Harry Potter Snaps
Harry Potter Snaps
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Harry Potter Snaps
This had been one of the worst days in memory, a for for one Harry James Potter, that is quite a feat.
Harry lay on his
bed, his normally unruly hair a disheveled mess, totally exhausted and nursing
his aching ribs.
Harry’s
‘Guardians’, the Durslys had taken Mad-eye’s warning seriously, until they
heard of the unfortunate demise of Sirius Black, at which point they promptly
forgot about most of it.
These days the
Durslys worked Harry to the point of exhaustion and Vernon Dursly would beat
Harry at little or no provocation.
also took it upon himself to read Harry’s letter, “…to make sure they’re
accurate…” of course. If the letter
wasn’t ‘accurate’, meaning Harry telling Dumbledore that everything was fine at
number
the author, and then make the boy rewrite it ‘accurately’.
Harry’s only
consolation was that he was allowed to retain his wand.
Lying there in
bed, the pain from the latest beating still fresh, something in Harry Potter
goes ‘snap.’ Perhaps it’s too many years
of abuse; physical, mental, and emotional.
It could just be stress from facing death too many times.
man with the ability to kill with two words who has taken far more crap from
his muggle relatives then he should have; but whatever the cause, Harry
suddenly feels freer then he evas bas before in his life.
Harry doesn’t feel
any of the pain as he reaches to his bed stand and grabs his wand.
The door naturally
is locked. Harry points his wand at the
lock and whispers, “Alohomora.”
The lock opens with a satisfying ‘snick’.
Sneaking down the
hall with practiced ease Harry comes to
door. Harry opens the door without a
sound. Looking in, Harry can see his
fat, tub of lard of a cousin sleeping peacefully, drooling on his pillow.
Harry lifts his
wand and whispers the incantation, “Avada Kedavara.”
see that
with each drawn breath, for he no longer draws breath.
Harry giggles with glee as he realizes that he’s
killed one of the people who’ve tormented him for the past 15 years.
Harry’s still
giggling when he comes to the door to his aunt and uncles room.
silencing charm around the room; he wants to hear his aunt’s reaction to what
he has planned.
Harry raises his
wand and a swish, a flick, an incantation spoken, and a flash of green light
later, the other male Dursly is as dead physically as he was morally.
Harry Vanishes
Vernon’s body and turns his attention to his aunt.
Harry thinks to
himself, “The stupid bitch is still sleeping, I know how to fix that.”
The boy is smiling
as he raises his wand and says, “Crucio.”
Petunia Dursly
gives a gut-wrenching scream as she’s awoken to pain beyond belief.
Harry holds the
spell for a solid minute before releasing his aunt.
Petunia just lies
there gasping for breath for a few minutes before her mind starts to register
anything beyond the pain.
Once she regains
her senses, such as they are, she looks around the room.
When she finds
only her freak of a nephew in the room with her, Petunia screeches, “What
have you done with Vernon?”
Harry raises his
wand and says, “Shut up bitch. Crucio.
Harry revels in
his aunts’ screams of pain.
After Harry
releases the woman, it takes her a minute to catch her breath.
Petunia’s voice is
rough from her scing ing but still filled with hatred of her nephew.
freak ministry for using that unnaturalness outside of school you little brat?”
Harry smiles, “Crucio.
think that they’re going to do anything to me?
As for your fat bastard husband and your stupid, lazy son, well, I’ve
taken care of them permanently.”
Petunia’s tears
aren’t due entirely to the curse she’s under.
Harry releases his
aunt and allows her to catch her breath before continuing.
“Ok you stupid
cunt, now that I have your attent let let me make one thing perfectly
clear. If you want to live, you’ll do
exactly what I say. Understood?”
Petunia screeches,
“Never you ungrateful little brat!”
Harry’s still
smiling as he raises his wand, “Crucio.”
Petunia endures a
full two minutes of the curse before Harry releases her.
“Ready to
reconsider whore?”
Petunia’s still
panting when she replies, “I said never, and I damn well mean NEVER!”
Harry grins at his
aunt, “You have the determination of a true House, unfortunately, you don’t
have the sense of fairness or the raw courage.”
Petunia only has a
second to register her nephews’ words before the pain returns.
After releasing
her, Harry says, “Have you changed you mind yet?”
“Never,” is the
shrill response.
Anger is prevalent
in Harry’s voice as he says, “Stupid Muggle cunt.
you’ve made me mad. Imperio.”
will is no match for the young wizard.
With a blank look
on her face, Petunia rises to her feet and without preamble removes her sleeping
gown.
Harry grins
lecherously as his aunts breasts are exposed to the air.
she lowers the gown to the floor.
As his aunt stands
naked before him, Harry looks her over and says, “A bit on thrawnrawny side,
but you’ll do.”
With his left
hand, Harry reaches down and undoes his zipper.
“Now, whore Petunia, you love using that horrid voice of yours to
screech at me, so why don’t we find a productive use for that well exercised
mouth of yours? Get on your hands and
knees, crawl over here, and suck my cock like a good little slut.”
Still fighting the
control that her nephew has on her, Petunia drops to her knees and obeys
Harry’s order.
Harry gasps in
pleasure as he feels Petunia’s mouth engulf his steel hard cock.
As Harry continues
to moan with pleasure, Petunia feels the invading presence start to
weaken. With little in mind save
revenge, she starts to bring her teeth down on flesflesh rod in her mouth.
Harry just begins
to feel the teeth of revenge when he re-exerts his control with a
vengeance. “You shouldn’t have done that
you bitch. I was going to let you off
easy, now though I think I’ll punish you more severely.
turn around.”
Petunia is
helpless as her body instantly reacts to the young mans command.
As soon as his
aunt is facing away from him, Harry undoes the leather belt at his waist and
says, “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
Harry steps back
as his aunt bends over. He takes a
second to admire her small but firm arse, before he draws back his right arm,
and brings the belt down on it with a resounding ‘crack’.
Tears leak from
Petunia’s eyes and she wants to cry out, but without Harry’s permission, her
body refuses to do anything.
Harry admires the
welt he just left for a moment, before drawing his arm back, and leaving a twin
on his aunt’s other arse cheek.
Another ‘crack’
and another welt appears on the woman’s arse.
After three more hits with the belt, Harry says, “Very good slut, now
drop to you hands and knees again.”
Without a moment’s
hesitation, Petunia willingly obeys.
Harry removes his pants as he looks at the woman’s red arse and thinks
about the next torture that he can inflict on her.
thing he’s going to do the woman who’s relished in making his life a living
hell.
Spreading the
woman’s battered arse cheeks to get his first look at his intended target.
was the most degrading form of sex, especially if the woman was less then
completely willing. Well, if any female
deserved a little degrading, it was the bitch in front of him.
Harry presses his
hairy cock to his aunt’s puckered anus, and pushes hard.
A muffled moan of
pain escapes Petunias lips, so great is thin ein emanating from her formerly
virgin hole.
A few short
strokes are all Harry can manage before the novelty of the situation overcomes
his control.
Harry pulls his
spent cock from his aunt, wincing a little, the bitch was so tight, she’d
rubbed him a little raw.
Harry raises his
wand and says, “Well you dumb bitch, I’ve had fun, now I just need to be rid of
the evidence. Avada Kedavara.”
Harry feels a bit
of blood trickling from his nose, indicating he’d pushed himself a little too
far magically. He manages to get over to
the bed before he passes out from magical exhaustion.
Harry wakes up the
next morning to find himself in his own room.
He sits up on his
bed and says, “It was all a dream.” Then
he sees the blood on the pillow next to where his head was.