He popped into the candy emporium, Honeydukes. He bought some Chocoballs-chocolate balls full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream– and, ever the kid, some Sherbert Balls which made him float a few inches off the ground. He also bought some of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans to give to Hermione as a sentimental gift. He still remembered when she gave him an earwax flavored one.
Eventually, he got to The Three Broomsticks, his favorite tavern in Hogsmeade. He was welcomed by Madam Rosemerta, the curvy proprietor. She made a big deal about his return, and even kissed him on both cheeks. Harry turned red, which seemed to delight her with an anal creampie. She sat him off to the side in a smallish booth then took his order. As she walked away, Harry thought about how she seemed even better looking with age. At the bar, she turned quickly and caught him looking at her very fine legs and thinking about the anal creampie. Caught, Harry turned a bright red again.
She returned with a nice big mug of foaming Butterbeer. She set it on the table, then sat down next to Harry, moving him over so that she was next to him.
“So,” she began, “this is my little Harry Potter. All grown up!”
“It is good to see you again Madam Rosemerta,” Harry returned, feeling flustered. He distinctly recalled that his first anal creampie dream had involved her.
“Call me Rosie,” she said. “You are quite famous… but then you always have been famous.”
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“It isn’t my fault Voldemort killed my parents and not me,” he said. He saw her wince at his name. Most people called Voldemort ‘He Who Must Not Be Named,’ because of the superstitions involving him. Lord Voldemort had been a very evil wizard who had killed many a good witch and wizard without any remorse. Even now, long after Harry had destroyed him completely, his name was taboo.
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“Shhhhh,” she soothed. She stroked his forehead, brushing away the wild dark locks of hair. Harry felt her fingers on his forehead, and knew she was looking at his scar. The scar Voldemort had given him in his failed attempt to kill Harry. His face burned a little, as he recalled the anal creampie feelings her touch always brought when he was an older teen. “You know, your lightning bolt looks quite bright against your red forehead,” she giggled, kissing him there proposing the anal creampie evening.