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Harry’s Pack
Ch. 1 Welcome to Hogwarts, Harry
Harry knew that he and his parents were going to move away, and he couldn’t be gladder. Their current living space just filled Harry with horrible memories that, for his sake and privacy will not be discussed at such a time. Besides, the reason for their moving, his mother’s promotion meant several things for the Potter Family.
The first is, obviously, that they get to move back to Harry’s parent’s hometown of Hogwarts. It was a very strange name that caused Harry to fall on his backside in laughter when he first heard of it. Who in their right mind would name a town Hogwarts? Especially a town that Harry had never seen? But it does not matter how Hogwarts was named or how strange and silly the name sounded to the sixteen-year-old as, more importantly, the Potters would be moving away from the Dursleys, Harry’s relatives on his mother’s side, and closer to the Blacks! He missed Sirius and Remus and could not wait to see them again.
“Harry! The moving van is here!” James Potter yelled out.
“Coming!” Harry yelled out. He made sure to have his phone in his pocket and looked around his room. Boxes packed on top of boxes laid before him, his walls now hung bare, bed stripped, and closet empty. He had already made sure that his more private possessions were hidden away in his backpack. Slinging it on his back, Harry took the first of the boxes and began carrying it out of his room. The more heavier furniture was already at Hogwarts, this was just the easier boxes that were going to go with them.
His old house was a small one, more of a cottage than a house really, that Harry was glad to get rid of. It took the Potters an hour and a half to get the moving van loaded, the person they hired to drive the van being no help at all. The three Potters filed into their own car, and, without a final look, Harry felt a thrill of relief. He was escaping for good.
They drove for half an hour to get out of their own town, it was when plains replaced buildings that Harry looked away from the window and to his two parents, “What is Hogwarts like?” he asked. “I couldn’t find anything about it on my phone.”
“Hogwarts… Hogwarts is a magical place,” James Potter said slyly. “You wouldn’t find any information on it on the internet.”
“Sound stupid,” Harry grumbled. “I mean—what sort of place doesn’t have any information you can look up?”
“This one,” James Potter said. “Besides, how can any place where your parents are from sound stupid?” He looked back for a second to give Harry a cheeky grin. Harry just rolled his eyes and just smiled.
“Besides Harry, dear,” Harry’s mother, Lily Potter, “you might find that you’ll get some friends at—”
“Mum, please,” Harry said. “Don’t.”
“Harry, you are sixteen years old and you do not have a single friend,” Lily Potter said. “That is simply just not normal, you need friends—”
“I have a friend! Hedwig is enough for me,” Harry said.
“Your cat does not count Harry,” Lily sighed. “Look, I know that life there was difficult, especially with… … but Hogwarts is a place where you can start over again.”
Harry sighed and looked out the window again. The plains seemed endless, and only they and the moving van were on the long straight narrow unending road. It seemed to have no end in sight. The more they drove on, the more Harry was wondering how Sirius and Remus could take this road whenever the two visited the Potters. Leaning forward, he asked his parents his wonderment.
“Well,” James said, “we’re just taking the uh… scenic root, isn’t that right Lily?”
“Yes, that’s right, James,” Lily said. Harry looked at his parents, a little confused. They were obviously hiding something, but Harry could not even begin to imagine as such. “Ah! Harry, look!” Lily Potter said, pointing in front of them.
Harry looked. There, on the horizon, the endless plains stopped, only to be taken over by a sea of dark green that rose higher and higher, becoming denser, more defined, more menacing, like a green fortification to a great castle than an actual forest. Harry stared in wonderment as they entered the forest. It was like a sudden transition. The moment their car entered the forest, light seemed to have disappeared, Harry could barely see a foot out of the window. He looked at his father, surprised that the man had no trouble at all, simply turning on the headlights and drove at the same speed, even though the moving van behind them slowed considerably.
Harry squinted into the darkness, trying to tell the trunk and branches of the forests from the seemingly everlasting darkness. “Are we going the right way? I can’t see anything,” he said.
“That is just the forest dear, don’t worry, it will open up,” James Potter said. Harry nodded and took out his phone. It was already half past twelve, and he was getting considerably hungry.
“How long is this forest?” he asked, “I’m starting to get hungry.”
“Well, this is a thick forest, Harry,” James said. “It surrounds Hogwarts. But don’t worry, we should be through soon enough.”
James was speaking the truth. Hogwarts was, in fact, surrounded by a forest. This forest, if viewed from above, looked to a perfect outer circle of the large town of Hogwarts. The distance from the outer end of the forest to the beginning of the town was precisely nine and three quarters miles long. Trees of a sort of magical quality, their trunks all grow wide and thick, and they reach into the sky so high that it is said they block out the sun at times. To any other traveler, the journey just through the forest into to the town of Hogwarts would be a long, exhausting, and frightful one as it would seem that they would be going through a darkness that threaten to spring upon every sort of terrible beast and demon that the imagination can muster. However, to the people of Hogwarts like James and Lily Potter, it was a long and relaxing welcome home. There were beasts in the forest, yes. Deer, squirrels, boars, wolves, you name it. However, they keep to their business as Hogwarts keep to their own. And just as James Potter said, they were taking the long, scenic route that is nostalgic for Lily and James. There was another, much shorter way, that young Harry did not know about.
It took them a little over ten minutes to get through this vast forest, and Harry couldn’t help but gasp at the small city in front of them. It was, in a word, marvelous. Towering buildings of a modern design gathered in the center, how Harry could not have seen them pass the trees, he didn’t know. The city, much like the forest that surrounded it, was sectioned off into circles. The other of which held the suburbs, the middle small taller buildings that transitioned into the busy center of skyscrapers. The roads that connected them all was a series of twists and turns leading to straighter, grid-like forms as if drawn by a madman that only the residents of Hogwarts understood. The houses near them were all an amalgamation of houses and homes of various designs. There was no set pattern from home to home. One looked to be built upon from a tiny tutor home, reaching higher and upward and held up by some force that defied logic and gravity. Another seemed so black and high, Harry was sure that he was staring at the night sky.
What sort of place IS this? The young Potter thought to himself as James drove them deeper into the suburbs, the moving van still following him. I wonder what he is thinking of this place.
“Let’s see…” Mr. Potter said, looking around. He turned onto a street and after ten minutes of passing by obscure, weird houses, they finally stopped. “Here it is Harry,” Mr. Potter smiled. “Sirius should be here soon, I’ll ask him to bring food.”
They finally got out of the car after the long, exhausting ride, and Harry got out of the car and stared at his new home. It was not as tall as that strange house that seemed to defy gravity, but it did look more uniform and better, in Harry’s opinion. Two stories tall with a pointed roof, his new home looked to be almost normal. It was made of a mixture of stone and wood, the wood a striking red, a deep one, that made the second floor and roof, standing on the first floor of stone. There were windows on both floors that seemed slightly off, as if not in equal measurement. The door on the stone floor was doubled and made of the same red wood of the second floor. It was weird, it was unusual… but Harry loved it at first sight.
“Ah, home sweet home,” James Potter sighed, smiling at both Harry and Lily. The moving van pulled up behind their car. “Lily, why don’t you and Harry start unpacking the van while I talk to the driver?” James said.
“Alright, come on Harry,” Mrs. Potter said. The two began unloading the van as Mr. Potter talked to the driver.
He came to the back a moment later, looking sorely displeased. “Lazy arse won’t even get out of the van! He just told us to get the boxes out of the van so he can go.”
“Why of all the—fine, let’s just get them on the lawn,” Mrs. Potter said. The three worked fast, and soon all of their boxes were out of the van and onto their lawn. Harry was glad that it was a clear, sunny day. As soon as the last box left the moving van, the driver quickly drove away without a second thought. “Not even a goodbye!” Mrs. Potter huffed.
“Don’t worry dear, think of it this way—at least now Sirius has a place to park,” James laughed as not a second later, as if waiting for the van to leave, another car quickly took its place and atwo men got out.
One was a muscular man with shaggy black hair while the other was a sandy blonde. From the back, a ten-year-old boy climbed out. “James! Lily!” the muscular man said.
“Sirius!” both of them cried and they hugged him, before hugging the sandy-blond hair named Remus. Sirius turned and smiled at Harry, “Harry!” he said.
“Uncle Sirius,” Harry smiled and hugged the older man. Sirius squeezed Harry tightly, “Oh I am so happy that you are here,” Sirius said. “Right where you belong.” Sirius let go of Harry, and Remus hugged him instead while the adult Potters brought the small child into a hug. “How is little Orion?” James smirked.
“I’m not little! I’m ten years old Uncle James!” the child said.
“Of course you are,” James smiled. They’ve let the child drop to the ground, and he ran up to Harry. “Tell them I’m not a little kid!” he said.
“Hello to you too Orion,” Harry chuckled. “And of course you’re not. You’re a tall ten-year-old.”
“See!” Orion said confidently to Harry’s parents. The adults laughed and turned to each other. “By the way, Sirius, thank you so much for moving all the furniture inside, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Oh it was fine, easy for me in fact,” Sirius said.
“He didn’t even let me help,” Remus said. “We could have been done in half the time if he allowed me to—”
“Harry! Why don’t you go inside and find your room?” Mrs. Potter said suddenly.
“Uhh sure,” Harry said. He grabbed his backpack and made his way into the home. The house was empty of any personalization, but it was still strangely beautiful. He walked into a living room with a hanging chandelier. There was already their television set up in a wall unit and their couch and armchairs pointed towards it. To the side of the room was a fireplace with a nice mantelpiece on top of it. Harry walked through it, and found the staircase that led to the second floor. Up there were four rooms, all whose doors were opened. Harry looked in each room too see that they were all bedrooms, one of them having his parents’ king-sized bed. Uncle Sirius did all of this himself? How? It must have taken him weeks!
Harry picked the bedroom that was as far from his parents and closed the door behind him. The room was spacious, bigger than his last one, already furnished with a bed, dresser, desk, and his television. The walls were a surprisingly emerald-like green color that matched Harry’s eyes, and on the closet door was a floor to ceiling mirror that Harry stood in front of, examining his appearance.
He was always a small boy, barely reaching five foot-five, and he was skinny as well, though, due to his effort, he had a nice, curved ass. People would describe his body-type as twinkish, and they would be right. Harry thought himself as a twink and was quite happy about it. Smiling to his reflection, he opened his backpack and pulled out one of his private possessions, a fat, long dildo that has stretched Harry’s ass more times than he can count. Licking his lips, he kissed the dildo and looked around for a place to hide it. In the closet, there was a shelf high above that would do nicely. Harry placed the dildo up there, along with a huge bottle of lube and other toys that he had brought throughout the years.
He hid it all with his bag for now and closed the closet door. He walked towards the window in his room and looked outside. His window offered Harry a view of the trees and nothing else. He had a strange want to at least try and walk into the forest, to see if there is a space in there that isn’t just pure darkness, when Orion disturbed his thoughts, barging in saying, “Harry! Aunt Lily wants you!”
“What is it?” Harry said.
“I just said! Aunt Lily wants you!” Orion shouted.
“You don’t need to shout everything you say,” Harry said, and he followed Orion downstairs. He stopped short and stared in shock to see that all the boxes that filled their front yard was now inside and the adults looked as if they hadn’t broken a sweat! “Uhh…”
“Get your things Harry, we’re going out for lunch before we start unpacking,” Mrs. Potter said. “Did you find your room alright?”
“Yeah I did… how did the boxes—”
“Sirius and Remus helped,” Mr. Potter said. “With them, we’ve finished the work in practically minutes.” Harry just nodded slowly as he stared at the boxes. There was no way they could have carried all of those boxes in the span it took Harry to find his room and hide his sex toys.
“Great,” Mr. Potter said. “I’m guessing the usual place is still here.”
“Of course, it is,” Sirius smirked.
“Excellent. Come along Harry, weren’t you complaining some time ago how hungry you were?” Mr. Potter said. The adults all gave a wolfish smile, Sirius and James laughing gleefully as Lily and Remus rolled their eyes. Harry followed them out of the house and stared at the lawn.
The lawn was clean, the green grass bare as if there were no boxes at all sitting on them just a moment ago. For some reason, the adults and Orion didn’t even notice the difference or think it was strange. They just got into the two cars sitting in front of the lawn. Harry followed his parents, getting in the back.
“Ahh, so good to be back here,” Mr. Potter smiled. “Ain’t it Lily?”
“Yup,” Mrs. Potter said. She turned back to Harry and smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll make a lot of friends here.”
Harry decided to not give his mother a dirty look and instead looked down at his phone. That wasn’t what he was worried about. He was more worried about the strangeness of the houses and figuring out just how the hell Sirius moved all of the furniture in, and those damn boxes! It just did not make any sense to the small teen!
“Oh Lily, after this we should see if old man Dumbledore is still around, he was our teacher Harry, very nice guy,” Mr. Potter said. That suddenly got Harry thinking.
“What am I going to do about school?” he asked. It was mid-August, and school was supposed to start in a couple of weeks.
“Didn’t we tell you… James, didn’t you tell him?” Mrs. Potter asked her husband, looking at him. James thought for a moment then shrugged. “Guess we forgot,” he said, “anyway Harry, don’t worry, we got you into the high school here.”
“What’s it called?” Harry asked.
“Hogwarts School, or just Hogwarts for short,” Mr. Potter said.
Harry stared at him, looking dazed. “You mean… the school shares the town’s name?” he said slowly.
“Yeah, just add the word ‘school’ to it, and there’s its name,” Mr. Potter said. “You seem very inquisitive lately Harry, anything the matter?”
“I—no, nothing’s the matter,” Harry said. He took out his phone and scrolled around on it. He had no one to really text as he had no friends, so he just did his best to see if he could find any information, any at all, about Hogwarts and… Hogwarts.
They drove towards a small diner with a funny name. “The Leaky Cauldron,” Harry read as he stared at the sign, which was a cauldron with a stirring wooden spoon, through the car door. “What…”
He got out of the car and turned quickly to ask his parents what was going on with the diner’s name when he collided into a strong body and fell to the floor. Groaning, he looked up to see a lanky redhead with a freckled face staring at him, looking concern. “Are you alright?” the redhead asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry said. The teenage boy looked to be around Harry’s age and vastly taller than he was. He offered a hand, which Harry took, and picked him up with ease. Surprised, Harry stumbled into the boy’s chest.
“Rather cozy, are you?” the boy chuckled. “Smell nice too. I’m Ron by the way, Ron Weasley.
“I’m Harry Potter,” Harry said. He shook Ron’s hand as he stared at the boy. He was strong, being able to easily pick Harry up as if he was just paper—but he was lanky with some muscles, a broad shoulder, and skinny arms and legs. Where was he hiding such strength?
“New huh?” Ron smiled. He was still holding Harry’s hand, as if he didn’t want to let go, or couldn’t. “You’re really going to like it here. Welcome to Hogwarts Harry.”