Chapter 5 - Interlude - Preparations and Future Timeskip!

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(A/N: Harry Potter's POV and Third Person POV by the author)

But one thing that made him a little sad, so far during the time he spent with his aunt, they hadn't had sex, apparently not yet for her. He's not of the right age. She's waiting for him to grow older to take everything for herself. Harry couldn't help but sigh and wonder what his aunt wanted to do with him until then. Until then, he wouldn't stop training to become stronger because, after all, his enemies wouldn't stop trying to kill him.

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Harry had no time to waste except to develop himself, obviously with all the knowledge he had gathered, he shouted or rather spoke with wisdom.

"If there's any house-elf from the Potter family who can hear me, please come here," said Harry. He was met with resounding silence.

["It seems there's no easy way for me to access the Potter vault like this."] Harry thought about how easy it would be for him to use this method to visit Diagon Alley.

Now, the question is, if Aunt Petunia in this timeline has been to Diagon Alley and if she would be willing to take me there. If not, I'll basically have to train without magic for the entire period until I'm eleven years old. Of course, I can try to simulate some small things like wandless magic or trial and error. It's all more complicated, and there's also the possibility that if I talk about magic to my aunt, I might end up being squeezed dry to convince me to confess how I found out about magic. Although it wouldn't be that bad, would it? Putting these thoughts aside, Harry decided to ask his beloved aunt finally what could go wrong.

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Harry left his room and made his way to his aunt's office. He had a plan, after all, he couldn't just say that he knew about magic. If he did, it would be very suspicious. But if he mentioned that he started making little lights, maybe he could convince her about magic, Harry continued to think.

Knock* Knock* Knock!*

"Come in," said Petunia Evans.

Her nephew, Harry, gently pushed open the door to his voluptuous aunt Petunia's office. At just ten years old, he was curious to see where she spent most of her time. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of computers.

As he entered, Harry saw his aunt sitting in her office chair, immersed in her work. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she was wearing a stylish black blazer that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Gold-framed glasses rested on her nose, while her green eyes scanned the computer screen with concentration.

The nephew watched his aunt closely, fascinated by how she commanded the professional environment. The soft office lighting illuminated her face, highlighting her flawless skin and delicate features. She typed skillfully on the keyboard, appearing like a master of technology.

The office furniture was elegant and organized, with bookshelves filled with books and meticulously stacked files. Harry couldn't help but admire his aunt, impressed by the aura of competence and determination she exuded.

Aunt Petunia noticed her nephew standing at the door and smiled, briefly interrupting her work. "Harry, come here!" she invited, making space on the desk for him to approach.

Harry approached slowly, marveling at the sight of the office and his aunt working with such grace. "Aunt, what are you doing?" he asked curiously.

Petunia patiently explained, "I'm reviewing some reports and preparing an important presentation for a meeting. That's how I spend most of my time here in the office. It's challenging work, but also very rewarding."

Harry nodded, absorbing every word. He felt immense pride in having such a talented and successful aunt. Admiring his voluptuous aunt, he realized that her beauty was not limited to her outward appearance, but also to her intelligence and professional skills.

With feigned excitement in his eyes, Harry said, "You're amazing! And even brilliant, like the light that appears in my hand from time to time!" He spoke enthusiastically to capture his beloved aunt's attention.

The moment the words left Harry's mouth, Petunia Evans immediately stopped and fixed her intense green eyes on him, causing Harry's body to stiffen instantly. He swallowed his saliva gently and lowered his head.

Petunia quickly made room for Harry to sit on her lap. Harry hesitated and took hesitant and vague steps. When he finally settled on his aunt's lap.

Petunia had moved Harry's face so that he could look into her eyes while she touched him in places no aunt should. With those doe-like eyes, she said in a soft voice, while caressing him gently, "Now, tell me, where did this come from? And how did you do it?"

"I stretch out my hand and feel a tingling sensation, and a light appears," Harry lied about the Lumos spell. As Harry spoke, her caresses became more frantic.

"Show me! Don't hide anything from me! Do you understand?" said the red-haired, green-eyed Evans, her gaze fixed on her nephew's eyes.

Harry raised his hands and gently let the flow of energy follow, softly whispering, "Lumos."

A flickering light appeared out of nowhere in the air, and Harry smiled arrogantly, but what he hadn't noticed was that the caresses had become more forceful.

Whoosh!*

"Good boy!" said the Aunt, her eyes glazed over. She quickly stood up, leaving Harry on his feet. Taking his hand in hers, she began to lead him to the room for another extensive session.

["The door was quickly locked, and he knew it would be an interrogation."] Harry thought.

(A/N: I decided to make this chapter a transition to fast forward time. So now I'm going to do a timeskip.)

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Alternate Title: Magic is not as easy as it seems!

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