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The Slut-Who-Lived and The Philosopher's Stone	By : g0tik4 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 80945 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Jk Rowling does and her mind is not as perverted as mine. I don't gain anything by writing this story except for the pleasure of people reading it.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
Warnings: Sexual Acts between a 11-year-old and grown(very grown) man. A lot of this chapter is taken directly from 'Hp and The Philosopher's Stone' and so will the other chapters - except for when things will be different of course. After all, this story is very AU.
Chapter 2
Rose startled upright, looking curiously at the man-giant who had just entered the room. A mane of untidy hair and a wild bird covered his face almost completely, only his eyes visible in all that disarray. Rose wondered if he had ever heard of a haircut.
He was so tall that his head brushed the ceiling. He bent down to pick the door from the floor before putting it back in its frame.
The three Dursleys appeared in that moment, uncle Vernon with a rifle in his hands. Rose knew he had bought it while they were staying at that motel. He had showed it to her proudly, a smirk on his face before fucking her on the floor. Rose didn't particularly appreciate her uncle pounding into her while standing with her on her knees, face pressed on the cold ground but aunt Petunia's face when they had caught them while leaving the bathroom had been worth it. Aunt Petunia hated that uncle Vernon preferred fucking her niece to her and she couldn't do anything about it.
Petunia and Dudley cowered behind her uncle. Uncle Vernon's face was starting to become purple and since Rose knew that when that happened it was never a good thing she got up from the sofa and smiled at the giant.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" She asked him sweetly. The big man turned to look at her with a smile before widening his eyes when he took a good look at her. Rose couldn't blame him. A lot of men looked at her that way, surprised and lustful despite themselves at the same time. She had the thin frame of a child and the boobs of a woman while her face was both innocent and sinful. It was the eyes and her pouty lips that gave her face that effect. The clothes she was wearing probably didn't help matters either. She was wearing a red, very short, sleeveless, round neckline dress like usual, made of cotton and skin-tight that showcased her curves perfectly.
"Rose Potter?" He asked astonished, before shaking his head. "Blimey, the last time I've seen yeh, yeh were just a tiny baby. Yeh've grown a lot since then. Yeh have yer mother's eyes, yeh know?"
Aunt Petunia scoffed at that.
Rose smiled at him. "You knew my mother?"
"I demand that you leave at once, sir!" Uncle Vernon interrupted with a shout "You are breaking and entering!"
"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; he took the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.
Rose looked at him in astonishment and a little bit of lust. He was so very strong and so big, she wondered what it would be like, being fucked by him.
Uncle Vernon retreated in fear after that.
"Anyway Rose," said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, his attention completely focused on her "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here - I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."
From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. He came closer to her and Rose opened it curiously. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Rose written on it in green icing.
Nobody had ever given a cake to Rose for her birthday. Actually nobody had ever acknowledged her birthday period. Sure she was used to receive gifts but they were only given to her in exchange for sex. Rose decided then and there that she wanted to thank him for her gift by letting him fuck her, she was sure she would enjoy it. Usually it was the other way around. She was fucked and then she received gifts in exchange for it, the more the men were satisfied with her, the better the gifts were.
"Thank you so much, sir. But who are you?"
The giant chuckled.
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
He held out an enormous hand and shook Rose's whole arm.
"What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind."
Rose put the kettle on the stove and turned to look at the giant.
Mr Hagrid bent down over the fireplace; Rose couldn't see what he was doing from that angle but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Rose felt the warmth wash over her as though she'd sunk into a hot bath.
The giant sat down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a squashy package of sausages, a poker, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."
The giant chuckled darkly.
"Yer great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."
He passed the sausages to Rose, who was so hungry she had never tasted anything so wonderful, but she still couldn't take her eyes off the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, she said, "I'm sorry, but I still don't really know who you are."
The giant took a gulp of tea once Rose had brought it to the table in front of the sofa and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts - yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course."
"Er - no," said Rose.
Hagrid looked shocked.
"Sorry." Rose said quickly.
"Sorry?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. "It's them that should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents learned it all?"
"All what?" asked Rose, even more confused.
"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!"
He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall.
"Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that this girl - this girl! - knows nothin' abou' - about ANYTHING?"
Rose thought this was going a bit far. She had been to school, after all, and her marks were the best of the whole school.
"I know some things," she said. "I'm the best student in the school."
But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents' world."
"What world?"
Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.
"DURSLEY!" he boomed.
Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like "Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at Rose.
"But yeh must know about yer mom and dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."
"What?" Rose asked in astonishment. Sure she was well known in the neighbourhood but she didn't think that was what Hagrid meant. "My - my mom and dad weren't famous, were they?"
"Yeh don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Rose with a bewildered stare.
"Yeh don' know what yeh are?" he said finally. Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice.
"Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the girl anything!"
A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.
"You never told her? Never told her what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer her? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from her all these years?"
"Kept what from me?" said Rose eagerly.
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.
"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Rose - yer a witch."
There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.
"That's not very nice." Rose said offended.
"No, I mean…yeh can do magic." said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "Yer a witch, an' a thumpin' good'un, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter."
Rose stretched out her hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Ms. R. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea.
She pulled out the letter and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
Questions exploded inside Rose's head like fireworks and she couldn't decide which to ask first. After a few minutes she decided on the less important one. "What does it mean, they await my owl?"
"Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds me," said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse, and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl - a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl - a long quill, and a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Rose could read upside down:
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Given Rose her letter. Taking her to buy her things tomorrow. Weather's horrible. Hope you're Well.
Hagrid
Rose was reminded of those messages from the telegraph she had seen on TV that they used before the telephone was invented, with all those short sentences and stops at the end of every one.
Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone.
Rose realized her mouth was open and closed it quickly, feeling stupid. They used owls to communicate, how cool was that?
"Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.
"She's not going," he said. "She needs to stay here. Finish school and then marry a normal person like every other respectable woman."
Petunia scoffed again at the term 'respectable'.
Hagrid grunted.
"I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop her," he said.
"A what?" asked Rose, interested.
"A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we call nonmagic folk like them. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on."
"We swore when we took her in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," said Uncle Vernon, "swore we'd stamp it out of her! She was doing well enough before you came along!"
"You knew?" said Rose. "You knew I'm a - a witch?"
"Knew!" shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school-and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was - a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!"
She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years.
"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as - as - abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"
Rose clenched her fists in anger. As soon as she had calmed down she asked. "Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!"
"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. "How could a car crash kill Lily an' James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Rose Potter not knowin' her own story when every kid in our world knows her name!"
"But why? What happened?" Rose asked urgently.
The anger faded from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious.
"I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know. Ah, Rose, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh - but someone's gotta - yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'."
He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh - mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it..."
He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins, I suppose, with - with a person called - but it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows…"
"Who?"
"Well - I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?"
"Gulpin' gargoyles, Rose, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was..."
Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
"Could you write it down?" Rose suggested.
"Nah -can't spell it. All right - Voldemort. " Hagrid shuddered. "Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this - this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too - some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was getting' himself power, all right. Dark days, Rose. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up to him - an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway.
"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side.
"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' - an' -"
Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn.
"Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad - knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find - anyway...
"You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then - an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing - he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh - took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even - but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Rose. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age - the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts - an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
Something very painful was going on in Rose's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, she saw the blinding flash of green light that she sometimes dreamt, more clearly than she had ever remembered it before - and she remembered something else, for the first time in her life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.
Hagrid was watching her sadly.
"Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter this lot..."
"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Rose jumped; she had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.
"Now, you listen here, girl," he snarled, "I accept there's something strange about you, - and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion - asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types - just what I expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end -"
But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a sword, he said, "I'm warning you, Dursley - I'm warning you - one more word... "
In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent.
"That's better," said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor.
Rose, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them. "But what happened to Vol-, sorry - I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Good question, Rose. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin' more an' more powerful - why'd he go?
"Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don~ reckon they could've done if he was comin' back.
"Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Rose. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on - I dunno what it was, no one does - but somethin' about you stumped him, all right."
Hagrid looked at Rose with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Rose, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there was something wrong here. How was it possible for a one-year-old to destroy such a powerful dark wizard? It simply wasn't. And anyway, it sounded strange, her a powerful witch? Sure she was smart and sometimes strange things happen to her, but her having magic?
"Hagrid," she said quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a witch."
To her surprise, Hagrid chuckled.
"Not a witch, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?"
Rose looked back at Hagrid before saying "I suppose some strange things happened to me during the years, is that magic?"
"Aye, accidental magic it's called." said Hagrid. "You wait, Rose, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts."
But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight.
"Haven't I told you she's not going?" he hissed. "She's going to StJude High and she'll be grateful for it. I've read those letters and she needs all sorts of rubbish - spell books and wands and -"
"If she wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop her," growled Hagrid. "Stop Lily an' James Potter's daughter goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. Her name's been down ever since she was born. She's off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and she won't know herself. She'll be with youngsters of her own sort, fer a change, an' she'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled-"
"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HER MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon.
But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "- INSULT - ALBUS - DUMBLEDORE - IN - FRONT - OF - ME!"
He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley - there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Rose saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.
Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do."
He cast a sideways look at Rose under his bushy eyebrows. Rose giggled.
"Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," he said. "I'm - er - not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get yer letters to yeh an' stuff - one o' the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job."
"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Rose.
"Oh, well - I was at Hogwarts meself but I - er - got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an' everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore."
"Why were you expelled?"
"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid loudly. "Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that."
"Okay." Rose acquiesced before a smirk briefly crossed her face. Now that she was alone with Hagrid, she could concentrate on convincing him to fuck her. She would start slow to show him that she knew what she was doing. With a blow job maybe?
"Hagrid, would you like more tea?"
"Aye, thanks Rose."
Rose turned around and bent as much as possible without looking suspicious while pouring the tea in Hagrid's cup. She felt her dress riding up her thighs until she was sure half her arse was visible. She was directly in front of Hagrid and that meant that Hagrid had a perfect view of her pussy and arse. She wasn't wearing any underwear today because she knew uncle Vernon preferred her that way.
She heard a strangled sound coming from behind her and smiled before masking her expression and turned around, cup of tea in her hand. She went to give it to Hagrid but at the last moment she spilled half of it in the centre of his pants, right on his covered cock. The tea was tepid, not scalding hot so she wasn't worried about burning him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Hagrid. Here, let me help you."
"Oh, no, don't worry Rose" Hagrid said, a red flush on his cheeks half-covered by the beard.
Rose ignored his protests and took a napkin from the table, kneeling in front of him with her mouth very close to his groin and started to rub his cock with the ruse of helping him wipe away the stain. Hagrid moaned while at the same time telling her to stop. Rose continued to rub, now using her hand until she felt he was rock hard.
He was so big, so long and thick. She wanted to have him inside her, fucking her hard and fast. Rose licked her lips and looked at Hagrid. He was looking at her with a look of astonishment on his face.
"What yer doin'?" Hagrid asked her, helplessly.
"You were so nice, bringing me that cake. I want to do something nice for you too."
"What?"
"Please, Hagrid. I want to suck your cock, please." She unbuttoned his breeches without waiting for an answer and took his cock in her mouth. Rose had never had something so big in her mouth and she was afraid that she was going to choke but that was half the fun.
As soon as Hagrid felt her hot mouth around his cock, he threw his head back, against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. That was all the permission Rose needed before starting to suck in earnest.
Her lips were splitting, her mouth stretched and completely full. Hagrid's moans and grunts were music to her hears, getting louder and louder the more she sucked him. She moved her head up and down, trying to take his cock deeper and deeper every time in her mouth, using her tongue sometimes to lick the precome from the tip.
Her movements accelerated the more she got used to the intrusion, more than half his cock inside her mouth. Fortunately her gag reflex was nonexistent or she would never have been able to do it.
She used both her hands to cover the rest of the length, sometimes playing with his balls like Mr Moore had taught her.
Soon, she felt him going rigid and then he was spurting hot semen in her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, enjoying the slightly bitter taste.
She loved sucking cocks almost as much as she liked having a cock thrusting inside her. Having a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy was the thing she loved most in the world. Fortunately thanks to Mr Moore and his friends and sometimes Vernon and his colleagues she had experienced it more than once.
She felt Hagrid sagging against the sofa, completely sated and relaxed. Rose stood up with a smile, her knees slightly sore from being on the floor for so long.
She laid on the sofa next to him, her legs open on his thighs and started to touch herself, four fingers inside her and the fingers of the other hand rubbing frantically against her clitoris. She was so wet and aroused, she needed to come so badly.
She noticed Hagrid had opened his eyes and was watching her avidly.
"Who taught yeh about sex? Yer only eleven years old."
"Oh, a neighbour. I was seven and he brought me to his house, gave me food and let me watch TV. I rubbed his cock in exchange for that and it just went from there." She explained while touching herself, her moans interrupting her words from time to time. "He taught me more and more as time went on, introduced me to his friends and they started to give me gifts and stuff. Dudley used to torment me but then I started to let him and his friends touch me and they stopped. Uncle Vernon too, he wasn't very nice to me but then I started to suck his cock and he became nice. I got three meals a day and my own room. Now he fucks me too and sometimes his colleagues too. They gave me gifts too and money and stuff. It's really nice."
Hagrid looked outraged at that but didn't say anything. He let her finish and then said "Go ter sleep Rose. Wer going to Diagon Alley tom'rrow."
"Yes, Hagrid." Rose replied with a smile on her face.
*Most of this chapter is taken from 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' (JK Rowling), Chapter 4, 'The Keeper of The Keys'.
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