Doom of Umbridge

It was coming to the Christmas holidays. Everyone was packing up and getting ready to head home for the winter holiday break. Harry had tossed up what to do. It was his 5th year. He would have another two years at Hogwarts after this.

Would he come back for his 6th and 7th if not he might join the Twins in their shop or he might try his hand at professional Quidditch. The idea of becoming an Auror did still intrigue him but his days of fighting the 'dork lord' were numbered. It would be mano-a-mano sometime soon into the future he could feel it in his very core.

And if he was to die, which he figured was 50/50 did he really want to spend his last years in school or on some Caribbean beach tossing back margaritas while having a girl on each limb (his dream fantasy 3 sets of twins or a set of 6 identical hyper busty bimbos at his beck and call one for each hand, one for each foot. One for his dick and one for his face).

He was looking forward to going 'home' as he had gotten permission from Dumbledore to stay with Sirius at Grimmauld Place. It had taken some extreme blackmail to get such freedom. He had threatened to reveal what Professor Trelawney had told him one night.

That was a fun evening. He had taken a few of the Hogwarts female staff sailing on his cock and after providing an intense orgasm Sibil had let loose 'The Prophecy'.

Aside from Sybill Trelawney (Prof. Divination – Straight up) he had had Septima Vector (Prof. Arithmancy – Submissive Play), Aurora Sinistra (Prof. Astronomy – Anal), Rolanda Hooch (Flying – Domination Play), Charity Burbage (Prof. Muggle Studies – Versatile), Bathsheda Babbling (Prof. Ancient Runes – Anal).

He had had to memory charm the others, losing only 5 minutes of what was a wonderful evening but they didn't mind and consented. He had gone off to blackmail Dumbles the next morning and had found him in bed with Pomona Sprout (Prof. Herbology), Irma Pince (The Librarian) and Poppy Pomfrey (Prof. Healing + Matron).

Harry had sworn he would release said prophecy to the world if he was not permitted to do as he liked.

Needless to say once Dumbles knew he knew 'The Prophesy' he had slouched defeated and let harry have his way. Dumbles had to then forcefully erase his partner's memories and Harry had added the scene to his list of blackmail for later.

Leaving the headmasters bedroom he had tracked down Charity Burbage, he had found out that the Muggle Studies teacher was an expert in Muggle style sex. A rarity in the magical world. He had spent the rest of the day celebrating his freedom with her and even added to his own repertoire.

Thought she had no idea why Harry had been so excited.

Today with only the weekend before heading 'home' Harry was getting all his girls into order.

He was not possessive. He did not make slaves like Ron, nor had trained concubines (near enough to slaves) like Hermione or Luna. He had fuck buddies. Girls (only) that he had regular intimate contact with. Some had other boys or girls they played with without him and some even had actual boyfriends. Mostly they all knew they could not lay claim to Harry.

He was neither jealous nor callous. It was a turn on sometimes when the girl(s) he was with talked about how many guys they had or said how much better he was than their other lovers (I mean who woundn't with complements like that).

And when one of his fuck friends found a partner they wanted to stay with he never pressured them into staying or playing with him again. If they came back that was totally cool.

He knew there were some girls he loved. And that there were some girls he just simply fucked. He also had a few he punished but it was never rape. He was no hypocrite either (he hoped). He lived and fucked freely.

He disliked what Ron did and would hold his word. He had warned Hermione not to stray into the 3rd year dorms. But she also lived by that rule of 4th year and up. Her columbines were all willing playthings.

Luna and Neville were more stricter on only playing with 5th year and above. Luna being a 4th year herself. They both felt that breaking a younger person was beneath their skills and both seemed to have a liking for the older aged.

Age, race, species never really worried Harry. Gender he preferred females. Only on a few of the rarest of occasions had he ever delved into the male sex. Threesomes and moresomes were fine. Gang bangs and touching and the occasional fondle between guys was ok but active deliberate male on male love, was not his thing.

He wrote the last of his little love letters and sent them off. Turing into little pink paper aeroplanes they hunted down his sex friends.

He had simply written that he was going home and that he wished them well but not to rely too much on him being available in the New Year. He hoped to settle with his one true first and last love.