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Make a Wish	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 117347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 4 � The Call

Saturday morning found Harry
snuggled into his duvet listening to his girlfriend�s contented little snore.�

She�s so cute, Harry thought, why haven�t I noticed
before?

Myrtle�s eyes fluttered then flew
open wide.� She sat up with her back against the headboard, looking perplexed.

�I had a dream.� She said with
some uncertainty, as if she wasn�t sure.

�About what?� Harry whispered as
he sat up to pull Myrtle into a comforting embrace.

�You don�t understand, Harry.�
Ghosts don�t dream, we visit other people in their dreams but have none
of our own.�

He leaned over to nuzzle her hair
and said, �You don�t feel like a ghost to me.�

�Hmmmmmm,� she sighed, pulling
his arms closer around her, �can we just stay here all day?�

�Sounds good to me, luv, but I
have to visit the loo, and then we�ll both want brekkers.�

He leaned forward for a kiss and
was surprised when Myrtle placed her fingers on his lips.

�Sorry, love, but your breath
doesn�t half stink.�

Harry was a taken aback just a
bit by that.

�No, don�t take offense, love,
but it�s one of those facts of life that most blokes just don�t get.�

�Here,� she said, pulling the
invisibility cloak over herself, �let�s visit the loo, bring your toothbrush.�

He pulled on his boxers, grabbed
a towel and helped Myrtle down from his four-poster.

She led him into the bathroom and,
seeing it empty, gathered the cloak about her waist.� Harry smiled to see her
pert baps seeming to say �good morning, darling!�

Myrtle smiled at the sight of
Harry ogling her tiny titties.� �If a boy is lucky he�ll have a girlfriend who
will be honest with him and let him know what to do in certain situations.�

Harry smirked, �and am I going to
get lucky?�

�Oh yes you are going to get
unbelievably lucky, now brush your teeth then let me do the same.�

They did.� And only then did Myrtle
kiss him.

She kissed him in such a way that
he knew that she knew the size, shape and texture of his tonsils.� Grinning
goofily she led him into the showers.

�Um, Harry, can the cloak get
wet?� Will water hurt it?�

�Actually, it never gets wet.�
Water just runs off it.�

She smiled and re-fastened the
cloak, cape fashion, around her neck so that she stood before him completely
nude.

�Drop the boxers, Mister Potter.�

�As you wish.� Harry said,
remembering Farmboy�s line to Buttercup.� He stepped out of his pants, then
placed them on his towel on the shelf next to the shower stall.� Harry smiled
as he thought of all the things he was going to show Myrtle: movies, music,
Mars bars, (and that was just the things beginning with the letter �m�) all the
muggle things she�d missed out on over the past five decades.

He was grinning like a loon as
they stepped into the small shower cubicle.

�What�s so amusing, Harry?�

�I have so much to show you,
Myrtle, I hardly know where to start.�

�And I have much to show you,
Harry, and I know exactly where to start.�

As Harry pulled the chain to
start the magically heated water flow.� She went down on her knees before him,
kneeling partially on the cloak for comfort and, as warm water cascaded over
them, began to stroke his already firm cock.

�Ohhhhhhhhh!�

�Oh you ain�t seen nuthin� yet,
sweetheart.� Myrtle promised and placed her lips around the velvet helmet,
sucked softly placing little licks on the underside as she stroked his firm
length with her right hand, twisting as she stroked.

�Ah, Myrtle, I�m gonna, I�m
gonna, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!�

Harry groaned as he shot rope
after rope of hot, sticky cum into Myrtle�s mouth.

Myrtle slurped, sucked and
swallowed several times all the while stroking Harry�s erection, which refused
to flag even after he�d finished spewing.

Harry pulled Myrtle to her feet
and kissed her, deeply, not caring that he could taste himself on her.� He was
completely in love with this girl and had to show her.

�Myrtle Malone, I lov -�

�Oi, Harry!� Ron�s voice
interrupted.

Both lovers groaned.� Myrtle
pulled the cloak over her just as Ron came around the corner.

�Whacha doin� in here, Harry,
sounds like you�re in pain or summat.�

�Just trying to get a shower,
mate he said, turning away so that Weasley wouldn�t see his persisting boner.�

Ron, who grew up with five older
brothers had an idea that maybe Harry was just wanking � something Ron did
frequently.

�Well, finish up and come to
brekkers already!�

�Alright, alright.�

Ron left the showers and Harry
asked �You okay, Myrtle?�

�I will be, Harry.� Here,� she
said, handing him his cloak, �I need to check on a few things while you�re at
breakfast.�

�No, you�ll go all ghosty again.�

�It�s alright, Harry, I�m ready
for it now.� And I know you�ll let me use the cloak to become corporeal again.�

�Why not just take the cloak and
go invisibly?� I�d feel better if you didn�t have to be a ghost.�

Myrtle kissed him hard.� �You�re
so sweet, but for what I need to do I need to be able to pass through walls and
your cloak doesn�t allow for that.�

�Your cloak, you mean,� Harry
said, �I�m giving it to you.�

�We�ll call it our cloak then,
just hold it for me until I get back, please?�

Harry kissed her, trying to pour
his whole heart into the connection so that Myrtle wouldn�t leave, or if she
did, she would want to come back soon.

�As soon as I can, love.� She
said, dreamily, and handed Harry their cloak.

She hated leaving the world of
the living, the world of warmth and feeling and hot and cold and rubbing warm
and tingly sticky bits together.� Only then did she remember that she�d left
her clothing on Harry�s bed.�

Better keep to the shadows, she thought, don�t want to �traumatize
the firsties,� like Hermione says.

Myrtle felt the feather touch of
an ethereal cloak draped about her shoulders.� She looked up to see the Grey
Lady smiling down on her.

�Thank you, m�lady Ravenclaw.�

�Happy to help, Miss Malone, It�s
unheard of for a girl to find the love of her life after death, and your young
man�s feelings for you are so pure, so strong.� He found me in the library
where I usually spend my mornings and asked if I could see to your modesty and
comfort.� He�s quite the gentleman.�

�Therein lies my problem, my
lady.� He�s loved by so many that if word of our, um, relationship gets out it
will break the hearts of those who love him best, and you know how that affects
all of us at Hogwarts.�

The Grey Lady looked wistful,
�Indeed, when James Potter declared for Lily I had to restrain three girls from
jumping off the astronomy tower � pity he married a first-generation.�

Myrtle nodded in understanding.�
The term �muggle� was a 20^th century affectation.� Older mages
referred to the newly magical as first-generation mages, meaning the first of
the family known to have magic.�

Older traditions allowed for
polyamory and polygamy either in the form of multiple pairings or formal
covens.� Most covens formed around a sorcerer of enormous power or latency,
that is to say potential for directing power.� High latency meant that the
wizard could make use of the magical potential of the world around him.�
Witches have always been drawn to the most powerful wizards and Harry had to be
off the scale of magical latency.

Lily Potter had only just begun to
realize James�s potential and was in the process of negotiating a concubine for
him when they were forced into hiding by Dumbledore and Voldemort.� Young Emiline
Vance had been thrilled at the idea.

�I have the tacit approval for
Hermione Granger as Matriarch; or rather co-matriarch as Harry seems to love us
equally.�

�Yes, that boy seems to have a
great capacity for unselfish love.�

Without realizing it both
specters faded into a quiet corner of the Hufflepuff common room.� In one of
the corners in a study carrel three young witches knelt around a candle.�
Hannah Abbot, Megan Jones, and Susan Bones held hands and prayed for good
health and fortune to follow the focus of their lives, the object of their affections,
Harry James Potter.

�So mote it be.� The girls said
in unison.

�Blessed be.� Myrtle and Lady
Grey responded.

The three Hufflepuffs looked
confused.

�Who said that?� Megan asked, not
afraid, just curious.

�Sorry to intrude ladies,� Lady
Grey said, stepping from the shadows, �But we have a bit of news for you.�

)O(

Daphne Greengrass, Tracy Davis,
and Millicent Bulstrode stood likewise around a blooded candle.� At first they
divined the most potent source of power in the school � imagine their surprise
when Harry�s name popped up not once, but three times.� Not all Slytherins
embrace evil, just ambition.� Their dream was to belong to the most powerful
mage in the land no matter who he was.� Pansy Parkinson stood apart, not
interfering, but not joining either, she still had her doubts.

At that point across the room Draco
Malfoy chose to be his usual asinine self, �Father says that we should demand
our due, half-bloods will follow us and mudbloods will serve us � and I have
plans for a certain buck-toothed, bushy haired mudblood bitch!�

Any other time Pansy would have
gone into her camouflage �simpering sycophant� mode but something extraordinary
happened.

The girls were startled by the
sudden appearance of the Grey Lady and intrigued by the news she brought.�
Pansy was drawn into the conversation and made a life altering decision on the
spot.

)O(

In Ravenclaw Mandy Brocklehurst
knelt completing the circle formed by herself, Su Li and Padma Patil.�
�Sisters,� Myrtle said, �I have wonderful news, and, if you are agreeable . .
.�

A young witch with dirty blonde
hair and an aire of distraction knelt with the other girls and said �. . . we
will be convening a coven before the sun sets this day.�

The four Ravenclaw girls dared to
hope.

)O(

In Gryffindor tower there were no
witches who kept a shrine to the object of their affections � but every issue
of the Prophet or Witch Weekly that had a photo of Harry Potter in it was
stashed away in the trunks and under the pillows of most of the Lionesses.�
Collin Creevy�s obsession with Harry provided the girls, as well as one or two
boys, with all the icons they needed for their quiet but desperate obsession.

Then again, Myrtle had kept a
special watch on the Gryffindors since first meeting Harry in her bathroom three
years before so she had a pretty good idea who to talk to.� Starting with the
head of house.

)O(

If you look at a mirror, not
straight on, but with your peripheral vision you will occasionally catch a
glimpse of something.� A shadow, a flash of color � but when you look
straight on you only see yourself and the reflection of the room you�re in.

The two-dimensional space between
the glass and its reflection is always a portal to any of the infinite number
of between worlds.� Most of the time the denizens of these sandwiched realities
are content to exist and interact with each other as they have since their
Diaspora nearly two millennia ago.

Some, however, insinuate
themselves into human affairs.

Astarte preened her long,
honey-blonde hair idly as she watched the two ghosts of Hogwarts set what they
thought were their plans into motion.

�Oh, Lily,� the golden haired deity
chuckled, �our son seems to be coming into his own, and none too soon.� He does
seem to have the ability to bring out the best � and worst � in those who orbit
within his spheres.�

Her echoing laughter sounded
through the halls of Hogwarts like the tinkling of a small silver bell.
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