Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Twenty
Otherworld


Not remembering how he got there, but feeling like he had been heading there for a long time, Harry found a party. Young women were laughing, being entertained by a very charming blonde man who at first reminded Harry of Gilderoy Lockheart, but as he got closer and listened, the man didn’t really seem like Gilderoy Lockheart at all. He wasn’t vacuous or superficial. Harry’s impression was this was a man of true wit and scholar to match his magnetic good looks.
Parties, especially ones with pretty girls, always made Harry feel uncomfortable, yet Harry felt himself magnetically drawn to this man’s undeniable charm, and he wanted to get closer just to listen to him and hear what it was he was saying that all the young women around him found so interesting. As he approached the blonde man noticed Harry and stood up. Just as he did, something struck Harry very hard that he had seen this man before, he KNEW him, yet at the same time he was quite certain he had never actually met the man before in his life. His familiarity knifed at Harry’s mind like a warning, and yet there was nothing threatening about his looks at all.

“It’s about time you got here,” said the blonde man with a bright smile, “Let’s have a look at you.”

With delicate skill of a family doctor, the man held Harry’s face and looked him over, like he was giving some kind of medical examination. He was being very gentle and cordial, but his proximity made his familiarity bother Harry all the more. His mind screamed WHO WAS THIS MAN?

“Looks like you’ve really been kicked around, Potter,” said the blonde.

That was the clincher, the way he said Potter. It looked nothing at all like what he remembered, but that slight inflection to his surname, made deliberately by this man so Harry would finally figure it out gave Harry an unbelievable breakthrough to this man’s identity.

“SNAPE?!?” Harry cried out incredulously.

Snape smiled, and held his arms out, presenting himself in a manner that seemed to imitate one of Gilderoy Lockhart’s overly grand gestures of greeting.

“It’s me.”

“SHI-... BLONDE? You- ? I’ve never seen you like THIS before,” said Potter.

“Well, we’re all getting a glimpse of a side of you we’ve never seen before either, Harry,” said Snape.

Snape pulled out a large mirror that seemed to just come from nowhere. Harry saw in his reflection something familiar, yet incredible. He looked like he was wearing his catsuit, yet he was actually covered in real fur with the colour almost perfectly imitating the suit he had made for himself. The only difference was he was still wearing his glasses. He noticed, that aside from being covered completely like fur and looking like a walking house cat, he was also completely naked.
Immediately, not knowing what to do, Harry went to sit down with his arms crossed over his lap. He was next to some pretty girl he recognized as a seventh year who looked greatly amused by his appearance and began playing with his kitten ears. Other girls swarmed around treating him like an adorable pet. Most of these girls he didn’t recognize at all, but all were very pretty and presumably all were witches.
Snape laughed at the attention Harry was getting and again was launching into witty comments that made him the life of the party. Harry was looking around glad to see someone finally take attention away from his silly naked self. The sight of Snape like this was disbelieving at best. Looking around, Harry noticed the only other man present, and wondered why he didn’t notice him before. He was a plain looking man with light brown hair, and like Snape’s difference, Harry had to equally try to place this man out of context. This actually was Gilderoy Lockhart, just sitting like a wallflower at the party with only a single girl paying any attention to him at all holding onto his arm.

“Hello Harry,” said Gilderoy, “Good to see you.”

This Lockhart didn’t have any of Lockhart’s over-exuberant charm, and his smile was hardly recognizable. Not forced or artificial, more genuine. This Gilderoy came across far more like a real person than a put on.

“Uhm, good to see you too, professor,” Harry said awkwardly.

“Oh please, let’s not bring that up, shall we?” asked Lockhart, “I suppose I’m still a muddle brain on the other side, eh?”

The other side. Something came to Harry, remembering the last time he saw Lockhart at his visit to St. Mungos the previous year. Gilderoy’s bedpost had a funny looking talisman nailed to the bedpost, not unlike the one Harry had nailed to his own. It hit him all at once.

“This isn’t a dream,” said Harry, “You’re all here, really here, aren’t you?”

Snape called out clapping his hands, “He figures it out! And on his first visit too.”

Everyone applauded a little.

“What is this place?” asked Harry, “Why do we all look like this?”

With his familiar setting of being the centre of attention, Snape launched into his explanation;

“This, Mr Potter, is the OTHER WORLD.”

‘You mean... death?” asked Harry.

“Ah, the dead,” said Snape, “They’re with us. This is a realm shared by spirits of both the living and the dead.”

Snape brought attention to one blonde haired woman who he seemed to actually revere completely. She was a luscious and beautiful woman with luxurious long hair and flowing robes.

“My parents, are they here?” Harry asked desperately.

“They’re around, I see them all the time,” said Snape, “And of course Sirius too, he’s with them. But of course, he’s always been with them.”

“WHERE ARE THEY?” Harry called out.

Snape calmed Harry down and said, “Harry, they’re here and you can certainly see them, but they may not be what you’re expecting. They might not even recognize you, and I don’t just mean because you’re all furry.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Harry, I’m here,” said Snape, “Obviously, I’m asleep using my old Slytherin Talisman. I don’t go anywhere without it, although this is the first time in a while, I think, that I had to take it with me away from Hogwarts. Harry, you see me, yet you don’t see me at all.”

Snape turned to the woman he was holding affectionately and looked into her eyes, then turned back to Harry as he held her.

“What you see is the person I would have become... if my fiancée lived,” said Snape.

“You- you’re a widow? You were engaged to this woman?” asked Harry.

The woman looked lovingly into Snape’s eyes and said with an American accent, “Yes, right after Hogwarts,”

“This is my beautiful Chastity,” Snape explained, “I’m actually married to her on this side. She’s American, and was murdered by her Christian parents for being a witch.”

“That’s... that’s horrible,” said Harry, “But, if you can be with her, why can’t I be with my parents?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” said Snape, “I said they might not know you. It happens, sometimes. Since you haven’t been here...”

Snape trailed off to let Harry figure it out on his own.

“By their perspective, since I’ve never been here, I didn’t lose them, they lost me,” said Harry, “And they’ve been here for fifteen years without me.”

“Living together as they were, before you were born,” said Snape.

“Do people age here?” asked Harry.

“Depends, really,” said Snape, “Here, you are quite literally as young as you feel.”

A large black motorcycle was seen flying by as a young man in his early twenties was hooting and calling out rude names to them.

“Sirius?” asked Harry as he looked up.

“Ah, he’s off to the Quiddich matches,” said Snape, “You know, the best players in all of history are gathered on this side, it’s quite a sight.”

“I’ve never heard of anyone EVER speak of this world,” said Harry.

“We never do that, not on the other side” said Gilderoy, “It’s sort of a collective agreement. It’s very private, you know, seeing people they way they are on this side. It’s a bit adult too, at times. That’s why most people below seventh year are not allowed in.”

“You also have to be careful as to who you decide to admit here as well,” said Snape, with a dark tone, “Otherwise, they might wind up over there.”

Looking into the distance, Harry, for the first time, became fully aware of just what this strange plain was. It looked like the Scottish highlands in summer. Unusually green with a great variety of sloping mountains and wide plains. The sky was very similar to the sky in Black greenhouse, a lot of bright white haze. The direction Snape pointed looked like a distant storm, and as Harry concentrated on it, he could see the mountains covered with black clouds appeared to be volcanic. They looked very far away.

“What is that place?” asked Harry.

“That’s where the dark ones go,” said Gilderoy.

“You mean Death Eaters?” asked Harry.

The girls around Harry reacted as though the questioning were distasteful but Snape calmed them down, insisting he should explain.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of them there,” said Snape, “There’s no telling how many. But it’s not a prerequisite.”

Snape rolled up his sleeve, showing the Death Eater mark that Harry knew for sometime was there.

“Where you are, depends on where you choose to be,” said Snape.

Chastity turned Snape’s attention away from Harry and started nuzzling with him, saying she wanted to be alone for a while with him. Starting to feel a little uncomfortable watching Snape be affectionate with his spiritual wife, Harry stood to leave. Then he heard a familiar shriek, and braced himself for impact. He knew the voice, and considering his present appearance, Hermione would be completely infatuated with-

“HOLY SHIT, HARRY! YOU’RE A GIANT KITTEN!” said Hermione as she sat on top of him, “YOU’RE SOOOOO CUUUUUTE!”

This Hermione was a lot more of a woman that Harry could handle, or could expect. When she stood him up she was nearly half a head taller than him, and she looked older, too, more mature. Her shoulders were broader and her body more fully developed. Her hair looked just a little more tame and lighter coloured than usual.

“Let’s find somewhere we can fuck, right now!” said Hermione.

“Well don’t let us stop you,” said Snape.

Hermione regarded him for a second, looking just as surprised by his appearance as by the fact she was tall enough to look him in the eye.

“You look better as a blonde,” she said, “You should dye your hair.”

“Everyone keeps saying that,” said Snape, “Let’s hope real life self never does something that foolish. Now, unless you intend to entertain us with having your way with Mr. Potter right here, I think what you’re looking for is over there.”

Snape pointed off it the distance to what looked like a bunch of gazebos covered in silk and fabric, almost looking like tents. Hermione took Harry’s hand and almost dragged him forward.

“This place is amazing,” said Hermione, “Are we really here?”

“We’ll find up when we get out of bed tomorrow morning,” said Harry.

“Do you think we’ll remember this?” asked Hermione, “I always have trouble remembering dreams.”

Harry was about to respond but Hermione picked him right off the ground and flung him into a gazebo, bouncing him off a mattress covered in many silks and pillows. She pulled the fabric entrance shut behind her as she looked around the colourful layout. Harry sat up on the fabric and looked to Hermione.

“Hermione! What’s gotten into you?” asked Harry.

“You, in a minute,” said Hermione as she climbed forward on the large mattress on her knees while pulling her shirt off, “Now either you fuck me, or roll over and I’ll fuck you up the ass. What’s it going to be?”

Hermione held up a strap on that just happened to be laying on the sheets and Harry regarded it for a second, he did like having Delectatio up his ass but considering Hermione’s present mood.

“Can we start with a little oral?” said Harry, as his kitten ears bent back at the sight of the dildo.

Hermione squealed again at the way Harry moved his ears and smothered his furry head into her bosom, loving how his kitty whiskers tickled her breasts.

“You are such a treat!” said Hermione, “How about I give you one?”

With a funny sneer, Hermione turned feral, and the violent manner in which her body transformed ripped the clothes on her body, but when finished transforming, the furry beast she turned into looked far less suited for violence, and a lot more for making love. Harry’s kitten ears bent at funny shape as he just stood utterly flabbergasted at this new sexual form of Hermione.
Her fur was light coloured all over, and little fluffier than her real life anthro-form. Masses of light hair formed around her enormous cat ears and hung down like a wild lion’s main down her back. Unbelievably voluptuous mass radiated sexual energy as Hermione played with breasts that were bigger than Harry’s entire head. This was a giant furry sex goddess.
Giggling, Hermione lunged forward and pushed Harry onto his back. Instantly Harry felt himself engulfed in warm fluffy flesh. Hermione just adored Harry’s cute furry form and just wanted to eat him up. The first thing she got consuming was engulfing his cock into her mouth. As she sucked Harry off, she thought it was unusual that she could take Harry into her mouth like this without feeling the need to come up for air, so she encouraged Harry to just hold her huge furry head and fuck her mouth, taking him as deep as he could push without feeling uncomfortable at all.
His cum tasted like the sugary coating on a cinnamon bun, and she insisted he just keep fucking until he came again and again into her mouth. She took Harry out and tit fucked him with her enormous breasts until he came like a porn star all over her whiskers, and she licked off every white sugary bit of it. The next task was to turn Harry around at every possible angle and fuck from a variety of positions, experimenting with things they couldn’t do in real life, as Harry legs worked perfectly fine in this realm. While Harry was doing Hermione from behind she paused from the hooting and howling as she loved having Harry in her, then the turned around and pushed onto Harry’s stomach to stop him.

“Harry, pull out for a second,” said Hermione.

“What is it?” asked Harry.

Hermione held Harry’s chin and pulled him close to her face as she whispered, “I want you up my ass.”

Hermione took out a wand, and performed Delectatio on the tip of his cock, and just like the dildo they used in the real world Harry’s cock came alive with sparks showering out of it. To Harry, it felt just like ejaculating Delectatio when the nurse was spelling up his ass, and he positioned his cock to go into Hermione. She was savouring the moment, feeling the sparks shower all over her backside, she wanted Harry up her ass for some time, but felt it would only be physically possible (yet) in this realm, as they appeared to be able to do any sexual act they wanted here.
Screaming almost like pain, Hermione took Harry up her ass without any effort at all, and she screamed “FUCK ME KITTY!” over and over as Harry did his best to cram as much Delectatio as he could up Hermione’s ass. Her tail twitched madly and her kitten ears swayed from the force of the fucking. Harry pulled on her tail and Hermione loved it, he pulled on her main and Hermione begged for more. As hard as he went, Hermione wanted harder and harder, until Harry was certain this magical realm allowed physical impossibilities. There was no way he could sodomise someone so hard without rupturing something in himself or who he was sticking it to, and yet it felt so good. It was like they were superhuman screwing machines.
He didn’t know how long they were going at it. It could have been hours that went by, it could have been days. He couldn’t tell if eight minutes passed or a whole day and it didn’t seem to matter. More for the fact that they were in the mood for it, rather than exhaustion, Harry and Hermione cuddled. Harry’s kitten head was smothered in Hermione’s gigantic bosom as he lay on top of her, her clawed hands gently raking the fur around his head as they fell asleep in this realm.
As Hermione held Harry, she desperately wondered if she would remember this place when she woke up. Harry was up her ass, and it felt wonderful. She wanted to try this in the real world, but knew plans had to be made. There were doubts Harry could fit in her ass, but she wanted to try. Somehow plenty of porn stars both male and female took enormous cocks up their asses all the time, Hermione wanted to know, how did they get started?

Harry woke up, had a big stretch, and screamed. Both his legs cramped up with more pain than he ever felt from them ever before. He looked around afraid some Death Eater had snuck into the room to perform the Cruciatus curse on him, but there was no one around other than his own room mates who came running to see what was wrong with him.

“Harry!” called out, Ron and Dean Thomas.

Harry was on his side, grimacing like mad with pain. Ron figured it out and called out loud Harry was having a bed cramp and took out his wand to perform a muscle relaxing spell on Harry’s legs. After a few seconds Harry was able to unbend his legs and caught his breath, wiping the tears away from his face.

“What was that?” asked Harry.

“You had a stretch while you were laying down, weren’t you?” asked Ron.

“Yes, I do it all the time,” said Harry.

“No Harry, you can’t do that,” said Ron, “Stretching while you are laying down causes cramps in your calves, especially if you’ve been working out. Ah, damn, I’ve should have told you.”

Harry tried to sit up and Dean Thomas helped him.

“Is this- is this going to ruin my chance of walking by Friday?” asked Harry.

“I don’t know, we better take you to the nurse,” said Ron.

Madame Pomfrey said Harry’s legs would be fine, but she did express displeasure that Harry didn’t come to see him sooner. Harry noticed Draco was obviously no longer in the ward, and Ron explained the prefects had a meeting with the Aurors present that Draco was now being kept under house arrest in Slytherin Tower. Ron seemed anxious to change the subject away from Harry’s legs, as he felt he made a horrible blunder with Harry’s training. There were spasms that kept happening over and over in Harry’s thighs, some of them threatened to seize up like a cramp.

“It’s that weightlifting that’s responsible for that,” said Madame Pomfrey, “Your muscles are recovering from weightlifting for the very first time. You’ll be alright in about four days or so.”

“FOUR DAYS?” asked Harry as he turned to Ron.

Ron said, “The first time I lifted weights it took only two days for my arms to recover.”

“You arms, of course,” said Madame Pomfrey, “But your legs have much larger muscles in them, so it takes longer for them to recover.”

Ron swore under his breath, he couldn’t help but wonder if he just blew Harry’s chances of making the team that year.

Harry beckoned Madame Pomfrey, “I have to pass a physical this Saturday to make it onto the team for this year. Is there any way-“

“The best chance you have to be on your feet by Saturday is by staying off them until then,” said Pomfrey, “Don’t worry, Harry, those muscle spasms are muscle fibres being rebuilt in your legs, when they’re done your legs will be stronger than ever.”

“Well I – OW! (damn that hurts) ...,” said Harry as he cursed a little, “It HAS to be Saturday, Ron says- who’s inspecting us?”

Ron kept his head low and said, “Madame Hooch.”

“Right, Madame Hooch has to inspect all riders before they can play this year,” said Harry as he rubbed his legs.

“The more you’re off your legs, the better chance you can walk Saturday,” said Madame Pomfrey, “And if you want your legs to be stronger, you cannot perform spells on your legs to stop the spasms.”

“You mean I have to live with this all week?” asked Harry.

“No pain, no gain,” said Madame Pomfrey.

She left them and greeted Hermione who came in. She passed Ron who looked absolutely crestfallen for what he may have landed Harry into and he just left saying he just wanted to get breakfast, but he avoided everyone’s eyes. Hermione sat onto Harry’s bed trying to be cheerful.

“What did you get yourself into?” she said with a smile.

Harry leaned into Hermione and she held him a little, then she noticed Harry had his silver bracelet on and something came to her. After looking around so see if she was alone Hermione tapped Harry’s bracelet three times, transforming him into his cat costume.

Harry looked up and asked, “What on earth are you doing?”

Hermione turned feral and looked right into Harry’s eyes with a familiar suggestive glare, twitching her kitty whiskers

“Holy shit,” said Harry.

“You remember! Hah! I didn’t get it until a second ago,” said Hermione.

“OTHERWORLD! Jeez, we fucked like mad circus performers all damn night,” said Harry.

“How do you feel?” asked Hermione.

“Aside from the muscle cramps? I... pretty well rested,” said Harry.

“Certainly not like we were up all night screwing,” said Hermione, and she shook her head to turn back normal.

Harry tapped his bracelet and said, “Well it’s good to know I- OW! (damn) wont be kept up all night with these muscle spasms.”

“I feel hungry, lets get something to eat,” said Hermione.

Just as Hermione was about to get up, Harry noticed some small bit of paper in her hair and he pulled it out.

“How’d that get in there?” asked Harry.

“What? That?” asked Hermione as she as she saw the paper, “Oh this damn hair, it’s a magnet for all sorts of things.”

“Yeah, but, Hermione, you don’t chew gum,” said Harry.