Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 03:58:24 +0000
From: Logan Rollins <loganrollins@hotmail.com>
Subject: Harry Potter and the Wand of Flesh

With the release of Harry Potter's first movie, I thought it might be fun
to recount some of Harry's adventures that you won't see (but would
probably like to) in the published books.  Of course, all characters, place
names, etc, are copyright by JK Rowling and Scholastic Books, but I don't
think she'll be coming in here telling me to stop.  This story involves
minor and sex, so if you are underage or in a place where it's illegal to
read this kind of thing, you should probably stop now.  I warned you.
__________


Harry Potter and the Wand of Flesh

	Harry sat alone in the Griffyndor common room staring at his Potions 
homework.  Eleven years old, in his first year at Hogwart's Academy of 
Witchcraft and Wizardry, he found himself a little overwhelmed by the work 
in front of him.  He couldn't figure out why Professor Snape had it in for 
him, but he would have to do his best.
	Suddenly Harry's new best friend, Ron Weasley, burst into the room, all red 
hair and energy, his face flush with excitement.  "Harry, Harry, you won't 
believe it, I've discovered something really neat I can do with my wand."
	"You don't know how to do anything with your wand," Harry said, looking up 
from his homework.
	"I do now," Ron said, giving Harry a sly look.  "You want to see?"
	"Not right now, I've got homework to do."
	"But you need to see this.  It's really wicked.  I'll show you how to do 
it, too, and you'll really like it."
	"But..."
	"Come on, Harry."
	"All right," Harry said.  "I suppose I can take a few minutes.  So show 
me."
	"Not here.  We have to go into the dormitory room," Ron said, already 
moving in that direction.
	"Why?"
	"Trust me," Ron said with a sly smile.
	Sighing, Harry sat his homework aside and following Ron into the room.  He 
sat on his bed while Ron closed and locked the door.  "Don't want anybody 
coming in?" the red-headed boy said, much to Harry's puzzlement.
	Harry became even more puzzled when reached up with his hands and began 
pulling his Hogwart's robe over his head.  "What are you doing?"
	"I should think that was obvious," Ron said as his robe fell to the floor.  
"I'm getting undressed."
	"Why do you have to get undressed to use your wand?"
	"Because, daft boy, I'm not talking about this wand," Ron said, holding up 
his wooden spell stick.  "I'm talking about this wand." He pointed at his 
black pants, to the area between his legs.
	Harry blushed.  "What can you do with that 'wand' besides pee?"
	"Something wicked," Ron said.  He slid off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants, 
and stepped out of them.  He now stood in the dorm room wearing nothing but 
his read hair and underwear.  Harry noticed the underwear sort of stood out 
at the center, as if something was pushing them away from Ron's body.  Harry 
blushed more.  Though they were best friends, he had never seen Ron naked, 
although the idea set up a strange, warm sensation at the bottom of his 
stomach.
	"Ready?" Ron said.
	"I guess," Harry answered.
	Ron slid down the underwear, revealing his boy sized "wand."  Perhaps three 
inches long and slender, it stood straight out from his hairless body, the 
sack underneath tight and small.
	"What's the big deal?" Harry asked, surprisingly disappointed something 
special hadn't happened.  "Mine does that sometimes, though I don't know 
why."  He didn't bother to add that it was starting to do that very thing 
now, and he still didn't know why.
	"It does it because it's getting you ready," Ron said.  He reached into one 
of his robe pockets and pulled out a bottle of Floob Lube.  "I snuck this 
out of Snape's office," he said, squirting some onto his hand.  He lay down 
on his bed and said, "Come over and watch."
	Now fascinated, Harry stood up and walked over, his own wand pressing 
against his underwear.
	Ron wrapped the lube-covered hand around his wand, engulfing it, and began 
moving his hand up and down.
	"What are you doing?" Harry asked, eyes wide behind his round glasses.
	"Magic," Ron whispered.  "It feels cool wicked."  He continued his rhythmic 
stroking, his body shifting on the bed.  Harry continued watching, uncertain 
what was happening but knowing it was utterly entrancing.
	After about two minutes, Ron let out a whispery moan.  His hand stopped 
momentarily and he said, "It's happening," in a choked voice.  His whole 
body started shuttering and his hand began moving rapidly.  His breath came 
in gasps and his hips bucked as he thrust his wand into his hand.  Ten 
seconds later, he lay still, his eyes glazed and his breathing harsh.
	"What happened?" Harry asked.
	"I don't know," Ron said, his eyes coming into focus, "but it's the best 
thing you'll ever feel.  You should try it."
	"Okay," Harry said, homework completely forgotten.  He pulled off robe, 
shoes, pants, and underwear, eager to try this new "magic trick."
	"Scoot over," he told Ron, lying down next to his friend.  Harry's wand lay 
against his stomach, hard as a tree branch, as long as Ron's, but thicker, 
the tip a dark pink.  A thin lightning bolt-shaped scar ran from the middle 
to the base.
	"Wow," Ron said, "and I thought you only had that on your head."
	Harry picked up the tube of Floob Lube.  "How much?"
	"Just a little squirt."
	Harry poured a dab of the cool gel into his palm.  Copying Ron's earlier 
motions, he wrapped his hand around his wand and moved it up and down.  
Almost instantly he was hit by how wonderful it felt.  A warm shudder ran 
from his wand through his body each time his hand moved, a prickly sensation 
of delight.  "This is wonderful."
	"Keep going," Ron said, smiling.  "It gets better."
	Harry didn't know how it could, but the sensations he felt now were enough 
to keep him going.  His hand continued moving, the shudders continued 
dancing.
	Without warning, something seized at the base of his wand, an ecstatic 
feeling of warm electricity.  It centered at the base of his tiny sack and 
expanded outward, striking at every nerve.  "Ah," Harry muttered.
	"Keep going," Ron said, eyes dancing.  "You're almost there."
	Harry continued stroking.  Suddenly, a dart of pure pleasure shot from his 
wand, up his spine, and into his head, where it exploded in a wave of 
numbing delight.  It rolled back down through his body and his hand moved on 
its own, stroking his wand as more waves ran over him, his hips bucking as 
they sought as much pleasure possible.  Harry had to moan to keep from 
passing out.
	Slowly the feelings subsided and Harry lay much as Ron had, bleary eyed and 
exhausted.  Never in his life had he thought there could be such joy.  He 
looked at Ron and smiled.  "Thank you.  You really are my best friend."
	Ron smiled back.  "I couldn't keep that one to myself.  I just figured it 
out a little while ago in the bathroom and I had to come tell you.  And 
you're the only one I'm going to tell.  Let the others figure it out 
themselves."
	Harry sighed.  "Well, I better get back to my stupid homework.  But I think 
I'm going to be doing that a lot."
	With a grin, Ron said, "We should do it together something.  That would be 
fun."
	"Yes, it would," Harry agreed, and they both stood and got dressed.

				The End

Would you like to read more of Harry's adventures?  Email me at 
loganrollins@hotmail.com and let me know.  I'll be happy to write them.