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            The first indication that something was going to happen was Dumbledore standing up. People noticed that and the silence grew as people turned their attention to Dumbledore. Harry wondered what was up. Eventually the great hall fell silent.

            “Good evening all. I trust you are enjoying your dinners,” Dumbledore began. “I must inform you all of an event that is to take place at Hogwarts this year, an event that has not taken place in ages. Therefore it is my duty to inform you all that because of this event Quidditch is to be canceled this year.”

That set off a storm of protest as everybody reacted to that. Dumbledore stood there with his hands behind his back and waited for the noise to die down. When it finally did he moved on.

            “The event I am referring to is an event called the Triwizard Competition,” he revealed.

Once more the hall broke out in excited chatter. Harry turned to Hermione.

            “What the hell is that?” he asked, knowing that Hermione would provide an answer.

It was Dumbledore that provided the answer. “For those of you who don’t know, the Triwizard Competition is a competition to test the witch or wizard in a lot of things. Each task is carefully planned to test the witch and wizard in a number of ways. The winner gets one thousand Galleons and a trophy.”

That set off everybody once more and it got very noisy in the hall. The twins were discussing the news between them and Harry started to wonder how this was going to affect everything. Dumbledore went on to announce that Durmstrang and Beaubatons would be guests at Hogwarts for the duration of the contest. Harry had heard of the other two schools and wondered how those two schools measured up to Hogwarts. He decided to ask Hermione later as he was sure she would be finding out about everything. He turned back to his dinner.

            Harry’s first run in with Draco Malfoy came after dinner. Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin, racist, bigoted, and just simply the most irritating prick Harry had the misfortune to meet. Snape however, was in a class all by himself.

            “Going to enter, scarhead?” came a most unwelcome voice, shattering Harry’s pleasant evening and he turned to face Malfoy.

            “I’m thinking of it,” Harry stated. “I don’t know much about it though.”

Draco smirked. “My father told me all about it, Potter. I don’t need to get in it for the money as I am very wealthy unlike you. I hear you lost nearly all of the Potter fortune.”

            “Did you now?” Harry relaxed and hoped he would get more from not going aggressive.

Draco didn’t disappoint. “Oh yes. My father tells me that a greedy goblin at Gringotts sold off everything you had.”

Harry needed to write a letter to Ragnock in the morning. “And so?”

Draco laughed. “So now not only is your parents dead, you are poor. Did you have to bury your Mommy and Daddy in cardboard boxes?”

Draco had crossed the line, and everybody knew it. Before Harry could respond Snape appeared behind Draco. Draco turned to see Snape there.

            “Come, Mr. Malfoy, do not waste your time with a nobody like Potter. We noble do not consort with common trash like Potter,” Snape said.

Harry watched as Draco strutted off. He turned back to the twins and shrugged his shoulders. The crowd that had gathered to see a fight broke up and people went their way. The twins fell in behind Harry. The three of them went up to the Gryffindors common room to discuss the situation. That conversation lasted late into the night, especially after Hermione joined the conversation and told them all about the competition. It was planned for the schools to arrive in October. Harry went to the bookcase in the Gryffindors common room to see if he could find something on the other two schools but didn’t.

            “You won’t find anything on the other two schools other than basic descriptions, Harry. I already looked there and up in the library,” Hermione told him.

            “We could approach the other schools and ask,” Harry suggested.

Hermione liked that idea. “We could form a school club to promote study of other countries.”

            “That’s something to think of,” Harry replied as he stretched, feeling tired. “I am tired and I am going to turn in. See you in the morning.”

Harry went up to his room and found Neville standing over an unconscious Ron.

            “It was weird, Harry!” Neville exclaimed. “Ron said he was going to look in your trunk for something and put his hand on the top. There was a bright flash and a strange noise. I saw Ron get tossed to the other side of the room.”

The security protections Harry had gotten on the trunk had worked. Harry pulled his wand and cast wingardium leviosa on Ron and floated him into his bed. Harry closed the curtains on Ron’s bed and turned to Neville.

            “Let him sleep it off. If he doesn’t wake by noon tomorrow, we call in Madame Pomphrey to check him out,” Harry advised.

Neville and Harry went to bed after Harry peeked in on Ron.

            Harry went down into his trunk the next morning early while people were still sleeping. He needed to work out and had missed it yesterday. Harry pulled on a pair of shorts and went right to work lifting weights. His father James Potter had taught Harry well and it was paying off well. Harry had gotten a bit bigger and he wanted to keep on doing it as he believed it was doing him a lot of good. He liked the feeling of working out hard and feeling fit. He decided it was something he would continue to do for the rest of his life. Harry turned in a good workout and it made him feel good. The cherub sitting on the mantle of his fireplace advised him the coast was clear.

            “Yer looking good kid,” he said before sending Harry topside.

Harry had to smile. He never thought a cherub could be that way, wearing a bowler hat and be chomping on cigars. Melville the cherub certainly defied the set description of a cherub. Harry went to the shower after getting his shower gear together. He discovered he had the place to himself and started looking round. The shower room reminded him of the shower room he once saw in the school he had gone to prior to Hogwarts. It was wide open and that didn’t bother him as he had used similar showers back at the Potter Mansion in the pool house and in the training room. He didn’t care if someone walked in while he was taking his shower just as long as they didn’t catch him wanking.

            He sighed as the warm water started rolling off him. He got to work lathering up and hoping nobody walked in, took his favorite toy in hand and leaned his back against the wall and started jacking off. He closed his eyes and pictured Colin Creevey in his mind. Colin was one of those pretty boys and Harry wondered about him. Should he try to chat him up and hope it goes someplace? He decided to try. Now he was wanking off imagining it was Colin doing it. His body shuddered as Harry came to a great orgasm, looking down in time to see his cum shooting out of his cock. He sighed as he relaxed, slowly coming down from his sexual high. He got back under the shower and began to rinse the soap off him. He missed Ron coming into the shower room as the water got into his face.

            “OH MY GOD!” Harry heard Ron exclaim loudly.

He turned to see Ron standing there gaping at him. Harry knew what it was that Ron had seen. Ron had seen his tattoos. Harry knew that people would eventually find out about them but he never expected Ron to be the one to see them.

            “Good morning Ron,” Harry said as he shut off the water.

Ron snapped out of his stupor. “What the bloody hell are those things?”

Harry reached for a towel and began to dry off. “They are called tattoos, Ron. They are colored pictures that go on a person’s into the skin and they stay there for life.”

            “Why get them?” Ron asked.

Harry stepped into a pair of white briefs. “Because I wanted to.”

            “You’re a freak!” Ron snapped, his mean streak coming through once more.

Harry had heard the insult so many times from his Uncle Vernon that if and when it came from the oversized whale it didn’t bother him. Coming from Ron, well, that was unexpected. Before the situation could get any worse, Fred and George arrived. Both of them had seen them yesterday and knew what they were after Harry told them about it.

            “Good morning ickle Ronniekins,” George said.

Ron went off. “Stop calling me that or I will tell Mom about your experiments!”

            “Somebody’s cranky this morning,” Fred observed.

            “Tell Mum anything and you will regret it Ronniekins,” George smiled.

Harry shivered at the sight. A smiling Weasley twin after he’s been insulted is a scary sight indeed. Harry decided to never get on their bad side. Ron ignored the threat and pointed.

            “Harry’s a freak!” he yelled.

            “And?” Fred asked as he started his shower.

Harry pulled on a t-shirt and left the shower room and left. The twins can fix his wagon.

            Harry sat on the examining table in the hospital wing as Madame Pomphrey examined Harry’s tattoos with Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall looking on.

            “Well?” Dumbledore asked.

Madame Pomphrey looked up at Dumbledore. “There is nothing I can do to remove them. They are there for life.”

Harry reached for his t-shirt and pulled it on. Then he pulled on a long sleeved button up shirt and left it open.

            “Why did you allow them to be put on you, Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry slid off the table. “Because I wanted them.”

            “Did you even consider the decision?” Dumbledore continued to ask questions.

Harry looked very put out. “I did consider the decision. Very carefully. In the end I decided to get them, and it is my decision on what I will do with myself, and nobody else is to decide for me what I can and can’t do.”

Dumbledore’s mustache twitched and Harry knew he was pissed. “You are not yet adult, Harry. You are fourteen and incapable of making adult decisions.”

            “Sorry to disappoint you sir, but in the eyes of the ministry and the goblins, I am adult due to my being emancipated. Apparently that little fact has slipped your mind. To make it even more clearly to you I have been named Lord of House Potter and I now wear the Potter Family Ring,” Harry informed him, holding up his hand and the ring shimmered into view as Harry canceled the spell hiding it.

If looks could kill, Harry would have been dead seven times over from the glare that Dumbledore gave him.

            “That means your interference in my life is at an end,” Harry stated.

            “What interference?” Dumbledore smiled, trying to save the situation.

Harry sighed. “Okay, since you want to play that game, let’s run down the list. Illegally locking away the Potter Wills. Leaving me on the doorstep of so called relatives in the middle of freezing November, relatives who hated my guts and abused me for thirteen years. Keeping me in the dark about my Wizarding heritage. Keeping from me information that was and is critical to me such as the prophecy made about me by Trelawney. Yes I know all about it and I know it word for word so don’t act shocked, old goat.”

            “Potter!” Snape roared. “Show proper respect!”

Harry glanced over at Snape. “I do, to those who respect me. Let’s see, what else? Paying people money from my trust vault to spy on me. Knowing full well what Voldemort is capable of you did nothing to train me for the moment when I do go up against him. Plotting to use me in a bid to rule the Wizarding World. When I put on the Family Ring it destroyed all of the blocks you put on me. The theory is that you planned to remove them all in one go in a bid to kill Voldemort and me in one go, produce a will in my writing that gives you everything, take all of the credit for “training me and guiding me” and then somebody says what a cool dude, let’s make him the King of the Wizarding World. Am I right?”

Dumbledore was trembling in anger. “It seems you are going dark, Harry.”

Harry laughed out loud. “Just because I am gay, wear an earring for my gay identity, a collar, and tattoos because I am a rebel, does not mean I am going dark, old man. I have seen what going dark does to a person. Snape here is a prime example of that. You don’t have to look far to see the anger and hate coming off him. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side. Once a person starts down the dark path they can never return or get off it. There is a price for walking the dark path and committing evil. It can, and will, take your life. Do you honestly believe I would want that for my life? I don’t. I choose to walk the path of light. I choose to live my life in the way I want to. I know of Tom Riddle’s life because I have investigated it over the summer. It seems to me that you could have stepped in and done something to help him. If you had, Snape would have never become a death nibbler of a dark lord wannabe, my parents would still be alive, Longbottom would have his parents in their right minds, and the countless people who lost their lives to him would still be alive. So if anyone is to blame for this mess, it is you. Now if you don’t mind I am going to get breakfast if it isn’t too late.”

With that, Harry walked out and slammed the door hard.

            Harry sighed as he rode one of the stairs to a lower floor. He hadn’t wanted to reveal what he knew of Dumbledore’s activities right then but he had and he needed to send a letter to Griphook at Gringotts immediately to warn him. He ducked into a class room on the way down and wrote the letter. Hedwig was waiting for Harry when he got to the table. People were looking at him as he sat down. Harry reached out to rub her on the head and she fluffed up her feathers and cooed.

            “How did you know I needed you, girl?” Harry asked.

            “She knew because she’s bonded to you Harry,” a voice said.

Harry located the voice, and it was Colin Creevey. “I know because I read about it. The book said that some familiars will bond themselves to their owners because of how they love them. Hedwig must love you a lot to do that, Harry.”

Hermione backed him up. “Very true, Harry. Colin must have read the same book I did.”

Harry smiled. “Always knew she was unusual, Colin. You just don’t find owls like that. When I first saw her I felt something between us. Up to a delivery, Hedwig?”

Hedwig eagerly bobbed her head and Harry attached the letter to her leg and she was off. Harry turned to Hermione as he bit into a piece of toast.

            “So, did I miss anything?”

Hermione chuckled. “Not much other than the redheaded prat screaming that you’re the next Dark Lord and that You-Know-Who is training you in secret.”

Harry roared in laughter at that.

            “Harry’s not dark and never will be. If he is then I’m a death eater,” Neville said.

There was laughter to that one and the hall slowly returned to normal.

            Harry was up in the library reading. He was getting bored with the book he was reading. He got up and put the book back into place. He decided to go down to the lake for a bit and swim. He went up to the Gryffindor Tower to change into his silver Speedo. He pulled shorts and a t-shirt on after changing into his Speedo. Grabbing a towel he left his dorm and headed down. He stopped long enough to see the Twins lounging around looking bored too.

            “Hey you bums, I’m headed down to the lake for a swim. Wanna join me?” Harry asked.

That idea went over very well with everybody in the room. There was a rush for the dorms. Colin was the first down. George was next.

            “I’m going to wait for Fred. See you guys there,” George said.

Harry and Colin left the tower and headed out the main doors onto the grounds. As they walked towards the lake, Harry had the feeling that Colin wanted to say something.

            “Go ahead and say what’s on your mind, Colin, or it will eat you alive. The worst that can happen is my saying no,” Harry spoke up.

            “ImgaytooandIwannafuckyou,” Colin said in a rush.

            “Easy there!” Harry exclaimed. “A bit slowly this time.”

They went round a stand of trees and saw the lake in the distance.

            “Harry, I’m gay too and I fancy you and would like to make it with you,” Colin said.

Harry stopped and Colin turned towards him. Harry put his right hand behind Colin’s head and gently drew him in close and kissed him. When he backed off Colin had a look of bliss on his face. He slowly smiled.

            “That was beautiful,” he whispered.

            “Can that hold you until later?” Harry asked.

Colin smiled. “Yeah, it can.”

Colin told Harry about himself and Dennis having sex with each other and Harry smiled.

            “Twincest must be fun,” Harry said. “I know a set of twins who like it too.”

Colin raised his eyebrows. “You do? Do they like pranks a lot? Dennis and I aren’t twins.”

Harry laughed out loud. “For me to know and you to find out. Sorry, I thought you guys were twins. I’m sure you guys are happy together.”

Colin then gave Harry the pleading puppy dog eyes and he nearly broke. “Sorry Colin, I can’t reveal secrets. You have to find out on your own.”

Colin glared at Harry, crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip. Harry laughed once more and started off towards the lake once more. He found a nice spot on the lawn by the lake close to the dock and spread out a blanket he brought with him and dropped his towel on the blanket. He pulled off his shirt and shorts and then headed to the docks. He took two quick steps and did a perfect dive into the lake. He came up a moment later to the surface and noted a few of the Gryffindors arriving. He swam to the shore and got out of the water and went back to the edge of the dock and dived in once more. When he came up he noted a few of the Gryffindors had lined up and were waiting their turn to dive in. He moved out of the way and a boy dived in. As the Gryffindors hit the water the merpeople came to the surface to see what was going on. Harry came face to face with one of the older ones and smiled. The person smiled back and Harry hoped that was a good sign. Harry looked up to see Flitwick arrive with a group of kids from Ravenclaw House. Flitwick waved his wand and another diving platform appeared by the dock, this one a bit higher that the dock. One boy climbed the ladder and went to the edge of the diving board. He turned around and got on his toes and then executed a neat dive with a couple of twists and turns in it. He then started doing all kinds of dives as the other kids watched. Flitwick then conjured up colorful floats, beach balls, and to the delight of a few muggleborn kids, a volleyball and a net after they described it to the short professor. Harry knew that size had nothing to do with ability as he was sure that Flitwick would hand him his arse in a friendly match any day. Harry snagged one of the colorful floats and rolled onto his back in the middle of one and sighed. This was definitely a good way to relax.

            Word must have gotten round the castle because more and more kids began showing up, including Dumbledore and a few of the teachers. Dumbledore conjured up a large colorful shade for himself and the teachers and settled into a lounger. McGonagall had discarded her robes in favor of jeans and a Gryffindor House t-shirt. In the three years Harry had been here he’d never seen McGonagall in anything less than what she normally wore. Harry wondered what made her decide to come out and join in the fun. He decided it was best to not ask. Harry turned his head to look when he heard kids screaming and discovered the giant squid that lived in the lake had come up to see what was going on and was allowing kids to slide down three of his tentacles while using another two to toss kids out into another part of the lake. Harry swore the creature had a smile on his face.

            “Hey Harry,” Fred popped up on his left side.

            “Yo,” George said.

Harry grinned. “What’s up with you guys?”

            “Out here enjoying the day,” Fred grinned.

            “Checking out the girls,” George sighed.

            “And the boys too,” Fred stage whispered.

Harry laughed out loud. “You guys might want to pay a little more attention to a set of brothers in Gryffindor House. They like to play too. And speaking of brothers, you guys need to put a leash on Ron. He’s been selling me out to Dumbledore ever since I met him on the train first year. He told the old man about my tattoos and according to Neville he’s been breaking into my trunk the three years I have been here. I know Ron has been selling me out to the old man because the goblins at Gringotts have informed me that he’s been getting money from Dumbledork that Dumbledork gets out of my trust vault. Your Mum and Ginny has been getting my money too. Sorry guys.”

Both of them nodded their heads quietly. Fred looked up at Harry.

            “You don’t need to apologize to us for something you found out. We just recently found out too after finding one of Ron’s discarded letters dated yesterday this morning. There was enough written for us to get the idea after deciphering his chicken scratching and spelling mistakes. We sent the letter to Dad at his Ministry office two hours ago. We are not sure about Charlie and Bill yet as we plan on writing letters to them too. We are not sure if we should approach Percy and said so to Dad,” Fred said.

            “First off what Ron is doing is not going to affect my friendship with you guys. I love you guys as brothers and as of yesterday, playmates. I am going to need your help when it comes time to fight Voldemort and his death eaters,” Harry said.

            “You think Voldemort isn’t gone?” George asked.

            “The old man seems sure of it. How and why I don’t know. I myself won’t believe it until I see it,” Harry said. “For right now I plan on enjoying myself this year and right now is a good start. It was too nice a day to be cooped up inside.”

Harry had let his hands drop into the water and he reached for their crotches. He found them and gently squeezed their packages, feeling them swell up in his hands. Harry grinned as the twins reacted to his groping them.

            “Keep doing that and I am gonna cum,” George grit his teeth trying not to react.

Harry felt Fred go off in his left hand as Fred sighed.

            “Oh that felt so nice,” Fred sighed as George shot off.

            “Too right brother mine,” George said. “Harry knows how to please a brother.”

Harry laughed. “Thanks guys. Anytime you want to return the favor just let me know.”

            “We will, rest assured of that,” Fred grinned.

Someone shouted the word food and the three of them turned to look. There were tables out on the lawn loaded with food. People were making their way back to shore and to the food. Harry and the twins got out of the water and Harry handed them towels and they got dried off. They went to see what was there and discovered hamburgers, hot dogs, pizza, potato salad, condiments for the hotdogs and hamburgers, and an assortment of drinks. Harry chose a coke after loading up his plate and headed back to his blanket. Fred, George, Colin, Dennis, Neville, Hermione, and Luna joined him.

            “Those are some very elaborate tattoos,” Neville said. “You should hear what Ron is telling people. If there was any doubt in my mind that Ron is a complete prat, it’s gone now.”

Harry nodded as he bit into a cheeseburger.

            “Ronald is confused because a Wrackspurt has invaded his mind,” Luna piped up.

Hermione laughed out loud.

            “What do we need to do to remove it?” Fred asked.

Luna smiled and the twins grinned. Neville looked curiously at Harry. Harry smiled.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Does it involve an enema bottle and lots of hot soapy water?”

The group fell over in laughter as the other kids surrounding them looked on in interest.

            “Might not work down there but how about in the space between his ears,” Neville said, making all of them laugh once more.

Harry smiled. “Might clean out all those dirty thoughts.”

            “It will take way more than just hot soapy water,” Fred suggested.

They laughed once more. Harry took his time to eat his lunch and then felt a bit drowsy. He stretched out on his blanket and used his towel for a pillow and relaxed. He napped for about an hour and he had a pleasant dream of playing with Colin and his brother Dennis. Harry decided he was going to look at the Hogwarts map to see if he could find a private room of his own to play in. Obviously he couldn’t bring other boys to his dorm room bed as Ron would go off screaming to Dumbledork. No, he needed a private place to hang his leathers.

            The rest of the afternoon passed as the evening approached, people began heading back to the castle exclaiming over an enjoyable day. Harry decided to come down here every Saturday before it started to get cold. The others liked that idea and decided to join him too. Dinner was a relaxed affair, everybody talking about various things. Harry didn’t have much to say as he was thinking of other things. He sat in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, his mind wandering up and down different avenues of thought. Eventually he gathered up all of his thoughts and deposited them in their proper places in the filing cabinet of the Japanese castle he had built in his mind, a place to store and keep his memories and things he learned over the years. Having learned the mind arts occlumency and legilimency in the time he had been in the Potter training rooms had helped. He built a 16^thcentury Japanese castle after reading up on them as he had developed an intense interest in the Samurai ever since he got the Japanese dragons tattooed on him and learned karate and how to use the Japanese Katana. The castle was surrounded by green grass, trees, and various plants. Off to one side was the most elaborate garden he could create, a perfect place to meditate. It was a two story castle, and in each room were a set of memories. The more sensitive memories were kept in the dungeon under lock and key. Harry layered all kinds of hidden traps going down into the dungeon and the only thing to stop the traps from going off were various passwords. Harry had considered using just one password to freeze the traps but rejected that idea after realizing that would make it too easy for someone to get at them. So he used various passwords for certain places. That wasn’t the only defense he used. There were platoons of Samurai ready to repel invaders. There were geisha who could kill with a well thrown hairpin. There were very big guard dogs. There were ninja who would chase the unlucky invader back to the front gate. The Potter Family Crests flew on banners on the main gate and from the roof of the castle. There were two places Harry felt very safe in and that was back at Potter Manor and in here. Having checked on his mental state and finding everything in good order he decided to retire for the night. Tomorrow would be a long day as he decided to go walkabout and see what he could find in the castle having heard of other students finding secret rooms and the like.

            Harry nearly spit out his tea the next morning as he saw a picture of him sitting on the examination table and the second picture showed his back as he pulled his t-shirt back on. He sighed as he looked at the headlines.

            “Is Harry Potter Going Dark?” the headlines asked.

Underneath the headlines was Rita Skeeter’s name and then she reported the events in the hospital wing and accurately reported everything that was said word for word. How the hell did this woman get that information? Harry glanced up at the head table and noted the extremely pissed off look on Dumbledore’s face. Oh he wasn’t happy, it was obvious that the old man was not pleased. Harry continued on with his breakfast as he considered every option of how that damned cow had gotten in there. Something clicked in his head and he nodded. Animagus. That’s how she had done it. Harry calmly finished his breakfast and stepped out into the hall.

            “Harry, my boy,” came that voice.

Harry turned to face the headmaster and glared. Dumbledore didn’t let the glare get to him.

            “Animagus,” Harry suggested. “That’s how this very lovely lady has been getting her stories here. I’m thinking wee beastie or a bug of some kind.”

Dumbledore’s eyebrows rose. Now there was something he had never considered.

            “Ah,” he said as he pulled on his beard absently. “Very good, Mr. Potter.”

Dumbledore then turned and headed off in another direction as Harry sighed. He flipped the paper into the nearest trashcan and continued on his way upstairs to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry collected his day pack and slipped a couple bottles of water into it and closed it up. He stuck the map in a side pocket and set off. He wanted a secret room close enough to the Gryffindor Tower but not too close. He wandered the top floor for a bit and didn’t find anything except for one room behind a picture that contained a trunk in it. It had Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in it and a Wizard card. Harry scooped them up and dumped them into the pack. He kept going until he got to a floor length portrait on the other side of the seventh floor. It opened and he stepped inside. It closed behind him and he moved forward. He turned the corner and a fire flared up in the fireplace at the far end of the room. Harry stopped as he noted the size of the room. He estimated it at twenty by twenty. This would be perfect as a hideout for when he needed a place to play. Harry smiled. All he needed to do was to fix it up and claim it.

            “Oh but that’s easy to do laddie,” the voice said from the doorway.

Harry turned around, his wand at the ready.

            “Oh no need for that laddie,” the Scottish man on the back of the portrait said. “Angus McDowell at your service, my lord.”

Harry put his wand down and walked over. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

Angus chuckled. “I was once your age, laddie. I wanted a private to shag the other lads in my time when I went here.”

            “How did you know?” Harry asked.

            “Your earring. I saw it as you passed me when you entered,” he smiled kindly.

Harry reached up to touch it. “Didn’t think it was that noticeable.”

            “Only when someone gets close to you. A large one would not fit you well. A small one would be hard to notice. That one suits you. Now as to claim this room all you need to say that you wish to claim this room. Then I ask you for a password and you give me one. Just think of what you want in here and it will be done,” Angus said.

            “I, Lord Harry James Potter, do claim this room as my private hideout,” he announced to the room and a soft glow surrounded him and went into him.

Angus nodded. “Now I need a password, lad.”

Harry thought for a moment and then smiled.

Alone in bed

his image clearly comes--

I can see his long hair,

feel it smooth

to the touch of my palms.

            “Oh very nice Harry. I like that one. I shall guard it with my life,” Angus said

Harry turned to the room and closed his eyes and relaxed. He felt something going on and he couldn’t explain it. When he opened his eyes he gasped. The room matched the one he had in his trunk, right down to the Japanese scroll art. There was a door to the left of the fireplace and Harry went into it, finding a Japanese style bath right down to the bamboo bath implements. Harry stepped back into the room and looked around. Standing in front of the door going to the bath, he saw a full sized futon against the wall to his right. There was a big ornate cabinet across the room against the other wall. He went to it and to his joy found everything he had in the bedroom of his room he had in his trunk. He turned to the fireplace and found a low couch facing it. On a whim he looked up and found a thick hook up in one of the ceiling beams. He knew he could do suspension scenes in here.

            “What you wanted, Harry. It suits you,” Angus said.

Harry had to agree. He knew he would enjoy bringing his partners here.

            “I need to go,” Harry said.

            “I will be here when you need a place to bring your lovers,” he said. “I can and will give you advice when you ask it.”

Harry nodded. “Thank you sir.”

Harry walked out and the door closed behind him.

            Harry wandered down to the sixth floor not finding anything else on the seventh. At one point he thought he heard a soft giggle. He tilted his ear and listened once more. He heard it and followed it. He chased the giggling form through the hall and into another one. He stopped in the middle of that hall and listened once more. There it was, this time louder. He followed it to an alcove and sat down in the chair. As soon as it did it moved to the right and stopped when it had gone halfway round. Harry gasped as his eyes went wide. There before him were the Creevey brothers starkers.

            “Hi there Harry. Aren’t you a bit over dressed?” Dennis grinned.

Harry stood up and went to the wall and stripped off. Dennis took his left hand while Colin took his right hand and led him to the big bed at the far end.

            “Play with us?” Dennis asked with those pleading puppy dog eyes.

Harry grinned. “Sure. Let’s have fun.”

The three of them got up on the bed and Harry moved into the center. Both youngsters snuggled up to him and they began to pleasure Harry with kisses and touches. Both of them got excited over his rising penis and Harry had to smile at their excitement.

            “He’s got hair!” Dennis exclaimed.

            “Do you have yours yet?” Harry asked the second year.

He looked crestfallen. “Not yet.”

            “You will in time. You’re what, twelve now?” Harry asked.

Dennis nodded. “I am. Daddy talked to me about changes.”

            “Good. You could start your changes anytime so don’t worry about it too much,” Harry advised. “You could be just a bit late is all.”

Dennis smiled and Harry knew he had said the right thing. Dennis turned and grasped Harry’s cock and slowly peeled the foreskin back. The younger Creevey slipped Harry’s cock into his mouth as Colin presented his to Harry. Harry got the idea from having been sucked on before by the Weasley twins gently sucked Colin’s cock into his mouth. Colin went to straddle Harry’s waist as Dennis continued to suck on Harry’s cock. Harry was enjoying the blowjob and he was really enjoying Colin’s cock in his mouth. He wondered if Colin could shoot cum and got his answer when Colin wrapped his arms around Harry’s head and cried out in pleasure as his body shook. Harry tasted the younger boy’s offering on his tongue and liked it. What he didn’t expect was feeling his cock entering Colin’s anus. Both of them cried out and shivered as Harry’s cock entered Colin. Colin let go of Harry’s head as he continued to push himself down. Harry couldn’t move his legs because Dennis was sitting on them to keep him from knocking Colin off. Harry shivered as Colin’s butt came to rest on his hips.

            “Oh Harry, you feel so good inside of me!” Colin peeped.

Harry licked his lips. “I’m… I’m not hurting… you am I?” he managed to gasp out.

Colin leaned forward and kissed him. “No you’re not, Harry. You feel so good deep inside of me. Dennis got me ready for you while he was sucking you off.”

Colin rose up off Harry’s cock and then slid back down on his cock that was embedded deep in the third year’s ass. Harry shuddered as he fought from having his orgasm too soon. He wanted to enjoy this unexpected pleasure. He knew it was bound to happen soon, getting his cock into another boy. He was glad his first fuck was with Colin and that Colin was experienced in taking cocks in his anus. Colin bounced up and down a few times until Harry got tired of it.

            “Is there another position we can use, Colin?” Harry asked.

Colin got off Harry’s cock and got on his back next to Harry and pulled his legs back. Harry moved in between the boy’s legs and pointed the head of his glistening cock into Colin’s now wet anus. Harry felt his cock head pop back inside the eager Colin. He felt his cock slide in deep and marveled at the pleasure he felt. Harry put his hands on the bed by Colin’s shoulder as the blond smiled up at him.

            “Now shag my ass, Harry Potter!” Colin demanded.

Harry did, instinct taking over and pleasure directing him in his first fuck. Harry felt pleasure like he had never experienced before fucking the boy. Harry loved to hear the boy’s cries of pleasure and they spurred him onward. As Harry fucked Colin, he could feel something happening deep in his balls. Harry was about to have his orgasm. He felt his toes curl up just before his cock swelled a bit. Harry felt his orgasm start deep in his balls and come racing out of his cock and into the boy’s ass beneath him.

            “Oh Colin it feels so good!” Harry cried out.

            “More! I want more!” Colin cried out and Harry did his best to give Colin more but his body gave up enough to make his pleasure complete.

Harry collapsed on top of Colin once his orgasm was done. They kissed a few times and then settled down to enjoy the afterglow. Dennis joined them on the bed and Harry moved him to sit up on the pillows and spread his legs. Dennis had a hard on and a big smile and Harry had to laugh. He reached for the younger brother’s erection and gently peeled the foreskin back to reveal the head. Harry took it in his mouth and began to suck off Dennis. He took his time to make sure Dennis enjoyed it as much as his brother had. On an impulse he wet his right index finger and touched Dennis’ anus and the boy moaned.

            “Oh please!” he begged.

Harry carefully slid his finger inside Dennis and Dennis shivered. Harry kept pushing it inside until he had nearly all of his finger deep inside Dennis. He wiggled it around as Dennis moaned out loud. Harry continued to suck on the stiff little cock until Dennis grabbed the sheets and moaned out loud, arching his hips upward. Harry felt the boy’s cum shoot out of the little cock and land on his tongue. Harry sucked on the little cock until Dennis had given up all he was able to give. Harry let the little cock drop out of his mouth and then gently kiss his way up the writhing body, stopping to tease the tiny nipples on the boy’s chest and stopping at the mouth. He gently slipped his finger out of Dennis. The boy looked like he was glowing.

            “You came, Dennis. Was that your first time?” Harry asked.

Dennis shook his head no. “Nuh uh. Colin got my first milk.”

Harry turned to Colin. “Good for you. Must have been a great moment for the both of you.”

Colin smiled as he snuggled down next to Harry. “It was for the both of us.”

Harry turned on his back as Dennis snuggled down on his right side and Colin into his left. They napped for a bit until Harry’s internal clock woke him up. He glanced at his watch and noted the time. They needed to get down to the great hall for lunch in thirty minutes.

            “Hey guys, better wake up. We need to get to lunch in thirty minutes,” Harry called to them as he gently shook them awake.

They went into the bath and got cleaned up, dressed, and were down in the hall in twenty minutes. People were slowly drifting in as Harry shower off what Wizard cards he had found. Thankfully the Creevey brothers had a few in the room that they already had in their collection and they handed them to Harry to back up his exploration story. Harry knew for sure he wanted to play with the Creevey brother again real soon. He wondered just how far they were willing to go. He’d have to corner then someplace for a private conversation sometime soon. For now the memory of what they had done would keep Harry satisfied.

To Be Continued….

A/N Notes: Okay, to clarify some things this is set in the fourth year with the “Goblet of Fire” in the background. As for pairings there will be many of them, the Weasley and the Creevey boys to start him off with. Yes he will get involved in all kinds of play, all I can tell you is that you have to wait and see. Harry will be a powerful Harry, he will not go dark, he will not be ninja or Samurai even though he has an interest in the Japanese lifestyle. The poem I found came from a Japanese poetry page. The original poem goes like this:

Alone in bed

her image clearly comes--

I can see her long hair,

feel it smooth

to the touch of my palms.

--Fujiwara no Teika (1162-1241) is the author.
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