Alice's Wonderland - NC17

Harry sighed as he walked the lonely, quiet hallways of St Mungo's. It had been a long month, really. The few death eaters that had escaped Voldemort's death were causing chaos about Britain and though they were small in numbers they did quite a bit of damage. Being a small group, they were difficult to catch and harder to track. But for being small, they left many victims behind. The hospital was now beginning to fill with patients, muggle and otherwise. Some had been healed, thankfully, and were recovering nicely. But others had turned out like the Longbottoms. Some even worse, being unable to move or speak but entirely sane. Every nerve in their bodies was dead or dying. Not for the first time, Harry wished he had pursued his original dream of becoming an auror. Or perhaps simply living off his vast wealth; he did own a sizeable land in many countries after all. If his math skill was up to par, he suspected he even owned a third of Britain.

Running a hand over his white and read healer's robes, he idly stalked the shadowy halls, robes billowing behind him in a very Slytherin manner. He smiled a friendly smile towards Marie behind the reception desk on the floor as he stopped to pick up a few charts. He couldn't simply stalk the corridors all night. He'd rapidly grow bored, he had found by trial and error. Might as well do some work.

“Hello, Harry,” Marie smile prettily, blushing a pretty pink.

“Marie,” His silk but tired voice greeted back.

“Dinner was lovely, last night.” Her blush darkened a hair, as her eyes twinkled happily. “Perhaps we could get together again sometime.”

Harry smiled down at her, a little pleased with himself. Perhaps slaving about the kitchen for those irritating, fat and useless muggles he was related to did have some use after all. “Perhaps,” he agreed. “Maybe get a little more acquainted,” he suggested, placing a hand softly on hers.

She giggled her little girlish giggle, still a soft pink in the face as her frightfully blue eyes scrunched in delight. “That would be lovely.”

Sliding away from the desk, he felt satisfied. The twenty three year old woman was certainly a looker and for most of his time at the hospital he had wanted to have a bit of fun with her. He, himself, was only nineteen. He felt he was allowed a bit of hormonal co-worker sex if he desired. Twas a crime against nature to deny the urge. And that tight little tush of hers and the way she would swish it about, you couldn't not desire her.

And a relieving bit of fundament it would be, considering he was now six months copulation free. It wasn't helping his stress level any. Decongesting the weasel in a hospital closet only helped so much and the nearly sixteen hours of work a day as of late was tiring. It felt to him like he was working twenty hours a day. It would be nice to have a partner in crime again. Even Pansy and Millicent would suffice at the moment. Harry realized he was desperate, of course, but he had no intention of mentioning this aloud. Marie was willing anyway, it seemed.

Sighing again as he adjusted his slowly tightening trousers, he went about his schedule. First stop was a young girl, ten by the charts information. Little Annie was a muggle girl from a few miles south of London who had been unfortunate enough to pick up a cursed ring. She had been in incomprehensible pain for several days while at the muggle hospital. A doctor with a child in Hogwarts recognized some of the symptoms and contacted them and within the hour the child was here with her parents.

He gave them a soft, tapping knock to warn them of his entry before opening the door. “Good evening, Annie.” His voice was bright and cheerful. “Mr. and Mrs. Copperpot.”

“Hello Dr. Potter!” the small blonde child said happily, bouncing slightly in the bed. Her mother tried vainly to calm the active child.

“How are you feeling today?” He asked, tilting her head one way then other, looking deeply into each eye, pretending to know what he was doing. For good measure - on his clipboard - he jotted 'Still blue.'

“Great,” the child answered, twitching as he glanced over her. He smiled, mentally musing about how annoying child patients were. He was never this hyper and bouncy was he? He looked over at Mrs. Copperpot when he had finished.

“Any odd reactions in her attitude this evening or pain remerging?” He asked.

The woman flicked her light hair over her shoulder, looking as nervous as always. “No, not that we have noticed.”

He smiled reassuringly at the young mother. “Wonderful.” He pulled a sleep potion from his pocket and handed it to her. “Have her drink this in one hour. It will cause drowsiness but little other side effects. Annie will be released in the morning, if you have no problems with that.” The parents eagerly shook their heads, ready to leave already. He smiled at them, conjuring a lollipop in his pocket and producing it for the girl. “Do behave, Annie,” he called as he turned to leave.

He knew he shouldn't have given her the candy, but what did it hurt? While it didn't hurt to eat conjured food, it certainly was frowned upon. It was simply dead weight. There was nothing in it that real food provided. It simply passed straight through the system. Much better than the real candies hopped up with far too much sugar. Besides, the family was to be obliviated once they were released as it was. No harm no foul, he thought.

The next two patients weren't as bad. Tracey Smith was a young boy of around fourteen. The black haired boy was a pureblood from Hogsmeade who had been cursed as a portkey was used to evacuate his home. His arm had fallen off as well as his leg. It was a similar injury to splinching. It was similar to the same process to reattach as well, but more difficult. He had been here three days to ensure the procedure would hold.

Celestia World was his second to last patient. She was an auror of nearly forty now. She was a grumpy woman but that was to be expected. She was being treated for cruciatus effects and the loss of her off hand in a duel. Harry didn't dislike her, but there wasn't much to like about her either. She wanted things her way then and there or never at all. She hadn't caused any trouble yet, but Harry felt it was only a matter of time before she did. She would be here another entire week before anyone considered releasing her.

All that was left was Alice Longbottom. Her room was cool when he entered to find her standing by a window. He had remembered the picture of her Moody had shown him what seemed like decades ago. The witch before him couldn't look more different from the plump faced witch he had seen. She was thin and worn in the face and her eyes seemed a bit too big for her, a lot like Luna's did. She looked at him timidly as he entered, clutching her nightdress about her like a child.

When he closed the door and turned to her, he couldn't help it when his breath caught in his throat. In a rather childish way she had bundled her nightdress about her chest, exposing her smooth legs. The shy manner she used stirred something in him he couldn't ignore. She flopped on her bed, staring demurely up at him when he approached. Her white and wispy hair fell back over her shoulders as she looked up.

“Hello, Alice,” he greeted in a choked voice. “Time for your potions again.” She seemed to hum a note as she stared with blank demureness. Uncorking the bottle, he pressed it to her soft pinkish lips, which obediently wrapped around and swallowed the thick liquid as it slid down her throat.

Harry couldn't help but find it a bit erotic, the way she drank the potion. Or the modesty she radiated, though she was exposing most of her soft, thin thighs to him. They were enticing, he noted, as were her pouting lips. And the longer he stood their, admiring her, it seemed the more of her nightdress she rolled up. It seemed to him to be some sort of invitation. But he had taken an oath when he started his job never to take advantage of his patients, hadn't he?

“But is it really taking advantage if they offer?” The annoying voice that usually led to trouble pondered. No, he supposed.

“You really shouldn't do that, Alice,” he told her gently, pulling the garment from her hands and straightening it for her. The first thing she did though was gather it back up like a teddy.

“See! She is offering!” The voice chimed again but he batted it away again and straightened her thin cotton dress once more. She muttered in a quiet slightly angry tone as she once more gathered them up about her. Harry froze momentarily as she all but uncovered her lower section. She was still mostly hidden, but he thought he could see the whites of her knickers from beneath the white cotton garment she wore.

The painful erection, the stress and the lack of a partner had simply gotten to be too much for him, he suspected. But here was a woman, revealing herself to him. Slowly, he drew down his fly, pulling his full erection from beneath his boxers and trousers. Alice's eyes seemed to focus on it immediately before flying back up at him. She hadn't flinched away as she had with many healers, and to his slightly hormonal mind, it seemed a positive reaction.

He positioned himself directly in front of the white haired woman of forty as he gently pressed his cock against her lips. As with the potion she obediently wrapped her lips round its tip, a gentle suction emanating from her mouth. With a gentle shove, he pushed into her mouth until she seemed to gag, before pulling back. Her damp mouth was heaven to him after six mouths. He savoured the feel of the gentle suck and rocked in and out slowly. Before long the pleasure of it was wearing off and he wanted release. Faster he went, his fingers mixing in her white hair. As he pushed forward he would pull her head down to meet him. She seemed to be enjoying it, he thought, as her gentle hums came more frequently. Faster again he went, pushing base deep into her, frustrated that the gentle suck and feel of her damp lips wasn't bringing him off. He grunted in frustration as he stopped with his head just behind her lips and raised his hand to his shaft. With gusto he finished himself, spilling his smooth liquid into her waiting mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed it and he pulled out, wiping the trailing semen on her lips as he did.

Harry panted slightly, looking at her mussed up white hair as he brushed the sweat from his brow. Semen trailed down her chin from her lip as she stared at him. It had frustrated him slightly to finish the way he did, but some of his edge was gone now. And with her white knickers still showing, he couldn't help himself. He pushed her thighs apart as he kneeled before her, pulling them off. She didn't resist as he did so, humming still. The hair that capped her muff seemed to have turned white as well. He ventured a soft poke and prod of his finger before plunging one completely into her honeypot. Slowly he worked in and out of her, her humming momentarily turning into a gasping breath. Her sweet smelling fluids coated his fingers as he worked her more.

Growing a bit more daring, he pressed his tongue against her, tasting her nectar as his fingers dove in and out. She had a slightly bitter taste, but not unpleasant. Gently he suckled her folds, nipping at them softly. His tongue rolled gently over her clit as well, pressing and flicking gently. His erection had returned sometime between when he started and when her pussy began secreting her love. Her bum glistened from the light that reflected off the fluids running down from her garden.

With the same gentleness he treated his child patients with, Harry rolled Alice so that she was kneeling over the side of the bed as he approached from behind. “Don't worry, luv, I'll be gentle,” he promised as he pressed his flesh into her lips, penetrating softly into her beaver. Alice let out a gasping breath as he slid out and in, slowly at first.

Harry was enjoying her feel, to be honest. She was tighter than anyone he had fucked in ages. He simply had to saver her feeling. He simply couldn't bring himself to orgasm so soon after discovering her, so he settled for a slow and steady pace. Her humming seemed to have turned into a choked sort of bird song as he filled her. It was kind of attractive, he thought. And the slick feel of her skin against him built a desire he hadn't felt in a long time.

The desire took over soon enough, however, and he was pounding into her flesh as hard and fast as he could muster. The room filled with a wet slapping as her bum and thighs shook from the impact of his thrusts. Her choked call came quicker and quicker and she suddenly became even tighter and wetter. Harry assumed she had achieved orgasm. Rather rude, he thought, that she hadn't waited on him or warned him.

The thought only lasted a moment as he felt his own climax coming. There were also the voices growing steadily louder outside the door. Vainly he tried to finish himself quicker, unwilling to waste all of his work to suffer from a lack of release. Muffled, the voices sounded right outside the door and true enough he could see two silhouettes. After a moment of conversation in which he came closer, but not gaining orgasm, one figure had left. He thought it was Marie, but he couldn't be sure. The other lingered a moment before the door started opening.

From across the room, Harry looked up to see Neville Longbottom enter. “Harry,” Neville spluttered a moment. “.. What…” He looked shocked, appalled, and angry all at once. “What the fuck?! What the hell are you doing?!”

Harry opened his mouth to say something when his body shuddered and he climaxed directly into Alice's waiting twat. Neville's eyes narrowed in disgust as Harry flushed with embarrassment, pulling himself free and putting all his parts away.

“Well you see, Neville,” he began slowly, “When a man and a woman love one another very much, they do things like kissing and making love.” It was utterly pathetic and the first thing that came to mind. He hadn't expected to give anyone the talk at this age, let alone to someone a few minutes older than himself.

Neville gaped, looked at his mother than back at Harry. “Wh… I… ARRGH!” He screamed inarticulately while leaping at Harry, fists raised. On pure instinct, Harry pushed the fist down as he leaped to one side. Neville attacked again, and Harry retaliated this time, landing a square hit to Longbottom's jaw.

Meanwhile, Alice had sat up from her previous position and blinked. She was sore and missing her knickers, from the feel of it. She was rather wet as well, and seemed to be leaking fluid from her hole. She also seemed to be in St Mungo's but she couldn't help but wonder why. Then there was a loud grunt and a thud. She spun, without thinking, and saw James and someone looking quite like Frank. James was shaking his fist as if he were in pain, which could be the case since it seemed the Frank look-a-like had been punched.

“James?” She questioned gently. His head turned and she was greeted with Lily's green eyes filled with shock and a hideous scar on his forehead. The Frank impostor looked at her to, even more shocked than James. “What happened to your eyes? And where did you get that hideous scar?”

Pseudo-Frank gaped, mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but couldn't. James looked down at him then back at her. “Ah, no, I'm Harry actually. This is Neville.” He looked down her body. “You really should pull your nightgown down as well. I'm sure it will scar Neville to no end to have to look at his mother covered in … in that condition.” He smiled a little tired smile.