Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 03:58:24 +0000 From: Logan Rollins Subject: Harry Potter and the Wand of Flesh With the release of Harry Potter's first movie, I thought it might be fun to recount some of Harry's adventures that you won't see (but would probably like to) in the published books. Of course, all characters, place names, etc, are copyright by JK Rowling and Scholastic Books, but I don't think she'll be coming in here telling me to stop. This story involves minor and sex, so if you are underage or in a place where it's illegal to read this kind of thing, you should probably stop now. I warned you. __________ Harry Potter and the Wand of Flesh Harry sat alone in the Griffyndor common room staring at his Potions homework. Eleven years old, in his first year at Hogwart's Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he found himself a little overwhelmed by the work in front of him. He couldn't figure out why Professor Snape had it in for him, but he would have to do his best. Suddenly Harry's new best friend, Ron Weasley, burst into the room, all red hair and energy, his face flush with excitement. "Harry, Harry, you won't believe it, I've discovered something really neat I can do with my wand." "You don't know how to do anything with your wand," Harry said, looking up from his homework. "I do now," Ron said, giving Harry a sly look. "You want to see?" "Not right now, I've got homework to do." "But you need to see this. It's really wicked. I'll show you how to do it, too, and you'll really like it." "But..." "Come on, Harry." "All right," Harry said. "I suppose I can take a few minutes. So show me." "Not here. We have to go into the dormitory room," Ron said, already moving in that direction. "Why?" "Trust me," Ron said with a sly smile. Sighing, Harry sat his homework aside and following Ron into the room. He sat on his bed while Ron closed and locked the door. "Don't want anybody coming in?" the red-headed boy said, much to Harry's puzzlement. Harry became even more puzzled when reached up with his hands and began pulling his Hogwart's robe over his head. "What are you doing?" "I should think that was obvious," Ron said as his robe fell to the floor. "I'm getting undressed." "Why do you have to get undressed to use your wand?" "Because, daft boy, I'm not talking about this wand," Ron said, holding up his wooden spell stick. "I'm talking about this wand." He pointed at his black pants, to the area between his legs. Harry blushed. "What can you do with that 'wand' besides pee?" "Something wicked," Ron said. He slid off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants, and stepped out of them. He now stood in the dorm room wearing nothing but his read hair and underwear. Harry noticed the underwear sort of stood out at the center, as if something was pushing them away from Ron's body. Harry blushed more. Though they were best friends, he had never seen Ron naked, although the idea set up a strange, warm sensation at the bottom of his stomach. "Ready?" Ron said. "I guess," Harry answered. Ron slid down the underwear, revealing his boy sized "wand." Perhaps three inches long and slender, it stood straight out from his hairless body, the sack underneath tight and small. "What's the big deal?" Harry asked, surprisingly disappointed something special hadn't happened. "Mine does that sometimes, though I don't know why." He didn't bother to add that it was starting to do that very thing now, and he still didn't know why. "It does it because it's getting you ready," Ron said. He reached into one of his robe pockets and pulled out a bottle of Floob Lube. "I snuck this out of Snape's office," he said, squirting some onto his hand. He lay down on his bed and said, "Come over and watch." Now fascinated, Harry stood up and walked over, his own wand pressing against his underwear. Ron wrapped the lube-covered hand around his wand, engulfing it, and began moving his hand up and down. "What are you doing?" Harry asked, eyes wide behind his round glasses. "Magic," Ron whispered. "It feels cool wicked." He continued his rhythmic stroking, his body shifting on the bed. Harry continued watching, uncertain what was happening but knowing it was utterly entrancing. After about two minutes, Ron let out a whispery moan. His hand stopped momentarily and he said, "It's happening," in a choked voice. His whole body started shuttering and his hand began moving rapidly. His breath came in gasps and his hips bucked as he thrust his wand into his hand. Ten seconds later, he lay still, his eyes glazed and his breathing harsh. "What happened?" Harry asked. "I don't know," Ron said, his eyes coming into focus, "but it's the best thing you'll ever feel. You should try it." "Okay," Harry said, homework completely forgotten. He pulled off robe, shoes, pants, and underwear, eager to try this new "magic trick." "Scoot over," he told Ron, lying down next to his friend. Harry's wand lay against his stomach, hard as a tree branch, as long as Ron's, but thicker, the tip a dark pink. A thin lightning bolt-shaped scar ran from the middle to the base. "Wow," Ron said, "and I thought you only had that on your head." Harry picked up the tube of Floob Lube. "How much?" "Just a little squirt." Harry poured a dab of the cool gel into his palm. Copying Ron's earlier motions, he wrapped his hand around his wand and moved it up and down. Almost instantly he was hit by how wonderful it felt. A warm shudder ran from his wand through his body each time his hand moved, a prickly sensation of delight. "This is wonderful." "Keep going," Ron said, smiling. "It gets better." Harry didn't know how it could, but the sensations he felt now were enough to keep him going. His hand continued moving, the shudders continued dancing. Without warning, something seized at the base of his wand, an ecstatic feeling of warm electricity. It centered at the base of his tiny sack and expanded outward, striking at every nerve. "Ah," Harry muttered. "Keep going," Ron said, eyes dancing. "You're almost there." Harry continued stroking. Suddenly, a dart of pure pleasure shot from his wand, up his spine, and into his head, where it exploded in a wave of numbing delight. It rolled back down through his body and his hand moved on its own, stroking his wand as more waves ran over him, his hips bucking as they sought as much pleasure possible. Harry had to moan to keep from passing out. Slowly the feelings subsided and Harry lay much as Ron had, bleary eyed and exhausted. Never in his life had he thought there could be such joy. He looked at Ron and smiled. "Thank you. You really are my best friend." Ron smiled back. "I couldn't keep that one to myself. I just figured it out a little while ago in the bathroom and I had to come tell you. And you're the only one I'm going to tell. Let the others figure it out themselves." Harry sighed. "Well, I better get back to my stupid homework. But I think I'm going to be doing that a lot." With a grin, Ron said, "We should do it together something. That would be fun." "Yes, it would," Harry agreed, and they both stood and got dressed. The End Would you like to read more of Harry's adventures? Email me at loganrollins@hotmail.com and let me know. I'll be happy to write them.