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Adult ++
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7,851
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Ch. 11
Unbeta\'d version. I hope this clears up a little. Sorry for the long time no post but my computer was...dead. 10 reviews=1 chapter
A whisper of the wind in the trees foretold the coming of a being. A great, dark shape stepped out of the shadows. The eyes were oddly light, staring out from the great mass of black fur.
“Harry…”
“S-Sirius?”
In response the dog merely nodded.
“I’m in Slytherin,” Harry thought this was an important fact to tell, “SLYTHERIN!!! You hear me? Slytherin…” Potter’s lean body was racked in sobs, he whispered, “But why? I…well…”
“Understand why?” the dog was now a human, though the eyes were still an oddly clear colour.
Sniffing, Harry replied, “Yes. The loyalty that I thought was part of Gryffindor really wasn’t true. In fact, the people there aren’t really all that brave. I always understood it as a given that everybody but Ron and Hermione couldn’t be trusted, but today, I realized that they, too, were false friends. Maybe…maybe Slytherin is better, at the very least, they don’t lie that they are bastards. I’ll give it a try, the only thing I’m afraid of is, well, Voldermont is still at large, and some of the blokes in Slytherin won’t exactly be jumping for joy that Harry Potter is in their House. Therefore resulting in, err, nasty skirmishes.” He conveniently left the fact of Draco Malfoy unsaid.
“Who do you care about, Harry, who do you care about who’s alive?” Sirius asked, his eyes boring into Harry.
Shifting uncomfortably, “Nobody.”
“Hmmm…” Sirius said thoughtfully, “Then who cares who gets hurt, who cares who’s not happy about it? I know I don’t give a damn about Snivellus, err, Snape. If you don’t trust anybody anymore, then why care?”
Harry nodded, “I guess I’m a Slytherin now,” he said, attempting a grin.
The light around them faltered and all became dark.
Harry woke up, muttering, “Sirius…don’t…Sirius, don’t leave me…” He was startled to find that tears were running freely down his cheeks. He felt distanced; he realized all who he cared about was Draco. But Draco, a Death Eater, was not on his side, forbidden fruit. Smiling slightly, he at least concluded that he wouldn’t have to sneak into the Slytherin dorms anymore just to look at Draco. He had an enormous capacity for emotion, at least a n din different sneers. Harry had noticed that just by sitting in the shadows, his cloak wrapped tightly around him. Shaking is head; he decided to get ready for his entrance. After all, now he had a chance to show of his flair for dramatics.
Harry kneeled by his chest to pick out what robes he should wear. He decided after careful deliberation, he would don the Invisibility cloak like material robe that shimmered slightly. The Slytherin crest was stitched on, and the robes were extremely tight, marking his cat-like leanness. He chose black, leather, formal shoes. Looking himself over in the mirror, Harry found that he was gorgeous. Without his glasses, his emerald eyes shone, framed with long sweeping black lashes, his lips were slightly pouted and arranged in an alluring half-smile, his robes trailed regally on the ground. Tanned skin was taught over his muscles, and bones, his face a classic beauty. The tousled, raven hair gave him a debonair, roguish look. Harry’s hand trembled above the eyeliner, but seized it, applying it to his eyes. The result, to say the least, was disturbing. Disturbing in the way that how he could be so pretty.
It was a one-day holiday that Dumbledore spontaneously announced the day before. Students, though, still had to be at nine sharp for breakfast and were only allowed to leave at. To. To make the most of his ‘debut’ as a Slytherin, he came fashionably late.
Pausing at the huge doors of the Great Hall, Harry had the feeling that he was distinctly nervous. Ignoring the gnawing feeling in his stomach, Harry swept open both doors. His head was proudly held, as all the people, as if programmed, swept their gaze towards the disturbance. Sneering in a rather Malfoy-like manner, Harry raised his ebony eyebrows, and walked towards the Slytherin table. All was still. The only sound was the swish of the robes, and the clack of his shoes on the floor. Not one person even dared to cough.
Pausing by Malfoy’s side Harry stated, his voice loud in the silence, “I believe you have something of mine, Malfoy, please give out without any trouble or I will have to take valuable time out of my day to hurt you,” he paused enjoying the affect his words on Malfoy, in fact, more than he wished, judging from the growing buldge in his robes, “I know you have it.”
Draco cocked his eyebrow, his cock growing painful. Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of a comeback, and a flush crept into his cheeks.
“Thought so.”
The hall seemed to erupt as Harry sat down. Shrieks of girls and the wildfire of gossip started.
“HARRY! TAKE ME, I’M YOURS!”
“My god, HARRY, I have the biggest boobs in me House!”
“I’ll come for you…WAIT FOR ME!!”
“I may be young, BUT I’M HORNY!!!!!!!”
“Harry, I’m freaking HARD!” a 5th year boy stood up at the Ravenclaw table. Everybody hushed. A cricket chirped. The boy pulled down his pants and briefs, revealing a sad, hard, small penis, “I told you I was!”
The deafening roar started up again.
Standing up on the table, Harry waved them quiet, flashing them a smile, “If anybody needs to talk to me. You can make arrangements by seeing Dobby. Also, if any teachers wish to speak to me about my, err, change, they can talk to me before their classes.”
Walking out, Harry slumped against the wall and cried.
A whisper of the wind in the trees foretold the coming of a being. A great, dark shape stepped out of the shadows. The eyes were oddly light, staring out from the great mass of black fur.
“Harry…”
“S-Sirius?”
In response the dog merely nodded.
“I’m in Slytherin,” Harry thought this was an important fact to tell, “SLYTHERIN!!! You hear me? Slytherin…” Potter’s lean body was racked in sobs, he whispered, “But why? I…well…”
“Understand why?” the dog was now a human, though the eyes were still an oddly clear colour.
Sniffing, Harry replied, “Yes. The loyalty that I thought was part of Gryffindor really wasn’t true. In fact, the people there aren’t really all that brave. I always understood it as a given that everybody but Ron and Hermione couldn’t be trusted, but today, I realized that they, too, were false friends. Maybe…maybe Slytherin is better, at the very least, they don’t lie that they are bastards. I’ll give it a try, the only thing I’m afraid of is, well, Voldermont is still at large, and some of the blokes in Slytherin won’t exactly be jumping for joy that Harry Potter is in their House. Therefore resulting in, err, nasty skirmishes.” He conveniently left the fact of Draco Malfoy unsaid.
“Who do you care about, Harry, who do you care about who’s alive?” Sirius asked, his eyes boring into Harry.
Shifting uncomfortably, “Nobody.”
“Hmmm…” Sirius said thoughtfully, “Then who cares who gets hurt, who cares who’s not happy about it? I know I don’t give a damn about Snivellus, err, Snape. If you don’t trust anybody anymore, then why care?”
Harry nodded, “I guess I’m a Slytherin now,” he said, attempting a grin.
The light around them faltered and all became dark.
Harry woke up, muttering, “Sirius…don’t…Sirius, don’t leave me…” He was startled to find that tears were running freely down his cheeks. He felt distanced; he realized all who he cared about was Draco. But Draco, a Death Eater, was not on his side, forbidden fruit. Smiling slightly, he at least concluded that he wouldn’t have to sneak into the Slytherin dorms anymore just to look at Draco. He had an enormous capacity for emotion, at least a n din different sneers. Harry had noticed that just by sitting in the shadows, his cloak wrapped tightly around him. Shaking is head; he decided to get ready for his entrance. After all, now he had a chance to show of his flair for dramatics.
Harry kneeled by his chest to pick out what robes he should wear. He decided after careful deliberation, he would don the Invisibility cloak like material robe that shimmered slightly. The Slytherin crest was stitched on, and the robes were extremely tight, marking his cat-like leanness. He chose black, leather, formal shoes. Looking himself over in the mirror, Harry found that he was gorgeous. Without his glasses, his emerald eyes shone, framed with long sweeping black lashes, his lips were slightly pouted and arranged in an alluring half-smile, his robes trailed regally on the ground. Tanned skin was taught over his muscles, and bones, his face a classic beauty. The tousled, raven hair gave him a debonair, roguish look. Harry’s hand trembled above the eyeliner, but seized it, applying it to his eyes. The result, to say the least, was disturbing. Disturbing in the way that how he could be so pretty.
It was a one-day holiday that Dumbledore spontaneously announced the day before. Students, though, still had to be at nine sharp for breakfast and were only allowed to leave at. To. To make the most of his ‘debut’ as a Slytherin, he came fashionably late.
Pausing at the huge doors of the Great Hall, Harry had the feeling that he was distinctly nervous. Ignoring the gnawing feeling in his stomach, Harry swept open both doors. His head was proudly held, as all the people, as if programmed, swept their gaze towards the disturbance. Sneering in a rather Malfoy-like manner, Harry raised his ebony eyebrows, and walked towards the Slytherin table. All was still. The only sound was the swish of the robes, and the clack of his shoes on the floor. Not one person even dared to cough.
Pausing by Malfoy’s side Harry stated, his voice loud in the silence, “I believe you have something of mine, Malfoy, please give out without any trouble or I will have to take valuable time out of my day to hurt you,” he paused enjoying the affect his words on Malfoy, in fact, more than he wished, judging from the growing buldge in his robes, “I know you have it.”
Draco cocked his eyebrow, his cock growing painful. Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of a comeback, and a flush crept into his cheeks.
“Thought so.”
The hall seemed to erupt as Harry sat down. Shrieks of girls and the wildfire of gossip started.
“HARRY! TAKE ME, I’M YOURS!”
“My god, HARRY, I have the biggest boobs in me House!”
“I’ll come for you…WAIT FOR ME!!”
“I may be young, BUT I’M HORNY!!!!!!!”
“Harry, I’m freaking HARD!” a 5th year boy stood up at the Ravenclaw table. Everybody hushed. A cricket chirped. The boy pulled down his pants and briefs, revealing a sad, hard, small penis, “I told you I was!”
The deafening roar started up again.
Standing up on the table, Harry waved them quiet, flashing them a smile, “If anybody needs to talk to me. You can make arrangements by seeing Dobby. Also, if any teachers wish to speak to me about my, err, change, they can talk to me before their classes.”
Walking out, Harry slumped against the wall and cried.