MCU- Superman(HP)

Harry had only one night left before the Hogwarts Express departed. With all his school supplies gathered, there was only one thing left to do—return to the Dursleys.

He sighed as Bathsheba called the Knight Bus.

The ride was long and bumpy, but Harry barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere, still marveling at his wand and the power it held. He had only used magic sparingly so far, but he knew—it was just the beginning.

The bus finally screeched to a stop in front of Privet Drive.

Harry stepped off, staring at the house where he had spent his miserable childhood. A smirk played on his lips. Things were different now.

When he knocked, the door opened almost immediately, revealing Petunia Dursley.

She looked nervous. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her apron, and her usually sharp, beady eyes avoided his.

"Y-you're back," she stammered.

Harry tilted his head, amused. "Did you think I wouldn't be?"

Petunia swallowed. "We—um—we made up your bed in the guest room"

Harry chuckled, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "How thoughtful of you."

She flinched at his tone, stepping aside quickly.

As Harry walked past the living room, he noted the absence of Vernon and Dudley. The house felt eerily quiet. Were they avoiding him?

He turned back to Petunia, who stood hesitantly in the hallway. "Where's your dear husband?"

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "Out. With Dudley."

"Convenient."

Harry gestured to the bed. "Sit down."

Petunia looked down at the bed and then at Harry.

"Sit," he ordered. "Now."

The petunia immediately obeyed, her butt falling onto the bed with a slight bounce.

Harry's eyes dropped, lingering on her shapely ass and the way her legs looked even longer in the tight skirt she wore.

It was hard to believe he'd lived his whole life and never even noticed how nice she looked.

Of course, back then, he'd been a weak little muddle headed boy. Now, he was a wizard.

And he knew exactly how to get what he wanted.

He walked to her side of the bed, watching her eyes track him. Her breath was coming in quick, shallow gasps.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Like what?" she breathed.

"Like you want something."

Petunia licked her lips. "I… I don't know what you're talking about."

Harry chuckled, amused. "Oh really? So, why are you looking at me?"

He reached out, stroking her cheek gently with his knuckles.

She flinched, her eyes widening.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." Harry smirked. "Not today."

Petunia took a deep breath. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

Her gaze dropped to her lap. "F-for—looking at you like that."

"Like you're hungry and want to devour me?" Harry suggested.

Petunia flushed, her long neck turning red. "no."

"

"Liar," Harry teased. "I could practically see the drool dripping from your mouth."

She whimpered. "I—sorry, I—"

Harry laughed. "It's okay. I'm not mad."

She looked up at him, her face filled with hope.

"You've been a good pet so far," Harry said gently. "And I think you deserve a little treat."

His hand reached out and cupped her breast gently.

Petunia froze, her eyes flying to his. "You—what are you doing?"

"Rewarding you," Harry said simply, his thumb running over her hardened nipple.

She let out a shaky breath. "ah ahh."

"Shh." He squeezed her breast gently.

She shut up, her face frozen.

He kept playing with her breasts for a while until she looked on the verge of hyperventilating.

He leaned in close and kissed her neck.

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked against her skin.

She nodded.

"Words, petunia," Harry ordered. "Tell me what you want."

She trembled. "I want—more."

Harry pulled back. "More what?"

"More—of your touches."

He smiled, reaching out to tweak her nipple.

Petunia let out a startled gasp and then moaned, her eyes half-closing in bliss.

Harry leaned in and kissed her neck again, his mouth traveling down her skin until he reached the neckline of her dress. His tongue slipped under it, laving her nipple gently through her bra.

Petunia moaned louder, her hand clutching his shoulder desperately.

"Harry." She gasped. "Please."

Harry pulled back, his hands cupping her face gently. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice firm.

Her lips trembled. "Make—me come."

Harry laughed, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"That's better," he murmured and then reached under her skirt.

A few minutes later, she was moaning into the pillow and cumming on his hand.

After she came down from her orgasm, she looked at Harry with wide eyes.

"Are—was that—that was amazing."

He smiled. "Yes it was." He wiped his hand clean. "Now I have a question for you."

Her brows furrowed. "What kind of question?"

"I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me."

Her face lit up with hope. "Really? You want me to?"

Harry shrugged. "Sure."

She threw her arms around him and kissed his face eagerly.

"Thank you, thank you," she mumbled.

Harry laughed, his hands squeezing her ass. "Anytime."

Her arms paused and then she asked. "But how—how will I come with you?"

Harry chuckled. "Well, petunia, when you're as powerful as I am, you don't need a train."

She tilted her head curiously. "Really?"

Harry nodded.

She frowned, her forehead creasing. "How—how do I come with you?" she asked.

"Oh." Harry smiled. "Easy. I have something called a pocket universe."

Her eyes widened. "A what?"

"A pocket universe," Harry repeated.

"How does it work?" she asked, her voice full of awe.

"I can put entire dimensions in my pocket," he said. "Like a magic box but a million times more powerful. It even has its own gravitational field and space and time rules."

She gaped. "That sounds amazing."

He laughed and pulled out a small ring that glowed with a warm, golden light. "see," he said and then opened his palm.

The room began to grow, until they were floating in a vast, open space.

Petunia stared in awe. "Harry, this is amazing."

Harry smiled. "Right?"

He opened his other palm and a white light appeared. The light turned into a small room.

"Wow," Petunia said. "Can I enter?"

Harry nodded and gestured for her to enter the room.

She went in, her eyes wide as she touched the walls. "Amazing." She looked back at him. "Thank you."

Harry laughed, pleased with himself.

"I've made this room just for you," he said, gesturing at the room. "You can live here if you want. I'll make anything you want for you."

"Really?" she said, her voice filled with emotion.

He nodded. "Anything."

"Thank you," she said, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck.

Harry chuckled, hugging her back. He reached for the ring again and they were back in the room, the pocket universe once more closed in the ring.

Harry smiled. He leaned forward and kissed her gently.

"Thank me by being a good pet," he whispered back.

Petunia swallowed and then nodded.

End of the chapter 28