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"Love, Harry."
Disclaimer: While the image and the majority of the following story are suitable for all audiences, the last few paragraphs contain minor mature content with implications of BDSM, fellatio, face-sitting, and other sexual activities. While not explicit, readers should still be advised.
Love is the greatest magic. It repels evil, it can dispel the darkness. Only in its absence, is anyone weaker.
Jon was sorted into Hufflepuff in his first year. While he made friends, it was only a few years later that Dustin Rogers attended his first year, and was also sorted into Hufflepuff. Being a half-breed and half-blood, Dustin was raised away from the wizarding world, only being introduced to it once his magic began to manifest. He was anxious when told he would attend Hogwarts, not knowing what to expect. Still, he was instructed to keep his lineage to himself to avoid prejudice at the school, particularly from Slytherins.
Upon starting his first year, Dustin was fairly shy and kept to himself. But despite his best efforts to keep his head down, he drew the attention of some Slytherin boys, a group led by Onyx Osbourne, a panther boy similar in build to Jon with a quiff of strawberry blonde hair. Onyx had a bit of a reputation, being the son of a famed Dark Wizard known by the alias Silhouette, who wanted not only bloody purity for wizards and witches but also genetic dominance for the dwindling black panthers. He created the Black Panther Society to achieve this.
Jon had the misfortune of knowing Onyx from their youth before Hogwarts, having grown up as friends. But, poisoned by his father's hatred and bigotry, Onyx denounced Jon as his friend and condemned his tainted lineage, hurting his former friend deeply. Despite this, Jon did not resent Onyx himself, but only his father, who as he grew up understood that ‘Silhouette’ was to blame.
Even so, when Onyx took to hazing the first years, even if he hated confrontation, Jon refused to allow the injustice to stand and stepped in.
“Shouldn’t you be off strutting about like a peacock, Onyx?” said the puma defiantly to the panther as he stepped between him and Dustin.
“Shouldn’t you be off minding your own business, Jon?” the panther chided in retort. “What business is it of yours? Bugger off, if you know what’s good for you.” he added, stuffily swooshing his robe before resting his hands on his hips.
“I realize the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, but unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of you or your father. I still cherish the memories we have as cubs, so I’ll not warn you but one more time: Back off. If you want to haze some first years, haze your own Slytherins. Wheedle the weak out from the strong or whatever rubbish your father filled your head with.” the puma said with a stern stare of conviction.
“That’s rich coming from a Hufflepuff. They’re Slytherins, they’re already strong by default.” Onyx scoffed as he pulled his 12-inch black walnut wand with dragon heartstring core from his robe.
Noticing this, Jon drew his 14½ inch ebony wand with unicorn core from his own robe.
“What’s this?! Hufflepuffs don’t fight!” exclaimed Onyx, lowering his guard in surprise.
Jon simply smirked. “Mine’s bigger.” he mused just before casting Expelliarmus, sending the panther’s wand flying from his fingers. Onyx immediately began to make for his disarmed wand, before Jon said “Depulso” in a calm manner, a wave of magical force radiating out from his wand’s tip which proceeded to blast Onyx and his entourage into a row of suits of armor.
Onyx and his goons scrambled to their feet, “Y-You’ll pay for that, Dupree!” he stuttered as he stumbled over to his wand and picked it up. He bid his group retreat before bolting, with Jon only lowering and putting his wand away once they were well out of sight.
“Whoa! I- You actually got them to leave… Thank you!” Dustin finally managed to get out, amazed by the whole spectacle. He’d heard of Onyx like everyone else, so seeing someone cause him to turn tail was, for lack of a better term, magical.
“Don’t mention it. Onyx is far more hiss than scratch, as I’m sure everyone will come to learn in time. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Jon replied, coming over to place a hand of comfort upon Dustin’s shoulder before scanning him for any injuries with his eyes.
“Oh! No, uh, no I’m okay. Thanks. His words were cutting me deeper than any jinxes or hexes. But, seriously, thank you for stepping in. I’d hoped I’d be able to avoid him, but I guess I was bound to run into him at some point.” the dolf replied, sheepishly rubbing his shoulder as the puma began escorting him back to the Hufflepuff common room.
“Onyx tends to poke his snobby nose into other peoples’ business.” Jon observed, taking the liberty to open the Hufflepuff common room door in the event the ordeal left Dustin unable to remember the secret knock for the barrels. “My name is Jonathan, by the way. Jonathan Dupree, though most call me Jon.”
“Dustin. Dustin Rogers, though everybody calls me Dusty. ‘Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” said Dusty, following Jon into the safety of the Hufflepuff common room.
The room was wide open and spacious, yet equally cozy with its wooden arches, arched ceilings, stone floors, and stone walls. Sunlight brightened the room through large windows above ground level, and it was awash with various shades of earthen tones including green, yellow, and brown. The wooden furniture was the color of rich, pure honey, and the doors were large and round thick slabs of rowan wood.
Jon led Dusty upstairs to the dorms on the second floor, which had a balcony that looked out over the common room. He knew there was a free bed next to his. The dorm was a circular stone room with a domed ceiling supported by wooden arches. Honey-toned dressers, end tables, and footlockers were positioned in between roughly five or six beds, each made up with a quilted comforter adorned with soothing pastel tones of orange, yellow, green, tan, and brown, bordered by an off-white trim.
For the first time since he arrived, Dusty felt safe as he sat on the bed to the left of Jon’s, a small tuxedo cat with just a stripe of white under her chin that made it look like she was persistently pouting lay upon Jon’s. When he sat down, she raised her head and uttered a timid, high-pitched ‘heh’ before standing and padding over to bunt his elbow.
The two of them sat and conversed for hours before curfew was enforced, learning they had so much in common, much of which seemed so much more than coincidence. For example, Dusty had a pear wand with a unicorn core, and pears just happened to be Jon’s favorite fruit. They were also both big nerds and loved video games, becoming excited at the prospect of what video games in the wizarding world could one day look like.
From that day forward, their friendship only blossomed prosperously as they learned that maybe they might be more than just friends over the next few years. Their bond was so close, they made the morale of the entire Hufflepuff house rise like a phoenix, to the point Hufflepuff held the House Cup three years running. They impacted each others’ grades positively, and studying together helped them retain more information than when apart. Jon even aced his OWL exams thanks to the help of a game Dusty made for him using flash cards.
As Dusty began going through puberty, voice getting deeper, hormones raging, he finally worked up the courage to admit to Jon that he felt a strange stirring in his loins watching Jon undress for bed each night.
“Is that weird??” Dusty asked, face red as a beet.
Jon simply smirked. “No, it’s perfectly normal. It means you’re becoming a man, bit by bit every single day.” he replied warmly, resting his hands on Dusty’s shoulders. The dolf was only a few inches away from matching his height now!
Dusty smiled warmly back at Jon, lifting his wand. Jon repeated the gesture, both wands producing the effect of Lumos as they touched tips.
“Tell you what. The Hogsmeade weekend trip is this weekend. If you like, we can opt to stay behind. The dorms will be practically empty, and I’ll teach you a few spells that will allow you to strip me to my underwear, restrain me to my bed, and gag me. Then you’re free to explore me as long as you like.” the puma suggested.
It was the easiest decision Dusty ever had to make.
A passion piece by my wonderful boyfriend
Spirit.Wolf. We're both very excited for Hogwarts Legacy, the open-world RPG set in the Wizarding World created by She Who Shall Not Be Named, so much so that we've been reading into the deep lore and doing the Pottermore quizzes.
We're both Hufflepuffs with a good bit of Ravenclaw, his Patronus is a St. Bernard while mine is a Ragdoll Cat. He has an 11 1/4-inch pear wand with a unicorn core and slightly yielding flexibility, while I have a 14 1/2-inch ebony wand with a unicorn core and slightly springy flexibility.
Disclaimer: While the image and the majority of the following story are suitable for all audiences, the last few paragraphs contain minor mature content with implications of BDSM, fellatio, face-sitting, and other sexual activities. While not explicit, readers should still be advised.
Love is the greatest magic. It repels evil, it can dispel the darkness. Only in its absence, is anyone weaker.
Jon was sorted into Hufflepuff in his first year. While he made friends, it was only a few years later that Dustin Rogers attended his first year, and was also sorted into Hufflepuff. Being a half-breed and half-blood, Dustin was raised away from the wizarding world, only being introduced to it once his magic began to manifest. He was anxious when told he would attend Hogwarts, not knowing what to expect. Still, he was instructed to keep his lineage to himself to avoid prejudice at the school, particularly from Slytherins.
Upon starting his first year, Dustin was fairly shy and kept to himself. But despite his best efforts to keep his head down, he drew the attention of some Slytherin boys, a group led by Onyx Osbourne, a panther boy similar in build to Jon with a quiff of strawberry blonde hair. Onyx had a bit of a reputation, being the son of a famed Dark Wizard known by the alias Silhouette, who wanted not only bloody purity for wizards and witches but also genetic dominance for the dwindling black panthers. He created the Black Panther Society to achieve this.
Jon had the misfortune of knowing Onyx from their youth before Hogwarts, having grown up as friends. But, poisoned by his father's hatred and bigotry, Onyx denounced Jon as his friend and condemned his tainted lineage, hurting his former friend deeply. Despite this, Jon did not resent Onyx himself, but only his father, who as he grew up understood that ‘Silhouette’ was to blame.
Even so, when Onyx took to hazing the first years, even if he hated confrontation, Jon refused to allow the injustice to stand and stepped in.
“Shouldn’t you be off strutting about like a peacock, Onyx?” said the puma defiantly to the panther as he stepped between him and Dustin.
“Shouldn’t you be off minding your own business, Jon?” the panther chided in retort. “What business is it of yours? Bugger off, if you know what’s good for you.” he added, stuffily swooshing his robe before resting his hands on his hips.
“I realize the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, but unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of you or your father. I still cherish the memories we have as cubs, so I’ll not warn you but one more time: Back off. If you want to haze some first years, haze your own Slytherins. Wheedle the weak out from the strong or whatever rubbish your father filled your head with.” the puma said with a stern stare of conviction.
“That’s rich coming from a Hufflepuff. They’re Slytherins, they’re already strong by default.” Onyx scoffed as he pulled his 12-inch black walnut wand with dragon heartstring core from his robe.
Noticing this, Jon drew his 14½ inch ebony wand with unicorn core from his own robe.
“What’s this?! Hufflepuffs don’t fight!” exclaimed Onyx, lowering his guard in surprise.
Jon simply smirked. “Mine’s bigger.” he mused just before casting Expelliarmus, sending the panther’s wand flying from his fingers. Onyx immediately began to make for his disarmed wand, before Jon said “Depulso” in a calm manner, a wave of magical force radiating out from his wand’s tip which proceeded to blast Onyx and his entourage into a row of suits of armor.
Onyx and his goons scrambled to their feet, “Y-You’ll pay for that, Dupree!” he stuttered as he stumbled over to his wand and picked it up. He bid his group retreat before bolting, with Jon only lowering and putting his wand away once they were well out of sight.
“Whoa! I- You actually got them to leave… Thank you!” Dustin finally managed to get out, amazed by the whole spectacle. He’d heard of Onyx like everyone else, so seeing someone cause him to turn tail was, for lack of a better term, magical.
“Don’t mention it. Onyx is far more hiss than scratch, as I’m sure everyone will come to learn in time. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Jon replied, coming over to place a hand of comfort upon Dustin’s shoulder before scanning him for any injuries with his eyes.
“Oh! No, uh, no I’m okay. Thanks. His words were cutting me deeper than any jinxes or hexes. But, seriously, thank you for stepping in. I’d hoped I’d be able to avoid him, but I guess I was bound to run into him at some point.” the dolf replied, sheepishly rubbing his shoulder as the puma began escorting him back to the Hufflepuff common room.
“Onyx tends to poke his snobby nose into other peoples’ business.” Jon observed, taking the liberty to open the Hufflepuff common room door in the event the ordeal left Dustin unable to remember the secret knock for the barrels. “My name is Jonathan, by the way. Jonathan Dupree, though most call me Jon.”
“Dustin. Dustin Rogers, though everybody calls me Dusty. ‘Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” said Dusty, following Jon into the safety of the Hufflepuff common room.
The room was wide open and spacious, yet equally cozy with its wooden arches, arched ceilings, stone floors, and stone walls. Sunlight brightened the room through large windows above ground level, and it was awash with various shades of earthen tones including green, yellow, and brown. The wooden furniture was the color of rich, pure honey, and the doors were large and round thick slabs of rowan wood.
Jon led Dusty upstairs to the dorms on the second floor, which had a balcony that looked out over the common room. He knew there was a free bed next to his. The dorm was a circular stone room with a domed ceiling supported by wooden arches. Honey-toned dressers, end tables, and footlockers were positioned in between roughly five or six beds, each made up with a quilted comforter adorned with soothing pastel tones of orange, yellow, green, tan, and brown, bordered by an off-white trim.
For the first time since he arrived, Dusty felt safe as he sat on the bed to the left of Jon’s, a small tuxedo cat with just a stripe of white under her chin that made it look like she was persistently pouting lay upon Jon’s. When he sat down, she raised her head and uttered a timid, high-pitched ‘heh’ before standing and padding over to bunt his elbow.
The two of them sat and conversed for hours before curfew was enforced, learning they had so much in common, much of which seemed so much more than coincidence. For example, Dusty had a pear wand with a unicorn core, and pears just happened to be Jon’s favorite fruit. They were also both big nerds and loved video games, becoming excited at the prospect of what video games in the wizarding world could one day look like.
From that day forward, their friendship only blossomed prosperously as they learned that maybe they might be more than just friends over the next few years. Their bond was so close, they made the morale of the entire Hufflepuff house rise like a phoenix, to the point Hufflepuff held the House Cup three years running. They impacted each others’ grades positively, and studying together helped them retain more information than when apart. Jon even aced his OWL exams thanks to the help of a game Dusty made for him using flash cards.
As Dusty began going through puberty, voice getting deeper, hormones raging, he finally worked up the courage to admit to Jon that he felt a strange stirring in his loins watching Jon undress for bed each night.
“Is that weird??” Dusty asked, face red as a beet.
Jon simply smirked. “No, it’s perfectly normal. It means you’re becoming a man, bit by bit every single day.” he replied warmly, resting his hands on Dusty’s shoulders. The dolf was only a few inches away from matching his height now!
Dusty smiled warmly back at Jon, lifting his wand. Jon repeated the gesture, both wands producing the effect of Lumos as they touched tips.
“Tell you what. The Hogsmeade weekend trip is this weekend. If you like, we can opt to stay behind. The dorms will be practically empty, and I’ll teach you a few spells that will allow you to strip me to my underwear, restrain me to my bed, and gag me. Then you’re free to explore me as long as you like.” the puma suggested.
It was the easiest decision Dusty ever had to make.
A passion piece by my wonderful boyfriend
Spirit.Wolf. We're both very excited for Hogwarts Legacy, the open-world RPG set in the Wizarding World created by She Who Shall Not Be Named, so much so that we've been reading into the deep lore and doing the Pottermore quizzes.We're both Hufflepuffs with a good bit of Ravenclaw, his Patronus is a St. Bernard while mine is a Ragdoll Cat. He has an 11 1/4-inch pear wand with a unicorn core and slightly yielding flexibility, while I have a 14 1/2-inch ebony wand with a unicorn core and slightly springy flexibility.
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