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            Harry sat on the balcony outside the master bedroom of Potter Manor, his old home that was very well hidden deep in the English forest. He stretched out on the lounger naked, soaking up the sun. He sighed as he slowly touched himself. He felt his penis slowly get hard and he welcomed the pleasure he felt from his touching himself. Harry shivered as his fingers found his erect nipples and played with them for a bit, gently pulling on them. He reached down to take his now very erect penis in hand and began to stroke it. The pleasure increased as Harry wanked himself off to the point of orgasm, his semen leaving his penis to land on several spots on his torso. Harry sighed as his body shuddered from the intense pleasure. He reached for the scrap of cloth he kept next to the lounger and mopped up. He reached for the sunscreen and reapplied it to his torso and continued to rub it into the front of him including his now deflating penis. He stretched, feeling things go pop in his body. He sighed and closed his eyes. Almost immediately the memories of the past year sprang to mind, from the moment he discovered he could get pleasure from his penis to the moment he arrived here from Gringotts. It had been a trying year for Harry and he nearly came so close to losing his mind over it all. It had started one morning just before he left his second year at Hogwarts. He had been in the shower when he noticed his penis acting funny. It seemed to grow and get hard in his hand. That had gotten him worried the more it happened. He didn’t know if this was something he should go to the hospital wing for help. He decided to go to the library and look for the answers on his own. Unfortunately he was unable to find the answers he was looking for and decided he would try the library by the Dursleys. Harry had, and the book he found answered his questions for the time being. He discovered that masturbation was very normal and that everybody did it. The book had answered his other questions about how he was to change as he grew older. Harry decided the best thing to do was to keep his discoveries to himself or the Dursleys would be upset. There was no need for them to get upset. Harry used it as a way to relax and burn off stress at first and as the summer wore on he began to use it as a way to make himself feel better after an episode with Vernon, his massive uncle. Eventually it became a way to escape reality and Harry relished the rush of pleasure that would sweep away all of the negative feelings he harbored deep inside of him. Then came the events of his third year (Prisoner of Azkaban) and in the middle of all this Harry discovered he was attracted to the other boys in Hogwarts. That had confused him greatly. Harry wondered if he really was going crazy. He needed answers to his confusion but once more he preferred to go look in the Hogwarts library for his answers, not daring to ask any of the teachers of Dumbledore as he didn’t want to get into trouble. Harry was unable to find his answers in the Hogwarts library and that got him depressed. He decided he would go to the library not too far from the Dursley house when he got back there in the summer. When he masturbated in his bed at night images of some of the real cute boys he had seen during the day would come to mind and his pleasure increased. He started to look for those particular boys during the day and he would watch them and memorized their faces. Eventually he picked out the ones that brought him the greatest pleasure. Colin Creevey was cute. Harry felt himself pulled towards that boy. He couldn’t understand his attraction for Colin and the other cute boys like him. It was getting a bit too much to handle and Harry hoped that he could hang on to the end of the year. Harry did his best to hold on for the last few weeks of school. He locked himself into a compartment in the last car on the Hogwarts Express as he wanted to avoid Hermione because she had been following him around wanting to talk to him and telling him he ‘needed to talk it out’ and Harry didn’t want to. The last thing he needed was Hermione finding out anything.

            Harry had been greeted by a snarling Vernon at the train station and Harry knew that didn’t bode well for him. He just wanted to be left alone. Vernon ranted and raved at him during the ride home and Harry tuned him out after the first few minutes and kept nodding his head. Harry had his trunk taken from him the moment he got home and it was locked in the cupboard under the stairs. He was pushed into his room and the door was locked behind him. For the first week things were rough on Harry. He worked hard round the house, got fed very little, and Vernon would yell and smack him around. Harry got the Daily Prophet from a strange owl the second week he was there and the headlines proclaiming that Sirius Black was dead sent him into a deep depression. He retreated into himself and kept to himself. Nothing Vernon did or said got through to him. It was as if he wasn’t there. Harry sank deeper into his fantasy of having a naked boy get him off. The only place he could safely wank was after he was locked into his room for the night. He would strip down and get on his bed. Harry would spend a few minutes touching himself, pretending it was the boy in his fantasy that was doing it and when the time was right he would jack off and have his orgasm. He’d mop up with a t-shirt he kept by his bed and then settle down for the night.

            Then things had changed the third week he was there. A strange owl appeared in his bedroom when he returned from the bathroom. Harry had taken the letter from the owl and discovered it was from the Gringotts Bank, the fraud division. He read the letter and according to it somebody had taken a large amount of money out of his trust vault and did Lord Potter authorize it? Harry wrote back immediately stating he did not authorize anything and they must be mistaken, he was not a lord. The owl returned two hours later with a letter from Ragnock, the director of Gringotts asking Harry if it was possible to meet. Harry wrote back and explained his situation. The reply included a gold ring that really was a portkey to the office, can we meet tomorrow? That was perfect as the Dursleys would be gone for most of the day. It would take him to the bank at nine in the morning. Harry was escorted in to see Ragnock. The head goblin was a bit imitating, making Harry a bit nervous. He was a bit taller than usual, had long white hair that was tied up in a ponytail in back and a shock of white hair falling over his head. He sported a short goatee and a silver hoop earring in his left ear. He looked like he worked out on a regular basis and Harry had no doubts he’d kick ass in a heartbeat.

            Ragnock began the conversation by asking Harry a round of questions and Harry gave him answers Ragnock didn’t like. Harry asked what was going on and got his answers. According to his parent’s wills Harry was not to be left with the Dursleys, period. Harry was supposed to have gone to one of four people, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Frank and Alice Longbottom, or Minerva McGonagall. If none of these people were present or able to take him in, then he was to be emancipated, given the Potter Family ring, given the Head of House position, and awarded everything. Harry asked the question how did Dumbledore get involved and discovered there was a prophecy about him and he was shown the prophecy. Harry then read the two letters his parents had left for him. They warned him of Dumbledore and Harry thought over the events of the last two years and realized he had been so neatly manipulated. There was more. Dumbledore had been the one making withdrawals from Harry’s trust vault using a piece of parchment with Harry’s signature on it. Harry informed them he never signed that permission slip. How about this one authorizing Dumbledore to sell off all but one of the Potter properties? Harry looked at that one and said no. The only Potter property left was Potter Manor deep in the forest of England, well protected under very powerful wards. Only one Potter elf was left, and that was Jonathan. He provided then with a sample of his writing and the signatures were carefully checked against the permission slips. Both signatures were forged as the magical signatures didn’t match Harry. Where did all that money go? Some of it went to Ronald Weasley, Molly Weasley, and Ginny Weasley. The remaining funds were still unaccounted for and Ragnock had goblins on the case trying to track down the rest of it. Is Hermione Granger involved in all this Harry wanted to know. No she wasn’t and that made Harry happy. That meant he had one loyal friend left. But the worst was to come. Right after filling in the emancipation papers and getting Minister Fudge to approve them by sending him a letter stating that he had absolutely no interest in taking over the minister’s job in any way, shape, or form and getting the papers back with a letter from Fudge and his signatures in the right places Harry had removed the gold ring that was the Gringotts portkey and slipping the Potter Family Ring on his ring finger, the Potter Family magic contained in the ring became active and not only destroyed all the block that had been put on him but also killed the horcrux inside the scar on his forehead, sending Harry to the floor. In the three days Harry was in a magical coma, the goblin healer Torg worked to help Harry recover from the abuse the Dursleys had committed on Harry. Harry decided he was going to go to his family manor for the rest of the summer and had done just that after recovering his trunk and everything he had in his bedroom at number four Privet Drive. The Dursleys were glad to see him go.

            Harry had gone straight to bed in the master suite once he got inside the estate and fixed the wards and recharged them to full strength and fixed the access list under Jonathan’s direction. Harry had stripped off going up the stairs and into the master suite. Jonathan had clucked as he followed behind Harry, picking up his clothes. Jonathan noted the clothes that Harry had been wearing were the only ones that had fit him properly. He made Harry burn the Dudley cast off out on the grounds as a start to his emotional healing. For the first few days Harry didn’t do much of anything but sit around depressed and angry about what the goblins had told him. Since Jonathan was the only house elf on the property Harry decided to try going naked and discovered he liked it. Jonathan convinced Harry to use sun screen if he went outside. Jonathan didn’t react to seeing Harry naked, and that made Harry wonder. Harry decided not to ask. Harry did notice that Jonathan dressed like and sounded like a proper English butler. Harry asked Jonathan and the old house elf shared with Harry the story of his life. He had been brought to the Potter Family ages ago and when he started working for the Potter Family his father and his grandfather had taught him how to be a proper butler. His father and grandfather were very English in their ways and Jonathan learned from them and had been like that ever since. He had asked to be bonded to Harry and Harry gave his permission. Afterwards Jonathan appeared to be a bit stronger than before and got a lesson in what makes a house elf the way they were. Harry gained a respect for Jonathan.

            Harry shifted on the lounger and sighed. He was getting bored. He needed something to do. Jonathan showed up with a cold soda for Harry as he had become sick of drinking pumpkin juice all of the time.

            “You could go into town,” Jonathan suggested. “You do need to build a wardrobe. As we are here in the forest, I do recommend getting clothes fit for an outdoor environment, and a few items for when you are inside. Do include a few pairs of Speedos for the pool as it is ready for swimming. I saw to it after your arrival here. Do keep in mind that the nearby town is a mix of Wizard and Muggle. There is a post office in town that serves both magical and muggle. The Potter Family had a box there. Shall I reactivate it?”

Harry nodded. “Please do, Jonathan. Make sure the box is capable of neutralizing any harmful mail. Don’t want to open something and get ported back to the Great Wizard Dumbledork.”

            “As you wish sir,” Jonathan said in his crisp English accent.

            “Is there a local branch of Gringotts here?” Harry asked. “I do have a vault in London and a credit card hooked up to them but it would be nice to have a Gringotts close by to go to if I need help with anything.”

            “There is,” Jonathan said. “I suggest going walkabout in town to see what they have. You might find things you like.”

That sounded like a great idea so Harry headed back into his room and had a shower. He got dressed in the jeans, the t-shirt, and the boots he had gotten from the goblins. He checked the wallet he had and set off for the town. It had turned out to be a nice day. Harry filled up a bottle of water to take with him. The hike into town had been a pleasant one. Harry liked what he saw of the tow when he got his first look at it. It certainly was an old one. He liked the old fashioned look to the buildings. If he were to guess he would say they had been here since the turn of the century. Harry decided he would walk down one side of the street and then come back on the other side. The first shop he came to sold trunks. Harry went in deciding he wanted to replace his school trunk with something better. He decided on a four level trunk. If he opened the top he would get a normal trunk. If he put his hand on the nameplate he would get transported into the first level. The first level would be the living room, kitchen, and dining room. The second level would be an office, library, and the games room. The third level would have the master suite and three guest bedrooms. The fourth level would be the training rooms for working out on weights and to practice spells. It was on sale for a good price and Harry went for it. He also got a daypack like he remembered kids using to carry books and such to school before he went to Hogwarts. Harry paid extra for the high security spells to keep unwanted intruders out of it. Harry slowly furnished the trunk as he went from store to store. He knew he could get a load of books from the Potter Family library so he didn’t get too many books. But the books that did catch his eye he bought. One of his smartest moves was to pick up a mail order catalog or in his case, an owl order catalog. He stuck it into his pack for later.

            The next store he went into was for glasses. Harry decided a change was in order. He didn’t like the ones he had and they were starting to mess up his vision. The doctor who ran the store was a wizard and he recognized Harry immediately. He escorted Harry into the next room to start the examination.

            “Good day to you Mr. Potter. In the interests of protecting your identity, shall we call you Nick Rogers?” he asked.

Harry smiled. “Good idea, and thank you.”

The man nodded and went straight to work. He conducted the examination in a very professional manner and told Harry he could fix his eyes up to a certain point. Harry told him to do it and Harry had to have his eyes covered for about an hour as the healing spells needed time to work. Once that was done the man then answered Harry’s question about contacts. Harry ended up getting the contacts. One set lasted a week. Harry was given enough contacts to last him to the Christmas Break at which time he needed to come back and get more. Harry left his old glasses behind and marveled at how clear everything was. Plus he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his glasses in a fight or in the middle of a Quidditch match. He kept on going, making it down to the end of the street where he discovered a little pub. Feeling hungry Harry went in and took a booth where he ordered a lunch and discovered just how great the food was. He’d be coming back here. Harry moved on once he had his lunch. He went into a few more places and in one discovered a sports outfitter. Harry picked up a pair of hiking boots, a couple pairs of Speedos, a complete weight lifting set for the trunk’s training area, and picked up their catalog as well. He got some clothes from the store next door, just enough to have things to wear but not overload his closets. He discovered a store that sold laptop computers and that they would work very well in high magical places like Hogwarts as it had been properly hardened against magic. Harry even got a CD player and a few CD’s that looked interesting to him.

            “Don’t I need to hook up the laptop to a phone line to get on the internet?” Harry asked the proprietor as the man showed it to him.

            “No you don’t lad,” the man smiled and the man showed him how easy it was.

            “Oohh. I love magic,” Harry grinned.

Harry bought the laptop and a book that taught him how to use it and the internet as well.

            Harry spent the evening in the study setting up the laptop and exploring it. Once he established his email at Wizard Online (WOL) he went looking round the net. The first thing he did was to run a search through Google using the word gay as he had heard it someplace. Harry did not anticipate the number of links he would find. He picked one link and clicked it and it took him to the London Gay Community Center webpage. He checked it out and by chance discovered a link to the gay youth page. He read through it after he bookmarked it once he discovered how to do it. At last, at long last, he was about to get his answers. He got into the chat room and watched the messages going back and forth. Then someone sent him a private message. Harry wasn’t sure if he should answer it but he did anyway.

Revan: Hi there. First time here?

Harry: Yes.

Revan: Cool. Welcome to gay teen chat.

Harry: Thanks. I think I’m gay.

Revan: Okay, what makes you think you’re gay?

Harry: Because I get weird feelings every time I look at another boy and my… ah… my dick gets hard and I wank off thinking about him

Revan: Ah. You want to know if it is normal.

Harry: Yes. Is it?

Revan: For a boy who is gay, yes it is normal. Nothing wrong with looking, and certainly nothing wrong with wanking over the mental image of a cute boy you’ve seen.

Harry: I have questions

Revan: I am one of a few teen counselors here. I can help you with your questions.

Harry: Oh cool.

They talked late into the night, Harry doing his best to type fast and making spelling mistakes. Revan recommended a typing tutor Harry could get from the internet. Revan introduced his boyfriend Scotty to Harry and the three of them chatted until late. Harry went to a webpage they had recommended to Harry and he ordered some self help books and just before he closed out the order discovered a link to a book called ‘The Joy of Gay Sex’ and added it to the order once he read the description of the book. He closed out the order and paid for it with his Gringotts credit card. He found a link to a place called Dirk’s Stockroom and went to it. What he saw there shocked the hell out of him. Things called sex toys, butt plugs, bondage items, and other items he never knew existed. Harry added that page to his list of favorite places and decided to get back to it once he knew more about all of that. He went to bed feeling all keyed up and jacked off to the images of the buffed up men at the Dirk’s Stockroom page.

            Jonathan met Harry in the kitchen the next morning with a couple of vials filled with colored potions. Harry wondered what they were.

            “The goblin healer Torg sent these to you along with instructions on how to take them. You are to take one of each with your food each morning. They are to assist you in healing yourself of the damage done to your body,” Jonathan said.

Harry nodded. “Okay, I can do that.”

            “Good. He said to start taking exercise and to build up slowly after I informed him you had gotten exercise equipment for your trunk and had some available here too. He wants you to build up slowly,” Jonathan said.

            “Okay. I was going to go to the net and look for a good basic routine to do. Don’t need anything fancy, just a good basic routine,” Harry said.

            “Good. Please don’t coop yourself up in the house all of the time. The day is nice out and you should be hiking round the property just to be doing something,” Jonathan said.

            “I’ll do that,” Harry said as he sliced up and orange.

He ate half of it and took the first potion according to the instructions and finished off the orange. As there were three to take on a daily basis Harry took one with a bit of food to cover up the taste. Harry was not a big fan of the medical potions the hospital wing used.

            Harry decided to take Jonathan’s advice. He could always go on the computer later in the evening. He headed upstairs to his room to get dressed to go hiking round the property. He wanted to know where the borders were and what the property looked like. Harry filled up a canteen and slung it over his shoulder. He went out the front door and picked a direction to go in and set off. Jonathan taught him a spell called ‘point me’.

            “It is a simple spell. Lay your wand flat on your palm and hold it out away from you and say point me. The tip of your wand will turn to point in that direction,” Jonathan instructed.

            “What if I want to go in a specific direction?” Harry asked.

Jonathan nodded. “Point me the house. Point me the swimming pool. Point me the front door or whatever specific place you want to go. Point me and the name of that object or place.”

            “Thank you Jonathan,” Harry said.

            “As for the borders on your property the wards will let you know when you get there,” Jonathan stated. “That way you can never accidentally go outside them.”

Harry grinned. “Thank you Jonathan. I’m glad you are here to advise me.”

            “It’s what I do best, advise my masters,” Jonathan said.

Harry then took his leave and hiked out into the woods surrounding the house following the path that started from the front door. He kept going until the gates shimmered into existence. Harry stood there for a moment and then decided to go to the left. Thus started the first of many explorations of the Potter Manor. Harry used the early mornings to go tramping round the woods exploring the grounds. It didn’t take him long to discover what kind of wildlife lived on the grounds. He discovered many animals from deer to a family of snakes living on the grounds. As Harry spoke parseltongue as a second language he was able to convince the family of snakes that he wanted them to stay and that they had leave to go anywhere they wanted to and if they found other snakes to let them know they were welcome to live here. That made them happy and they promised to spread the word around. Harry began to spend his afternoons at the pool sunning at first. Eventually the desire to learn how to swim drove Harry into the water. It took him many tries before Harry was able to pull off the dog paddle. From there he was able to master the free style and a few others. Two days later the first books came, and they were books that talked about weight lifting as a sport. Harry followed the books and started out light, learning how to do the movements right. Jonathan would help, reading the book and watching Harry do the exercise. The books kept on trickling in until Harry had then all. He read the all, from cover to cover, and learned a whole lot more. He talked to Revan nearly every night and slowly came to accept that he was gay and that it wasn’t a choice just something that he was born with. After reading all about the various aspects of sex that he could do Harry decided to take his explorations in a new direction. He decided to try out a butt plug. Revan advised him to go with a small size first and work up and Harry followed that bit of advice. He got three different sizes first and when they arrived he worked up the courage to try the smaller one first. He followed the directions on how to use one. He took his time getting it inside of him and when he did get it inside of him he got off the bed. It felt strange inside of him and when he started moving round the bedroom with it inside of him he felt pleasure as it rubbed against what he knew was his prostate from his studies in the male body. At first it didn’t want to stay inside of him for very long but the more he wore it the more his body began to get used to having it in there. By the third day Harry was very comfortable with it inside of him. Harry had some great orgasms with it rubbing on his prostate when he wanked off, rocking back and forth while sitting in a chair. He discovered the arm on the wood chair in his bedroom was at the right height to straddle it and sit on the base of the butt plug and move back and forth on it easy. By the end of the week Harry was using the medium sized plug inside of him. Harry was enjoying the new pleasure he was getting from his sexual activity. He decided to hold off on the larger plug. He spent a few nights navigating Dirk’s Stockroom to see what else was available. Harry began to create a wish list of things he thought would be cool and sexy to use. Harry asked Revan his opinion on the things that could be found at the website and Revan gave him his honest opinion.

Revan: Harry, those are fun things to make the sex great, but they just can’t truly satisfy you like a real person can. Trust me on that. Get them if you wish, but don’t let them take the place of human contact.

Harry: Thanks Revan. I’m just so new to all of this.

Revan: Of course you are. Enjoy your explorations. Do what it is you want, but I’m saying to not depend on those things for pleasure. I know you will find somebody as it’s been discovered that one in every five kids comes out gay. I’m sure there are gay kids at your school. Start watching the other guys in your school. I’m sure there are some who are looking too.

That got Harry thinking. He had wondered if there were other guys at Hogwarts that were gay. When he got back in September he would start watching the other guys

Harry: How do I make the right approach?

Revan: You had to ask me that. I really can’t tell you how to make the right approach. Sometimes you can tell about somebody and sometimes not. You just have to go with your feelings is all I can tell you.

That sounded like good advice to Harry.

            Harry continued to get toys and leather bondage gear and continued to experiment with them in the evenings as his days were well spent out rambling round the grounds, going naked at the pool getting tanned and learning how to swim. In the evenings he would sit in front of the laptop reading stories of boys with boys and men with boys, discovering through fiction how boys had sex. Every now and then he would go into town to go get something to eat or go check out a movie, or get a CD from the music store. Harry was developing a music collection, discovering what he liked and he definitely liked rock and heavy metal. On one of his trips into town he noticed a small shop on the corner of a block that advertized tattoos and piercing. That became his newest research project for the next week. He went and got a couple of the temporary ones and applied then to his body and checked them out. They looked cool on him and Harry toyed with the idea of getting tattooed, his right ear pierced, and to start wearing a black leather collar as his way of rebelling against Dumbledore. He went into a pet store the next time he was in town and got a small plain black leather collar, a few more of the temporary tattoos of dragons, and a clip on earring. He wore them for the next few days and decided he really liked the looks of them. It was settled. He would get tattooed and pierced before going back to Hogwarts. He discovered that this particular tattoo shop online and looked at a lot of the designs they had before settling on four of them. He discovered animal head tattoos and picked out three of them as a memorial to his father, Sirius, and Remus. A lily flower would be a memorial to his mother, and those four would go on the back of his left shoulder. Harry printed out all eight on the printer and set them aside. According to the website the tattooist was wizard and he could apply them in a very painless manner and it would take fifteen minutes at the most. Harry was no stranger to pain, having been through a lot of it of late and knowing that made his decision an easy one.

            Talking to Revan was good therapy but writing in a journal was really helping him. He had started one on Revan’s advice and he spent at least an hour each night writing in a journal he was keeping in his laptop. He could express himself freely and not worry about people getting into the laptop and finding the journal unless they knew where to look and how to use one. Harry was getting better at expressing his feelings. Jonathan told Harry that Harry could talk to him if he felt the need to or wanted to.

            “I am very good at listening. I am very good at keeping master’s secrets. It is against the house elf’s code to reveal a master’s secrets. It is certain death for a house elf if he is caught passing a master’s secrets,” Jonathan said.

Harry shuddered at that. “Isn’t that rather harsh?”

            “It may seem like it to you Master Harry, but it is the House Elf Law and we are sworn to never break those laws,” Jonathan said.

That led to another discussion on house elves and Harry learned a bit more about them. Harry did start talking to Jonathan and the old elf proved that he knew a thing to two about human nature and told him what he knew without going too far.

            “I have witnessed the kinds of things you are doing now a few times before, younger generations of Potter exploring things of a sexual nature. All I wish for you is to be safe. I have seen explorations gone wrong,” Jonathan said. “And yes, house elves do have sex, and I know of ones who are gay. Every creature that exists has sex to continue their race. That’s just the way it is.”

That was something else for Harry to think about and he wrote up his thoughts about it. Revan was starting to suggest that Harry go see a therapist to get professional help and told Harry that he didn’t think that Harry was nuts, far from it.

Revan: You need help in learning how to be comfortable with being gay, that’s all.

Harry: Whew! I thought you were going to tell me I’m crazy or something.

Revan: You are definitely not crazy or nuts, far from it. You are just a thirteen year old boy who is exploring his sexuality, that’s all. You just need help in being comfortable with being gay.

Harry: Okay. I will try to find one. Thanks for being a good friend.

Revan: You’re welcome Harry. You’re welcome to join the general chat anytime. We discuss the current issues all of us teens face every day. For more private and personal issues we can private chat and I’ll help you with those issues.

Harry: Cool. I’ll remember that.

Harry did join the general chat that evening when Revan introduced him to the room and ended up having a good time meeting the other teens in there.

            Harry’s newest experiment was suspension after he saw a pair of wrist suspension cuffs at Dirk’s Stockroom. Harry carefully planned the experiment and carried it out once he had them. He found a number of great places round the back yard area to do it. There were a few trees he could do it from as some of them had thick branches and were not too far from the ground. The absolute best spot was the patio cover by the pool. It had thick beams coming out from the corners, he wouldn’t be too far off the ground, and he could use a small stepladder to stand on as he got ready. He found a thick nylon strap in the shed that had black thick hooks on each side. He had to adjust it a few times before he got it right. Harry steadied his nerves and then slowly crouched down until the suspension cuffs were taking his weight. Harry stepped off the stepladder and found himself swinging out over the patio, his toes just out of reach of the ground. He relaxed once he stopped swinging and hung there for a bit and watched his cock grow hard from the thrill he was feeling being suspended by his wrists from the beam over his head. Harry was paying close attention to what he was doing and he never heard Jonathan coming up behind him until he felt something whack him across the butt. Harry turned to look and found a smirking Jonathan behind him.

            “I see you decided to hang out a bit today, Master Harry,” the old elf chuckled.

Harry groaned at the bad pun as the old elf walked off holding the round cane behind his back like an older English gentleman out for a stroll. Harry hung there for a bit longer until the strain got a bit too much for his wrists. He got back onto the stepladder by reaching out with his toes and then pulling himself back onto it, moving the strap back with him. He got down and in his mind declared the newest experiment a success. Now to experiment with other places in the yard, which he did over the next few days. The porch cover was definitely the best place for a suspension scene. Now that he knew he could do it, he began to do it dressed up in his leathers and with a butt plug inside of him. The latest bit of leather was a cock harness with a ball separator, something Harry loved to wear and constantly did. His newest butt plug was one with a foxtail attached to it and he liked to feel the foxtail swish back and forth as he walked around with it inside of him.

            “Let me know when I can release the hunting dogs, sir. I daresay the fox needs a good running,” Jonathan had deadpanned the first time he saw it.

It took Harry a few minutes to figure that out and by them Jonathan had disappeared someplace in the house. Harry grumbled about wise ass house elves as he kept on going. One experiment Harry did nearly got away from him. He was playing with a rubber cock that looked like the real thing, six inches long and had a slight bend upward. Harry had been sitting on the arm of his chair in the study moving up and down on it as he was jacking off when suddenly the whole thing slid right up into him. He could feel his anus closed up behind the hilt as he orgasmed. He shivered through his orgasm and then sighed in pleasure as he came down. He moved, standing up and he felt the rubber cock move into him a bit deeper and settle into place. Harry took a few breaths to keep from panicking. He walked to the bathroom in the master suite and he could feel it moving inside of him, rubbing on his prostate. It actually felt good inside of him. Harry had his first anal orgasm without having to touch his cock as he now called it. He sat on the commode for a bit until his body signaled that it was ready to expel it. He took a bit of butt wipe and waited for the hilt to come out and caught it when it did. He drew the rubber cock out of him all the way as the rectal muscles did the work. He cleaned himself up once the deed was done. He looked for any signs of bleeding but there wasn’t any. He breathed a sigh of relief. He washed it clean with hot water and antibacterial soap. On the way back down the stairs he examined it closely to see if there was a way he could fix something up to it in case he needed to remove it in a hurry. He hit on the idea of rigging up a string from inside the base to a large silver ring that he could pull on. He opened the base and saw it could be accomplished. Harry tied a knot a bit further down and then threaded a ball on it that would fit inside the base and tied it to the end of the string and trimmed the excess string off. He set the ball inside the base and snapped the base back in place. It took a bit of effort because of the string coming out of the base but he did it. Then he measured off four inches and tied a large silver ring to the string and trimmed the end off. This time he used a condom over the whole thing and a bit of lubricant on his anus to make the entry easy. It slid up into him with very little effort. Once more he felt it go deep inside of him and felt his anus close up behind the base. The only clue that he had anything inside of him was the black string with the silver ring dangling below his arse. Harry walked around the manor a few times to enjoy the feeling of his ass being stuffed full with it completely inside of him. He tested the string and it worked perfectly. Harry would be able to get it out when needed. The next thing and last thing he got was a leather torso harness. The two straps that went over his shoulders were attached to a large O ring front and back. A single strap went from the bottom of the O ring in the center of his chest to one down in the middle of his abs just below his tummy. There were four straps there that bucked together forming a waist belt. Another strap continued down from there to a silver cock ring that he wore around his cock and balls. A leather string went from the bottom of the cock ring up between his ass cheeks to another O ring in the small of his back where the waist belt was secured to. The last leather strap went from that O ring up to the One just below the shoulder blades. Harry had gotten one with smaller straps, half inch wide. All the straps were adjustable with silver buckles and he was able to reach all of them including the adjustable leather string in back. It quickly became his favorite harness to wear all day long except for when he was sunning by the pool, swimming, or working out. Best of all he could wear it under his clothes if he went into town. Most of the time he wore it around the manor and just enjoyed the feel of the smooth leather against his skin. He started doing more with his suspension scenes, using the leather ankle cuffs to secure his feet together with a double snap, run the rubber cock up into his asshole, strap a ball gag round his head with the thick black ball filling up his mouth and then he would suspend himself from the thick beam from the patio cover. His cock would get hard as he hung there, swaying back and forth in the breeze. Harry truly enjoyed it. He never told any of his online friends what he was doing, even if they were in private messaging, preferring to keep it to himself. Harry had met a psychologist online through Revan and he was talking to the man nearly every evening. Harry talked about lots more than just his gay feelings, he talked about what the Dursleys had done to him. Charles listened and counseled Harry. He was helping Harry become comfortable with his newly discovered sexuality and helped Harry deal with the abuse he had suffered. The more Harry talked to Charles, the easier it got for him to reveal everything. But the one thing Harry didn’t do was to reveal their names as he believed that somehow fate would take care of them at the right time. Charles came out and revealed that he was a wizard, having gone to Hogwarts years ago before his parents did and he knew of them. He told Harry that there was a way to deal with the Dursleys without revealing that Harry was wizard and that it would be very easy to have Vernon committed if he tried to expose Harry as a wizard.

Charles: Not only would your uncle be laughed out of the courtroom, he would be packed off to the mental hospital and be thought of as being mentally unstable. So let me worry about that and you would just have to tell about the abuse. But we can discuss that later. Right now I am concerned about your mental well being.

Harry: It’s greatly improved since I got here to Potter Manor, Charles. Jonathan the Potter Family house elf has been great to me and he’s shown me lots of pictures with me and my parents together when I was just a baby.

In what Harry would forever remember to be an extremely emotional evening, Jonathan shared with Harry the photo albums of young Harry with his parents, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and other family friends. Harry had gotten emotional over the pictures while Jonathan got emotional over the memories he shared.

            “Master Harry, many was the night that I would peek into the nursery and watch your mother God rest her soul, cradle you in her arms as she rocked you to sleep in the big rocking chair by the window. Your father James did his share of holding you in his arms and the love that they had for you was clearly the strongest magic ever made. They made great plans for you. They wanted to escort you to the castle the day you were to start. Your father gave you a head start as a Seeker when he took you for a ride on his broom. I well remember how your mother reacted when she saw you perched on the front of the broom. You were just so happy and your father was beaming from ear to ear. He kept the broom low to the ground and took it slow round the yard. Your godfather wanted to take you up but your mother wasn’t having any of that. Your godfather would turn into the dog that he was and you would grab handfuls of his fur and ride him like a horse round the yard. Oh he would prance so happily, nose up in the air, tail in the air and I never knew a dog could smile the way he did. Those were good days, Master Harry. I do hope fate is kind to you and give you the chance to be a father,” Jonathan had said.

The night served to deepen the bond between them.

            Before Harry knew it July was about to end, and with it was his upcoming fourteenth birthday. Harry spent the day by the pool staring into the water as he contemplated his immediate future. He wished he had been doing some serious training instead of doing what he had been doing. Jonathan noticed the sudden change in Harry’s disposition.

            “Is something bothering you Master Harry?” he asked that evening after dinner.

            “Jonathan, instead of doing some serious training down in the training rooms I’ve been screwing away my time with all of this play,” Harry said with a sigh.

Jonathan nodded to himself as he had come to a decision. “It is not too late, Master Harry. The Potter Manor has a secret that I now can reveal to you. It is possible to cast what is called a time spell over the training rooms in which you can spend a full year down there training in everything a warrior wizard needs to know to survive a fight. Every male Potter has spent time in there, including your father. I do not know if his spirit has joined the other ancestors but if it has, then when you cast the spell needed to slow down time and give you the year needed to train down there he should show up. There will be Potter ancestors who will teach you everything you need to know and then some. While you will be in there for the year’s time one week will have passed out here,” Jonathan said.

Harry grinned, new life in his eyes. “When can we do this?”

            “We go tomorrow, on Sunday eve,” Jonathan replied.

To Be Continued….
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