Harry in the Hellmouth (Ch. 18)(Exclusive)

Harry in the Hellmouth

Chapter 18

“Leviathans of Olde … 1721 edition …” Harry read, putting the book on his shelf. He was properly cataloging all of the new books that were on sale. He had gotten into contact with a man in LA who used to own and operate a magic shop. Sadly, there were far fewer magic users than there used to be. As such, he was forced to close down. Harry had bought out his stock of books along with any magical objects or ingredients that he owned. By then, the man was old and ready to move to Thailand where he could retire in peace. He just wanted to get rid of everything that he owned, since he couldn’t take it with him. Because of this, Harry got all of his stuff for incredibly cheap.

“The Black Arts of the Mesmoridion Pass … no date …” Harry wrote down the name into his ledger. He would add it to his catalog after he was done.

“Borathor the Unfrozen … 1854 …” Harry sighed. This was the worst part about running his own business. Getting the items to sell was the fun part. Cataloging all of them was tedious and boring. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a helper that could alleviate his troubles.

“Vengeance is Yours … Susanna Winslow …” Harry began reading from the next book.

“1621,” a female voice finished from behind. Harry turned and looked at the young lady who had just entered his warehouse. Harry raised an eyebrow and checked the date. She was correct.

“You know your magical texts,” Harry complimented her. The young woman smiled at him.

“I know a thing or two about Vengeance demons,” she admitted. The girl looked to be around the same age as Buffy and Willow. She was quite pretty with shoulder-length, straw-blonde hair. She was wearing a black dress and a small, white cardigan sweater.

“I can tell,” Harry said. “Now … What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I was hoping that you had some Sacred Sand for sale. I asked a few people that I know, and they all told me to come to you,” she said. Harry placed his ledger down and nodded.

“I have a decent amount. I got a kilo of it just last week as a matter of fact,” Harry told her. He led her around the corner and through the large rows of shelves until they reached the section where Harry kept his powders. The area was enchanted to ward off humidity. He didn’t want his powders clumpy. “How much are you looking for?”

He noticed that the girl was swiveling her head around, taking in all that he had to offer. She jumped slightly when he asked her for an amount. “Oh … Uh … Four ounces should be fine,” she answered. She watched as he went and grabbed the necessary items.

Harry pulled out a small, digital scale and a silver spoon. Harry then covered the scale plate with a small square of parchment paper. He carefully opened a small glass jar before opening the larger jar containing the powder. He spooned the correct amount onto the scale and lifted up the paper by the corners. Harry dumped the powder into the small, glass jar and put the top on. “That’s twenty dollars an ounce … so eighty dollars ought to cover it.”

The pretty girl nodded and pulled money from her pocket. She counted out the correct number of twenties and handed it to him. In return, Harry handed her the jar of purple sand. “Pleasure doing business with you,” Harry happily said.

“You too,” she said as he led her back to the front of the warehouse.

“Here … Just in case you need anything else of the magical variety,” Harry said, handing her one of his enchanted catalogs. She smiled prettily at him.

“Thank you. I’m Anya by the way,” she introduced herself, holding out her hand. Harry shook her hand. He noticed that her skin was incredibly soft, as though she had never done a lick of manual labor in her entire life, which may have been the case.

“Harry Potter … A pleasure to meet you, Anya.” Harry opened the metal door for her. She smiled at him one more time before she left him to get on with his boring work. Her sweet scent lingered after she left.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Harry jauntily strolled down the darkened street of Sunnydale on his way to the Bronze for a drink with his friends.

“Makin’ my way downtown … walkin’ fast,” he sang before finishing by whistling. He had just passed by an alley and saw two vampires coming out of a dark corner. They were coming up behind a girl that looked very much like … “Willow?” Harry called out in confusion. Why was Willow dressed in leather, Harry asked himself. As they moved closer, Harry apparated behind them with a conjured stake in hand. As quick as a flash, he jammed the wooden stake into one of their backs. He screamed and disappeared into a cloud of dust. The other, darker-skinned vampire turned on him, his face twisted and gnarled. A growl left his mouth, and he swung hard.

Harry ducked and struck with his stake in a side swing. The vampire was too quick and blocked Harry’s hand. A hard punch made Harry stumble back into a pile of garbage bags that had been left out for collection. As the vampire stalked closer, Harry held up his hand and saw that no stake was in it. “Looking for this?” the vampire chuckled menacingly, flipping the stake in his hand. “I suppose you want this back?” he asked, flipping it again until he was holding it in a threatening way.

“No … You can keep it,” Harry smirked and flicked his wand.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” the vampire screamed as the stake and his hand erupted in flames. He tried to drop the flaming piece of wood, but it was too late. The fire was already creeping up the sleeve of his brown, leather jacket. He thrashed around, trying to put out the flames, but it was no use. Harry was already on his feet and gave him a powerful side kick. The vampire flew back and slammed into the brick wall, bursting into dust. Harry dusted himself off and walked over to Willow who was looking on with her mouth hanging open. Harry whistled appreciatively as he checked her out.

“Nice, new look, Willow,” Harry told her, grabbing her hips. “Maybe I should pay you a visit tonight,” he said seductively, pulling her close and kissing the side of her neck. “We can play Virgin Wizard and the Naughty Biker Babe,” he teased, grabbing her ass and kissing her more passionately than she had ever been kissed.

Vampire Willow didn’t know what the hell was going on. First, she was dragged into the strange, boring world, and now she was being assaulted by this man’s mouth. Even so, she couldn’t help but moan as he began sucking on her tongue and palming her tight cheeks. As her hands lifted, she had been intent on snapping his neck, but instead, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him tighter against her body. Harry responded by stuffing his hand down the backside of her pants. His hand slid its way down her smooth cheek, his fingers dipping low. They moved between her cheeks, and Harry touched her dampening slit. Willow moaned harder against his mouth. Back and forth his fingers slid across the length of her wet slit. Her hips began bucking against his hand, and Harry knew what she wanted. He pushed his magic through his fingers and into her body. Willow squealed and came hard. Her juices leaked over his fingers, completely drenching them. Her body was trembling and bucking as she slowly came down from her massive orgasm. All too soon, in her opinion, he broke the kiss and kept his hand on her ass.

“You coming to the Bronze with me?” he asked. Without even thinking about what he was asking, she answered, “Sure … I’ll be there in a minute.” She was still blinking away the daze as he told her to not be too long. When she finally came to her senses, he was gone.

After a while, Harry went back to his apartment. Buffy hadn’t been at the Bronze when he arrived, and when he went out to look for Willow when she was taking too long, he discovered that she was also gone. Harry just figured that something had come up. He enjoyed a few drinks and went home. Of course, the night wasn’t a total wash. Eventually, Cordelia came in looking sexy in her sparkly dress. She walked up to his chair, and Harry placed his hands on the backs of her thighs. Moving his hands up and underneath the hem of her short dress, he smiled when he felt that she was only wearing a minuscule thong. It seemed that the women in his life had finally realized how much he enjoyed feeling them up at random times and decided to tease him by wearing very tiny underwear or even no underwear at all.

“You’re never going to believe this … but Willow is a vampire?!” she screeched as he pulled his hands from under her dress. He looked at her with confusion.

“What?”

“Willow! A Vampire!”

“Willow’s a vampire?” he asked again.

“Yes!” Cordelia squealed, flailing her arms crazily.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure! She attacked me! Thankfully, Wesley was there to help me,” she told him.

It was then that something dawned on him. Willow was dressed very strangely when he had last met her. “I’m going to talk to Buffy,” he told her, disappearing with a pop and not caring that Cordelia was rolling her eyes.

Harry checked Buffy’s house, Willow’s house, and the school library, but he finally found them in the Bronze. “Hey guys,” Harry said, joining the group of people surrounding Giles, the two Willows, and for some reason, Anya. Buffy and Angel quickly shushed him. Giles was chanting something from a book. Vampire Willow looked up at him and smirked. She blew him a kiss just before she disappeared. When she was gone, everyone looked at him.

“What?” he asked defensively.

“Why did the other me blow you a kiss?” the real Willow asked, getting up from the ground and brushing the dirt from her bottom.

“Who knows? I am very desirable after all,” he said, smiling cheekily. “Hey, Anya!” he called out, waving at the sour-looking girl.

“And how do you know her?” Willow asked, crossing her arms across her chest and raising an eyebrow.

“She bought some stuff from me earlier,” Harry answered truthfully. “So what did I miss?”

It wasn’t long before everyone decided to go home. It was late and apparently, they had had a long night. Willow took a shower and went into her bedroom. She squeaked in fright when she saw Harry standing there. “Willow?” she heard her mother call from downstairs. “Are you alright?” she asked.

“I’m fine, Mom!” Willow yelled out. Harry quickly pulled her into the room and closed the door. He waved his wand and threw up some privacy spells. Willow was still breathing heavily as Harry pulled her toward the bed. Willow squealed again as she was softly pushed back onto the mattress. Before she knew it, Harry was tugging her comfy, sensible pajama pants down her legs. Harry silently pushed her knees apart, exposing her panty-covered slit. She didn’t need to be told to keep them like that. His look told her everything that she needed to know.

Willow kept her eyes on him as he removed all of his clothes. Her heart fluttered when his boxers were kicked off and his long, hard cock was bouncing around. Harry’s eyes lowered down her body until they rested on her panties. Willow’s eyes followed his, and she saw that there was a big wet spot on the crotch. She eeped and closed her legs quickly. Harry just chuckled and grabbed her panties, practically tearing them off of her soft, supple body. Willow was breathing wildly as he grabbed the front of her pajama top. With a hard pull, the buttons flew everywhere as the top was ripped open. Her perky, teenage tits were exposed to him, her light pink nipples as hard as rocks. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he grabbed her by the tops of her thighs and pulled her to him as he knelt down. She could feel his hot breath washing over her wet, throbbing pussy. “You know, Willow,” he said, giving her hard clit a lick. Her body bucked, and she moaned like a whore. “You look good in leather,” he teased her as he buried his face between her parted legs.