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      Published: 2016-10-12 Updated: 2018-02-15 Chapters: 4/? Words: 9835
****** The Slut-Who-Lived and The Philosopher's Stone ******
by g0tik4
Summary
     Rose Potter figured out at a young age that people are nice to you
     only if they get something in return. When Mr Moore approaches her
     one day when she's outside gardening, for a 'favor' in exchange for
     food and water, she realizes that offering sexual favors to get the
     things she want can make her life easier. How this philosophy will
     affect her life at Hogwarts? Chan. FemHarry. FemHarry/Multi Males.
     Follows 'Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone'.
Notes
     The Slut-Who-Lived and The Philosopher's Stone
     Obviously this story will follow the first book. First in a series.
     Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content between a child and an adult.
     DubCON/Non-CON. During the story, an eleven-year-old girl having sex
     with a lot of males. If you don't like it, don't read it!
***** Prologue *****
Prologue
The day that changed Rose's life forever started like any other day at the
Dursleys' household. It was summer and Rose had just reached seven years of
age.
Since she could remember Rose Potter had been treated worse than dirt by her
relatives. She didn't know why but her Aunt and Uncle despised her and her
cousin – following his parents' example – was the same, with the added bonus
that he liked to hit her every chance he got. Dudley was seven like her but he
was so fat and so big that his size easily overpowered her. She was quick on
her feet, able to escape most of the time from his slow and flaccid legs that
gave her chase.
Her relatives liked to give her chores because, according to them, she needed
to earn her keep. 'Nobody does everything for nothing after all', her aunt and
uncle often repeated to her. Since her guardians had welcomed her into her
home, gave her a place to sleep, clothes to wear – all hand-me-downs clothes
whose cost was basically nothing - and food – at least the bare minimum to
survive – she needed to repay them somehow, and the only way for her to do that
was to be helpful around the house.
Therefore Rose that day – like it often tended to happen - was working in the
garden, sweat trickling down her forehead and making the dress she was wearing
sticky. The dress was a faded pink and two or three sizes too small. It had
been washed so many times that it was starting to become see-through. Rose was
uncomfortably aware of the fact that every time she kneeled to tear a weed from
the perfectly ordered lawn, her knickers would be visible for the whole road to
see.
Aunt Petunia was out for the morning, doing grocery shopping, while Uncle
Vernon was at work and Dudley was out with some of his friends. Aunt Petunia
had locked the house and left her outside in the blistering heat without even a
glass of water and now she was so thirsty that she would have done anything to
have something to drink. Suddenly she was accosted by her neighbour from two
houses down, a man in his mid-forties, unmarried but with a dog.
"Hello Rose!" Mr Moore said with a smile, startling her out of her work and
making her jump on her feet. She tried desperately to adjust her dress so that
it could reach her mid-thighs, at least, but she wasn't having much luck.
Rose, who wasn't allowed to talk to her neighbours because Aunt Petunia said
that she was a freak and freaks weren't allowed to talk to people, didn't know
what to do. She didn't want to be rude but, at the same time, she didn't want
to get her aunt angry either. In the end, she decided that her aunt wasn't
there and that she could maybe answer.
"Hello Mr Moore!" She said shyly.
Mr Moore smiled before asking her what she was doing, working outside with this
hot weather.
"My aunt asked me to. She's out now and I have to finish before she gets back"
Rose said with a shrug.
"Hum, how about you take a break for awhile? I'm sure you're thirsty. Come to
my house and I'll give you something to eat and drink."
Rose didn't know what to do. On one hand, the idea of food and something to
drink sounded heavenly. On the other, she couldn't exactly leave her place for
fear of her aunt coming back unexpectedly and punish her for it.
"My aunt said I can't leave the front lawn." Rose said unsure.
"It won't take long, half an hour at the most. Your aunt will never know" Mr
Moore said gently.
Rose, finally convinced, decided to follow him. Mr Moore made her sandwiches
and gave her water to drink. Rose devoured them quickly, too hungry and thirsty
to think about manners in that moment.
Once she finished eating, she said "Thank you, Mr Moore. I should go now before
my aunt comes back".
Mr Moore smiled at her before saying "I did something nice for you, didn't I?
Now it's time you do something nice for me too."
Rose remembered in that moment the phrase her aunt and uncle always said,
'nobody does anything for nothing' and asked Mr Moore what could she do to
repay him.
"Let's sit on the couch, all right?" Mr Moore took his big hand in hers and
lead her towards the couch and once he was sitting down, he made her sit on his
lap.
"Are you comfortable?" Mr Moore asked her.
"I think so" Rose said with another shrug. She didn't know what was going on
but she wasn't uncomfortable. Mr Moore had been nice to her and had given her
food and water, it was only normal that she would do something for him too.
"You want to watch some TV?" Mr Moore asked her. "There should be some cartoons
on."
Rose widened her eyes and smiled excitedly "My aunt never let me watch TV".
Mr Moore smiled at her and took the remote from his left on the couch and
turned the TV on. He took her waist in his hands and lifting her body, put her
sitting astride him with her back against his chest.
"You should be more comfortable this way". Rose nodded though there was
something hard poking her bum. She squirmed uncomfortably and heard him grunt
behind her.
Rose watched the cartoons intently for about ten minutes, all the while moving
her hips unconsciously while trying to find a comfortable position. The thing
under her was becoming harder the more she moved so in the end, Rose asked
curiously.
"Mr Moore, what is this thing inside your pants that is so hard?"
Mr Moore chuckled. "Ah, would you like to see it?"
Rose decided that satisfy her curiosity was more important than the cartoons
and turned in his lap, facing him. Then she nodded shyly.
Mr Moore moved her a little towards his knees to have enough space to lower his
zipper and his pants. Rose watched curiously as the thing between his legs that
was poking her before sprouted out of his jeans, remaining vertical and
parallel to his abdomen.
"What is it?" Rose asked then, fascinated.
"This my dear is called penis. When it becomes hard like this it means that
it's hurting and that it needs a massage to make the pain stop."
"Does it hurt then?"
"It's uncomfortable, but you can do something about it. That's why I need you."
Rose nodded. "What I have to do?"
"Just massage it with your hands up and down." Rose nodded before putting her
hands on Mr Moore's penis. His skin was warm and the tip was wet. She started
to move her hand up and down and watched as Mr Moore closed his eyes in
apparent pleasure. Rose, happy that she was doing something right for once,
continued.
"Very good Rose" Mr Moore said "Now faster. And if you'd like, you could suck
on it too, like you would a lollipop, it would really help."
Rose didn't want to admit that she had never tried a lollipop before but she
had seen other kids enough times to understand the concept. She didn't know if
she would like the taste of Mr Moore's penis but she wanted to help him so she
started to lick it, first the top, washing the white, wet substance away and
then the whole length of it. It tasted strange but not unpleasant so she put
the tip in her mouth and began to suck it. Her hands continued to move up and
down, faster and faster while she continued to suck and lick like she would an
ice-cream.
Mr Moore was grunting and panting, but Rose knew that he was enjoying this so
she continued until she felt something warm and sticky invade her mouth. She
started to swallow it automatically, not wanting to make Mr Moore angry, until
the penis finally stopped spurting and it became soft in her mouth. Mr Moore
relaxed on the couch with a grin and Rose smiled at him once his penis wasn't
in her mouth anymore.
"Was it okay Mr Moore, are you better now?"
"Perfect, my dear. But now you should go back out and finish your work before
your aunt comes back"
Rose frowned slightly but she knew he was right. She got up from his lap and
adjusted her dress that had rode up her legs until it covered her knickers
again.
"You can come back any time you want Rose. I'll give you food and water and you
can watch TV as long as you help me with my problem."
Rose smiled brilliantly at him "Of course Mr Moore" and with that, she left the
house and started the gardening work once again.
In time Rose would realize exactly what Mr Moore's 'problem' exactly was but as
long as he continued to give her food and water, she was more than happy to
help him. Mr Moore introduced her to some neighbours, his friends, who were all
really nice to her as long she helped them too. They gave her gifts and money
that she could spend on what she wanted, as long as the Dursleys didn't find
out about it.
Rose, who was a smart girl, realized early on that this was an effective way to
get favours from people and decided to use it on other men and guys too beside
Mr Moore and his friends. That was how, for example, she convinced Dudley and
his friends to leave her alone. She kissed them and show them her pussy,
allowing them to touch her as many times as they wanted as long as they leave
her alone. Dudley, Piers and the others, who had never seen before a girl naked
accepted eagerly.
With Vernon was a little difficult at first but she was able to make him happy
with a blowjob a day and he 'convinced' – read forced - Petunia to be nice to
her and buy her nice clothes. She needed to do her chores still but at least
she wasn't starving anymore and her classmates didn't pick on her anymore
because of what she wore.
Her life improved significantly and the years passed quickly. Everything was
good, except for the strange things that kept happening to her – the incident
at the zoo when she freed a boa constrictor for his cage after having talked to
him the last thing in a long list – and soon she was eleven when her life would
once again change forever.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     Here it is, chapter 1, hope you'll like it. Warnings: mentions of sex
     between a child and older men.
     No lemons in this one though, you'll have to wait for next chapter.
     Next chapter will have Hagrid/Rose smut so be prepared.
Chapter 1
Four years had passed since that day when Mr Moore had first invited her into
his home. That first time she had been so naïve but she had learned a lot since
then. She had learned that a penis – also called 'cock' or 'dick' – became hard
when excited and the spurting white stuff was sperm, which happened during an
orgasm. She had also learned that she could have orgasms too when her pussy was
stroked and caressed, thanks to a little skin button called 'clitoris'. The
first time she had an orgasm, she had screamed in pleasure, completely
surprised and overwhelmed, but also very content. She liked when Mr Moore
touched her pussy and made her come. Or any other man really. She wasn't picky.
She had come back every day since that first day, pleasuring Mr Moore in
exchange for food and other gifts. A lot of the time there were other men there
too, who liked to touch her, making her come and when she used her mouth on
them. When she turned nine Mr Moore had also started to use lube on her pussy
to insert things in it. First his fingers – he had started first with one and
then, the more she got used to the intrusion without hurting, he had continued
with two, three, four and then all five. He liked to make her come with the
other hand while thrusting his fingers in and out of her, so she had a lot of
fun letting him touch her. After the fingers, it was time for dildos of
different length and thickness. Often he would ask her to keep it inside her
for long periods of time and she would touch herself a lot to get some form of
release.
At school, some older guys – from 11 to 13 - had started to give her money and
gifts in exchange for watching her masturbating and fucking herself with the
dildos that Mr Moore made her wear. They liked her mouth on them too or her
hand or both and when she had started to grow boobs a little they had liked to
touch them too.
She had also started to get pubic hair and under her armpits but Mr Moore had
shaved her when he noticed because he said he and his friends didn't like her
with hair in her body.
When she turned ten Mr Moore had also started to fuck her, before offering her
to his friends to do the same. The first time it had hurt a lot but Mr Moore
had been gentle and touched her clit to make her come various times.
Since that first time it had become easier and she had quickly grew to love the
feeling of a hard, warm cock thrusting inside her.
She had developed quite a reputation in her neighbour but that only help
attract more men to her. They knew that as long as they gave her something in
return, she was more than happy to let them fuck her or pleasure them as many
times as they wanted.
The last few months, Mr Moore had started the same process with her anus, first
stretching her with his fingers and then with a butt plug that she had to wear
night and day for days on end. Then just a few weeks back he had fucked her in
the arse for the first time while fingering her pussy. It had been painful at
first but Mr Moore had gone slow and had used a lot of lube to make the
penetration easier. And of course, he had made her come many times.
Mr Moore had also insisted since just after a week that she had started
visiting him that she stopped wearing knickers when she came to his house and
she often didn't wear knickers even when at school or doing her chores. At
school because there were a lot of people there who liked seeing her naked
pussy. And at home because uncle Vernon liked to watch her doing her chores
while wearing very short dresses and no knickers. She gave him blowjobs every
time he asked and in the last few months he had started to fuck her too when
her aunt wasn't in the mood. As long as she did what he asked, he stayed happy
and treated her well. He had also invited some co-workers five evenings for
dinner who had liked to fuck her too and in exchange they gave her dresses and
toys and other nice things.
Life for Rose was good. She had started to buy things for herself with the
money they gave her - books especially because she loved to read – without
being punished for it.
The biggest change had been that, since she was seven, she had stopped sleeping
in a cupboard. Instead, she had a real room now, just for her, with a wardrobe,
a desk and a bed.
The only thing that continued to disrupt her routine was the strange things
that had continued to happen around her during the years but she was no longer
punished for it. Aunt Petunia still hated her but Uncle Vernon had a tight
leash on her and so, she was forced to be nice to her and gave her three meals
a day. She ate with the family now, all together at the same table. Vernon
liked to start every meal with a blowjob so she often had come-taste in her
mouth every time she ate but it could have been worse. At least she was eating
regularly now.
Her figure had changed a lot thanks to that. She had always been thin but now
she didn't look starved anymore, just athletic and toned, with a light tan. She
was five feet two, not really tall but okay for her age and still growing.
She had also found out that she could do something – another strange thing she
could do – that allowed her to change her appearance. She had used it to fix
the flaws in her appearance, like her hair always in disarray or the strange
scar on her forehead that she had made disappear like with foundation but
better. She was very pretty though – with her bright green eyes, raven dark
hair and flawless fair skin –, she knew that, so she didn't need to do much.
The only thing she did to really change her appearance was to make her boobs
bigger. She had started puberty when she was 9 so her boobs had taken time to
develop. In the mean time she had given herself a 24F cup because she knew that
men liked to touch her boobs and play with her nipples so if there were bigger
it was better. Of course she did this over time so not raise suspicion with
anyone. Now she didn't need to anymore, having reached a 24GG cup. 
That gave her also the opportunity to visit some lingerie stores, to buy some
sexy lingerie. Bras, g-strings, baby dolls, garter belts and corsets, all in
different colours and all in lace. She had spent a lot of money on it but it
had been worth it.
The day that disrupted her life and turned it upside down began with a letter,
a letter in yellow parchment and green ink addressed to her, with a strange
coat of arms as a stamp. It had a big letter 'H' in the centre and around there
were four animals, a snake, a lion, a badger and a raven.
Rose had no idea what it was but as soon as her uncle and her aunt found out,
they started to act very strangely. They were angry and scared and Rose didn't
know why. When the first letter remained unopened, more started to arrive,
first two, then three and then an avalanche of it from the chimney. After that
uncle Vernon started to move them from one place to another, hoping the letters
wouldn't found them but somehow they always did. Rose had lost count of how
many times she had to use sex to calm down uncle Vernon. He looked so scary
when angry and somehow she knew that he was angry at her though she didn't know
why. He was more aggressive than usual while thrusting his cock in her mouth
and pussy but fortunately he seemed to calm down once he had reached orgasm. He
had never hit her after the first time she sucked his cock and he wasn't
hitting her now, venting his frustration with rough sex and using her body like
a doll. Rose wasn't exactly happy with it but she knew that that was what she
needed to do to survive. At least he had let her come sometimes, once his ire
had been placated, so she wasn't exactly unhappy either.
The day that they finally stopped running it was the day before her eleventh
birthday. They had hidden themselves away in a broken-down house in the middle
of a storm whose inside was horrible and cold. Petunia and Vernon took one
room, Dudley the other and she got the sofa with an old blanket. At least it
was warm. Vernon fucked her one more time before going to bed.
All was silent then, beside the noises of the storm raging outside. It was
almost midnight and she was drawing a birthday cake on the dirty ground while
waiting for midnight to struck and wished herself an happy birthday.
When both hands of the clock reached midnight, she blew on the dirt and made a
wish. At soon as she did she heard a tremendous noise coming from the door,
like someone was trying to force his way inside by breaking the door down. A
few seconds later the door was off its hinges on the floor and on the threshold
stood the biggest man Rose had ever seen.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Sexual Acts between a 11-year-old and grown(very grown)
     man.
     A lot of this chapter is taken directly from 'Hp and The
     Philosopher's Stone' and so will the other chapters - except for when
     things will be different of course. After all, this story is very AU.
 
Chapter 2
Rose startled upright, looking curiously at the man-giant who had just entered
the room. A mane of untidy hair and a wild bird covered his face almost
completely, only his eyes visible in all that disarray. Rose wondered if he had
ever heard of a haircut.
He was so tall that his head brushed the ceiling. He bent down to pick the door
from the floor before putting it back in its frame.
The three Dursleys appeared in that moment, uncle Vernon with a rifle in his
hands. Rose knew he had bought it while they were staying at that motel. He had
showed it to her proudly, a smirk on his face before fucking her on the floor.
Rose didn't particularly appreciate her uncle pounding into her while standing
with her on her knees, face pressed on the cold ground but aunt Petunia's face
when they had caught them while leaving the bathroom had been worth it. Aunt
Petunia hated that uncle Vernon preferred fucking her niece to her and she
couldn't do anything about it.
Petunia and Dudley cowered behind her uncle. Uncle Vernon's face was starting
to become purple and since Rose knew that when that happened it was never a
good thing she got up from the sofa and smiled at the giant.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" She asked him sweetly. The big man turned to
look at her with a smile before widening his eyes when he took a good look at
her. Rose couldn't blame him. A lot of men looked at her that way, surprised
and lustful despite themselves at the same time. She had the thin frame of a
child and the boobs of a woman while her face was both innocent and sinful. It
was the eyes and her pouty lips that gave her face that effect. The clothes she
was wearing probably didn't help matters either. She was wearing a red, very
short, sleeveless, round neckline dress like usual, made of cotton and skin-
tight that showcased her curves perfectly.
"Rose Potter?" He asked astonished, before shaking his head. "Blimey, the last
time I've seen yeh, yeh were just a tiny baby. Yeh've grown a lot since then.
Yeh have yer mother's eyes, yeh know?"
Aunt Petunia scoffed at that.
Rose smiled at him. "You knew my mother?"
"I demand that you leave at once, sir!" Uncle Vernon interrupted with a shout
"You are breaking and entering!"
"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; he took the gun out of
Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of
rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.
Rose looked at him in astonishment and a little bit of lust. He was so very
strong and so big, she wondered what it would be like, being fucked by him.
Uncle Vernon retreated in fear after that.
"Anyway Rose," said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, his attention
completely focused on her "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh
here - I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."
From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box.
He came closer to her and Rose opened it curiously. Inside was a large, sticky
chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Rose written on it in green icing.
Nobody had ever given a cake to Rose for her birthday. Actually nobody had ever
acknowledged her birthday period. Sure she was used to receive gifts but they
were only given to her in exchange for sex. Rose decided then and there that
she wanted to thank him for her gift by letting him fuck her, she was sure she
would enjoy it. Usually it was the other way around. She was fucked and then
she received gifts in exchange for it, the more the men were satisfied with
her, the better the gifts were.
"Thank you so much, sir. But who are you?"
The giant chuckled.
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds
at Hogwarts."
He held out an enormous hand and shook Rose's whole arm.
"What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not
say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind."
Rose put the kettle on the stove and turned to look at the giant.
Mr Hagrid bent down over the fireplace; Rose couldn't see what he was doing
from that angle but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire
there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Rose felt the
warmth wash over her as though she'd sunk into a hot bath.
The giant sat down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking
all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a squashy package of
sausages, a poker, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that
he took a swig from. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling
sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the
first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a
little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."
The giant chuckled darkly.
"Yer great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."
He passed the sausages to Rose, who was so hungry she had never tasted anything
so wonderful, but she still couldn't take her eyes off the giant. Finally, as
nobody seemed about to explain anything, she said, "I'm sorry, but I still
don't really know who you are."
The giant took a gulp of tea once Rose had brought it to the table in front of
the sofa and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Call me Hagrid," he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper of
Keys at Hogwarts - yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course."
"Er - no," said Rose.
Hagrid looked shocked.
"Sorry." Rose said quickly.
"Sorry?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into
the shadows. "It's them that should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer
letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin'
out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents learned it all?"
"All what?" asked Rose, even more confused.
"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid thundered. "Now wait jus' one second!"
He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The
Dursleys were cowering against the wall.
"Do you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that this girl - this
girl! - knows nothin' abou' - about ANYTHING?"
Rose thought this was going a bit far. She had been to school, after all, and
her marks were the best of the whole school.
"I know some things," she said. "I'm the best student in the school."
But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, "About our world, I mean. Your
world. My world. Yer parents' world."
"What world?"
Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.
"DURSLEY!" he boomed.
Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like
"Mimblewimble." Hagrid stared wildly at Rose.
"But yeh must know about yer mom and dad," he said. "I mean, they're famous.
You're famous."
"What?" Rose asked in astonishment. Sure she was well known in the
neighbourhood but she didn't think that was what Hagrid meant. "My - my mom and
dad weren't famous, were they?"
"Yeh don' know... yeh don' know..." Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair,
fixing Rose with a bewildered stare.
"Yeh don' know what yeh are?" he said finally. Uncle Vernon suddenly found his
voice.
"Stop!" he commanded. "Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the girl
anything!"
A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look
Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.
"You never told her? Never told her what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer
her? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from
her all these years?"
"Kept what from me?" said Rose eagerly.
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of
horror.
"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Rose - yer a witch."
There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be
heard.
"That's not very nice." Rose said offended.
"No, I mean…yeh can do magic." said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa,
which groaned and sank even lower, "Yer a witch, an' a thumpin' good'un, I'd
say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what
else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter."
Rose stretched out her hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed
in emerald green to Ms. R. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea.
She pulled out the letter and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump,
International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and
equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
Questions exploded inside Rose's head like fireworks and she couldn't decide
which to ask first. After a few minutes she decided on the less important one.
"What does it mean, they await my owl?"
"Gallopin' Gorgons, that reminds me," said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his
forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse, and from yet another
pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl - a real, live, rather ruffled-
looking owl - a long quill, and a roll of parchment. With his tongue between
his teeth he scribbled a note that Rose could read upside down:
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Given Rose her letter. Taking her to buy her things tomorrow. Weather's
horrible. Hope you're Well.
Hagrid
Rose was reminded of those messages from the telegraph she had seen on TV that
they used before the telephone was invented, with all those short sentences and
stops at the end of every one.
Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak,
went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and
sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone.
Rose realized her mouth was open and closed it quickly, feeling stupid. They
used owls to communicate, how cool was that?
"Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced
but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.
"She's not going," he said. "She needs to stay here. Finish school and then
marry a normal person like every other respectable woman."
Petunia scoffed again at the term 'respectable'.
Hagrid grunted.
"I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop her," he said.
"A what?" asked Rose, interested.
"A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we call nonmagic folk like them. An' it's
your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes
on."
"We swore when we took her in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," said Uncle
Vernon, "swore we'd stamp it out of her! She was doing well enough before you
came along!"
"You knew?" said Rose. "You knew I'm a - a witch?"
"Knew!" shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you
not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like
that and disappeared off to that-that school-and came home every vacation with
her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one
who saw her for what she was - a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it
was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!"
She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had
been wanting to say all this for years.
"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you,
and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as - as -
abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we
got landed with you!"
Rose clenched her fists in anger. As soon as she had calmed down she asked.
"Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!"
"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled
back to their corner. "How could a car crash kill Lily an' James Potter? It's
an outrage! A scandal! Rose Potter not knowin' her own story when every kid in
our world knows her name!"
"But why? What happened?" Rose asked urgently.
The anger faded from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious.
"I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when
Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh, how much yeh
didn't know. Ah, Rose, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh - but
someone's gotta - yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'."
He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh - mind, I can't tell yeh
everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it..."
He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins,
I suppose, with - with a person called - but it's incredible yeh don't know his
name, everyone in our world knows…"
"Who?"
"Well - I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?"
"Gulpin' gargoyles, Rose, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult.
See, there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse.
Worse than worse. His name was..."
Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
"Could you write it down?" Rose suggested.
"Nah -can't spell it. All right - Voldemort. " Hagrid shuddered. "Don' make me
say it again. Anyway, this - this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started
lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too - some were afraid, some just wanted a bit
o' his power, 'cause he was getting' himself power, all right. Dark days, Rose.
Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or
witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up
to him - an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left
was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of.
Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway.
"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy
an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who
never tried to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close
ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side.
"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the
way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living,
on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an'
- an' -"
Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose
with a sound like a foghorn.
"Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad - knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people
yeh couldn't find - anyway...
"You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then - an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing
- he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or
maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how
you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh
get when a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh - took care of yer mum an' dad an'
yer house, even - but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Rose.
No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd
killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age - the McKinnons, the
Bones, the Prewetts - an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
Something very painful was going on in Rose's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a
close, she saw the blinding flash of green light that she sometimes dreamt,
more clearly than she had ever remembered it before - and she remembered
something else, for the first time in her life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.
Hagrid was watching her sadly.
"Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter
this lot..."
"Load of old tosh," said Uncle Vernon. Rose jumped; she had almost forgotten
that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back
his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.
"Now, you listen here, girl," he snarled, "I accept there's something strange
about you, - and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos,
no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion - asked
for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types - just what I
expected, always knew they'd come to a sticky end -"
But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink
umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a sword, he
said, "I'm warning you, Dursley - I'm warning you - one more word... "
In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle
Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell
silent.
"That's better," said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the
sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor.
Rose, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them. "But what
happened to Vol-, sorry - I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Good question, Rose. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you.
Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin'
more an' more powerful - why'd he go?
"Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left
in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don'
believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came
outta kinda trances. Don~ reckon they could've done if he was comin' back.
"Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak
to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Rose. There was somethin'
goin' on that night he hadn't counted on - I dunno what it was, no one does -
but somethin' about you stumped him, all right."
Hagrid looked at Rose with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Rose,
instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there was something wrong
here. How was it possible for a one-year-old to destroy such a powerful dark
wizard? It simply wasn't. And anyway, it sounded strange, her a powerful witch?
Sure she was smart and sometimes strange things happen to her, but her having
magic?
"Hagrid," she said quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't
think I can be a witch."
To her surprise, Hagrid chuckled.
"Not a witch, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?"
Rose looked back at Hagrid before saying "I suppose some strange things
happened to me during the years, is that magic?"
"Aye, accidental magic it's called." said Hagrid. "You wait, Rose, you'll be
right famous at Hogwarts."
But Uncle Vernon wasn't going to give in without a fight.
"Haven't I told you she's not going?" he hissed. "She's going to StJude High
and she'll be grateful for it. I've read those letters and she needs all sorts
of rubbish - spell books and wands and -"
"If she wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop her," growled Hagrid.
"Stop Lily an' James Potter's daughter goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. Her name's
been down ever since she was born. She's off ter the finest school of
witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and she won't know
herself. She'll be with youngsters of her own sort, fer a change, an' she'll be
under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled-"
"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HER MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled
Uncle Vernon.
But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over
his head, "NEVER," he thundered, "- INSULT - ALBUS - DUMBLEDORE - IN - FRONT -
OF - ME!"
He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley -
there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal,
and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over
his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Rose saw a
curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.
Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he
cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," he said ruefully, "but it didn't work anyway.
Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway
there wasn't much left ter do."
He cast a sideways look at Rose under his bushy eyebrows. Rose giggled.
"Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts," he said. "I'm
- er - not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit
ter follow yeh an' get yer letters to yeh an' stuff - one o' the reasons I was
so keen ter take on the job."
"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Rose.
"Oh, well - I was at Hogwarts meself but I - er - got expelled, ter tell yeh
the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an' everything. But
Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore."
"Why were you expelled?"
"It's gettin' late and we've got lots ter do tomorrow," said Hagrid loudly.
"Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an' that."
"Okay." Rose acquiesced before a smirk briefly crossed her face. Now that she
was alone with Hagrid, she could concentrate on convincing him to fuck her. She
would start slow to show him that she knew what she was doing. With a blow job
maybe?
"Hagrid, would you like more tea?"
"Aye, thanks Rose."
Rose turned around and bent as much as possible without looking suspicious
while pouring the tea in Hagrid's cup. She felt her dress riding up her thighs
until she was sure half her arse was visible. She was directly in front of
Hagrid and that meant that Hagrid had a perfect view of her pussy and arse. She
wasn't wearing any underwear today because she knew uncle Vernon preferred her
that way.
She heard a strangled sound coming from behind her and smiled before masking
her expression and turned around, cup of tea in her hand. She went to give it
to Hagrid but at the last moment she spilled half of it in the centre of his
pants, right on his covered cock. The tea was tepid, not scalding hot so she
wasn't worried about burning him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Hagrid. Here, let me help you."
"Oh, no, don't worry Rose" Hagrid said, a red flush on his cheeks half-covered
by the beard.
Rose ignored his protests and took a napkin from the table, kneeling in front
of him with her mouth very close to his groin and started to rub his cock with
the ruse of helping him wipe away the stain. Hagrid moaned while at the same
time telling her to stop. Rose continued to rub, now using her hand until she
felt he was rock hard.
He was so big, so long and thick. She wanted to have him inside her, fucking
her hard and fast. Rose licked her lips and looked at Hagrid. He was looking at
her with a look of astonishment on his face.
"What yer doin'?" Hagrid asked her, helplessly.
"You were so nice, bringing me that cake. I want to do something nice for you
too."
"What?"
"Please, Hagrid. I want to suck your cock, please." She unbuttoned his breeches
without waiting for an answer and took his cock in her mouth. Rose had never
had something so big in her mouth and she was afraid that she was going to
choke but that was half the fun.
As soon as Hagrid felt her hot mouth around his cock, he threw his head back,
against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. That was all the permission
Rose needed before starting to suck in earnest.
Her lips were splitting, her mouth stretched and completely full. Hagrid's
moans and grunts were music to her hears, getting louder and louder the more
she sucked him. She moved her head up and down, trying to take his cock deeper
and deeper every time in her mouth, using her tongue sometimes to lick the
precome from the tip.
Her movements accelerated the more she got used to the intrusion, more than
half his cock inside her mouth. Fortunately her gag reflex was nonexistent or
she would never have been able to do it.
She used both her hands to cover the rest of the length, sometimes playing with
his balls like Mr Moore had taught her.
Soon, she felt him going rigid and then he was spurting hot semen in her mouth.
She swallowed it eagerly, enjoying the slightly bitter taste.
She loved sucking cocks almost as much as she liked having a cock thrusting
inside her. Having a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy was the thing
she loved most in the world. Fortunately thanks to Mr Moore and his friends and
sometimes Vernon and his colleagues she had experienced it more than once.
She felt Hagrid sagging against the sofa, completely sated and relaxed. Rose
stood up with a smile, her knees slightly sore from being on the floor for so
long.
She laid on the sofa next to him, her legs open on his thighs and started to
touch herself, four fingers inside her and the fingers of the other hand
rubbing frantically against her clitoris. She was so wet and aroused, she
needed to come so badly.
She noticed Hagrid had opened his eyes and was watching her avidly.
"Who taught yeh about sex? Yer only eleven years old."
"Oh, a neighbour. I was seven and he brought me to his house, gave me food and
let me watch TV. I rubbed his cock in exchange for that and it just went from
there." She explained while touching herself, her moans interrupting her words
from time to time. "He taught me more and more as time went on, introduced me
to his friends and they started to give me gifts and stuff. Dudley used to
torment me but then I started to let him and his friends touch me and they
stopped. Uncle Vernon too, he wasn't very nice to me but then I started to suck
his cock and he became nice. I got three meals a day and my own room. Now he
fucks me too and sometimes his colleagues too. They gave me gifts too and money
and stuff. It's really nice."
Hagrid looked outraged at that but didn't say anything. He let her finish and
then said "Go ter sleep Rose. Wer going to Diagon Alley tom'rrow."
"Yes, Hagrid." Rose replied with a smile on her face.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Warnings, sex between an adult and a 11-year-old girl. Underage but
     consensual.
     Hope you like this chapter. I know it's been a while but here I am.
     Anyway, next one Diagon Alley.

 Chapter 3
Rose woke up the next morning but kept her eyes closed, not wanting to face the
day just yet, not after the incredible dream she had.
She had dreamed that a half-giant had appeared to tell her that she was a witch
and that she'll go to a school of magic just like her parents. She had also
dreamed of sucking the cock of this half-giant but that was just how her mind
worked so she didn't find anything strange with it.
A loud, tapping noise intruded on her daydreaming and she sighed, knowing Aunt
Petunia was knocking on the door of her room to order her to make breakfast.
The tapping continued and she groaned. "All right, I'm getting up." She said
loudly.
She sat up and Hagrid's heavy coat fell off of her. He must have covered her
with it when she had fallen asleep on his lap after masturbating on him. So it
hadn't been a dream eh?
Hagrid himself was still sleeping in the same position she had left him last
night, half-sitting and half-sprawled on the sofa. His pants were still open,
his half-cock peeking out from it. Rose licked her lips, more and more
desperate to have that large cock inside her.
The tapping noise continued and Rose shifted her attention from Hagrid's hard
member to the owl rapping its claw on the window glass of the shack Vernon had
dragged all his family in yesterday, a newspaper in its beak.
Rose jumped on her feet, happy and light as a feather. She went to open the
window, letting the owl in. The owl immediately swooped in and landed on
Hagrid, dropping the newspaper on his lap. Then he jumped to the floor and
began attacking Hagrid's coat. Hagrid kept sleeping.
Rose tried to shoo the owl away but it almost bit her so she retreated her hand
and went to Hagrid, shaking him awake. "Hagrid, there's an owl."
"Pay him."
"What?" Rose asked, thinking she didn't understand right.
"He wants payin' fer deliverin' the paper. Look in the pockets."
Rose nodded and searched in the coat's countless pockets until she found a
handful of weird-looking coins.
"Give him five knuts."
"Knuts?"
"The bronze ones."
Rose nodded and counted five bronze coins. The owl held out his leg so Rose
could put the money into a small, leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off
through the open window.
Hagrid yawned loudly and opened his eyes. When he noticed his trousers were
still open, he blushed and closed them.
"Listen, what happened last night…You can't tell anyone about it."
Rose smirked at him and came closer to him until she was standing right in
front of him. Her dress was had gotten up her thighs during the night and she
knew Hagrid could perfectly see her pussy from the position he was in. He
looked, unable to help himself, gulping loudly and licking his lips.
"Oh, don't worry Hagrid. I won't say anything to anyone." Hagrid raised his
eyes to hers and breathed a sigh of relief. "Not as long as you do me a little
favour at least."
Hagrid frowned. "What favour?"
"Simple. Fuck me, just once, right now, and I won't tell anyone anything. I
will forget anything ever happened at all."
"Rose…" Hagrid said, reluctant but not really.
Rose jumped on his lap, one leg on either side of him and started to move her
hips over his cock, her wet pussy staining his crotch. "Come on Hagrid. I know
you want to." She felt going rock hard under her and she sped up her movements.
Hagrid put his large hands over her hips and for a moment it seemed like he
wanted to stop her but then he grabbed her and threw her on the sofa, face down
and arse in the air.
"Yer asked for it." He said to her, voice rough and irritated.
She heard him lowering the zip of his pants and then four large fingers
entering her pussy without warning or gentleness. Rose moaned and pushed
against his fingers, undulating her hips to push those fingers deeper in her.
She was so wet, she knew it wouldn't be long until she came. A second later the
fingers disappeared and something much larger took their place.
Rose had never had something so big inside her. It stretched her so fully, it
was a little uncomfortable but she didn't care, it was wonderful. She pushed
her arse backwards to get him to move and he immediately complied.
He started to push inside her with force but keeping his rhythm slow. Rose
moaned loudly. "Please Hagrid, please, faster. I want to come, make me come!"
She tried to grab the sofa cushions as a way to anchor herself to something but
her hands kept slipping.
Hagrid grabbed her hips and pushed them towards him with strength and Rose knew
bruises were going to appear there but she didn't care. His movements sped up
and Rose started to scream at the intense pleasure starting from her vagina and
spreading all over her body.
Hagrid wasn't any better, grunting and moaning and groaning like an animal.
"Yes! Yes! So close, I'm so close! Please!" She kept screaming.
Soon she felt pleasure invading her senses and her pussy tightened around
Hagrid's cock until he too came with a loud howl. She milked him of all he was
worth, his warm semen filling her up and seemingly never ending.
Finally she felt him going slack and soft inside her and he pulled away from
her.
Rose sagged on the sofa, knees on the floor, feeling his sperm going down her
legs but not wanting to move. She was sore in the best of ways.
Hagrid wasn't done yet though because immediately after he pulled out of her,
he knelt on the floor as well and started to lap the sperm he had left on her
pussy and legs like a cat would lick cream. He started with her inner thighs
and Rose started to scream, feeling the beginning of another orgasm coming.
Then his tongue climbed higher until she felt it between her legs, warm and
wet.
Rose moaned loudly, feeling that small thing pushing between her inner lips and
going deeper still, thrusting in and out and making her crazy.
Then, just as she was about to come again, Hagrid stopped. Rose whined in
protest, feeling like she was going to explode but unable to reach that peak
yet.
She felt him getting up, his trousers brushing against her naked skin. "There,
now you're all clean. Best be Off, Rose, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter
London an' buy all yer stuff fer school."
"But…" Rose moaned, pushing her hips behind her to make him understand that she
wasn't satisfied yet.
"Yer were bad, Rose. Bad girls don't get ter come a second time. If ye behave,
maybe I'll let ya come again later this morning."
Rose felt her pussy's inner muscles pulsating and tightening on air, feeling
empty and wet and aroused. How was she going to resist all morning like this?
"Yer not gonna touch yerself or won't let anyone else touch yer fer today. All
right?" Hagrid pushed two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out but with
extreme slowness. All it did was tease her more.
Rose moaned again and nodded. It seemed whatever reluctance Hagrid had, he had
gotten over it quickly.
"Good, now get up and get dressed!"
Rose did as told, feeling her legs like jelly. She went to the tiny bathroom of
the cabin to freshen up a little and get out of the dress she was wearing.
She put on a white spaghetti tight tank top with a plunging neckline that
showed a lot of her tits and a short denim skirt that covered her arse but
didn't go lower than that.
She decided to wear a lace g-string for the day, the satin rubbing on her
clitoris at every movement. Hagrid had said she couldn't touch herself, he had
something nothing about other things after all.
While she was in the bathroom she realized something very important she hadn't
thought on before.
"Erm, Hagrid?" She called out to him once she had gotten out of the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"I haven't got any money… and you heard Uncle Vernon last night… he won't pay
for me to go and learn magic."
"Don't worry about that," said Hagrid, standing up from the sofa he was sitting
on, munching on another sausage – probably this one too left over from
yesterday – and scratching his head. "D'yeh think yer parents didn't leave yeh
anything?"
"But if their house was destroyed…"
"They didn' keep their gold in the house, girl! Nah, first stop fer us
isGringotts. Wizards' bank. Have a sausage, they're not bad cold - an' I
wouldn' say no teh a bit o' yer birthday cake, neither."
"Wizards have banks?" Rose asked, more and more amazed.
"Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins."
Rose dropped the bit of sausage he was holding. "Goblins?"
"Yeah… so yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it, I'll tell yeh that. Never mess with
goblins, Rose. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer anything yeh want
ter keep safe… 'cept maybe Hogwarts. As a matter o' fact, I gotta visit
Gringotts anyway. Fer Dumbledore. Hogwarts business." Hagrid drew himself up
proudly. "He usually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin' you
gettin' things from Gringotts…knows he can trust me, see."
Rose nodded and finished eating, trying to ignore her discomfort.
"Got everythin'?" Hagrid asked her then. Rose nodded. "Come on, then."
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