Harry Potter and the world of Reversed Sexual libido (SI as Harry)

Harry settled into McGonagall's chair, angling the parchment away from her curious gaze. His hands trembled slightly as he broke his parents' seal, the wax crumbling beneath his fingers.

"Would you like some privacy, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked, but Harry shook his head.

"Just... need to read it first myself," he murmured, unfolding the letter. His mother's elegant script flowed across the page:

"Dear son,

If you are reading this letter we are no more. Know that we love you and use the gift we gave carefully as even Voldemort himself does not have the power the gift has."

Harry's throat tightened, not from grief but intrigue. He quickly folded the letter before McGonagall could glimpse its contents.

The briefcase's locks clicked open easily. Harry's brow furrowed as he peered inside the empty interior. "There's nothing here."

McGonagall frowned, moving closer. "That can't be right. Let me see."

Harry tilted the case, demonstrating its emptiness. "Could the goblins have-"

"Absolutely not," McGonagall cut him off. "They'd risk global magical war stealing from vaults. The goblins are many things, but never thieves."

"Maybe whatever was meant to be here got... displaced somehow?" Harry suggested thoughtfully.

McGonagall nodded slowly. "A reasonable theory. It's late, Mr. Potter. You should rest before tomorrow's classes."

Harry groaned dramatically. "Speaking of classes... any chance I could serve detentions with you instead of Snape?"

A knowing smirk crossed McGonagall's face. "Oh my... I don't think that would be wise. You and I alone in a room for extended periods? Those wouldn't feel much like detentions at all."

"Well," Harry grinned rakishly, "you could always use me as leverage. Get some of the more... spirited ladies in the castle to behave. I'd wear a mask of course."

McGonagall's rich laugh filled the office. "My my, what an enterprising suggestion. I'll... consider the possibilities."

Harry gathered his inherited items, mind already racing with theories. As he headed for Gryffindor Tower, the empty briefcase seemed to pulse with untold potential.

[Scene Break - Next Morning]

Warmth and wetness dragged Harry from sleep. His eyes flew open as two eager tongues wrestled over his morning wood.

"Bloody hell..." he groaned, lifting his head to find Hermione and Lavender enthusiastically sharing his cock between them.

Lavender pulled back with a wet pop. "Sorry to wake you," she purred, clearly not sorry at all. "But after watching the twins experiment with Ron and Neville yesterday..."

"We're insatiable," Hermione finished, her tongue circling his tip. "Tried helping each other all night but-"

"Nothing works except something thick and hard," Lavender whined, grinding against the mattress.

Harry's cock twitched as their tongues resumed their passionate dance along his length. "Well... we can skip meditation today," he smirked. "Let me take care of you properly..."

"Get on the bed, both of you," Harry growled, still groggy but rapidly hardening at the sight of Hermione and Lavender's tongue work. His massive erection twitched as they crawled onto his bed, nightgowns already damp from their earlier activities.

"Can't wait to feel this inside me," Hermione purred, trailing her fingers up his thigh. "Been thinking about it since watching Padma get stuffed full yesterday..."

"Fuck, that was so hot," Lavender moaned, already working her nightgown off. "The way she screamed when Neville hit that spot deep inside..."

Harry's cock throbbed at their dirty talk. "Strip. Now." His voice was rough with need as he watched them shed their clothes, revealing flushed skin and hard nipples.

"Someone's bossy this morning," Hermione teased, but her eyes were dark with lust as she climbed up to straddle his face. Below, Lavender was already positioning herself over his cock, her pussy visibly dripping.

"Can you blame us?" Lavender purred, rubbing her wet slit along his length. "After that show yesterday... god, we were soaked all night. Nothing helped - not fingers, not toys..."

"Need the real thing," Hermione finished, gasping as Harry's tongue found her clit. "Oh fuck..."

Harry groaned into Hermione's pussy as Lavender slowly sank down on his cock. She was incredibly tight, her inner walls gripping him like a velvet vice. Above him, Hermione's thighs trembled as he sucked her clit.

"So fucking deep," Lavender moaned, taking him to the hilt. "Stretching me just right..."

The two witches leaned forward to kiss deeply, their breasts pressing together as they moved. Harry could feel how desperately aroused they both were - Hermione flooding his mouth while Lavender's pussy fluttered around his shaft.

His hands gripped Hermione's hips harder, driving his tongue deeper as she rode his face. Her thighs were quivering constantly now. Above him, the girls' moans grew louder as they played with each other's breasts, pinching and rolling sensitive nipples.

"Faster Harry," Hermione begged, grinding against his mouth. "Right there... don't stop..."

Lavender was bouncing frantically now, her tight channel massaging his length with each stroke. "So close... gonna cum on this thick cock..."

Harry doubled his efforts, tongue-fucking Hermione relentlessly while thrusting up to meet Lavender's movements. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex and their desperate moans.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" Hermione screamed suddenly, her pussy gushing as she came hard on Harry's tongue. The sight pushed Lavender over the edge, her walls clamping down as she orgasmed.

Harry thrust up sharply, emptying his balls deep inside Lavender's spasming channel. They collapsed in a sweaty heap, but his cock was already hardening again at the sight of their satisfied faces and cum-slicked thighs.

"My turn," Hermione purred, pushing Lavender aside. "Want to feel that cum-covered cock splitting me open."

Harry rolled Hermione onto her hands and knees, her ass raised invitingly. His cum-slicked cock pressed against her entrance as Lavender positioned herself in front of Hermione's face.

"Been wanting this tight pussy all morning," Harry growled, slowly pushing into Hermione's dripping heat. She moaned loudly into Lavender's folds.

"Oh fuck..." Hermione gasped, pushing back to take him deeper. Her walls clenched around him desperately.

Lavender tangled her fingers in Hermione's wild hair, grinding against her talented tongue. "That's it... eat that pussy while he fills you up..."

Harry set a punishing pace, his balls slapping against Hermione's clit with each thrust. The sight of her face buried between Lavender's thighs while he pounded her from behind was intoxicating.

"Such a greedy little cunt," he grunted, spanking her ass hard. "Taking my cock so deep while you eat our friend's pussy..."

Hermione just moaned louder, her whole body shaking as Harry hit that perfect spot inside her. Lavender was writhing above her face, clearly close to another orgasm.

"Fuck... your tongue... don't stop..." Lavender panted, her thighs trembling. "Gonna cum all over that pretty face..."

Harry reached around to rub Hermione's swollen clit, making her buck wildly. His cock was being strangled by her tight channel as she approached her peak.

"Want to feel you cum on my cock," he ordered roughly. "Show me how badly you needed this..."

That pushed her over the edge. Hermione screamed into Lavender's pussy as she came hard, her walls milking Harry's length. Above her, Lavender shrieked through her own orgasm.

Harry thrust deep one final time, flooding Hermione's spasming channel with another load of hot cum. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, breathing heavily.

"Holy fuck..." Hermione mumbled into the sheets. "Can't feel my legs..."

Lavender giggled, still trembling with aftershocks. "Worth missing meditation though..."

Harry grinned, watching his cum leak from both thoroughly satisfied witches. "Better clean up... already late for Charms."

Though none of them seemed particularly concerned about tardiness at that moment.

Harry sat in Flitwick's class, idly practicing the levitation charm he'd known since his previous life. The magical ping hit suddenly, making him grunt softly.

"Here we go again," he thought, recognizing Voldemort's probing. Instead of fighting it, he relaxed, curious what the Dark Lord was trying to accomplish.

The familiar scene of Godric's Hollow materialized - Halloween night. Harry expected to see what he'd watched countless times in movies from his past life - his father falling first, his mother's sacrifice, the killing curse rebounding. But this universe had other plans.

"Oh fuck," Harry thought as the scene unfolded differently. Voldemort's intentions were far darker than simple murder. The Dark Lord advanced on Lily Potter with unmistakable lust in his serpentine eyes. But his mother wasn't helpless - her face contorted with rage as she began an incantation that made the air itself shiver.

The words were unlike anything Harry had heard before, ancient and terrible. Whatever she was invoking made Voldemort's red eyes widen with genuine fear. He killed her quickly, abandoning whatever sick game he'd planned.

Harry forced himself to watch the rest - the killing curse, its rebound, Voldemort's destruction. Coming back to awareness, he noticed his knuckles were white from gripping the desk.

"Damn mom," he whispered, impressed despite himself. "What the hell were you about to do?"

At lunch, Harry glanced at his friends scattered around the Gryffindor table. Neville and Parvati were sharing whispered conversations, while Ron was placing his hands in places that Padma liked while telling her tales of Quidditch. Hermione and Lavender sat on either side of Harry, reading a book and eating their food.

"Bathroom break," he announced, standing up. Hermione raised an eyebrow but stayed focused on her Charms text.

In the dormitory, Harry pulled out the briefcase. He'd opened it before, finding it frustratingly empty. But something told him there had to be more - hidden compartments, magical secrets, anything.

After twenty minutes of increasingly creative attempts to break it, he tried sensing for magic by closing his eyes and concentrating on the feeling. That's when he felt it - a small signature of magic, practically vibrating.

"The fuck?" he muttered, carefully picking it up. A piece of hair, it seemed ordinary enough, but the magic emanating from it was undeniable. He placed it in the box for safekeeping.

Through Snape's detention (cleaning trophy cases without magic, the greasy git), Harry's mind kept returning to the hair while he used wandless magic to clean faster discreetly. Back in his room that night, he examined it again.

His first thought was eating it - he'd watched My Hero Academia in his past life and considered it. But then he remembered something more practical: Polyjuice Potion. Hermione had brewed it successfully in her second year in canon.

"Worth a shot," he mused, tucking the hair away. Tomorrow he'd ask Hermione for help. Whatever secrets this hair held might help him understand what his mother had been about to do - and maybe provide some advantages in making this new life even better than the last.

As sleep took him, Harry smiled. He didn't want world domination or epic battles this time around. He just wanted to enjoy every moment with his girls, his friends, and whatever opportunities this twisted new universe offered.