When ife Is Shattered
Introduction:
Harry Potter find death is not the worst thing
Change Is Not Always Good
Chapter One: Reflecting On a Good Year
Harry sat in the smallest room in #4 Privet Drive. His 6th year was surprisingly quiet. Another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had been canned due to being a vampire and Harry had also gotten a real girlfriend. It had not been a bad year. He had started dating Susan Bones. She had helped him, at the end of his fifth year, dispatching Draco Malfoy. Later Harry would realize that she had slipped him her number while putting Draco and his goons in the overhead compartment.
After the scare that the Order of the Phoenix gave his guardians he had enjoyed a nice summer. Harry was able to update quite a few things with the freedom he had from the Dursley’s. He no longer wore Dudley’s old hand me downs. Susan had made certain of that. The first chance she had she dragged him all over London on a shopping spree. Sure Harry was still the thin young man. But now his clothing did not make him look like he was on a hunger strike.
Susan’s parents had also helped him get a cell phone. Vernon had drummed up a little ruckus when Susan had called him on their phone. In a choice of good faith Harry agreed that it would be easier than talking on the house phone. That and the fact he caught Dudley trying to listen in on his conversations.
Harry decided to stay in the Dursley’s after having so much fun with Susan and no real threat from Voldemorte this summer. He did think it was odd that Hermione sent him so many letters asking him to go to the Black home. In the end Harry reasoned that she wanted him there so her argument between Ron and herself would not be as heated.
Susan he found out, the second day of summer break, that the Dursley’s, were living only a few blocks away. They started out slow, going to the park and meeting each other. They would talk for hours in the shade from the summer heat. During this time he never thought about anything that happened at school or the Wizarding world. In Harry’s mind it was the best summer of his life.
Like any hormonal teens they started experimenting with physical contact. The farthest Harry got with Susan was third base. They were almost caught by Susan’s mother. Fortunate both still had their clothes on. Susan had to conceal her open jeans behind Harry on her bed. Susan was equally frustrated with being caught as Harry. She promised that they would do more soon.
It was the morning of Harry’s 16th birthday. Harry was shook out of a nice dream by his cell phone. Rolling over his answered with a raspy voice, “Hello?”
“Happy Birthday!” the chipper voice on the other end replied.
The cobwebs of sleep were knocked free hearing Susan’s voice, “good morning miss Bones.” Harry stated with a smile, “Thank you for the birthday wishes. Funny, I don’t see any owls of your bearing a gift.”
“Well silly that is because it is here with me.”
“Cool I will go have some breakfast and be over around ten the morning.”
“Well I don’t want your present to wait that long, seeing as my parents have left for the day…”
Harry sat up his heart beating a mile a minute, “Um really?”
“Yeah, So I want you here NOW!”
With a click the phone went dead. Harry jumped from his bed and threw on the firth thing that was on the floor. If he had aparated to Susan’s house he wouldn’t have made it any faster.
Susan’s home was beautiful, with a pool in the back with an ample sun deck. The home itself was like no other. On the outside it looked like all the other rows of two story homes, but inside it was expanded to a huge mansion. There was a protection spell on the entire property like at Hogwarts.
Susan greeted him at the door in a terry cloth pink robe and bunny slippers, “glad to see my boyfriend knows the meaning of the word now.”
Rubbing the back of his head nervously, “I have always heard. Do as your girlfriend tell you.”
A feral gleam showed in Susan’s eyes as she smiled, “then get upstairs in my bed Mr. Potter.”
With a salute they both bolted upstairs laughing all the way. She had Harry lay down on the bed as she went to her closet. She dug around and found a vial that looked like it was filled with Pepto-Bismol. Susan quickly uncorked it and downed the liquid. With a pondering smile, “tastes like bubble gum.”
Harry looked at her questioning. The feral grin came back to Susan’s face, “you’ll find out soon enough.”
She turned and placed her mix cassette she had made just for this occasion. The Song ‘Bitch’ by Meredith Brooks filled the room. She started to sway to the music and dance slowly to her bed where Harry was watching. After the lyrics of the first verse,
“all rolled into one,” finished she leaped on top of Harry pining him to the bed.
She had planned out all the moves from that point. Makin sure by the time he was naked and she was about to go down on the lyrics, ‘I’m a goddess on my knees,” filled the room.
Harry smiled started to chuckle at how cute it was, but was cut to a low groan as she engulfed his member with her mouth. Harry’s eyes crossed and he lay back on the bed enjoying the unreal sensation.
He let out a whimper as she came up for air and straddled his hips. She had trapped his throbbing member between his stomach and her junction that was only being covered by a thin pink cloth of her panties. Harry sat up slowly kissing and nibbling her neck and shoulders. When he got to her ears he slowly suck her left ear lobe into his mouth a low sultry moan emanated while suckling on her lobe.
The sound of his voice impacted with her body. The vibrations sent tremors throughout her very being. There was suddenly a heat and intense tingling between her legs. She almost could not get out of her clothes fast enough, but was able to slow down. She decided to tease Harry a little. Her terrycloth robe was long forgotten lying across the room. Slowly she pulled the cotton shirt over her head letting Harry taking every inch of her newly tanned smooth skin.
The hem of her shirt was about to expose her breasts when she crossed her arm arms and stopped the progress. She smiled with satisfaction as she felt Harry groan in anticipation. She had her top over her head, still covering her perky bosom.
With a smirk she looked down into Harry’s darkening eyes. She had almost lost her resolve and jumped him but she had found the strength to hold back a few more moments. With a shaky breath, “What’s wrong Mr. Potter?”
With a hiss he replied, “This,” as he thrust his hardened cock upward feeling the heat radiating from her junction.
“And what do you think you are going to do with that?”
Harry shook his head as he smiled, “The question is what are you going to do with that?”
She could not tell if it was his husky voice or the fact that his hands were warm and smooth as they ran along her sides. Her resolve crumbled. “Enough play, Harry,” she said, lifting herself off him in a flurry of lust. Her excitement was almost to a climax as she grabbed the dainty pink cover to her junction and ripped it off. She threw the torn cloth over her head as Harry started to maneuver himself on top.
She held him in place as he groaned again. She looked at him wanting and explained, “This first time I am going to,” Harry raised his eyebrows as she continued, “you are so big that you could accidentally hurt me and not know it.”
“I would never intentionally hurt you!” his lust building.
She smiled, “I know and that is why I am making sure.”
No more intelligent words were spoken after that. Susan intertwined her fingers with Harry’s and made herself ready for womanhood. She lowered her vulva onto Harry’s gland. Letting it slide back and forth between the folds. Harry had a look of complete bliss on his face as she started. The two of them were in sync with each other. Harry let her use his arms as support as she slowly allowed him into her junction. His resolve was faltering; it took all his being from forcefully invading her. She felt him at the barrier to the beginning of her adult life. Her breathing was deep and calming as she raised herself so that he was almost out of her. She steeled her nerve and gripped his hands tight. Her eyes clinched shut in a grimace. She impaled herself upon what felt like a hot molten spike as it traveled though her body. It was only a few more inches but it felt like at any moment she was going to pierce her heart with his cock. She felt Harry hit her cervix and stop. Even with her eyes closed tight tears trickled from her eyes. She held Harry’s hands like a vice, her knuckles turning white.
She opened her eyes in shock, feeling a little sting as Harry began to disengage. She looked into his eyes and saw the look of worry. She gave him a warm smile and shook her head letting him know not to move. Her legs shook, as she stayed half straddled partially impaled on his manhood. The time seemed to stop before her soreness subsided. Slowly she started again taking him. Her rhythm became faster and erratic and hard as the pleasure engulfed her body.
Harry was moaning with every thrust. There was no one else in the world to them. At that moment all that mattered was that they were becoming one in lust. He felt himself rip through a barrier and there was another barrier that was slowly opening giving him access. The same moment his enlarged gland found access Susan started to quake. A small mew emanated from her mouth as it grew to a feral scream in ecstasy. The walls of her passage gripped him like a vice. The movement and the muscles made a wave back and forth along his length, as he could not stop. With a yell he spilled his seed into her.
End of Flashback
Harry was jolted from his erotic memory of his first time with Susan. The phone was ringing downstairs. The Dursley’s had quietly left for the day, unknown to Harry leaving him alone. With shaky legs he made his way to the phone.
“Hello?” he said breathlessly
“Hello yourself,” he heard Susan’s voice from the receiver.
“I was just thinking about you.”
“MMMM I’ll bet. Mind if I come over so you don’t have to just think about me?”
“Sure,” his voice cracked he could hear her giggle on the other end. He recomposed himself, ‘Sure come on over.’
There was a pause, ‘Harry, I am embarrassed to say this but I lost your address.”
Before she could finish, “Don’t worry about it. I live at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.’
“Thank you Harry,” the voice said, “I will be there in a flash.”
Harry only had to wait about five minutes when he heard a knock on the door. He sprinted the short distance and flung open the door. At the door was Susan. She was wearing a long dark draping robe and what looked like oversized clothes underneath. Harry turned and started into the house. He saw out of the corner of his eye that she was not following. “What are you waiting on, you can come in, the Dursley’s are gone,” he said laughing.
With his word she stepped in. Harry proceeded to the kitchen, “I am getting me something to drink,” he said over his shoulder, “You want anything?”
“No Mister Potter…”
The voice froze Harry in his tracks. With trepidation and fear he turned to look at Susan. It was not Susan. Harry stood face to face with the killer of his Godfather, Bellatrix Lestrange.
I orignially wrote this first chapter within 24 hours; I hope you like it. I do not want to give anything away but the next chapter is going to be dark and sickening. If you do not want to read more please stop at this chapter. I would love for people to leave reviews and tell me what you think. Please let me know.
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