A fantasy tribute by HungYungUn
Disclaimer: This story falls under the category of fan fiction and is not meant to imply anything about the characters in the original story by JK Rowling. The plot is pure fantasy that came solely out of the mind of the author. The events described herein never happened in this or any other universe. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Beyond that the rest is total fantasy and fiction. This story does involve sexual situations between people that may be minors in your state or country. If sex bothers you, especially sex between mid-teen boys or adults witnessing teen sex, you may want to go elsewhere.
This story will hopefully wrap up around chapter 30...maybe I will do another about Harry's second year as a teacher, assuming he will come back to teach another year. Loads of thanks to all of you that have wrote in and have given me the thumbs up for this story. I really do appreciate the positive feedback and it is encouraging me to write more for you all. Comments, feedback and suggestions for the next part are welcome and can be sent to 1hungyungun@gmail.com
Harry's Closet of Secrets Part Seven
Chapter 21- Camden's Cave
Neville was starting to go into panic mode; he was muttering to himself about how he would be fired and how he would be sent to jail if something had happened to yet another PP member. Harry tried to ease his nerves by telling him that they still had a good bit of ground to cover before they gave up the search for Patrick.
"Don't worry we will find him...alive...I am sure there is a reasonable explanation for what has happened to him," said Harry patting Neville on his back
"That's right, love, don't worry. If anyone can find Patrick then Harry can," added Colin with a smile
That stopped the worrying for a little while so Neville, Harry, Ron and Colin continued to search for the missing member of Potter's Protégés.
The other teens were told to stay at the camp in case Patrick showed up. If he did turn up they were instructed to send up red sparks with Ron's wand that Harry left for the boys. If one of the boys's used their own wand the Ministry would know that they were not in the Amazon where they were supposed to be. Ron kept checking the sky in case red sparks, indicating the return of Patrick, appeared.
An hour later they were still searching and there were no red sparks from the teens.
"You know when I first found this island and decided to buy the land one of the old timers was talking to me about a cave...Camden's Cave," Harry recalled as the search party took a few moments to rest, "he told me that many years ago an old wizard, who was quite the mad hatter, had actually lived in the cave. The wizard was a bloke named Conrad Camden, so that is why it is called Camden's Cave."
"You think Patrick may have wandered off there, Harry?" asked Ron rubbing his forehead, "Why would he have gone so far inland and away from our camp?"
"It may be possible that he wandered off and got lost. The cave is a few meters farther into the island," replied Harry scratching his head, "As for why he may have went to that cave, the old timer had told me that Camden had put a charm on the cave, so people would be drawn to it. But the problem was that when the unsuspecting person meandered his way to him and the cave, Camden would kill them and then eat them. He was a cannibal and quite insane."
"Is this git still alive, Harry?" asked Ron
"No he died years ago but I bet the charm is still on that cave; the old timer told me that it was an unbreakable charm that no one has been able to remove. If Patrick wandered too far inland it may have taken hold of him. We better go have a look," said Harry getting up to continue the search
So the four of them headed towards Camden's Cave as the mid-day sun beat down on them.
When they arrived at the cave it was a bit hard to find; an overgrowth of brush was covering the entrance. The only clue that they were in the right place was a scattering of what appeared to be human bones leading to it.
To their relief they were able to find the cave's entrance and a very panicky Patrick inside.
"I am sorry, Professor," said Patrick with pleading eyes, " I woke up really early and went for a walk. All of a sudden it seemed as if an unseen force was pulling me here. When I got here I was compelled to go into the cave. When I saw there was nothing in here but bones and spiders I wanted to leave, but that's the problem. I can't leave; it is like there is an invisible wall keeping me here. And Professor, I think the air is almost gone in here; it is getting hard to breath."
Sure enough when Harry tried to enter the cave he ran into what felt like a brick wall. Ron sat down and rested his feet since his wand was back at the camp. The other three tried a variation of spells to try and remove whatever charm it was that was creating the barrier.
Time was running out; Patrick was gasping for breath as the three tried fruitlessly to remove the invisible wall. Neville was starting to panic again despite Colin's reassurances. Patrick looked whiter then he usually did; it seemed as if all the color he had was draining from his face rapidly.
Time was of the essence and Harry knew that. He had to think of a way to remove the invisible barrier. Harry knew what had to be done but he didn't know how to do it. Harry wracked his brain for a spell or some sort of solution to this potentially lethal, for Patrick, problem.
He remembered something from his talks with Professor Lupin, when Lupin was his Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, in Harry's third year. Lupin had told him that dark wizards used spells out of the ordinary- incantations and charms that certainly were not taught at Hogwarts and only known amongst the darkest of wizards. He had given him an incantation that would remove even the most stubborn dark spell. The trouble was that Harry couldn't remember the damn spell.
Harry desperately tried to remember what Lupin had said. As hard as he tried he couldn't remember the whole thing; after all it had been at least twelve years since Lupin had told him about it.
While Harry was trying to remember Patrick collapsed; apparently losing consciousness from the lack of breathable air.
"Hurry Harry," urged Neville, "that seal is eliminating all his air..."
"That's it!" shouted Harry jumping up to give Neville a big hug, "that's it mate...everyone stand back!"
Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the cave's entrance.
With a wave of his wand he yelled, "Eliminatum Confundio" and the entrance to the cave lit up. It looked like billions sparks were sizzling around the cave's entrance for a few moments. When they subsided Harry ran forward to see if the counter curse had worked.
To Harry's relief it did work; the barrier was removed and they were able to drag out the weak, but gladly still breathing, Patrick and laid him down in the warm breeze of the open air. As Patrick regained consciousness and his breathing became more regular he reached out for Harry. Harry knelt down and the boy wrapped his arms around the man who saved him.
"Thank you, sir...I am so sorry, sir," apologized Patrick again with tears in his eyes, "if you hadn't come I would have been...I would have been..."
"Don't think about that now Patrick. The important thing is that you are safe and alive and with people who love you," replied Harry trying to calm the teen, "It's not your fault ok? There was a charm on this cave so it was out of your control."
That seemed to help Patrick calm down and he and Harry lay on the ground, cuddled together for a short while, until Patrick was able to stand. Ron wasn't jealous at all; in fact, it was times like this when the real love and compassion for another human being that Harry Potter always seemed to have when things got tough, that made Ron love Harry all the more.
"You know you would have made a great dad, Harry, " said Ron giving Harry a kiss on the lips as the five of them headed back to the camp
Instead of walking back to the camp, the four of them hung on to Patrick as they apporated back to Harry's part of the island. When they arrived back the other PP members cheered and surrounded Patrick as the five of them wearily trudged back into the camp.
Harry asked Ron, Neville and Colin to look after the boys while he went to find the old timer. He had some questions about the cave that he wanted answered before he could rest. With a loud crack Harry apporated to the other side of the island and found the old wizard sitting in a chase lounge chair sipping a Pina Colada.
"Excuse me sir, I don't know if you remember me but I talked to you when I bought my share of the island..." said Harry to the aged wizard
"Of course I remember you, everyone knows Harry Potter, you are a legend son," smiled the old man sitting up to properly talk to Harry, "what can I do for you today?"
"Well do you remember telling me about Camden's Cave?"
"Sure do...did you get dragged into that snake pit?"
"No I didn't, I was just curious about something. Do you know if Camden put a charm on the cave so it seals a person in there; perhaps creating an invisible wall?"
The old man ran his hand through his beard apparently taking some time to jar his aged memory.
Finally he shook his head and answered Harry.
"I don't think he did that, son. Newcomers are always being lured to that cave. They get there and want to leave right away. Once they see the bones and spiders most want to get the hell out as soon as they can. I can't recall anyone ever being trapped in there. Camden would catch his prey outside of the cave so it wouldn't make sense for him to put up a barrier charm that would have trapped him in his own house, so to speak."
Harry's gut had told him as much but he was glad to have it confirmed by the old and wizened wizard.
Harry thanked the old-timer and then apporated back to the camp.
All through the afternoon and into dinner Patrick kept apologizing to Harry who insisted that it was no longer necessary; it wasn't Patrick's fault that a charm lured him to that cave. Harry shared with Patrick everything the old timer had told him about the cave...all except the fact that there had never been a barrier charm on the cave...at least not one put on by Camden.
Considering the voice Patrick had heard by the lake shack a few week's back Harry thought it was best not to allude to the fact that someone may have actually been trying to kill Patrick. There was no point in putting the boy into panic mode again now that he was back and safe with the group.
The teens had decided to celebrate the fact that Patrick made it back safely by reprising the "director game" they had played the night before with the adults. Harry and the other adults let the boys have their fun while they reviewed the day's event in Harry's tent.
"I didn't tell Patrick what the old timer told me, " said Harry to his friends, "there's no point in worrying the boy."
"But you are worried, Harry, I can tell," said Colin
"Yes I am because there have been several curious and strange things that have happened since we started this group. Things that, individually, make absolutely no sense at all."
"Why don't we try reviewing them, Harry?" asked Ron trying to be helpful
"Alright, well let's see. The first odd thing was Angelo; the way he was draped in a black robe and hooded still bothers me to this day..." started Harry
"Me too," said Neville somberly
Even though Neville had let go of the self-blame any talk of Angelo's death brought back painful memories. Harry had forgotten that and felt bad as he put his arm around Neville's shoulders, "Sorry about drudging that up again, mate"
"It's ok, Harry," said Neville a bit more brightly, "you are right though...that was very strange indeed."
"Then there is the story Patrick told me about the voice by the shack that said `that one is next'. I agreed with Dumbledore that it was just a random ghost echo but now I am not so sure, considering what I heard last night."
"What did you hear last night? " asked Ron curiously
"Well you and Patrick were asleep and a voice was whispering the same thing over and over...it kept saying...'the odd will be even'. Then we find Patrick trapped in a cave and near suffocation; a cave that normally does not have a barrier charm on it. It all seems weird."
"If the worst happened," piped in Neville, "you know, if we didn't get to Patrick in time we would have been going back to Hogwarts with ten living boys and one dead one. We started out with an odd number of boys- eleven...we would have had a total of ten...an even number of boys if we didn't save Patrick. Maybe that is what the whispering voice you heard meant and the voice by the lake shack was directed towards Patrick."
"Do you really think someone is deliberately trying to kill off the members of the PP?" asked Colin
"It seems as if that is exactly what they are trying to do. There are just too many coincidences for this not to be real. So let's assume the worst and that someone is out to get the boys, for whatever reason. We now know what they are doing. What we have to find out is how and why it is being done and who is behind it all."
They all agreed to keep these horrifying realizations to themselves. They didn't want to worry or panic the boys, so they left Harry's tent and put on faces that hid the truth that they all knew was for real.
Someone or something was trying to kill, one by one, the gay teens that made up the group known as Potter's Protégés.
If it was the last thing he would do, Harry vowed to find the culprit before he or she could strike again. They lucked out with Patrick; perhaps they would not be so lucky the next time.
The adults put barrier charms on the student's tents when everyone retired for the night just for safekeeping. In the morning, they were heading back to the school, and Harry wanted to be certain he returned with the number he had left with two days ago.
Chapter 22- Hard As Wood
The entire group had arrived back safely and fortunately there were no more strange occurrences for the following two weeks. Harry was thankful of that. It was getting close to exam time so his schedule was quite busy.
As the month of May was coming to a close there were no more unusual incidences at Hogwarts. In some ways that was a relief to Harry and Neville but in other ways it was frustrating; there were no new clues to help them sort out why, a few weeks ago, a second member of Potter's Protégés was almost killed.
Harry was glad for the weekend's distraction; it had been a busy couple of weeks for the staff with the end of term exams weeks away. Today was the final Quidditch match of the season and Harry, Ron, Neville and Colin were enjoying the warm breeze that was blowing through the staff bleacher box.
"This should be a good match Harry," said Ron, "if Gryfindor wins you all get the cup!"
"Finally," said a voice behind them, "it's only took ten years!"
All of them turned around and were surprised to see Harry's former Quidditch captain Oliver Wood.
"Wood!," exclaimed Harry, "great to see you mate."
"Good to see you as well Professor. Who would have thought that my Seeker would be a teacher and the head of Gryfindor House to boot!" said Wood grasping Harry's shoulder tightly
After the match and the eventual Gryfindor win everyone went to the Gryfindor Common Room for a celebration. Later that night both the adults and the students had their own celebrations.
The members of the PP had their own celebration that broke a couple of school rules- if anyone but Harry found out about it. In retrospect Harry had to laugh but at the time, when he found out about it, he was fit to be tied.
A couple of the members had found out about the Oyster Charm- a charm that acted like an aphrodisiac on people. It basically took away all inhibitions and rendered the person it was cast on helpless and subject to suggestion. Apparently the boys thought it would be fun to use this charm, in combination with a minor memory charm to, in the words of Alan Keyes, get "some of the hotties that they normally couldn't get". That being straight boys that were extremely cute but when not under the charms not interested in anything that had to do with male on male sex.
From what Harry was told, the older members of PP had put the charms on a couple of fourth year Hufflepuff twins. The Isley twins were stunningly beautiful. They had curly blond hair with big, expressive blue eyes. They were perfect in every way except for one thing- they both were very, very straight. Any female at the school considered herself blessed to have a few intimate moments alone with one or both of the twins.
Under the guise of a secret Mead party the twins were lured to the shack by the lake. When they arrived they were blasted with the Oyster Charm and their immediate decision, once they saw that there were no females there, to leave disappeared. The Mead flowed and as it did the twins had loosened up.
Alan and Patrick started playing a game that involved dares and, under the charm, the twins soon joined in.
"Ok I dare the twins to kiss...like lovers," said Patrick winking at Alan
Totally compliant because of the affect of the Mead and the charm the Isley twins locked lips in a passionate kiss. They stayed lip locked for longer then anyone expected; their tongues exploring each other's warm young mouths.
"I think they have done this before," whispered Alan in Patrick's ear
When the twins came up for air Ian Isley took his turn and dared Alan
"I want to see you get Patrick hard" said Ian rubbing his crotch
That wasn't a hard task for Alan. Patrick was already hard but Alan's lips around his cock made him harder. The twins started to rub each other's crotches as they watched Alan take the whole of Patrick- right down to his generous patch of red pubes. The other PP members started to do the same; each with there boyfriend groping and squeezing each other's hardons.
When Alan had brought Patrick close to orgasm he stopped.
"OK my turn," said Patrick looking lustfully at the twins, "you two strip each other and jerk each other's cocks"
The twins obeyed and presented the PP members with surprisingly fit bodies for two 14 year olds. Golden blond pubes formed identical small triangles around a set of low hanging balls that supported two identical teen hardons. The heads of their cocks peaked out of their foreskins as they both slowly stroked their 6-inch teenage wood.
That was enough to get everyone's attention. The rest of the boys circled around the twins as the put on a show. They went from mutually jacking each other 69ing each other. Ian Isley was on top of his brother Issac; his beautiful round and firm ass was winking at Patrick. Boldly Patrick went close and started to lick Ian's butt cheeks until he came to a small, pink puckered hole. When he stuck his tongue in Ian moaned and began grinding his ass into Patrick's probing tongue.
Eventually Alan and Patrick fucked the virgin butts of the Isley twins until everyone shot generous loads of teen cum.
"I should have given them all detention for using that charm but I decided to let it go with a warning," said Harry to Ron, Neville and Colin.
They were hanging out at Ron's flat waiting for Oliver Wood to arrive. Finally after a half hour Oliver was at Ron's door.
They all sat around and talked about old Hogwarts times. After midnight they all were a bit sleepy and they retired to their rooms. The best Ron could offer Oliver was the pull out bed that they set up in the lounge.
In Harry's bedroom Ron was feeling a bit frisky. He eased the covers off of Harry and started slowly sucking Harry's cock. Apparently Oliver had extremely good hearing because as he laid in the silence of the lounge he heard the sound of sex coming out of both the bedrooms. He quietly got up and walked over to Harry and Ron's door.
Since it was an older flat the doors had the old-fashioned skeleton key holes. Oliver bent down and peered through the keyhole. He was taken aback as he had a bird's eye view of Ron Weasley languidly sucking the entire length of Harry Potter's cock. Oliver's dick sprang to attention and poked out the hole of his boxers. After a few minutes Ron moved off of Harry's cock and it looked as if he was about to get up.
Oliver quickly raised his head from the keyhole, forgetting that the crystal doorknob was there, and banged his head with a loud thump. Harry grabbed his wand off the bedside table and silently did the incantation that made the door instantly fly open.
There before them was Oliver Wood, with his "wood" sticking straight out of the hole of his boxers.
Harry got up and walked over to Wood who looked horrified now that he had been caught. Harry reached down and led Wood into to the room while getting a firm grip on his cock.
"I'm sorry Harry...I was just...," stammered Oliver
"I guess this means you are gay or bi as well," said Harry stroking Wood's cock
"Bi I guess' said Wood breathlessly
"Brilliant" added Ron who came up behind Oliver
They all moved as one back to the bed. Harry had Oliver lay down on his back as he and Ron went to work on every inch of Oliver Wood's body. It was nearly as perfect as it was when they were in school. His abs were still tight and his bushy brown pubes created a nest for his fat cock and his nice sized balls. Harry was working on Oliver's balls while Ron was sucking the whole of Oliver's dick.
Wood tapped Harry on the shoulder and motioned for him to come up close to him.
"You know, when we were kids, I used to jerk off thinking about doing stuff with you," said Oliver with a wink, "let me have a taste of that, eh?"
Harry got the hint and began face-fucking Oliver while Ron continued to work on Wood's wood. Eventually Harry lay back down and took Ron into his mouth.
" I want to watch you two fuck," said Wood stroking his cock
"All right mate you are the guest" said Ron as he greased up his ass.
Ron sat down on Harry's cock and began bouncing up and down on it. They eventually changed positions and decided to spoon. Laying side-by-side Harry slammed into Ron's ass forcing precum to leak all over the sheets. After some more time Wood announced that he was ready to cum and showered both Harry and Ron with a generous load. Harry blasted off into Ron's warm ass while Ron aimed his cock and shot all over the kneeling Oliver Wood.
After they all caught there breath Wood gave Harry and Ron a kiss and got up to leave the room.
With a wink he said, "I'll have to go give Colin and Neville the same surprise in the morning"
All three got a good laugh over that as Wood left the room.
"Well it goes to show," said Harry as he was cuddling with Ron and preparing to sleep, " you never know what surprises life will bring"
"Yes, and no wonder people called him Woody. He stayed stiff as petrified wood the whole time" said Ron licking his lips
With that they drifted off to sleep, happy that they were able to help another friend come out of their own private closet of secrets.
Chapter 23- Swept Away
As exams approached the members of PP didn't meet as often and all seemed tense with all the studying that they had to do before their end of the year tests. The Isley twins, since they outed themselves as bi when they were put under the Oyster Charm, were invited to join Potter's Protégés, which pleased the other eleven members.
Harry remained close to Patrick and Sam Chang; for some reason he felt a strong bond to those two boys. It was Sam Chang that arrived at Harry's door several days before the start of exams.
"Hiya Sam. What brings you around tonight?" asked Harry surprised to see Sam at ten o'clock at night
"I can't sleep, sir," said Sam sadly," I have a lot on my mind."
"Why don't you come in then and we can have a sit down and chat"
Sam followed Harry to the loveseat and heaved a small sigh.
"I just have been thinking about my parents, sir"
"Well you will see them in a few weeks. What is the matter? Do you miss them?"
"No it's not that. The truth is that they are very traditional Chinese people. I am worried about how I am going to tell them that their only son, the boy they raised to carry on the family name is a fairy and likes dicks better then females. I want to see Lonnie over the summer break but what if they figure out that we are more then best mates?"
Harry suddenly understood what the problem was. Sam wanted to be honest with his parents; he was an exceptionally honest and forthright young man. He was afraid to be honest with his parents. What a shame, thought Harry, that teens like Sam have to depend on non-family members to understand and accept them when their own families won't. Sam was afraid of the inevitable rejection he would get from shortsighted and selfish parents; the same rejection most gay teens in the Muggle and wizarding world received.
"First of all Sam," started Harry," I know that you like being honest with everybody but when it comes to this sort of thing it is best that you wait until you are of age if you can. I know it is horrible. All gay teens should be free to be who they are and not have to fear parents or friends rejecting them but sadly that is the way the world works now."
"You think I should lie to them, when they ask about girlfriends and such?" asked Sam surprised a teacher was encouraging him to be less then honest
"Normally I wouldn't tell a student to lie but in this case it may be prudent. There is no sense in making things worse at home then they have to be. It's only a couple of months on break, then you will be back here at Hogwarts."
"That makes sense, sir," said Sam reaching over to give Harry a hug, " I just wish you were my dad"
"Well," said Harry accepting Sam's embrace, "If I was I would have been nine years old when I made you. Even wizard boys can't do that!"
Sam continued to hug Harry and positioned himself on Harry's lap. Harry had answered his door in his running shorts so there wasn't much between Sam's bubble butt and Harry's crotch. The way Sam was wiggling around on his lap got a literal rise out of Harry. Sam seemed to have noticed it because Harry swore that the teen was grinding his ass into Harry's lengthening cock.
Becoming bolder, Sam reached down under his ass and grabbed a good handful of Harry's hardon. Harry jumped up nearly knocking Sam to the floor.
"I don't think that is a good idea Sam," muttered Harry nervously
"Why, sir?" asked Sam was a look of disappointment on his face
"It's not that I don't think you are beautiful, admittedly I do, but you are my student. Besides how would Lonnie and Ron feel if they knew we cheated on them?"
"I just want to give you something special, sir, a special thank you for always being there for me," said Sam pleading his case
"I understand Sam but don't get into the habit of using sex or your body as a thank you card, especially for older blokes. Seeing you happy and well adjusted is all the thanks I need"
Harry's head heard the words he was saying but his cock wasn't. It was quite obvious that Sam's wasn't listening either.
"I think we better call it a night Sam before we both go where we both don't need to go."
"OK. Sir you are right. Sometimes my hormones get the best of me"
Harry gave Sam a hug and then sent him on his way. Harry shut out his lights and retired to the coziness of his bed. As he lay there the memory of Sam's soft ass grinding on his cock would not leave Harry alone. With a sigh Harry pulled down his shorts and proceeded to take care of the problem that wouldn't go down. Visions of he, Lonnie, Sam and Ron in one bed made his whole body tingle. It seemed like a hot scenario but it was so wrong. Or was it?
Harry concentrated on the stroking, bucking his hips up and down as he shot a generous load all over his belly and chest. After a cleanup he fell fast asleep and didn't wake up until he heard a loud, persistent knock at the door.
Harry got up reluctantly and ambled towards his door.
"Who the hell is bothering me now?" thought Harry hazily
It was Saturday morning; the one-day that Harry could sleep in late. He checked his watch and saw that it was already 9:12 am. When Harry opened the door a quite pale looking Neville was at the door.
"Harry you need to come quick. Something awful has happened again."
Harry quickly got dressed and then followed Neville to McGonagall's office.
Once inside he was greeted with a collection of very somber faces.
"Harry, there has been an accident," said McGonagall squeezing Harry's shoulder
"An accident? Who had an accident?" replied Harry suddenly alarmed
"Apparently some of your PP students were taking advantage of the Quidditch off season and were flying in a practice match. From what the other students told me they were flying high and Sam Chang was chasing the snitch. It seemed, to the students, that a fierce wind came out of no where and Sam was swept away," informed McGonagall
"Swept away? Was he hurt...where is Sam...in the hospital wing?"
"No, Harry," said Neville sadly, "when the wind came it blew him off his broom. None of the students knew the `arresto momentum" charm so Sam fell. As he came down he met up with the Womping Willow...Harry...it snapped his back...there was nothing Madame Pomfrey could do."
Harry sat silently in shock for a few minutes. He didn't know whether he wanted to cry, scream or simply explode. Finally he was able to put his thoughts together as he got up to leave.
"Is he still alive?"
"Only just Harry, he is at St. Mungos," said Neville
"Then I must go there; Neville will you join me? Minerva would you mind updating the Gryffindors?"
"I will take care of that; you and Neville go to St. Mungos Harry. Sam's parents should be arriving there soon."
Harry and Neville left McGonagall's office and headed for the gates of the school. Once outside the gates they were able to apporate and in a flash were on their way to St. Mungos. When they appeared in the hospital lobby Harry allowed himself a few moments to think. After a few minutes of deep thought he turned to face Neville.
"This was no accident, Neville" said Harry firmly
"I know, Harry...I know," agreed Neville as they headed towards the ward where the close to death and paralyzed Sam Chang was hanging on by a thread.
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