"Dursley, you bastard! What are you doing to Harley?" Hagrid roared as Harley neared collapse.
He swung his umbrella through the air with a whoosh, sending a violet flash streaking toward Dudley. There was a crack like a firecracker, followed by a scream. Dudley clutched his chubby bottom, hopping around in pain and wailing. When he turned away from them, Harley saw a curly pigtail protruding from a hole in his trousers.
Vernon immediately released Harley and huddled his family into a corner.
"Oh... my poor Harley! Are you alright?" Hagrid ignored the others, scooping the freezing, pale-faced Harley into his arms and carrying her to the fireplace in the adjacent room.
"I'm... I'm alright..." Harley murmured, trembling. She sat in Hagrid's lap, clutching his clothes tightly. Never before... never had anyone ever reached out to help her like Hagrid did when she cried for help.
He appeared like a lifeline, and she didn't want to let go.
"You look terrible," Hagrid said, patting her clumsily on the back as she teetered on the verge of tears, trying to comfort her.
"Thank you, Hagrid," Harley said, finally calming down and looking up at him gratefully.
"It's... it's nothing," Hagrid replied, his face flushing crimson with awkwardness.
Harley felt something hard and warm pressing against her hips, and she remembered she was still completely naked in Hagrid's arms.
"Hagrid, I can help you," she said sincerely, unsure how to thank him. She would be thrilled to do something for him.
"Oh... Harley, you're a good girl, but you'll get hurt," Hagrid said, his face turning even redder.
"It's okay, I can use my hands." Harley undid his pants, startled by his size—his member was at least twice as thick as Uncle Vernon's. But she steeled herself and pressed on.
"Mmm... ah... right there... ah... Harley... you're amazing... oh..." Hagrid's praise spurred her on. Her hands fumbled with the massive shaft, her mouth licking and sucking at the glans, occasionally taking it deep into her throat.
Hagrid let out a contented groan. After what seemed like an eternity—though Harley's arms were about to give out—thick streams of semen erupted into her mouth, so much that it spilled from the corners of her lips. She accidentally swallowed some.
"Harley, you're such a good girl," Hagrid said, his voice thick with emotion. "No one's ever been willing to do this for me before. If... if I could get my hands on a potion that would keep you safe, would you be willing to...?" He trailed off, his voice hesitant and awkward.
"Yes," Harley replied shyly.
"Hahaha! Thank you so much, Harley!" Hagrid hugged her tightly and planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Having struggled to find partners his whole life—few prostitutes would even agree to sleep with him—the fact that a young, beautiful girl like Harley had agreed to this left him ecstatic.
Though embarrassed, Harley felt no regret about her decision.
"Oh, right! It's getting late," Hagrid said, suddenly remembering. "We've got so much to do today—we need to go to London and buy all your school supplies. If that delivery owl hadn't woken me up just now, I wouldn't have noticed you were gone. And then I remembered the Dursleys..."
"That bastard Dursley actually dared to bully you!"
"I'm fine now. Let's hurry and leave!" Harley couldn't wait. She had no desire to dwell on unhappy memories. Though physically exhausted, her spirits were high, even a little exhilarated.
"Alright, then let's set off!" Hagrid retrieved Harley's clothes from the next room, then delivered one last threatening warning to the Dursleys before leaving with her. As she dressed, he muttered something about strange Muggle fashion.
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"This is it," Hagrid said. "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
It was a dirty, cramped bar that Harley might have completely missed if Hagrid hadn't pointed it out.
Passersby didn't spare it a glance, their eyes fixed on the large bookstore on one side and the record shop on the other, as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. Harley had a strange feeling that only she and Hagrid could see the bar. Before she could say anything, Hagrid had already pushed her inside.
Despite its reputation, the place was dark and filthy. A few old men sat in a corner drinking sherry from small glasses, one of them puffing on a long pipe.
A short man in a bowler hat was chatting with the bar owner, a balding man who looked like a shriveled walnut.
The moment Hagrid and Harley entered, the chatter ceased. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they smiled and waved at him. The bar owner picked up a glass and said, "Same as always, Hagrid?"
"No, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business." Hagrid clapped the bar owner on the shoulder, nearly crushing him.
"My goodness," the bar owner said, studying Harley intently. "Is that... could it be...?"
"Harley Potter!" he exclaimed.
The patrons surged forward, all trying to talk to her, shake her hand, or touch her.
"Don't... stop... don't touch... ah..." Harley screamed as she felt countless hands groping her.
Hands ravaged her body, kneading and pinching her breasts, twisting her nipples until they stood erect. Sinful fingers plunged into her intimate places, stirring her until her sensitive flesh began to secrete a lewd, slick fluid. Even her poor little anus was violated, a rough finger thrusting mercilessly inside.
"Ah... no... there... it's so full... please... no..." Harley whimpered. This place, untouched by human hands, was now being played with in front of so many people. She wanted to cry out to Hagrid for help, but her small frame was swallowed by the crowd, her voice lost in the cacophony of noise.
Hagrid, pushed to the side, didn't notice her predicament at all. In fact, he seemed pleased by her popularity, striking up a conversation with the barkeep.
"No... please... ah... spare me... I can't... ah..." Two spherical objects were suddenly forced into her honeyed and anal passages. Miraculously, the spheres melted into a liquid as soon as they entered her body. As fingers massaged and stirred, the liquid was rapidly absorbed. Her breasts, already bruised and misshapen from the rough handling, were now slathered with a thick, viscous substance.
"What is this? Ah... it feels so strange... no... don't..." Harley's intimate areas and chest were now coated with the mysterious substance.
A burning, itching sensation began, and any touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through her.
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