The Unexpected Inheritance

Harry Potter stared at the letter in their hands, their eyes scanning the page as if the words would change if they looked hard enough. The familiar address, written in elegant script, seemed to shimmer in the sunlight streaming through the small window of their dingy apartment. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" – the very words sent shivers down their spine. As a futanari, Harry had grown accustomed to the strange looks and whispered comments from the wizarding community. Their parents, both wizards, had always been tight-lipped about their heritage, but Harry had always felt like there was something missing, something they couldn't quite put their finger on. The letter, addressed to them, was an acceptance letter – they were the chosen one, destined to attend Hogwarts. Harry's heart skipped a beat as they read the words, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling in their chest. As they finished reading the letter, a knock at the door broke the silence. It was a delivery person from a shipping company, holding a small package with no return address. "For Harry Potter," the delivery person said, handing over the package. The package was unmarked, except for a small inscription on the side that read: "For the Chosen One." Harry's curiosity piqued, they opened the package to find a small, ornate box inside. The box was adorned with strange symbols and markings that seemed to shimmer in the light. Inside the box, a glowing vial filled with a shimmering liquid caught their attention. The liquid seemed to shift and move of its own accord, emitting a soft, pulsating glow. Harry's nose wrinkled in distaste as they caught a whiff of the liquid's scent – it was unmistakably cum. A note attached to the vial read: "For Harry Potter, the chosen one. Drink this when the time is right." Harry's mind reeled as they stared at the vial, unsure what to make of it. As they held the vial, Harry began to experience strange, vivid dreams. They dreamed of magic, of spells and incantations, of a world that seemed to pulse with an energy they couldn't quite understand. Their body began to respond, their cock hardening as they felt a surge of excitement. The dreams were intense, leaving Harry feeling drained and confused. As they looked at the vial again, they felt an inexplicable connection to it, as if it held the key to unlocking their true potential. With the acceptance letter and the mysterious vial in hand, Harry felt a sense of destiny calling. They knew that their life was about to change forever, and they were both excited and terrified to see what the future held. As they stood there, frozen in indecision, Harry realized that they had a choice to make. They could ignore the vial and focus on their upcoming journey to Hogwarts, or they could take a chance and try to understand the mysterious liquid. The decision would have to wait, as the sound of the delivery person clearing their throat brought Harry back to reality. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" they asked. Harry shook their head, still lost in thought. "No, that's all." As the delivery person left, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that their life was about to take a dramatic turn – one that would challenge everything they thought they knew about themselves and the wizarding world.