The Familiar
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
8,777
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Familiar
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The Familiar
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Harry realized the night he broke up with Pansy Parkinson that he was in love. But not with Pansy - oh, hell no! Harry was in love with the other dominant bird in his life - Hedwig, his pet owl.
Her eyes would follow him. Big, round, glassy eyes. They saw everything.
When he was upset, or just needed company, she had always been there for him with comfort and support. She'd never left him, not without him having sent her away. Harry harbored no doubt that Hedwig loved him with every small ounce of her grape-sized brain.
He craved and lusted to express his adornment in the most passionate means.
Harry unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans to the floor. His boxers quickly follow suit.
"Hedwig," he called out in excitement.
Dark green eyes eagerly seek her -
She's sitting in her cage, chewing an owl treat. Harry brings his hand next to her perch and she jumps off, her talons gripping firmly onto his arm. He pats her for a moment, slowly getting aroused. When he feels ready Harry lies back on the bed, laying Hedwig next to his throbbing cock. She nibbles on one of Harry's testicles affectionately.
His penis is swollen, begging for release. He strokes Hedwig's feathery vagina, smoothing the soft fur surrounding her opening. Harry wonders skeptically if he'll fit. He knows he was graced with an enormous endowment. He decides to try it out anyway. He simply can't help himself.
In one giant thrust, he shoves his dick hard into the owl's tiny hole. Hedwig flaps her wings and hoots in distress. Harry looses control in his ecstasy and thrusts harder, faster, harder, faster.
Hedwig's feathers stick out on end. Her hoots grow louder and wilder.
Harry pays this no heed. Reaching his peek, Harry moans and dives in deep - and then several things happened in quick succession. Harry's presence inside of her small frame is too much for the birds body to take - brains pour out of her eye sockets and guts dribble down her beak. Warm blood sprays out from her ears, splattering across Harry's bedroom.
Hedwig has exploded, Harry realized distantly.
He doesn't know what to do.
In desperation, Harry hides Hedwig's body under his pillow.
A week later, when Ronald asks after her, Harry swiftly lies. He says he hasn't seen her. They presume the owl to be just one more victim murdered by Lord Voldemort. Harry does not correct the assumption.
After a month his pillow begins to smell. Harry ignores it.
He tells himself he's in denial. In truth, she suffices as a tasty midnight snack.
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The Familiar
ooo
Harry realized the night he broke up with Pansy Parkinson that he was in love. But not with Pansy - oh, hell no! Harry was in love with the other dominant bird in his life - Hedwig, his pet owl.
Her eyes would follow him. Big, round, glassy eyes. They saw everything.
When he was upset, or just needed company, she had always been there for him with comfort and support. She'd never left him, not without him having sent her away. Harry harbored no doubt that Hedwig loved him with every small ounce of her grape-sized brain.
He craved and lusted to express his adornment in the most passionate means.
Harry unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans to the floor. His boxers quickly follow suit.
"Hedwig," he called out in excitement.
Dark green eyes eagerly seek her -
She's sitting in her cage, chewing an owl treat. Harry brings his hand next to her perch and she jumps off, her talons gripping firmly onto his arm. He pats her for a moment, slowly getting aroused. When he feels ready Harry lies back on the bed, laying Hedwig next to his throbbing cock. She nibbles on one of Harry's testicles affectionately.
His penis is swollen, begging for release. He strokes Hedwig's feathery vagina, smoothing the soft fur surrounding her opening. Harry wonders skeptically if he'll fit. He knows he was graced with an enormous endowment. He decides to try it out anyway. He simply can't help himself.
In one giant thrust, he shoves his dick hard into the owl's tiny hole. Hedwig flaps her wings and hoots in distress. Harry looses control in his ecstasy and thrusts harder, faster, harder, faster.
Hedwig's feathers stick out on end. Her hoots grow louder and wilder.
Harry pays this no heed. Reaching his peek, Harry moans and dives in deep - and then several things happened in quick succession. Harry's presence inside of her small frame is too much for the birds body to take - brains pour out of her eye sockets and guts dribble down her beak. Warm blood sprays out from her ears, splattering across Harry's bedroom.
Hedwig has exploded, Harry realized distantly.
He doesn't know what to do.
In desperation, Harry hides Hedwig's body under his pillow.
A week later, when Ronald asks after her, Harry swiftly lies. He says he hasn't seen her. They presume the owl to be just one more victim murdered by Lord Voldemort. Harry does not correct the assumption.
After a month his pillow begins to smell. Harry ignores it.
He tells himself he's in denial. In truth, she suffices as a tasty midnight snack.
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