"A discerning customer, aren't you? Never fear, we'll find the perfect match for you—the ideal, the flawless, the most suitable. Ah, here it is! An extraordinary pair: holly wood, phoenix feather core, and... a specially crafted adhesive. Eleven inches long. Excellent, and remarkably pliable."
As the wand entered her, Harley felt a sudden warmth inside. A red light shot out, and the wand tip erupted like fireworks, scattering golden sparks that danced across the walls.
"Child, the moment I saw you, I knew this wand belonged to you. The resonance between you is unmistakable."
Ollivander's words sent Harley's anger skyrocketing. If he hadn't later revealed the owner of the brother wand, diverting her attention, she might have forgotten her manners and given him a good beating.
Now, every time Harley used her wand, she felt a complicated mix of emotions.
Seeing a familiar-looking wand in a classmate's hand only intensified her discomfort.
...
Harley's last month with the Dursleys was utterly miserable. Their fear of Hagrid quickly morphed into resentment toward Harley, and she was forbidden from wearing clothes for the entire month.
The Dursleys didn't dare physically harm her, but they devised an endless stream of other torments.
On the last day of August, Harley was forced to weed the garden naked under the scorching sun. Although the fence offered some cover, the neighbor next door could see everything from his second-floor balcony. Swallowing her shame, Harley tried to cover herself as she pulled the weeds, knowing Aunt Petunia wouldn't let her back inside until the job was done.
She toiled from afternoon until dusk, finally begging her way back into the house. Harley was certain Mr. Brown next door had seen her naked—the lecherous old man had even pulled out a camera instead of calling the police.
The moment she stepped inside, she was ordered to scrub the floors. The house had a vacuum cleaner and a mop, but to humiliate Harley, Petunia forced her to kneel and scrub the floor with a rag.
"Harley, stick your ass up higher. If you dare disobey, I'll tell Mum." Dudley, her self-appointed supervisor, tapped Harley's buttocks with his Smelting Stick.
"Yes," Harley mumbled. Dudley was still livid about the pig's tail and had spent the entire month devising ways to torment her. She'd heard he was scheduled for surgery tomorrow to have it removed.
What a shame, Harley thought viciously. It suits his pig-like face perfectly, doesn't it?
"You've gotten even sluttier since you came back from that wizard place. What's it called, Hogwarts? Is it some kind of whore school?" Dudley shoved his Smelting Stick into Harley's cunt, immediately making her moan and leak fluids.
"N-No, it's not... Mmm... Ah... Mmmph..."
Harley's body trembled, pleasure making her limbs go weak, but she didn't dare stop scrubbing the floor, or she'd face more punishment.
"Hmph! You're so cheap, getting off on being treated like this. You must have loved being ogled outside just now. I bet Mr. Brown will jerk off to the video he took of you. He just offered Dad £2,000 to fuck you once. Dad already agreed."
Harley felt a surge of humiliation and fury. Mr. Brown was in his fifties, a widower who lived alone, his children long gone.
Whenever he saw Harley, he would ogle her lecherously. He was bald with a potbelly, and the mere thought of him made her sick to her stomach.
After Harley finished scrubbing, Petunia berated her for getting the floor dirty again with her fluids. Only after she'd cleaned up the mess was she finally allowed to eat.
Kneeling on all fours, Harley lapped up the pitifully thin soup. The Dursleys forbade her from eating at the table; she had to eat like a dog on the floor. The initial rage had numbed into resignation. After days of starvation, she had no choice but to obey.
At least I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow, Harley thought. Then I'll finally be free.
…
After dinner, once she'd washed a mountain of greasy dishes, Harley entered the living room where the Dursleys were watching a game show on TV.
"Uncle Vernon..."
Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening.
"I... I need to go to King's Cross Station tomorrow... for Hogwarts."
Uncle Vernon grunted again.
"Would you mind driving me?"
"Hmph."
"Thank you." Harley thought this meant yes and was about to sigh in relief when Vernon spoke.
"You want me to drive you to the station? Then you'd better serve Mr. Brown properly. The man paid a fortune for one night with you!" Vernon sneered, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"No... please, Uncle Vernon, I'll be good from now on, I promise!" Harley sobbed, terrified. Being sold to be used by someone... isn't that the same as being a prostitute?
"Then you'll go to Brown's house obediently. Otherwise, you can forget about going to school tomorrow," Vernon said, roughly dragging Harley toward Mr. Brown's house.
"Mr. Brown even invited our whole family to see his collection! I hear he has all sorts of things that'll make you scream with pleasure," Dudley taunted from behind, while Petunia watched with a gloating expression.
"No... please, no..." Harley whimpered, her sobs muffled. She knew it was useless to say anything more.
...
"Welcome, welcome!" Mr. Brown's eyes lit up the moment he saw Harley, and he grinned broadly.
He led the Dursleys down to the basement. The room was lined with display cases filled with all sorts of sex toys. There were dildos of varying shapes and sizes—some not only thick and long but also covered in uneven bumps and textures that made Harley's stomach churn with horror.
"Heh heh! Quite the collection, wouldn't you say?" Mr. Brown boasted.
"Truly impressive, Mr. Brown! So comprehensive!" Vernon gushed. Having received his payment, he spared no effort in flattering the man. Seeing how interested Mr. Brown was in that little bitch Harley, he was certain there would be more business to come.
"Don't worry, my little darling. We have plenty of time to play," Mr. Brown said, lifting the trembling Harley and carrying her to the center of the room. There stood a gynecological examination chair, surrounded by strange tubes and buttons.
He placed Harley on the chair, then strapped her legs into the stirrups on either side.
"Has anyone played with this before?" Mr. Brown asked, pressing a finger against her tightly clenched anus.
"No... don't..." Harley's eyes widened in terror, and she forgot even to cry.
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