Champion of the Veil
WxlfGhoul
Summary:
Harry awakes in a new world. No tangible memory of how he got there, but the magic is different here. Lily is alive and he ISN'T the Boy-Who-Lived. This new world has a magical law that allows Harry to form intimate bonds with beautiful witches, unlocking new magical powers and introducing Harry to a brand new type of power. Is this the power that the Dark Lord knows not?
Notes:
It's September 1st! (almost) and so in honour of the day, I will finally start uploading this story that I've been working on for the better part of six months. The first fourteen chapters have been written (total about 136K words). The story is all mapped out, currently working on the second arc now. The chapters are big, and there will always be something sexual happening alongside the main story!
Chapter 1: Chapter One
Chapter Text
CHAPTER ONE:
THE PAIN QUICKLY faded and, as though his consciousness was floating in a cold space of nothingness, Harry felt disconnected from his body. Like the feeling you get when your foot falls asleep. That emptiness was quickly replaced by his magic forcing its way down into something long and narrow, like a whip or a sword.
His magic started off cool, but with each beat of his heart, it seemed to get hotter and hotter till it thrummed in his chest.
With a start, Harry woke, his heart racing as he found himself in an unfamiliar room. The sunlight streamed in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the rustic wooden furniture and plush bedding. He blinked, trying to clear the fog from his mind. Though he had no recollection of how he'd arrived here, one thing was certain - this was not the world he remembered. The air itself felt different.
'Where the bloody hell am I?' he muttered, running a hand through his unruly jet-black hair. His vibrant green eyes scanned the room, searching for any clues regarding his new reality. As he swung his legs out of bed, he noticed that his body felt different - stronger, more toned. He couldn't help but admire the changes as he stood up, stretching his well-built frame.
'Well this is… new,' he whispered to himself.
As he scanned the room, a book on the bedside table caught his eye. Its title read: 'The Magic of Maturity: A Guide for Young Wizards and Witches.'
Curiosity piqued, Harry picked it up and began to read. The tome explained that magic in this world played a vital role in adolescence, helping teenagers mature at an accelerated pace. This rapid development granted them exceptional physical and mental capabilities by the time they reached 18. But once they hit that milestone, their aging process slowed considerably, allowing them to maintain their peak condition for decades.
'Blimey,' Harry muttered, understanding now why he felt so different. 'This is…an incredibly weird power for a dream.'
'Good morning, love!' said a familiar voice from the doorway. He turned to see Lily Potter standing there with a captivating smile that radiated from her enchanting face. Her beautiful curves were hugged by her red hair which flowed like a never ending river down her back and around her waist. As she stepped closer, his own eyes mirrored hers, shining brilliantly with passionate love and tenderness.
'Happy birthday!' she shouted joyfully, running to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. His skin tingled as her supple body pressed into his chiseled muscles, sending a wave of warmth through him. She kissed his cheek before he lifted her off the ground with one arm in an effortless display of strength. Harry's face blushed as she held him tightly against her chest.
'Thanks, Mum,' he replied, loving calling her mum, he quickly releasing her and stepped back. 'I… I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm glad you're here.'
She eyed him strangely, a smile still gracing her lips.
'I don't have to work on your birthday, silly!' she booped his nose and started walking out of the room. Harry's eyes watching the curve of her ass as she reached his door. 'There's presents waiting downstairs. Get dressed, the others are waiting.'
'Presents? Others?' each word sounded foreign to Harry, but he couldn't help a grin stretch across his face as he pulled off his pajama shirt and pulled on a baggy black shirt. Whilst he was pulling off his shirt, he hadn't noticed Lily waiting by the door, eyeing his chiseled frame.
The pair left the bedroom together, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that this dream was too good to be true. That Ron's snoring would somehow bring him out of it. He would punch Ron if that happened. But for some reason he could feel his magic acting up, almost as though it was racing through his veins, all surging outwards from a ball of fire in his chest.
As Harry followed his mother downstairs, he couldn't help but study her beauty. Lily Potter was undeniably attractive, her flowing red hair framing a face filled with delicate features. Her green eyes were full of warmth, and Harry found himself lost in them for a moment. Her jeans and black vest carefully accentuating her womanly hourglass figure. Her full lips curved into a playful smile as she caught him staring.
'Like what you see?' she teased, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. Harry's heart raced as he realized he had been inadvertently flirting with his own mother.
'Oh, yeah— I mean, no! Sorry, Mum,' he stammered, feeling the heat rise to his face. She giggled softly, clearly more amused than offended by his reaction.
'Relax, love. It's natural to appreciate my new jeans,' she said gently, her laughter like music to his ears, she mock-posed in her jeans. 'Besides, Tonks is waiting for you downstairs. I think she's eager to talk to you after your date last week.'
'Tonks? Really? D-date?' Harry asked, intrigued by this new aspect of his relationship with the metamorphmagus.
'Quite,' Lily replied with a knowing smile.
As they entered the living room, Harry spotted Andromeda sitting on the sofa, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. Next to her sat Tonks, who looked absolutely stunning. Her bubblegum-pink hair framed a mischievous grin, and her bright blue eyes sparkled as they met Harry's gaze. She was clad in tight-fitting jeans that accentuated her firm backside, and a low-cut top that left little to the imagination.
'Happy birthday, Harry!' Tonks exclaimed, rushing over to envelop him in a tight hug. The scent of her perfume wafted over him as her breasts pressed against his chest, further fueling his arousal. He could feel the heat of her body as they embraced, and a desire to explore her in more intimate ways threatened to consume him.
'Thanks,' Harry managed to choke out, his voice thick with lust. Tonks pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto his, and he could tell she was experiencing the same carnal yearning. He had to admit that he had a crush on the shapeshifter when he was in his fifth year, had many wet dreams about her, but none where she was so forward.
'Let's go upstairs,' she whispered sultrily, her breath hot on his ear. Unable to resist, Harry followed her eagerly to his bedroom. Andromeda shook her head as Tonks dragged Harry up the stairs. Lily looked almost heart broken as the pair disapeared back up the stairs.
Once they were safely behind closed doors, Tonks pushed him against the wall, her lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together hungrily, their hands roaming each other's bodies with unrestrained urgency. Slowly, she sank to her knees before him, deftly unzipping his trousers to reveal his throbbing erection. With a wicked grin, Tonks wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him deep into her warm mouth.
'Merlin, Tonks...' Harry gasped, overcome by the incredible sensation. She continued to work her magic, her skilled tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft. He groaned as she slowly swirled her tongue around his head, her hands quickly finding his balls.
'Fuck,' Harry grunted as she wrapped one hand around his shaft and began pumping his cock. When she noticed him looking down at her, she smiled as she opened her mouth, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she continued to pum phis cock, her breast swelling underneath her vest.
'Cum for me Potter.'
Harry growled, his eyes half-lidded as he felt himself teeter on the edge. His pelvic thrusts increased as Tonks continued to suck him, her tongue sliding up and down the length of his shaft and her hands kneading his balls. With one final thrust, Harry let out a guttural roar as he erupted, his cum spilling down Tonks' throat. She licked her mouth clean, a satisfied smirk on her face as Harry's legs threatened to buckle beneath him.
Tonks stood, her hand firmly gripping his still-throbbing member as she pulled him onto the bed. Harry's eyes widened as his gaze traveled seductively down her body.
She kissed back up his body, nibbling on his ear.
'Happy birthday Harry.'
The two kissed, that feeling of something hot in his chest rising, pressing against his skin and pushing outwards. A blush appeared on Tonks' face.
She warily eyed the bed, 'it is his birthday...' he heard her mutter.
'Sorry?' Harry asked, pulling up his jeans.
'Harry,' she panted, rising back to her feet. 'Has your mum ever told you about the ancient magical laws—more specifically, the Merlin's Law?'
He shook his head. Even if Lily had told him, he definitely didn't know it now.
Still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, he listened intently as she explained the magical rule that only pureblood families new, the law allowed powerful wizards to bind witches to them, absorbing their unique abilities. The witches would give a channel to their magic to the wizard, allowing them to pull on their magic in need. The witch, in return, would have their magical pool size doubled, making them stronger. In order to bind a witch, a wizard needed to be powerful enough. The wizard would then have sex with a witch, and he must cum inside of her. He must be thinking of binding the witch to him. She reveals that the pair had spoken about it before, about how Harry should try binding Tonks to see if he's powerful enough, but said that Harry must have thought her joking if he couldn't remember.
Her eyes danced with excitement as she spoke, and Harry could sense her genuine desire to be bound to him.
He cleared his throat and held Tonks' hand, 'we'll try it one day.'
She nodded with half lidded eyes. She wanted him.
As Harry buttoned his jeans back up, the image of Voldemort slithered into his thoughts like a snake through tall grass. What if he could gather an army of powerful witches bound to him, their combined power channeled through him to finally vanquish the dark wizard? The possibilities were tantalizing, and the thought of being surrounded by beautiful witches certainly fed his teenage desires.
'Harry, we should head back downstairs before someone thinks we've ruined me for marriage,' Tonks whispered jokingly, her eyes shining with excitement as she adjusted her clothes.
'Right,' Harry agreed, his mind still racing with thoughts of facing Voldemort and the potential harem at his side. Mentally he made a note to research both Merlin and Maiden's Law… if there were books on such an idea in a dream world.
Hand in hand, they descended the stairs and reentered the living room where conversation flowed around them. Lily and Andromeda seemed deep in discussion about something. The pair looked very different than how they were in the real world, outside of this dream-like place.
'Ah, there you are,' Andromeda said with a knowing smile as Harry and Tonks rejoined the group. 'Lily was just telling me about your impressive accomplishments at Hogwarts this year, Harry.'
'Really?' Harry asked, curious to hear more about how he fit into this world.
'Indeed,' Andromeda continued, her eyes twinkling. 'Not only have you excelled academically this year, but your athletic prowess is well-known – you're quite the Quidditch star it seems. And, of course, your loyalty to Neville. Must be lonely having his reputation.'
Listening to Andromeda's words, Harry felt a strange mix of pride and curiosity. He could feel a blush hit his cheeks. As he glanced around the room, he noticed that Lily watched him with admiration. She was proud of him. And it caused him to swell with pride. Lily was dead, so it was nice, even in a dream, to see her proud of him.. Even if she did look different.
'Thank you,' Harry murmured, his cheeks flushing under Andromeda's praise. 'I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything, but I try my best.'
'Trust me, Harry,' Lily chimed in, her eyes crinkling with pride. 'You're truly special.' She then looked at the clock. 'Seems we don't have much time before we need to leave.'
Andromeda and Tonks also looked at the clock, all sighed and stood up.
'We may need to pack a few more things. We'll meet you at his tent?'
Lily smiled and hugged her friend.
'We'll meet you both there.'
After the pair disappeared, Lily gave Harry a hug, 'best go pack Harry, you're not going to be prepared for the quidditch world cup on your own.'
Harry nodded and ran upstairs.
Qudditch World Cup? He thought. At least I have an idea of when this dream is happening.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry and Lily plopped down into the field where the Quidditch World Cup was being held, they were directed to their plot by Mr Roberts. As they approached their tent, Harry saw a figure with long shaggy black hair step out from an almost gauche tent.
Seeing the man had caused his stomach to flip, his head to heart and a tear to slip free from his eye.
It was Sirius.
It was as though locking eyes with him made him remember that the last thing Harry saw before he fell asleep, was a jet of red magic hitting Sirius in the chest and sending him flying into the Veil. Lily saw Harry stumble slightly, a look of panic spread across her face as she wrapped an arm around Harry. Harry felt another arm, a stronger arm, wrap around his other side and help him into the tent.
Once inside of the tent, Harry sat at a the table in the entrance room. Lily fussed over him whilst Sirius stood behind her, his brow furrowed.
'Do we need to head home?' Lily asked as her wand slipped into her hand and she waved it over his body, a blue mist puffed from her wands tip. She worried her bottom lip, 'the diagnostic spell says that nothing should be wrong with you... are you okay Harry?'
He meekly nodded his head.
'I'm fine, probably just the excitement,' he replied, 'promise.'
She looked to Sirius, 'do you mind keeping an eye on him? I'm going to go ask Andy if she can have a look.'
'Of course Lils,'
Once Lily left they waited in silence.
Eventually Sirius decided to break that silence.
'You placing any bets on who'll win?'
'You're supposed to be dead.' Harry said. 'Dream or not, this is cruel. Even for my own mind.'
Sirius' face paled.
'What?'
'You died, Sirius.' Harry repeated. 'In front of my eyes. Literally hours ago.'
Sirius eyebrows knitted together tightly.
'Did you get enough sleep last night, Harry?'
Harry shook his head and stood up, his blood was beginning to boil. He could feel his magic heating up, rising to the surface.
'You died.' Harry insisted. 'Now be gone from this dream. I can't bare to see you alive. Smiling. As if nothing happened.'
Sirius stepped towards Harry and knelt down so that they were eye level. Harry looked deep into the lord of house Black's as he in turn stared into his. As quick as a flash, Sirius' wand tip was pressed against Harry's throat.
'Who the fuck are you?' he asked.
'I-I'm Harry,' he replied. His wand was in his coat pocket. He couldn't get it out without Sirius noticing it and blasting Harry.
'I won't ask again.'
Harry raised his hands in surrender.
'I'm telling you the truth! I am Harry Potter. Who the fuck are you? Sirius Black is dead. He fell through the veil'
Sirius' eyes widened. Tears welling up.
'How do you know that?'
'I saw it happen,' Harry began to cry too. 'I watched him die. I once saved your life against hundreds of dementors after you and Remus got into a fight!'
Sirius pulled him in for a hug. Harry could barely make out his words inbetween their intermingling sobs.
'I don't know... how... but... Merlins beard... I am so happy to see you Harry...' he sobbed. After a minute or two of the pair crying, Sirius pulled back, wiped his eyes and took Harry's appearance in.
'Y-you look different. A good different. But different.' he said looking Harry up and down.
'You look terrific,' Harry said.
Sirius flashed that crooked smile.
'I feel terrific Harry,' he then turned serious again. 'How are you here Harry?'
'What do you mean, here,' Harry said. 'You're inside of my head. This is my dream.'
Sirius paled once more, smile slipping from his face.
'Harry, do you think this is all a dream?'
Harry thought for a second, then shrugged.
'I don't know. I thought this was a dream when I woke up and saw Lily. But seeing you? I know I've had my share of nightmares but I don't think even my mind is sadist enough to bring you into them.'
Sirius chuckled.
'I hope that's true, because this is making my day.' he then cleared his throat. 'Okay, so, you don't know anything about this place?'
Harry shook his head.
Sirius nodded, 'right, okay, so, first things first, this is a whole new world. Similar to our own, but I better update you with some things. Big one, in this world, you are not the Boy-Who-Lived.' He let Harry take that in.
'What?'
Sirius nodded.
'On the night when Voldemort came to your parents and killed them both, in this world, Voldemort went to the Longbottom's. Making Neville the Boy-Who-Lived. Alice and Frank died. In this world, Bellatrix came to your house after Peter betrayed their location. She tortured your father into a coma as your mother was trapped and had to watch. No one is sure what happened, but somehow your mother broke out of her bindings and managed to restrain Bellatrix long enough for the authorities to arrive.' he took a deep breath. 'Your father has been a permanent resident of St Mungos since.'
Harry took that all in. That would explain how Lily was alive.
'Right,' Harry said, looking pleadingly to Sirius to continue.
'In this place I am Lord Black, and I brought my cousin Andromeda back into the family, which has meant that you have grown up with her lovely daughter Nymphadora. In fact you two are very close.'
Harry eyed him suspiciously.
'I'm… uh.. quickly seeing how close.'
Sirius chuckled at that, 'I have no doubt! Things are slightly different in this world. The timeline doesn't completely add up to how things were back in our world. When you were in your first year, Tonks was in her sixth year. At one point, there were talks about you and Tonks entering into a marriage contract, but Lily was worried that Tonks would break you.'
'She probably would have,' Harry joked.
'You say that, but Tonks was your first kiss.'
Harry sputtered at that. Then thought back to early that morning.
'That... makes sense.'
Sirius chuckled again, 'yup.' He then thought for a second. 'You are just about to go into your fourth year of Hogwarts, but, like I said, the time line is a bit different, but so is this world's magic. You've just turned fifteen, so your magic is going to start aging you up.'
'What?' Harry asked.
'In this world, there are a few laws written into our very magic. One is called the Faerie Law. When a witch or wizard hits a certain age, their magic stretches outwards, feeding from the magic its absorbed across your life and it matures the body to match its max output. After it's completely changed to be able to carry your magic energy, your body's clock is slowed down. The more power in the core, the slower your aging becomes.' Sirius said. 'Which is why your mother still looks like she's still in her early twenties.'
Harry looked at Sirius, properly taking him in. He looked young, as though he was in his mid twenties. There was not a wrinkle on his face, his body was thick with muscle and his eyes which were grey the last time Harry had looked into them were now almost violet. The traditional Black family eyes.
Harry gulped.
'I don't look fifteen.' he commented. 'When I saw myself this morning, I look about eighteen. And... I'm much more muscled than I remember being.'
Sirius nodded.
'No you don't,' he then looked pensive for a moment. 'Perhaps slightly more than you were in this world, but the change isn't so dramatic that people will notice. Most people will just assume that its just the Faerie Law working and won't question it.'
The two were just silent. After a moment Harry pulled him in for a hug again.
'I can't believe I'm hugging you right now.'
Sirius squeezed him.
'Neither can I.' Something dawned on him. Sirius pulled back slightly and placed his hand on Harry's chest. 'Ah, yup. Thought so.'
'What?'
'We'll talk more about it later, in private, but I've got a feeling your going to be experiencing some magical flares for the foreseeable future. When your magic is feeling hot. Got somewhere private, don't talk to anyone, until it cools down.'
Lily stepped back into the tent with the beautifully buxom Andromeda Tonks. When they spotted the hugging pair they froze. Not wanting to interupt what looked to be a tender moment.
Luckily for them, the slender figure of Nymphadora Tonks stepped into the tent, took one look at the pair, and snorted.
'Well the game hasn't started yet so you can't be crying because you've lost all your money to me.' she jested. Harry looked up at Tonks.
She had a thin, sharp face, deep violet eyes, long flowing black hair that curved around her large chest. She was wearing a black vest top and black jeans with boots. No doubt she'd be forced to change into robes before they headed off to the stadium.
The two parted, Sirius wiped his eyes and stood up.
Lily's eyes darted between the two.
'I-Is everything okay?' She asked.
Sirius nodded, and a mask appeared on his face in the shape of his signature smirk.
'Seems your boy is finally embracing the Faerie Law.'
His eyes flicked to Harry, to whom he winked, which caused Harry to go pale and shiver slightly. Everyone in the room took Harry in and collectively gasped. They all surged forward and started congratulating Harry. Lily was the first to wrap her arms around Harry, pulling his strong form against her form, her plush chest cushioning the hug. Which caused him to get a little excited again, of which he told himself that its just the adrenaline of the situation.
'I did think you looked different this morning!'
After they all hugged Harry, Sirius clapped his hands. Everyone turned to face him.
'Are we all ready to watch some quidditch?'
The group made their way to the stadium. Harry felt a little out of place in his dark blue robes, especially compared to everyone else's bright coloured ones. He felt like he stood out like a sore thumb.
When they arrived at the stadium, Harry spotted Draco Malfoy walking towards the VIP Box as well, his father wearing silk black robes, his silver blonde hair tied into a bun, and his wife Narcissa standing behind the pair. Her body masked by a rather conservative black dress.
When they finally climbed the stairs to the VIP box, Draco was already seated and he shot Harry a dirty look as soon as their eyes met. Harry couldn't help himself but roll his eyes and scowl back at him. As they shuffled past the Malfoy's and other upperclass witches and wizards. Harry felt guilty at enjoying Lily's bum pushed against him as they found their seats.
Sirius took them all to the best seats in the house, right on the front row with a perfect view of the pitch. They could see every twist and turn of each player as they flew around on their brooms.
As they sat down Lily smiled at Harry, her cheeks flushed red with excitement. 'It never gets old watching quidditch. I'm pants, but I'm just in awe of their skill,' then it looked like she had a thought and her face lit up brighter. 'I can't wait to come see your games when your older and go pro!' she said giddily, placing a hand on his thigh as she turned to watch the players set up. His face warmed up with embarrassment but he smiled back nonetheless. He knew that she was impressed by him even though he wasn't good enough for professional teams just yet, even by his own worlds standards.
Harry looked around at everyone and couldn't help but admire Lily's beautiful red hair and massive chest which seemed to defy gravity no matter what she wore or did. He blushed slightly as he realized that he had been caught staring too long, so he quickly turned away looking for something else to focus on instead.
That's when he felt another hand caress his other thigh thigh, sending shards of electricity through his veins. He glanced to his right and saw Lily, her chest rising and falling with each breath; there was something inviting about her that made his cock stir with desire. He then turned to the other side, and caught Tonks stealing a knowing glance at him, the slightest smirk teasing the corner of her mouth. Before he could utter a word, she curled her fingers around his thigh and moved her hand upward until it reached the bulge in his jeans. Her palm lingered there as if she were claiming him as her own.
Harry's heart raced as Tonks leaned in close to him. Her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, 'is it me or is your little monster bigger than last time?' her voice was like velvet, she then giggled ever so quietly as she palmed his bulge. 'I bet you've missed this.'
Her hand continued to stroke him through his jeans, and he found himself unable to resist her touch. He leaned into her, seeking the heat of her body as he subtly pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues exploring one another as Tonks's hand continued to work its magic on him. He could feel a heat rising in his stomach that surged outwards, causing his length to stiffen more under the dark haired beauty's ministrations.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud cheer from the crowd, which masked Harry's moan. The pair pulled away from each other, both of them breathing heavily. Harry was feeling both thrilled and guilty at the same time, he didn't really know the Tonks of this world, and had barely been in it for a day. Yet here he was, almost getting his second encounter with her. Despite everything Sirius told him earlier, he was still half-convinced that this was all some elaborate dream he was having. He probably hurt his head badly in a quidditch match and was currently in the infirmary.
Lily, who had been sitting on his other side, looked at him with concern. 'Are you alright, Harry?' she asked, placing a hand on his arm, a jolt running up his arm. It was as though their magic had just intertwined.
Lily gasped, her cheeks turning red.
Harry almost flinched.
Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Lily hesitatingly nodded, 'as long as your sure.'
The crowd rose again to cheer at something the players had done. Harry had been here, done that.
A few moments had passed and his bulge was still yet to recede. And his magic was burning in his chest. Remembering Sirius' advice, he excused himself, stood up and walked past his row to head towards the toilet. As he walked past the Malfoy's he felt something hard hit his ankle causing him to stumble. He peered up to see Draco smirking at him.
Prick! Harry mentally cursed, his anger surging.
'Are you okay?' came a provocative voice.
Harry turned his gaze to the person sitting next to Draco. The beautiful Narcissa Malfoy. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets past her shoulder and blanketed the top half of her black dress that stretched over her impressive bust and found its neckline against her neck. Her violet eyes invited Harry to stay and make conversation. He almost felt compelled to stay and talk to Narcissa, to perhaps ask her if she would like a drink. But Harry's boner won that mental battle. Being at eye level with her bust due to the fall had caused his 'little monster' to stir, so he apologised and quickly moved along.
'Yes, yes, just look where you're going next time Potter,' Malfoy spat as he moved his head to get a better look at the game. He quickly gave this up and stood up so that he could stand next to the Minister as they watched the game together.
Harry found the toilet to the VIP box empty so slid inside and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down and took his length into his hand. He was rock hard. He didn't understand. He'd never had issues like this before. Truth be told. He'd very rarely gotten aroused before. He wasn't sure what happened to him, but he kept finding his gaze searching and resting on the nearest pair of boobs, or plump bum, the most mesmerising eyes--of which was his mothers. Which caused him to feel even more aroused due to the taboo nature, and guilty. She wasn't his mother. Not really. She didn't really look like his mother from the photos he'd seen. But she was a Harry Potter's mother, and so he felt like he was betraying the name. And Tonks.
Fuck! Tonks. Harry wasn't really sure on the relationship the pair had, but it seems that they were a lot closer than Sirius had mentioned.
Harry felt his mind flashing through images of Lily that morning in her tight tank top, of watching her ass as she walked down the stairs, or her smile and of her bright green eyes, then of Andromeda and her impressive rack. Then his mind went to Tonks, her bouncing breasts in her black vest top, the way she massaged his penis moments ago. And his mind even showed him an image of Narcissa, her giant breasts (much bigger than Tonks and Andromeda. Possibly the same size as Lily's).
He desperately pumped his aching member until a gasp of fear escaped his lips as the door to the toilet flew open. In a panic, Harry turned to see Narcissa Malfoy framed in the doorway like an angel of temptation, her curves accentuated by her tight clothing, her face crimson and her chest heaving as she gasped for air.
'Mrs Mal--' she silenced him with a finger on his lips locking the door with a single flick of her wrist, she mouthed something and a pulse of magic wrapped itself around the doorframe. Wandless silencing charm a voice in the back of his head said.
'You should really be more careful, before disrobing Mr Potter,' she purred, never letting her gaze wander from his erect manhood that he continued to stroke.
She pushed him back onto the toilet seat and knelt before him, and brought her face level with his throbbing member. Narcissa inhaled deeply, relishing his salty scent as her body trembled desire. With a hand on each of Harry's thighs she parted them before taking his head into her mouth without any hesitation. Harry moaned loudly, the pleasure that Narcissa was giving him was indescribable. He grabbed onto her blonde hair and pulled her closer to him. Narcissa didn't seem to mind at all, in fact, she seemed to encourage it. She expertly slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time. Harry could feel the pressure building up inside him, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
As if sensing his impending release, Narcissa pulled away and stood up, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She was an efficient woman, and she quickly unzipped the zipper at the side of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Harry's hungry eyes took in her naked body, floating like a puffy cloud on an endless sea. Her breasts were even bigger than he had imagined, and her dark nipples were already hard and begging to be sucked. Harry didn't need any more encouragement. He rose from the toilet seat and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it until she gasped
'Oh yes!' she moaned. 'How I've longed to be touched!' she cried as she shuddered slightly under Harry's tongue.
It was obvious that Narcissa liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure, and Harry used his teeth to grasp her nipple and tugged at it slightly with each of his sucks.
His hand wandered down her stomach to her wet pussy, his fingertips gliding through her soft blonde pubic hair until they came across her clit. As he pressed down on it, Narcissa shuddered and moaned loudly in pleasure. He had never experienced anything like this before. He didn't care that she was his mother's age, she was incredibly sexy, more so because she wanted him to do this.
He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled away from her breasts and turned her around, positioning her ass towards him.
He couldn't help but admire the beautiful shape of the woman. Her peach ass swayed from side to side, enticing him to play with her.
He swallowed his guilt and resolve--this world may not be real, and how often do you find yourself in this kind of situation? he asked himself.
He raised his hand and brought it down quickly, his palm bouncing off of her right butt cheek, a light blush pink handprint quickly appearing. Narcissa moaned.
Harry hit her again and again, until he heard a splash on the floor and saw Narcissa's body shake against the toilet seat as she came.
Harry didn't know what to do. He'd never been in this situation before.
He stepped closer to Narcissa, his cock brushing against her very damp slit, the only thing keeping them apart was her underwear.
Through her ragged breath, Harry could hear her whisper something.
'What?' Harry asked.
'Fuck me, Potter!' she begged, swaying her ass against him.
Knowing the basics from magazines and hearing the boys in his dorm, he embraced his Gryffindor courage and pulled her sodden thong to the side and grabbed her hips, lining his member up with her wet pussy, and drove himself deep inside, his balls slapping against her thighs drove himself into her, feeling the pressure ease off of his cock as he was enveloped in wet, warm pussy.
She pushed back against him, her ass slapping against his pelvis. Harry reached around and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples. He felt her shudder and tighten her pussy around his cock, squeezing him and not wanting to let him go.
He smacked her ass and felt her body shudder, her walls tighten around him. Taking the hint Harry grabbed her hair and pulled it back as he buried himself inside her.
'Harder!' she demanded as she bucked her hips against him, her voice filled with lust and need.
Harry didn't need telling twice. He increased the speed at which he was fucking her, hammering into her, his balls slapping against her wet pussy. He took one hand from her hair and placed it on her back, connecting it with her damp skin as he pulled her back against him as he pounded away inside her.
'Oh Potter!' she moaned loudly.
He growled as he felt his orgasm beginning to build. He held onto her hips as he thrust into her fervently, grunting as he slammed into her. Narcissa was moaning so loudly that Harry was sure that if she hadn't put up a silencing charm that the whole stadium could hear her. He thrust into her deeper and quicker, but she felt so good he didn't want to stop. Her pussy was like a velvet vice, swallowing his cock over and over.
He could feel his balls tightening, his palmed bounced of her ass again as he tweaked her nipple. The room smelt of sex, which only acted in encouraging Harry to thrust harder and faster into the sexy witch.
'You like being fucked in a toilet, you whore?' Harry felt guilty saying them, but they left a sting on his tongue. A kinky kind of sting that he liked the feeling of. Her body trembled again, the sound of liquids spilling onto the floor told him that, she liked it too.
He could feel her walls squeezing around his shaft as he thrust inside her and her body shook as another orgasm crashed through her. Harry pulled her hair back, causing her back to arc as she squeezed around Harry's member and screamed at the top of her lungs. This caused Harry let go of his climax, the floodgate was open, with a final thrust Harry pushed as deep as he could go and spilled his seed deep into the matriarch of the Malfoy family.
Narcissa began shuddering again. Harry could see her eyes roll back into her head as she gripped one of her voluptuous breasts.
'You like being used like a slut, do you?' As the words left his lips, Harry felt a rush of pleasure at the bitter taste of them. A guilty pleasure that he couldn't deny. Her body trembled again, not from fear but from arousal, as a pool of her own juices spread beneath her feet.
Narcissa shuddered, the sound of her arousal dripping onto the ground causing Harry to grow increasingly aroused. He could feel her walls quiver around him as he thrust into her deeper and deeper, their combined moans growing louder in the small room. Harry pulled her hair back even more firmly and she arched her back as she squeezed tightly around him. His climax crept up upon him and with a final powerful thrust he pushed as deep as he could go, spilling his seed deep into the depths of Narcissa's womanhood.
Narcissa shuddered once more, her eyes rolling back into her head as she grabbed her voluptuous breast and screamed out in pleasure. Harry could feel his orgasm build to its full intensity before the floodgates of pleasure opened and released his seed into Narcissa's depths. His magic core flared with heat that he felt travel through his cock and into her waiting womb. A pulse of golden energy burst from his chest but quickly fizzled out with each gasping breath they took. He collapsed on top of her, both of them basking in the afterglow of their intense coupling.
They both stayed their, gasping deeply, a mixture of Harry's and Narcissa cum spilling from her gaping hole onto the floor below, adding to the puddle of juices on the floor.
Harry eventually caught his breath and started to slid his girth from her sweltering depths, but her hand snapped upwards, grasping his wrist.
'D-don't. Leave.' she said. 'n-not. yet.'
It seemed that their coupling had taken most of her energy, even her voice sounded hoarse from all of her screaming.
Harry did the one thing he thought made sense, and he started grinding again.
Narcissa giggled at this, just like a school girl she turned her head so that she was looking over her shoulder at Harry.
'That was perfect, Potter,' she started. 'But I don't think even that monster cock of yours can go again. No matter what rituals you've done to yourself.'
Harry pulled himself from her warmth at that comment as she began turning around.
'No rituals needed. I'm all natural.' He said with as much charisma as he could muster.
Harry took her in. She looked around twenty five, breasts far bigger than her figure would suggest. She had a perfect hourglass figure, a flat stomach and a beautiful face. In her traditional pureblood clothes, you would never suspect the kind of body that hid underneath her clothes. What a beauty she was.
'What are you staring at?' Narcissa asked, a blush spreading across her cheeks and an arm now covering her chest as if she'd suddenly gotten self conscious.
Harry chuckled.
'Your marriage to Malfoy is wasted on you. You're beautiful, Narcissa. Truly, beautiful,' he said. 'how you put up with Malfoy is--' he stopped himself. 'Ah. I guess I'm the most recent in your line of conquests to keep you entertained?'
Narcissa's eyes widened, and she looked cross. She stood up, hands on her hips. Her previous body-shyness completely gone as she displayed all of her goods to him. From her dark pink nipples down to her neatly trimmed bush of dark hair.
'I'll have you know that I'm not that kind of woman!' she exclaimed. 'You are the only person that I have ever, ever been with other than Lucius!'
That baffled him.
'S-so why me?' he asked. 'If you've never cheated on your husband till now... why do it with me? I'm basically a child you know.'
He didn't mean to make it sound like a judgement on her, but she did eye him up and down and her blush quickly returned as she quickly bent down to fish for her dress.
'I-I don't know why,' she finally got out as she pulled her damp panties up her legs. 'I just... when you fell in front of me and our eyes met... something awoke in me. Like my magic was singing, burning, and only you could help me cool it down. I wanted to confront you to see what spell you might have non-verbally cast on me, but when I saw you... I don't know. It was as if something... primal had taken over. Then when you started to fuc--' she caught herself. 'Then when we were together, it just felt right.'
Harry smiled at her as he pulled his shirt back on as Narcissa zipped up her dress.
'I know what you mean. That did feel, it just felt right.'
At that comment Narcissa stiffened and faced Harry. Her eyes wide, and the ghost of a smile dancing on her lips. She then shook her head and threw Harry's jeans to him.
'Well, it doesn't matter how it felt. It can't happen again. I'm a married woman. A mother! And you are, as you say, a child. Same school year as my son. Even if the Faerie Law has aged you up... I... I was wrong to--'
Harry interrupted Narcissa by placing his hand on her cheek.
'Nothing that happened here was wrong. It was a surprise. A great surprise. But it wasn't wrong. You weren't wrong. I've enjoyed myself, just like I know you have,' Harry said, looking down at their puddle of cum on the floor. 'So let's go out and enjoy the rest of the quidditch game, secretly knowing that we just had a magical moment with someone else. That no one needs to know about.'
Narcissa leaned into his palm, moaned and smiled.
'I like the sound of that Mr Potter.'
'Call me Harry,' he said. 'least you could do after what's happened.'
Narcissa gazed deeply into his emerald eyes and nodded.
'Very well, Harry.'
She then bowed her head slightly, waved her hand at the door, a wave of distorted light vanished.
'I hope you enjoy the rest of the game.' she said. 'I know I have so far,' and with a sultry wink she left the toilet.
Harry finished getting dressed then headed out of the toilet. There was crowds of people, so it was easy to walk through back to his seat without raising any suspicion. There are multiple toilets and they are around the back of the top VIP box, so no one would suspect a thing.
To get back to his seat Harry had to shuffle past Narcissa and a grumbling Draco and a few other high profile witches and wizards before finding his seat between Tonks and Lily.
When he sat down Tonks looked at him curiously.
'Did I take it too far?' she mouthed.
Harry smiled at her and shook his head.
Not far enough. He thought to himself.
He didn't know if this world was a dream or even if it was real. But it was a world where he didn't have the pressure of being the Boy-Who-Lived, Sirius was alive, his mother (who was drop dead gorgeous here) was still alive, and he was able to have intimate relations with beautiful witches? Then it was a world he could see himself really enjoying living in.
The game soon ended the same way it had before, with Victor Krum catching the snitch. There were groans and cheers across the stadium. Harry peered over and saw Sirius trying to hide his smile as he received cards and coins from many people in the VIP box.
'That sly dog,' Harry muttered under his breath with a smile.
Lily turned to him, her face still beaming.
'What was that?' she asked.
Harry chuckled.
'Nothing, just how lucky Krum was for catching that snitch.'
He then felt Tonks head rest on his left shoulder as he faced his mother.
'luck? Krum doesn't need luck. That man is a god, and could fly circles around you Harry.'
He stuck her tongue out at him and he did the same back.
'Your bodies may age, but will you two ever mature?' Lily asked.
The pair looked at eachother then back to Lily with grins on their faces.
'Never!'
She gave a sad smile to them both.
'I hope so.'
They didn't stay at the stadium for too much longer. Harry had looked around to see Ron or Hermione, but couldn't see them anywhere. Which was weird, because he couldn't have imagine events changing so much that they wouldn't come.
They got outside and as a group they piled into Sirius' tent.
Inside it was huge. It had a chandelier, a second floor, ten actual bedrooms, a kitchen and two lounges. It was the epitome of pureblood status.
They all found themselves sitting round a table in the kitchen playing a game of muggle cards--Lily had taught the others games from her childhood. They played and spoke about the game and ministry gossip until they heard a scream coming from outside. Harry's heartbeat quickened.
How could I forget?! he cursed.
Tonight the death eaters attacked the field.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry's heart stopped as he heard the screams coming from outside. He knew exactly what was happening outside, and he wished more than anything it wasn't.
He looked up at his mother and saw her face was pale with worry, but Sirius only nodded in understanding while Tonks and Andromeda had looks of determined grimness.
'It's time to go' Sirius said coolly, standing up from the table they were playing cards around.
The group all got up in an orderly fashion and started to make their way out of the tent. Sirius' tent suddenly seemed too small for them all; like a spider's web that was about to be broken through.
Once outside, Harry felt even more uneasy then before. The darkness of night seemed so cold compared to the warmth of the tent, yet he felt like he belonged here; like this was where he belonged even if it meant facing danger. The group split up into pairs as they made their way towards the field, Tonks stayed with Lily and Andromeda whilst Sirius followed Harry as they both ran towards their doom.
The field seemed eerily empty when they got there. There were no people, just fires, screams and tall hooded figures approaching them.
Wands now in their hands their assumed duelling position. Sirius eyed Harry's stance. He looked more poised, more battle hardened and experienced compared to when he saw him before falling through the veil.
'Before we face what may be our death Harry, can an old man ask you a question?' he asked.
'Why not, might be the last thing I say so make it something good,' Harry joked.
Sirius smiled at that but made sure to keep his awareness.
'Did you follow me through the veil straight away?'
That questioned had startled Harry. He lowered his wand, just an inch.
'I don't know. I don't know how I got here Sirius. My memories before I woke up in my bed here are all foggy. But...' he said, concentrating on the mist in his mind. Then he saw an image of a potions book, of a young Tom Riddle, and of Slughorn. 'It was definitely after my sixth year.'
Sirius nodded.
'You must catch me up, when you can remember.'
A second later a flash of green zipped between the two. The figures were within firing range. The two opposing groups began swapping spells. Explosions filling the night air.
Bang.
Crash.
'Fuck!' the pair heard one of the death eaters yell as a slicing curse cut at his leg.
The night air echoed with the sounds of spells passing through it, both from those in the group and from their adversaries. Sparks of green and red filled the sky as curses flew back and forth, some hitting their mark while others missed or were blocked.
Harry gritted his teeth, exchanging curses with an adversary. He knew he was outclassed – he only had a few years of duelling experience against at least a dozen or so years they had – but still he kept going, determined not to back down even if it meant his death.
He felt a burning sensation in his arm and looked down to see a splintering spell had marginally caught him, causing a shallow cut along his forearm that was already starting to heal up thanks to the flaring of his magic surging through his veins.
He heard a loud yell from one of the Death Eaters and saw one had been hit by a slicing curse on his leg, causing him to stumble backwards in pain but otherwise he remained untouched. His gaze shifted back over to Sirius who was duelling another Death Eater just across from him, dodging left and right as spells whizzed past him.
Harry knew this could not keep going on; they needed to end this before someone got seriously hurt or worse killed. He raised his wand again, sweat causing his hair to stick to his face and yelled 'Arresto Momentum!' A wave of energy spread out from him, neutralising all the spells currently being cast in the area and leaving both sides exhausted yet alive.
It was as though for a moment, time ceased to exist. The two opposing groups just regarded one another. A second later, the other group dispersed, splitting up.
Without a word to the other, Harry and Sirius started firing stunners, paralysing a few, but there were a handful that managed to escape their range. Nodding to the other, they ran in opposite directions, chasing their new targets.
As Harry ran he could feel his chest burn from exhaustion. He was really pushing himself. His arm continued to bleed and he could feel him stretching his magic, forcing it to flow through his body quicker.
When he finally caught up to the pair of death eaters that he'd been chasing--of which he quickly saw a manky old boot just ahead of them, something raged within Harry. The aches and pains dulled themselves as the distnat sound of hissing whooshed past Harry's ear as he slashed the air with his wand non-verbally casting Sectum Sempra. The pair stiffened and each fell to the floor. Harry cast a body binding curse and a pretrificus totalus for insurance. He bent on his knees to catch his breath, once he was able to get the taste of copper in his mouth to die down, he trod over to the pair and snatched the hats off of their heads and yanked the masks free from their faces.
A cold chill shot through Harry's veins.
Paralysed, cuts all over their faces, angry and determined looks in their eyes, was the faces of Amos and Cedric Diggory.
Things really must be different here, Harry thought. He pointed his wand up into the sky and shot off a bolt of red mist. A flare.
Minutes later a group of aurors appeared, all gasping, their clothing in shreds. They thanked Harry (some giving him a suspicious look) as they took the Diggory's into custody. As they all walked back to the centre of the field, a jet of green eldritch power whizzed through the air into the dark clouds above. The clouds began swirling and reforming; soon a skull with a serpent coiling around it was in the sky.
'Captain, what is that?' asked one of the younger aurors.
'That's the dark mark,' replied the captain. A man that looked to be in his early forties. Harry assumed that his physical age was close to this real age. He didn't seem very powerful. 'It's a sign boys. These death eaters. All those stories we've been hearing. That.' his body started to shake with rage. 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, is back.'
The captain turned to Harry.
'Your that Potter boy, aren't you?' He asked.
Harry nodded.
'Who're you here with?'
It was then that they all heard someone clear their throat. They turned to the source to see Sirius black, wearing ripped up fancy black robes trailing a group of five death eaters behind him. A group of aurors levitating two more.
'He's with me, Chang.'
The man nodded to Sirius, 'Assistant.'
'There were a few that managed to get away, but I think we're lucky that we managed to snag these ones,' he then looked to the two that Harry managed to restrict, his eyes narrowing when he saw the faces of the Diggory's. He was surprised to see just how cut up and tightly bound they were, but also, the fact that it was them. They were the last faces he expected to see.
'It seems that tip we received was correct. Its just a shame that we were unable to get the right kind of security this side of the field. Madam Bones is on the other side, last check in stated that she had half a dozen death eaters that were harassing muggle-born families.' he looked sullen for a moment. 'Mr Roberts and his family have been killed.'
There was a moment of silence that washed over the group.
They then saw a burst of silver light appear in front of them, a crane appearing.
'We've managed to catch a trail of a few death eaters that escaped our men, heading North.'
Sirius pulled a rusted metal key from the pocket of his torn robes and passed it to the most senior looking auror.
'Take Smith and Brackbone with you.'
The men began moving, Harry's hand clenched around his wand. The heat that had surged through his body had cooled down, and he was really starting to feel the ache and pain of the duel. He took a step forward, but Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him his signature smile.
'You've done great, but let the officials deal with this.' he then pulled out a small phial from the same pocket at the key. 'this is a healing potion, drink it. Head back to Lily. I'm sure she's worried sick about you. And, maybe try and distract Andy. She can get quite stressed when she doesn't know what's going on. They'll be in the main stadium.'
It didn't take long for Harry to make it back to the stadium. There were plenty of people milling about the place, families wrapped in blankets, panicked children and parents. He pushed through the crowd to try and find Lily, Andromeda and Tonks. As he pushed, he felt something tugging at his magic. He looked around the room, trying to see who was pulling at him. He couldn't make out who it was, but he noticed a pair of dazzling blue eyes and long silver hair. But just as quickly as he laid eyes on the eyes, they disappeared as someone stepped in front of him. closing the gap, and the mystery person gone.
'Harry!'
He turned around and there he saw the long red hair that he was starting to associate with comfort.
He jumped as she pulled him into a tight hug.
'Harry! Are you ok? Where were you? We were so worried!'
'I'm fine, mum. It's ok.'
'I heard one of the aurors say they saw you fighting with a group of death eaters,' she gasped 'I thought you were gone, I thought I'd lost you.'
'I'm here, mum. It's ok. I'm fine.'
'Harry, why did you follow Sirius?' she asked.
Harry turned around to see Andromeda, and Tonks. All three were looking at him with a worried expression.
Harry turned back to his mum, laughing.
'I don't know, my body was moving before I could think. I didn't mean to worry any of you.'
His mother pulled him for a hug again. The four waited in the stadium to hear news of when they can leave--they spent their time comforting those around them, it didn't take long before they formed little groups, of which Harry was happy to sit on a conjured seat made of interweaving grass. One of the men there, he had dark hair and bright blue eyes and a beard of salt and pepper, pulled a guitar from over his back and together everyone sung songs; songs Harry didn't know, but was happy to sit and let his magic recharge. He caught Lily's worried eye every now and again. She she realised he was looking back at her, she'd avert her gaze somewhere else.
Her worry filled him with warmth. The only person that he could remember that made him feel like someone else genuinely cared for him, was Hermione, and even Ron (although he was not as good at displaying his affection).
It didn't take long for the aurors and ministry officials to return to the stadium, apologised for any inconveniences and that all of the 'troublemakers have been apprehended'.
Everyone was quickly portkeyed to their locations and and floo network costs would be covered by the ministry.
Harry and Lily stepped through the threshold of their house, the house seemed more quiet than it had ever felt before.
As Lily locked the door, she felt Harry's arms snake around her waist. Her heart leapt into her throat. She didn't understand what it was about him today, but anytime he was close to her today, it caused her magic to sing. Like, literally sing. She could feel her magic vibrate and heat up her body. Which caused certain parts of her to heat up too, making her feel things that she hadn't felt in years. Which of course made her blush.
Is it because of the Faerie Law? She kept asking herself. She had to admit that this morning he did look older, and more manly--but she didn't think that it was a credible excuse. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation, but she pushed that feeling down. She breathed in deep through her nose and relished the natural vanilla smell that Harry always smelt of. His arms wrapped around her, his delicious scent, his strong body pressed into her chest--her cheeks reddened and she had to disengage from the hug.
'Goodnight darling,' she said affectionately.
Harry beamed at her, 'sorry again, for worrying you.' She smiled in response. 'Goodnight, mum.'
With that the two walked up the stairs to their respective rooms.
Lily quickly undressed, chucking her clothes into her wash basket, leaving only her black lace knickers on. She stepped over to her wardrobe and pulled a black vest top from one of the shelves and tugged it over her head and struggled to get it down over her boobs. Once she was dressed, she slid under the covers of her bed. She tried to go to sleep, but her thoughts kept falling on Harry. Of how muscular he looked that morning, of how his magic called to her, of his beautiful messy black hair and crooked smile.
She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to see him, to feel his body against hers. She slipped out of bed and made her way to Harry's room. She hesitated before knocking but eventually decided to go in. The room was dimly lit by a single candle. Harry was sitting up, reading through a book that Lily recognised as being Harry's journal.
He was topless. And her cheeks reddened again. She was very grateful for the low lighting. She stepped further into the room and sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
'I-is everything okay, mum?' Harry asked.
Lily nodded her head, but then stopped herself.
'N-no,' she whispered. 'I'm so confused, and I was so worried. Today has been a rollercoaster of emotions.'
Harry sat up in the bed, the duvet falling away from his body, he placed his journal on the bedside table and wrapped an arm around her. His body felt like fire against her sleeveless top. Her heart started thrumming in her chest.
She felt a question threatening to break out, so she swallowed her fear and embraced her Gryffindor nature.
'C-can I sleep in here with you tonight?' she asked, 'or are you too old to sleep with mummy?'
She could have sworn she saw some movement under the duvet and Harry's face get darker, but she waved those thoughts away. There's no way, she thought.
'Of course, why else would I have such a big bed?'
The pair chuckled as Harry lifted a corner of the duvet. Lily stood up and stepped round the bed and crawled under the covers. At first the pair were just lying on their backs next to eachother. But the call coming from Harry was getting too loud. Eventually she turned over and rested her head hesitantly on his chest.
'Is this okay?' she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Harry nodded his head, a silent confirmation that ignited a fire deep within her.
'Of course, as long as you're comfortable. You've had a long day.'
She felt his strong arm wrap around her back and her heart raced. Her mind was alive with possibilities--with thoughts of what would happen if Harry swept the delicate straps of her vest top off her shoulders. Would I let him? she wondered, desire coursing through her veins. But then reality crashed through her thoughts and she was reminded that this was her son. She shouldn't be thinking these kinds of things.
Sleep came quickly to her and in the darkness of night she dreamt of Harry, his bare chest facing her, aiding her in the most intimate moments. The heat between them was palpable and soon she felt herself slipping into an abyss of pleasure. She felt tears stream down her cheeks; steam rising from between them as her knickers dampened from sheer bliss. Unknowingly, she had been grinding against him, eagerly seeking something more.
The next morning, Lily woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. It took her a few moments to remember where she was and what had happened the night before. Her worry returned when she remembered Harry racing off with Sirius but her worry was quickly replaced as she blushed as she recalled the vivid dream she'd had about Harry. She couldn't believe that she had let her mind wander there, even in her subconscious.
She quickly slid out of bed and stepped back into her bedroom. She felt as though her legs were cooler than they normally were in the mornings, that's when she noticed that her knickers were soaking wet. Mortified, she quickly changed into a fresh pair and threw the soiled ones into the laundry basket. She prayed that Harry hadn't noticed anything.
Once she was dressed she went downstairs and into the kitchen where she saw Harry biting into a slice of toast. He looked up and beamed at her.
'Morning mum.' he said.
'Morning darling.'
Lily's heart skipped a beat. Had he seen what had happened? She tried to stay calm as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
'Did you sleep well?' he asked, still grinning.
Lily nodded.
'I did. Thank you for letting me stay with you last night, I was too worried to sleep on my own.' she said as she plonked two slices of bread into the toaster.
'Well if you ever feel worried again, feel free to sleep in my bed. I know that sometimes having that other person, something warm in bed with you can help you get to sleep easier.' he said.
Lily's face lit up as her sons offer of kindness. She could feel her eyes fill with tears of joy, and she threw her arms around Harry, her chest pressing into her back.
'Thank you,' she whispered, barely able to contain the immense gratitude she felt. Lily never felt happier at another persons kindness.
'N-no problem,' Harry stuttered out.
Lily could feel his heartbeat against her. Her magic screamed in protest, her heart thundering in her chest. She could feel Harry's magic resonating with her own, their powers swelling in strength. Her body started heating up, and she could feel Harry's body temperature get hotter too.
'Alright, alright,' Harry chuckled. 'You're going to make me blush.'
Lily's grip loosened as she stepped away from her son. She blushed again, realising what she had done. She turned away from Harry and walked over to the toaster as it popped out of the machine.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry spent most of the day reading through a journal that he'd found in the bedside table. It was a detailed account of how the Harry of this world had spent his life before Harry appeared. It helped. But it also caused more questions than it did answers.
In this world, Harry was not friends with Hermione and Ron. At least, he knew who they were, they were just not close friends. Based on the notes, Hermione was an outcast that would stick to Harry in classes but between class and in free time she would be in the library, and Ron spoke to Harry but that was the extent of their interactions.
Harry's closest friend in this world was Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived, who was currently in Germany. His Grandma believed that as the Boy-Who-Lived, that Neville needed to network with the wider wizarding world, leaving Harry alone this summer.
He understood what kind of training he would have had--he joined the quidditch team in his first year like he had in his own world. He took all the same classes in first, second, and third year. He had a strict exercising routine and practiced his magic in the Duel Club, which Professor Lockhart had started in second year, and had been continued in third year by Snape thanks to Dumbledore's encouragement.
Harry had helped Neville in the first year of school thanks to the advice of Sirius, and in his second year, when Ginny Weasley had been taken, Neville and Harry had gone down to the Chamber of Secrets--of which Neville had opened using parseltongue, and they had dragged Lockhart with them. Events played out similarly, except that Harry was there to stand with Neville against the Tom's Shade. Meaning that in this world the Boy-Who-Lived didn't get help from Fawkes and the Sword of Gryffindor.
Third year was relatively relaxing. Nothing big really happened. Neville joined Harry on his morning and evening runs, and on his dieting, which made him more attractive and so Harry spent most of the year listening to Neville's many romantic encounters.
So here he was, there were a few other differences in this world, but those were the basics.
Harry essentially had a blank slate to work with, and he wasn't sure what to do. He had knowledge of the future, and had to be smart with how he used it. He still didn't know what he was doing in this world and why.
When he woke up in the morning, he had awoken with a mix of emotions. The biggest one was that this world was real. It wasn't a dream. Which caused the consequences of what he'd done on his first day come crashing down on him. The second was that he was sharing a bed with a very scantily dressed Lily Potter who was incredibly busty and curvaceous, and also looking as though she were only in her mid-twenties. His leg felt damp, and his magic was burning through his chest.
That was something he quickly learned. His magic and arousal levels seemed to be linked closely together. Anytime his magic flared, he was aroused.
The only thing different here, was that Lily was grinding against him. Which only fuelled his excitement.
He had untangled himself from the bed, crept into the shared bathroom, took a shower and wank'd until he came. He felt a burst of energy leave his body and his mind felt clearer.
The magic in this world, was strange to Harry. Despite his slight memory loss, he knew that his magic never felt like this back in his world. It was as though his magic here was literally a part of his body. Embedded into his very being.
He placed the journal back into the drawer in the bed-side-table and sighed as he huffed onto his back.
What do I do? he asked himself. What do I fucking do?
He realised that yesterday he and Malfoy's gorgeous mother had shared a moment that he knew was bound to have some kind of consequence that he'd have to deal with at some point. If Lucius found out, Harry had better know more spells than a Hogwarts student would know--Lucius knows all the same spells and more.
He decided to put that thought to the side for now, revisit it later.
His thoughts instead turned to how it felt to be with Narcissa. She was the first person he'd ever been with, and the experience was fantastic. The feeling of her soft breasts in his palm, of her sweltering walls clinging to his cock, of the pressure washing past him as her juices puddled on the floor. He felt his chest heating up, and his magic shouting to him to be used.
As he laid on his back, he pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his jeans and pulled his cock out from under his boxers. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began pumping to the thought of fucking Narcissa.
He was so in the moment, that he didn't even notice the door open. A figure walked in slowly, closing the door and locking it behind them. They stepped over to him, pulled their hair into a ponytail.
The feeling of something warm around his penis caught his attention and his eyes to snap open. There, kneeling on the edge of the bed was Tonks, smiling up at him.
'I came in to tease you because I thought you were reading,' she said as she started licking at Harry's length like it was a delicious lollipop. 'I wasn't expecting you to have your little--' she eyed his cock and chuckled. 'maybe not little anymore. Your monster wasn't this big the last time we tussled.' she joked.
'I'm sorry,' Harry said hesitantly. 'I didn't realise you were there.'
He knew from the journal that the pair had a very intimate relationship. They hadn't gone further than her giving him a blowjob, and he going down on her. But she had trained him in what she likes, and whenever they were alone together, they often fell into making out and their faces between the others legs.
'Mmm, that's alright,' she smiled, still pumping his cock. 'I was just teasing you. That Faerie Laws a bitch, eh?' she added as she took Harry's cock into her mouth. She looked up at Harry her eyes twinkling.
As he stared into her violet eyes, he felt his magic burning hotly in his chest, calling to Tonks. She subconsciously, slowly dangled her hand into her knickers, playing with herself slowly.
Harry's cock twitched under her touch. His body responded to hers, and his magic flared. He couldn't help but moan.
Tonks's hand left her knickers and she placed her fingers against his lip. Instinctively, Harry sucked her juices off of her fingers.
'How's the snack?' she teased.
'Delicious,' Harry replied.
His confidence had surprised her, but with the way her magic was reacting to the situation, and how horny she felt, she decided that she didn't give a fuck what gave him his confidence. She needed to cum.
She continued to bob on his cock, lubing his length with her saliva. It soon got too much for her, she raised her head away from his penis, a trial of saliva still connecting them. She grabbed Harry's wrists and quickly flipped the two of them. When Harry was on top of her, his strong body holding her down, his hot cock pressed against her clothed pussy, she could feel her breath hitch and her magic was desperately calling for her to allow him to enter her.
For the first time in her life, Tonks was speechless. Harry's lips pressed to her neck, and slowly made his way down. Sucking on her collarbone as his hands pushed her shirt up and her bra down so that he could pepper her breasts with his kisses. Her moans only acted in encouraged him to move down, sucking, nipping and biting at her creamy skin, her navel, and then her thigh. He completely avoided her soaking sex.
'Harry,' she finally made out. 'please.'
Harry hooked his fingers around the top of her knickers and slid them down her legs.
As Harry removed Tonks' panties, he could see the glistening wetness between her thighs. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Without any warning, he plunged his face into her pussy, making Tonks gasp and writhe beneath him. He licked and sucked at her clit, driving her wild with pleasure.
Tonks gasped as his tongue flicked over her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She had never felt like this before, and she knew that Harry was the reason why. His magic was intense and powerful, and it only heightened the sensations she was feeling.
With every stroke of his tongue, Tonks felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building up inside her, and she knew she was on the brink of orgasm.
'Harry,' she moaned, gripping the sheets tightly. 'I'm gonna-'
But before she could finish her sentence, Harry plunged two fingers inside her. Tonks cried out, her body arching off the bed as he pumped them in and out of her at a steady pace. His tongue never stopped its assault on her clit, and Tonks felt like she was going to explode.
As her body came down from its high, Harry crawled back up so that he was face-to-face with her. He watched her beautiful face as she tried to catch her breath, he could feel his cock lightly press against the hot pool between her legs, and his chest got hotter.
I need to cool myself down, I feel like I'm about to combust.
When Tonks' eyes stopped rolling she gazed into Harry's eyes and couldn't help but smile up at him.
'T-thank you, Harry.' she then grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss. As their lips pressed together, their mouths opening slightly as their tongues slid against the other, Tonks could feel Harry's cock twitch against her opening.
Tonks parted her legs wider, allowing Harry to position himself. He gave her a look, she knew what he was asking. She hesitantly nodded her head.
As far as she knew, they were both virgins. They had been close all of their lives, and since Christmas, they'd had an intimate relationship. She trusted Harry more than anyone else in the world, and although their was such as thing as Maiden's Law. She was more than happy to allow Harry to be the one to take her maidenhood. There was something about him that sung to her, demanded that this needed to happen. And who was she to deny some strange angelic voice?
With a slow and steady thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Tonks moaned into his mouth as she felt him stretching her, his length hitting all the right spots inside her. She lashed forward with her mouth, using their kiss to muffle her quiet scream.
A silver glow spread from where their sexes met and spread outwards, basking the two of them in a cooling glow. Whilst it covered the two of them, they heard a second heart beat. Could feel their own magic sing louder than it had ever done before, the cooling silver magic the only thing stopping their magic from bursting out of their chests like fireballs.
Their heartbeats quickly fell in sync with the other, as did their breathing. Tonks eventually moved back, tangled her fingers in Harry's hair and spread her legs further apart.
'I'm okay Harry.'
With her cue, Harry began moving.
Their movements were slow at first, but as the intensity grew, so did their pace. Harry's hands roamed over Tonks' body, gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. Tonks clawed at his back, urging him on, her magic flowing between them like a river.
As they moved together, Harry felt his magic building, pulsing inside him like a living thing. He could feel Tonks' magic responding to his, amplifying the pleasure they were feeling. He knew that they were both going to reach their climax soon.
Tonks' moans grew louder and more urgent, and Harry could feel her walls clenching around him.
Harry pushed deeper inside of her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing off the walls. Tonks' eyes rolled back into her head as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She gasped and moaned, her body arching off the bed as Harry continued to thrust into her with an unrelenting pace.
Finally, Tonks felt herself teetering on the edge of orgasm.
'Harry, I'm gonna cum!' she cried out, her voice strained with pleasure. 'B-bind me! Do it! Claim me as your--ffffucckk!'
He brought his lips to her neck again as he began tweaking her left nipple, sending her over the edge. Tonks screamed his name as she came, her body shaking with pleasure. Harry kept thrusting, the feel of her tight walls around him driving him closer and closer to his own release.
He tried to stave it off as long as possible, but the heat was starting to overpower the cooling silver light, and he had to start thrusting into her again. Hard. Fast.
His thrusts became erratic, and he knew he was close. Tonks was the same, he could feel her muscles convulse beneath him. Despite only just cumming, she was ready to go again. She quickly wrapped her legs around him, bringing him as deep as he could physically be.
With one final thrust, Harry came, his hot seed spilling inside Tonks. Tonks screamed his name, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before.
Their magic erupted between them, filling the room with a blinding light. They could feel their magic intermingling, the silver light meshing with the golden pulse that erupted from Harry and surged into Tonks' body. As more and more of his cum entered her, her stomach began to bloat. As though his cum was laced with a shit ton of magic that looked as though it filled her her stomach.
For a moment, they were lost in each other. They forgot about the attack yesterday, of their own stresses, of where they were, or even what their relationship would be. They only knew the pleasure they were feeling.
Finally, they collapsed onto the bed in a tangled heap, their breathing ragged. They lay there for a long time, wrapped up in each other, their hearts beating as one.
As they lay there, Harry knew that he would protect Tonks with all of his power. He owed it to the Harry of this world. And to his budding feelings for the girl.
After a moment, Harry pulled himself free from her pussy, a mixture of their cum leaking out down past her asshole and onto the clean sheets beneath them. Harry rolled over so that he was laying next to her on his back. She turned sideways so that she was leaning on his muscular chest, her sweaty boobs squishing against his side. She couldn't quite get comfortable, so they shrunk until they were barely a handful big and she nuzzled into Harry's side.
'So,' she said. 'that was new and unexpected.'
Harry smiled.
'Yeah, it was. But I enjoyed myself though.'
Tonks smiled at him.
'Me too.' then she looked down at her stomach, 'although, it does look like you got me pregnant. I shouldn't have let you cum inside me. It's bad enough I let you take my maidenhood from me.' she whispered, silently cursing herself.
Harry curled a finger under her chin and raised her gaze to meet his.
'Did you enjoy yourself?' he asked.
'Yes.' she replied honestly.
'Then we will deal with what happened later.'
'And thank you, for not binding me… I don't think we're there yet… I don't even know if your strong enough for that!'
The two laughed, but Tonks stopped, having thought of something.
She gulped.
'But Harry... we just... we just fucked... I was a virgin... I know my mum isn't technically a Black anymore, but I was still capable of having myself a decent marriage... now?'
'Like I said, we'll deal with that later.'
He didn't say much, but the confidence he said it, somehow reassured Tonks.
She sighed.
'Fine, but if I'm pregnant you're the one to tell your mum.'
She leaned back against his chest and Harry choked on his own saliva.
'Only teasing you Harry, I'm on the potion.'
He settled down into the cuddle as the sound of Tonks' cute little snores filled the sex smelling room.
Her comment about pregnancy had caught him off guard. When he'd been having relations with Tonks and Narcissa, he hadn't really been thinking. He'd let his body do what it felt it needed and let his magic guide him. He didn't even think about the consequences of cumming inside women. But now that the reality that this world was defintely real, his mind raced with the idea of binding witches to him.
For fucks sake Potter! he cursed himself.