Harry Hunting

Harry Hunting

A/N last chapter was an interlude I bring you back to your reguarly scheduled story.

Chapter Six

A single light illuminated the bedroom. A giant four poster bed stood on aplatform sitting by itself in the center of the room. A tall candlestick stoodjust to the left of the giant dark violet curtains that surrounded the bed. Frombehind the closed curtains, a voice could be heard faintly.

A slender hand reached up and pushed gently on the side the heavy velvetcurtain. With the curtain pulled back, the light showed a glimpse of pale flesh spread out across the creamy satin sheets. “I have you now my pretty,” a voice gently sounded. With this, there was a noise from the body lying out on the bed,
a whimper. As the curtain was pulled back further, the light finally showed a bound and gagged Harry Potter, stripped naked except for a sheet wrapped
tastefully around his knees. Echoing around the room, a voice could be heard
saying, “Harry.”

The hog-tied wonder-boy was quite obviously half drugged and had been rolling
around on the bed attempting to remove the fluffy handcuffs that were keeping
his arms behind his back. As the light shined on the semi-conscious boy’s face,
his name again echoed through the room, “Harry.”

A presence started to crawl across the large bed forcing the helpless Harry down
into the hollow created by his movement. “Now I have caught you, my precious.
You are all mine, and there has been something I wanted to try ever since I got a copy of the pop up ‘Karma Sutra’.”

The boy-that-wanted-to-be-any-where-other-than-here whimpered again and tried to crawl away from the slinking form. “Harry, Harry.” The figure started to shake the bed and move closer.

“Harry, Harry, wake up you blind git. Otherwise I’ll tell Hermione you’re
worried about a strange mould on your knackers” With these words, the dreamscape of Harry’s nightmare was shredded and he found himself twisted around the blankets on his bed, not hogtied and at the mercy of a sex-crazed lunatic.

Scratching the back of his neck, Harry missed the small star shaped beauty mark
resting behind his left ear. He pulled on a robe and thanked Ron. He was glad
that dream was over. He hated to imagine that anyone wanted to top him.

“I bring to order a meeting of the Golden Snitch Snatchers.” With this statement
a heavy wooden mallet was brought down on the table. A voice could be heard
muttering across the table.

“I still think Potter Passion Pack was a better name.” Ignoring the voice, the
girl standing at the top of the oblong table continued in her prepared speech
often looking down at the desk to check a pile of papers in front of her. “I would like to call for any old business to be resolved.” No one speaks up. “On to new business. Well, it has been a week since the challenge was set, and so far I believe Lavender has failed.” A small voice from some where around the
table muttered.

“She couldn’t find her own arse with a map.” Again ignoring the interruption, the chairman of G.S.S. continued in her speech.

“I think we can learn from her failure,” the heckler spoke up from the back.

“Yeah, Harry’s got a thing for dogs.” A person stood up at the other end of the table.

“What’s with the organization?”

“What? I thought we could do with a bit more organization around here.” A heckler, who was leaning back in their chair balanced on the back legs, laughed.

“I bet you color code your condoms!” With this statement the chairman winced for a second and everyone realized that they do.

“I just think that the appropriate color can influence the enjoyment of the moment.” Vincent Crabbe, who had been sitting downcast picking at some shinny
catalogues lying out in front of him, spoke up.

“What’s a condom?” With hardly a pause, the heckler spoke up.

“It’s a type of fruit, found in South America. You eat it with a spoon.” Vincent hummed and flips through the catalogue.

“I was just wondering because this catalogue was saying they sold apple, lemon, peppermint, and berry flavored condoms and I thought if they were a sweet, why were they in the catalogue for ‘Peaches and Cream Adult Emporium’?”

No one speaks up as those knowledgeable about muggles tried to imagine describing the concept of condoms to
Crabbe. The heckler laughed and spoke up again.

“That’s because some people like to eat them when their enjoying themselves. Kind of like an after dinner mint.” Half of the room’s occupants coughed.


Attempting to pull the room together, the chairman banged her gavel down on the
table, “If you could stop laughing, I was wondering if the next person on the list has started their planned attacked on mounting Harry?” A figure, standing at the back of the room huddled with another figure, popped their head up.

“Um, that would be me. I’ve kind of started, but I’m not going to tell anyone in
case it fails, but I am so getting him into that shirt. And
I’m going to take photographs to prove it. By the way, has the order from
Peaches and Cream come in yet? I really want to get my hands on that dragon hide
saddle I ordered.” Lavender, who had been reading the magazine with her, pouted.

“Can’t you even give us a hint about what you’re doing?” The figure giggled.

“Well, okay, but Harry is so mine. I’ll give you a tiny little hint. If
Harry starts acting strange in classes this week just ignore it; it’s all part
of my fiendish plan.” The heckler, who was glancing through a catalogue from the
table, spoke again.

“We’ll leave him alone. Just remember that we all agreed not to use anything
that would permanently harm or affect him. We all want a turn.” A little voice
sounded from the other side of the table.

“I still think that we’re treating Harry like a piece of meat and it is
inhuman.” The speaker was quickly forced to stop speaking as several curses
sailed towards their head and everyone turned around to shout, “Shut up.”

From her Lazy-boy, Fate pushed a button and lay back with her feet up.
Floating in mid-air next her, a big bag of chocolate peanuts was half empty.
Reaching for a few of the chocolate treats, Fate flipped them in the air and
caught them in her mouth. She couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen
next. Harry Potter’s life was more interesting then any she’d seen for a hundred
years. And if she had to give it a little push now and then, who could blame
her? It got boring watching the fates of men for millions of years. Everyone
needed a hobby and hers was just playing with the fate of one Harry Potter.


A gentle breeze stirred the leaves that were gathering up in piles at the base
of the statue of Hilda the Hag. Harry, Hermione and Ron walked underneath her
puzzled gaze as they made their way to their Herbology class. Though unaware
why, Ron had somehow discovered that with the mere mention of the word chicken
he could make his friends wince and blush. Ron, who was not one to waste the
opportunity to cause pain and discomfort to his friends like most teenage boys,
was, at the moment, trying to describe the chickens that ran around his front
yard at the Burrow.

“We have heaps of chickens. Mum thinks George of Fred put a multiplying spell on
them one year, and the chickens liked it so much they kept it. If I look out my
window I can see their fluffy red and brown bodies everywhere. They tend to turn
up everywhere in our house. One time, I heard my Mum telling her friend that
while she and Dad were at it, they found a chicken sitting at the foot of the
bed.”

At this Hermione and Harry, who had had their fingers stuck in their ears and
were humming ‘can’t hear you, can’t hear you’, screamed and ran straight to
Herbology, nearly knocking Ron over. With a wicked grin
Ron kept walking, and shrugging his shoulders, shouted after his
Friends, “What was it something I said?”

Herbology could be a really interesting class, and Harry had been known to enjoy
it. With no teacher to breathe down his neck, and since
Slytherin’s timetable was different this year, he didn’t have to worry about
their stupid comments and attempts to fuck up his work. At the front of the
class a black board had been set up and written on it was the news that the
teacher would not be able to attend today. Pulling on a pair of earmuffs Harry
got down to the prepared work.

“Harry, I’m going to tie you to a light post and strip you down.”
Harry stopped what he was doing and stared around at the students working beside
him. No one was looking in his direction the voice must have been his
imagination. “Then I’m going to take this long, thick, black . . .” Harry stuck
his finger in his ears and wriggled it around. He took another look around. No
one was close to him. Both Ron and Hermione were on the other side of the room
getting more pots for the baby mandrakes.

No one was close enough for him to hear through the ear muffs. “I’m going to
drag it down . . . down . . . down . . .” Harry dropped the pot he had been
filling with dirt and fled the greenhouse. Reaching the statue of Hilda the Hag,
Harry ripped off the ear muffs and listened. He couldn’t hear anything. The
voice had stopped. What the bloody hell was that? I hope to God it wasn’t
Voldemort ‘cause that just gives terror a whole new meaning.

Slowly walking back to Herbology, he ignored the strange looks he got from his
peers, though one Ravenclaw looked ecstatic. In fact he had been the only
student to place a bet at 20 to 1 that Herbology would be the first class that
Harry would run out in the middle of. Everyone else had money on Potions, or
Defense against the Dark Arts, but he had played the long odds and was now was
several galleons the richer.

Placing the earmuffs back on, Harry began putting potting mix back in the pot.
“I’m going to take a tub of warm chocolate and whipped cream and cover your
whole body with it, then I’m going to lick my around and around . . .” Harry
ripped the earmuffs off. It must be the earmuffs.
With a quick flip of his wand, Harry sent the offending headwear up in a puff of
smoke. Walking over to the box holding more earmuffs, Harry grabbed another
pair, happy that he had halted the voice.

Sitting down to the evening meal, Harry pulled a plate of roast pumpkin towards
him and dished up a piece. Ron was sitting opposite and Neville, who grabbed
some roast pumpkin at the same time as he did, was sitting to his left. “Do you
think you did alright in that test in Transfiguration?” Harry asked Ron, whose
mouth was stuffed with a bread roll he had dipped in his soup.

“I don’t know why we learn these things. It’s not like we’ll need to know how to
change a matchbox into a mouse in real life it’s all useless anyway.” Picking
away at his meal Harry snorted.

“I know what you mean.” A deep breathy voice that Harry had heard earlier
whispered into his ear.

“I would love to sweep everything from that table and bend you over backwards
with everyone watching.” Harry dropped his knife and fork and stared at Neville.

“What did you say?” Neville, who had been eating a piece of roast chicken,
looked up in confusion.

“What?”

“Did you say any thing to me just then?”

“No, why?” Harry shook his head.

“Oh, nothing. It must just be my imagination.” Forcing a laugh, Harry started
eating again.

“I’m going to pull your arms tight above your head and make you scream like a
banshee.” Placing his utensils carefully down on the table, Harry looked around
him. No one was paying any attention to him except for the few students that had
money on today being the day he would first run screaming from the dinning hall.

“Okay, if anyone is trying to pull a prank on me, it’s not funny. They can stop
right now.” The rest of Gryffindor looked up at Harry confused, as nothing that
they could tell had happened to the boy.
Hermione, who was sitting further down the table, talking to Ginny, spoke up.

“Ah Harry I don’t think any of us are pulling a prank on you.” Staring at the
confused faces around him, the Boy-Who-Lived smiled and laughed.

“Ha, I was just tricking you. Nothing’s wrong with me.” Everyone kept eating.

“I have a long, black whip and I’m going to slid it along your back and make you
scream.” Finishing the meal in front of him quickly, Harry ignored his friends’
calls and hurried out of the hall, followed by the lewd voice.

Crawling into bed, Harry was glad the voice had stopped its descriptive words
about an hour ago when everyone started going to bed. Pulling his bedspread over
his head, Harry tried to go to sleep.

The room he was standing in seemed like a cross between a dungeon and a bedroom.
Thick chains were hanging from the walls and ceiling. A huge bed sat in the
center and chains hung over the dark red sheets. Walking forwards in the room,
Harry noticed everything had an unreal quality about the room. Rubbing his eyes,
he could feel it, but his brain was telling him it was a dream. The dark syrupy
voice he had been hearing all day echoed around the room. “I have you now. We’re
going to have such fun.” Drawing the last word out in a breath, a dark faceless
figure stalked towards the extremely confused Harry.

“You’re not Voldemort are you? Because that would just make this dream really,
really weird.” Laughing, the figure stepped up to Harry, who backed up to the
wall, bumping into some chains.

“Okay, I’m going to wake up now. I think I’d prefer to dream about the
Dursley’s right now.” The faceless figure pushed their body against Harry,
grinding his back into the wall, making him wince from discomfort.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you now, and you’re not getting away.”
With a fast movement, the figure brought Harry’s arms up above his head and
catches them in two manacles attached to the ceiling. Bringing a hand up to the
sweating boy’s face, the figure drags a sharp nail down his cheek, leaving a red
mark.

“Oh, you are so beautiful. I could just eat you up.” Dragging a hand down to his
chest, the figure rips the thin t-shirt his dream self was wearing.

“You know, I don’t mind sex and all, but, I would prefer it if I wasn’t tied
up.” The figure dragged sharp nails over Harry\'s chest.

“Tough shit.” Pulling back, the figure brought their mouth to Harry’s neck,
nipping and biting a line down his neck and chest, leaving bright red marks
behind. Breathing in short pants, Harry tried to speak when a gag appeared from
no where and stopped him.

“Oh, no. Puppy can’t talk until it learns all the rules,” the figure chuckled.
Harry’s eyes widened over the gag. In his mind all he could think was, there’s
no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, and
wishing to hell he owned a pair of ruby slippers.

Scrubbing his eyes as he woke up, Harry sighed. It had only been a dream. That
was all. It was perfectly normal for teenage boys to have dreams about sex.
Closing his mind to what happened in the dream,
Harry ignored the marks that covered his body and made him look like he had been
attacked by a vacuum cleaner. Harry was good at ignoring what was straight in
front of him.

Over the next few days, the voice kept up with its dirty suggestions, speaking
during class, sleep, bathroom breaks, study, and meals. At that week’s Quidditch
practice, he almost fell off his broom when the voice described the sexual acts
that could be performed on a broomstick. Every night, his dreams were plagued by
the same scenario, and each morning, it got harder and harder to ignore.

Harry was getting less and less sleep and he was paying no attention in class.
The voice was following him everywhere. Dark bags sat under his eyes. His hair
was getting greasy and he was always distracted. It got to the point that even
Snape noticed what was happening to the
Boy-Who-Would-Just-Like-To-Get-Some-Sleep.

Sent to the hospital wing by both Snape and Hooch after a disastrous
Quidditch practice, Harry’s little mind was going around the bend and he was
jumping at everything. After everyone saw Harry break his nose in Quidditch
practice, a girl sidled over to another girl sitting by the lake.

“You know, you said he would be acting strange and to ignore it. Well, whatever
you’re doing, I think you’re going too far.” The girl sighed.

“I know. The spell I did is meant to make him insane with desire by placing
ideas in his head. When he was at his weakest moment, I was going to pounce. But
I don’t think he can take much more. I’ll turn the spell off tonight.” Getting
up, the girl walked towards the hospital wing to stop her plan. She was so sure
that it was going to work but
Harry was beginning to look like a hunted rabbit more than someone overflowing
with desire. She really should check out that spell more. Walking down the hall,
she headed towards the hospital to catch Harry before he headed to dinner. As
she turned a corner, the girl was caught completely unaware when she stumbled
over a crouching figure crawled up on the floor, rocking backwards and forwards.

It was Harry. Leaning down, the girl placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Harry, Harry, what’s wrong?” His eyes were tightly closed and he had his hands
over his ears, she could just hear him muttering.

“Not listening, not listening, not listening, not listening.” As she leaned
closer, Harry jerked away from her touch. This was completely opposite from what
she had intended. She had completely fucked up the spell. Reaching carefully
around his head, the Harry Potter fan quickly picked off the little back star
that was the focus of the magic.

With this simple movement, Harry stopped rocking backwards and forwards. “Harry,
Harry, what’s wrong?” Slowly pulling out of his tight crouch, Harry blinked and
smiled. The voices had stopped. Grabbing the girl that had appeared when the
voices stopped, Harry hugged and thanked her. “Thank you, thank you.” Looking
up, he finally noticed who he had grabbed. It was Millicent from Slytherin.

Instantly dropping the Slytherin, Harry laughed and backed away. “Um, thanks for
waking me. I feel asleep and must have had a nightmare. I’ll just head to the
hospital wing now.” With this pathetic excuse, Harry turned and ran down the
hallway. Sighing, Millicent rubbed her face.
She had been so close. If the spell hadn’t nearly turned Harry mad, she was sure
it would have worked. At least she had been able to take part in the dreams.
Shaking a fist in the air, Millicent scowled. It was someone else\'s turn now but she’d have another try later and she would succeed.