Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... first time in a very long time, Ginny was happy to be treated like a delicate child. Harry had become her absolute joy and he likewise had become quickly attached to her. It was uncanny how easily he felt comfort around her, even though she was a new person to him. "I've never seen him so eager to play with anyone. You tire him out so well," Lily said after they put him down for a nap. "Tea?" "Yes, please. Doesn't he dote on Sirius though? Harry always reaches after him when he comes in the mornings." "You're right, but Harry's only known you for a week." Ginny laughed. "Does it trouble you that he trusts so easily? You should be more worried that Harry is going to hurt himself." They heard a chuckle from the living room, where Awner was picking up some of Harry's toys. She came into the kitchen smiling and took the kettle from Lily, starting the tea herself. "Master Harry is too curious for his own good. Miss Lily should take Miss Ginny's advice," the little house-elf said with delight. "If anyone knows Harry it'll be Ginny, that's for sure." Lily watched Ginny with a keen eye, making sure her friend was not depressed. But she found no hints of Ginny attempting to be withdrawn. Instead, she showed all the signs of perfect happiness and complacency. She eagerly spent her time with Harry and Lily at the cottage, asking about Alice and Frank and other Order members and how they've all kept up since she left. Ginny said that soon she should pay Alice and Frank a visit and ...

... wondered if Lily might wish to accompany her but she made no conversation about her prolonged capture passed what she had offered on her first day back with them. She also did not mention a word of how she felt about Remus's being gone. Lily wondered if his absence now pained her or cheered her but could not find it in herself to bring up the topic if it had the potential to upset Ginny. After the first week they all seemed convinced that, though her torture in captivity had been extraordinarily brutal, she had survived. After time, her still-healing wounds and scars would soon stop shocking them. Often, she would be lost in thought and not hear a word that was directed at her. Fearful that she might be remembering something unpleasant, they let it pass as if unnoticed. But otherwise Ginny was as cheerful and conversational as ever. On an evening when no one was engaged to be out for the Order, everyone sat comfortably in the living room at the cottage after having dinner together. It'd been a long time since nearly all the group were able to dine together and without interruption. Harry sat on the floor surrounded by his many toys and the adults were circled around him, lounging on the sofas. "Gin! Gin!" Harry begged, and Ginny scooped him up in her arms. Peter raised his brows. "Does anyone else here think he knows?" "That's what I said!" Sirius argued. "That's ridiculous," Ginny answered but cooed to the boy anyways. As had become usual, Harry sat contentedly in Ginny's lap and ...