Harry Potter and the Curse of Seven – Chapter One

Harry Potter groaned as he reached beneath the covers for the second time that night, For the past few weeks since he had gotten back from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had been unbearably horny. Day after day he had felt an almost overpowering urge to cum, it was all he could do to find the time and space to hid away and relief himself with his hand.

It wasn’t just that, he suspected that magic was in play as his normal six-inch member had grown by a few inches and thickening, he also noted that his balls had gotten bigger and heavier and he had been producing larger amounts of sperm, even after masturbating a few times a day. He knew about puberty having gone few it in his second year, but this was something else. Part of him was scared another part was proud of his size and stamina.

He stroked himself until he could feel his impending orgasm, he pictured her in his head, his crush for the past few years, bushy brown hair sprawled around her head as she lay bag and spread her legs, begging him to cum on her face as she pinched her nipples and slipped a finger in her soaking folds.

He grunted as he came, a dozen thick strands of cum erupting from his cock as he gripped the wad of tissues in his hand, The Dursleys had attributed their rise in toilet roll consumption to Dudley’s diet and didn’t suspect that it was Harry’s increased libido that was the culprit.

He cleaned himself up, wishing he could use magic to make the job easier collecting the tissues, pulling up his pyjama bottoms and exiting his room, he entered the bathroom and disposed of them down the toilet, he flushed and considered the mirror, his green eyes looking deep into his own, even his eyes looked different, they seemed to blaze with a deep heat. Harry shook his head and left for his bedroom,

The owl was perched next to his open window, a letter in his beak, Harry frowned at the unfamiliar bird and took the letter, with a quiet hoot it left, its wings buffeting the air as it flew away, Hedwig watched curiously as Harry opened the letter.
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Dear Harry,

Sirius told me about your letter to him, He wanted to speak to you himself but he knows the risk is too great, I have word that your friend Ron will be inviting you to the Quidditch World Cup next week, I will meet with you the Sunday night before you leave to discuss this matter in full.

For now, keep doing what you are doing, otherwise it will only get worse.

Remus Lupin
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Harry felt perplexed, Lupin? He hadn’t spoken to Lupin since he had left last year.
He has sent the letter to Sirius last week describing the changes in his body and mood, Sirius was the only male role figure that he could talk to, He smiled at the thought of asking Uncle Vernon about it.

[i]“Uncle Vernon, can I ask you something?”

“What do you want boy! Can’t you see I’m busy!”

“Sorry, it’s just that over the course of a month I grew a nine-inch dick and can hit the ceiling with my cum is this normal?”[/i]

The thought almost made him laugh, although it had been rather awkward to clean up after that little scenario. Looking back at the letter he re-read about the World Cup, Ron had told him that he would invite Harry, he had at least that to look forward to. He decided that he would deal with the letter in the morning, he was exhausted. His orgasms had been intense things of late and doing it several times in one night tended to tire him out.

He climbed into bed and pushing the letter under his pillow fell into a deep sleep.



He awoke to the sound of knocking on his door, he looked at his alarm and realised he had slept through it, he got up and opened the door. It was his Uncle Vernon, in his hand a multi-coloured letter, he looked livid.

“You!” he half shouted walking into the room “So!” He said accusingly, Harry was nonplussed, he had no idea what he had done or what had worked his uncle up so much.

“This just arrived!” said Uncle Vernon as he brandished the letter at Harry “A Letter about you” Harry raised his eyebrows and his eyes tracked the letter, which was full of what he realised were postage stamps, every inch apart from a small area for the Dursleys address was covered in different coloured stamps.

He handed Harry a piece of purple writing paper and watched as Harry read the letter.
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Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,

We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about my son Ron.

As Harry, might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really is a once-in-a lifetime opportunity.

Britain hasn’t hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school.

It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.

Hoping to see Harry soon,

Yours sincerely,

Molly Weasley

P.S. I do hope we’ve put enough stamps on.
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As Harry read the last line he looked back at the envelope in Vernon’s hand, he fought back a laugh, he looked up at his Uncles face and answered coolly.

“Looks like she did put enough stamps on then” He nodded towards the letter in his Uncles hand.

“This is not funny boy! The Postman noticed it and he….”

Vernon Dursley trailed of as Harry fixed him with a look, he didn’t know what urged him to do it but he had felt the sudden impulse to look deep in his uncle’s eyes.

He could see his uncle for a brief instant, sad and angry, prone to lash out at others for his own shortcomings, before he spoke.

“And the Postman laughed because it’s funny, could you just relax for once and not take everything so seriously, think about it, in a few days I’ll be gone and you won’t need to deal with me for almost a year” The words came out of Harry’s mouth but he didn’t hear them, he thought them in his head and spoke them aloud but he just heard vague noises come out of his mouth instead of words.

“I. I…You’re right, a simple misunderstanding” his Uncle gave a short laugh “You go to your World Cup, it’s not a problem for us, I’ll… see you downstairs boy…”

And with a half-smile on his face Vernon Dursley left the room, Harry heard him clump down the stairs, chuckling to himself.

Harry stared after him and frowned to himself, did he just control his uncle? He hadn’t meant to, he shrugged and turned around to see Pigwidgeon pelt into his room through his open window.

With a deft lunge Harry caught the small bird before hit collided with his wardrobe and took the letter from him, He opened it and saw it was from Ron.

He read the letter and smiled, He would be leaving Sunday afternoon and then he could finally speak to Lupin.

Those last few days at Number 4 Privet drive were some of the strangest of Harry’s life, Vernon Dursley had been downright pleasant, he had been relaxed and jovial.