About his Father

Out loud, Harry asked, "Have you been with anyone since dad died?”

"No," his mother answered with a toneless voice.

After thinking of another question, he voiced it, "How many times a month do you masturbate?"

She dully responded, "Once a month."

Nodding his head, Harry realized that the stress he noticed his mother had could come from not being sexually active despite her young age for a witch. Wanting to try to make his mother do something he didn't think she would respond to, Harry ordered her, "Mum, lift your skirt."

To Harry, when his command failed he felt as if a lock was closed, which was different from when his mother answered his questions, because he felt like a lock clicked open each time.

Trying a different order he told her, "Start masturbating twice a week from now on."

Smiling, but keeping his eyes locked on his mother, Harry felt the lock click open in his mind in response to his mother following the change he made to her behavior.

"View only people in the Potter family as attractive." He smiled sadly at being the only Potter left besides his mother, but he could use the subtlety in the wording for his benefit.

"Become more comfortable dressing down in my presence." Harry wanted to take advantage of as many low clothing situations as possible with his mother.

"You no longer mind if I stare at you." He didn't want his mom to do anything if started to look at her too long.

"Gain a desire to become more physically close with me." First Harry could start off with becoming in physical contact with his mother more often, and then he could move from there.

"Skirts are now your favorite clothes, you want to wear them much more often than pants or shorts." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, because after giving his mother that order, he felt like she had only just accepted the change and was close to not following it.

Deciding that he had made enough progress today, Harry ended the hypnotic trance she was in. "Mum? Did you hear me?" he asked.

She blinked in confusion and shook her bed, "Harry? Did you say something?"

"I said I had a good afternoon reading at Uncle Padfoot's library."

"Oh," she said, shaking the last of the trance off, "I must have zoned out, sorry. Dinner should be ready in about half an hour so remember to come down then."

"Thanks mum," Harry responded, "I'll be down then for dinner."