This choice: He experiments to see how this happened. • Go Back...Chapter #4He experiments to see how this happened. by: Silence   One good night’s sleep later and Harry awakes hugging something warm, stiff and yet yielding to his chest, feeling much more comfortable than he has in a while, and rolls over to go back to sleep, thinking about the weird dream he had earlier… only for his eyes to snap open when he realizes this thing has a pulse to it, feels fleshy, and more importantly it feels like someone is embracing his manhood?!
He looks down and is shocked to see the knob of a large erect schlong poking out from between his arms, and then promptly remembers the night before and relaxes smiles at his member, so it wasn’t a dream!
Harry lays his member down next to him and looks and feels it over… as far as he can tell the organs that make him a man we’re not harmed in the slightest by being detached from him during the night, if anything being free of his groin seemed to do them some good, as his normally aching morning wood looked and felt better for having not been cramped in his tight underwear and pajama bottoms.
“Well good morning to you too!” He whispers to his now much less troublesome body part, playing with his crown with his thumb for a few moments before getting up to go to the restroom, sighing as he slides his member into his PJs right leg and presses it back to his groin to reattach it.
He opens his door cautiously and strains his ears, judging by the snores, the Dursleys were still fast asleep… as they should be, given that it was the weekend so Harry made his way to the restroom furthest away from his relatives, and shut and locked the door.
Once he was safe from being walked in on, he grabbed his member behind its balls and give a tug forwards to dislodge it, and then drew it from his pjs like a sword and held it up to consider how he’d drain it this time.
Eventually Harry gets an idea and attaches it to the wall in front of him, and then runs his hands up and down his length, being sure to spread the resulting precum all over his member until every centimeter of it is slick… and when it’s approaching it’s orgasm, he then removes it from the wall and instead attaches it to the palm of his left hand and jerks it furiously into the toilet with his right, until it final releases it’s morning load.
Harry sighs in release, and squeezes it at his base and milks the rest of the semen out of himself like one would milk a cow. He then relaxes his bladder as he continues to dangle his manhood over the toilet and smirks as he pisses directly into it.
With his balls and bladder emptied, Harry flushes the toilet and goes to wash his hands, but stops and looks his manhood over thoughtfully after he detaches it, before deciding to just go and give it a sort of miniature bath in the sink after he washes his hands.
Once he’s clean, and it’s dry it goes back into his pjs and he returns to his room and shuts the door before sitting on his bed, thinking about how it happened last night… he drew a circle around his member with his wand and tugged… and he was pretty certain everything in that circle he drew popped off, yet there was no glow of magic to his wand, and while it was early, it wasn’t too early for the ministry to send an owl to tap at his window with a letter saying he had been expelled or was in deep trouble. Seeing as the only owl in his presence was his own, whatever he did must not count as underage magic…
Harry frowned as he tried to remember what would and wouldn’t count as underaged magic… but as far as he was aware, any magic in a muggle populated area counted! Yet, no owl for accidentally popping off his own bollocks, then reattaching and detaching them many times more… so obviously whatever he was doing must not have been against the rules, or it was something the ministry couldn’t detect.
Harry then wondered if it was some sort of innate magical ability like being a parselmouth or metamorphmagus… and then tried to replicate it with his hand, grabbing his wrist and tugging on it for a few moments until he was very sure it was very attached to him and not coming off just because he wanted it too.
Frowning once more, he grabbed his wand and repeated his previous action, drawing a circle. This two failed to do anything.
Annoyed, Harry thought back again, and then remembered telling Hedwig he wished his penis could come off like it did now and remembered that the circle he made was done counter clockwise, like that muggle saying he heard before: “Lefty loosey, righty tighty.” So he reattempts it, wand going in a counter clockwise circle while he focused on the thought in his head that he wanted his hand to come off. That caused a faint tingle in his wrist, something he’d ignore if he wasn’t on the look out for somethingout of the norm. He frowns and flexes his hand, before grasping it in the other and tugging, pop! Off his hand comes, just like he wanted it to!
Just like before, there’s no lost sensation and he can still move his hand and fingers just the same as before, and with it being freed of his arm, he can make it walk around on his bed just like Thing from The Adams Family.
Of course, there’s that other side of the saying, righty tighty… so if counter clockwise allowed him to detach a part of himself, then surely he should be lock a part back in place with a clockwise one, right? So back on his hand goes, and after a another circle around it with the tip of his wand, the tingling feeling returns, and no amount of pulling or wanting his hand to pop free makes it do so… only another counter-clockwise circle frees it once more.
Getting the hang of how this works, Harry pulls his manhood from his pants again, and attaches it to the wall in front of him and then draws a clockwise circle around his penis’s base… and quickly regrets the action when it causes his manhood to go numb! To his horror, he can feel no amount of poking, prodding or tugging on his penis as it hangs from his wall, even though it still feels alive.
Seeing as his tugging failed to dislodge it, he takes a deep breath and assumes his idea worked, so he unlocks it from the wall and pulls it off… yet, he still can’t feel his overgrown body part!
Panicking a bit more Harry jams it onto his groin… and then sighs in relief as sensation returns… but only lasts as long as it’s on his body, as the second he takes it off it goes numb to him once more.
Harry stares stumped at his now officially amputated member in his hands as he tries to figure out why he can’t feel it anymore off of him… until an idea pops into his head. He clearly didn’t have to lock it in place on the wall, it would have stayed there until he tugged on it and wanted it off… so locking must have a secondary function… like maybe transplanting it? Was that the reason he couldn’t feel it? Because he had accidentally given his penis and testicles to the bloody house?!
Harry tests this by slapping his dick back on his groin and once more locking it into place. This earns him a tingle that spreads out from the base of his cock and balls where it detached in first place to the very tip of his glans and the bottom of his ballsack… and this time when he unlocks his member and pops it off… yes! He still feels it!
Harry breaths a sigh of relief and flumps back into his bed clutching his member to his chest. “Bloody hell that was scary…” he mumbles.
After a moment of calming down, Harry sits up and lets his manhood slide off him as he looks at his wand and frowns as he scratches his chin in thought. Through out all of this, it’s not glowed or sparked even once, bolstering the gut feeling that whatever Harry was doing, it was not some form of wand based magic, but something innate… so he sets it aside and holds up his other wrist and tries drawing a circle to unlock it with his finger.
This time without his wand, he feels something surging from inside his body through the digit as it goes and can sense it building up in his other wrist… and once it hits a breaking point, his right hand shoots off his arm like one of Dudley’s old action figures, and flies through the air to land behind his trunk.
Harry stares at the spot his hand disappeared too and after a moment of blindly making it wander, watched as it climbed up and over his chest and snorted in amusement, guess that answered that… he didn’t need his wand for this, it just made it quicker and cleaner.
Of course, that just left one last question, could he get in trouble for doing this? He looked over at Hedwig and figured he could send her off to someone with a letter to ask… the only question was who?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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