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Harry Potter Christmases
By WPL
December 24, 1981 Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived, was put into the cupboard-under-the-stairs earlier than normal. He could smell a delicious odor thru the grill vent in the door, the door open and he was handed a paper plate, with a few scraps of food, you could see where someone had bit most off. He ate his meager supper and laid down and sleep overtook him.
Next morning as He laid in his cupboard-under-the-stairs, wondering what the noise was. He heard his uncle, aunt and cousin in the living room. Maybe they were cleaning the room, there had been a tree covered in balls and ribbons and lights. With colored paper boxes. His uncle open the door, “Go to the loo and hurry up Boy” and then back in the cupboard, handed him a bowl with some egg and a half of strip of bacon and a three quart full jar of water “Back in the Cupboard, Boy”. Later the door opened and “Go loo Boy” afterwards back in the cupboard,
‘did I do something wrong’, he asked himself, and try to think what he had done as not to do it again, he couldn’t think of anything. He only been with his aunt and uncle a few months and had learned to keep quiet. Didn’t have any idea what was going on out side his room.(the Cupboard)
The next day he was allowed out of his Cupboard and headed for the loo straight away, after finishing he away had a drink of water before leaving the loo, he never knew when he might have another. He headed to the kitchen to do his chores as he passed the lounge, he did noticed the tree covered in balls and ribbons and lights was still there but all the colored boxes were gone.
The tree was gone a week later and every day life returned.
December 24, 1982, Harry locked in his cupboard, earlier than normal, he knew he was in trouble, not sure why. He only touched the tree in the lounge, the one covered with Colored balls, ribbons, little toy like dolls, candy canes and those beautiful twinkling lights. Which had been put up a few weeks before. It earned him a lashing with his uncles belt and shoved in to his cupboard “No supper!!” he could smell the pleasing odors of cake and ham, there were also smells he didn’t know, but they smell good, then his uncle closed the grill, but the odors were still lingering. He almost felt happy, until his stomach growled. That night he laid there, he heard a noise as someone walking around in the lounge, then nothing.
First thing next morning he was hushed to the loo and back into the cupboard and handed a stale piece of bread, he had his drink in the loo, but was handed a half jar of water, before the door closed and locked.
Later he heard his cousin yell, a happy yell and noise like tearing paper, the other noises he didn’t know. He heard music playing, he tried to listen to the words being sung but couldn’t. Later as he carried out the trash, more than normal, he found some wondrous toys, broken but wonderful in the bin, he took out a couple and carried them back into the house. His Uncle saw the toys in Harry hands and grabbed them from him and back-handed the boy. And then told him “Boy go put theses back in the bin, there to be thrown away and not to be brought back into this house again, STAY OUT of the rubbish BOY!!” handing them back to him. Harry did as he was told as his uncle watched him with glaring eyes. Back in the house, he was kicked into the Cupboard again and locked in “and no supper!”
Days later the pretty tree was gone.
December 24, 1983, Harry was locked in the cupboard earlier once again, after being sent to the loo. Uncle Vernon hadn’t closed the grill this night The beautiful tree was back up in the lounge, with a lots of colored boxes. He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he was locked in again, however he did receive a plate, well part of a plate, the foods were kind of heaped on top of each other and not much of each, but they tasted great and he was given a whole jar of water, wow. He ate his meal, then pulled out the few hidden broken toys he had manage to rescue from the rubbish bin when uncle Vernon wasn’t looking. For Days Dudley seemed happy ever since the pretty tree had been put up.
Later He heard Uncle Vernon sister come in and her doling over Dudley as usual. That music started again and it sound sort of like a party, oh well. He played with his toys, the little soldiers, one missing an arm, another a hand, another a foot, the little car sort of crushed and missing two wheels and a couple of things he wasn‘t sure of what they were one white the other black. Finally the noise stopped and the Dursleys went upstairs to bed.
Later that night he heard a noise that woke him, it was very, very low, but Harry was a very light sleeper, he had to be to stay out of trouble. He looked thru the grill and saw something red looking go by, then heard a strange voice “Hum, plenty of toys here for a boy, there’s enough for ten at least, why do they keep stopping here”
Next morning he waited, he knew he was going to get a beating, someone broke into the house last night and he was in trouble. He couldn’t have done anything about it and if he cried for help, he would have gotten a beating for waking his uncle up. He sat and waited, finally the door open “Go loo boy and be quick about it” he glanced around everything looked ok, then he noticed some of the colored boxes were missing. However uncle Vernon didn’t seem upset.
Back to the cupboard, he was given a glass of milk, a small piece of bacon and a biscuit, the milk smelled odd but tasted ok. Again he heard the music and the sounds of tearing, he could make out some of the words this time, the grill was open. snow… high…Peter…a soul …merry… noel… it sounded lovely anyway.
That afternoon he was let out to do his chores, more trash that normal again, the tree was still there, but no boxes. As he cleaned of the table he managed to get a bite of something very a sweet and good off a plate, he wished there had been more… after he washed and put up the dishes, he asked if the could take a bath. Vernon grumbled “No.. have a shower, quickly then back in the cupboard, boy”
The tree was out a week later.
December 24, 1984, Harry was locked in the cupboard again just after dark. Uncle Vernon sister had arrived and he was locked away for the night. He did get a smidgen of pudding as he wash the dishes. He was very careful not to drop one. He did last month, it didn’t break but he got a beating and no supper. Again he heard that lovely music, he heard clearly “an apple , a pear, a plum, a cherry” then Dudley squeals then “One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all” before Vernon sister complain the music was too loud. He strained to hear more, but not make out any more words, just the slight music. He knew it was something to do with cristmuss, what ever that was, he heard them talking and caught a few words from the telly. The tree and the colored boxes had something to do with it too. And Dudley suddenly had some new toys and clothes much like his birthday. It was good caused he got a few more hand-me-downs, only a few stayed on him though.
That night as he laid dozing, he was woken by the noise of feet walking, softly but loud enough for him, that voice again “Plenty of toys, silly Dasher”
Next morning quick to the loo and back in the cupboard, the sounds of that happy music, which made him feel good for a while and Dudley’s yells of enjoyment, the tearing sound, sound of paper being wadded up. Later the door open “Loo boy then chores”, the boxes were gone.
After he finished the dishes, his aunt gave him a pair of Dudley’s old trainers, ‘WOW’ there was a hole in the bottom and a shoe string was broken, but some pieces tape and part of an old box from the bin would fix the hole and he could use the bit of strings of his old ones tied together. They were a little large on his feet, but they didn’t hurt like the smaller ones and with a few strips of box they fit fine. Again more than normal rubbish ands a couple of more treasures pulled out of a bag, when no one looked.
The tree was taken down days later.
December 24, 1985, Harry Potter was send to the loo early and then his cupboard. That pretty tree had been up for days, and so many boxes, but he stayed out of the lounge, only when called in did he enter and stayed as far away as possible from it. There was that music he loved, playing again. Then he heard the front door and Vernon’s sister announced her arrival, the music was tuned down, he heard laughing and Dudley’s excitement. The door opened handed him a plate, the bits of food tasted wonderful, and for some reason he wasn’t locked in this time, but he knew not to leave the cupboard, he did once and hurt for days after his uncle taught him a lesson.
That night every one in bed, Harry woke, the sound of footsteps he placed his ear to the grill, the door open and he fell out, looking at a heavyset man dressed in red. He jumped Harry looked at him
The man said “Who are you and what are you doing hiding in the cupboard” in a whisper.”
“Huh my name is boy or freak, no boy I guess and I live here” pointing to the cupboard
The man “how long you been in there”
“Oh it’s my room, I’ve been there for ages I was one I think, my parents were killed in a auto crash and now I live here”
“Dudley”
“That’s my cousin, his rooms are up stairs, oh who are you sir“
“I‘m huh people call me Fath… er .. Cringle“ and he looked into Harry’s cupboard ‘I own Dasher an apology’ He thought.
”Hello Mr. Cringle, huh why are you in my aunts house”
“Oh I’m checking, just checking, nice talking with you huh boy, don’t tell anyone you saw me, only get you in trouble”
“Oh… bye”
And he was gone ’what’ where’d he go.
Harry crawled back in his bed and closed the door.
Next morning, he was sent to the loo and back in the cupboard again and locked. He heard the music and the other sounds. Only this time he heard his uncle having one of his fits. Mr. Cringle did something I’m gonna get it and tried to hide in the corner.
In the lounge Petunia Dursley was handing out presents and suddenly froze as she looked at the tag on this unknown package, Merry Christmas To the Boy who Lives in the Cupboard Under the Stairs. From C. Cringle. She handed it to Vernon who went bonkers, he threw it down on the floor and stomped it, picked it up and threw it into the fireplace. He bellowed for hours it seemed.
The door finally open late that evening, “Loo boy and hurry, no Lotty- gagging” he got kicked as he headed upstairs and then locked back in after being slapped a couple of times.
Two days later the tree was gone.
December 24, 1986, Harry was locked in the cupboard again. But now he knew what Christmas was, sort of about, he stated school this year, and when he said he had met Father Christmas at school, everyone, well almost everyone laughed at him, then a teacher explained the store Santa’s were there to promote the Christmas sprit and wasn‘t the real Father Christmas. Harry almost said he met the real one, but remember what Mr. Cringle had said he’d only get in trouble so he just said “Oh ok”. from the stories they read he knew Chris Cringle was Father Christmas real name.
That night he heard nothing after they went to bed.
But the next morning, as he cooked breakfast and his relatives were in the lounge opening presents. He heard Aunt Petunia gasp and Uncle Vernon puffing up again. The tag read Merry Christmas Harry, the boy who lives under the stairs, I know your name now Harry Merry Christmas Father Christmas.
“What kind of sick joke is this” Vernon raged as the present made the fireplace.
Harry spend the rest of the day in the cupboard after hearing his uncle rage for an hour or so. Harry had no idea why, but that never stopped him before, so he took his hits and went to his bed.” No supper tonight boy, blame your freaky friends” Harry didn’t dare ask what friends. Dudley makes sure no one will talk to him let alone be friends.
The tree was gone the next day.
December 24, 1987, Harry assist Aunt Petunia cook a lovely meal and sets the table, then she arrives Uncle Vernon’s sister, as he waits on them. They open their presents to each other. Harry received nothing as usual. Had enjoyed the music before she came. He cleans up the mess and washes the dishes, finding a few tasty morsels. Puts out the rubbish and adjourns to bed. The tree had been up for weeks and even seemed to be more boxes. He stay away from them.
Later that night as he lays there he hears the noise, he opens the cupboard door and there he is, the man he thought was Mr. Cringle, with a package in his hand. “You’re a thief” “No, no Harry this is for you I was going to place it under the tree for you. Didn’t you enjoy the fire brigade truck I gave you last year”
“What truck I didn’t get anything last year, I never get anything.”
“You didn’t” Shaking his head
“You got the soldiers the year before I left for you, I seen the broken ones”
“You left something under the tree for me” he noticed the boy looked shocked
Mr. Cringle looked surprised “yes the last two years, now I know you live here and I wish to apologies for not knowing you were here those first years.”
A tense moment later
“Oh… well.. don’t leave anything again, please sir”
“What!…Why not Harry”
“I don’t deserve anything”
“Nonsense I’ve watched you and you’re a good boy, even though your uncle thinks different”
“If you left me something the last two years sir, I never got them, and that explains why I received a couple of beatings for no reason. Last year uncle Vernon raved about my friends, freaky friends as he hit me. I don’t have any friends… Now don’t leave anything please sir and just go”
“huh…er …wh… Harry I’m.. I’m sorry I didn’t..”
“Please just go and don’t come back, sir” and turned and crawled into his bed.
Harry got up before everyone and checked to make sure there wasn’t anything under the tree for him, finding none then retuned to bed.
Father Christmas the most benevolent being alive was heartbroken to tears as he vanished. He never heard of such. If it hadn’t been for the reindeer he would have just sat in his sleight, without completing his deliveries.
He never stopped at 4 Privet Drive Little Winging, Surrey again.
Although he could never forget the look in the polite little boys sad eyes that ask never to given any presents again, as not to be beaten.
‘I’m Sorry Harry’ he thought to himself each time he flew over 4 Privet Drive.

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I grew up in a split family and my dad had several girl friends over the years before he married his current wife Denise. When I was 14 my dad lived with a woman with two daughters for about a year. I visited my dad on alternating weekends and holidays. The two daughters, who I will refer to as step sisters just to make it easy were Tina and Jessica. Tina, who was three years older than I, was incredibly hot. She was about 5’5”, had long black hair and an incredible body. Her ass was firm but a little wider at the bottom than the top and she had perfect C cup tits that stood up. She would walk around the house in a tee shirt and panties all the time and I’m sure she knew it made me hard. I’m also sure she enjoyed teasing me. Jessica, the younger step sister was about 5’2” and had lighter brown hair. Jessica had smaller tits, probably just because she was a little chubby. If she had been skinnier I doubt she would have had any to speak of at all.
Tina was very sexually active; she would talk all the time about fucking her boyfriend and would answer any question I asked in graphic detail. Again, I’m sure she enjoyed the fact that I would have given my left ball to fuck her and I’m sure it was obvious. Tina and I occasionally wrestled playfully and she would grunt and moan when we were wrestling, also allowing me to pin her frequently ending up in a missionary position. Jessica would never join in any of our play but was always watching or hanging around. As time went by I started to have some play time with Jessica, but only when Tina was out of the house. I think she was copying her older sister’s behavior. I was enamored with Tina, but when not available Jessica was a decent substitute. The dynamic was very different though as Tina was always in charge when we played around but when I played with Jessica I got to be the boss.
One night around Christmas our parents left to go to a company holiday party and left the three of us at home. Five minutes after our parents had closed the garage door Tina announced she was leaving for a party of her own. I was following her around the house like a puppy dog and followed her into her room where she started to change clothes and she did not say a thing. She took off her shirt and jeans and was wearing only bra and panties. Her bra was a dark red lace push up bra and made her tits look unbelievable. They overflowed the top of her bra slightly to the point they bulged. Her panties were mostly white plain cotton panties with some kind of floral design on them. Her panties crept up the crack of her ass and most of her cheeks were showing. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair that matched her red lace bra. She turned around and smiled at me and told me to close my eyes. I closed them for about a second but just couldn’t keep them closed, I had to look. She had already pulled her panties off and was just about to step into the new pair when she looked at me. I couldn’t see anything but a full mound of curly black hair but I was not about to close my eyes again. She put her hands in front of her pussy and told me to get out of her room. I apologized to her but wasn’t about to leave, I just sat there on her bed looking at her unable to move. I don’t think I had ever been that hard before or for that matter since. She told me to get out again but this time didn’t seem angry about it, she was almost laughing. She then said “fine” and dropped her hands and put on her panties. She put on some different jeans and a sweater and then walked out of her room and said, “I hope you enjoyed the show”
Tina walked out the front door and hopped into her car and left for the party. At that point my hard on was almost painful and I really needed to relieve myself. I went straight for my room but Jessica followed me in. I was irritated for a second but then instantly went from thinking about jacking off to the thought of Tina’s furry mound to wondering if I could get Jessica to fuck me. Jessica was already in a long pullover night gown and as I took a closer look at her I could see the outline of her nipples and my mind was made up, I was going to fuck her, I had to fuck her.
I sat down on my bed and asked her what she wanted to do now that we were by ourselves. She told me that she didn’t care. I said we should get drunk because everyone else was tonight. She giggled nervously and said “I don’t know, I don’t think we should.” I told her it would be fun and not to worry. We went into the family kitchen and I made two glasses of fruit punch and vodka. Her glass had a lot more vodka. We sat down in the family room and turned on the TV. We watched a few shows and went threw another drink before I told her that I knew where my dad kept some porno’s. She seemed into it now and said yes. I rushed into my dad’s room and pulled open the drawer where he kept his gun and porno collection. I put in the tape with the raunchiest sounding title and we sat back to watch.
I was still hard as a rock from Tina but during the first few minutes of the video I started to rub my cock through my pants. Jessica looked over at me but I pretended not to notice. She adjusted herself on the couch several times, I’m not sure if she was getting horny or uncomfortable from the situation. I noticed her looking down at my hand rubbing my hard cock and I asked her if she would rub my cock for me. She said no, she didn’t think it was a good idea. She seemed nervous. I don’t really know why, but I said that if she rubbed my cock I would rub her tits, almost like I didn’t want to rub her tits. I was shocked when she said OK. She moved her hand over and very lightly rubbed my cock through my jeans with two fingers for about one minute. I could barely feel it. She pulled back and squared her shoulders to me to indicate it was now my turn. I cupped her small breast in my right hand and began to rub it gently. I had never felt up any girl before and was taking it all in. I don’t know what I was expecting but it was softer and heavier than I had imagined. I then cupped her other breast in my other hand and rubbed a little harder, playing with her nipples through her night gown for several minutes.
I stood up and pulled her up by her hand and walked into my bedroom, she resisted but I told her it was just in case anyone came home. As she started to sit down on my bed I put my hand on her thigh and slid it up under her night gown. She sat down and the bottom of her night gown was now up around her waist with my hand cupping her soft breast. As I played with it for another few minutes she put her head back and was enjoying it. I pulled her night gown up with my other hand and started to suck on her other nipple. It was puffy and pink and I sucked it softly. I then pulled back and told her it was her turn again. She reached down and rubbed my cock through my jeans again, but with her whole hand this time. I stood up and said no, I told her she needed to suck my cock like I just sucked her tits. She pulled back and said no but I just pulled my jeans and underwear off and within a few seconds my cock was throbbing right in front of her face. She pushed back and I realized she was not going to go through with this, but I pushed her back onto the bed and got right on top of her and put my cock back in front of her mouth. I told her to please just try it for just a minute, and then we could be done. She said that she was going to tell her mom and tried to push me off. I told her that no one would believe her, that she let me suck her tits but she didn’t want to go all the way. Finally I just grabbed her face and pushed my cock in her mouth. I felt her hot, wet tongue on the head of my cock and nearly shot my load right then but instead pushed it in further until the feeling of her teeth scraping against the side of my cock started to hurt.
I pulled back and grabbed her panties and ripped them off her, she squirmed and tried to get away but I just grabbed her legs at the knee and pushed them wide open. I got in between her legs and rubbed my cock against her slit. She had a little hair but was almost bald. Her chubby mound was wet as I pushed her legs back and slid my cock back and forth until it seemed to pop into her pussy. I leaned in and pushed my throbbing cock into her very tight pussy a little at a time as it was so tight I could not get it all in at once. I pulled in and out as she cried and tried to wiggle away until I was fully in her. She looked away and stopped wriggling as I pushed in and out faster and faster. I grabbed a handful of hair with my right hand and pulled her head back as I pushed myself into her harder and harder. Just as I was about to come I slipped out and shot my load across her chubby tummy. I laid down on top of her and kissed her and said I was sorry. I was very surprised when she seemed to accept my apology. I wiped her off with the shirt I had been wearing and pulled her might gown back down. I put away the porno and drinks and she was sitting on the couch. After I had cleaned up I sat back down with her and kissed her again and took a breast in my hand and she was receptive. She even reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants. We continued this for the next hour or so until Tina came back. I never did get to fuck Tina, but Jessica and I fucked every time we were left alone until our parents broke up about six months later. I have not seen her since.

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