Animal Instinct

Animal Instinct

12. Apprehension

The snores in the Gryffindor fourth year boys’ dorm were deafening, but they were nothing compared to the sounds coming out of the closed up bed of the youngest Weasley male. Thankfully, the curtains around the bed were silenced.

Not that Lavender Brown thought her voice will reach the other occupants of the room.

The buxom fourth year blond stared at the dark ceiling of the dorm, wincing at the grunt that her boyfriend released just beside her ear.

She reclined on Ron’s bed; her legs spread wide open, as her hands grasped onto her boyfriend’s buttcheeks, urging him to thrust harder. However, he seemed more focused on grinding against her, rather than delivering the intense, body-jarring thrusts she had expected. The scent of their passion filled the air, mingling with the sound of their heavy breathing. She shouldn’t have set such high expectations, knowing their usual lovemaking often left her unsatisfied. Perhaps, in her mind, she was projecting someone else onto her boyfriend at that moment.

A moan escaped after recalling the feel of Harry’s arm, not like the flabby, undefined mass that her boyfriend lugged around.

“Harder, Ron, Harder! Fuck me harder!” She urged the redhead, coiling her pussy muscles tightly against his invading member. “Pound my pussy raw.”

Her dirty talking, which Ron always enjoyed during sex, spurred the redhead on as he ground furiously above her, making some animal like grunting. He raised his hips, pulling out his stubby cock and then thrusted with force, invoking a slight thrill to whether he was going to mess her insides now. But…

“Fuck! Your pussy’s so wet, so good,” Ron groaned, pushing the entirety of his dick inside her fold. And started cumming.

“Umm….” The heat of the freshly released semen made her squirm, but her boyfriend stalled after a few seconds, sliding beside her and huffing. His cock was squirming, red and rapidly losing its rigidity, making her roll her eyes.

Now I have to wait an hour before he got a second wind.

She laid there, rolling her eyes while Ron’s breathing gradually got even. The stickiness in her groin felt yucky, especially as she felt the white spunk sticking to her pussy lips, some even escaping her fold. She grunted, feeling disgusted.

Not disturbing her boyfriend, she slowly climbed out of the bed, the chainsaw like snore from the others blasting against her eardrums. She was sure Ron would soon join his dormmates in making as much racket as possible, now thanking the tranquility and peace of the girl’s dorm. Her soft footsteps barely echoed on the stone floor, as she bit her lips, eyes toward the shower stall she had dragged Ron last year for some wet fun. 

She was far from satisfied for the night and was sure that after a bit of time Ron would be up for another round and she would take the rein this time, not just lying like a dead fish and staring at the pathetic celling. Her mind decided; she strode toward the showers before stopping at the foot of another hidden bed. The only bed that wasn’t emitting sounds to rouse the dead. 

Harry’s bed.

No wonder he wasn’t like other guys here. He always seemed so perfect, it stood to reason that he wouldn’t snore like every other guy. 

How she wished she had asked him out last year.

Her feet carried to the stalls, the enchanted light blinking, then brightening at her presence.

She closed the door of the last stall, and picked up the shower-head, bringing the lukewarm water streaming from the nozzle to her large breasts, thoroughly washing the globes while tweaking the large puffy nipples. 

The water gradually flowed low to her abdomen, then to her sticky pussy. She directed the flow to her petals, crouching slightly to get a better angle. The steady stream collided against her pussy, especially to her sensitive fold and the red clit, almost making her moan. She bit her lips, twirling the shower-head to her more sensitive areas, as slowly, steadily a pleasure grew between her legs.

Fuck! It felt even better than having sex with Ron!

The thought had barely crossed her mind when a muted thump of someone entering the boy’s dorm reached her ears. She twisted off the shower-head, heartbeat quickening. Who would come to the dorm at this time of the night? 

She had come searching for Ron well past three in the morning, sure of no one being awake at this time and considering another fifteen minutes had passed at the least—someone’s entrance to the dorm made her squirm uncomfortably.

Her eyes widened when heavy footsteps entered the shower room itself, before she heard the door of the stall beside her opening, then closing with a small thump. Heart beating a tutu in her ribcage, Lavender held her breath, listening with all her might about the happening of the other stall. 

Her eyes went to the partition between the two stalls, a flimsy wall made by someone which were raised almost a foot above the floor. She gulped. Should she do it?

Nosy, snooper, obnoxious—she had heard all those things mouthed behind her back because of her curiosity and the desire to know others’ secrets. Unfortunately, she was all those things, and the curiosity was eating her up. Biting her lips, she slouched, finally giving into the urge.

Getting so low on the floor that her breasts almost touched the wet tiles, Lavender crouched down, eyes squinting at the other occupant of the stall. At first a trouser fell, which the wizard in the stall kicked toward the basket in the corner. The second thing she noticed was the muscular tanned calf, too tanned to be from Seamus’ or too defined to be Neville’s. That certainly also ruled out Dean. But that would mean…

She got even lower, pressing her cheeks on the floor and saw a boxer falling down and then…

A huge, burly cock flopped downward to the knees of the wizard that Lavender spied, with the appendage so monstrous that only the shock stooped her from bursting her lungs and rousing every Gryffindor in the tower.

The head was red and round, with the thickness so wide that she had to bite her tongue to not make the moan that was threatening to escape. The pronounced veins, the mouthwatering ridges and the enormous balls that were swinging behind the cock just showed how virile the wizard in question must be. 

She had to know the identity of the wizard, though in the back of her mind a suspicion had formed already.

The wizard turned on the shower-head, and the sound of rushing water filled the air. Lavender’s eyes were drawn to the sight of water cascading over the massive muscles, their glistening surface reflecting the light. She imagined the scent of soap mingling with the steam, as her fingertips yearned to trace the defined lines of his thick thighs, cut abs, and powerful forearms. Lavender couldn’t help but feel a sense of security, knowing that those muscular arms could effortlessly carry her weight.

Pushing her face almost to the separation, she squinted upward. Her nipples tightened to thick, stubby nubs, pussy churning after getting a glimpse of the face of the wizard.

She should have known.

-oOo-

Ron’s eyes snapped open when he turned around on the bed. Barely any light peeked between the closed curtains and he had to blink to make sure it was still nighttime. Where there should be his blond girlfriend beside him, were only cold sheet. He raised himself on his elbows, rubbing his eyes. 

Bloody hell! Did she leave already?

Ron was sure they would do it again after the first round. But damn him, he was so aroused after seeing that blond chick from the French school that he almost lost his mind after nutting into his girlfriend. 

He should keep in mind to never hint that it was the French blond he was imagining while inside her girlfriend today. Lavender could be scary if riled up.

He raised the curtains of his bed, squinting in the semi-darkness, and winced. Bloody hell! It was like hearing his dad fiddle with that muggle abomination again—what was it called? Motar or something. 

How did he sleep through this much ruckus? He had half a mind to pour water into the bed belonging to Neville before a thud of the door closing from the shower reached him.

Huh! Who was taking a bath? At this time?

He had barely formed that thought when the towering silhouette of his best mate ghosted inside their dorm, tiptoeing to his bed. Ron quickly dragged the curtains down, keeping just a couple of inches of gap so he could spy on Harry.

Gulping at his mate’s muscular back glinting in the amber shadows of the dying candles, Ron held his breath as Harry untied the towel around his waist. And shoved that thing in the basket beside his bed before standing up. Butt-naked.

Bloody hell! Closing the curtain, the youngest Weasley male plopped down on his bed, the image of his best mate swimming in his eyes. He didn’t realize how long he was just staring at the ceiling, thinking of the past, when the curtain around his bed was dragged back. He closed his eyes immediately, squinting. 

His girlfriend—also butt-naked and wet, panting like she had just come from chasing the full pack of gnomes, picked her scattered clothes from his bed, which she had discarded in her hurry earlier during their encounter. 

Ron’s blue eyes took in her busty tits when she fiddled around, glistening with water as if she had just had a shower. But He just saw Harry coming from the bathrooms. That would mean…

His blond girlfriend collected her clothes and scampered from there, closing the curtains and not even looking in his direction for once.

Ronald Weasley closed his eyes, head thumping against his pillows. 

NO…NO…NO! It couldn’t be happening. His girlfriend couldn’t just leave him for his bastard of a friend. 

Couldn’t she? A snide voice which had always reminded him of his inadequacies whispered in his ears. Hadn’t he dreaded the same thing? After all, that was the reason he had distanced himself from Harry, not wanting him to be around his girlfriend. Not after the way Lavender’s eyes had lingered on his mate’s muscles. 

Hadn’t he feared his once best friend would steal Hermione’s attention as well, even though she wasn’t his girlfriend and he had no right to demand Harry to not fool around with their best female friend?

Harry could certainly do it. Could certainly steal Hermione from him. If his bastard friend could despoil his mother, then there was nothing he couldn’t do.

Just thinking about that accursed night made him panic.

-oOo-

During the summer holidays.

‘He will kill those damn bastards!’ The youngest son of the Weasley family’s thoughts would have shocked his parents. 

He should have realized any pastries left aside by the twins must be laced with something and, like a fool, he inhaled all of that, not even thinking about the consequences. 

His stomach rumbled, the uncomfortable burning persistent and annoying. 

He turned around. Lying sideways helped a bit, but still not enough for him to fall asleep. 

Harry’s slow breathing came from the sleeping bag on the floor, making him grumble some more. Look at the git sleep so peacefully while I suffer here…

The twins' antics not only kept him wide awake, but also made him yearn for the delectable chocolate custards his mother had lovingly prepared for dinner. His stomach had twisted after the first spoonful and he had almost emptied his entire dinner there on the spot. But the way everyone had relished at the taste — Ron promised bloody vengeance on the twins for depriving him of his desert.

He twisted and turned on his bed, staring at the small cobweb in the corner of his room. Micheal Murdoch, the best keeper in his opinion flew out of view of the large poster on the side of his bed, waving at him decked in his orange garb which was muted as the moonlight filtering from the open window made him look more like a Magpie player.

He tried to cast his mind on the last Chudley Cannons game. The way the referee had blatantly cheated and gifted the Tornadoes penalties after penalties almost made him forget about his stomach problem. 

A tiny click in the door snapped his eyes. The lanky redhead squinted. Who would enter their room at this time? 

Two freckled, identical faces grinned in his mind eye and his hand almost went toward the wand beneath his pillow, itching to show those fools what messing with him felt like.

A single shadow entered his room stealthily. Only when the shadow had crossed a good portion of the room and stopped at the foot of Harry’s sleeping bag, did his eyes took in the intruder’s identity. 

What the hell was she wearing?

For a moment, he almost dreaded that the twin’s prank was still ongoing, and the last few hours he had spent was some kind of hallucination. Because that could only explain his mother’s presence inside his room. Especially at this time, and certainly dressed like this.

The thought of his mother being very well endowed had registered in his mind, but it wasn’t something that he had ever focused on. But now…

With a red camisole that almost spilled her humongous tits, her mother looked more like those scarlet witches from the magazines. Though he grudgingly admitted that none of their breasts were this huge. 

And why did she even have a dress like this?

But the biggest question—what was she doing dressed like that in his room? 

Pretending to be asleep, even though his eyes were slightly open, Ron held his breath. 

No…NO way! He almost cursed out loud when his mother forced inside Harry’s sleeping bag and dragged Harry’s pajama down in a hurry, her tongue hanging out, making an incredibly lewd face.

What the hell? 

For a moment he almost believed that the sparse light in the room had made him see things because certainly his best mate didn’t have a dick bigger than a beater bat hidden inside his pant?

His mother took hold of that grotesque sized cock and started jerking his mate’s cock, not caring that his best mate was still asleep.

Was she assaulting Harry? Ron gulped, wondering if it could be true.

Her hands were savage, jerking that monstrous pillar with a speed that made Ron nauseous. What in the Merlin’s name are you doing, mom? Why are you playing with my mate’s cock? Even if it was multiple times bigger than anything he had ever seen.

His famous friend groaned before blinking, and Ronald Weasley waited for his selfless mate to protest his mom’s slutty behavior.

“Couldn’t wait anymore, could you?” Harry curbed his yawn, his hands going up and bunching his mother’s loose hair. “I wonder what will you do after I return to Hogwarts.”

What? Did that mean…had they done this before?

Ron wasn’t sure why he continued staring at his mom, neither getting up and stopping her from acting like a slut.

His mother opened her mouth over the fleshy pillar and kept drooling until a thick wad of spittle glazed that red, disgusting organ. Her hands quickly splattered the gooey, sticky liquid all over the entire length—a wet ‘flap!’, ‘flap!’ echoing throughout his bedroom.

Harry tugged his mom’s hair, forcing her to look toward him. “What are you doing, you whore? Do you want your son to wake up and see what has become of his dear mom?”

“Don’t worry!” His mom’s voice was even higher pitched than normal. “I have laced tonight’s desert with a powerful sleeping potion. You could fuck me over my husband and he would still keep snoring.”

Mom…Ron whined in his mind. There was clear pride in her voice, as if what she had done wasn’t immoral enough. 

“I should have known.” Harry spat, dragging his mom by the hair and sealing her open mouth with his lips. Ron had to listen to his bastard of a friend make out with his mom, their lips smacking wetly, making him shiver. His mom kept jerking the black-haired bastard’s cock, which was now lodged between both of their torso. They separated, and his mother let out a pathetic whine, searching for his friend’s lips like it was her lifeline. “I wondered why you gave me a different desert than you family.”

That fucking disgusting whore! Drugging us and fooling around with Harry. If he wasn’t sick, then they could have carried on with their dirty deeds without his knowledge.

Harry roughhoused his mom’s camisole down her boobs and immediately latched onto her breasts; suctioning the tit-flesh, biting the nipples and mauling the hefty huge flesh like they were his own toys. 

You bastard! Those were for us Weasleys!

His mother moaned, running her hands loving through Harry’s bird-nest, cooing and pushing his head deeper into her bosoms. 

She was clearly loving it…

His blood boiled as Harry kept sucking on his mom’s boobs, justified fury boiled through his veins like flowing lava. Still, he didn’t protest, neither did he show any sign that his mom’s plan had failed and one of her son was wide awake, witnessing her descent into madness. A healthy flush of shame spread along his cheeks when the sight of his mom’s huge knockers made his cock stiffen inside his pajamas, and he stealthily shuffled, pushing one of his hand inside.

A thrum of pleasure washed over him when he tried to stuff the arousal down, his palms sticky with his own pre-cum. Ron felt like crying, realizing he had started to enjoy the sight of his mate fooling around with his mother.

His mom finally pushed Harry back, her tits getting distended when they get dragged away from her body by Harry’s teeth. 

“OOOHHH!”

The nipples sprang back and her tits wobbled, and Ron’s stomach tightened at the most arousing sight.

“Please Harry, please fuck me. Fuck me with that monster of yours. I missed this so much.” The curvy redhead took hold of the still hard cock and nuzzled it, sounding desperate. 

“What? I have been gone for just a couple of days. Don’t tell me you are already this horny?”

“Yes! Three days are too long to for my needy pussy without your cock. I am dreading you going back to the schools.” His mother lifted herself above Harry’s form and squatted over the hulking mass of flesh that his mate was sprouting from his groin. She angled her clean-shaved pussy toward the veiny monster, her fat pussy lips opening up the moment Harry’s huge cock-head touched the wrinkled folds.

Harry didn’t answer, just lying back and letting his mom do all the work. His eyes remain glued to his mom’s heavy breasts.

“FUCKKK! YES!” His mother screamed, swallowing Harry’s first inch into her cheating cunt, then forcing the entire unbelievable length in one go. Her ass clapped as it collided against his mate’s pelvis. The loud smack felt like a slap to his face.

“Damn Molly! You really are backed up, aren’t you? Your cunt is squeezing me like crazy.” Harry said, putting his hand to her mother’s thin waist. “Poor Arthur. No wonder he couldn’t tame a slut like you.”

His mother’s entire body shook, tits shaking as she moaned from taking Harry’s cock to the hilt. 

“Fuck! You are almost on the verge. I can feel it.” Harry raised himself a bit and gave a shallow thrust. “Don’t worry, my redheaded slut. I will take care of your needs.”

No, you won’t. Ron grouched inside. He would tell his dad everything the first thing in the morning and he would kick his cheating mom and his bastard of a friend out of the Burrow. Then they would realize what the pain of betrayal felt like. His hand, which was slowly stroking his cock, stalled at a sudden realization. Harry was rich, like filthy rich and if his dad kick out both of them, then they could just buy a house and fuck as much as they want. His cock spurted a massive load of pre-cum at the thought.

The fuck was he going to do now?

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Pound my pussy, love, pound my pussy, you wonderful bastard.” His mom screamed, her tits resting on Harry’s chest as Harry started drilling into his mom from below. Harry’s arms encircled his mother like they were fucking lovers and his hips blurred, the horse-like cock ravaging the inside of her squelching hole. A disgusting smell assaulted his nose, and it took him barely anytime to recognize the source.

Was that his mother’s pussy? The musky smell become overwhelming, spreading into his bedroom with alarming speed.

“Take my fucking cock! Yes! Take it good!” Harry’s voice was strained. “I wonder if Ron would realize what had happened in his room tomorrow? Realize that his mother had been fucked within an inch inside his own room.”

“GRRRHHH!” No similar sound had he ever heard from his mom. But then again, he had never seen her like this.

The wet squelching got even louder. The speed of Harry’s hips increasing so much that Ron actually feared for his mom’s safety.

They again started smooching like horny teenagers, with her mother’s scream getting swallowed by Harry.

Ron’s own hand picked up speed inside his trouser. He stopped his own groan, his cock lurching, preparing to make a mess inside.

Harry and his mom held together tightly with Harry thrusting from below and his mother curvy body jarring down in rhythm. Their speed faltered and Ron kept his eyes locked toward the amorous couple, his orgasm almost on the verge.

A horrible gurgling sound came from their glued mouth, and his mother’s curves jiggled. She ground over Harry, her body trying to contort unnaturally, and Ron realized what was happening.

He shut his eyes tightly, his cock jerking and spewing a few rounds of sticky cum inside his trouser.

Fuck!

-oOo- 

Ron jerked awake from the nightmare, panting as the phantom pleasure still raced through his body. A few early titters from the birds came from the outside and he blanched seeing the mess he had made around his groin.

Not again.

His dormmates were still sleeping by the sound outside of his curtain, and his eyes burned in shame. 

He couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour, and already the dreaded memory had haunted him again. Seeing his mom like that, Ron still wasn’t sure how he had stopped himself from blurting out her crime to the entire Burrow.

He hadn’t been able to gather enough courage to confess to his dad, neither he could bring himself to tell his brothers about what the Weasley matriarch was up to.

And how did he pay for his cowardice? By forced to watch Harry plow his mom through their entire house—from the kitchen table, to the empty bedrooms, to the garden and barn outside the house proper—nothing was safe from their disgusting acts.

A vein popped on his forehead after remembering the last night before their arrival here. To see his father getting kicked out of his bed while still deep in his sleep and then his mother riding that bastard in her marital bed and making a complete mess after squirting a dozen times; Ron shivered, searching for justification for standing outside of her parent’s bedroom for hours and witnessing the debauchery.

Not only that day, every day after learning about their betrayal, Ron had avoided the deserts and spied on them, sometimes even going outside to continue his vigil. He tried to forget the amount of times he had rubbed his cock upon seeing Harry ruin his mother. That was just a natural reaction, he consoled himself. Not because he enjoyed seeing his mom’s busty body get wrecked by his mate’s monster cock. He was sure of that.

His spent cock got hard just by thinking about them; one hand, going to his appendage that he noted in the back of his mind was minuscule compared to his mate. And he closed his eyes, gripping his cock. His mind going back to the time Harry had mounted his mother in the bathroom.

Fuck!

-oOo-

The next night.

His firebolt in his hands and the marauders map inside his pocket, Harry Potter glanced back at the dorm room before taking a deep breath. A weariness lingered in his bones, maybe from losing his sleep for two nights straight or maybe for some other unknown reason, he couldn’t be sure. But some things were more important than sleeping.

Maybe he should halt his late night excursions for the time being after tonight.

After a last glance and seeing everyone of his dormmates deep in their sleep, Harry mounted his broom and slowly glided away from the Gryffindor tower window, marking the row and position for return.

The presence of his invisibility cloak would have been a boon, but without it…

His grip on the broom handle tightened, and he felt like slapping himself. Only the assurance of Adrastia stopped him from going back to the Hogsmeade tonight and search for his family heirloom himself. Maybe it was an apt reminder for him to always keep his mind in the right place, even if he was in the presence of some Demi-sex-goddess. 

What did she mean by acquiring the cloak from the finder? Harry couldn’t guess. Though he would pay any price for the last connection to his father.

The lights were off inside most of the towers and the dorms and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at no-one glancing outside and seeing the boy-who-lived going for a late night fly.

A few pinpricks of light came from some teacher’s quarters and Harry steered clear from them, even flying around a turret to evade professor McGonagall’s office. With his dark silhouette almost making him invisible, Harry slowly guided his broom to the courtyard. Hagrid’s cottage loomed in the distance, giving him a good marker. Dropping a bit after reaching the edge of the forest, Harry glanced at his big friend’s cottage, breathing a sigh after seeing the pitch darkness from one of the open windows. Hagrid might seem like a dunce, but Harry was witness to his incredible alertness when the situation demanded. 

The thick oaks, junipers, and pines criss-crossed ahead of him, blocking every hint of starlight from reaching the undergrowth.

And the silence… It was fucking eerie.

Well… here to being a Gryffindor.

He clasped the broom handle and used his hard earned skill as the seeker to navigate the twisting paths; the thick brambles brushing against his hanging legs. 

Squinting while steering, Harry also kept his ears open for any movement in the forest bed. His ears twitched at the sound of a hoof striking the gravel and dried leaves before he groaned seeing a large stag prancing with his mate.

Harry quickly steered himself a different way, throat clogging. Impatience gradually arose as he kept meandering aimlessly above the branches, not a single sign of his intended targets. 

Where the hell did they live again? He was already well inside the forbidden forest and traversing any deeper would mean exploring some place he had never even heard of.

The wide resting place of his broom somehow lodged itself inside his arse with his fidgeting, pushing his trouser inside his crack and Harry grimaced. For fuck’s sake!

Just as he had disembarked in a small clearing, and was in the process of massaging his ass, an arrow whooshed past his ear, probably cutting a few strands of his hair before thudding against the tree behind.

The curse died in his throat. Only the reminder of every animal in a few miles rushing his way stopped him from letting out the mother of all screams. 

Almost silent hoofs entered the clearing, making him whirl around. His eyes widened to see one of his intended target galloping toward him, before he remembered their distaste for the wizard kind and quickly snapped his wand from his holster.

Now, what was he going to do? He was sure their eyesight was also a lot better than him, especially in his human form but in his other form…

He hadn’t planned to encounter one of them face to face and his primary intention was more like to scout any possible candidate, but now that the confrontation was inevitable, maybe transforming into his other form would be the best idea. Surely Adrastia would let this single time go?

He focused on the feeling of changing, willing his magic to do the rest.

“Harry Potter! We met again.”

The soft voice and the familiar tone—Harry’s concentration faltered. 

A lone centaur came dangerously close to him, before he gathered enough courage to light his wand, almost stumbling at those impossibly blue eyes barely a few feet away from him.

The handsome centaur’s name came to his lips from the memory and he breathed out in wonder. “Firenze?”

The tension drained from his body, shoulders slacking from the tight coil. If the blond-haired centaur kept his previous disposition towards wizards, then Harry was sure of not being in immediate danger.

“It’s too deep dangerous to be traveling to this part.” The same ethereal voice from his memory, not to mention the same words of caution.

“How are you, Firenze?” Harry asked, hoping that his pleasant demeanor might help him in getting some inside info about their mysterious herd structure. “And I am not that weak kid anymore, you know. I can take care of myself now.” 

“Yes. I can see that,” Firenze said, their heads in the same height. “You were merely a foal the last time you came with Hagrid. But now…”

“Yeah…Kind of.” Harry shuffled awkwardly. Talking with a centaur was always unnerving with their half-human form and Firenze, in particular, had an almost ethereal look, as if he was moments away from imparting some life-changing prediction.

“Venus has been getting brighter. A lot brighter.”

Just like that. Now if only he could decipher their riddles.

“Really?” Harry stared up at the clear sky, the top branches hiding most of the constellation, and Harry had also forgotten which part of the sky Venus was a part of.

“And it coincided with the dimming of the Mars.” Firenze stared up and Harry wondered if the centaur had some kind of x-ray vision to look past the trees.

“How strange.” Harry gently picked up the broom, slowly backpedaling while the blond stargazer was busy with his, well…stargazing.

Maybe he would have to come after retrieving his invisibility cloak. Or perhaps he would have to hit the library to learn the disillusionment charm. It wasn’t supposed to be too advanced.

If only he got a whiff of where the younger female centaurs were kept then maybe he could sneak in and seduce one of the more adventurous ones?

What a waste of time this turned out to be!

“Come with me, Harry Potter.” Firenze’s unfocused eyes suddenly zeroed on his form while he was sneakily climbing over his broom. “I believe I could help you in your endeavor here.”

“What?”

Firenze turned on his hind leg, securing his bow strongly over his broad shoulders. “Keep low and follow me. And fly away if any of my brethren intercept us.”

“Wait, a damn second Firenze—” The centaur galloped away, either not hearing his sputtering or purposefully ignoring him. “What do you mean by my endeavor?”

“You should keep you voice low, Harry Potter. Animals have a better hearing than you kind.”

Harry cursed inside his mind. For a moment, he even thought about aborting Firenze’s plan and escaping by his trusty Firebolt. But if the centaur led him to his female herd…

Then again, how could the blond stargazer even guess his intention of being here? Surely they weren’t that clairvoyant?

Firenze raced past the low-hanging branches and the protruding roots like they weren’t even there, his hoofs barely striking the ground. Harry thanked Oliver and his manic training, barely weaving in and out of the thick trees and saving himself from spattering in some thick trunk.

He kept following the centaur deep inside the forest. Deeper than he had ever ventured. Maybe only Hagrid had been fortunate enough to visit these parts? But Firenze kept up his galloping, racing past some clearing that Harry was sure was occupied by something large and scary.

He pointed the broom handle upward to put a brake on his speed, the muscular hindquarter of the centaur slowing down ahead. His blond head turned toward him.

“Listen carefully, we are about to enter my people’s area.” Firenze said gravelly. “No human had ever put their foot here and if the herd realized what I have facilitated…”

Harry gulped at the ominous warning. This place was out of bound for even Hagrid?

“Stay out of sight. I have to guide you round the area where Bane and others must be resting.”

Harry nodded, gripping his only escape tool like a lifeline. The trees here were less dense than previously, thus the darkness wasn’t all pervasive, allowing them to see each other much better. 

Only then did Harry realize it would make him an easier target for those other brutes.

Damn that fucking ritual! And damn that fucking no-nose fucker!

Firenze took a cautionary pace, going around what now Harry realized was a large settlement with all the sound that was coming from ahead. He also noted the periodic high-pitched voices, no doubt of the female quality.

If the females of his species were in there, then where was Firenze taking him? Harry realized the blond centaur could actually be completely under some mis-comprehension about his mission here. 

The thought wasn’t comforting.

They sneaked away from the home of the centaurs, with Harry getting apprehensive as his targets moved that far away from his grasp.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, Firenze’s cautionary steps eased out. The trees ahead mellowed out and Harry realized they were in the crevice of a small hill. Sound of flowing water reached him from somewhere nearby, and his spine stiffened. Just by Firenze’s trotting, he realized they were near their destination.

Turning left along the rock cropping, Harry thought he heard movement ahead, with a gigantic oak trunk whose girth could be fatter than the great hallways door, blocking their view.

“Here we are.” Firenze said, stopping in his track. “I shouldn’t go any further.”

“Firenze…” Harry gritted his teeth, keeping his temper in check by his willpower alone. “I don’t know what you thought I came here for, but I certainly wasn’t looking for peace and tranquility. And as beautiful as this place is—” Harry said that sarcastically. “This wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“I know that, Harry Potter.” Firenze turned away from him, as if about to depart from the clearing. “You will find what you are looking for behind the oak.”

“And what will I find there?”

Firenze straightened up and gazed toward the sky, now unimpeded by any trees or leaves. “Venus is getting brighter. And we centaurs should do everything it foretells us to do. Even if some decisions could be called conscientious by my kind.”

“Yes, I understand that.” Harry barely held onto his patience by a thread. “But if you could simplify that, so us mere wizards could understand.”

Firenze gave him an unnerving stare, opening his mouth for no doubt some more banal talk.

“Is that you, Firenze?”

Harry’s neck swiveled, eyes gradually rounding into large saucers. Someone, or should he say a centaur, almost glided from behind the oak, the long blond hair flowing to almost her hooves like a waterfall. 

“Yes mother. I hope you don’t mind me bringing my friend here.”

Mother! 

Harry choked, swallowing his spit through the wrong pipe. The sound of hooves reached near them and Harry quickly realized the centaur he had thought as a female variety in his first year encounter must be an effeminate male centaur. Because that guy certainly wasn’t built like this…

“Your friend? A human wizard?” 

“Yes mother. I believe he will need your help in defeating a great foe.”

“Indeed?”

The female centaur circled him, and Harry wasn’t sure what was she checking.

“I will leave my friend in your care, then.” Firenze departed from the clearing after saying that, leaving his so-called friend in his mother’s care.

Now what was he supposed to do? He hadn’t even dreamed about meeting a female centaur face-to-face tonight.

“Well, wizard… let’s see what kind of help you require from me.”