Copyright © 2002, t'Sade.
Harry Potter fan-fiction. Ron, trying to save the day, finds
himself at the bottom of the lake with a very lonely squid.
This story contains explicit material in the following
scenes:
"Ron! Wait up!"
Harry Potter's voice carried clearly out over the water and Ron
looked up with a start. His red hair flashed in the setting sunlight as
he peered over the water to see Harry running along the side, carrying
his Firebolt. Ron sighed and waited, smoothing his moth-eaten robes
before leaning against a carved, wooden pole in the ground.
After a few moments, Harry came running up, panting. Green eyes
sparkled for a moment before he skidded to a stop.
"Hey... Ron."
Ron Weasley smiled at his friend and looked down at Harry's
Firebolt; the polished, and expensive, broomstick was streaked with new
burn marks, some of them still scattering ashes to the ground as Harry
brought the broom to his side.
"What happened to your..." he pointed at the broom.
"You know about someone cursing the Gryffindor Quidditch team,
right?"
Stepping slightly back away from Harry, Ron nodded warily while
keeping his eye out; someone had taken to randomly throwing fire spells
at anyone on the team, or happened to be nearby. Earlier that morning,
Draco was sent to the infirmary when he got caught in the blast while
trying to steal Harry's Firebolt.
"Yeah? Like when the snitch exploded on you?"
Harry frowned and rubbed the healing scars along his face and neck,
"Well... I think I found out something, but I want Hagrid to hear
about it. It may deal with one of his... pets, or at least imitating
one of them."
Frowning, Ron thought for a moment, "I think he's teaching a
bunch of sixth-year students about some water creatures, he's over near
the river. Knowing him, probably holding his breath and swimming around
after some squid. They came by about an hour or so ago, practicing
their water-breathing spells. Sarlivous or something like that."
Even as a chuckle drifted from the green-eyed wizard, Ron could
feel Harry's attention drawing away and he didn't like it.
"But, you could probably wait here..."
Shaking his head, Harry looked over the lake, "No, this is
important."
Taking a deep breath, Harry picked up his broom again and waves to
Ron, "Catch you later!"
Ron watched him disappear down one of the winding paths that seemed
to dominate Hogwarts and sighed.
"But, I want to help," but no one heard his wistful
statement.
Feeling dejected, Ron sat down heavily on the ground and winced as
he heard the hem of his robe ripping. Taking great care not to inspect
it, he gazed out over the water. The enjoyment of watching the waves
faded as he thought about Harry Potter.
"Poor Harry, wonder why he took it personally when Draco got
hurt," Ron sighed again, "I think the bastard did it on
purpose."
With another sigh, he pulled out his wand and began to draw circles
in the dirt. The splintered wand was held together by a few strings and
some mud; his family couldn't afford much more.
"How can I help? What can I do with the great Harry Potter on the
case?"
The sense of bitter quickly faded into guilt as Ron realize he did
care for his friend. Looking up into the blue sky, he spoke quietly,
"Good luck, Harry. Whatever it is, I know you'll figure it
out."
A few hours later, Ron woke up with a start. Above him, night had
already washed over Hogwarts and he found himself lying down in a pool
of shadows. The ground was still warm from the sunlight, but he knew it
would cool down quickly. He barely began to rub his eyes when he heard
a few students running by. Harry's voice was easily identifiable as
they ran by.
"We better find Hagrid quick! I think he's still in the
river."
Hermione responded, but her voice was lost in the noise and they
faded before Ron could scramble to his feet. He manage to run after
them a few steps when the hem of his robe caught under his foot and he
fell face first into the mud; a fresh tearing noise greeted his ears
and he winced painfully, the robe couldn't take much more and his
family couldn't afford it.
By the time he pushed himself up, the other students were gone and
the sounds of the night began to pick up again. A cricket nearby began
to chirp until an owl briefly flew over.
Ron smacked the ground, "Damn it! I missed him."
Tears began to crawl down his mud-streaked cheeks as he sat up,
"I just wanted to help this time."
Ron let a few sobs shake him before he pushed down on his emotions
and scrambled to his feet. Wiping the dark mud from his eyes, he looked
around him.
Mist was rising off the surface of the lake and Ron found himself
staring at it, almost mesmerized. His eyes trailed along the shore,
following the mist until he barely saw where the river poured into the
lake.
Elation grew inside him and he fumbled for his wand, "I know.
I'll find Hagrid!"
Pulling out his wand and tightening the latest bit of string
holding it together, he frowned and tried to remember the spell he
heard from one of the seventh-year students. His wand bobbed in the air
as he struggled to duplicate the flip.
"Sara..."
"Sarins..."
"Saramonious!"
His voice cracked on the spell, but he felt the swirl of energy as
it rippled through his wand. One of the strings on it burst into
flames, but he quickly dipped it into the water before it could damage
the battered wood anymore.
Feeling flush and succeeding at a powerful spell, Ron looked around
for someone to brag to.
There was no one.
Feeling suddenly alone, he started to back away from the lake when
he realized why he cast the spell. Taking a deep breath, he stepped up
to the shore of the gently lapping water and then took a step into the
water.
His foot got wet.
Ron frowned and lifted his foot up and put it back into the
water.
His foot got even wetter.
Nervousness and fear began to trickle down his spine and he briefly
considered running back to the dorm, and to avoid Professor Snape
before he lost even more points to Gryffindor.
A rustling of the bushes made his decision and he splashed forward,
praying that his spell was successful. His robe caught on a rock and he
felt himself falling face first into the water.
His scream was half-interrupted when he landed face-first into the
water and took in a large gulp of water. His arms and legs thrashed for
a moment before he realized he wasn't choking.
Elation flooded through him and he took another deep breath of
water; the cool liquid slid down his throat, but somehow he was
breathing. With a scramble, he stumbled deeper into the water, soaking
himself, until he dipped completely under the surface.
Underwater was not that much different than above. It was cool, but
not hot. The water was murky at a distance, hinting at things moving
just out of his vision, but there was nothing stopping him from moving
forward. Harry's quest still in mind, he manage to half-walk, half-swim
toward the river, a trail of tiny bubbles following him.
The lake grew dark very quickly, more so on the surface, and soon
Ron found himself lost between long streamers of algae and plants.
Above him, a school of fish was swimming in circle, a faint mockery of
vultures. Ron shivered and looked around for some landmark, but the
alien gave no hint to where he was.
Feeling a little frightened, Ron kicked up, swimming toward the
surface. His shoes were dragging him down, but he couldn't afford to
lose them, that would be the third pair this year.
As the surface grew closer, he saw the moon's light light up the
entire sky in a brilliant wave of diamonds. The surface of the water
somehow magnified it to the point where he felt he was swimming into
the moon itself.
Then he hit the surface.
Literally.
Instead of splashing into the fresh air, Ron found his face pressed
painfully against a rubbery sheet of something. Panicking, he pushed
out, but the surface tension of the water would not let him escape and
he sunk deeper into the water. Swimming up again, he pounded his fists
against the magical surface of the lake, but even with all of his
strength behind it, he could not break free.
A watery sob escaped his throat and he let himself sink toward the
bottom of the lake. When his feet brushed against the rocky surface, he
looked around, but darkness had flooded the lake and he couldn't see
more than a few arms length away from him.
Hagrid and Harry forgotten, Ron picked a random direction and hoped
it would lead him out before his spell wore off.
It felt like hours had passed, but Ron knew it was only a few
minutes. His feet caught on the rocks and seaweeds, making each step
feel like he ran a mile. The ground didn't seem to rise much, but the
darkness was absolute and each rolling hill that promised to lead up
managed to lead him deeper into the lake.
He managed to work himself into a dark despair when he tripped on
something rubbery. Even with the slow-motion of the water, he saw the
ground rush up to him and he landed hard.
Before he even stopped moving, he was scrambling to his feet,
looking around. The darkness pressed around him until he remembered his
wand. Feeling foolish at not thinking of it sooner, he waved his wand
and said the word to the spell of light.
"Lumos!"
A pearly light burst into existence on his wand and Ron found
himself looking at a giant squid. The creature was huge, almost eighty
feet in length as one immense eye rotated to stare at him. A swirl of
tentacles bunched up, then launched themselves at him.
Ron's watery scream would have been heard across the school if it
wasn't for the water. He kicked hard on the ground and launched himself
up, away from the reaching tentacles. His feet kicked violently as he
tried to swim away as fast as he could.
A bubbly voice, a male, interrupted his panic, "A human!"
Slowing, Ron looked behind him as two of the tentacles wrapped
around his feet. Fear surging through him again, he kicked hard at the
tentacles and tried to cast a spell.
"Reduik... Reduc... help!"
"No, no, no, no, no. I won't hurt you. I promise," the bubbly
voice appeared to be coming from the squid as it drew him closer. Ron
got a good look at the sharp beak and screamed as loud as he could.
"No, no, no! I won't hurt you! I promise!"
The tentacles set him down on the ground and held him as he
thrashed and beat at them. Slowly, when nothing happened, Ron opened
his eyes to find the squid staring back, not hurting him.
Curiosity began to filter through his emotions as he stopped,
"You talk?"
A few of the tentacles swirled in the water, but most of them
continued to remain wrapped around his waist and legs, "Yes, yes,
yes, yes! I talk. I remember how!"
There was more than a little joy and amusement in the squid's
voice, a strange bubbly mixture of full-grown male and child-like
qualities. Ron tightened his grip on his wand as he peered over at the
large, yellow eye staring at him.
"Who... what are you?"
"I don't remember. Dumbl... someone used to call me Gerid, but
that was a long time ago."
Ron felt one of the tentacles tugging at his robe and he managed to
pull it free from the sucker teeth. Another tentacle wrapped around his
waist, adding to the one already there and drew him closer as the squid
stared at him for a moment.
"Are you a student?"
Feeling very scared, Ron stared at the sharp beak of the squid
before responding in a tiny voice, "Yes?"
"What year?"
"Fourth."
"A very good year."
Ron felt his spine trying to crawl into his stomach, "A... good
year?"
"Yeah, a good year. I liked my fourth year, I had a lot of fun.
Of course, Potter was getting all the credit, but he still left some to
us."
"Potter?"
"Yeah, James Potter. He's a wizard, probably graduated now. Going
to do good, yes, yes, yes. Haven't seen him in... a long time."
"James? You mean Harry's father?"
Shock rippled through the squid and it pulled him closer, "James
is a father? Wow... where did the time go. Here, I've been watching
over this... been sleeping here all these years and he goes and has a
son?"
Completely lost, Ron just nodded. His hand grabbed one of the
tentacles as it tugged at his boot, pulling the laces from one of the
sucker mouths. Another tentacle was wiggling up his robes and he pushed
it out.
"Hey! Please watch those things!"
The squid's eye looked down and pulled the one from his robe,
"Sorry. They have a mind of their own. Never figured out how to get
them all working at once... they have a tendency to do thing."
Ron felt a tearing at his robe and yanked hard on the cloth. The
fabric tore, but he managed to free his outfit from the curious
tentacles that was trying to suck at it. He looked at the squid with a
painful look, "Look, can I go now? I really need to get to the
surface."
He found himself pulling his hand from a tentacle that wrapped
around it, the suckers briefly tugged at his skin before he managed to
free one hand; his foot slipped and another tentacle wrapped around
it.
The squid pulled back one tentacle, but the others quickly took
it's place, "Sorry... I... can't seem to... control..." with each
word, he pulled away one tentacle, but another would snake out to wrap
around him. Ron felt his clothes tearing as hundreds of suckers wrapped
around his arm before the squid drew it back. A few strips of cloth
drifted in the water and Ron stared at them for a moment.
Finally, the squid managed to yank all of its tentacles back, but
in the process Ron felt his robe finally give up and tear horribly.
Cool water brushed against his skin and he suddenly felt embarrassed in
only his underwear.
The squid stared at him, vibrating with the effort to control it's
tentacles, "I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to, I promise. I do, I
really do!"
Ron swam back, away from the squid, "It's okay. I can find a new
one."
Turning around, he began to swim away from the strange creature,
"I just need to head home."
The squid whimpered, "Please don't go. I just want to
help."
Echoes of him saying the same thing stopped Ron and he turned
around, the light from his wand casting a blue ripple through the
water. A sense of sadness filled him for a moment before he swam back
to the creature.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you destroyed my clothes and I
can't... can't afford another."
"Money? Would money help?"
Warily, Ron looked at the creature as it turned darker, "Yes, but
I don't have any."
"I do! Yes, yes, yes. I say sorry and give you stuff. You stay
and be friend, just for a while?"
"I can't, I'm sorry. I don't know when this spell is
goin-"
"Spell! Yes, time for you to go. Me get money, lead you to
surface. No drown here, no, no, no. Getting stuck in a form is bad...
getting stuck... bad."
With a flick of it's fins, the squid's body narrowed and Ron felt a
rush of water as it snapped past. His bright red hair flashed in the
water for a moment before silence filled the water around him.
Ron looked around, fear growing again, "Uh, squid? Gerid?"
Nothing responded.
"Gerid?"
No one responded.
Ron was about to panic when the squid raced back, it's long length
easily slicing through the water. In one tentacle, it was holding a
rusted box that it dropped at his feet.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes. You get money, go home, come back later. No
get stuck in water."
Ron felt the tentacles wrap around him and the box, picking him up
in the water. The suckers seemed gentle against his skin, sending up
goosebumps. With a surge of water, the squid launched itself into the
darkness, moving faster and straighter than Ron ever could on his own.
The cool water pressed against his face and he felt the various
current, warm and cold, splash against him, even underwater.
He had barely enough time to enjoy the sensations when he saw the
surface of the lake race up to him, and the rippling image of the
wooden pole he was sleeping near just a few hours before.
"Gerid! There it is! The surfa-"
Ron's voice caught in his throat as he watched as someone stepped
into his vision, near the edge of the pool. Long white hair sparkled in
the moonlight as Dumbledore bent down to look at something.
Fear raced through his veins as Ron struggled away from the
surface, "Gerid! No, not there! Hide me! Dumbledore is there."
"Hide? Yes, yes, yes, hide!"
Ron felt a sudden sense of claustrophobia as all of the tentacles,
some of them thicker than his legs, wrapped around him, blocking out
the light as the squid dropped deeper into the water.
"How long hide? Have time?"
Gerid's voice was very close and Ron felt the beak brushing up
against his side. When the squid spoke, the beak seemed to quiver, but
Ron was distracted by the immense tentacles that were holding him
against it. It felt like thousands of fingers were brushing up against
him and he suddenly felt flush. One of the tentacles brushed around his
legs and he squirmed, feeling a strange heat from the contact.
"Uh, twenty minutes? He should be gone by then."
"Yes, yes, yes. Hide deeper, no find."
Ron felt the squid dropping deeper into the water, but he was still
distracted by the tentacles. One of them managed to worm it's way
around his arm and he got a chance to examine it as the squid swam
deeper into the lake.
It was long, but fairly flat. A thick line of suckers, each one the
size of his thumb, opened and closed with reflexive movements. As the
tentacle turned and ran along his skin, it felt like thousands of
kisses, lighter than his mother's or Ginny's, running down his arm. The
feeling of strangeness and heat grew inside him and he frowned, trying
to understand it.
When one of the tentacles brushed up between his legs, pressing
down on his inner thighs with it's light kisses, he realized he was
hard, almost painfully so. Managing to free his hands from the
tentacles, he rested both of them on his hardness, trying to hide
it.
The squid didn't seem to notice.
Tentacles continued to grip and tease him, holding him closer to
the squid's mouth as they ran along his skin. One of them brushed up
against the crack of his ass and he yelped, trying to jump away. One
hand flew from his crotch to his ass as he blushed furiously in the
murky darkness of the lake. The squid stopped, it's tentacles touching
and probing Ron with quiet insistence.
"Something wrong?"
"Yes, you keep runni-" his word ended in a yelp as another
tentacle manage to worm it's way under the edge of his underwear,
teasing up toward his hardness.
"You keep doing that!"
The pure innocent and confusion almost broke his heart as the squid
sniffed, "I'm sorry, no, no, no, I'm so sorry. I can't seem to
control them when I'm doing something. Dum... I never figured it
out."
The water was no longer rushing around the squid, but it didn't
seem to want to let go of Ron. He was about to say something when a
tentacle managed to slip into his underwear and brush against his cock;
the thousand light kisses of it's suckers brought a gasp to his lips.
It felt like nothing he's ever experienced before.
Next to him, the squid suddenly spoke up, "I feel funny."
Eyes widening, Ron looked at the beak, "You feel funny!? You have
a tentacle on... my..."
He couldn't find the dignity to finish the sentence. In response,
the squid drew another tentacle along his buttocks, sucking lightly on
each one as it drew it across. Ron squirmed, but struggled less he did
before as the faint stirrings of pleasure began to grow inside him. The
one tentacle brushing up against his cock was beginning to feel good
and surprised himself by unconsciously thrusting slightly at it. The
hand over his underwear tightened slightly, feeling the wiggling
tentacle underneath the thin fabric.
A shuddering gasp escaped his lips as he released the hand on the
front and let the tentacle wrap slightly around his cock, stroking it
slightly as the suckers kissed lightly along his length. It felt
intense, more so than his hand ever did in the middle of the night, but
good.
The tentacle near the back, however, he kept a firm hand on, just
in case. The squid seemed to calm down as the tentacles wrapped around
his arms and legs and waist, stroking him with thousands of soft kisses
over every inch of his body.
Ron moaned softly, ignoring the sensation of his underwear being
pulled down off his legs. His hand covered his ass tightly, but the
incredible sensations along his cock were beginning to make the world
shake. Each stroke seemed to arouse more pleasure from the throbbing
length and soon he was panting from the sensations.
"Am... I doing wrong?"
The squid's voice was very soft, almost hesitant. Ron started to
say yes, but the gentle pleasures across every inch of his skin stopped
him, "Ye... no... sort of. It feels good, but I'm not..."
The squid said nothing but continued to stroke along Ron, it's
tentacles brushing against every inch of his body except where his hand
protected. Ron's balls felt tight, ready to explode, as the squid used
the tip of it's tentacle to stroke along is length and wrap around
them, tugging them slightly.
The squid continued to speak in a soft voice, "Should I
stop?"
Ron shook his head, his body shaking from the senses that were
crashing into them, "No, please don't."
A tentacle swirled up from behind him and teased between his legs,
The tip seemed to be pushing back toward his bum when Ron shook his
head again, "No, not there. Not in the bum."
In an even quieter voice, almost too low for Ron to hear, "Just
along then? It feels good."
Even as images of gay men flashed through his head, he found
himself curious about the tentacles. Would the kisses feel good
there?
"Just not in?"
The squid's movements quickened as one tentacle wrapped around the
wrist of the hand protecting his hand and gently pried it away. The
tentacle between his legs slid up, parting the smooth curves of his ass
to stroke along the length, briefly teasing the puckered entrance
before sliding up. Ron shivered with pleasure, his entire body almost
burning with sensations.
The squid spoke softly, "Just around, no in, no, no, no, just
around..."
It's voice trailed off as it's tentacles took over, stroking and
touching every inch of his body. He felt thousands of kisses along his
arms, legs, and back. The tentacle between his ass-cheeks was smaller,
with smaller suckers, but it still felt good as it nuzzled between his
buttocks, stroking up and down and planting thousands of kisses along
the very sensitive opening.
The one around his cock continued to stroke the hardness, running
up and down with gently strokes. To Ron, if felt like he was going to
explode as his cock throbbed almost painfully.
Then, the world exploded around him. His cock finally surged
hard, pumping white clouds of cum into the water around him as he
moaned in pleasure. The suckers around his shaft continued to kiss
as he felt his entire body shudder from the effort of the
orgasm. Ron felt each jet burst into the cool water, but he was
lost in the incredible sensations that assaulted him, each stroke
brought pleasure almost to a burst point as his body writhed in
the tentacle's embrace.
Too soon, it ended and he found himself gasping.
"Wow..."
The squid's tentacles withdrew from Ron's cock, but they continued
to stroke along his body. The one between his cheeks was almost pumping
between them with short, almost furious ripples. Ron closed his eyes
and leaned back, understanding the need to reach a peak. His entire
body felt sensitive, almost erotically so, and every sucker that
stroked along his body harmonized with that pleasure.
It took a few moments, but the squid suddenly thrust the
smaller tentacle hard against his the crack of his ass and slid it
up his back. A warm flood of liquid washed against his back and he
saw streamers of something hazy flood the water around him.
Immediately, the tentacles relaxed and stopped their stroking. Two
of them hugged him tightly as the others spread out into the water.
Next to him, the beak vibrated slightly, "Thank you."
Ron, unable to find the words, nodded. He curled his fingers around
one of the tentacles and relaxed. Then, he felt a strange curl of
energy and a brief taste of water.
"Uh, squid? I think the spell is about to wear off."
The squid snapped forward, moving incredibly fast toward the
surface, "Nope, no get stuck. You friend, yes, yes, yes."
The warning swirl came again as the edge of the lake raced up to
him. Ron desperately looked out, trying to find Dumbledore, but
thankfully he couldn't find him. The squid took him as far as he could,
then lifted him next to the surface.
"Thank you. Yes, yes, yes, thank you."
Ron smiled to himself as the squid's tentacles drew back and left
him standing on the shore, with his head just under the surface of the
water. Two yellow eyes stared at him and he found himself staring
back.
Neither said anything for a moment, but Ron interrupted the
silence, "Uh... do you want me to come back?"
A gasp of surprise, "Please? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Please come
back."
One tentacle reached out and stroked his cheek, "I liked
it."
Ron stroked his finger along it before the tentacle withdrew,
"Will you be okay... alone?"
"If you come back, yes, yes, yes."
Nodding, Ron smiled, "I'll come back. Though next time I would
appreciate you not ruining my clothes? I might lose a few points for
this."
"Points bad, stuck worse. Don't get stuck. Go, go, go."
A warning twinge of water in his mouth warned him and Ron turned
and stepped forward, the surface of the water hesitated, then parted
and he felt the spell end. Cool air, strangely flat after the taste of
the water, filled his lungs and he felt the water sluice off his naked
body.
Looking around, he scrambled forward and looked back. A single
tentacle waved to him over the water before the squid disappeared under
the surface.
"Strange creatures swim in the lake at night, I've heard."
Dumbledore voice stopped Ron's heart for a moment and he turned
around with a sinking feeling. The old man stepped out from around a
bush with a serious expression on his face.
"But I didn't think it would be a student, a Gryffindor, at
that," his eyes flickered downward, "nor naked."
Embarrassment slammed into Ron and he covered his penis with both
hands. He started to stammer, but Dumbledore interrupted him.
"I-I-"
"Five points of Gryffindor for being out after dark. And another
five for doing it naked."
Ron's shoulders slumped down and he trudged out of the water.
Dumbledore hands reached out and rested on his shoulder until Ron
looked up. To his surprise, there was a twinkle in the old man's
eyes.
"Ten points to Gryffindor for giving a good friend a little
needed company."
Shock and surprise flashed on Ron's face as his mouth dropped.
Slowly, he closed it and nodded. The old man chuckled briefly, "Since
it evens out, we don't need to tell anyone, do we?"
Excited he didn't lose point, Ron shook his head, "No,
sir."
"Good."
The old man stared out over the water for a moment before looking
down with an impish grin, "It appears that someone left a pile of
clothes that just might fit you in those bushes over there."
Ron smiled, "Thank you."
"No, thank the person who left them. Well... you should run off,
young man. I need to work on a spell. You see, the flip of the wand
during the Saramonious spell ends with a jerk to the right, not the
left. I heard that lets you leave the water when you want, not when the
spell wears off. But, be careful of the squids, I hear they are rather
frisky at night."
Dumbledore casually walked away, leaving the stunned boy to stare
at his back.
