Fanfic: Harem of Honeys by RotaryFile by Dreammare (Free to read, 564,411Clicks)



UnderageHarry/Multinone – CharacterAdult Themes Extreme Sexual Situations



By rotory file never completed but good while it lasted

Chapter 1

Chapter Text
Harem of Honeys by RotaryFile

Harem of Honeys by RotaryFile


Harry’s destiny has taken a sharp turn from what was intended. At age seven, he figures out that he can make things happen at will, like magic. He uses this ability to counter his bullying cousin, Dudley, and form a gang of his own. Harry’s gang is composed entirely of female members – except of course for Harry himself. They band together to protect themselves from the Dursley gang, and form a life-long friendship that is almost like a family. When he received his Hogwarts letter, Harry James Potter is a strong, confident young man. A young man who takes his duty to protect his girls very seriously. Lucky for him, one of his girls has a cousin visiting at the time he receives his letter, and that cousin just happens to be a fifth year witch.
This fic is taken over from szordara and his fic Harry Potter and the Harem of Honeys with his permission!
Categories: Time Line > Hogwarts – Year 1, Bonding, Heir, Heir > Royal Titles, Muggles, Harem/Multi pairing > Multi-pairing, Harem/Multi pairing > Harem Stories, Powerful > Dominating Main Character, Powerful > Independent, Powerful > Godlike Powers, Powerful > Political Powerful, Erotica > Smut, Erotica > PWP – Porn w/o Plot, Erotica > Lemon, Time Line > Before Hogwarts – Dursley’s years, Time Line > During years at Hogwarts Characters: NoneStatus: WIP (Work in progress)Genres: Adult, Adult – Femslash, Adventure, AU, Erotica, Multiple Partners, RomancePairings: Harry/MultiWarnings: Adult Themes, Extreme Sexual SituationsChallenges: NoneSeries: Witches’ Secret TrilogyChapters: 30 Completed: No Word count: 207,465 Read: 1,504,658 Published: February 18, 2009 Updated: February 18, 2009

Prologue by RotaryFile

Harry Potter and the Harem of Honeys


Discovering his Gift

It was a normal day at the school, even if this boy was anything but normal. Of course, normal is a matter of perspective. To the other children around him, he was far from normal. If he were among his own kind, he would still be a tad unusual, but much closer to the so-called “norm”. You see, this boy’s name was Harry Potter, and he was a wizard by birth. Not that he himself knew anything about that…yet. His guardians, his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, had carefully hidden all knowledge of magic, or anything that they consider outside the “norm”, from him. Harry knew that ‘things’ happened around him but he didn’t know what made those ‘things’ happen, yet.
Today, however, he would learn something about himself, and it would steer him away from the path that fate and a meddlesome old man had planned for this little boy. At this time, little Harry was only seven years old. His second year of primary school had just started, but already his overweight cousin Dudley and his gang of hooligans were making sure that Harry had no friends at all….
“There he goes! Get him!” yelled Dudley. His band of playground thugs were chasing that odd Potter boy. None of Dudley’s friends knew why this particular boy was the focus of their leader’s aggressions, and quite frankly they could care less. Dudley told them to beat him up, and that was fine with them. They liked beating up other kids, particularly ones who were smaller and weaker than themselves. That meant that Potter, a few other small boys, and virtually all the girls in their class were targeted for beatings.
“Hurry up! He’s trying to hide by the dustbins!” shouted Dudley’s second-in-command, Piers. Piers Polkiss was a rat-faced boy who happened to be the smallest member of the gang. Normally he would be a target, but Piers had that special quality that bullies the world over looked for in a henchman: Piers was a toady. He was mean and clever, which meant that he was able to avoid his beatings by encouraging the gang to beat up others. It was his self-made job to direct the mini-mountains he called his friends toward their targets. When targets were caught, Piers would hold their arms behind their backs while the bigger boys pounded on them until they got bored. In addition, Piers had the coward’s gift of knowing when authority figures would appear, moments before they actually did. Piers kept the others out of trouble most of the time and was clever enough to talk them out of it on the rare occasions when they did get caught in the act.
Meanwhile, young Harry was running like the wind. He might not look it, with the oversized hand-me-down clothes he got from his oversized cousin and his lean frame, but Harry was very fast. Growing up in the Dursley household had forced him to develop superior reflexes. While he might not be strong, he was very fast. Right now he used that skill to evade the Dursley gang.
Rounding the corner that went behind the school, Harry saw the dustbins and decided to use them as cover. In fact he could probably hide on top of the large dumpster behind them, if he could just get there before the others reached him. With a desperate need to evade another beating in the front of his mind, he made a mighty leap while wishing to be out of their reach.
What happened next was a mystery, for he suddenly found himself on top of the school’s roof. Now how the bloody hell had he managed to jump onto the roof? Maybe a gust of wind had caught him, filling Dudley’s old sweatshirt like the sails of a ship? No, that didn’t make any sense. While his grades didn’t reflect it (he was punished if his grades were better than Dudley’s), Harry was a bright lad. The shirt could not have provided enough lift to raise him to the roof. Besides, he had move up against the prevailing winds. So how had he gotten up here?
Calming himself, he sat down and reviewed exactly what had led up to this unusual event. While he was at it, he began to ponder some of the other unusual events in his life. Suddenly he made a connection. Whenever he felt very strong emotions, whether it was fear, anger, anxiety, or what have you, strange things happened. The kind of things that were so un-Dursley-ish, he would receive extra harsh punishments which occasionally resulted in even more un-Dursley-ish things and occasional trips to the local casualty for the Dursleys. Somehow, some way, Harry was able to do things that no one else he knew could manage. Magical things.
“I need to test this,” he said to himself. “If I can learn to use this…power…at will, I’ll be free of Dudley and his gang.” So young Harry sat down on that roof, skipped his classes, and began to focus on his feelings. After all, the first step would be to purposefully draw out an extreme emotion, then use it to do something magical intentionally rather than accidentally.
Sinking into a rough meditative state, he started to work himself up by thinking about how his aunt and uncle would react to his being caught up on the roof. Memories of past beatings and punishments made it rather easy to work himself into a panic. Just as his fears reached their peak, he felt something…different. There was a strange tingling down his spine, like something was waiting to happen.
Quickly he seized upon that feeling and said, “I wish I was on the ground!” There was a soft pop! sound and Harry found himself sitting in the exact same position he had been in on the roof, only now he was seated on the grass beneath an oak tree on the playground. “YES!” crowed the young wizard.
“How did you do that?” Harry jumped up to find a girl about his age sitting in the branches of the oak tree. “You just appeared out of nowhere!” Looking closely, Harry saw that the young girl showed signs of the gang’s attentions. She had a black eye, a split lip, and her dress was torn.
“Actually, I came from the roof. I was hiding from them,” he declared, letting her know that they shared tormenters. “I just figured out how to do that…thing. I ‘popped’ from the roof to here.”
“Wicked!” she enthused. “Can you teach me to do it?”
“I don’t know. I just figured out that I’ve been able to do stuff like that for years. Only I never realized it was me who was doing all the strange stuff. But today it all sort of connected in my head.”
“Oh,” she sighed. “Well, maybe I can help you to learn to do it better!” She climbed down from the tree. “My name is Marie. Marie Caldwell.”
“I’m Harry. Harry Potter,” he replied.
Little did anybody know, but that was the moment that young Harry’s destiny hit a bump in the road. This wasn’t just a little bump, either. It was more like a bump on a mountain road, that launches your car off the road and down the side of the mountain. Both paths get you to the bottom, but the routes get you there in entirely different conditions.
Young Harry should have crashed down the side of that mountain, reaching the bottom as a fiery wreck. That bump in the road, however, enabled him to bounce back onto the road and coast down the mountain in style. When he finally rejoined his world – the wizarding world – he would be far different than fate had intended….

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