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Harry Potter and the Path to Madness	By : Turais Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Start of summer 1994
- 1
A/N: English is not my first language.
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Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Summer, 1994
Thirteen-year-old Harry potter was back on Privet Drive with his relatives. He absolutely hated it here. He wished he was with his godfather, Sirius. Anywhere else would be preferable over the Dursleys, Harry mused while silently doing his chores. His aunt and uncle always told him to work like their personal house-elf. They expected him to clean, do the yardwork, make breakfast and dinner while keeping silent, being as invisible as possible. He did it, knowing it was better to obey than getting punished.
If his work was unsatisfactory or if something unnatural happened, anything his relatives could blame on his freakiness, then Harry knew he would get disciplined by either being sent to his room without food or getting his arse spanked by his uncle. Harry honestly preferred the spanking, not wanting to go hungry. It was something he always tried to avoid though, knowing his uncle had a temper. He had once been beaten by uncle Vernon for dropping the morning coffee on the kitchen floor. It was safe to say that Harry had never dropped anything again afterwards.
He had only been back on Privet Drive for a week and he was already feeling tired. He felt like the entire world was pressing down on him, slowly suffocating him to death. Harry wondered if he was depressed. He was often thinking of Hogwarts and the magical world as an escape from the dull monotonous muggle life surrounding him. He felt like an observer, almost like he was looking on from the outside. He never actually got to live in either world. He only went to school in the magical world. and in the muggle world, he never saw anything outside Little Whinging, growing up in a cupboard not allowed to do what normal children did.

He loved living in the castle and learning magic. Only, recently he had started thinking it wasn’t all that great.
He thought of his first year, all the stares and whispers behind his back, because he was famous for something he couldn’t even remember. The stares and whispers had never really stopped. It had made it almost impossible to make friends. They all saw him as some sort of savior, who had killed a Dark Lord that wasn’t even dead! He thought most wizard and witches were stupid. Thinking a one-year-old baby could defeat Voldemort was laughable. He shuddered thinking of the encounters he had had with the man.
Thinking of Voldemort always made him think of Dumbledore. He was sure the Headmaster was hiding something from him. After he killed Quirrell, and he had killed him, practically vaporizing the man with his hands, no matter what the Headmaster thought, he was told by Dumbledore that there was a reason why Voldemort wanted him dead. Only Dumbledore hadn’t told him the reason, arguing that he was to young. It made Harry’s blood boil. What right did the Headmaster have to dictate his life like that? Dumbledore had sent him back to his relatives, even after Harry had told him how they were like, but the Headmaster had insisted, telling him he would be safe there. From that moment on, Harry had stopped trusting the old man.

Harry finished cleaning the kitchen, moving on to the living room while wishing he was someplace else.
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Harry was asleep after a long day cleaning the house. The thirteen-year-old was lying on his bed. He was unconsciously turning, humping against the thin mattress. He had entered puberty earlier that year and without really knowing what it meant, started to have sexual dreams that he could never really recall when he woke up. He only knew that his dreams were pleasant, making him feel good.
Harry moaned out in his sleep, dreaming of a naked faceless girl lying beneath him. He was pushing against her, his erection slowly sliding inside her. The sleeping boy groaned softly as he had his first orgasm. Harry ejaculated in his sleep. His wet dream woke him, jerking upright in a sitting position as the last jet of semen forcefully shot out his piss slit making his white briefs wet and sticky.
His first coherent thought after getting his breath back was that he had accidentally peed himself in his sleep, but he quickly discovered the sticky substance coating his genitals. He knew it was cum, remembering back to a whispered conversation between some of the older Slytherin boys he had overheard talking in the school library.
Shocked and a bit disgusted, he tried to hide his first nightly emission from his aunt and uncle, knowing they would be furious at him for getting the sheets dirty. The sticky spots where slowly drying and Harry had no way to remove them. He tried using one of his old shirts to wipe it off, but he only managed to rub the result of his dream further onto the sheets. He cleaned the clear fluid off himself. Wiping the cum off his now soft dick, ball sack and thighs. After Harry was done cleaning up the best he could, he slumped back down on his bed as it was still the middle of the night. He slowly fell asleep on his now stained sheets to the sharp smell of fresh cum.
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Harry’s summer continued as normal after his first wet dream. He got up in the morning and started making breakfast for his relatives, knowing it was what they expected. He cleaned, watered his aunt’s garden and was rudely told by his uncle to paint the fence. Harry sighed, there were always more work to be done.

A few days later Harry woke up earlier than usual. He had had a nightmare. His skin was clammy, cold sweat coating his body. He had dreamt of Voldemort ordering Wormtail to do something, but he didn’t know what.
Turning around on his somewhat stiff sheets, Harry felt his morning wood press against his briefs. He had started getting erections and always woke up with one. He found it annoying and didn’t really know how to stop it, not knowing it was a normal part of growing up and entering puberty.
He silently got up, walking over to his door trying to listen if anyone where out in the hallway. He didn’t want his cousin, aunt or uncle to see the obvious bulge currently stretching his underwear.
When he thought it was safe, he quickly opened the door and ran across to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he walked over to the toilet and pushing his briefs down, managed to pee while erect. He decided to take a shower, knowing his uncle didn’t want him to take too long and waste the water, Harry soaped up before turning it on. He washed himself running both hands down his chest and stomach.
He looked in the mirror when he was finished with his morning ablutions. His skinny body on display. He didn’t have any defined muscles yet. His pale complexion stood in sharp contrast to his black hair. Harry had a narrow waist. Looking at his groin, he could see his erection had vanished during his shower. He had recently started growing pubic hair, a black turf of short hair growing at the base of his dick. It made him feel more grown up, thinking back to the many times he had seen older students who all had grown pubes, some even chest hair, showering naked in the shared Gryffindor Boys bathroom or after quidditch practice.

Suddenly someone tried to open the door. “Open up, Freak! I have to piss.” It was Dudley. Harry quickly wrapped his towel around him, concealing his nudity.
Opening the door, his cousin flew by him running to the toilet. Harry sniggered, thinking he should have let his cousin pee in his pants out in the hallway. He walked out, back to his room to find clean underwear.
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His aunt came to his room one afternoon, telling him to collect all his dirty laundry. When she moved towards his bed, he knew she would find out about his dirty sheets which still had dried semen on them. His sheets had gone stiff with the multiple dried stains, making him feel embarrassed as they were about to be discovered. He didn’t know what to do. He could only stand in trepidation and look on as she took off his bedsheets. Harry had had two more wet dreams making his sheets and underwear even dirtier in the past week.
When she noticed, she started to shriek at him, telling him what a dirty little boy he was by soiling the sheets like this, holding them up for him to see. The cum-stains were clearly visible. Harry was standing red-faced, too embarrassed to respond as his aunt inspected his bed looking for more evidence of his nocturnal orgasms. His aunt went downstairs and told his uncle in a disgusted voice. He could hear her yell from the downstairs living room.
Harry stood, his hands starting to shake a bit, when he heard his uncle come up the stairs. Vernon barged into his room shouting at him, telling him off about touching himself and getting semen on the sheets, making Harry very uncomfortable and more embarrassed than he had ever been before. His uncle was calling him a perverted little freak, who should learn to control his dirty habit. Vernon assumed the boy had been masturbating at night and ejaculating on his bed on purpose after seeing the many obvious spots of semen his nephew had made on the dirty sheets.

When the boy didn’t respond and seeing it as blatant disrespect, Vernon decided that a punishment was in order. He didn’t want the perverted freak to make a mess on the bed again adding to his wife’s laundry. Taking off his belt, he saw the boy’s eyes widen in distress.
“Please uncle, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again.” Harry pleaded, not wanting to get spanked for something he couldn’t control and very embarrassed getting lectured about climaxing and ejaculating in his sleep. Vernon sat down on the boy’s bed, “Don’t lie to me boy, come here! You know you deserve this. I won’t allow your dirty activities in my house. You will stop soiling your bed like some depraved little pervert!” he told the teen who now stood in front of him looking down at the floor submissively. The last time Harry had been spanked by his uncle like this was two years ago, before his second year when Dobby the house-elf had ruined their dinner party, and he had been blamed for it. Harry had avoided a beating last year by running away after the incident with aunt Marge. Vernon liked to use corporal punishment to keep the unruly boy in control. His uncle took his glasses off, throwing them carelessly on the desk.

“Drop your pants and underwear, boy!” Vernon demanded, silently enjoying the power he had by forcing the teen to obey his orders. Harry didn’t have a choice. He was slightly afraid, recognizing his uncle’s temper and knowing now wasn’t the time to cross the man unless he wanted to get more than a spanking. He slowly pushed his second-hand pants and briefs down, which had once belonged to his cousin. He knew his punishment would be worse if he disobeyed, but he still felt very embarrassed being forced to take off his pants and underwear in front of his uncle. Thankfully, his shirt was long enough to shield his now uncovered genitals. Harry had always been self-conscious and shy about his body and he didn’t want his uncle to see him naked. He also silently thought he was too old getting spanked. He was almost fourteen!
Vernon looked the boy over. The boy’s shirt was too big for him, long enough to cover his nudity. Vernon grasped the shirt lifting the hem up, uncaring of violating his nephew’s modesty. He wanted to see the boy, he exposed the teen by lifting more of the too long shirt. He saw the flat stomach and genitals now visible to him, taking a good look at the thirteen-year-old’s private parts. He could see his nephew’s three-inch dick lying against the hairless balls. The head of the adolescent penis was covered by a good amount of foreskin. The boy had grown. He noticed his nephew had started puberty since last time he had seen him naked. A smattering of black pubic hair sprouting at the base of the flaccid shaft. “We better take a closer look. See if everything is developing down here as it should be,” Vernon told the boy, wanting to touch the youth.

Harry felt his face grow hot as his uncle forced his shirt up and started to examine his exposed privates. He could see his uncle’s gaze fixed on his dick for several long moments, before the man raised a hand and ran several fingers through the small amount of hairs at the base of his penis. It made Harry flush, his face going beet red. Harry was handed the hem of his shirt and told to keep it up while his uncle ran both hands over his hairless upper thighs. “Started puberty, ehh.” His uncle leered looking up at him, while running a finger through his small turf of pubes again, lightly pulling on the soft hairs. It made Harry more embarrassed, knowing it was the first time his uncle had seen him naked after growing hair down there. He shivered a bit, feeling apprehensive about his uncle inspecting his genitals, knowing it wasn’t right. “When did you grow these, boy?” His uncle wanted to know, pointing towards his small bush of black pubic hair. “I don’t know. This year I think,” Harry answered timidly and very red-faced, feeling humiliated talking about his developing body and having his uncle’s hands fondle him. Vernon smiled hearing his nephew’s apprehensive voice and seeing him flush red in humiliation. The boy was scared of him and that alone made him feel content.

“You still have some growing to do, though.” Vernon stated, taking a hold of the boy’s flaccid penis and slowly pulling back the generous amount of foreskin, uncovering the head.
Harry’s legs trembled as his uncle touched his penis, looking down just as his foreskin was retracted by the large fingers holding him tightly. His uncle pulled on his dick back and forth twice, making the foreskin slide back over his penis head. He moaned involuntary at the feeling, his legs feeling wobbly. His uncle continued to manipulate his dick until it started to harden, and Harry felt mortified about getting an erection in front of someone, definitely not wanting his uncle to see it.
“Please s-stop, uncle. Stop, a-aah..No!” Harry tried to get away from his uncle’s hand, not wanting him to see his penis get hard. Vernon got angry of the boy’s disobedience, raising his hand he slapped the teen across the face, the cheek he hit going red by the forceful blow. Harry cried out in pain, “You will stand still! Stop moving or your punishment will be much worse!” Vernon threatened. Harry stilled, afraid of getting beaten. He whimpered as his uncle pulled on his foreskin again, making it go back and forth over his rising penis at a quicker pace.
“You are obviously old enough to produce semen and shoot your load. Soiling your bedsheets like that, boy! I won’t have it anymore. You understand?” Vernon told him, squeezing his nephew’s growing dick which he held in a tight grasp. “Yes, uncle. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I didn’t mean too,” Harry replied breathlessly, as his uncle painfully held his half-hard penis.
Vernon continued to jerk the smaller penis off wanting to see how big it was erect. Harry was standing silently taking the abuse. His uncle continued to pull on his dick until it stood proud on its own. Harry’s hard four-inch penis was pointing at his uncle’s face. He felt mortified, when he heard his uncle chucke, looking at his dick and running fingers along the shaft. Vernon looked at the teen’s erection, it would probably grow bigger now that he had started puberty. He pulled on the foreskin again, thinking his nephew had a large amount of it, seeing the youth’s foreskin cover up the entire bulbous head even in its current hard state. Vernon looked up at the boy’s face and seeing the thirteen-year-old flushing deeply, his nephew’s humiliation reaching new heights, made him delighted.

Vernon forcefully gripped his nephew’s arm and guided him to lie down after feeling the boy up. The teen was almost too big, lying across his lap. His nephew had grown slightly taller as he had entered puberty. Looking down, he had a perfect view of the boy’s white ass. The pert bubble cheeks were pale and ready to be spanked. Harry was leaning forward a bit, using his hands on the floor to keep his balance. He felt beyond mortified in his current position, somehow getting spanked now was worse than last time, two years ago, when he was younger. He also felt dirty after his uncle had touched his dick and lower body. Harry could feel his erection go down again as he laid across his uncle’s lap, waiting to get spanked.
Vernon could see the boy’s hairless pink anus, visible between the buttocks as the boy moved about trying to keep from falling. He couldn’t help thinking that the boy had to be a tight fuck, getting a bit aroused, inspecting the thirteen-year-old virgin ass in front of him practically offered up for free.

His uncle slapped his hand down hard, surprising Harry who yelped out in pain. Vernon liked the sounds he could get out of the little freak. “You get 20 with hand and 10 with my belt. You better count out loud, boy!” Vernon demanded while running his hands over the adolescent bare flesh slowly tracing the ass crack with his fingers, feeling his own arousal rise as he fondled the boy lying across his knees. Harry felt uncomfortable as his uncle touched him, feeling more than one of his uncle’s fingers trace his crack. He shuddered in dismay when he felt a finger lightly run over his asshole. He didn’t like being touched like this. He felt humiliated and hoped his uncle would stop soon.

Vernon started spanking his nephew after a couple of minutes touching the boy. He hit him, slapping his hand down with force and alternating between the ass cheeks, slowly turning them into a nice pink color. He listened to the boy count each time he smacked the reddening arse. He smiled as the teen slowly lost his composure and voiced his pain by shrieking out louder and louder.
Harry grunted at each slap, trying to keep from crying out while counting out loud as his uncle had demanded. He could feel tears wanting to fall when he reached the eleventh slap. His ass was burning, and he felt very chastened. When he reached the sixteenth slap, the tears were rolling down his face and he no longer tried to keep from screaming out in pain. Vernon spanked the boy at a moderate pace.

*SMACK* “ARH. Ow.. S-seventeen!” Vernon brought his hand down hard,

*SMACK* “AAOwh! Ah!” getting the loudest scream out of the boy yet. Dudley and Petunia, his wife, would surely have heard that, he mused.

*SMACK* He did it again harder. “ARG!. Uuh!” The boy was no longer counting, only crying and moaning out in pain. “You get five more for stopping counting out loud!” he decided. He heard the boy whine in despair. He was aroused by the sound, feeling turned on by hitting and humiliating his nephew. He decided in his lust that this wasn’t the last time he would punish the boy this summer.

“Please. No more. Stop. I’ll be good. I promise. I’m sorry, please!” The boy pleaded, breathing harshly.

“You better count out loud! And I won’t have your disrespect, boy!” Vernon warned, bringing his hand down, spanking the teen beneath him. Harry managed to count the last ones out between his cries of pain, not getting any additional slaps added to the 25 he had already gotten. He was sweating, his face was red and wet from crying and his arms were getting tired supporting his body. He knew it wasn’t over and dreaded being spanked with his uncle’s belt, knowing it would be even more painful than the spanking he had gotten so far. His uncle suddenly pushed him off, making him fall painfully to the floor.

“Get up, boy!” Harry quickly got to his feet. He stood in the middle of his room with both hands covering his genitals, not wanting to expose himself more than necessary. His ass was sore, and it burned. Harry was sure his butt was red by now. Vernon looked the boy over and seeing the tears roll down his nephew’s face made him smile. The boy was covering himself up with both hands and shirt.
Suddenly the door flew open and Dudley barged in. “Dad! I want…” Dudley trailed off seeing Harry standing without his pants, with a red face and bottom. Dudley couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as he saw his cousin standing in front of his dad with a bare arse, finding it funny. Harry flushed, his face and upper body going the same color as his bottom. Vernon saw the boy blush and got an idea, wanting the boy to keep feeling helpless and humiliated. “I don’t have time right now, Dudley. I’m punishing your cousin for breaking the rules.” Vernon explained looking over at his son who was looking his cousin up and down.

“Take off your shirt, boy. Its time for the second part of your punishment.” Vernon told Harry who didn’t want to take his shirt off. It gave him some modesty and hid his nudity from his uncle and now his cousin who apparently was going to stay and watch.
Harry felt a new level of embarrassment, knowing he had to expose himself and that his cousin would get to see him naked. He slowly took his shirt off, pulling it over his head. Vernon was satisfied by the obedience and aroused by the rush his power gave him as he forced the boy to strip naked revealing more pale skin.
Dudley watched his cousin and looked him over as he finally obeyed his dad, taking the shirt off. Dudley looked down at his cousin’s uncovered dick and smirked when he saw that it was smaller than his own. He also had more hair down there than his cousin, feeling satisfied as he compared himself to the freak.

“Hands on the desk. Bend forward, boy.” Vernon commanded, wanting the teen to stand as he used the belt. Harry obeyed, too embarrassed and thoroughly humiliated by now to fight back. Harry could see his cousin stare at him, eyes going down to his crotch. It made him shudder in discomfort, being the only one naked, his cousin and uncle fully clothed. He leaned against the cold desk, pressing his chest against the hard surface. He was unknowingly spreading his buttocks as he bent down, exposing his anus. He felt his uncle nudge his legs further apart, not knowing it was because the man wanted to keep being able to see his asshole while he was spanked. Harry submitted, spreading his legs wide feeling his uncle push against his legs insistently.
Dudley stood to the side observing everything that was happening. He could see his cousin’s small dick swaying slightly from side to side as he was forced to spread his hairless legs further, his dad pushing them apart. Dudley smirked slightly, comparing his cousin to the naked girls in one of the porn magazines he had hidden in his room. His dad picked up his belt and folded it over once.
Vernon brought down his hand, forcefully hitting the thirteen-year-old’s bare ass with the belt. Harry screamed loudly, making Dudley jump in surprise. He knew his cousin was in pain, but his dad was the one causing it, which to Dudley meant it was okay and acceptable. His cousin was a freak after all. He looked on as Harry was spanked repeatedly. Angry red welts crisscrossed his cousin’s butt. It looked painful, but it was strangely nice to watch. His cousin was crying. Dudley could see the tears falling down the freak’s face, his eyes forcefully closed. The screams were definitely the best part. Each time his dad hit his cousin with the belt, he would scream out, squealing like a girl making Dudley snicker scornfully while in his mind thinking the freak was a sissy. Dudley never thought how he himself would have taken the painful spanking, knowing it would never happen.

Harry was in pain. Getting spanked with a belt was much worse. He didn’t know how many times he was hit, but it felt like more than ten times. He had a hard grip on the edge of the desk, his knuckles white. “Get up, boy. We’re done!” His uncle finally told him. He was grateful it was over. He stood up on shaky legs, not even bothering to hide his nudity. He was tired, and everything hurt too much for him to think clearly. His uncle stood looking at him, waiting for him to say something. “I’m sorry, sir. Thank you, sir. I won’t disobey you again.” Remembering what he had been told the last time he was spanked, two years ago. His uncle had demanded an apology and a sincere thank you for raising him properly. Dudley laughed at how pathetic his cousin looked.
“Get dressed and start your chores. I won’t have you disrespecting me again while you live under this roof, boy!” Vernon told the teen. Seeing the tear tracks on his nephew’s face made him horny. He looked the boy over, taking in his abused ass and youthful body before walking out. Vernon entered the bathroom fully intent on taking care of his problem while thinking of the youth he had just disciplined.
Harry quickly dressed, hissing out when his underwear touched his abused ass. He would be sleeping on his stomach tonight. His cousin was still standing in his room laughing and teasing him. “Get the fuck out Dudley!” he yelled, looking angrily at his cousin. Harry took his glasses from the desk and pushed them back on his face, now able to see better again.
“Shut up, freak! You know you deserved it.” His cousin smirked at him, making him wary. “I didn’t know you had such a small dick. Maybe I should start calling you little freak instead?” Dudley told him. At least Dudley hadn’t been there when uncle Vernon had touched his dick or seen his involuntary erection, Harry thought gratefully. He could feel his cheeks grow warm as he pushed past his cousin who continued to mock him about his penis size. Harry quickly walked downstairs not wanting to get teased further. He had to finish his chores. He was afraid of getting punished further and didn’t want to risk upsetting his uncle again.
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Harry was sent to bed without dinner by his aunt who was still angry with him. He silently walked upstairs, thinking today had been the worst day of the summer so far and it had almost only just begun.
He undressed down to his underwear and crawled under the now clean covers. His bedsheets soft and stain-free. His ass still hurt. It throbbed slightly after his spanking, thankfully the intense burning had stopped, and he was able to lie on his back. He hoped he wouldn’t have another wet dream, slightly scared of what his uncle might do if he did.
Harry slowly ran his hand down his chest and over his stomach, feeling his fingers lightly roam his skin made his breath hitch. He thought of the feeling he had experienced earlier when his uncle had touched him and unwillingly giving him an erection.
He remembered what uncle Vernon had told him before his spanking. Lecturing him not to masturbate or ejaculate on the bed like a pervert and if he did touch himself then to use tissues to clean up after shooting his load. His uncle had called him a horny teenage boy who wouldn’t be able to stop his dirty habit. It still made Harry’s cheeks go pink, thinking of his uncle saying those naughty words and telling him how to clean up his semen. He hadn’t even touched himself! It was because of his dreams.
Harry hadn’t really thought about masturbating before. He knew what it was. Living in a boarding school and sharing a dormitory with other boys made it impossible not to. He’d just never done it himself. Without really realizing what he was doing, Harry slowly pushed his hand inside his white briefs underneath the covers. He couldn’t see anything. His room was dark with shadows, only a slight light coming from the window, illuminated by the streetlight below. His fingers encircling his soft penis. He slowly pulled on his dick just like his uncle had done. He felt strange touching himself. Harry retracted his foreskin fully, making him moan softly at the feeling. He pulled his foreskin back over the head while thinking it felt better than anything he had done before. Almost better than flying. He upped his pace; his hand went up and down his shaft which had long since risen to its full length, going hard underneath his own touch.
He pushed back his covers and thinking of his uncle’s warning about not making a mess and not wanting to stain his bed again, Harry rose quickly and silently, walking over to the door. Not hearing anyone he, as silently as possible, opened it and tiptoed to the bathroom. Harry took one of the rolls of toilet paper from the cabinet under the sink, thinking no one would notice one missing. He quickly went back to his room and closed the door behind him. He pushed down his underwear and laid back down. Looking down at himself as he wrapped his fingers around his dick before starting to masturbate again. This time going quicker than before.
It didn’t take long before he felt his scrotum contract as his orgasm hit. He grunted loudly when he came, trying to keep it in afraid of making too much noise. His cum spewed out in powerful jets landing on his lower stomach and in his bush of black pubes. His hand and shaft were coated wet, the last sperm tickling slowly out of his piss slit making his foreskin slippery. He exhaled, breathing deeply and feeling a bit dazed after his climax. He took some of the toilet paper before placing the roll on his night stand. Harry wiped up the semen, careful not to get anything on the bed. He finished and threw the used paper in the bin next to his desk. He smiled, feeling satisfied as he pulled up his underwear and fell asleep. Harry had discovered the pleasure of masturbation, just like so many other boys his age.
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