The sun was setting, and the room was filled with a warm, fading light. Harry Potter stood by the window, staring out, the letter in his hand crumpled from how long he'd been holding it. He'd read it a dozen times, but it didn't make leaving any easier.
Behind him, Marlene McKinnon sat on his bed, her foot tapping lightly on the floor.
"So, you're really doing this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't have a choice,"
She stood up and walked up to him. "There's always a choice."
She stopped just behind him, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her presence. "You don't have to go."
Harry turned, finally meeting her eyes. "This isn't about what I want. It's about what I have to do."
Marlene's lips pressed together in a thin line, her hazel eyes locked on his. "Then take me with you,"
Harry shook his head. "I can't. You know I can't."
She let out a frustrated laugh, crossing her arms. "Always the noble one, aren't you? Always putting yourself last."
"Marlene…You're the best thing in my life. You've kept me grounded. But this is something I have to do alone."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, with a quiet sob, Marlene leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. It was a kiss full of desperation, like she was trying to hold onto him with every ounce of strength she had. Harry pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her as if he could protect her from the pain he was causing.
He thought for a moment about staying for Marlene. But all this magical world that awaited him was something big. Something unprecedented that turned his life upside down. He didn't even know how badly he needed this intrusion.
He looked down at the white tank top hugging her large tits and at the wide hips that he more than once held in his hands as he fucked her hard from behind. They had a good time. But it was time for new challenges. That didn't mean they couldn't have fun one last time. He moved his hands to her shoulders and looked into her eyes. His touch was both intimate and commanding, and she knew, without him having to say a word, what he desired.
Her heart raced as she sank to her knees. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, and she knew he expected her compliance. Like always.
Marlene didn't really know why she was so submissive.
Her fingers deftly worked on the button and zipper of his jeans.
Harry's breath hitched as she revealed him, his cock thick and long, the sight of it causing her lips to part in anticipation. He gripped her hair, tangling his fingers in the auburn strands possessively, guiding her closer.
"Open for me,"
She obeyed, her lips parting to take him in. He filled her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening as he controlled her movements, her moans vibrating around him.
"Take it all," he encouraged, his other hand gripping the back of her neck. "Show me how much you want it."
She gagged slightly as he thrust deeper, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, taking him in further, her hands bracing on his thighs.
"That's my girl," he praised "You look so damn good like this. You know I love seeing you like this."
Her tongue swirled and teased, her fingers digging into his thighs as she struggled to keep up with his demanding pace. He held her head firmly, not allowing her to pull away, his hips rolling forward with each thrust.
Her throat tightened around him, and he groaned, his hips bucking at the sensation. Spit trailed down her chin, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and the challenge of keeping up with his demands.
"You like being mine, don't you?" Harry asked, his tone mocking yet filled with arousal. "You won't forget this. You'll remember that you're mine, only mine."
She moaned her response, the vibration sending a jolt through him. Harry thrust harder, his cock hitting the back of her throat as her eyes watered further, her tears and spit creating a wet, messy display that only spurred him on.
"That's it, baby," he grunted, his jaw clenching. "Messy and desperate for me. "
Harry guided her head, tilting it just so, taking her at the perfect angle. He pushed deep, holding her there for a moment before releasing her to catch her breath. Marlene didn't hesitate; her tongue swiped over him, cleaning him before he pushed back into the warmth of her mouth.
When he finally pulled away, she looked up at him, her lips swollen and slick, her eyes glassy with desire. Without waiting for his instruction, her hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently as her lips placed soft, wet kisses along his sensitive skin.
"Yes," he growled, his head tipping back as her tongue flicked out. "Just like that, Marlene. Use your tongue. Show me what you can do."
Her tongue swirled and teased. Harry groaned as pleasure rippled through him.
"Make it unforgettable, baby. Show me why I won't be able to forget you."
Her tongue and fingers worked in tandem, her warm tongue teasing and tasting as she savored his reactions. When she felt him tense, she released him with a pop, her lips trailing back up his shaft, leaving it glistening.
Taking him back into her mouth, she relaxed her throat, taking him deeper than before. Her pace quickened, her lips gliding up and down his length with practiced ease. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mingling with Harry's ragged breathing.
"You're going to swallow it all, Marlene," he groaned, his hips thrusting into her mouth. "Understand?"
Her moan vibrated through him, and he lost himself in the sensation. His movements grew rougher, more urgent, as he took control, her throat tightening around him with each thrust.
Harry's breathing became erratic as the pressure built.
"Here it comes," he warned.
He came with a sharp thrust, his cock twitching as he spilled himself into her waiting mouth. Marlene moaned softly, swallowing every drop, her hands gently massaging his thighs.
As he released her, she pulled back slowly cleaning him with her tongue. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes shining with satisfaction and a hint of sadness.
Harry smirked, brushing a thumb across her cheek.
"Perfect,"
He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her, taking in her flushed skin, her wild hair, and her swollen lips. Her tank top clung to her curves, damp with sweat, highlighting her full breasts. Harry couldn't help but reach out, his hands cupping her breasts possessively through the thin fabric.
Harry turned toward the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. Pausing, he looked back at her one last time.
"Take care, Marlene," he said, his voice softer now. "And remember, you'll always be someone special to me."
And with that, he walked out, leaving her standing there, her body tingling from his touch, her heart aching with the memory of their final encounter.
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she managed a small smile, whispering, "Goodbye, Harry."
The Ford Escort's engine sputtered noisily as it rolled down the cracked pavement, the kind of sound that turned heads for all the wrong reasons. Inside, Dudley Dursley was drumming his fingers on the wheel to the beat of a rock song that blared from the mismatched speakers. His face, fuller than most but undeniably more angular than Harry remembered from their younger years, was lit with a rare confidence as he maneuvered the car like he was driving a Ferrari instead of a secondhand hunk of metal.
Harry leaned back in the passenger seat, his duffel bag wedged unceremoniously between his feet. The faint smirk playing on his lips betrayed his amusement. "You're going to miss me, you know," he said, giving Dudley a sidelong glance. "All those quiet mornings with your toast untouched? Gone."
Dudley snorted. "Yeah, right. Like I'll miss having to make three bloody rounds of breakfast because you inhale food like you're gearing up for hibernation."
"And yet…" Harry gestured toward Dudley with mock gravity, "you remain the undisputed heavyweight champion of the Dursley household."
"Oi! That's pure muscle, mate." Dudley grinned, flexing an arm briefly before returning to the wheel.
The banter carried them all the way to King's Cross Station, where Dudley brought the car to a jerking stop that nearly launched Harry forward. The station loomed above them, its arches casting long shadows as commuters bustled to and fro.
"Well, here we are," Dudley muttered, shutting off the engine. His bravado dimmed slightly as he looked over at Harry, scratching the back of his neck. "You're sure about this?"
Harry gave him a reassuring nod. "Yeah. This is where I need to be."
For a moment, Dudley said nothing. Then he leaned back, an odd mix of awkwardness and sincerity in his expression. "It's just weird, you know? You're off to this magic school, and I'm…" He gestured vaguely. "Not."
"You're doing all right," Harry said. "Look at you. A car, your own place soon. Who'd have thought?"
Dudley let out a chuckle, the tension easing slightly. "Yeah, well. Just don't go dying on me or something. Mum would kill me if I let that happen."
Harry grinned, grabbing his duffel and stepping out of the car. Before closing the door, he bent down to look at Dudley one last time. "And don't go stealing anyone else's remote. We all know you're hopeless without it."
Dudley laughed, extending a hand. "Take care, Harry. And if those wizard folks give you grief, just remember big Dud's only a call away."
Harry shook his cousin's hand. "Thanks, Dud. Really."
He turned toward the station, Dudley's voice calling after him. "Oi, Harry!"
Harry looked back, his brows raised.
"Pull some proper birds while you're there, yeah? Don't make the Dursley name look bad."
Harry barked out a laugh. "Count on it."
Inside the bustling King's Cross Station, the mundane world of trains and travelers whirled around Harry as he made his way toward platforms nine and ten. His eyes scanned the area, trying to spot the invisible gateway Professor Sinistra had described when she visited weeks ago. The memory of her, all dark curls and sapphire eyes that seemed to pierce right through him, was enough to stir an unconscious smirk.
Her note was crumpled in his pocket, but he didn't need to read it again. "Brisk pace, don't stop," he murmured, eyeing the solid brick wall. "Right. This doesn't feel stupid at all."
Nearby, a cluster of red-haired people strode toward the barrier with an ease that suggested they'd done this a hundred times before. Harry watched as they disappeared, one by one, through the bricks.
"Well, that's something,"
With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and walked straight at the wall.
The sensation was oddly electric—a brief shimmer of warmth—and suddenly, the station transformed. Steam hissed from the great scarlet train ahead, its polished sides gleaming under the sunlight that poured through the high glass roof. Students milled about in robes and muggle clothes alike, their chatter a lively hum.
He stepped onto the platform, weaving through the throng and making his way onto the train.
The compartments were nearly full, but Harry eventually found one at the back. Tossing his bag onto the seat, he sank into the corner with a satisfied sigh. From the window, he could see the chaos outside, parents hugging their kids, friends laughing as they reunited. It was a scene that felt simultaneously foreign and familiar.
Pulling out his wand, Harry twirled it idly in his fingers, feeling the weight of what was to come settle over him. He was finally here, finally stepping into a world that had been waiting for him all along.
And he couldn't wait to make it his own.