"Before this night is over, all of Britain, no, all of the world will know of the greatness of Lord Voldemort and the fact that death cannot stop me, ...et alone a small boy. Why are you smiling like an idiot, did the sight of your parents killer defeating death addle your brain, or is it the terror of facing the greatest dark lord in history without the Weasley boy to protect you that made you lose contact with your sanity?"Harry couldn't hold in his laughter anymore and his laughter echoed. . and thatyou were well?.., shall we say playing games? Relieved to hear this I asked if I could go and change out of the suitand boots. The constable smiled humorously and again her eyes lowered to mycrotch.? I stood up and the worsthappened, my erection forced it?s way forward as I got to my feet and theclingy latex suit exacerbated the situation. I hurried red faced to the officeto change into jeans and a sweater.I came back out and started to gather up all the bondage equipment andload it. These casual pants, as always, needed to be easily and quickly unzipped and zipped, it was pivotal that they do that. The remaining parts of his streetware needed to be as inconspicuous as humanly possible. He didn’t want to attract any prying eyes on these streets, save for the ones on his actual target, normally cute girls in their twenties.He skipped supper today because he intended to fully exploit the mild and clear weather that graced this late afternoon. Not a grey cloud in sight, no. Sarina explained, "You may not know this, Harry, but I track the IP addresses of people who visit my web site. It turns out that you are my number one fan." My ability to control my cock was failing as I silently thanked 'Big Brother' for the up side of surveillance. She continued, "I wanted to visit you and thank you personally." She paused for a moment. "I know that I should have called you personally before arriving, but your wife and I wanted to surprise you." Oh, I'm surprised," I.