About Harry

James

What does it mean to be Harry Potter's son?

Let's see... It means that I'm recognised wherever I go as I very much look like him (apart from my eyes, I've got my mother's eyes). It means that everybody wants to be my mates, people treat me with respect and give me my way in anything, they look up to me as if I'm a kind of bloody God or something, even teachers spoil me sometimes (not McGonagall or Longbottom obviously, they are such a pain in the arse). It means that at seventeen I got more babes than all my mates put together. When they were discovering the joy of a good snog, I was at another level altogether. I snap my fingers and girls open their legs. It's amazing.

I got money too. Like a lot. Not because my parents lavish on me more than is necessary but because being son of him, you can get them quite easily in many silly ways if you have some wit. And I do. For example, I just need to nick one of his t-shirts from the laundry basket after he had had one of his runs (they are all the same he doesn't even notice if one is missing) and there is always a stupid enough girl ready to give me twenty or thirty galleons for it. For a sweaty t-shirt. Hugh. I'll never understand girls.

Once, and I've done it just the one because is very tricky and complicated (and possibly not legal), I asked Rose to brew me some Polyjuice potion, she didn't want to at first. She said that my purpose was surely reprehensible, immoral and blah, blah, blah... such a bore. But at the end, grudgingly, she gave in. I protected her so many times from bullying that she couldn't let me down.

Well, on Christmas holidays I sneaked in my parents' bathroom, and I nicked some of his hair from the shower. When I dropped in the potion it was lit! Minutes later I was my dad! Not an anybody grown man but my dad, famous Harry Potter! I stared at myself in the mirror gobsmacked and, in the reflection, behind me, there was the mad babe that entreated me to do all this. She was already stark naked. Unbelievable. A babe way older than me. A woman.

Well, we spent the next hour very pleasantly. He can keep the rhythm the old man to be almost forty.

I was slightly mortified, however, when the hour was up, and I was back myself. She actually laughed in my face, stroked my hair as if I was a little boy or something and she got dressed straight away. Bloody bitch.

Oh well, sod it! She gave me so much money I didn't ask my parents not even for a sickel for a very long time. I got a present for Rose, I bought her a book, the biggest and most boring I could find, and she seemed vastly pleased, I got my dad some t-shirts to make up for the sold ones, I tried to get something different from what he usually uses (just to be sure I won't end up selling those too) and he seemed pleased likewise. He wore them from what I could gather from letters.

Then Francis and Patrick pointed out that what I've done is probably illegal and goes under the name of prostitution as well. It was surely envy speaking but they may be actually right. I didn't do it again. I had also some scruples of conscience I must admit. It didn't seem too right. Especially in regards of mum... But I don't want to talk about mum.

And anyway, I'm sure he cheated on her so many times that when I think about it, I go mad! And she always trusted him. So naïve. She didn't understand man's nature at all.

I see how women gather around him, how they look at him, all the girls he calls "groupies" ready to do whatever for him. I've seen magazines with so much as pictures of him with other women. All the time I showed them to mum she said that it was only rubbish. But it didn't wash with me. I'm sure he bangs them all right all those bloody girls.

I would.

And do we want to talk about that Regina?? Going around the house as if she owns the bloody place?! With all those miniskirts and tight jeans, huge tits, and everything... She is a Slytherin, for god's sake!!! What possessed them to let her in the secret? What possessed mum to let her into the house??? Didn't she see her?! Didn't she understand the danger??