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Chapter 1:
May 5, 1998
Ginny Weasley awoke curled up in the arms of her boyfriend Harry Potter. The two of them had officially gotten back together after most of a year apart during the aftermath of the The Battle of Hogwarts, three days before. The battle was the final one of The Second Wizarding War, culminating with the defeat and death of Lord Voldemort at the hands of Harry, with a lot of help from his friends.
Their world had been turned upside down by the war, and they had lost many mentors and good friends. Harry had lost the closest thing he had to family in his godfather, Sirius, and his parents friend Remus; and Ginny had lost a brother, Fred.
But all of that was behind them now and everyone had begun rebuilding their lives. Harry and Ginny had both survived the war, and were starting to plan their future.
Ginny smiled to herself as she enjoyed their closeness. They had yet to be fully intimate, but had been sharing her dormitory bed every night since the battle. Initially it had been for practicality, as Harry no longer had an assigned bed at Hogwarts, and they were physically and emotionally exhausted. But, after the first night, it had been more about comfort, and a desire for physical and emotional closeness. They both had nightmares about the war and the battle that ended it, and it was nice to have the other there to comfort them, and to reassure them that the other was not dead. They had both cried many tears and shared many of their experiences from the year they had been apart. They were closer than they had ever been, and knew that their futures would definitely be forever intertwined.
When classes were in session something would never have been allowed, but since the battle, most of the normal protective enchantments in the castle and grounds that prevented such things were no longer working, and no one seemed to care that much; and they were far from the only unmarried couple sharing a bed in the castle.
He was spooning her with his arms around her. She could feel the warmth of his erection between her legs, separated from her pussy by only the thin material of his boxer shorts and her cotton knickers. His arms were laying tightly against her breasts. It was the most erotic experience she has ever had. Growing up with six older brothers, she knew that it was normal for a boy to wake up with a “morning wood” and sometimes it was caused by erotic dreams. On more than one occasion she had woken up with moistness between her own legs, caused by the erotic dreams she had of him. She liked to think that his dreams were about her, and the things they would eventually do together.
About half an hour after she awoke, he finally began to stir.
“Morning,” he mumbled in his half asleep state, and kissed her cheek. But as had happened the two previous nights, as he became more coherent, he quickly removed his hands from her breasts, and pulled away slightly so his erection was no longer so close to her. She scowled inwardly, frustrated at the loss of contact. The two previous times she had pretended not to notice, but for some reason, it really annoyed her this time, and she decided not to keep quiet.
“I’m your girlfriend, Harry,” she teased, turning her body to face him, and gave him a good morning kiss. “You’re allowed to touch my breasts, and I’m well aware of the effects of a close proximity of a girl's body on a man. You don’t need to hide your erection from me. I rather like that l have that effect on you, and in case you haven’t noticed, my own nipples are hard as gemstones, and the crotch of my kickers are a bit damp as well. There’s no need to hide your morning arousal from me.”
He sighed and looked away in shame. “It’s not just my morning wood, Gin,” he confessed. “I’m afraid I’ve been this way since the battle.”
She looked at him with a confused look on her face, not seeing the problem. “What do you mean?” She asked. “We’ve slept this way ever since the battle. We wake up in the same position every night. It’s normal to get a hard on more often than usual-“
“That’s not what I mean-“ he interrupted
“I don’t understand…” she still didn't see the problem.
“I’m not just getting erections more often since the battle,” he explained. “I’m experiencing a near constant state of erection since the end of the battle. I think it has something to do with my sudden increase in magical power since I killed him.”
When Harry had struck down the Dark Lord, a rush of raw power had flowed from Voldemort through The Elder Wand to him. He hadn't understood it, but he knew it made him feel incredibly powerful and alive.
At first he had welcomed the new sensation. He felt practically invincible, and he no longer had the weight of the cursed prophecy hanging from his neck, so he channeled the energy into the Hogwarts repair efforts. But that wasn’t sufficient for him.
As time passed he began to develop a crushing weight in his chest that sometimes made it hard for him to breathe. He felt relief only when he expended great amounts of magical energy, which he did in the Room of Requirement to avoid attention or hurting anyone, or causing any more damage to the castle or grounds. He was going full out, not holding anything back. Yet he never approached full magical exhaustion no matter what he tried.
It also included a much more embarrassing condition — a nearly constant erection.
Her expression shifted from amused to concerned. “Harry, that’s not normal. We have to get you to go see Madame Pomfrey!”
“Oh, bloody hell, no!” He retorted, now fully awake. “I’m not discussing my manly bits with a witch old enough to my grandmother unless I’m bloody dieing!”
“Harry-“ she said.
“Absolutely not!” He insisted.
“Alright, we can find a younger, or male healer-“ she offered.
“Are you insane? I said, no!” He retorted. “That’s the end of it!”
She sighed in mock surrender.
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But that wasn’t the end of it
Later that morning at breakfast, after they had both showered and gotten dressed, Ginny decided to enlist Hermoinie’s help. She knew that if anyone could convince him to see a healer, it would be the witch who was a close enough friend to be considered a sister.
Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermoinie, Neville, and Hannah were eating breakfast together at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Hanna was actually a Hufflepuff, but, since the battle, the lines between houses had mostly not mattered.
There was only a smattering of people in the massive room. Most of the students, Order members, and families had left and gone home, including most of the Weasley family. Those that remained were working to repair the extensive damage to the castle, and the grounds; in order to be ready for classes in the fall. Most came and went, but the six of them were part of the group still staying at the castle while they worked.
Neville and Hannah excused themselves, explaining that they had to meet with Professor Sprout to begin assessing the damage done to the gardens and greenhouses. Ron left a moment later to meet with Madame Hooch to inspect the Quidditch Pitch for damage. Ginny chuckled to herself at her brother’s priorities.
When they were finally alone with Hermoinie, Ginny opened her mouth to say something when Hermoinie abruptly announced, “Well I’m off to a meeting myself with Madam Pince to inspect any damage done to the Hogwarts Library.”
Ginny had been going over in her head exactly how she wanted this conversation to go, but she saw the opportunity to speak to their friend start to slip away, and in her panic she decided that the direct approach was probably best.
“Harry and I need to talk to you about something important,” she began.
Seeing where she was going with this, Harry interrupted, “No, we don’t”
“Yes,” Ginny said, eyeing him and speaking in a determined tone. “We do.”
“No,” he cluttered firmly, “we don’t!”
“Yes,” Ginny said, eyeing him determinedly. “We do.”
“What’s this all about?” Hermoinie asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
“It’s nothing Hermoinie,” Harry told her, but still eyeing Ginny.
“It’s very important,” Ginny countered firmly. “We are having this conversation Harry. It’s just a matter of where and when.”
“Oh bloody hell!” Harry exclaimed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Whatever!”
“Hermoinie,” Ginny said, finally breaking eye contact with Harry. “Would you follow us? I’m sure Madame Prince will be happy to meet with you after we are through.”
“Of course!” Hermoinie responded with a worried tone and expression.
“We should probably do this somewhere more private,” Ginny said, triumphantly.
“Fine,” Harry said in an exasperated tone, rising to his feet.
Ginny led the other two out of the hall and back to Gryffindor Tower. When they had passed The Fat Lady and began walking towards the stairways to the dormitories, Ginny finally spoke.
“Can we use your room?” She asked the older girl. “It’s probably more private.”
“Of course!” Hermoinie said, taking the lead; and the group began ascending the stairway to the girls dormitory wing.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermoinie had gone on their Horcrux Hunt, and hadn’t returned to Hogwarts the previous fall, their beds in the dorms had been assigned to other students; and none of them had an official rooming assignment.
But, while it hadn’t been made official with their official letters yet, Hermoinie and Harry had been told by Professors McGonagall that they were going to be named Head Girl and Head Boy should they choose to return in the fall to complete the seventh year that they had missed. Hermoinie had accepted immediately, and wasted no time moving into the Head Girl room in Gryffindor Tower. Her Muggle home had long since been sold and all of her belongings that didn't fit in her enchanted moleskine bag had either been left behind or placed in storage, because she didn't have a home anymore. Harry hadn’t made a decision yet, choosing to use the summer to consider his options, and had simply been rooming with Ginny.
Hermoinie led them to her room at the end or the hall, closing the door and casting some silencing enchantments for good measure.
When she was done she sat down in the desk chair and gestured for them to take a seat on her bed.
When they had all sitten down, Hermoinie asked, “Alright, what’s all this about? Why so secretive?”
Harry opened his mouth to once again tell her it was nothing, when Ginny beat him to it.
“There’s something wrong with Harry and he is refusing to go to the healer,” Ginny burst out.
“Way to be overly dramatic about it, Ginny!” Harry responded to her, sarcastically.
“Well I’m not going to let you downplay this, Harry!” She countered. “Something is seriously wrong, and now that I’ve finally got you back after almost a year, if there’s something I can do to protect you, even from yourself, I’m going to do it!” Tears of frustration and fear began to well in her eyes, and Harry began to realize how scared his love really was.
“Fine,” he responded with a sigh. ”But since it’s so important to you, you’re going to have to say it.”
Hermoinie eyed him with a confused look, wondering what could be so reluctant to talk about it.
“I’m fine with that arrangement,” she told him, drying the beginning of a tear in her eye, and then turned to Hermoinie. “In addition to the significant increase in magical power you already know about, Harry has been having an unusual amount, and duration of erections since the end of the battle.”
Hermoinie just sat there stunned. Whatever she might have thought this was about, it definitely wasn’t this. She knew about the increased magical power, but hadn’t thought too much of it, given everything else going on. After getting over the initial shock of what she had just heard, she began to gather her thoughts.
“Erections, as in … erections?” She asked, gesturing to the space between his legs.
He nodded, and adjusted his legs self consciously.
“Well … um … Ginny, I know that you and Harry are back together now, and sharing a bed,” she began. “I thought that, having a family full of brothers and a mother who could be very blunt about such things, that you would know that it’s perfectly normal for boys to …” she was clearly getting uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going.
“We aren’t talking about morning wood, or an erection when we are cuddling or snogging,” Ginny countered. “I’ve encountered the latter with my previous boyfriends. I’m talking about an almost constant state of erection lasting hours or days! That’s not normal!”
“Really?” Hermoinie asked with a perplexed look on her face, looking first to Ginny and then Harry, who each nodded in the affirmation.
Subconsciously, she leaned over to his crotch, reaching as if to examine it, and Harry swatted her hand away.
“Sorry,” she said, her face turning red.
“Now do you understand why I’m worried?” Ginny told the bushy haired brunette.
“Yes… Yes, she is right,” Hermoinie said, looking at Harry as the shade of red in her face deepened. “Harry, this isn't normal. You really do need to see Madame Pomfrey or another healer.”
Harry let out a deep sigh of surrender.
As a red-blooded 17-year-old male, he was no stranger to being easily aroused. But this was different. He was now almost painfully erect at all times, and felt the need to 'relieve' himself up to 10 times per day, something he had been resisting until that morning. Even someone as sexually inexperienced as Harry knew this wasn't normal, deep down. He was just uncomfortable talking about it.
“Fine!” He agreed. “But the two of you are going with me!”
“Agreed,” Ginny said
“What?” Hermoinie responded. “No. You don’t need me.”
“If I’m going, so are you,” he told her firmly. “If it is so important to you, you can endure the embarrassment with me!”
“Very well…” Hermoinie finally agreed, sighing deeply.
After a few more minutes of discussion, the three of them agreed that there was no need to involve an outside healer that they didn’t know, and risk word of it reaching Rita Skiter or someone else at The Daily Prophet, and that they would go to see Madame Pomfrey after lunch.
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Hermoinie had met with Madame Prince, inventorying the damage to the library for the rest of the morning - fortunately there wasn't very much - none of the books had been destroyed, and only a handful had endured scorch months, along with a few shelves; and Harry and Ginny had spent the morning working on various tasks around the castle.
Professor McGonagall, the acting Headmistress, and Mr. Filch, the caretaker, had been touring the castle grounds, compiling a list of damage they encountered, and categorizing it by how hazardous it was, and how time consuming and complicated it was to repair. The two of them had completed a couple of the easier tasks on the list, wanting to feel a sense of accomplishment at something.
The three of them had lunch with Ron, Neville and Hannah again. This time Luna had joined them, as well, regaling them with her tales of the night she had spent with Hagrid cataloguing the assorted nocturnal creatures still inhabiting the Hogwarts grounds. They had agreed not to tell anyone else about Harry’s problem.
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About an hour later they arrived at the medical wing, and waited while Madame Pofry heeled the injured arm of a sixth year Hufflepuff, whom Ginny recognized, but didn’t remember the name of, with Skele Gro. Apparently she had been injured when an unstable part of a wall on the third floor had collapsed on her.
“There you go, Susan,” the matron told the girl, inspecting the sling on her arm. “Come and see me in three days so I can see how it is healing unless you have any problems.”
The young girl smiled, and the matron sent her on her way. On her way out she stopped and smiled at Harry before walking out.
When she was done cleaning up her work area, putting away her equipment and discarding used supplies, the matron turned and saw the three of them. She gave them all the once over. None of them showed any obvious signs of injury or sickness.
“How may l help you?” She asked. “It’s not often I get visitors who aren’t bleeding, vomiting, limping, bent over, or on their backs.”
Harry cast a privacy charm, and locking spell on the door as soon as it closed behind Susan.
The matron gave him a confused look, but waited for someone to answer her question. Harry glanced at each girl giving them a look that basically said ‘we are here because of you, get on with it’
“Harry has a bit of an embarrassing problem, but doesn’t want to ask for help,” Hermoinie blurted out.
The matron turned to Harry as if asking for an explanation. When none was forthcoming she addressed him, “I can assure you, Mister Potter, that whatever it is, it isn’t going to phase me. I am certain that in my many decades of treating students at this school, there’s unlikely to be anything that I haven’t seen, or seen something similar to…. If it makes you more comfortable, we can step into my office for more privacy to discuss it-“
“NO-“ he blurted out. “I mean, no, that won’t be necessary.” He sighed. “They already know about it and I made them accompany me here to share in my embarrassment.”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Mr. Potter…”
He exhaled deeply, finally surrendering. “Very well,” he continued. “It seems that ever since the end of the battle and the death of Voldemort, my magical power has increased dramatically. As a consequence of this, I have had a slight pressure in my chest, and a need to expend large amounts of magical energy, and have been experiencing a constant or neatly constant erection,” he told her matter of factly.
Madame Pomfrey gave him a ‘I may have spoken too soon’ look, but recovered quickly.
“Define ‘nearly constant’,” she asked him, all professionally.
“It means that I have been unable to go soft at all,” he informed her. “I have gone from rock hard to slightly limp, and back to hard again. Every morning I awaken rock hard like I often have since puberty, but unlike before it hasn't gone away, and taking a cold shower and other usual methods of dealing with it haven’t helped.”
“I see,” she answered. “I have some questions of a personal nature. I offer one last chance to answer them in private.”
“Ginny is my girlfriend and Hermoinie is my best friend, who is practically a sister,” he told her. “Ask or say whatever you need in front of them.”
“I see,” she said. “The questions are of a sexual nature.” When he didn’t say anything, she took it as his consent to continue. “Very well. When was your last sexual encounter?”
“I… um… have never … um ….” He admitted sheepishly.
Off to the side, Ginny tried to hide her smile.
“I see,” she said and continuing, “I am assuming that you were referring to genital sexual interercousr.” He nodded. “Same question for oral or anal penetration.”
“No,” he said. “Um…Neither. I’ve never done anything more than snogging and a little touching.” His face reddened.
She nodded. “Have you self-stimulated at all since this problem began, and if so did it lead to ejeculation?”
“Yes, and yes,” he answered reluctantly, “but unlike before, I did not go limp afterwards.”
“When did you last mastrubate?” She continued, not phased at all.
“About two hours ago,” he admitted, sheepishly. “But the relief lasted only for a half-hour or so, and then it returned, demanding more attention.
“I see,” the matron acknowledged in a professional manner. “Was there anything unusual about your ejeculation?”
“Unusual?” Harry asked, not sure what she was asking about.
“Anything different in quantity, consistency, or color?” She clarified.
He thought for a moment. “I wasn't really paying that close attention, but now that you mentioned it, I believe that there was quite a bit more of it than usual. I just assumed it was because it had been so long since…. I spent the better part of the last year alone with Ron and Hermoinie, with almost no privacy. There weren't a lot of opportunities to ….”
She nodded.
Ginny listened intently to what was being said. She knew that this was going to be very embarrassing for him, and was very proud of how well he was handling it, and had to suppress a smile when Harry had admitted that he had never had any form if sex with anyone else. She'd hoped that was the case. But he had dated both Parvati Patil and Cho Chang before her. Parvati was best friens with Ron's ex Lavender Brown and both girls were known gossips, and loved to talk about their sexual conquests. She was relieved to find out that Harry hadn’t been one of them.
“I see…” the matron acknowledged. “I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. Please step behind the privacy screen and disrobe so that I can examine you.”
Harry signed. He was afraid it was going to come down to this, but he reluctantly complied. He didn't want to admit it, but he was wondering about the cause of this, and a little worried. Though, he would never admit it to the girls. They worried about him enough already.
Harry stepped behind the privacy screen and lowered his pants and underwear and removed his shirt. A moment later the ancient matron stopped behind the screen and asked him to lay down on the cott. He complied and she began a physical examination with a focus on his private bits, but stretched from head to toe. After that she lay some rune stones on and around his body and then drew and waved her wand over his body from head to toe. Some characters magically materialized in the air above his body which the matron considered curiously.
When she was done she vanished them and told him to get dressed, and stepped out from behind the curtain, rejoining the girls.
Hermoinie waited patiently with Ginny while Pomfrey examined Harry behind the screen. She tried not to look, but those screens weren't that thick and it didn't take a lot of light to be able to see shadows through them. She blushed slightly when she couldn't help noticing the long member extending out of his midsection. She was lost in her thoughts when she felt Ginny leaning against her on one bed they were sitting on. She placed her arm around the younger girl in comfort. “He will be okay, Ginny,” she told her, drawing the girl to her body. “He has to be.”
Finally they heard Pomfrey tell him to get dressed, and she stepped out from behind the screen to wait with them.
A few moments later Harry stepped out from behind the screen, now fully clothed. Pomfrey looked up from the magical medical textbook she had removed from a nearby shelf and begun studying. Harry was a little flushed in the face but otherwise no worse for wear. Harry walked over and sat on the bed next to Ginny, waiting for the verdict from the elderly matron. Neither girl could help nothing the sizable tent in his pants and tried nor to look, but we're unsuccessful and Harry definitely noticed.
Pomfrey finished reading what she was reading, closed the book, marking her place, and addressed the group.
“I'm very glad that you came to see me,” she addressed the group in general, but eyed Harry in particular. Her words were obviously meant mainly for him. “Your condition is very serious, and will need to be addressed soon before it becomes life threatening-”
“-Death by hard on?” Harry asked sarcastically, but with a hint of fear in his eyes.
“The ‘hard on’ is just a symptom of a much larger problem,” she informed him. No one laughed at the obvious pun. “One that could definitely become life threatening if not treated,”
This definitely got all three of their attention. Harry stiffened a bit, and both girls hugged him tightly.
Seeing that she had their undivided attention, she continued.
“Mister Potter,” Madame Pomfry said. “Have you ever the term Merlins?”
“I've heard of Merlin the magician, of course,” he said, with a smirk, attempting to make a joke. “I didn't realize there was more than one of him.”
Neither Madame Pomfrey, nor Hermoinie or Ginny, thought it was funny.
“Merlins are units of magical energy,” the Hogwarts Matron explained. “Most witches and wizards have between 30 and 120 Merlins of magical energy in their magical core. If a witch or wizard measures less than 25, they are considered a squib. This is something that healers measure at birth and at regular durations, to measure a witch or wizard's development, but don't usually discuss out in the open for privacy reasons, and because it is so easily misunderstood. Raw magical power does not equate skill, and someone can be skilled, but only moderately powerful.”
The girls and Harry nodded at the information.
“I don’t think it matters if I tell you this now because they are all dead, but i do well until later. Dumbledore was around 185 or so, and He Who Shall Not Be Named was estimated to be around 200, although no one knows for sure. Grindelwald was somewhere in that range as well.”
Hermoinie nodded. This wasn't something that was generally discussed, but she was very well read and had come upon the information a couple years before.
“The two of you have always been rather high as well,” Pomfrey continued. “Miss Weasley, you are one of, if not the most powerful witches of your generation due to your magical heritage of Prewett, Black, and Weasley. We last measured you at 165 Merlins of Power. Mister Potter, the last time you were in the infirmary here, over a year ago, you were at 152 Merlins….”
“And now?” he asked.
“Mister Potter, you have literally broken the scale. I say this because my magical tools here are nor designed to measure that high, so we can not be precise, but I estimate that you are on the high side of 900…. You are literally the most powerful wizard alive, possibly the most powerful wizard who has ever lived. “
“How is that possible?” Ginny asked, astonished.
“I cannot be sure,” she answered. “There is only one other documented case of a measurement that high, and the resolution wasn't a pleasant one.
“I believe it was one of your ancestors, Mr Potter: Igneous Peverell…”
“The Youngest Brother,” Hermoinie realized.
“My father was a direct descendant of Igneous Peverell,” Harry explained. “It's the reason I inherited my Invisibility Cloak.”
“Then you are familiar with the story of The Deathly Hallows?” The Matron asked.
All three nodded. Harry and Hermoinie of course knew the story of the 3 brothers and the Deathly Hallows. Harry had filled Ginny in on the key events of the last 9 months and she was of course familiar with the story of the three brothers, like most wizard or witch children.
“I don't understand,” Ginny said. “According to the story Igneous lived a long life, outliving his brothers and dying of old age.”
“The generally known story is somewhat incomplete, and not completely accurate,” the matron explained. “All three brothers had extremely high Merlin counts. Well over 500. All three died for various reasons, but it is believed that the extremely high Merlin counts affected their minds and contributed to their deaths.
“Mister Potter, please roll up your sleeve and hold out your arm.”
Harry complied and Pomfrey waved her wand over it, revealing a bright orange aura.
All three looked on in shock.
“That aura is the magical power literally radiating out of your body because it can not contain it all,” Pomfrey explained. “Your constant erection is caused by the same power attempting to escape from your body via other means.”
Ginny gasped. “Is it dangerous?” She asked, cautiously.
“The aura itself,” the matron answered, “no. Neither to Mr Potter, nor anyone who touches or is in close proximity to him. But, as I said, the deeper problem, for which this is a symptom, could eventually be life threatening to him.
“It is very imperative that you not deny yourself those releases until we find a more permanent solution,” she instructed.
“Are you instructing me to begin regularly wanking?” He asked, incredulously.
“That,” she answered, “or having sexual intercorse. What matters is the release.”
He just stood there stunned. Ginny and Hermoinie hugged him tightly.
“I will be doing some more research, and reaching out to consult with a colleague. I really wish we had more Vela here in Scotland.”
“Vela?” Ginny asked.
“Vela are masters of sexual magic,” the matron told her. “They have a much deeper understanding of sexuality and the related magic in addition to their other well known characteristics. It is very important that I speak to one.”
“My sister in law is one-half Vela…” Ginny offered.
“Fleur!? You want to talk to Fleur about this?” Harry asked incredulously.
“If it saves your life?” Hermoinie told him.
“Fleuur Delacour Weasley is staying at my parents house,” Ginny told Pomfrey.
“Please summon her immediately.” The Matron instructed. “The sooner the better.”
“Bloody hell!” Harry threw up his hands in frustration.