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The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-quartersHairy's last month with the Dudleys

wasn't all fun. True, Dudley was now so scared of Hairy he wouldn't stay in the

same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't shut Hairy in his

cupboard, force him to do anything, or shout at him -- in fact, they didn't

speak to him at all. Half terrified, half furious, they acted as though any

chair with Hairy in it were empty. Although this was an improvement in many

ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while.Aunt Petunia, in particular,

seemed to have grown a new respect out of her fear of her ward. She would actually ask for a fuck now,

instead of demanding it as before. And

she had grown more reckless. Hairy was humping her hard one

afternoon in her marital bed when who should enter the room but his dear uncle

Vernon. Hairy looked back at the older

mouse's face over his shoulder, knowing that Vernon had a fine view of his

massive cock spreading his wife's pussy lips from the doorway at the foot of

the bed. At first, a chill ran down

Hairy's spin. He though, this is

it. This is how my young life ends. But as he studied the older man's puffy red

face, he knew that his cuckolded uncle would do nothing. Such was his uncle's fear of his nephew, now

that the lad knew he was a powerful wizard.Vernon stood there, huffing, his

fists balled at his side, but making no motion to intercede. Hairy slowly resumed his thrusting into the

cooze of Vernon's wife, slowly picking up the pace until his heavy balls were

slapping audibly against her up-turned ass cheeks.Petunia, who could not see her

frustrated husband, as her eyes were staring at the ceiling, unfocused,

continued to moan and cry with joy."Do you like this, Aunt Petunia?"

Hairy asked, his eyes locked on Vernon's."Oh God yes! I always love shagging you, Hairy! You're so much better than that lug, Vernon!""So, you like my cock in you?""I should say so! It's huge, and makes me feel like a woman!"Hairy increased his pace further,

adding some circular motion to his thin ass, his long, skinny tail pointed

skyward.Vernon looked like his head would

explode any moment. He had gone from red

to purple, and his lips were curled back into a snarl."Here it comes, Aunty!" Hairy

hissed through his clenched teeth."Fill me up, Hairy! Fill my cunt with your hot jizz!" Petunia

wailed.Hairy's orbs began contracting

rhythmically as jet after powerful jet of his mouse spunk was shot into the

hungry maw of his aunt's throbbing pussy.

As usual, Petunia's cunt couldn't handle his full load, and the excess

shot from about the seal of the mouse boy's organ, spraying out onto the bed

sheets.At last, Hairy lay limp on the

quivering body of the older woman. Her

nails had raked his back and red welts criss-crossed his shoulder blades. She covered his face with frantic kisses."Oh, Uncle Vernon! How long have you been there?" Hairy smiled

at his shaking uncle.Hairy could feel Petunia's cunt

muscles grip his dong tightly in her panic.

She quickly looked over Hairy's shoulder in fright."Don't worry, Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon won't do us any harm, or I will

turn him into a cat turd or something."To Hairy's surprise, Petunia

relaxed and a curious, mean smile spread across her sweaty face. "Yes, that's right, isn't it,

Vernon? You won't do a blasted thing

about your nephew screwing your wife in your bed, will you? Hairy, I think perhaps Vernon was turned on

by the spectacle he's seen." Vernon said nothing, but simple

turned and left the doorway. On the last day of August he thought he'd better speak to

his aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day, so he

went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on

television. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there, and Dudley

screamed and ran from the room."Uncle Vernon?"Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening."I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to --- to go to Hogfarts."Uncle Vernon grunted again, his face turning red again."Make sure I get there on time, like the good cuckold you

are."Grunt. Hairy supposed that meant yes.Aunt Petunia sat silently giggling at her husband's

discomfort."Look on the bright side, uncle--with me at Hogfarts you'll

have Aunt Petunia's well-worn gash all to yourself again."Petunia frowned at the realization that she was going to lose

her little fuck-buddy.He was about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually

spoke."Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic

carpets all got punctures, have they?""Are you trying to be witty, uncle?" Hairy sneered."Where is this school, anyway?""I don't know," said Hairy, realizing this for the first

time. He pulled the ticket Haggard had given him out of his pocket."I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters

at eleven o'clock," he read.His aunt and uncle stared."Platform what?""Nine and three-quarters.""Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle

Vernon. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters.""Mind your gob, uncle. It's on my

ticket.""Barking," said Uncle Vernon,

"howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take

you to King's Cross. We're going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't

bother.""Why are you going to London?" Hairy

asked, with obvious disinterest."Taking Dudley to the hospital,"

growled Uncle Vernon. "Got to have that ruddy cock removed from his bum before

he goes to Smeltings."Hairy recalled with amusement how

Haggard had smited his cousin with a little pink penis to replace his tail a

few weeks earlier. Hairy woke at five o'clock the next morning and was too

excited and nervous to go back to sleep. Even a healthy wank did little to put

him in a more calm state of mind. He got up and pulled on his jeans over his

obscenely large package because he didn't want to walk into the station in his

wizard's robes -- he didn't want to look too much like a geek. He checked his Hogfarts

list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Hedwig was

shut safely in her cage, and then paced the room, waiting for the Dudleys to

get up. Two hours later, Hairy's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dudleys'

car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Hairy, and they had

set off.They reached King's Cross at half

past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Hairy's trunk onto a cart and wheeled it into the

station for him. Hairy thought this was strangely kind until Uncle Vernon

stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face."Well, there you are, boy.

Platform nine --- platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle,

but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?"He was quite right, of course.

There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number

ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all."Have a good term," said Uncle

Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Hairy turned

and saw the Dudleys drive away. Vernon was laughing but Petunia seemed to be

weeping. Hairy's mouth went rather dry. What on earth was he going to do? He

was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig. Haggard must have forgotten to

tell him something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to

get into Diagon Alley. He wondered if he should get out his wand and start

tapping the ticket inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten. His

anxiety rising, Hairy contemplated slipping into the public loo for another

quick wank.At that moment a group of people

passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying."-- packed with Muggles, of course

--"Hairy swung round. The speaker was an attractive, older

woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair, all weasels.

Each of them was pushing a trunk like Hairy's in front of him -- and they had an

owl.Hairy took an instant, carnal liking to the woman, and

wondered if the carpet matched the drapes.

He had always fancies the birds with fire patches in his girly

magazines.Heart hammering, Hairy pushed his cart after them. They

stopped and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying."Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother."Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also

red-headed, who was holding her hand. "Mum, can't I go . . .""You're not old enough, Gynny, now be quiet. All right,

Percy, you go first."What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms

nine and ten. Hairy watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it -- but

just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large

crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last

backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished."Fred, you next," the plump woman said."I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman,

you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?""None of your lip, George, dear.""Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His

twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, be­cause a second

later, he had gone -- but how had he done it?Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier

-- he was almost there -- and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't any­where.There was nothing else for it."Excuse me," Hairy said to the red-headed woman."Hello, dear," she said, with obvious interest in her eyes.

"First time at Hogfarts? Ron's new, too."She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was

short, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a comically

broad nose."Yes," said Hairy "The thing is -- the thing is, I don't know

how to --""How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Hairy

nodded."Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk

straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be

scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a

run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron.""Er -- okay," said Hairy.He pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It

looked very solid.He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their

way to platforms nine and ten. Hairy walked more quickly. He was going to smash

right into that barrier and then he'd be in trouble --- lean­ing forward on his

cart, he broke into a heavy run -- the barrier was coming nearer and nearer -- he

wouldn't be able to stop -- the cart was out of control -- he was a foot away --

he closed his eyes ready for the crash --It didn't come ... he kept on running ... he opened his

eyes.A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed

with people. A sign overhead said Hogfarts Express, eleven o'clock. Hairy

looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been,

with the words Platform Nine and

Three-Quarters on it. He had done it.The train looked like an antique, but was in a remarkable

state of preservation. It reminded Hairy

of those trains from the 1800'sSmoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the

chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their

legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble

and the scraping of heavy trunks.The first few carriages were already packed with students,

some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over

seats. Hairy pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat.

He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again.""Oh, Nibble," he heard the old woman sigh. "You'd lose your

pecker if it wasn't glued onto you."Sometimes Hairy would catch a small cluster of schoolgirls

pointing at his crotch and giggling into their hands.Hairy pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty

compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first and then

started to shove and heave his trunk toward the train door. He tried to lift it

up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice he dropped it painfully

on his foot."Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he'd

followed through the barrier."Yes, please," Hairy panted."Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"With the twins' help, Hairy's trunk was at last tucked away

in a corner of the compartment."Thanks," said Hairy, pushing his sweaty hair out of his

eyes."What's that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Hairy's

distended crotch."Blimey, have you got a woody?" said the other twin. "Are

you -- ?""He is," said the first twin. "Aren't you?" he added to Hairy."What?" said Hairy."Hairy Potter," chorused the twins."Oh, him," said Hairy. "I mean, yes, I am.""Thought so. No one's

got a tallywacker like you have, from what I've heard."The two boys gawked at him, and Hairy felt himself turning

red. Then, to his relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open

door."Fred? George? Are you there?""Coming, Mum."With a last look at Hairy, the twins hopped off the train.Hairy sat down next to the window where, half hidden, he

could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were

saying. Their mother had just taken out her handker­chief."Ron, I want you to be very kind to that Potter lad. Make friends with him. You might invite him back for holiday at our

home.""Now, where's Percy?" said the mother."He's coming now."The oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already

changed into his billowing black Hogfarts robes, and Hairy noticed a shiny

red-and-gold badge on his chest with the letter P on it."Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the

prefects have got two compartments to themselves --""Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with

an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea.""Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,"

said the other twin. "Once --""Or twice --"A minute --"All summer --""Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect."How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said one of the

twins."Because he's a prefect said their mother fondly. "All

right, dear, well, have a good term -- send me an owl when you get there. Mind

what I said about Mister Potter." She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left.

Then she turned to the twins."Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?"Hairy leaned back quickly so they couldn't see him looking.

"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he

is?""Who?""Hairy Potter!"Hairy heard the little girl's voice."Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please.

. ."You've already seen it. . .er. . .him, Gynny, and the poor

boy isn't some­thing you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred?" "He's equipped to be in a zoo, judging from his jeans," Fred

smirked."You're just jealous!" Gynny sneered.A whistle sounded."Hurry up!" their mother said, and the three boys clambered

onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye,

and their younger sister began to cry."Don't, Gynny, we'll send you loads of owls.""We'll send you a Hogfarts toilet seat.""George!""Only joking, Mum."The train began to move. Hairy saw the boys' mother waving

and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train

until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.Hairy watched the girl and her mother disappear as the train

rounded the corner. Hairy caught a last look at the woman as she began leaving

the platform, and he could have sworn that she gave him a saucy wink!Houses flashed past the window. Hairy felt a great leap of

excitement. He didn't know what he was going to -- but it had to be better than

what he was leaving behind. He was sure

he'd miss his frequent encounters with Aunt Petunia, but all the young poon

around he was sure he could make up the difference.The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest red­headed

boy came in."Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat

opposite Hairy. "Everywhere else is full."Hairy shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Hairy's

crotch and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. "Hey, Ron."The twins were back."Listen, we're going down the middle of the train -- Lee Jor­dan's

got a giant tarantula down there.""Right," mumbled Ron."Hairy," said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves?

Fred and George Weasel. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then.""Bye," said Hairy and Ron. The twins slid the compartment

door shut behind them."Are you really Hairy Potter?" Ron blurted out.Hairy nodded and unconsciously hefted his package with one

hand."Oh -- well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's

jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got -- you know . . ."He pointed at Hairy's crotch."A curse? Yeah, you

wanna see it?"Ron sputtered and his face went even redder. "No thanks," he said, his gaze rolling

towards the ceiling in their coach."So that's where You-Know-Who --?""Yes," said Hairy, "but I can't remember it.""Nothing?" said Ron eagerly."Well -- I remember a lot of green light, and some pain,but nothing

else." "Wow," said Ron. He sat and stared at Hairy for a few

moments, trying desperately hard not to look below the mouse boy's waist then,

as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of

the window again."Are all your family wizards?" asked Hairy, who found Ron

just as interesting as Ron found him."Er --yes, I think so," said Ron. "I think Mum's got a second

cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him.""Your mom's quite attractive."Ron shot Hairy a reproachful glare. "Yeah, she's married to me dad.""Wasn't suggesting she wasn't. So you must know loads of

magic already."The Weasels were clearly one of those old wizarding families

the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about."I heard you went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What are

they like?""Horrible -- well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and

cousin are, though. And my aunt could be

VERY friendly at times, if you get my drift."Ron's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "You mean. . .""Yeah, I used to shag her when my uncle wasn't around.""Crimmy, and me still a virgin. They say you aren't fully a wizard or witch

until you lose your virginity.""Then I have a few years head-start on you, Ron," Hairy

smiled triumphantly.The young weasel shook his head in respect for his coachmate's

achievement. Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat,

which was asleep."His name's Scabby and he's

useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Has

some sort of skin condition, I think. Percy got an owl from my dad for being

made a prefect, but they couldn't aff-- I mean, I got Scabby instead."Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to

think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.Hairy didn't think there was

anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, he'd never had

any money in his life until a month ago, and he told Ron so. This seemed to

cheer Ron up.". . . and until Haggard told me,

I didn't know anything about be­ing a wizard or about my parents or Waldomart--"Ron gasped."What?" said Hairy."You said what's-his-face's

name!" said Ron, sounding both

shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought you, of all people -- "I'm not trying

to be brave or anything, saying the name," said Hairy, "I just never knew you

shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn. ... I bet," he added,

voicing for the first time some­thing that had been worrying him a lot lately,

"I bet I'm the worst in the class.""You won't be. There's shitloads

of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough."While they had been talking, the train had carried them out

of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were

quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside

in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said,

"Anything off the cart, dears?"Hairy, who hadn't had any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but

Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sand­wiches. Hairy

went out into the corridor.He had never had any money for candy with the Dudleys, and

now that he had pockets rattling with gold and silver he was ready to buy as

many Mars Bars as he could carry -- but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What

she did have were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum,

Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, edible

panties and a number of other strange things Hairy had never seen in his life.

Not want­ing to miss anything, he got some of everything and paid the woman

eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Kunts.Ron stared as Hairy brought it all back in to the

compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat."Hungry, are you?""Starving," said Hairy, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin

pasty.Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There

were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, "She always

forgets I don't like corned beef.""Swap you for one of these," said Hairy, holding up a pasty.

"Go on --, I have a feeling you and I are going to share a lot of things," Hairy

said, thinking of Ron's comely mother."You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron. "She hasn't

got much time," he added quickly, "you know, with five of us.""Go on, have a pasty," said Hairy, who had never had any­thing

to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling,

sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Hairy's pasties, cakes,

and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten)."What are these?" Hairy asked Ron, holding up a pack of

Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?" He was start­ing to feel

that nothing would surprise him."No," said Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm missing

Agrippa.""What?""Oh, of course, you wouldn't know -- Chocolate Frogs have

cards inside them, you know, to collect -- famous witches and wizards. I've got

about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy."Hairy unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card.

It showed an old cat face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose,

and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache and hairy ears. Under­neath the

picture was the name Albus Dumplesnore."So this is Dumplesnore!" said Hairy."Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumplesnore!" said Ron.

"Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa -- thanks --"Hairy turned over his card and read: ALBUS DUMPLESNORECURRENTLY HEADMASTER

OF HOGFARTS Considered by many the greatest wizard

of modern times, Dumplesnore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark

wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's

blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumplesnore

enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.Dumplesnore is unmarried and has a

remarkable interest in the young male students at Hogfarts. Hairy turned the card back over and saw, to his

astonishment, that Dumplesnore's face had disappeared."He's gone!""Well, you can't expect him to

hang around all day," said Ron. "He'll be back. No, I've got Morgana again and

I've got about six of her ... do you want it? You can start collecting."Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of

Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped."Help yourself," said Hairy. "But

in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos.""Do they? What, they don't move at

all?" Ron sounded amazed. "Your stroke magazines must be pretty boring. Weird!"Hairy stared as Dumplesnore sidled

back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Ron was more

interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards

cards, but Hairy couldn't keep his eyes off them. Soon he had not only Dumplesnore

and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcraft, Morgan le Fay, Circe, Paracelsus, and

Merlin. He finally tore his eyes away from the druidess Cliodna, who was

scratching her nose, to open a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."You want to be careful with

those," Ron warned Hairy. "When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor --

you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and

marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once."Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into

a corner."Bleaaargh --- see? Sprouts."They had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Hairy

got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and

was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny gray one Ron wouldn't touch,

which turned out to be pepper.The countryside now flying past the window was becoming

wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and

dark green hills.There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the

round-faced boy Hairy had passed on platform nine and three- quarters came in.

He looked tearful."Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He

keeps getting away from me!""He'll turn up," said Hairy."Yes," said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him . . ."He left."Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If I'd brought

a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. They give you warts. Mind you, I

brought Scabby, so I can't talk."The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap."He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference,"

said Ron in disgust. "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more

interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look . . ."He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very

battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was

glinting at the end."Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway --"He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid

open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him.

She was already wearing her new Hogfarts robes without the odd patch the older

students had their robes."Has anyone seen a toad? Nibble's lost one," she said. She

had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair (rather like a lion's mane),

and rather large front teeth. She was a

bunny. Hairy was struck on how curvaceous

the girl's body was, especially how her ponts filled out her sweater nicely."We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but

the girl wasn't listening, she was fixated on Hairy's bulge. Hairy might have been mistaken, but he

thought her could see her nipples erecting through her bra, her shirt, and her

wool sweater. The girl shook her

head to clear it, then regarded Ron and his wand. "Oh, are you doing magic?

Let's see it, then."She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. -"Er -- all right."He cleared his throat. "Sunshine, lollipops,

mustard jello,Turn this mangy

rat bastard yellow." He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabby stayed gray

and fast asleep."Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl with a

disrespectful curl of her lip. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a

few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my

family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I

was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft

there is, I've heard -- I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I

just hope it will be enough -- I'm Hymeny Grinder, by the way. And you must certainly be THE Hairy Potter." She spoke with the rapidity of a machine gun."What? Do I have a

sign on my back?" Hairy chuckled.Hymeny licked her lips.

"Not a sign. And not on your

back."Hairy looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned

face that he hadn't learned all the course books by heart either."I'm Ron Weasel," Ron muttered."Charmed, I'm sure," she said with a sneer. "I know all about you, of course," she

directed her eyes to Hairy, all but ignoring the weasel, " -- I got a few extra

books for background reading, and you're in Modern

Magical History and The Rise and Fall

of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding

Events of the Twentieth Century and

The Magical History Tour.""Am I?" said Hairy, feeling dazed."Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I

could if it was me," said Hymeny. "Do either of you know what House you'll be

in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the

best; I hear Dumplesnore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravencaw wouldn't be

too bad. . . ."Hymeny plopped herself on the bench seat opposite

Hairy. Now he was sure that her nipples

were hard, and he enjoyed the way her udders bounced when she sat down. She primly folded her hands over her crotch

and Hairy wondered what marvels were hidden under her knee-length uniform

skirt. "I see you've raided the concession cart," she waved her

hand at all the candy wrappers on the floor of the coach."That we have, Miss Grinder," said Hairy with a crooked

smile. "Care for some Bertie Bott's

Every Flavor Beans?""Perhaps one," the rabbit girl said, gingerly taking a bean

from Hairy's outstretched hand.Hairy had decided that Hymeny was truly a stuck up

cunt. He was hoping that her bean would

be something obnoxious.Hymeny popped the bean into her mouth and gave it a cautionary

chew. Her eyes widened in alarm."What's wrong, Hymeny?" Hairy smiled.Hymeny spat the partially chewed bean on the floor and

sputtered, "I didn't know that Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans came in THAT

flavor!" she spat."Wot flavor?" Ron asked innocently."Jizz," Hymeny coughed.Both Hairy and Ron broke into howls of laughter. Hairy wondered if his wish had anything to do

with the taste of Hymeny's bean.Ron, wiping away a tear, said, "So how do YOU know the taste

of jizz, Miss Granger?"Hymeny's face went scarlet, realizing that she had been too

candid with the boys. "I just know. So

there!" she snarled."She's probably blown enough muggles in her time," came an

unfamiliar voice.Standing in the doorway of their coach were three boys, and Hairy

recognized the middle one at once: It was the pale dog boy from Madam Merkin's

robe shop. He was slightly effeminate and had his blond--almost white, hair

slicked back. He was looking at Hairy with a lot more interest than he'd shown

back in Diagon Alley."Is it true?" he said. "They're

saying all down the train that Hairy Potter's in this compartment. So it's you,

is it?""Yes," said Hairy. He was looking

at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean.

Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards."Oh, this is Crabbe and this is

Goyle," said the pale boy care­lessly, noticing where Hairy was looking. "And

my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."Ron gave a slight cough, which

might have been hiding a snig­ger. Draco Malfoy looked at him."Think my name's funny, do you? No

need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasels have red hair,

freckles, and more children than they can afford."He turned back to Hairy. "You'll

soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You

don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."He held out his hand to shake Hairy's, but Hairy didn't take

it. "I think I can tell

who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his

pale cheeks."I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly.

"Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They

didn't know what was good for them, either. A big dick will only get you so far

in the magic world. You hang around with riff­raff like the Weasels and that Haggard,

and it'll rub off on you."Both Hairy and Ron stood up."Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair, his

stubby ears twitching violently, the hair on his tail flared."Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered."Unless you get out now," said Hairy, more bravely than he

felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron."But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten

all our food and you still seem to have some."Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron --- Ron

leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a

horrible yell.Scabby the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little

teeth sunk deep into Goyle s knuckle -- Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle

swung Scabby round and round, howling, and when Scabby finally flew off and hit

the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there

were more rats lurking among the sweets, "What's their problem?" Hymeny Grinder said."I think Scabby been knocked out," Ron said to Hairy. He

looked closer at Scabby. "No -- I don't believe it -- he's gone back to sleep."And so he had."You've met Malfoy before?"Hairy explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley."I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly. "They were some

of the first to come back to our side after that-guy-you-Know-Who disap­peared.

Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father

didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side." The lull of the slightly swaying train and the gentle rhythm

of the rails soon had the three teens eyelids heavy. Ron feel off to sleep first, leaning to his

right. Then Hymeny closed her eyes and

was fast asleep. Even in her slumber she

kept her knees clenched tightly.Hairy wondered back to the episode with the Jizz candy. Had he really influenced the taste with his

wish that the snooty bitch have her comeuppance? Did he possess magical powers that he was

unaware of? Or had it just been fate that the oh-so-superior twat had picked an

offensive bean?Hairy concentrated on Hymeny's knees. In his mind he could see them parting. And, to his surprise, her knees slowly began

to separate.Hot damn! Hairy thought.He focused his mind further, and indeed her knees began to

widen the distance between them.In about five minutes he had the young rabbit girl's thighs

spread apart about as far they would go.

Hairy looked at her face. She was

still in blissful repose.Ok, thought Hairy, let's see what this magic can do! His brow furrowed as he used all the mental

power he had, and one of Hymeny's hands began to gather the material of her

skirt over her crotch. Inch by inch her

hemline rose, creeping its way up her legs.

Hairy thought he'd have a nose bleed when he first saw a slight triangle

of pink panty visible.By now Hairy was sporting some serious trouser lumber. He massaged the hard knot in his slacks until

it was pointed down one leg of his trousers.

He might bust a seam there, but at least he'd spare his zipper its

destruction.Hymeny had her skirt so rolled up now that Hairy could see

the little flower at the waist band. And

Hairy liked what he saw. A nicely

rounded, soft-looking mons, packed inside some pink satin panties, with just

the slightest hint of a camel-toe crevice.Bowing to Hairy's superior will power, Hymeny's free hand

began to gently stroke her pons, one slender finger tracing the cleft in her

mons up and down. The movement began to

quicken, and her full lips parted ever so slightly to let out a low moan. Hairy could see a darkening in the material

over her twat and knew she was getting wet.As he massaged his own pudendum he focused his powers on her

hand holding the bunched-up school skirt.

Slowly, it hooked the leg opening of one side of her panties and pulled

it to one side. Hairy was now staring at

her glistening labia. The heady scent of

her aroused womanhood filled the coach compartment.Beads of sweat were now running down the young mouse's

temples as he silently urged Hymeny on.

One finger found the hood of her engorged clitoris and began frantically

strumming it like a banjo. Hymeny's body

was undulating, her hips thrusting toward her invisible lover. She was rocking her hips upward to give

herself full access to her quivering womanhood.Tears of pleasure were brimming in the young witch's eyes

and she bit down on her lower lip to keep from unconsciously crying out in her

pleasure.It came as a surprise when Hymeny suddenly locked her knees,

lifting her shoes off the floor, as her entire body began to quiver and

shake. She loudly sucked in her breath

and held it, then she placed both palms over her abused snatch and brought her

knees up to her chest.Hymeny was now moaning loudly. Small, cat-like cries escaped her lips and

her eye lids fluttered wildly."Good God, what's with her?"Hairy turned his gaze to Ron, who now was fully awake and

staring in astonishment at the rabbit girl.Hairy smiled his evil smile.

"I think she's having a naughty dream, Ron.""And what about you, Hairy?"Hairy followed Ron's gaze to his pants. Halfway down his leg he was a spreading

puddle of spooge on his inner leg. He

had cum and not even had been aware. Hymeny's eyes fluttered open. She seemed oblivious to the world. Slowly, her eyes began to focus. She saw her two male coachmates looking at

her. Then she realized that her knees were pressing against her

heaving bosom. She could feel a chill on her wet vulva and that one hand was

holding her panties to the side, exposing herself for anyone to see.Quickly she shoved the hem of her skirt down to her knees

again and firmly placed her shoes on the floor beneath her. She knew her face was crimson. "What do you think about Hogfarts' chanced at the Quidditch

Cup this year?" she blurted.Ron and Hairy exchanged knowing smiles. "You'd better hurry

up and put your robes on. We must be

nearly there," Hymeny warned, suddenly all serious-like. "Would you mind leaving while we change?" Hairy inquired.For the first time Hymeny noticed the large wet spot on

Hairy's jeans. It didn't register with

her at first. She thought he must have

spilled a soda on his lap, but when she saw that the wet spot was at the tip of

a large, round cylinder in his pants she knew what had happened. She smiled with self-satisfaction. Hairy wanted to shove his cock in her yap at

that moment."All right -- I only came in here because people outside are

be­having very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," said Hymeny in a

sniffy voice. Ron watched her leave the coach with obvious regret. Hairy

peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and

forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.Hairy pulled the curtain over the window of their coach door

and they pulled down their suitcases from the overhead rack. Both had to put on their brown uniform

trousers.Hairy also had to change his boxer shorts. He dropped his soiled ones on the floor with

a loud, heavy thump.It was obvious that Ron had also taken a keen interest in

Hymeny's actions of a few minutes past.

When he took off his jeans he was sporting a small erection in his

y-fronts. Hairy chuckled to

himself. His new friend was hung like

his rat, Scabby, from the looks of the meager tent in his shorts.He and Ron took off their jackets, put on the uniform shirt

and vest and pulled on their long black robes. Ron's were a bit short for him,

you could see his sneakers un­derneath them.A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogfarts

in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken

to the school separately."Hairy's stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked

pale under his freckles. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets

and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People

pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Hairy

shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the

students, and Hairy heard a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over

here! All right there, Hairy?"Haggard's big hairy mouse face beamed over the sea of heads."C'mon, follow me -- any more firs' years? Mind yer step,

now! Firs' years follow me!"Slipping and stumbling, they followed Haggard down what

seemed to be a steep, narrow path. Hairy looked round for Hymeny, but she was

nowhere to be seen. Probably sulking in

the train loo, after the show she'd given him and Ron. It was so dark on either

side of them that Hairy thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke

much. Nibble, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice."Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogfarts in a sec," Haggard

called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."There was a loud "Oooooh!"The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great

black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows

sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers."No more'n four to a boat!" Haggard called, pointing to a

fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Hairy and Ron were

followed into their boat by Nibble and Hymeny, who had suddenly appeared."Everyone in?" shouted Haggard, who had a boat to himself.

"Right then -- FORWARD!"And the fleet of little boats

moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass.

Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over

them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. Hymeny

was trailing her hand in the calm waters, probably trying to wash the scent of

her sex off her hand. "Everyone here?" Haggard demanded when they

landed on the shore. He led them to a

set of massive wooden doors in what appeared to be a great gothic castle.Haggard raised a gigantic fist and

knocked three times on the castle door.