Harry Potter > Nephilim's Power

Nephilim's Power
by Diviniti 37 Reviews
Harry realizes that he is a Nephilim, a type of dark angel that gets its power from sex. His Nephilim powers have not matured and grown over the years because he has not had sex, so what does sixte...

Category: Harry Potter - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Erotica,Fantasy,Romance - Characters: Fleur,Ginny,Harry,Hermione,Tonks - Warnings: [V] [X] [R] [?] - Published: 2008/01/03 - Updated: 2008/01/03 - 1980 words

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Warning: This contains sex of a graphic nature, and some of Harry's actions are less than admirable. You have been warned.

The year had been a painful one, Harry mused, sitting on his bed. Today was his sixteenth birthday, and the past year had been hell. Over the summer he had been numb with grief over Sirius's death, so he had thrown himself into whatever task would keep his mind occupied. For some reason, over the summer, he had the urge to work out a lot, so he did. The Dursleys had bought Diddy-fatass-Dumpkins an expensive set of weights and a treadmill, which Harry knew the whale would never use. It was in the basement and out of sight, so Harry went there every day for a few hours. The Dursleys didn't care; as long as he was out of sight, they were happy.

Throughout his past year, Harry had been having a little problem, and that problem occurred whenever he saw a pretty woman, be it Cho, Hermione, Tonks, or any of the other Hogwarts girls. Once Mrs. Weasley had been giving him a hug, pressing his head in between her massive breasts, and Harry had to scurry away, so no one saw his erection. He knew that boys of his age had these urges, but for some reason, he couldn't help but think that he was different; that his urges were on a whole different level than any other boy his age.

He would have dreams, where his hair was long and sexy, where his torso was perfectly muscled, and where he was having sex, and he was surrounded by a violet aura and he felt extremely powerful. Perhaps that was why he started to work out so much. He wished he was just like the figure in his dreams, beautiful and powerful, like a demigod, with tons of women bound to him.

He sighed as he looked at himself; the workouts had given him some muscles, but two months of them still hadn't made him look too different. No woman would ever eye him, let alone women. Why did he keep getting these repetitive dreams? He was mediocre powerwise and... even in the size of his member. God hadn't seen fit to bless him under the pants; he knew that women didn't go for the five-inch men.

For now, all he had was his imagination. Today he would imagine... hmm... Fleur.

Later that night he fell asleep to have one of the strangest dreams ever.

He was face to face with a being of physical perfection, that radiated a violet aura of power, and had eyes of fire. "I am Naer'Narathas, First of the Nephilim. I have come to speak with you."

"What?" Harry said in confusion. "A Nephil...

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