HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 137: Lustful Trait! ] (Patreon)

Only a couple of hours later after Lily fell asleep, following the long futile wait, an unexpected visitor teleported directly into the Potter Manor.

The living room was very dark without any light to assist his sight. And there was an eerie pin-drop silence in the house. Which was expected since it was five in the morning. Only his familiarity with his home aided him to reach his mother's bedroom without stumbling.

His mother should have been awake by now and preparing for the morning jog. He knew her schedule well enough. So, he was surprised to find her still sleeping in the bed.

He walked to her side. All his annoyance and unhappiness, for her stupid risky decision, disappearing as he looked at her slumbering form.

She appeared so lonely being all by herself on the vast bed, lying on her side with her arms wrapped around an extra pillow. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were thinned as if she was seeing something unpleasant in her dream.

Harry exhaled, letting go of his dissatisfaction, not wanting to seem as if he was angry at her. It was quite annoying that he couldn't remain cross with her even when it was her fault.

He dutifully tried not to stare at her half-naked body.

She was only in her red knickers, baring her breasts.

The shine of the moonlight was abundant enough for him to see her clearly. Usually, she would at least have a big-baggy bright coloured t-shirt over her underwear, most of the time it being pink. But it seemed she had forgotten the t-shirt tonight.

He shook her shoulders, feeling particularly annoyed at the pillow for hiding the essentials of her chest. He so wanted and did not want to see her nipples. It was quite a conundrum.

Did he lightly touch her sideboob when it appeared his mother was deep in her sleep? Yes, he did and instantly felt guilty about it. Was he weirded out that he was seeing his mother through a sexual lens? A bit.

He shook his head, suppressing his rising hormones and controlling his naughty urges.

It was damn hard to do that when you had a half-naked sexy redhead in front of you. And this was Lily Potter. 

The most beautiful woman in the entire world, at least to him. It obviously was difficult to keep his eyes from wandering down her waist and staring at her wonderful arse.

But he persevered.

That was after he gave in to his urge to leer at her for the five minutes.

He leaned forward, he moved to different sides and looked at her from various angles, and gave himself a feast by inspecting every inch of her bare flesh. 

He even grazed his fingers along her curves, lightly groping and fondling her half-exposed butt and fully-exposed thighs, feeling amazed how soft and warm her skin felt in his grasp.

It was terrifying how an overpowering urge was taking over him.

But he overcame it.

When his curiosity was momentarily satisfied and guilt was off the charts, he stopped molesting her and was able to repress his strong urges.

He felt so evil and rotten that he hadn't been able to totallycontrol himself.

Isis' comment both helped and scared him. Sometimes he really forgot that there was another soul inside him who was aware of his every thought and action.

[It's fine, Harry. Just don't do it ever again. It is indeed a very bad and vile act. I don't want you to become evil like the Creator who takes whatever or whoever he wants without thinking about the well-being of the other party.]

[You are still a confused child, so I will ignore this ungentlemanly behaviour this one time. Although I am quite terrified how you will devolve once the [Lustful] trait actually starts acting after your thirteenth birthday.]

Ignoring the foreboding remark, he concentrated on the task at hand.

"Mum, wake up." he said gently, nudging her shoulders roughly when she kept mumbling and snuggling further into the pillow.

His efforts at last yielded results.

Lily slowly blinked her eyes open and sat up, rubbing her heavy lidded eyes. She was still drowsy, unconsciously giving her son a good long show when she didn't try to cover up her nudity.

Harry gulped nervously, glancing down at her big gravity defying large mounds. He hadn't properly seen a fully naked matured chest since ever and was so caught off guard by the beauty of it that his discreet glance turned into a blatant staring. 

His eyes drank in and memorised her every curve and valley. 

He was particularly infatuated by the large round puffed up dark-pink circles in the centre of the peaks which also possessed two hard nipples.

After Lily rubbed the sleep off her eyes, which took almost a half minute, did she realise how Harry was looking at her. Or more precisely, how he was ogling at her tits.

She picked up the errant pillow and hid her boobs behind it. "Eyes up here, love."

She smiled amusedly with a hint of embarrassment, understanding that he was at a certain age where it would be almost impossible for him to repress his curiosities. Still, it didn't stop her from feeling flustered and tongue-tied.

Harry's face turned tomato red upon being caught and he averted his eyes immediately. "I am sorry!"

She giggled awkwardly, putting on the yellow t-shirt which she had placed on the bedside table. "It's fine. Anyone in your place would have stared. Don't worry about it, sweetie, I am not angry."

"Okay." He whispered, shuffling from one foot to the other, not meeting her eyes, feeling so out of the place there, and so damn guilty.

Knowing that the awkwardness would only dissipate after ignoring the elephant in the room, she asked the important question to distract him. "Why are you here at this time?"

At once, his stance changed and he looked up at her with a tiny bit of anger and disbelief. "You told Dumbledore about Voldemort's challenge."