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The Lightning, The Moon & The Sun.	By : Rocco-Sedici Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Luna Views: 30391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Boy Who Lived
It was a mild summers evening in Little Whinging and the Dursley family were gathered around the television as usual. The mother, Petunia, was a frankly rather gaunt looking woman who you could tell felt that women ought to look as such and so had an air of misplaced superiority. She was sitting in silence and chewing absently on a dry salad while she listened intently to her husband rant on about the strange goings on about the country today. Vernon Dursley also had his wife's misplaced sense of superiority. For he was a great oaf of a man. Every limb and component of his body appeared to be spherical and consistently mobile like the set of chins that continued to wobble grotesquely even after he had finished a sentence. Finally there was their beloved son Dudley. For the only sense Dudley had was apparently the capability to smell any food within 100miles judging by the state of him.
While they all chose to pour their very souls into being "normal" and ignoring the very different world they were part of (albeit by proxy) (and they REALLY didn't want to be). There was one person in the household however, who was very different to the Dursleys. His name was Harry Potter. Harry and the Dursleys, while technically related, wasted no breath pretending that they wished to be a cohesive family. For both wished to be as far from the other as humanly possible. Well, within the confines of their magical contractual obligations. For Harry was their charge for the entirety of his childhood and nobody was happy about that.
It had been a rough childhood for Harry. As much as he downplayed it like a child who received the occasional spanking at a time when they'd been particularly troublesome. In actual fact Harry had been subject to a pretty relentless flow of abuse, especially before his 11th birthday. At one point during his childhood the Dursleys had even tried to starve Harry to death. Finally relenting when Petunia panicked and appealed to Vernon with worries of police interest and a visit from "his lot"! Sure enough Harry had been a victim of his own innocence. But somehow had took it all in his stride. Until that is he got older and the past darkness had begun to show itself in sometimes unexpected ways, also in some ways that someone as publicly interesting as Harry would do well to keep quiet.
We find Harry on this summers evening in his room on his own as usual. Although that didn't bother him, when back in Privet Drive he preferred to be alone these days. It gave the troubled young man time to think. These days it seemed all he did was spend every hour inside of his own head. He didn't want to admit it to himself but he still hadn't recovered from the last days of school.
Dumbledore was dead.
It still made him wince to say it even within his own head. But that was the sad truth of the rapidly crumbling world that he currently lived in. He lay there loathing the thought of it, the absurdity of it. It couldn't be possible. Surely Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age couldn't be so easily struck down by someone such as that back-stabbing slime ball Snape!
Snape.
That name rang out through Harry's brain as though it might somehow disturb the other occupants of the house.
Harry had thought about that name more than he cared to mention these past few weeks and every time he had, the violent thoughts that saturated his mind frankly worried him. As much as he hated Snape for dispassionately murdering possibly the only man who really trusted him, he'd never thought himself capable of even comprehending some of the retaliations that flew around his clouded mind.
Thank Merlin that Harry had some semblance of a distraction
Some light to counter the dark inside of himself.
Ginny.
For Harry she was a bright, blazing sun punching back the encroaching blackness in all of her fiery strength and passion. The light she emitted seemed to have it's own heat that revitalised him and warmed his bones. But...
Harry raised himself upright on his bed, frowning to himself. At the end of school last year he'd seen Luna.
She'd fallen victim to the petty bullying of her "housemates" again and they'd hidden her belongings around the castle. Apparently this was an annual festivity. But during the time they spent walking around the castle, Harry found himself feeling strangely close to the girl. By the end of there little hunt they hadn't found many of Lunas belongings at all as they seemed to have become lost in their conversation. It had helped Harry a lot and even taken his mind off of the terrible happenings that had occurred not long before.
At the time Harry had dismissed it as nothing. Sure she was a lovely girl and he really did enjoy her company but it wasn't something that really warranted further consideration.
However...
The whole time he had been away from Hogwarts, and every time he thought of Ginny, he couldn't seem to stop visions of Luna swimming into his mind. He shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. This wouldn't do. "I'm in love with Ginny, and when this is all over I'm going back to her" he told himself.
He still couldn't shake the thoughts. Or the familiar feeling of his blood rushing downwards as images of the white haired girl were conjured into his mind as though someone was deliberately forcing them in. He willed himself to think of Ginny instead. He somehow thought that thinking of Ginny while he masturbated was a more respectable thing to do.
He lay back on his bed and sighed as yet again that day his hands slid downward and under his boxers. His uncomfortable erection soon in his grasp. "This is not healthy" he repeated, as he started stroking his shaft for the 4th time that day. These habits were getting out of hand. On top of that Harry had all but given up on trying to work out how his thought process lead him from such dark places to, ultimately, masturbation. But he rid those thoughts from his head as he focused his minds eye on his imaginary Ginny. His breathing quickened as he held tighter and moved faster. He was close. His imaginary self taking Ginny from behind. Then 'Ginny' turned around and it was Lunas face looking back at him in ecstasy. She pulled off his slick length to take it in her mouth. Something that shocked Harry in the real world (for he was a virgin and even his imagination had limited scope for such adventurous activities!).
Suddenly he was cumming.
Unable to stop himself, he exhaled a loud grunt.
But he was still too deep in his reverie to notice.
Eyes tight shut he saw Luna in front of him joyfully receiving his sperm in streams upon her face and tongue. Oblivious to the real sperm firing from his engorged cock, splashing his own face and mouth as he lay furiously pumping it out. His mouth open in silent release.
Then he was brought crashing down as he heard his uncle shout up the stairs.
"WILL you keep it DOWN you bloody FREAK! We are TRYING to watch TV as a FAMILY"!
Harry waited a few beats, listening to make sure his uncle wasn't coming up the stairs to yell at him some more before he turned his attention to himself. Suddenly tasting something strange and realising his face and chest were wet. He swallowed the substance without thinking and then realised what it was. He sat there in shock for a couple of minutes realising what he'd just done. Shocked and disgusted at his capacity for what he felt was debauchery of the highest order. He sat there for at least a couple more minutes before he realised he was absent mindedly licking his lips. He started again. "What is wrong with me"? He mused in silent shock as the familiar stirring started again in his groin.
This wasn't right.
-His hand slid down his chest again-
He had to stop this sickness.
-He was holding his hardened cock again-
The Dursleys were right, he was a freak.
-He starts pumping it again. The pre-cum flowing onto his hand-
Visions of Luna appeared behind his eyes again in that same compromising dirty pose.
And he was gone again.
Harry was awake until the mid hours of the morning masturbating as the self loathing grew. Every time he would aim to fire his own seed into his own mouth and any that missed he ate up hungrily.
He spent the vast majority of the time leading up to his move with The Order, in his room alone. Thoughts of Luna never to far from his mind.
More to come when The Order come to collect Harry to take to Grimmauld Place.
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