Harry Potter Fairy Tales: Little Red-Cap

(This is a beginning of a series of many short stories from the Brothers Grimm fairy tales, using Harry Potter characters. Everyone will be slash and every one will have Harry as its sub)

Little Red-Cap

Once upon a time there was a dear little boy by the name of, Harry Potter. Harry was one of the kindest most gentlest boys that lived in the small country town of Surrey. He was loved by many who came to no the young lad because he was never disrespectful and had a warm smile for any who looked upon him. The only ones who hated the boy were his only living relatives. Yet, the hate that his family showed towards him never stopped his smiles or the kindness he showed to others. One person that the sweet boy was good to was the batty old lady that lived deep with in the forest of Surrey.

The old lady was very grateful to the boy who came to her home and listened to her talk of her many cats. She was so grateful that one day she gave the boy a cloak made of red velvet, which suited the boy so well that he always wore it. He wore it so often that many of town folk called the boy Red-Cap in good jest.

One spring morning the boy heard the kind old cat lady had taken ill, so the boy in good heart packed a small baskets worth of cake and wine for his dear friend. He set out before his family took notice and began his way down the main roads of Surrey. He took care as he traveled with precious cargo. One simple drop of the basket in hand would break the bottle. What use would the baskets contents be to him after that? The wine would soak the cakes and then the wine would be no more.

"I will take good care." Harry said to himself as he held the basket to his chest.

Just as little Harry turned off the main road and began departing through the woods, a wolf of a man met him. Harry knew not of the wicked creature before him, so he was not at all afraid of him.

"Good day, Little Red-Cap." said the man.

"Thank you kindly, sir."

"Where to so early, Little Red-Cap?"

"To Ms.Figgs."

"What have you got in your basket?"

"Cake and Wine; yesterday Aunt Petunia baked, so now I have some thing good for Ms.Figgs. Maybe it will make her better."

"Where does Ms.Figgs live, Little Red-Cap?"

"A good quarter of a ways on in the woods; where the nut trees grow. Surely you know of it," replied the naive little Harry.

The wolf of a man thought to himself, 'What a tender young creature! what a nice plump mouthful—he will make a delicious meal. I must act craftily, so as to catch him.' So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red-Cap, and then he said, "See Little Red-Cap, how pretty the flowers are about here—why do you not look around? I believe, that the old dear would love a few flowers for her table this day."

Little Harry raised his eyes, and when he saw the sun dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, he thought, "Suppose I'll take her a few; that would please her. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time;" and so he ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever he had picked one, he fancied that he saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf of a man ran straight to the old bats house and knocked at the door.

"Who is there?"

"Little Red-Cap," replied the man in his best child-like voice. "He is bringing cake and wine; open the door."

"Lift the latch," called out the old woman, "I am to weak, and can not get up."

The wolf of a man lifted the latch, the door flew open, and without saying a word he bared his fang like teeth and the claws now appearing on each hand; with eyes like embers he glared madly at the old woman in bed, and with a scream the old woman who was once to weak to move ran straight out her door and away from her home. The man dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the covers over his body.

Little Harry, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when he had gathered so many that he could carry no more, he remembered his friend and set out on the way to her.

He was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when he went into the room, he had such a strange feeling that he said to himself, "Oh dear! how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with Ms.Figgs so much." He called out, "Good morning," but received no answer; so he went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay his friend with her covers up to her neck and cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange indeed.

"Oh! Ms.Figgs," he said, "what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with, my child," was the reply.

"But, Ms.Figgs, what big eyes you have!" he said.

"The better to see you with, my dear."

"But, Ms.Figgs, what large hands you have!"

"The better to hug you with."

"Oh! but, Ms.Figgs, what a terrible big mouth you have!"

"The better to devour you with!"

And scarcely had the wolf of a man said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and slammed poor Harry stomach first on to the bed.

The wolf of a man removed the red cloak and tossed it behind him. He purred at the sweet whimpers the boy was making appeasing him with each sound. With a clawed hand he tore away with the lads shirt and pants; as well as the boys underpants. The boy lay still milky white skin inviting the wolf to mark the flesh with mouth.

With a lick he began sucking and biting the tender skin around the boys shoulder and neck leaving small marks to show this boy was claimed. He listened now to the soft pants coming from Little Red-Cap who's heart was beating rapidly with in his small chest. Those green eyes were closed tightly and a patch of flushed skin was spread across nose and cheek.

The wolf purred again as he lifted the boys creamy bottom to his face and bit down hard on the plump right cheek allowing blood to flow in to his mouth. Harry squeaked from the pain and tried pulling away but those strong arms held him down.

Another squeak came from Harry when he felt a thick wet tongue grazing across the small hole in his bottom. This was the strangest feeling he ever had; as well as must humiliating. His face was as red as his cloak now as he clawed at the covers beneath him.

"Wh..what are you doing!?"

A chuckled was his only reply.

The tongue was now prodding at his entrense and began sliding its way in. Little Red-Cap could not help the moan that came from his mouth and with that moan became the wolf's undoing. With glazed ember eyes the wolf of a man draped himself like a cloak over the boys back and with one rough thrust the boys entrense was brutally breeched.

Tears of pain fell instantly from emerald eyes and Harry screamed beautifully for the wolf that was driving his arousal deep within him.

Finally, when the wolf pf a man had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in bed curling the boys limp form against him, and with that both fell asleep.

Remus Lupin, the huntsman, was just passing the house, and thought to himself, "I should see if she needs anything." So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the well known wolf of the forest was lying in it and poor little Red-Cap was bruised and bleeding in his arms. "Do I find you here, you old sinner!" said he. "I have long sought you!" Then just as he was going to fire at him, he noticed the boy awaken.

"Dear child, come here."

Harry's eyes were stained with red from the tears he shed, he looked towards the huntsman, but the grip from the wolf was to strong and he could not go to him. A growl became clear to the two when the arms around the boy grew tighter. The boy was lifted off the bed by the wolf who held him close to his chest. The pain between his legs became quite noticeable at that time.

"Huntsman, are you prepared to kill the boy to get to me?" said the wolf.

Remus frowned and placed his gun down to his side not willing to harm Red-Cap for his own justice. The wolf of a man laughed at this.

"I'll see you again, My Little Red-Cap." the wolf whispered in to young Harry's ear.

With a shove at the boys back he landed clumsily in to the arms of the huntsman as the wolf made his swift escape.

The boy cried in to the mans shoulder, who held him tightly in return.

"Please tell no one of what happened here this day." Harry said to the huntsman.

Remus nodded already knowing how the boy felt as he to was a victim for the well known wolf, Fenrir.

"As long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the wood, nor will I ever talk to an unnamed stranger again."

Yet, little did the huntsman know that Little Red-Cap was once again spoken to by the wolf, and every time was enticed off the way of the path. Harry was, every time, mounted by the wolf, and every time began to enjoy it more and more.

THE END

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