The sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow over the Potter residence as Harry woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of a dream. But the familiar stirring in his loins told him that it was no dream.
He glanced over at his five-year-old son, Albus, who was sleeping peacefully. Harry felt a hunger in his eyes, one that he couldn't ignore any longer. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the boy.
In the bathroom, Harry freshened up, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He told himself that it was for the greater good, that it was his duty as a father to show Albus the ways of the world. But deep down, he knew that it was something more primal, something that he couldn't control.
When he returned to the bedroom, his eyes were locked on Albus. He took off his clothes, slowly and deliberately, savoring the moment. Albus stirred, rubbing his eyes as he woke up. He looked at his father, confused and scared.
Harry approached the bed, his movements predatory. "It's okay, my sweet boy," he whispered in Albus's ear. "Daddy's just going to show you how much he loves you."
Albus tried to wriggle away, but Harry's grip was too strong. He positioned himself over the boy, ignoring the cries of protest. "You're mine now, Albus," he said, thrusting into the boy with a grunt. "We'll be together forever."
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Ginny stood there, her eyes wide with shock and horror. "What are you doing?" she screamed.
Harry didn't hesitate. He cast the Killing Curse, and Ginny fell to the floor, dead. Harry didn't even look back as he continued his assault on Albus, who was sobbing quietly.
Finally, Harry reached his climax, collapsing onto the bed, spent. Albus lay there, trembling and traumatized. Harry got up and dressed, completely unfazed by what he'd just done.
As he left the room, he looked back at Albus. "You're mine now," he repeated.
Albus looked up at his father, tears streaming down his face. He felt a strange sensation in his body, and he realized that he was absorbing Ginny's remains. He closed his eyes, knowing that his life would never be the same again.
Harry walked out of the room, leaving Albus alone with his mother's corpse. The boy cried quietly, the tears soaking the sheets. He knew that he had to be strong, that he had to survive.
But as the sun rose higher in the sky, Albus couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be the same again.
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