What the fuck is the purpose to a manners school? Not what I was expecting I'll tell you that. {Basically a BDSM school fic. Larry/Niam/Zustin/Ziam/Ziall} Cover made by the amazing @cuddlybabyhaz

❝What are your dreams, young man?❞ ❝I- I don't know, sir..❞ He answered, stuttering a bit. ❝I don't know..❞ Harry never expected that such a question would throw him off as much as it did. He didn't expect that he'd be thinking about that same question until three am, or that he would come up with something as crazy as he did.. Something crazy that had always been a dream of his, but what always seemed too crazy. Harry never thought that leaving would do as much damage as it did. He never thought it would really effect people, but he also couldn't imagine any other way of finding his happiness, and his happy ending.