Harry Potter and the Forbidden Spellbook: A Tale of Magic and Seduction in London Pubs

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism
Chapter 5 - Pub Culture


Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or
characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any
affiliation with its author


After only a couple of days in Grimmauld Place, Harry was
starting to wonder if he would have survived the rest of
the summer if he's been forced to stay with the Dursley's.
Life in the muggle world never did compare to his times
among his own kind. But this summer had had the added fear
of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Not only did he feel a
huge amount safer at Grimmauld Place, but was also around
people who were kind to him, and even some who loved him.

Mrs Weasley was as close a thing to a mother as he'd had
since his own was stolen from him by Voldemort. And the
moment he arrived she had resumed this role happily, as
she fussed over his hair and forced him to eat at least
twelve helpings of her fine cooking every meal. He didn't
complain, Mrs Weasley was an excellent cook.

And then there was Mr Weasley. One couldn't find a kinder
and more gentle man than him. His good natured obsession
with the muggle world, combined with his down to earth
approach to things, kept Harry very busy at mealtimes as
he tried to explain how everyday items like phone booths
and buses worked.

But by far the best part of being back in the Wizarding
world was being with his friends, Ron and Hermione.

He had missed them both hugely, perhaps more then any of
his past summers. Just to be around them again, listening
to their stories and laughing at their jokes, was both
relaxing and strengthening to him. He had been tired of
sneaking around, trying to avoid the chunks of meat that
were Dudley and his Gang. Now he was free, and he loved
every minute of it.

He was also beginning to get a hold of the information he
had craved for so long. On that first night, Sirius had
sat him down and told him all he wanted to know, whilst
fighting with Molly who wanted him sheltered from these
truths. More of 'Dumbledore's orders'.

As he sat thinking on his last few days, Ron entered the
room. Harry grunted in greeting, as Ron kicked off his
shoes and rolled onto his bed.

"You alright, man?" he asked Harry.

Harry nodded, his face buried in the latest edition of
the Daily Prophet.

"Reading an article on you?" Ron asked.

Harry again nodded. He scowled as he threw the paper
across the room to land somewhere near the bin. He then
lay back and stretched, muttering cursewords under his
breath.

"I wish they'd just lay off for a bit" he moaned aloud.

He saw Ron shrug in the corner of his eye.

"I've been thinking Harry.." he began.

Harry sat up again and looked over at his friend.

".. about that Spellbook of yours."

"What about it?"

"Well, we haven't used it for a while."

"I know, but its kinda hard in this house Ron. The only
girls here all the time are Hermione and Ginny, and
both are not really alright to just fuck."

"Well, we could always just go into London?" suggested
Ron.

Harry thought about it. It was true, they could. He had
thought about it himself. But it was a risky decision,
with Voldemort back and the Ministry wanting to expel
him. The last thing he wanted to be found doing was
using illegal spells.

"We could" he answered. "But its dangerous. If we were
caught, even by your family, It would be a nightmare."

"We can get away with it" Ron scoffed. "Its easy to get
out of here at night."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Just ask Fred or George, they can apparate you
out."

Harry though about that. He had to admit that he had
forgotten about Ron's brothers.

"Well, I guess we could" he answered. He reached down
the side of his bed and pulled the spellbook out of
his backpack.

Opening it, he asked Ron "Where do you think we should
go? The Leaky Cauldron?"

"No, no, lets go to a muggle pub. We're less likely to
run into trouble there."

"Are there any nearby?"

"Yeah, there's one down

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