Not what I was expecting...

"Huh." Harry Potter looked down at his crotch and could do nothing but blink. "N- not what I expected."

Harry looked back at the spell book and reread the title of the spell he had just used, 'A most pleasurable duplication'. He had assumed it was a way to make another Harry. A clone or a twin. He'd been half right. He looked back down at his crotch and looked at Little Harry and now Other Little Harry. He gingerly took one in his left hand the other in his right hand and gave each an experimental stroke. The sensation was exquisite, a body wracking shiver ran up his spine and Harry found his hands involuntarily clenching around his appendages. Breathing hard Harry managed to let go of himself despite the very strong urge to keep stroking.

"Most pleasurable." Harry gasped. "Right."

"Not going to help me do the chores like a clone would..." Harry muttered as he looked down at his crotch. "But... not bad."

Harry grabbed the book to keep his hands off himself, he had the sneaking suspicion if he didn't keep his hands busy he would never stop stroking himself. He re read the page and frowned. 'A most pleasurable duplication' was more then just the title, it was also the only descriptor on the page. Flipping the page Harry was more than slightly alarmed. The next page was an entirely new spell, it wasn't - as he had assumed- the counter spell. Flipping back to the page he stared at the title, the words to the spell and the diagram of wand movements. That was all. That was everything. He peered closer checking to see if a page had been ripped out. No such luck.

Harry looked down at his two dicks and let out a slight whimper, he had no idea how to undo this. Harry blanched, he had no idea if it would wear off, if it could wear off. Harry dropped the book and in a panic, he had no idea if this was even reversible. He couldn't go through life with two dicks. It was bad enough being 'The Boy Who Lived'. He didn't want to be famous for having two dicks on top of being 'The Boy Who Lived'.

Clapping his hands over his eyes Harry felt more than slightly nauseous. "Oh you fucking Gryffindor. Just go charging on in an do a spell without checking the details first."

"How am I going to fix this?"