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Harriet Hotter SB6

Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone Ch.6

by Couture

email: couture_writes@hotmail.com

(FF)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or

offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c) 2002 Couture

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Chloe nudged her unmoving cousin. "Wakie-wakie, we've

got to go to school."

Harriet groaned and got out of bed, while Chloe sat up

and stretched, dangling her pretty feet off the bed.

"You forgot to thank me for the gift," said Chloe.

"Thanks Chloe." Harriet walked back to her cousin and

hugged her.

"It's too late for that now. I think you should say

you're sorry."

Harriet didn't know what to make of her cousin.

Sometimes Chloe acted as if Harriet were her wife and

other times she acted as if Harriet were a toy or doll

of some sort. "I'm sorry Chloe," Harriet said.

"I don't believe you. Kiss my foot to make it up to

me." Chloe lifted her foot up slightly and flexed her

painted toenails.

Harriet couldn't believe the nerve of her cousin. Nor

could she believe how tingly her body felt, when she

knelt down on all fours to give her cousin's foot a

little peck.

"Not like that. *Kiss it*," Chloe breathed.

Harriet's lips parted and she imagined she was kissing

her cousin's mouth. She sucked and nibbled at each

tiny toe. A low whimper escaped her mouth. She was

getting aroused again. However, something under the

bed caught her attention. Could it be? Her eyes

focused. Yes, it was! A present!

She kissed Chloe's foot in gratitude. "Is it mine?

Is it mine?" Harriet's eyes got big as she pulled the

nicely wrapped present out from under the bed and

clutched it to her bare chest.

"Is there another birthday girl here?" Chloe asked her

starry-eyed cousin. "Have you been cheating on me you

little slut?"

Harriet turned red and shook her head in response.

"Go ahead silly, open it." Chloe said.

Harriet fingered the wrapping, suddenly very nervous.

'What if I don't like it,' she worried. She thought

back to the Christmas presents she had received in the

past from Chloe's mom: The vacuum cleaner, the mop

and bucket, the air conditioner that went into Chloe's

room. What if it was a present like that?

"Open it. Open it." Chloe urged. She moved her foot

so that her toe touched Harriet's sex. She stroked it

up and down.

Almost reluctantly Harriet removed the wrapping and

took hold of the lid. She closed her eyes and opened

it. Then, she peeked and there inside was an outfit.

*A new outfit*. Her *first* new outfit.

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" Harriet beamed. As

much as she liked the new outfit, Chloe's toe was

doing things down below that demanded her full

attention. Her thighs parted and she leaned back on

her hands.

"You're welcome Hari. You can wear it to school today

if you want, but I thought you might like to wear it

tonight. For the rest of your present, I'm taking you

out wherever you want to go. Well, wherever you want

that costs twenty dollars. Your outfit set my

allowance back, you little bitch."

"Ugh," Chloe grunted, as the toe continued to tease

her sex. "This is the best birthday ever, Chloe."

Chloe arched her eyebrows slyly. "I was just joking

with you before, but you liked kissing my foot, didn't

you?"

Harriet blushed and nodded her head.

"And you like fucking my foot, don't you, nasty girl?"

Chloe's toe disappeared into Harriet's tight tunnel,

causing her to gasp.

Chloe withdrew her now shiny digit and placed it to

Harriet's lips. Harriet opened her mouth and sucked

her juices from the toe.

"Too bad, cause no more cumming until tonight. Get

dressed for school, we've already missed a couple of

classes."

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All day long Harriet had daydreamed of her morning

activities with Chloe and she imagined what they would

do that night. Her cunt ached, but it was a good ache

... a reminder of things to come.

But even though her attention was diverted with

thoughts of sex, some pretty strange things started to

catch her eye. First, there was the crow; a large

black one that would have made Mr. Poe proud. Harriet

caught sight of it peering into the classroom as if

looking for something.

This wasn't so strange in itself, but then she saw a

large white ball of fur that was sitting on the window

sill. 'What the hell is a Persian cat doing in the

window?" Harriet thought. She had a funny feeling in

her stomach. 'Why am I afraid of a stupid cat?'

Harriet was glad when class ended, so she could get

away from the strange animals in the window. However,

when she walked into her English class, she saw the

dammed bird again. It was too much to be a

coincidence. Harriet quickly turned and walked the

other way, stopping in the bathroom where there were

no windows.

While she was in the bathroom, she peed and then

touched herself. She was moist and her nether lips

were puffy with arousal. She inserted a digit in her

sex. It slipped in easily. 'It's gone now and

forever,' she thought about her lost virginity.

She removed her finger and pressed her legs tightly

together. 'I better save it for Chloe.'

Harriet flushed the toilet and then straightened up

her clothes. She washed her face at the sink. The

cool water felt nice against her hot flushed skin.

"How-yeh-doin?"

Harriet jumped at the distinctly male voice that

sounded like Joe Pesci. "Whoever you are, you

shouldn't be in here," she said backing away.

"Down heh toots."

Harriet turned and saw a large black cat sitting on

the floor. "Aigh!" she screamed and jumped away,

landing rump first in the sink.

"Hey, you don't need to be afraid o' me. I ain't wit

nobody but me. I was just mindin my own business and

then I seen all de familias runnin around in *my*

neighborhood. Just got a little curious what they was

lookin for." The cat said. "and it seems they was

lookin for you witchie."

"Look . . . you stay away from me . . . you-you . . .

cat. I'm ain't no witch and no one is looking for me.

J-just leave me alone," Harriet stuttered.

"Hey, I don' mean no disrespect, but I tink I can tell

when somebody's lookin for somebody and who that

somebody is. *And* if you ain't no witchie, then

whatcha' doin' talkin' to a cat?" the cat said, before

something seemed to catch his interest on his front

paw.

"I'm not talking to a-a-a-" Harriet took a self-

inventory. She was talking to a cat and cats don't

talk, therefore, she must be losing her mind or she

needed to get the hell out of dodge.

Harriet choose the latter. She sprung up and dashed

out of the bathroom, leaving an unconcerned black cat

in her wake.

The black cat sat unconcerned and cleaned his paw for

a minute. "Something strange is goin' on around here.

I tink I'm goin' to be keep an eye on you witchie."

He walked into the bathroom stall and walked straight

up to the tile wall. He passed right through, without

even pausing.

Harriet was crouched down behind a bookshelf shaking

in fear. She went to the only other place in school

without windows she could think of. The library. And

that's where she remained without incidence, until the

last bell rang.

Harriet ran for Chloe's car. She was eager to get

away from the strange birds and talking cats. It

seemed like it was forever before Chloe finally

emerged from the school and walked calmly to her car

and unlocked it. "My, you're eager today, aren't you

little slut." Chloe winked slyly at her cousin, as

she got in the car.

"Please hurry," urged Harriet, tapping on the window.

Chloe started the car, but didn't unlock the door.

Then, Harriet's window slid down a few inches. "Are

you wet?" asked Chloe.

Harriet blushed in answer. 'How can she be thinking

of sex right now? How can I be thinking about it?'

she wondered, because she could feel her sex gush at

the very sight of her cousin.

"Show me." Chloe said.

Harriet's eyes darted about as she watched students

walking to their cars in the crowded lot. She lowered

her book bag, so that her pelvis was hid from everyone

except Chloe. Chloe watched as the outline of

Harriet's hand moved up and down. She showed her the

wet finger and Chloe unlocked the door.

"Let me see your pussy slut," Chloe demanded as the

car pulled off.

Harriet's blush deepened, as she pulled down her

panties and slid her skirt up to her hips. She spread

her legs. She was wet and obviously aroused.

"What a wet and nasty little hole you have, Hari.

What do you think I should do with it when I get you

home? Should I fuck it, hmmm? Spread those lips, if

that's what you want, you little whore."

Harriet moaned. Her fingers traveled down and spread

her swollen nether lips in response.

"I think I'm going to dress you in your pretty new

dress and fuck your brains out. Is that what you

want, my cute little cunt?" Chloe said.

"Oh God, yes," moaned Harriet. "More than anything."

"Oh shit, get up Harriet! Get up and get your self

together," Chloe said, in a very worried tone. "Cause

something's up."

Harriet pulled her dress down quickly and peered out

the window of the car.



Yes, something was up. Not only was her aunt's car in

the drive, but a black minivan as well. She pulled up

her panties and smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt

as best she could.

As she followed Chloe to the door, the she had a bad

feeling in her gut. It was the same feeling she had

when she saw the strange animals looking in the window

of the school.

Inside, she saw a woman she had never seen before

seated on the couch. She was dressed in white and the

Persian cat in her lap made the hairs on the back of

Harriet's neck stand up. It was the same one from

school.

The feeling didn't get any better when her aunt turned

and pointed to Harriet. "There she is now."

"What's going on?" Chloe said, immediately taking

charge.

"Nothing for you to worry about, pumpkin. These two

nice ladies are going to be taking Harriet to a

special school. They say your cousin is some sort of

witch and needs to be someplace where she can't hurt

anyone," Ann said. "Good riddance, I say."

"But-but, I don't want to go anywhere," Harriet

stuttered. She was finally happy and now this

happened. What there no justice in the world.

"There isn't a choice dear. Even for a Wilding,

you're much too powerful to be allowed to run loose."

Harriet jumped when she heard the voice behind her. It

was from a woman dressed totally in red. Harriet was

grateful for the comforting presence of Chloe's hand

grasping hers.

"You can't take her, you bitches," Chloe said. "Mom,

you *can't* let them take her."

"Oh my, I think the little monster has witched my

daughter. Let Chloe, you evil witch!" Chloe's mother

pointed accusingly at Harriet.

"Run Harriet!" Chloe shouted, pushing Harriet and

grabbing the woman behind her.

The woman pointed a wand at Chloe and said,

"Grezelspetz!" Then she turned to Harriet and

repeated the procedure.

Chloe felt as if her arms were tied firmly to her

sides. She couldn't see anything holding her, but no

matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't budge

them. She looked and Harriet was seemed to be having

the same problem.

"Help me. Help me . . . anybody!" Harriet shouted.

The woman calmly pointed the wand again.

"Conelsmute."

Suddenly, Harriet could no longer hear her own

screams. She could feel the air rush from her mouth,

but no sound came out. For once in her life, she was

truly afraid.

"Come along Harriet. Your stuff is already in the

van," the woman said as she forced Harriet out the

door and in to the van.

The two women helped Harriet into van. Harriet only

saw one suitcase. 'My present,' she thought and then,

'Chloe!'

She looked out the window as the van drove off. There

in the window of the house was Chloe. Harriet watched

her lips and she thought Chloe said, "Come back."

Harriet mouthed, "I love you," as the house faded

away. She prayed that Chloe had seen her.

The woman in white, turned back to Harriet and swabbed

away the girl's tears with a tissue. "Don't worry

little girl. It's always scary at first, but you'll

like it at Frogwart's. I promise."

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Harriet looked out at the mountainside as it passed by

her window. It felt like she had just left her house,

but the sun was setting, which obviously meant they

she had been in the car for several hours. However,

for the life of her, she couldn't remember but brief

images of the trip. She remembered small turning

roads that didn't resemble any she had ever seen

before and vehicles that looked like they were out of

another time.

"We're almost there Harriet," said the woman dressed

in red.

Harriet leaned forward in between the two front seats

and looked out the window of the car. She gasped as

she realized the car had changed and now looked like a

model made fifty years ago, even though it looked

brand new.

"Shit! What happened to the car?" she asked.

"We have to travel the ways in order to get to

Frogwart's. That means we travel to other when's, not

just other where's," said the woman in white. "So

don't get any ideas of jumping out of the car and

going back home, because even if you made it back to

*where* you were, you would be long since dead before

you arrived to when *you* left. Although, I'm not

even sure why we are bothering to take you anyway.

After all, you are only a wilding."

"Now Hilda, I can't believe you would say such a

thing, after feeling the results her power today. She

will be tested and trained just like all the other

girls."

"We should have just bound her and been done with it.

She's much too old to learn to control it at this

point anyway."

"Shush, enough of that talk in front of the girl."

Morganna pointed out the window, as the car slowed.

"You'll do just fine at Frogwart's, Harriet and

speaking of Frogwart's, here we are," she said with

her voice filled with awe. "I know it doesn't look

like much right now, but just you wait."

'You're damn right it doesn't look like much,' thought

Harriet. In front of the stopped car was a rusty gate

leading to an old beat up shack. A sign on the gate

warned, Trespasers will be kilt! Somewhere in the

back of Harriet's mind, she was certain she would be

squealing like a pig before the day was up.

"What? You aren't impressed?" Morganna pointed her

wand at the gate and murmured an incantation. The

wand glowed briefly and the gate swung open with a

screeching groan.

Harriet rubbed her eyes, as the image in front of her

eyes began to dissolve and then reform. The deserted

shack was replaced by a gigantic stone castle,

standing in stark contrast to the surrounding fog.

Harriet stared open mouthed, as she watched a figure

on a broom circle the castle and then dart into a

window in one of the uppermost rooms.

"Holy shit!" Harriet managed to mutter, when her

speech returned.

The woman in red smiled and winked at the woman in

white. "It's always nice to know that we can still

compete with technology, isn't it?"

To be continued . . .

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