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WriSoMiFu - Day 5
Title: Games
Author: shadowess
Word Count: 600
Rating(s): R
Challenge: Chan Under 10
Warning(s): Chan Under 10, frottage
Summary: Harry has to walk home from primary school alone.
A/N: Written for WriSoMiFu and My Table of Warnings/Prompts can be found Here
This one took a while to write, dunno why, I had planned to do 2 ficlets today, but now it’s bed time. Also, weird that I had 2 ficlets that were exactly 600 words without me even trying to do that. Neat.


After being bullied by Dudley and his gang, Harry was forced by Aunt Petunia to walk home from primary school in the rain. Dudley had stuck his tongue out at Harry as Aunt Petunia drove past him in the car. Harry adjusted his book bag, shook the rain from his fringe and trudged through the rain.

As he was exiting from the alley between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk he noted someone leaving from Mrs. Figg’s house. The person was obviously male; he had black straggly hair and was wearing a black rain jacket.

Harry stopped when he heard the man yell at Mrs. Figg and then watched as she slammed the door in his face. Harry crept back into the alley and watched as the man banged on the door. Harry wondered why this man was bothering Mrs. Figg, she was a nice woman. The man slapped his open hand against the still closed door and rested his forehead against it for a moment. The man sighed and pushed off the door and quickly crossed the street.

Harry gulped and pressed himself against the wall of the alley as the man came around the corner.

“Damn squib, thinks she can tell me I can’t see the boy.” The man muttered as he stormed into the alley. He reached into his pocket and removed a stick and Harry gasped.

The man whipped around, his free hand flashing out to grab Harry’s jacket and push him more against the wall. A sinister smiled stretched over the man’s face and he sneered,

“Well it must be my lucky day.” He leaned forward and stuck his large nose in Harry’s hair and inhaled deeply. “You smell like your mother did after the rain.” Harry froze,

“You-you knew my mum?”

“Oh yes Harry, I knew her very well, I first met her when she was about your age. How old are you Harry?”

“I’m eight years old; I’ll be nine in July.” Harry beamed.

“Well you are almost a big boy now. Where’s your aunt, Harry?”

“Aunt Petunia told me to walk home from school today.” The man frowned down at Harry and loosened his grip on his jacket.

“In the rain all by yourself?” Harry nodded, “Well I guess that does makes you a big boy then, doesn’t it Harry?” Harry smiled up the man,

“Yes sir.”

“Do you want to play a big boy game?”

“A big boy game? Really? Yes I do!” The man stepped forward and pressed his body against Harry,

“Now Harry I want you to squirm against me.” Harry looked up at the man and pouted,

“That doesn’t sound like a fun game.”

“Oh it’s lots of fun, and if you move just right then you get a special surprise.”

“A surprise?”

“Oh yes, a very pleasurable surprise.” Harry bit his lip for a moment but quickly shrugged and began to wiggle against the man. The man gasped and threaded his fingers into Harry’s hair. Harry’s head was pulled to nuzzle into the man’s belly. Harry put his hands on the mans hips to push his face away but the man hissed,

“Keep them there Harry.”

They continued to rub together until the man moaned and stiffened against Harry. The man sighed and petted Harry’s head,

“You’re a good boy Harry; I can’t wait until you come to Hogwarts.” Harry pushed away from the man,

“That game wasn’t fun! Where is the surprise and what’s Hogwarts?” The man just smiled at Harry and then pointed the stick at him,

“You’ll find those both out when you’re older. Obliviate!”