Chapter 12: Number Four, Privet Drive

The Dursleys were eating dinner when Harry and Colin arrived.  Instead of knocking, Harry opened the door and walked in, followed by Colin.  He didn't want to take the chance that Uncle Vernon would bar the door and not let them in. 

Uncle Vernon wouldn't be happy Harry was there, much less that Colin was.  He'd forbidden Harry to have any of his magical friends over for a visit, no matter how brief.  Harry could imagine what he would say about Colin's spending the summer.

His Aunt Petunia saw them first when they walked into the dining room.  Dudley, Harry's cousin was sitting with his back to the boys.  He had gained weight and fatter than the year before; the cheeks of his buttocks overflowed his chair. 

Vernon Dursley was sitting at the head of the table, looking at his wife, who had been talking.  She stopped in mid-sentence when Harry and Colin walked in.  "Ahh...ahh," she stammered, her mouth dropping open.

Following her gaze, Vernon Dursley looked at the boys.  "Harry Potter!  You know you're not allowed to bring your...friends," he spit the word out as if he'd bitten down on something unpleasant, "to OUR house."  Our was said in such a manner that it left no doubt Harry wasn't welcomed there -- that it wasn't his home.  "He MUST leave immediately.  You're enough of a burden as it is, without your bringing any of your filthy friends to visit.  We've fed and clothed you out of the goodness of our hearts, but we won't put up with any of -- them," he said, pointing at Colin.

Harry had no idea how many times he'd heard about the sacrifice the Dursleys were making to care for him.  Actually, he had to wear Dudley's cast off hand-me-downs, which were always too big for him, and in sixteen years, they'd never bought him a birthday present. 

They'd always made him wait on them at meals, letting him eat the leftovers after they were finished; and from looking at Dudley and Uncle Vernon, one could see that they never left much.

"Uh --" said Harry.  "Colin isn't exactly visiting."

Oblivious to the insults directed at him, Colin said, "Smile," and snapped a pictures of the Dursleys with his camera.

Aunt Petunia shrieked, as if Colin had cast some curse on them, rather than just taken their picture.  Uncle Vernon jumped up out of his chair, and even Dudley put his hands up in front of his face.  "No magic," said Uncle Vernon.  Underage --" he struggled to say the next word, "wizards aren't allowed to perform magic."

"It wasn't magic," said Colin, grinning from ear to ear.  He had grown up in a muggle house.  He was apparently feeling at home.  "Want to see?" he said, pulling out the already developed photograph."

"No,"  I don't want to see.  I want him out of here," Vernon Dursley said to Harry.

"HIS name is Colin," Harry said, introducing his friend, "He's staying for the summer."

"HE IS NOT!" shouted Uncle Vernon.  "One filthy wizard --" he said the word as if he were describing something he'd found on the bottom of his shoe -- something foul and smelly, "is too much."

"You will NOT call Colin filthy again," said Harry pulling out his wand and pointing it at his uncle.

"You're underage, said Vernon Dursley.  "You can't perform magic.  They'll put you in prison."

"Let them try," said Harry.  With all the attacks by the Dark Lord's minions, underage magic was probably the least of the Ministry of Magic's worries.  "Besides, remember -- I'll be seventeen in two months and of legal age in the magical world.  Do you want to make an enemy of me?"

Sixteen years of abuse by the Dursleys was enough.  With all that had happened, Harry was determined to take no more.  He was only staying there because he's promised Dumbledore. 

"Do you want me to report this to Professor Dumbledore?"  There was no way the Dursleys would have heard he was dead; and Uncle Vernon had obviously been frightened by Dumbledore.

"But, Dumbledore's de --"  the last word turned to a squawk when Harry jabbed his elbow into Colin's ribs.  "What did you do that for?" asked Colin.  "I was just going to say --" but he shut his mouth when Harry threatened him with another jab.

"Dumbledore said Colin was to stay here," said Harry.  "He's protected by Dumbledore's spell, too."  Dumbledore, of course, had said no such thing, but Uncle Vernon couldn't very well ask Dumbledore, could he?

Uncle Dursley sputtered, but Dumbledore's name had the proper effect.  "Where will he sleep? asked Vernon Dursley.  He can't sleep in the cupboard under the stairs.  That's full."

"He'll sleep with me," said Harry.

"He'll have to sleep in your bed," said Uncle Vernon.  "I'm not buying another."

"Oh, that's all right," said Colin, smiling a patented Colin grin and pulling out a folded edition of the Daily Prophet, the one with his and Harry's pictures, "Harry and I are lovers.  We sleep together all the time.  He fucks my bum."

Having taken a drink, Aunt Petunia spewed it across the table, spraying her son.  Dudley's mouth dropped.  He opened his eyes so wide Harry thought they would pop out.  Uncle Dudley sputtered, his face glowing, first red then purple.  Harry was reminded of a volcano about to erupt.

"THAT might be acceptable behavior among -- your kind -- but not in our world -- not in my house.  I won't have that kind of behavior in my house."

"Not in front of Dudley, said Aunt Petunia.  "Dudley doesn't need to know about such things," but from the look on Dudley's face, he already knew about such things.  Harry didn't like the way he was staring at Colin.

Colin and his big mouth, anyway.  Didn't he realize there were some things one didn't want everyone to know? But then, Colin did want everyone to know Harry was his lover. 

This wasn't the first time, he'd pulled out the newspaper.  He'd showed it to Ron several times.  He hadn't told Ron -- at least not in Harry's presence -- that Harry was fucking his bum, but he had never neglected an opportunity to let Ron know he and Harry were lovers.

"I won't have it," Uncle Vernon continued.  "I won't have fags in my house.  Especially not wizard fags."

Aunt Petunia, having walked over to Dudley's chair was trying to put her hands over his ears, but he kept brushing her off.  Harry could tell he wanted to hear more. 

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't stay here," said Harry, "but I don't.  And I guess, you don't either.  Dumbledore said --" Dumbledore's name itself worked magic with Uncle Vernon, as Harry hoped it would.  Harry didn't even have to complete the sentence.

"Well I'll have none such behavior while you're in my house; but I must say, it doesn't surprise me.  I knew you'd turn out to be no good." 

Then, looking at his wife, he said, "I'm glad he's from your side of the family."

"Not MY side of the family," said Aunt Petunia, "from his Mother.  She wasn't one of us.  She was -- different.  I knew nothing good could ever come from her.  I knew HE," she said looking at Harry, "would never amount to anything."

"Don't talk about my mother," said Harry.  "I don't care what you say about me; but don't you talk about my mother."  He said it with such vehemence that Petunia Dursley shut her mouth.

Maybe Harry wouldn't amount to anything, but he was apparently the world's only hope.  If Harry couldn't stop Voldemort, no one could; and unbeknownst to the Dursleys and the rest of the muggles, they lived in Voldemort's world along with those of the wizard's community. 

Harry had sacrificed everything to save them -- not the Dursleys in particular -- but the world.  He had sacrificed his happiness, life with Ginny -- his genitals; and all that concerned them was that he might be screwing Colin.

"I won't touch Colin while I'm here," he said.

"You'd better not, boy," said Uncle Vernon.  "If any of that goes on while you're here -- Dumbledore or not -- you're out of here.  And," he added, "don't think you can get away with it.  I'll be checking on you -- boy."

And Harry knew he would.  He never had any privacy while he was at number four, Privet Drive.  Uncle Vernon might open his bedroom door at anytime, day or not.  He never knocked first.

Harry and Colin took their trunks up to Harry's room.  While they were putting their things away, Colin said, "You didn't really mean it, did you, Harry?  About not doing it, I mean?  We haven't done it since we left Hogwarts.  Why didn't you do it with me at the Weasley's?  Why couldn't I sleep you you there?  I miss it Harry.  Dennis and I tried sticking our wands up our bums, but it wasn't the same; and I had to wash off my wand afterward.  Maybe if I'd had some of that lube, my wand wouldn't have got dirty (the lube prevented the soiling of the inserted object) but I didn't have any.  Can we get some more of it, Harry?  It feels better with the lube.  We can do it while we --"

"Shut up, Colin," Harry said. As wound up as Colin was, Harry didn't think he'd ever run down  Sometimes the only way to stop Colin from talking was to put his hand over his mouth, physically keeping him from speaking.  Harry wasn't happy about the stunt Colin had pulled downstairs, showing the newspaper to Uncle Vernon.

"But --"

"Shut up, Colin."

Harry slept in his pajamas that night and made Colin sleep in his.  It wouldn't do to have Uncle Vernon come in and catch them naked.  Colin had complained.  "I don't like to wear pajamas," he had said.  Colin had slept naked since the first time he and Harry had made love, even while he was at the Weasleys, causing Mrs. Weasley to complain to Harry, "That boy hates to wear clothes.  He won't sleep in pajamas and I have to force him to put clothes on in the morning."

Before Colin had been castrated -- before he and Harry had become lovers -- no one would have seen him naked.  He'd even worn his robe when going to the showers, not taking it off until he had locked the door to his shower stall behind him.  He was the only boy who had worn his robe all the time.  The other boys, when not going to classes, had often had worn muggle clothes, but Colin, having grown up in a muggle family, had taken on all the trappings of a wizard. 

Once he assumed a role, he adopted it wholeheartedly. Now that he had assumed the role of Harry's lover, he had adopted the characteristics -- those he had in his mind -- of Harry's wanton lover. 

A lover enjoyed fucking; a lover didn't want to wear clothes; they got in the way of fucking.  It'd taken Harry a while to figure this out, surprised as he had been by the sudden change in Colin's personality, going from extreme modesty to exhibitionism.

Harry remembered how ashamed Colin had been to have Harry see him that day in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, the day he'd been castrated.  Now, he flaunted his empty crotch, seemingly proud he had no cock or nadgers.  He had his bung hole for Harry to use.  That's all he needed.  But why not?  Colin had never come when he had a penis and balls.  His first time had been with Harry's cock in his bum.  Sex to him, had nothing to do with having a penis. 

The only use he'd ever made of it was being able to pee standing up -- and, "It's not so bad," he'd told Harry, "peeing sitting down.  I just sit down and 'whoosh' -- out it goes.  My pecker always used to leak into my drawers, if I didn't shake it out good.  I don't have to worry about that anymore.  Colin was content being a eunuch -- as long as Harry fucked him.

But, they'd been at the Weasleys' for over a week and he hadn't; and they'd been at the Dursleys' for a week and he hadn't.    "Please, Harry, can't we do it?"

Harry was horny.  He loved Ginny, but would probably never fuck her again.  He would only have a cock and balls for a few more months.  Colin had a nice, arse -- a willing hole; and a tight, hot, hole was better than wanking.  Oh, he'd wanked -- even let Colin do it to him, but wanking wasn't fucking. 

Sometimes one could come close to it using a wand, but he couldn't use magic at the Dursleys.  That's why all boys learned to do it the muggle way.  They couldn't use magic while at home, and none of them were going to go all summer without an orgasm.  Now that Harry's cock and balls had been restored to normal size -- now that hormones were once again racing through his veins -- Harry couldn't go a week without wanking.

He didn't feel guilty about it, even if Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon talked as if sex were dirty and evil.  Harry knew it wasn't.  Sex was just that -- sex -- as necessary as eating or peeing. 

And this talk about gay sex being wrong didn't make any sense either.  Sure, the boys at Hogwarts had joked about it, snickering behind their hands at the ones suspected of -- or caught -- doing it.  But Colin's bum was just as sweet as Ginny's cunt.  With his eyes closed, Harry couldn't tell the difference.

So, after a week of Colin's pleading, he decided to do it.  They'd have to wait until Uncle Vernon was sound asleep.  "And you can't scream," Harry told Colin.  You can't even moan.  You have to be absolutely quiet."

"How can I do that?" asked Colin.  "I can't help making noise when I come."

"Then we can't do it," said Harry.

"I'll be quiet," said Colin, grabbing hold of Harry's cock

Harry wasn't certain he believed him, but his cock was hard.  It was difficult to think clearly with a hard cock.  "All right," said Harry, "but you have to promise to be quiet."

"I promise," said Colin.

It wouldn't go in!  They hadn't brought the bottle of Arse Fucking Lube.  It was Ron's -- and the bottle was almost empty, anyway.  Having never fucked without the Arse Lube, they hadn't realized how essential it had been. 
The Arse Lube magically enabled any size cock to fit into any size hole, without stretching out the hole.  Colin might as well have a virgin arse.  His hole was as tight as it had ever been.  Harry tried to push the head of his dick into Colin's hole, but Colin said, "Ow.  That hurts.  Why does it hurt?"

"Shh," said Harry pulling up his bottoms and rolling over away from Colin.  "Colin's cry had been loud.  Harry expected Uncle Vernon to storm into the room, thinking he'd caught them in the act.  He always looked at them in the morning as if they'd been fucking all night.

But now that Harry wanted to fuck, he couldn't.  Colin's hole was too tight.  "What's wrong?" said Colin.  "Why won't it go in?"

"The Arse Lube," said Harry.  "We don't have any Arse Lube."

"Can we buy some?" asked Colin.

"No," said Harry, smiling to himself, imagining the reaction from a shop keeper, if he walked into his store and asked for some Arse Fucking Lube, "You can't buy Arse Fucking Lube at a muggle store."

"What do the muggles use?" said Colin.  "If Mr. Dursley knows about arse fucking, then muggles must do it, too."

"Vaseline, I think," said Harry.  I've heard boys joke about using Vaseline."

"You think the Dursleys have some?"

"Yeah," said Harry.  "I've seen some in the lavatory.  It has other uses, too."

"I'll get it," said Colin, jumping out of bed.

"You don't know what it looks like," said Harry.

"I can read," said Colin.  "I'll find it." 

He ran out of the room and down the stairs.  Neither Harry or Colin was supposed to leave their room at night, but even wizard boys had to pee at night sometimes.  Still, Harry hoped he didn't wake anyone.  Coming back upstairs with a jar of Vaseline in his hand might have been difficult to explain -- difficult -- bloody hell.  It would have been impossible. 

Colin returned in a few minutes.  Harry could see the gleam of his smile in the room's faint light.  He held up a small jar.  "Is this it?" he said.

"Yes," said Harry, taking the jar of Vaseline from Colin.

"Ok --" that had recently become Colin's favorite expression.  It wasn't much used by wizards, but muggles used it.  "Let's do it."

Opening the jar of Vaseline, Harry looked inside.  What was he supposed to do?  He'd just held the Arse Fucking Lube up to Colin's arse and squeezed.  Obviously he couldn't do the same with the Vaseline.  "What are you waiting for?" said Colin, presenting his arse to Harry.

"I -- I'm not sure what to do," said Harry.  Seeing no other option, he stuck his fingers into the Vaseline.  It was greasy -- slimy -- nothing like the Arse Lube.  "I guess I have to stick it into your bum hole with my fingers."

At first, Harry could only get one finger -- his middle finger -- into Colin's arse, it was tight.  Eventually, he worked two of them in, but Colin was clearly finding it uncomfortable.  "I don't think this is going to work, Colin," he said.

"Try to do it, anyway," said Colin.

Harry eventually inserted his cock into Colin, but he had to put his hand over Colin's mouth to keep him from yelling.  If felt good -- once he got his cock in.  Colin's hole was tight and hot.  Both of them came, Harry keeping his hand over Colin's mouth for the duration of Colin's orgasm -- otherwise Uncle Vernon would have awakened for sure. 

It was good; but neither of them wanted to do it a second time that night.  Colin's hole was sore; and Harry's dick was covered with shit.  That had never happened with the Arse Lube.  They'd made a hell of a mess of the bed.  It was fortunate that Harry had to wash his own sheets.

Where could he find some Arse Lube? Harry wondered.  Zonko's Joke Shoppe would be closed for the summer.  George and Fred might carry it in their shop, but how could he order it from them? 

Oh, he could send Hedwig with a note and some money -- but he couldn't order it without their knowing he was ordering it.  They -- along with everyone else -- had read the Daily Prophet article.  If he ordered the Arse Fucking Lube from them, they would know the story was true.  Although he'd told Ginny to find someone else, he didn't want to hurt her by making it public knowledge that he was fucking Colin.