As dawn broke over the horizon, the light of the sun crept into the small, dilapidated cottage perched precariously on a remote island.
The beams of sunlight, delicate and golden, filtered through the tiny, grimy windows, casting a soft glow on the modest interior.
This place was the very refuge the papa Dursley had found as an impromptu sanctuary having fled here in a desperate attempt to escape the army of owls and letters.
Knowing the movies and books well, harry had made sure to be here on the right time, in an attempt to maintain as much of the canon as possible.
After busting his head for the last 7, harry had come up with a plan, and for that he wanted the canon events to happen as they did for the first year at lest.
So the result was the Dursleys, and harry sharing the cottage with the giant, Hagrid.
Throughout the long, uneasy night, Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley huddled together in a corner of the room.
Their eyes were wide with fear, keeping the sleeping giant in check, as though he would randomly spring onto them.
The discomfort of their cramped position did little to ease their anxiety, and eventually, exhaustion overcame them.
They drifted into a restless slumber, their bodies contorted awkwardly, the cold seeping into their bones.
On the other side of the room, the scene was markedly different.
On the other side of the room, the scene was markedly different. Harry Potter lay sprawled comfortably on the modest couch, his slight frame relaxed and at peace.
Nearby, Hagrid, despite his massive size, had somehow managed to make himself at home on the small bed, his snores resonating like distant thunder.
A closer look at Harry, you could see drool escaping the corner of his mouth, caring a lopsided grin, in a self satisfied, almost content expression on his face.
In the realm of his subconscious, Harry was transported to a world of beauty and indulgence.
He found himself seated on a grand throne-like chair, intricately carved and draped in rich, velvety fabric. The room around him was vast and filled with a warm, golden light. He was surrounded by an array of beauties, their laughter like tinkling bells, their smiles radiant.
With just a brief glance, Harry could identify some of the most famous Hollywood stars: Scarlett Johansson, Gal Gadot, Margot Robbie, Zendaya, and even the Bollywood star Aishwarya Rai.
They were clad in provocative lingerie that accentuated their stunning features, each woman embodying a different facet of beauty and allure.
Scarlett Johansson stood nearby, her golden locks cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a deep crimson lace teddy that clung to her curves and highlighted her hourglass figure. The fabric shimmered with every movement, the plunging neckline drawing attention to her décolletage. Her lips, painted a seductive red, curled into a sultry smile as she leaned closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Next to her, Gal Gadot was a vision in a sheer emerald green babydoll that accentuated her long legs and athletic build. The fabric was delicate and almost ethereal, revealing glimpses of her toned limbs with each step. The bodice was intricately designed, hugging her torso and highlighting her slender waist, the sheer material playing up the contrast against her bronzed skin. Her dark, expressive eyes met Harry's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.
Margot Robbie was the epitome of temptation in a sleek black satin bustier and matching panties, the outfit adorned with delicate lace detailing. The ensemble hugged her body like a second skin, the sheer panels revealing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, pale skin. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, and she cast a playful glance over her shoulder, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of innocence and seduction.
Zendaya, with her statuesque figure, wore a metallic silver bralette and thong set that seemed to be molded to her body. The lingerie shimmered under the light, its asymmetrical design showcasing her lithe, dancer-like form. Her curly hair framed her face perfectly, and her wide smile was infectious, her laughter a melodious sound that added to the enchantment of the scene.
Finally, Aishwarya Rai, with her timeless beauty, was dressed in a royal blue silk chemise that draped elegantly over her curves. The rich color complemented her deep, mesmerizing eyes and flawless complexion. The chemise featured delicate gold embroidery, adding a touch of regality to her allure. Her dark hair flowed in soft waves, and she gazed at Harry with a look of warmth and adoration.
As Harry's gaze traveled among these stunning women, he felt a rush of emotions, his heart pounding in his chest. The way their lingerie clung to their bodies, highlighting their best features, was mesmerizing.
Each woman exuded a different kind of allure, from the playful glint in Margot Robbie's eyes to the intense, smoldering gaze of Gal Gadot. They were like a living, breathing testament to beauty and sensuality, and Harry was entranced.
Just as Harry was beginning to fully immerse himself in this dream, a voice suddenly cut through the ambient sounds.
It was low and deferential, yet unmistakably insistent. "Master," it called, seeming to emanate from beneath the lavish table before him.
Harry's gaze shifted downward, his expression transforming from one of lecherous contentment to a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Peering under the table, he was met with a sight that jolted him to the core.
There, on her knees, was Dolores Umbridge, her toad-like features twisted into a fawning smile. She wore a disturbingly out-of-place white garter lingerie, the image so incongruous that it was almost surreal.
Her presence in this dreamscape, so outlandish and grotesque, shattered the idyllic scene.
Harry's eyes widened in horror, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a cold sweat break out across his skin, the dream rapidly transforming into a nightmare.
The contrast between the beauty of the surroundings and the grotesqueness of Umbridge was jarring, pulling Harry from his peaceful slumber.
With a gasp, Harry jolted awake, sitting up abruptly in the bed. His breath came in short, panicked bursts, his body drenched in sweat.
He glanced around, the comforting weight of the dream was gone, replaced by the cold reality of the cottage and the memory of that horrific vision.
Hagrid's sleep unabated, as he snores like a sleeping.
Harry wiped his forehead with a trembling hand, trying to shake off the lingering dread.
He could still see Umbridge's lecherous smile in his mind's eye, feel the chill of her unexpected appearance.
"just you wait," harry grits his teeth, trying to get the image of the pink toad out of his head, "I'll make your life hell."
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AN:
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