‘Thoughts,’
‘Dark Thoughts’
Author's Notes: The results for the poll for should Petunia have twins or not, is that Petunia SHOULD have twins, some thought she should have triplets: what do you think? So you know, she won’t be having them until Harry leaves for Hogwarts. So if you don’t like this idea, don’t read on.
So you know, Petunia as some perverted plans for her daughters, so you have been warned. Petunia perverted plans for her daughters, won’t come into action until Harry is sixteen.
Now I got a review in the last chapter on fanfiction, who says that they have reported me, far enough, that is down to that person. But I would like to point out that yes children read these stories, which is why I warned people what to suspect at the start of the story that this story isn’t for children and if they don’t like it don’t read it. This reviewer said that lemons aren’t allowed on this site, I would like to point out that there are many stories on this site with lemons and yet no one moans about them, not that I seen anyway. I would also like to point out that this story HASN’T got lemons in it, I have removed them and put them on sites that allow them ficwad.com and ficdom.net. It might be wrong, but I’m trying to show what could happen.
So you know, AdultFanFiction.net has block/band me from the site, as I forgot to remove my story The Night Harry Turns Dark, as the rape part of it was almost word for word from the story Bluer than Indigo by Rage Buddhas (or Vash depending on what site you’re on.) To Rage Buddhas, I’m once again sorry, I was foolish and I hope I won’t do it again. I have it rewritten and your work removed from it.
So I say this once again, this story ISN’T for children, if you are one stop reading now. And once again paedophile is WRONG and illegal, if you are caught you can go to jail. I don’t agree with it, but I’m writing this to show what could happen and that I have a dark mind and this idea won’t leave me.
As most of you noticed, I have removed my story Harry’s New Pets ‘A Dark Harry Story.’ - on some sites I haven’t put it up so you won’t know what I’m talking about so don’t worry about it. The reason for this was that I could think of HOW to continue to write it most of the ideas had left me. However, some of the ideas from that story well be used in this story, as I can see Petunia’s manipulation on Harry, could slowly make him dark and wanting to more slaves/pets. So suspect a dark/grey Harry in this story, but he’ll be slowly turning dark. He may or may not become evil, I haven’t decided yet.
Chapter Six…
It was half an hour before Harry was dressed and ready to leave. As he got to the hall he found his aunt putting some strange looking robes into a bag. “Pet? Why are you putting those robes in your bag?”
“Forgive me Master,” Pet said submissively, “I forgot to tell you that where we're going, most of the Wizarding world wear robes. The only ones that don’t are people like me, people who can’t do magic, we are known as Squibs, muggles, and first year muggleborns.” Seeing her Master’s confused face, she added, “Squibs are people born to Purebloods; a Pureblood is a wizard or witch whose parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents are all magical. Until your mother, who found out later in her life and I just found out in the last few months, our family, the Evans has been Squibs. Now Muggleborns are first time wizards or witches from a muggle family; muggles are people without magic. Anyway, Squibs, muggles and muggleborns are treated badly by Purebloods. So to make sure that we aren’t bothered too much, I thought we would use some of your parent’s old robes to blend in.”
“How did you get my parents robes?” Asked a shocked Harry. Now that he thought about it, he wondered how she got the recipe to make the Puberty Potion, “And now that I think about it, how did you knew how to make the Puberty Potion?”
Thinking carefully on what she would say so her Master wouldn’t learn about the rest of what she'd done, she replied, “Before Lily was killed, she came to me with her old school trunk for me to look after, even though she knew how I felt about magic at the time. Thinking back, I think she knew something was going to happen to her and that you would be coming to me even though she didn’t like the idea. Anyway, when I looked within the trunk a few months ago, I found books and robes within it.”
“Oh,” Harry said in shock, “When we get back, can I have mum’s old trunk? I would like to read the books stored in it.”
“Of course you can Master,” Pet answered, “They are yours after all.”
“Thank you Pet,” said Harry.
“No problem Master,” Pet said sadly, not liking the idea of that, “Now let’s go, I would like to get back so we can finish off what we started this morning.” Harry blushed at the thought, as he was still getting used to all this.
As they were walking out of the village, a thought came to Harry, “Aunt Petunia?” Harry asked, “How are we going to the place that we're meant to go?”
“Once we get out of the village M-Harry,” Pet corrected herself, “You’ll have to call a bus to take us there.”
“What do you mean Aunt Petunia?” Harry asked, confused.
“It’s not safe to say around here,” She explained, “I’ll explain when we’re out of the village.”
Twenty minutes later, the two of them were out of the village, and were sufficiently far enough away that no would be able to see them. Standing on the side of the road Harry looked it up and down, confused, “So what's this bus I'm meant to call?”
“You need a wand,” She pulled out a ten inch stick from her bag, “And you need to hold it out.”
“That’s it?” asked Harry, “Why can’t you do it?”
“I can’t, as I don’t have enough magic to make a wand work, Master,” Pet answered, “I’m not sure how it works, but only someone with magic can call upon the bus.”
Nodding in understanding, he took the wand from his aunt’s hand and held it out, about waist high. Just as he did, there was a deafening *BANG!*, and Harry threw up his hands to shield his eyes against a sudden blinding light. With a yell, Harry jumped back a bit, but his aunt stopped him by holding his shoulder. In front of him and his aunt was a triple-decker, violently purple, bus. It appeared out of seemingly thin air, gold lettering over the wind shield proclaimed it The Knight Bus.
“Welcome to the Knight Bus,” Said a young lady who looked like she was in her late teens, she had soft skin, sky blue eyes, with black hair. She was wearing a dark blue robe with gold writing on it that said Knight Bus Conductor, “Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Samantha McQuillen, and I will be your conductor this morning.”
All Harry could do was to stare at the beautiful face, and wonder what she looked like under her robes. So engrossed in his thoughts he didn’t hear his aunt say, “We would like to go to the Leaky Cauldron please,” Pet said, apparently doing the talking.
“That’ll be one Galleon and six Sickles please.” Samantha said.
“I’ll give you two Galleons if you make Leaky Cauldron your next stop,” Petunia offered.
Turning her head to the diver, she asked, “What do you think Mark?”
“Make it three and you’ll have a deal.” He countered.
Putting her hand in her coat pocket, Pet pulled out a small bag. She looked through it and pulled out three gold coins. Doing so, she handed it to Samantha and said, “That’s fine.”
“Come aboard then,” said Samantha, “What are your names, if may I ask?”
“You may ask,” Pet answered with a smirk, “but we won’t answer it.” She didn’t want her Master’s identity to be known right now. With that she grabbed on her Master’s arm and took him onto the bus. She couldn’t help to smile at the look her Master was giving Samantha, ‘Maybe it won’t be as hard to get him interested in other slaves after all...’ Although she suspected her Master would want other women, she was also worried that he wouldn’t and if that was the case, a plan she was thinking of for his friend Hermione and her mum would be for naught.
As they boarded the bus they saw that the walls were plain wood-panelled walls, there were candles in brackets on the walls. They also saw a small wooden staircase leading up to the upper floors. There were many armchairs, they were made from plain wood to match the wall, but had purple coverings to match the bus. Once Harry and Pet sat down in the armchairs at the back of the bus there was another tremendous BANG, and the next moment Harry and Pet found themselves being forced back into the armchairs by the speed of the Knight Bus.
As they pulled themselves up, Harry stared out of the window and saw that they were now bowling along a completely different street.
As they were travelling, Harry felt a bit ill with all the banging about in the armchair, a few times he was almost thrown from his chair. However, even though this was the case, he couldn’t help but look at Samantha. He couldn’t believe what he was thinking, seeing that he was still slowly coming to terms with being his Aunt’s Master. But this was just... unreal, he didn’t know if he could do this, and do what his aunt wanted. For god sakes he was ten years old, he shouldn’t even know what sex is, let alone know how to do it, much less HAD it! So how was he supposed to be his aunt’s Master like she wanted him to be? However, even with these thoughts, he couldn’t help but to think of Samantha naked as he fucked her into submission, hearing her calling him Master. He even imagined her and his aunt fucking each other whilst he watched, or used them both; just like in one of the porn shows he watched.
‘For fuck sake Potter, snap out of it!’ Harry thought to himself, ‘This is wrong and you know it, your aunt needs help. You need to make her see that this is wrong, and it needs to stop before it goes too far.’
‘But it’s already gone too far hasn’t it?’ A deeper and darker thought came to Harry’s mind, ‘You've fucked her good, so much that she now thinks you’re her Master and is willing to do anything for you.’
‘I didn’t mean to,’ Harry argued, even though he didn’t know why the dark thought came from, ‘I thought it was only a dream, if I knew it was real, I would have stopped it. She's my aunt for fucks sake, even if I dream of such things, I wouldn’t really want them to happen. It was because of my aunt's plans that I have been dreaming about such things anyway. It's because of the death of Vernon and Dudley that she's like this, she needs help, not me fucking her and being her Master.’
‘Oh please, don’t play so innocent,’ replied the dark thought, ‘When you found out it really happened you liked it, and you wanted to do it again and again. You wanted to pay her back for all those years of hell that she gave you, to hurt her as she hurt you, and more. You liked it when she called you Master and you really want her to keep doing it. You know that she would fuck others if asked, kill for you, and all you have to do is order her to do it and she would do it happily. And you know what? You like the idea. Even now the mere thought turns you on and you want to see what she would do for you. If you could get away with it, you would like to fuck her silly on this bus.’
‘But-‘ Harry began, but he dark thought interrupted him, ‘Oh please don’t start that “She's like this because of your fucking uncle’s and cousin’s death.” and “She needs help.” bullshit. She’s always been like this, their deaths and the shows that she watched set her free. Death may change people from time to time, but nothing as big as this. No one would act like this unless they were already like this beneath whatever masks they made to cover that kind of behaviour; they just needed something to set them free from their chains so that they can be their true selves. Argue as much as you like my friend, but we both know that you loved fucking your aunt and having her call you Master, and nothing you say will change that.’ </b><i>
Before Harry could argue back that the dark thought was wrong, he heard his aunt say, “Damn it, I remember how much I hate these damn buses, they bang people about too much and throw people out of their chairs. Haven’t these fools heard of seatbelts?” Pet said; to mainly herself. Harry saw was a bit pale around the face. Then, facing her Master, Pet said with a glint of mischief in her eyes said, “Master, you like the young conductor don’t you? You'd like to take her?”
Harry blushed at getting caught looking. The problem was his aunt was right. “Aunt Petunia,” Harry said in a hash tone of voice, warning her subtly to call him Harry.
Pet liked that commanding tone of voice, but he had to know something about the world he was about to enter. Something that would make things easier for both of them, or at least she thought so anyway, “Master, you need to understand something,” Pet began submissively, not wanting her Master mad at her, well okay, she was fine with that, but she didn’t want people to take too much notice to them. “I understand that you don’t want to be called Master in public just yet, but you need to understand that there are many things you need to know about the world you about to enter. One of them is that although uncommon now a days, it’s not unheard of for people to have slaves, even people as young as you can have one if you've got the money. So it would be okay around people like Samantha and Mark; hearing me call you Master. Although, it is uncommon to have a normal witch as a slave, but not unheard of. And it is good that they don’t hear your name, as that would attract unwanted attention towards you.”
“What’s wrong with people hearing my name?” Harry asked somewhat confused, “How would it attract unwanted attention towards me?”
“I can’t say right now, just in case we are over heard.” Pet said seriously, “Just, for now, for your safety, it would be best if people only know you as the Young Master, and me as Slut, Pet, or any other name you want to call me. I’ll explain what's going on, when there’s no one who can over hear us around. I'll just say it’s connected to your parents and your past.”
Harry let it go for now as he heard this. If his aunt said it was for his safety, he would allow her to call him Master. Although he had to wonder what happened to his parents and him that would attract unwanted attention towards him. However, before he could say more, Pet said, as she pulled the robes from her bag, “Master we’ll be at the Leaky Cauldron, it is best that we put on these robes now…” Harry nodded and they started putting on the robes.
It was a few minutes after they put on their robes there was another *BANG*, that knocked them out of their chairs and onto the floor. “Leaky Cauldron, we have arrived at Leaky Cauldron,” Samantha announced, “We thank you for taking the Knight Bus, and wish you a good day.” And with that Harry and Pet walked off the bus, glad that they were off the damn thing. Before the bus left, Samantha smiled at him lustfully, “I don’t know who you are young man, but I hope when you are older, we might meet again one day.” Harry blushed at the thought, and before he could say anything, there was another *BANG* and the bus was gone from sight.
Once the bus was gone, Harry looked around and was shocked that no one was taking notice of a bus like the Knight Bus just appearing and disappearing in a loud bang. They didn’t seem to notice them in robes ever, “Hmm, Pet?” Harry said, calling his aunt the name she wanted, unsure if any of these were wizards or witches. “Why is it no one noticed the Knight Bus or us as it seems?”
“Because there are spells on the bus so that no one would notice us, or it,” Pet said with a smile, glad that her Master was calling her Pet again. “But the spells on use will not last for last, so we better enter Leaky Cauldron before they fall and we get noticed.”
That’s when Harry first noticed the Leaky Cauldron, he was shocked that he didn’t notice it before hand. He saw people hurrying by it, not even sparing the two of them a glance. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feeling that only he and Pet could see it. Harry guessed that magic was at work to do this. So without another thought, he and Pet entered the Leaky Cauldron.
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As they entered the Leaky Cauldron, Harry looked round and noticed it was a very dark and shabby place. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. No one seemed to notice them as they walked by to the bar. As they reached the counter Pet spoke to the bartender, “Pardon me bartender, we've been out of the county for a while and me and the Young Master would like to enter Diagon Alley please.”
“Of course Madam, I’m Tom,” the bartender said politely. “Please follow me…” greetings out of the way he lead the two to the back of the bar, out to what looked like a dead end, it was just full of rubbish. Before Harry could ask if this was some kind of joke, Tom pulled out his wand and said, “Please remember this, so you can enter and leave without aid.” And with that he counted three bricks up and two across before he tapped the brick three times.
The brick that Tom had touched quivered - it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider - a second later they were facing a large archway, the archway showed a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
“Welcome to Diagon Alley,” Tom announced as he grinned at the young boys amazement, “I hope to meet you again.” He walked back to his bar as the two entered the alley. As the two did, Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self-Stirring - Collapsible, a sign hanging over them read.
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, “Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad…”
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon…
Pet couldn’t help but smile in remembrance as she saw her Master’s face, he reminded her of her sister and herself when they first entered the alley, it was full of wonder, joy and amazement at everything they saw. She was sad that she had to snap him out of it, but they were at Gringotts. So with a sad tone of voice, she said, “Master, we’re at Gringotts."
As he heard Pet say this, he looked up and saw that they had reached a marble white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, were two creatures wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was -
“Yes Master, those are goblins,” said Pet as she saw him looking at the goblins in bewilderment, as they walked up the white stone steps toward him. As they got nearer, Harry saw that the goblins were about a head shorter or so than him .
They had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. They bowed as they walked inside, in which Harry returned and bowed back. As they entered the bank, Harry missed the shock in the goblins face when he returned the gesture. But Pet didn’t and hid a smile, unknown to her Master, he just gained some respect with the goblins, as from what her sister told her, no wizard had showed respect to a goblin. So when those two goblins reported back to their Director later on, her Master would gain respect from him and things would be easier for them – that is, as long as he continued to show them respect that was. Anyway, as they entered the bank, they faced a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
<center>Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.</center>
Again they met with another pair of goblins, who opened the doors for them and bowed to them. Harry bowed back again before walking through the silver doors, entering a vast marble hall. Leaving behind another two shocked goblins.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Author's Notes: At long last another chapter of Perverted Aunt, I’m TRULY sorry it took so long, but until now my muse left me, so I hope that you like this chapter. I hope you, my fevall readers, are still waiting for the update of this story. Now if you enjoyed this story, could you spend a few more minutes and leave a review. Any ideas you might have for this story, I would like to hear them.
Oh so you know from the Prologue to Chapter Five as been Beta Read, there are a few changes to the story, the main one is the Petunia is now a Squib and not a Muggle. There are some other changes but they are small ones, no need to are-read the story unless you want to. But I would like it if you did, as I would like to know what you think. So you know, I’ve begun the next chapter, so the next update well be in a week on two with luck.