bounds?” Harry asked him. After Neville nodded, he continued: “I think that whatever was in that vault is now hidden on the third-floor.”
          “Harry, please don’t tell me that you’re thinking of going there just to find out what it is?” Neville stopped him and asked, looking dead into his god-brother’s eyes.
          “Relax, Neville.” Harry told him, placing a calming hand on Neville’s shoulder. “I’m not planning on doing anything that foolish. Besides, Mr. Prendergast most likely knows what it is since the vault belongs to him. I ask him about it when I write to him later today. Till then, let’s go see Professor McGonagall and ask her about why your broom was bewitched.”
          Neville smiled at his god-brother and continued walking towards the castle. Harry walked with him, half-smiling and thinking how he broach the subject of what’s been going on with her and Hooch.

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Halloween Night-Great Hall

          Harry, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were talking amongst themselves, ignoring Ron purposely as he had made the mistake of pissing Harry off. While Hermione usually joined them at the table, usually eating while either studying or doing extra credit homework, tonight she was nowhere to be found. The reason for this was during Charms class when Hermione outshone Ron with the levitation spell: Windgardium Leviosa. Harry himself had already mastered the spell on his first attempt, followed by a little while after by Hermione. However, since Harry had already mastered the spell, he was closely watching his fellow Gryffindors and helped them when he could. Ron and Hermione, however, were on the other side of the classroom so Harry couldn’t help Ron. Hermione tried to help Ron, though, which for some reason Ron wasn’t receptive to it. It was then that Harry heard Ron bellow out: “You do it then, if you are so clever!”
          Following Professor Flitwick’s instruction, Hermione calming said the spell as she swished and flicked her wand. After seeing her successfully complete the spell, Ron turned his head away from everyone, clearly fuming at Hermione’s success. Harry was slightly worried for Ron, that was of course until Seamus’ feather blew up right next to Harry. He heard both Neville and Dean chuckle at that, for it was the first time Harry was stuck next to Seamus. After class, Harry was actually chuckling with Neville, Dean, and Seamus as they walked back to Gryffindor tower when Ron caught up to them.
          “Did you hear her?” Ron exclaimed to them. “Hermione’s a bloody nightmare! ‘It’s Leviosa, not Leviosar.’ Really, she’s a menace! It’s no wonder she hasn’t got any friends!”
          Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards Ron, angry that he had said something like that. He was about to tell him off when Hermione ran passed them with tears in her eyes. After she was out of sight, Harry grabbed Ron by his collar and pulled him closer to his face.
“Listen, Ron. I’m her friend.” Harry told him in angrily. “If you want to have a problem with her, you’re going to have a problem with me. If you don’t, then I suggest you find Hermione and apologize right away!”
With that, he let go of him and Ron ran off after Hermione, clearly afraid to get on Harry’s bad side. Ron had spent most of his time at Hogwarts telling everyone that he was friends with the ‘Great Harry Potter’, which annoyed Harry somewhat, but he decided to let it slide. It became clear to Harry that Ron was somewhat of a fanboy, especially how after Harry became the new Seeker, Ron had told the entire school and bragged that Harry would win the Quidditch Cup for the Gryffindors this year. Again, this annoyed Harry, but seeing as Ron couldn’t help himself, he let it go.
Dinner time came and as Harry joined his fellow classmates, he saw Ron eating, or devouring the plate in front of him, but no Hermione. Harry decided to ask Ron if he apologized to her yet, to which he nodded energetically with his mouth full of food. Harry sat down across from him and a plate of food magically appeared in front of him. Harry began eating, letting his anger of Ron go at the moment. However, Neville, Dean, and Seamus entered the Great Hall and walked straight towards Ron with angry looks on their faces. Once there, Neville looked over at Harry and said to him: “Hemione’s in the girl’s bathroom crying. Parvati said she’s been in there ever she heard what Ron said.”
At that moment, Harry was about to jump up from his seat and grab Ron again by his collar. However, a frightened Professor Quirrell bolted in to the Great Hall and shouted: “Troll! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to know.”
The entire student populous screamed loudly and panicked, with the exception of Harry. Harry could feel a slight bit of fear at the fact that a troll had gotten in to the school, but he couldn’t help but feel that this was only a distraction for someone, or something. Dumbledore shouted and calmed the entire hall down, and told every student to go back to their dorms while the teachers deal with the dungeons.
Harry let go of his anger at Ron for the time being and looked at Neville. “Did Parvati say which bathroom Hermione’s in?”
“Yeah, follow me.” Neville replied and led Harry out of the Great Hall. Lily saw Harry and Neville separate themselves away from the group after they exited the Hall and headed in another direction. Lily immediately floated in front of them and said: “Just where do you two think you’re going? There’s a troll in the school. You both should be on your way to Gryffindor tower.”
“We need to go get Hermione, Mum.” Harry told her. “Somebody’s got to warn her about the troll.”
After a moment, Lily moved out of the boys’ path. “Alright, but after we find her, we need to head back to the tower right away.”
With that, Neville continued leading Harry to the girl’s bathroom where Hermione was. All three of them moved as fast as they could until they heard a deafening scream from several feet away. Recognizing that the scream was Hermione’s, Harry broke into a fast run towards the direction the scream came from.
When Harry, Neville, and Lily found Hermione, she was hiding underneath one of the sinks directly next to a near fifteen-foot tall troll holding a giant size club that was bigger than both Harry and Neville combined. The troll looked around the bathroom and swung his club around smashing everything in its path. As it did, it growled and slowly turned around to face the boys who had their wands drawn and ready to fight. However, Lily had another idea.
“Harry, Neville, I’ll distract it while you two pull Hermione to safety.” Lily explained to them. “When she’s free, all of you get back to the tower. Do not engage the troll!”
Both Harry and Neville nodded and put away their wands as Lily grabbed several pieces of broken wood and threw it at the troll’s face. The troll slowly turned and faced Lily as she picked up more debris and threw it into its face. As the troll growled in anger and swung his club in Lily’s direction, smashing it into the wall, both Harry and Neville crawled under the bathroom sinks and tried to reach a frightened Hermione. After seeing that the troll was distracted by Lily, Hermione slowly crawled over to Harry and Neville, both boys motioning her to take it slowly, as to not to get the troll’s attention. Hermione managed to reach the boys, but as they slowly made their way back under the sinks, Lily screamed out in pain. Harry looked and saw his mother lying on the floor against the wall where a big hole was. Somehow, the club in the troll’s big thick hand was able to hurt Lily even though she was a ghost. Harry couldn’t understand what just happened, nor did he care at that moment. Harry stepped out from under the sinks and faced the large grey monster, the rage inside of him boiling over much like it first did when he caused the earthquake all of those years ago. However, Harry had a much better control over his magic this time, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath,
          “Neville, get Hermione out of here now!” Harry yelled as the troll turned to face him, swinging his club slowly. Neville grabbed Hermione by her hand and quickly led her out of the girl’s bathroom, and as soon as Harry knew that they had left, Harry opened his eyes and looked at the troll with intense hatred. At that moment, the entire bathroom began shaking uncontrollably and Harry let a small smile show on his face. The troll growled loudly as his entire body was shaking with the small quake that Harry was generating. Clearly angry that this was happening, the troll swung his club straight at Harry, who simply stood his ground, not even budging as the large, thick weapon was hurtling towards him. Right before the club was going to hit him though, Harry summoned a stalagmite from the earth below as it shattered the bathroom floor and crashed right into the troll’s club. The moment that happened, Harry placed his hand on the stalagmite, and right in front of the troll, he transformed the rock formation into a restraint on the troll’s arm. After that, Harry summoned another stalagmite from the ground and shot it straight for the troll’s other arm. The troll growled in pain as the stalagmite impaled it in its hand and Harry transformed that one into a restraint as well. Now being held in place, Harry smiled wider and took one step back, saying to the giant troll: “Don’t fuck with my mother!”
With that, Harry summoned two more stalagmites, one more from directly between him and the troll and the other from the wall where Lily had been slammed into. Lily herself had rose back to her feet and silently watched her son as he summoned the stalagmites. However, she uttered a small gasp as she witnessed what her son did next. Harry placed his hands on the first stalagmite and with murderous intent in his eyes, caused the stalagmite to break off from the ground and shot it into the troll’s chest like a bullet. The troll groaned in pain and in shock as the brownish earth infused into the troll’s flesh and the troll fell down onto its knees. When that happened, Harry simply glanced at the stalagmite from the wall and mentally commanded it to take the troll’s head off. The stalagmite broke off from the wall and flew straight at the troll’s head, instantly beheading the monster as greyish blood sprayed from the open hole where its head once was. The blood sprayed everywhere around the bathroom, with Harry being nearly bathed in it as the troll’s body fell down in front of him, with pools of its blood pouring out from it. Harry looked down at the dead troll’s body, and then looked at its separated head now lying next to a toilet. Harry had a strange urge to laugh at that moment, but as his attention was turned to his mother, who had a shocked look on her face, Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell ran into the bathroom with Hermione and Neville directly behind them.
“Oh, my goodness!” McGonagall exclaimed as they all saw the decapitated remains of the troll next to a blood-soaked Harry. “Explain yourself right now, Mr. Potter!”
“I had no choice, Professor.” Harry responded, breathing heavily as his adrenaline dropped down. “Somehow, the troll was able to hurt Mum, so I fought the troll to stop it.”
Snape glanced over at Lily for a moment before glaring at the young wizard. “Your mother is dead, Potter!” Snape snapped at him. “We may see her here, but she is only a ghost! The dead cannot die again, so any pain she may have felt is no excuse for murdering a helpless creature.”
“Helpless?!” Harry shouted right at the black-haired man. “How is a mountain troll a helpless creature? It would have killed Hermione, Neville, and me just for being near it. I know that trolls aren’t intelligent, pretty much brainless in comparison to other creatures, but they’re not helpless in any way. Also, I expect you to give my mother the respect she is due. Whether or not you believe it, but my defeat of Lord Voldemort only happened because she sacrificed herself to protect me from his magic.”
Snape immediately became red-faced at hearing Harry’s response, and was about to respond to him, but McGonagall raised her hand in front of Snape to silence him from speaking. “Very well said, Mr. Potter.” She said to him, smiling just enough for Harry to see. “However, that does not tell us what you three are doing out of your dormitory.”
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment, Hermione walked around the teachers and faced McGonagall. “It’s my fault, Professor.” She told McGonagall, keeping her head down to avoid eye contact. “I went after the troll. I read about them and thought that I could handle it. If Harry, Neville, and Mrs. Potter hadn’t come to my rescue, I’d probably be dead.”
“Be that as it may, Miss Granger.” McGonagall frowned at the young witch. “I expected more from a bright witch such as yourself, and I am severely disappointed with your serious lack of judgement. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor.
“Mr. Longbottom.” McGonagall turned around to the boy, who was slightly frightened about how McGonagall might react. “While both you and Mr. Potter did disobey Professor Dumbledore when he ordered all students to go to their dormitories, I must applaud you both for your loyalty to Miss Granger and the courage to confront a fully-grown mountain troll. I hereby award five points each to you and Mr. Potter for that and for the fact that you’re alive to tell the tale, which is sheer dumb luck.”
Neville smiled at hearing this, but remained silent as McGonagall looked at both Hermione and Neville. “Now, you two please return to your dormitory while I escort Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing. We need to check to see if he succumbed to any injuries, after all.”
Neville and Hermione left shortly after, but not before Hermione turned to Harry and gave him a big smile. McGonagall waited until Neville and Hermione left before taking Harry by his hand and leading him out of the bathroom. Snape left shortly after, glaring at Quirrell before he did. Quirrell, now left alone, looked at the dead troll’s decapitated body before looking directly into a mirror. With an intense frown, he said: “The boy is truly powerful, Albus. More importantly, the distraction didn’t work. Snape met me just before I met your first obstacle. It would be impractical to try now, since your errand boy will be keeping a close eye on me from now on.”
After a moment, the image of Albus Dumbledore appeared through the mirror. “I will take care of Severus after the holiday, Quirinus.” Dumbledore said to him with a frown. “I have manipulated him for over a decade now, after all, so don’t worry about him. As for Potter, he has shown me that he has a weakness where his mother is concerned. So, this little failed distraction has given me a bit of useful information about the boy. However, I think that it’s time to see how strong his own survival instincts are. After all, what’s danger without a little Quidditch.”
Dumbledore laughed loudly before telling Quirrell his plan, and afterward, Quirrell smiled and laughed as well.

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A hour later-Hospital Wing

“Well, Harry, I’d say that you had quite the experience.” Madam Pomfrey stated as she slowly undressed the boy wizard. Harry was standing behind a hospital curtain as Pomfrey removed his stained clothes from his body. McGonagall and Lily was fortunately on the other side of the curtain, so Harry slowly relaxed somewhat as Pomfrey smiled wider every time she took off a piece of Harry’s clothing. The blood from the troll that was all over Harry had been slowly removed prior to Pomfrey taking off Harry’s clothes. She explained to Harry that troll blood was incredibly tricky to remove, even magically. However, after almost a full hour, Pomfrey had cleaned him off and insisted that she had to remove his clothes to ensure that the blood from the troll had been completely removed from Harry’s body. As Pomfrey removed Harry’s underwear, she took a step back and shook her head. “Oh dear, I was afraid of this.”
Harry, slightly embarrassed about being completely naked in front of the witch, looked at his body and saw that there was nothing out of the ordinary on his body. No troll blood was on his body, just the normal scars that were caused by his time with the Dursleys. So, he looked back up at Pomfrey and asked: “I’m sorry, but what’s wrong?”
Pomfrey just smiled wider and looked past the curtain. “Minerva, you better come and take a look at Harry. I’m afraid that you may be right about what would happen.”
          McGonagall walked past the curtain and looked directly at Harry’s crotch area. This caused Lily to float over and see what was wrong with Harry, and saw the same thing: Harry’s six-inch dick sticking out proudly at all three of them. Harry followed their eyes toward what they were looking at, and finally realized that his dick was hard and as soon as he did, he felt completely dizzy and fell backwards. Pomfrey quickly caught him and sat him down on the bed behind him. Then, placing a hand on his forehead, Pomfrey explained: “It’s magical bloodlust. For a wizard as young as you are, Harry, for this to happen is simply incredible. After a wizard or witch make their very first kill, they can become so overwhelmed with lust that they are known to do whatever it takes to get their release. Of course, this has only happened to adult witches and wizards, as no one as young as you have intently killed anyone before, not even Lord Voldemort. Afterwards, many of these witches and wizards either go back to being normal, or they become so addicted to the feeling that they kill mercilessly over and over. Now, with magical bloodlust, it can affect you several times during your lifespan, or this might be the only occasion that you will deal with this. However, in the case of the former, you need to be prepared for what you need to do in case that come to pass.”
          “What should I do?” Harry said, his eyes half-glazed over as McGonagall gently laid him down on the bed. Lily herself knew what the answer was, and she was getting less surprised by how turned on she was now getting. Harry himself was feeling his penis throbbing now and his heart pounding throughout his entire body. After another few moments, McGonagall leaned over Harry’s upper body in her non-glamour form and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth again. While this was happening, Harry felt the expert hands of Madam Pomfrey grab his member and begin to stroke it. As McGonagall broke off the kiss, Harry glanced over at Pomfrey and saw her non-glamour form: appearance in her mid-thirties, long light-brown hair, blue eyes, and what looked like perky B cup breasts. Pomfrey stood up from her kneeling position and took McGonagall’s place as McGonagall took Pomfrey’s place and began slowly stroking Harry’s erect dick. It was then that Pomfrey finally answered him.
“Masturbation can ease it, but it will not dismiss it completely.” She told him, smiling sweetly. “The only way to make the bloodlust go away for a significant amount of time, perhaps forever, is with intense sexual activity. Now, Minerva and I are esteemed people inside these walls, so we cannot service you in such a manner…”
“Even though we must admit that we want to. Right Poppy?” McGonagall smiled at her, licking her lips in the process.
Pomfrey smiled back at her and nodded almost energetically before turning back to Harry and stroked his jet-black hair. “Yes, Harry, I must admit that I have fantasied about you every night since you came to Hogwarts.” She said to him, licking her lips as well. “I know that you’ve been wondering about this strange attraction that every female here has for you, and Minerva and I have been looking into it. However, the only explanation we have for what’s been happening would be if you have Veela in your blood.”
Lily was getting turned on by watching what Pomfrey and McGonagall were doing to her son, but stop herself from masturbating when Pomfrey mentioned the Veela. Lily almost gasped in understanding a possible reason for every witch’s attraction to her son. While she knew that Harry was in no way part Veela, as every Potter that existed until Harry was known to be of Pureblood decent, it was possible that Ollivander could have not noticed that there was a second core in Harry’s wand. However, she knew that every witch and wizard was taught to mentally protect themselves from a Veela’s allure, as she learned it herself during her third year at Hogwarts. So, why would it affect McGonagall, Pomfrey, and Hooch in such a lustful way?
“We know that cannot be, though, as your father was a Pureblood and your mother was Muggleborn.” Pomfrey continued as McGonagall stood up and began undressing herself. Pomfrey did the same, but continued talking to Harry. “So, we have no answer to why we are deeply attracted to you in this way. All we will do is help you right now, Harry, because if you don’t feel sexual release soon, you might act rashly and search for someone not willing to oblige.”
Harry gasped out loud as he saw the naked figures of both McGonagall and Pomfrey standing near him. Both women smiled a bit wider as McGonagall kneeled back down next to Harry’s crotch and began to stroke his dick again. Pomfrey leaned over to Harry’s face and passionately kissed him, pressing her pointed breasts against his bare chest. His lust taking control of him, he grabbed the back of Pomfrey’s head and pressed her deeper into him. Harry opened his mouth and allowed Pomfrey to stick her tongue inside, and Harry’s tongue slid into hers. Both McGonagall and Lily watched Harry do this, and they both began masturbating heavily as Pomfrey wildly moaned into the kiss. Pomfrey grabbed one of Harry’s hands and moved it to her breasts and Harry instinctively gave it a squeeze, causing her to moan more. Harry felt McGonagall speed up the pace with his dick in her hands as she panted and moaned just enough for Harry and Lily to hear. Harry felt her hands grip his erection harder and he groaned at the feeling of being jerked off. Pomfrey panted and moaned after she finally broke off her kiss and Harry could tell that she was masturbating too. During this time, Harry gave a quick glance over to Lily, who had floated behind McGonagall at that moment, and saw his mother panting and moaning herself. Harry felt the intensity of his lust and could no longer keep control of the buildup. He groaned even louder and felt euphoria as he orgasmed all over himself and McGonagall.
“Oh my goodness, Harry!” McGonagall nearly shouted as she felt the thick streams of Harry’s sperm hit her body. Pomfrey went over to her and without a moment of hesitation licked off a stream of it from her face. After McGonagall released Harry’s hard dick from her hand, she impulsively locked lips with her friend. Harry watched this and felt his lust boil over again, and began masturbating himself. Lily had orgasmed shortly after, and seeing McGonagall and Pomfrey kiss each other passionately, her own lust was in control as she kept masturbating to the vision. McGonagall broke the kiss off and gave Harry a lustful smile, saying: “This is only the beginning, Harry. After all, we need to take care of this…” Looking at Harry’s erection lustfully. “Until you regain control of it.”
Harry spent the entire night in the Hospital Wing with the two witches, and his mother. And until Christmas, he had never had a better night.

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