The Professors Mistress

Chapter 1

It had been a few days since I had arrived back home to Spinners End.. I had just graduated from Hogwarts at the age of 18. As I settled back into my childhood home, the memories of his tumultuous final year at Hogwarts continued to haunt me.

The echoes of taunts and laughter from James Potter and his companions reverberated in my mind, causing a deep ache within my heart. Despite my exceptional talents in the dark arts, I felt lost and unsure of my future.

One evening, as I sat in his dimly lit room, surrounded by tattered potions textbooks and flickering candlelight, a sense of determination flickered within me. With a steely resolve, I made a decision - I would channel my pain and frustration into my studies, honing my skills in the magical arts.

Days turned into nights as I immersed myself in potions, finding solace in the intricate dance of ingredients and spells. With each successful concoction, I felt a glimmer of hope reignite within myself. The cauldron became my sanctuary, the swirling colors and bubbling brews a reflection of my inner turmoil and hidden potential.

As the weeks passed, I began to realize I couldn't spend every waking second brewing potions. I was running out of money and fast. One morning, I looked through the Daily Prophet, trying to find some sort of side job until there was a position at Hogwarts.

I stumbled upon an advertisement for a potion brewing assistant at a small apothecary in Diagon Alley. Excited at the prospect of using my skills in a different setting, I wasted no time. After eating my simple breakfast of toast and a plate full of eggs, I quickly tied the kitchen. Nothing annoyed me more than a cluttered kitchen space with leftover bits of foodstuff.

After a particularly brutal bullying incident, I felt particularly self-conscious of my body. Everyone laughed at my thin, scrawny body as Potter pulled off my school trousers with his wand. As if I didn't need another reason to hate myself, this just added to it like cream on top of cauldron cakes.

I had started forcing myself to work out and eat more in order to transform my body. All of this, I did in secret, as was my way. By the time of my graduation, I was in incredible shape, though you wouldn't recognize that under all of my school robes.

At this point, I had cut Lily Potter, my longtime friend out of my life completely. I felt she had betrayed me time and time again after not sticking up for me. One particular day when I could stand no more, I called her a disgusting word that I regret to this day. In some way, I had still hoped she would owl me once we left school, attempting to fix our friendship.

For now, those thoughts on the back burner as I needed to shower. The hot water streamed down my slender yet muscular frame. I had recently started adorning my body with tattoos of various sizes and imagery. There is only one problem with me physically, the fact that I am still a virgin at the age of 18.

Despite that rather embarrassing secret, I make it a point to take care of myself every morning in the shower. I had several unsavory muggle magazines that I could refer to in my mind while I stroked my cock. I would fantasize about them on the floor in front of me, eagerly sucking my long thick cock. This was a task I was skilled at, a necessary one or I could become quite irritable to anyone around me.

After my shower, I dressed in a black sweater and jeans. It was a typical outfit for any young wizard in the year 1978. I looked at the clock and it was a quarter to 8 already. I needed to hurry, or I was going to be late.

Punctuality was a something I prided myself in. I quickly rushed out the door, bringing my current potions book I was reading as I apparated to Diagon Alley. I made my way to, The Cryptic Cauldron just as an older woman walked past me, hurriedly opening the door.