A new turn of things

It has been days since he had heard any news from his friends. He had tried to owl them many tines over the beginning of the summer but they never had the decency to owl him back. He grew tired of being ignored, and worry-some from the lack of news. ‘At least last year, they had tried to talk. What is going on?’

After the second week or so he began to pace around hi room in worry for his friends safety. He owled Dumbeldore but no reply from him; Remus, none from him either. He even tried Luna Lovegood. Even though he wasn’t as close with her that he was with his other friends, he tried to have her check on the Weasley. Unfortunately, he remembered that she had gone on a fact-finding trek in Europe with her dad right after he had sent Hedwig. But she had replied to his letter.


Dear Harry,

Thank you for writing to me. It is strange that you decided so suddenly owl me. I hope that everything is alright (He scowled at the word) and that no Wrackspurt as infected you.
Alas, I have heard no recent word from Ginny or the others since I have left to Sweden with my father. Nonetheless, the last time I saw them, they seem to appear fine in all senses. I’m sure they are just too busy to reply to you, but I also in my heart wait for news.
I will be home a little over next week or so, and hope to see you upon my return (since you will be no doubt spending the reminder of the summer at the Burrow).

Your beloved,
Luna.

‘You beloved? What does she means?’ Mind reeling from unanswered questions, he plopped down on his bed wanting do to more. His owl Hedwig, not licking being ignored from the lack of attention, flew to him and bit his left ear.

“Oww Girl.” He exclaimed clasping his ear with one of his hand. She hooted angrily and opened her wing showing how much she deserved compensation for a job well done (that what he interprets). “I’m sorry.” He scratched the top of her head apolitically; she accepted it hooting lightly. “It just this summer, this place, and Ron and Hermione. They haven’t sent anything. It’s maddening.” She looked at him quite confused but nonetheless nibbled on one of his finger and went back to her perch. ‘Lucky her,’ he thought ‘only if I could be so care free’.


As the night grew in the sky, Harry decided to try to put his mind to rest with literally, a good night rest. He wanted to avoid his relatives during the mornings, so lately he went to sleep as early he could muster and tried to wake up at the crack of dawn. It seemed to work, as none of the Dursley ever noticed him gone in the mornings. But the afternoon, that’s an other story; not only from being shouted at from his Uncle, his Aunt made him do the dirty work around the house, and his Cousin started to pester Harry once more (much like before he went to Hogwarts) with of course being backed up by six or seven of his cronies. Harry, being much finer than his adversaries would always give them the slip when time came for a confrontation.

Shutting his eyes, he tried to think of life away from his blood relatives and instead with his new relatives, the Weasley. He pictured the Burrow, with his enlarged rooms and it’s enormous gardens. He pictured himself being with Ron and Hermione, sitting by the lake enjoying a mid-afternoon dip. And he pictured Ginny, dear old Ginny. But this time Ginny looked much older and much prettier than he ever pictured her. He imagined himself hugging her and more. The night crept over him and his dreams turned for the better.

A ray of light shone right onto his face waking him up from his slumber. He looked at his watch, grumpingly. “6:30” he grumbled. ‘Overslept’. He kicked the covers off of him and tried to sit up. But he felt something holding him back. Not on his body, but in his body. He looked down at his bed but his vision was obscure by his enlarged penis (A/N: obscured, meaning more than he is already is from the fact he wears glasses). ‘Blimey’. His penis was rock hard, standing strait up in the hair ready to tell the time to anyone looking.

He waned to touch it. It was almost painful for him. Lately, his penis at taken up that it must wake up before Harry’s mind did. Usually he would let it slide and wait for it to go down, with help from his breathing exercises. This time however, it didn’t much help. His penis still pointed high in the hair, making Harry nervous. ‘I can’t go outside like this.’ He tried again to relax him mind, and he even went as far with trying some Occlumency. But nothing could to deflate his manhood. ‘Come on, get down.’

Doing the only thing he could think off, Harry’s slowly slid his hand to his hard on. He grasped it inside his pants and very carefully started jacking off. His mind went blank as he started pleasuring himself. He never really liked jacking off, to tell you the truth. Of course living with four other boys, he knew all about the art of masturbation, and even during some wild nights, Dean and Seamus would dare each other to jack off each other. Harry being a boy he of course tried ‘rubbing one out’ once in a while but he never liked the feeling of emptiness and dread he would get afterwards. This time however, Harry’s wild side got the best of him. His rhythm got quicker, he gasped for hair every time his hand went down his shaft.

“Boy” his uncle roared. Harry, being too caught up with what he was doing thought that his mind was playing tricks on him, he kept going with his masturbation.

“Boy, get down here this instant.”

‘Dam it’ he thought angrily. He let go of his penis and looked for something to better cover himself up.

“Boy, don’t make me get up here.”

“I'll be right there.” He shouted back. Harry got up from his bed, put an over-stretched shirt over himself to help cover his erection and went down the stairs.

“Here.’ He uncle roared thrusting a big envelope into his chest. “And tell your freaky friend never to sent letters to this house ever again.” He shouted back to Harry who was running back to his room.

Overjoyed, he ripped open the enveloped and read the letter.


Dear Harry,
Sorry about the lack of news. We have been quite busy at the Burrow and couldn’t really find the time to talk to you. Hope you can forgive us, and that everything id ok. Hope the Muggles have been treating you right. If they haven’t just let me know and Ill get Fred and George on the case.
We have talked to Dumbeldore and he has agreed to let you come over for the rest of the summer. Unfortunately he also said that no one would be able to get you. That you have to find your way here. I’m sure you could find a safe way over without causing much suspicions on your way.

With Great Love,
Ginny.
PS: I have given you one early birthday present for you. I will have more for you when you get here.


At the bottom of the letter, next to her name was an imprint of her lips. Harry froze at this. One: she said with great love, something he never heard her say before. Two: she had written to him, from all his years dealing with the Weasleys she never even wrote a single line to him; well neither did he and that made him cringe as she was a good friend. Three: she had kissed the letter after she had written it. He smelled the imprint of her lips on the parchment; his inside did a flip and his penis began to stir once more. And finally: she said she had sent an early birthday present to him. He didn’t remember seeing anything with the letter.

Picking up the envelope, something soft brushed through his hands and dropped to the floor. He looked down at the red piece of cloth on his bedroom floor and picked it up. They were panties. “Bloody Hell” he exclaimed shocked. Ginny had sent a pair of panties for him, and more shocking that it actual was they were wet. Not dripping wet but he could fell wetness through them, as if they had been watered down only hours ago. That sent Harry’s mind reeling; nothing liked that ever happen to him and coming from Ginny nonetheless. His best mate younger sister.

Not being able to resist the temptation, Harry brought the pair up to his nose and smelled them. His half hard penis jumped awake when the smell touched his nose and went up once more. “No” he shouted to himself. “This is wrong.” He threw the pair on his bed and ran to the bathroom.

‘This is your best friend sister for crying out loud. You can’t be exited by it as much as you like, he would kill you if he found out.’

‘But she sent them. Ginny set them to me.’

‘She’s too young for you, it never work out.’

‘She old enough to soothing like this, plus…’ He froze in the bathroom. ‘Plus I reckon I might like her.’

Letting the water slid down his body, his mind went through obscene thoughts of Ginny. Sending him a pair of underwear hard his penis resolutions to stand out. Lie never before; he stroked himself vigorously as water plashed down his face. His mind was filled with images of Ginny, dressed in her simple school uniform to the most sexy and skimpy outfit he had ever seen her wear. He stroked himself hard and let his hand move to such a speed that would make anyone blush. With a loud groan, Harry came, spewing onto the shower curtain. Breathing hard, Harry slowly brought down his rhythm of his masturbation and his gaze of his penis. This time he didn’t fell ashamed of what he did, he actually felt proud in some aspect. For the first time he came to the thought of someone he liked, liked very much.


Later in the day, packing his trunk to go the Burrow, Harry heard a rumbling coming up the stairs. His door flew open and the sight of Uncle Vernon standing came into view. “Boy,” he roared pointing a finger to him, “We are going out for the night. You are to remain in this room until our return.”

“Can’t do that.” Harry said rising up.
“What? Why you little...”

“I’m leaving to my friends as soon as I finish packing.”

His uncle roared with laughter and almost double over from it. “And how are you going to get there? Not thinking of asking us are you?”

“No.” He said sending a cold stair at his uncle. “Actually, I was thinking about taking the bus.”
His uncle roared with laughter once more. “Well good luck, and let’s hope we don’t find you here when we come back.” He slammed the bedroom door could be heard walking down the stairs and Harry went back to the task of packing his trunk.

When he finished, he let Hedwig out of the room and told her to meet him at the Burrow. “By girl and be careful.” He told her as she swooped away. And now all he had to do is wait. Wait for his family to leave so he could go away in piece. While waiting, his mind wandered to the present he had received earlier. Already shaken by the surprise, his heart skipped when he thought about what could await him at the Burrow. Could she be playing him as a fool sending him her panties? Maybe she would make a scene when he would bring the subject and accused him of stealing. He shook his head, no Ginny wasn’t like that, and she was... nice as he put it. She was nice in everyway and maybe more he wished. He wanted her to be more than nice and be nice to him in ways he only fantasized today. He looked at the red pair of underwear still laid on his bed, and his penis started to groan. He picked them up and shoved them in his already tight pocket. ‘Just my luck.’
Then the sound of the front door slamming and the car’s engine starting brought him out of his daydream. “Finally” he exclaimed getting up.

He walked out of the number four Privet Drive and started to walk away pulling his trunk behind him. He walked for about an hour then stuck his wand out and then boarded the knight bus. He looked out of the windows, seeing the passing streets; finally he was getting away.