Though a young man, Harry was starting to experience that age-old feeling of guilt that males get after their load is spent. He didn't like the overpowering sense of lust that was plaguing him now. He needed something to take his mind off of it.
He decided to join one of the search parties.
McGonagall walked by with a group of shell-shocked 5th years, he fell in with them.
"Well look who decided to help us piece together the school again. Mr. Potter."
She gazed at him over he square spectacles and down her long nose. He muttered something about being lost.
"No matter Potter. I want you to lead these 5th years into the east wing, to look for the injured. I'm choosing you because though I'm sure all of the Death Eaters are gone, some of the nasty creatures that fought on their side may still be roaming about. The battle may have been won, but the danger is far from over."
He remembered something Mad Eye had preached to them, and said "Constant vigilance."
She gave him a grand smile and departed, robes flowing.
He looked at the rag-tag group of kids he was supposed to supervise. They stared at him in a mix of awe and hope.
"Er..follow me."
Together, they walked toward the east wing, climbing over collapsed walls and traversing gaping holes in the floor.
A boy with red hair and a runny nose worked his way to the front beside Harry. He wasn't a Weasley, but the red hair gave Harry a pang of anguish.
Did he really lose his mate over a piece of arse?
"Umm..Mr. Potter?"
"Harry."
"Er, Harry."
"Yeah?"
"What kind of creatures do ya think the Prof was talkin' 'bout?"
"Oh I dunno. Spiders maybe."
"Spiders?"
"Yeah. The big ones."
His eyes widened, and he began to look about.
"Or maybe a Troll or two. But no worries, I'll protect you guys."
He smiled wanly, unconvinced.
They made the east wing and spread out, looking for bodies and listening for thin screams for help.
Another search party was walking by, led by Hermione.
She saw Harry and looked away quickly. He saw no sign of Ron. What destruction that simple sexual act had caused. But it felt damn good.
A scream broke his thoughts.
"Harry. Uh, I think I found somebody."
He walked to a pile of rubble where 6 or so kids were already standing around. One of them was pointing to a leg jutting out from a pile of boards.
"Uh..step back guys."
Whatever, whomever the leg was attached to was no longer moving. He was pretty sure they were dead.
"You gonna see who it is, Harry?"
The finality of the Battle came home to him then, in the image of that sad little leg, with it's dirty untied shoe. A shoe that just yesterday ran from class to class with enthusiasm.
He grimaced, his stomach filling with acid.
"No need guys. We'll tell the Professor and she'll arrange for someone to uh..dig them out.
One by one, they slowly left the buried student.
Headless Nick floated by, apparently in ill temper.
"Goin' ter be a lot more ghosts now." he muttered.
Finally, mercifully, they ended their search without discovering another corpse. Harry instructed all the students in his group to go wash up and head back to the cafeteria. He wanted to be alone, to have time to think.
He found an empty bathroom, and shut himself in a stall.
2
So much had happened over the past year. He had lost so many people dear to him. And now he seemed to have alienated the two friends that he thought he would grow old with.
He had to fix it.
A face suddenly sprang into the stall with him, making him yelp.
It was pale, spectacled, and quite transparent.
Moaning Myrtle.
"Not now Myrtle, I wanna be alone."
She giggled.
"But you ARE alone. I'm dead, remember?"
"You know what I mean."
She flashed him a coy grin. This wasn't like her at all. She was usually alternately mopey or obnoxious, going on and on about her infatuation with him. She was cheerful now, a queer twinkle in her eye.
"Gah, what is it Myrtle?"
She touched her ghostly finger to her lip, giggling.
"Oh, nothing. I just overheard in the girl's lavoratory that you and Hermione were caught doing the nasty."
Harry flushed angrily.
"Leave it alone, you twit."
"Harry and Hermione sitting in a tree.."
He swatted at her, his hand passing through her face and glasses.
"Oh, what's wrong Harry? I'm just glad you're not gayyy after all."
"Shut it, you four-eyed wench."
"Ron must be taking it so hard."
"I'm warning you..."
"You should probably check on him."
"I...I don't know where he is."
She stared at him with her creepy uncolored eyes.
"I do."
"Where?"
"What's it worth to you?"
"No games Myrtle, I really need to talk to him."
She floated into the stall with him, dressed in her usual frumpy dress.
"I'll tell you if you let me SEE it."
"Uh..see what?"
"That thing that you stuck in Hermione, big boy."
"No. No bloody way."
She pouted.
"You really need to see Ron though. He's pretty upset."
"Fine! Fine."
Harry slid his robe up and flashed his penis. Her eyes grew two sizes.
"No silly, I want to see ALL of it. Get it hard."
"Er..it's a little difficult to concentrate. We're in a dingy old bathroom."
"Don't I turn you on, Harry?"
He fought the urge to laugh, or puke.
She pulled the front of her dress down to her navel and freed two large (slightly saggy) ghost boobs.
Harry felt the animal within him beginning it's primal journey.
She flicked one big nipple, and began rubbing it. Her set was as pale as ivory, but had a good shape. Not bad for ghost titties. He felt hot blood rushing into his crotch.
"Aaah, there we go."
"Myrtle..."
"Gosh, will it ever stop growing?"
It did, of course, standing erect and throbbing with his heartbeat.
"Oh what I would give to be alive right now. I'd ride you like a jockey on amphetamines."
She propped one leg up on the toilet, and snaked one hand under her dress. Apparently spirits don't lose the ability to masturbate.
Ah what the hell.
He licked his palm and began rubbing his shaft, up and down, to and fro.
Myrtle watched him with the eyes of a wolf in a butcher's shop.
Her hand moved more quickly, and Moaning Myrtle started living up to her name.
Harry was sinfully excited by the wrongness, the dirtiness of it all. He wouldn't last long. To hell with it. He began pumping like he was priming the only water-well in Hell. She matched his pace, ramming all five fingers into her dead crevice.
She was screaming now, and Harry couldn't take it. He stood up, aiming his money shot for her glasses. She opened her mouth for his thick seed.
Of course it all passed through her and hit the stall door in big gouts, but she didn't seem to notice.
Slowly, she throttled down, withdrawing her hand from her dress. It was dripping with ectoplasm now.
Harry shuddered.
"Thank you Harry. That's the most fun I've had in years."
"Uh..no problem Myrtle."
"Oh gosh, I'm so sleepy now."
She began to seep through the door.
"Wait! Myrtle! Where's Ron?"
She giggled.
"Oh yeah. Last I saw Ronald, he was heading to the Shrieking Shack."
And with that she departed, humming happily.
Harry opened the stall door and left hastily, careful not to slip in the puddle.
