Chapter 8: The Potion of Power

It took Harry two hours to mix the potion, but finally it was ready, a deep red as described in Snape's potion book.  Satisfied he'd prepared it properly, he dropped his pants, holding the beaker up to his exposed genitals, hesitating -- once he dipped them into the beaker, there was no turning back.  His genitals would fall off in six months; and there wouldn't be anything he could do to stop it.

What good were they to him, anyway? His balls produced nothing; and his pecker -- less than an inch long -- was hardly long enough to pee with, much less being good for anything else.  He dipped them into the beaker.

It burned; like dipping them into a vat of acid, it burned.  Unable to stand the pain, he pulled them out, expecting to see that his genitals had been dissolved, but they hadn't.  They were red, the same color as the potion, but otherwise undamaged.

Harry ran water over them, trying to ease the pain.  It helped, but they still burned.  It was an hour before he was able to pull up his pants.  He'd already put the potion away in a safe place.  He would know when it was ready.  It would be ready when his genitals fell off.

What had it really cost him? thought Harry.  If he hadn't used the potion, Voldemort would kill him before his genitals had a chance to mature anyway.  At least, this way, he had a chance at survival.  He might be able to kill Voldemort and avenge his parents -- avenge Sirius Black, Dumbledore, and the others Voldemort's Death Eaters had killed -- avenge all those boys neutered like Colin and Dennis.

By the time he returned to the Griffindor common room, the pain in his genitals had subsided to a dull burning sensation.  Neville and Seamus were sitting on a couch looking at the morning's edition of the Daily Prophet.  Looking up when Harry walked in, Neville quickly tucked the paper between them.  "Hello, Harry." Neville said.  Seamus said nothing.

"What's in the paper?" asked Harry.

"Nuh -- Nothing," said Neville.

"Let me see it," said Harry in a commanding voice, one accompanied by a hint of magic.

Neville handed him the paper.  Two pictures were on the front.  One of him and one of Colin.  The headlines screamed, "Is This Harry Potter's Lover?"  Beneath the pictures, were his name and Colin's. The header of the article -- in bold type -- asked, "Is Harry Potter Gay?

It's been reported that Harry Potter was discovered in Colin Creevey's bed.  Young master Creevey was also in the bed.  Apparently, they'd spent the night together.  This reporter regrets to report that Harry Potter is gay.  We've received reports that sounds of passionate love making were heard coming from Colin Creevey's bed.  Several other boys reported that they were unable to sleep because of all the noise the two were making.

There was more, but that's all Harry bothered reading.  It was all lies anyway.  All he'd done was kiss Colin -- one kiss, which lasted no more than a few seconds -- then Colin had fallen asleep in his arms.  Didn't anyone see the incongruity in the Daily Prophet articles?  One day they reported he'd been emasculated, now a few days later, they were reporting that he'd had passionate sex all night.  Passionate sex with another eunuch.  Couldn't anyone see that wasn't possible?

Well, it was out anyway.  Ginny would have seen the article and know he'd spent the night in Colin's bed, even if she knew he wasn't capable of passionate sex. 

When he walked into the dorm, Colin was sitting on his bed with a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hands.  He was positively beaming.  "Look, Harry.  We're in the paper.  It says we're lovers.  Are we lovers, Harry?"

Harry could see how much it meant to Colin.  What would it matter?  Colin obviously wanted them to be lovers; and he was the closest thing to one Harry would probably have, now that he'd lost Ginny.  "Sure, Colin.  We're lovers.  We kissed, didn't we?"

"Will you kiss me again, Harry?"

Leaning over the bed, Harry kissed him.  This time, he ran his tongue into Colin's mouth.  He thought Colin was going to pass out.  Holding him while he kissed him, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Breaking it off after a long moment, he said, "I'm going to take a shower."  His genitals were still burning.  He hoped a shower would help.

"Me, too," said Colin, grabbing a towel.  He followed Harry to the showers, which were off the boys' dorm.

In the showers, Harry entered a shower stall, followed by Colin.  "You need to find your own stall, Colin," said Harry.

"We're lovers," said Colin.  "That means we can shower together."  He spoke as if he were the older, more experienced lover of the two.

Bloody Hell,  thought Harry.  But, what did it matter?  Neither of them had anything to hide.  Besides -- for some reason -- he enjoyed looking at Colin's empty crotch.  Perhaps it was because it was unique, not that of a boy, and not that of a girl. 

Taking off his clothes, he hung them on a hook and entered the shower.  Colin was already standing under a stream of steaming water, waiting for him.  When his saw Harry, his mouth dropped open.  Harry realized he'd never told Colin he had genitals, such as they were.  He'd told Colin that he and Colin were the same.  Instead, he had a small pecker and tiny balls hanging from his crotch -- genitals colored a bright red.

"You said we were the same," said Colin.  You lied.  You still have a pecker."  He looked down at his own empty crotch.  "I don't."  Apparently, he didn't realize that Harry's had once been much bigger.  He'd never seen it before.

"They aren't any good, Colin," he said.  "They've shrunk.  They're not good for anything."

"You can pee standing up," said Colin, apparently convinced that was all he needed a pecker for.

"I won't for long," said Harry.  "They're going to drop off in a few months."

"Really?" said Colin.  "Is that why they're red?"  If Harry's genitals were going to fall off, too, Colin seemed to accept that he still had them.  "Mine fell off right away.  My pecker," he said, staring at Harry's, " was bigger than that."

"Mine was too," said Harry.  "Ron used a different spell on me.  It shrunk mine."

"Look," said Colin, grinning.  He spread his legs apart, releasing a stream of urine above the shower drain.  "No hands."  Then he added, "I always pee when I shower.  Do you?"

"Sometimes," said Harry.

"Do it.  Let me see you do it."

Why not, thought Harry.  Colin had followed him into the bathroom often enough trying to catch a peek at his pecker, so he unleashed a stream.  "Look," he said, not touching his penis, "no hands."  They both laughed.

It was afternoon before he saw Ginny.  "Is it true?" she asked, holding up a copy of the Daily Prophet.  Dean told me you were in bed with Colin, but I didn't believe him."

"What does it matter?" said Harry.  This close to Ginny, he felt his resolve weakening.  It took all his will power to keep from begging her to come back to him.

"What does it matter?  I love you," said Ginny.

"You love me?" said Harry, angry once again, remembering her betrayal of the previous night.  "What about last night -- and Dean?"

A look of horror passed over Ginny's face.  "You saw?" she asked.

"I followed Dean, wearing my invisibility cloak.  I watched while you fucked him."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ginny said, reaching for him -- but he pulled away.  "It was only sex.  I don't love Dean.  I don't even like him all that much, but you wouldn't make love to me, and he had --" she stopped in mid sentence.

"A penis," Harry said, finishing the sentence for her.

Ginny looked down at the floor for a moment, then nodded, "Yes," then looking up at Harry, she said, "I liked fucking you.  I've missed it.  I just wanted to feel a penis inside me one more time; and Dean wouldn't leave me alone.  That's all he talked about, how he still had a pecker and neither you or any of the other boys did.  I just wanted to do it once."

"You did it more than once with him.  You'd already done it several times before I left; and Dean didn't come to bed for hours."

"I -- I couldn't stop once I'd started.  It felt so good.  You know what I'm like when I have a climax.  I forget everything else."

"Well, Dean can have you," said Harry stalking off.  "I don't need you.  I have -- I have Colin."  Let her think he'd made love to him.

She ran after him, grabbing hold of his arm, pleading with him to forgive her, but he shrugged her off, continuing to walk away.  It was the hardest thing he'd ever done.  He'd already made his choice, anyway; and it wasn't between her and Colin; it was between her and the potion.  The potion possessed his genitals.  How could he and Ginny ever have a real sexual relationship, when in six months, he would lose what little he had for good?

He was doing her a favor by rejecting her.  She'd be better off with Dean.  He had a penis; and Ginny had showed how much she needed one.

Colin loved him; maybe, in time, he would love Colinl.  It wouldn't take a penis to satisfy Colin, only a touch or a kind word.  They were the same.  Neither of them needed sex -- just the touch of another person's body, just someone to love.

He knew he would always love Ginny; but because he loved her, he had to let her go, to give her some chance of happiness, a normal life with a whole man.  Besides, by letting her go, he would be protecting her.  Perhaps, Voldemort wouldn't come after her if they weren't lovers.  Yes, it was for the best.  It just didn't feel like it.

During the next week, the other neutered boys went home.  Their parents had reached the conclusion that Voldemort's followers had already done all the harm to them they intended.  Colin and Dennis remained behind.  They had no home to go to; their parents were dead. 

The Weasleys planned to adopt Dennis.  If they never found Ron, they would have another son at least.  Used to a house full of boys -- most of whom had left -- Dennis was welcome at their house.  He was a cute kid, annoying at times, but so had been the rest of Molly Weasley's children   Harry thought she could handle Dennis.

They would have taken Colin as well -- although Ginny might have objected -- but Harry had other plans for him.  Harry would be seventeen that summer, an adult in the wizard community.  He had a house of his own.  He would be Colin's guardian.  Colin was in danger, if Voldemort thought they were lovers.  It was Harry's responsibility to protect him; besides, both eunuchs, they would suit each other.

Rejected by Harry, Ginny turned to Dean.  Harry saw them snogging in the halls; and -- more than once -- he saw that the concealimerius spell was in effect.  He was tempted to put on his invisibility cloak so he could watch, but it would hurt too much.  It hurt just to see her kiss him. 

He was afraid, if he watched them fuck again, he would use the infantiliamus spell on Dean; and what good would that do?  Let Ginny enjoy Dean's dobber.  Harry would never have one she could use.  He was wrong, but he didn't know it yet.