Nothing is Relative
mysteriousimnot
Summary:
Harry Potter travels back in time to prevent the rise of the dark lord and get's a little sidetracked by the brain between his legs.
Chapter 1: Chapter 1: A Date in 1977
Summary:
At Hogwarts in 1977, Harry Potter, under the guise of Harry Hefner, manages to ask the delicious Lily Evans out on a date.
Chapter Text
October 1977
Lily was just under five and a half feet and petite, but her breasts were easily luscious C cups that stretched her tight top to leave a lot to imagine. They jiggled merrily as she walked at a fast pace, looking for him. Even when dressed casually she had a certain air of elegance and class that made every male eye drool at the sight of her.
Harry couldn't contain his excitement and waved at her, drawing her attention while thinking all sorts of perverted thoughts, as she hurried towards the castle doors. It was with naked, bouncing delicious boobs at the forefront of his mind that he smiled and waved to attract her attention. He noticed the rest of her attire and his cock pants tightened.
Her crimson red hair was tied loosely into a ponytail. She had applied light pink lipstick which made her pouty lips beg to be sucked on. Her black sleeveless top ended at her waist, showing just a crack of pale firm skin, that Harry wanted to slide his hands on. She was wearing a white skirt with black embroidery on its corners. A strong breeze right now would be perfect, Harry thought grinning.
"So how do I look?" Lily asked him upon reaching him.
"Like you're ready for the best date of your life?"
"For you maybe," she retorted. "You better show me a good time or else it's going to be hard for you to date any chick in school."
Harry offered her his arm and she slid hers around it. "So what level test is this?" he asked her, leading her to the carriages taking them to Hogsmeade.
She stopped him and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "The highest level," she whispered. Harry looked at her challengingly and she just raised her eyebrows and bit her lower lip suggestively.
"Ok," Harry laughed. "I think I know just where to go."
They were joined in the carriage by Bellatrix Black and Beatrice Zabini. Both women whom he knew very well in the future. He felt pity at the thought of their futures. One was going to become an insane dark witch and the other, a rich but lonely gold digger.
They looked at him with indifference and Harry resolved to change that if he was going to be stuck in this time. But first he had to taste what Lily had to offer. The thought of fucking the pussy he was going to be born from aroused him greatly.
He chuckled dryly remembering what Hermione had said when was yelling at him in the great hall. "You're a fucking bastard Harry Potter!" she yelled and sobbed before slapping him with all the power she could muster.
"What are you grinning about Hefner?" Beatrice asked scowling.
"Please," Harry said charmingly, "It's Harry."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes and stared out the window glumly.
Lily narrowed her eyes at Harry and he slid his arm around her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "Bellatrix, isn't it?" he asked. "Were you born with those eyes?" Her eyes were a stunning shade of purple.
She glared at him. "Yes, so what?" she spat.
"They're stunning," he said amiably.
For a moment Bellatrix was thrown off balance and Beatrice stared at him with her mouth open. No one had ever said that to the dueling queen of Slytherin house.
The carriage ground to a halt and the two Slytherin's spent no time in getting out of the carriage and away from him.
"What was all that about!?" Lily burst out as soon as they were gone. "Were you seriously hitting on them while on a date with me?" Her temper was close to exploding if he didn't reply to her satisfaction.
"I'll bet this is the first time you've seen the fearsome Bellatrix Black and the seductive Beatrice Zabini turn tail and run just because of a little compliment," he said slyly. "Not to mention in front of a Gryffindor babe who has an intense dislike for them."
Lily gaped at him. "You did that for me?"
"Well, it was for me too," he laughed.
"You're good at talking your way out of trouble," Lily grinned. "But don't think you can fool me. I've spent six years around a bastard like Potter."
"Please don't compare me to that arrogant snot," Harry said wincing. "He's too crude and childish to be me."
Lily's opinion of Harry Hefner skyrocketed. "I never said I was comparing the two of you," she said. "But I know when a guy is hitting on a chick."
Harry led them past all the famous names in Hogsmeade and led to the far corner of the village.
"It's a habit," Harry admitted. "I enjoy being in the company of women. They're so much better than men."
"A valid point," Lily smirked. "So what? Are you going to cast me aside once we fuck and move on to your next muse?" she asked nonchalantly.
Harry stopped and gaped at her. She was looking at him challengingly and waiting for a response. "I was thinking more along the lines of having a drink first before entertaining your naughty requests," he said, recovering quickly.
They started walking again and Lily was laughing. "My naughty requests? You're the flirt over here!"
"Doesn't mean I just think of you as a muse," he retorted. "Or is that what the other guys in the school expect from women?"
Lily scrutinized him with great interest. "Alice was right," she murmured. "You are different."
"So it was Alice who convinced you! I have to buy her a gift."
"Her exact words were, there's something about this Hefner guy," Lily said. "You wouldn't lose anything by agreeing to one date."
Lily was lying. Alice's exact words were, "This Hefner guy is delicious. If I weren't dating Frank I'd gladly lose my virginity to him!" But of course she wasn't going to tell him that. A strange excitement grew inside her and she moved closer to him.
"Where are we going exactly?" she asked. "We've crossed almost all the shops in the village."
"We're going to a place that no student knows exists in this village," he said secretively. "Maybe one or two teachers know of it but no one else."
"Oh? Sounds ominous. How do you know of it if you've never been to Hogsmeade?"
"I know interesting people," Harry said mysteriously.
Lily couldn't keep the excited smile off her face. So far this was turning out to be quite the interesting date. She looked at him again and felt like she was really looking at him for the first time. Every other time was just a mask that had now been removed. His eyes were alight with excitement and lips pulled back in a small smile. It told her that wherever he was taking her was someplace special.
"We're here," Harry announced suddenly.
Lily looked around. Her emerald green eyes, similar to Harry's, rotated from side to side, looking for something eye-catching but there was nothing there. They were a few huts around them and the forest boundary was visible about half a mile further down. "Am I missing something?"
Harry just held her hand and pulled her towards him.
She gasped and fell into his arms. "What the hell....." Her angry protest trailed into amazement when her eyes adjusted to the dim lights and loud music that was pumping through her ears.
"Fuck me sideways," she breathed.
"Maybe later," Harry said cheekily.
Lily was drowning in amazement to be bothered to respond to that. It took nearly a jaw-dropping silence before her amazement made for overflowing excitement and she turned to look at the smirking and self satisfied Harry with delight. "You brought me to a fucking club!" she exclaimed.
"A club barely ten minutes from Hogwarts!"
"Yup," Harry said.
"A fucking club. Oh my god, I can't believe it!" she shouted over the loud deep thumping music that was hitting the perfect level of bass.
"That's why I told you to dress muggle," he explained, almost leaning into her ear.
Lily's wide eyes began to explore the club and what she saw both alarmed and excited her further.
The entrance opened straight into a large circular rotating dance floor. There were several dozen people, swaying to the beats and vibrations powering the club. Lily had never seen so many men and women dressed provocatively in one place and grinding with both sexes raunchily. The back side of the club seemed to disappear into the darkness but it was the effect produced by the low ceiling bar at the club which was the shape of a long arc. There were at least five men mixing drinks at incredible speed. The left side of the club extended into a long column where people were seated around steel tables with a single sleek leg. Floating in the air were two large bubbles with a pole and stripper in them to excite the masses. The bubbles floated around the club at a slow pace and Lily stared at their half naked forms with a slight blush.
"Harry, you arsehole. Why didn't you tell me to wear something more suited to clubbing!" she hissed. She felt terribly underdressed all of a sudden. "I'm wearing a fucking long skirt! Do you know who wears skirts?" she asked furiously. She didn't wait for him to reply. "A whiny bitch wears skirts this gay! An innocent teenage girl would wear this skirt!"
"Calm down for god sake!" Harry laughed. "You're a witch, go transfigure!"
Lily's fury settled and she blushed. "Oh right. But isn't this a muggle club?" she asked curiously. She had assumed there was a secret portal in Hogsmeade that led into a muggle club.
Harry smiled slyly. "Do you remember when Potter was boasting about knowing where a Vampire club was in London?"
"No way," Lily mouthed in shock.
"Now change into something sexy and let's hit the bar."
Lily drew her wand and focused on her choice of club wear. Silently she weaved her wand in patterns and blue shimmering light trailed out of her wand and wrapped all around her clothes. She broke the spell and her clothes morphed as the light disappeared.
Her skirt transformed into tight fitting black denims that hugged every inch of her arse and hung low on her hips, highlighting her almost visible pelvic bones which inclined into the denims. The shirt was replaced with a silky purple top that covered her breasts but ended above her navel displaying her taut abdomen and was held together by a thin string tied together on her bare back.
Harry's breath shuddered at the sight of her unmarred pale back and curvy hips that held up the denims clinging to her bubble shaped arse. What took his breath away completely was the side view of her breasts. Fuller at the bottom and stretched to the sides with no bra to hold them together; they were the shape of perfect pears that begged to be held in his palms. Her nipples were poking through the silky material and Harry had to exert a lot of self control, not to drool and grab those amazing breasts that he knew loved to bounce.
Lily didn't pay attention to his fantasizing eyes and merely frowned, thinking about what all she was forgetting. She conjured a silver chain around her waist and transfigured her sneakers into black heels with a wide stem so that she could move comfortably.
"Am I forgetting anything?" she asked, spearing her arms questioningly. With the addition of the heels, she was now almost at eye level with him.
Harry couldn't reply. He was imagining her naked arse and boobs rubbing against him.
"Of course! Hair and makeup!" Lily exclaimed and proceeded to wave her wand with practiced movements. Her hair lost the boring pony look and transformed into free, smooth wavy hair that had a shine to it. She also added a few purple streaks just for fun. Her lipstick changed to dark red and her eyelashes were perfectly shaped above eyes tinted black with just the right amount of eyeliner. Curved silver snake earrings replaced the little stubs of fake gold and she was done.
Excited green eyes looked at him, waiting for an answer. She looked so unbelievably hot all of a sudden and Harry just couldn't help himself. He leaned down and kissed her.
He wrapped his hands around her back, slid them up and down her smooth perfection and pulled her in for a toe curling kiss that involved a lot of tongue. Lily didn't even hesitate to return the heated kiss. He had just made her day so much more brilliant.
They broke apart with a gasp and grinned at each other.
"Well that didn't take long," Harry said, panting.
"Now I know why you're so smartly dressed," Lily said grinning. "Now let's go!"
They walked along the corners of the dance floor towards the bar with Harry behind her. He was mentally drooling at the sight of her smoothly curved back and tight fitting jeans that profiled every bit of that spankalicious arse. The red hair swaying behind her was mesmerizing in the dark blue lights that provided just enough light to watch where you were going.
She looked up and realized that the DJ was perched right over the center of the ceiling and there was a huge curved screen behind him showing his head, bobbing to the music and videos of the muggles and vampires dancing in the center.
"Two Nightingales," Harry ordered.
Lily's eyes widened when she noticed the fangs coming out of his mouth. A little bit of fear traveled down her spine but when he nodded and started mixing the drinks at super speed, her excitement returned in full force. "This is so awesome!" she squealed. "Tuney took me to a nightclub in London and it was nothing like this one!"
"This is a vampire club," Harry said. "It's leagues beyond the average muggle club."
Two shots of light green smoking cocktails were slid to them and Harry stopped them with practiced ease.
"You had alcohol before, right?" Harry asked, just to confirm.
Lily scoffed. "You worried about handling me drunk?" she mocked.
Cheers," Harry said, raising his glass. "This is strong stuff."
The liquid traveled down their throats leaving behind a trail of burning fire. It began the process of being metabolized by their third successive shot and they were ready to dance. Their inhibitions were lowered and Lily got off the bar stool, her hips swaying to the beats. She winked at Harry and led him to the rotating dance floor with the enticing view of her tight arse.
Harry was only too happy to follow. There was only one way this date was going to end, he thought enthusiastically and what felt like night but was barely beyond ten in the morning dissolved into dirty dancing and almost constant grinding. They teased each other with their touches and trailed their hands as close to their pleasure spots as possible but never touching outright. It made the want and need greater with every touch. They let the deep base and the overlapping music take over the alcohol induced states bringing them to the heights of enjoyment. Every track inspired and excited them to dance with more fervor. All around them there were stunning bodies, all of them under the influence of drugs and alcohol and it made them feel as high as kites.
They returned to the bar two more times and tried a Fang spice and had a good old tequila shot and to take their minds back to that drunken state everybody loved to be in. Lily felt a jolt of excitement every time she saw a vampire bite into the neck of men and women. The atmosphere got so sexually charged when she saw the vampires play with their muggle toys, it made her moist between her legs.
They didn't know how long passed since they entered the club and let the alcohol levels in them rise but now, with eyes charged with desire Lily brought his lips down to hers. This time they felt the need become unbearable.
"Isn't there some place where we can be alone?" she breathed huskily.
Harry held her close, concentrated hard and apparated her along with him to the floor below to the reception of the hotel suites.
"Room 619," Harry said hurriedly.
The blonde female vampire at the desk touched Harry's right wrist and nodded. She unlocked the ward of a room tied to his magical signature and Harry had to just apparate blindly to be directed to their room. It was the unique way vampire dens operated.
The moment they were inside, they didn't wait for a second to examine the high quality room. They had only one thing on their minds and that was sex.
Harry pushed her towards the wall as their lips met, igniting the release of sexual pleasure. Her back hit the wall and Harry slipped his tongue out, pushing it past her lips into her mouth. Lily moaned and parted her lips further, letting him touch the insides of her mouth; it was sending strong pulses of pleasure that was warming her pussy, making her mind throb with excitement.
Harry pulled back and looked into her desire clouded eyes, breathing heavily. One thought made it past the impulse to tear her clothes and fuck her; he needed- no, he wanted this to be special. This could not be a mindless fuck with a drunken girl in a club. This had to be special and the emotion was vibrant in his eyes.
He drew his wand and cast a spell on them both that helped the liver process the alcohol and bring down their alcohol induced high. He wanted her to think without the influence of alcohol.
Lily felt the depth of feelings in his eyes and her breath trembled. Her heart skipped a beat and for a moment, they looked into each other's eyes, looking for something other than lust and then Harry brought his lips down to hers again. This time he kissed her slowly. He kissed her upper lip, ran his tongue over her teeth and his hands snaked down her body, trailing up and down, making her pussy hotter and wetter.
She reciprocated the intensity of his kiss and the burning sensations his fingers were leaving on her skin by slipping her hands into his shirt and pushing her tongue past his into his mouth. She pushed him a step back and then flipped them around to push his back into the wall and hungrily sucked on his lips while her hands began to work on his belt.
Harry's hands slid over her top and gently squeezed her succulent boobs. She moaned in her throat and he undid the thread holding her top together, slid it off her shoulders and flung it aside.
At long last he got to see those beautiful breasts that made his cock throb with excitement. He didn't waste anything in cupping them from the bottom, feeling their weight and pressing them together while his lips descended on her nipples and sucked on them lathering them with his saliva, biting them gently and kissing every part of her breast with passion, drawing an unending moan of pleasure from her.
He kissed her throat, between her heaving breasts; he kissed her ribs, went down to her navel and kissed every part of her pelvic bone leading between her legs.
Lily had her hands on his head. She was breathing heavily as every kiss of his ignited a fire in their wake. His fingers deftly unbuttoned her denims and he slowly pulled them down revealing the beginnings of her lacy transparent blue panties. He could see the beginnings of the curly red hair that masked her pussy and rising up, while kissing her body at every step, he slipped his hand into her jeans and grazed his fingers against the sides of her pussy.
Lily moaned loudly at the touch of his fingers on the most private part of her body. Her legs weakened and knees bent but Harry held her up, with the hand between her legs and plastered her boobs with harder and rougher kisses, sending bolts of pleasure rocketing to her brain.
He was playing with her body and Lily was loving every second. She never imagined this would feel so good and her animal side desired more. She made her intentions known by grabbing his crotch and squeezing his rock hard penis through his pants.
Harry gasped at the sudden movement and grab. Lily winked naughtily and flickered her eyes towards the bed. She leaned forward and languidly dragged her tongue all over his earlobe before whispering in the sexiest voice that she could muster, "My pussy is throbbing and wet," she said huskily. "Can you do something about that?"
Harry stopped and looked at her intensely. His nostrils flared as his excitement grew and his green eyes raged with lust mirrored in Lily's identical ones.
He moved suddenly, grabbing her waist and legs and carried her to the king sized bed behind them.
Lily squealed when he threw her onto the soft mattress and roughly divested her of her remaining clothes until a naked vision was all that was left.
"You too," she giggled and Harry, with great speed, undressed and stood before her, naked, his cock rock hard and ready for action.
"Wow," breathed Lily. Her heart was beating painfully hard and her body was burning with desire. Her breath hitched when he crawled above and began to kiss her legs and head north. She cried out when his tongue dragged itself over her cunt and she gasped when he tugged on her clit.
"Gods!" she moaned and wrapped her legs around his neck, pulling him in further, egging him to go deeper.
She was so wet that Harry had no trouble pushing his fingers into her, stroking her depths and sucking her clit. His hands squeezed her luscious arse hard enough to leave marks. His fingers pistoned into her cunt making wet squelching sounds that made Lily moan louder. His free hand blindly traveled up and pinched and groped her erect tits.
Lily was in heaven.
"Put it in," she groaned, her eyes half lidded and hands fisting the sheets. Her head was rolling from side to side and pleasure wracked her body wild. "Put it in now!"
Harry raised his head and grinned. He moved up kissing every part of her body as he went along before finding hungry lips that aimed to devour.
"You're a wild little pixie aren't you," he whispered into her ear as he rubbed his cock against her pussy.
"If you don't put it in, this pixie is going to.... ahhh!"
Harry pushed his cock into her cunt.
"Fuck," Harry breathed. She was incredibly tight and there was no barrier.
He drew back and thrust in again, eliciting another cry from her.
"You okay?" he gasped. His body was bursting with pleasure.
"Faster," was what she groaned. She grabbed his head, pulling him into her neck. Her legs were spread and dangling and jerking as his thrusts got stronger. She moaned into his ear, her hot breath urging him to go faster.
Her fiery spirit was igniting the wildest parts of his lust and Harry couldn't not comply with her demands. He pounded harder and faster and squeezed her boobs. He raised his head and slipped his tongue into her mouth, taking their pleasure to greater heights.
"This all you got?" Lily whispered when they broke apart. Her eyes were heavy and ridden with lust.
Harry just growled, an animalistic growl and withdrew from her sex and got on his knees.
"Hey," she groaned but Harry impatiently summoned a couple of pillows and stuffed them under her arse.
"You shouldn't have said that," he said huskily. He grabbed her hips and buried his cock to the hilt in a single stroke.
Lily's eyes widened at the sudden intrusion and she cried out loud. Her breasts shook wildly as he fucked her hard and fucked her unrestrained.
"Ah-ahhh!" Lily cried. She felt so full with him inside her. The fire that had started deep in her burst into a brighter flame. Her mind was going crazy, sending a bolt of lightning that stoked her fire into a bigger blaze. Every thrust was making it grow but it wasn't growing fast enough.
"I'm," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side. Something huge and something unbelievable was happening to her.
Harry was grunting and gasping with every breath. His movements were a blur. He was ready to explode. He got a hold of her sexy legs and placed them over his shoulders and went deeper still.
"Tha-that's right," Lily moaned. "Fuck me into this bed. Christ that feels good!"
"You're a fucking minx," Harry gasped. He closed his eyes and thrust harder when he felt his balls tighten. Lily's breasts were shaking wildly and her eyes were clenched and her mouth open, moaning constantly. Her hands were holding on to the mattress firm and her back was arched while Harry did exactly what she wanted. He was fucking her blind.
He couldn't take the powerful clenching and rippling of her pussy anymore and with a powerful thrust he came inside her with a cry. The feeling of hot semen bursting inside her sent her over the edge and she shuddered under him, her mind going blank, filling it with orgasmic pleasure.
"Fuck!" she cried over and over again until her body stopped jerking uncontrollably. "Fuck," she cried again as her eye sight started to clear and high began to come down.
Harry was still gasping and still thrusting into her slowly and erratically as spurt after spurt of cum painted the insides of her thoroughly fucked pussy.
"That was," Lily said, catching her breath. "That was.... just... wow," she said, unable to find the right words.
Harry leaned forward and pulled Lily up a bit, keeping her up with a hand under the small of her back and the other holding her waist. Lily drew her knees up and Harry thrust into her hard feeling the juices and the flesh of her arse. Her breasts shook at the force and Harry thrust a few more times before his balls were finally sucked dry and his cock began to lose its strength.
He collapsed over her body and rolled to the side panting hard. His abdomen was rising and falling at a fast rate and he swallowed his saliva trying to get over the power of his orgasm. The withdrawal of that high was letting exhaustion seep into his bones and it was the same for Lily.
"Was this date to your satisfaction Ms. Evans?" Harry asked jokingly.
Lily laughed. "Alice is not going to be a happy witch tonight."
"Why not?"
"She was furious when I told her I accidently broke my hymen with the dildo she gave me for my birthday."
"Seriously?" Harry mentally pictured it and drooled.
"She tried to get me to heal it and went on and on about your first time being this and that and blah and blah..."
"Alright, alright," Harry chuckled. "I get the picture."
Lily let out a long drawn moan of satisfaction. "I say that was the best thing I ever did."
"You know what they say about redheads?" Harry said.
"What's that?"
"They have a short fuse and they fuck like champions," Harry chuckled. "I think we've confirmed what level of redhead you are."
"The brightest? The wildest? The hottest?" Lily asked smartly.
"Whatever you can think of, it's there," Harry said.
"What's the time?"
"Almost two."
"Fuck!"Lily gasped. "I had to meet Alice at half past one!"
"Let's get dressed then," Harry said tiredly. "I'm still drunk and exhausted at that. Some food might be nice right now."
There was cum dripping out of her pussy and she looked at it with fascination as the thick white liquid crawled down her thigh. She grinned at Harry and quickly wiped her pussy clean with the bed sheet and used her wand to finish the job.
Harry blinked at her speedy clean up. Her breasts jiggled as she hurried around the room removing the spells from her clothes and putting them on quickly.
Lily frowned when she saw him just staring at her. "Get dressed already! Don't just stare!"
Harry stretched his body, getting some of his strength back and he slowly pulled on his boxers.
Lily was fully dressed and tapping her feet impatiently by the time Harry got his boxers up to his waist.
"Will you fucking hurry it up?" Lily barked.
"Relax. Alice is not going to miss you that much. She's with Frank."
"I don't want her to think we're doing what we did."
"Ahuh."
When he was fully dressed they cast a freshening charm on each other and examined each other, looking for signs that said, 'we just had sex.'
"You forgot your bra," Harry said, noticing her pointy tits.
"Fuck," Lily cursed and realized she had banished it. She conjured a similar one and put it on. It would stay on for a couple of hours before disappearing and she figured she could go to Gladrags and buy some more. She needed new ones anyways. "All done?" she asked Harry.
Harry checked her out head to toe. He then closed the gap between them and slid his hands on her arse. "You look great," he muttered, groping her arse. They kissed, this time slowly and they enjoyed every second that it lasted.
Harry closed his eyes and apparated them outside the portal.
The bright sunlight hurt their eyes and they squinted, adjusting to the sudden brightness. The sight of the small huts, the lush green forest, the sound of the birds chirping and the voices of faint excited chatter replaced the sex and intoxicating pleasure that had overpowered them in the vampire club.
"Can I tell anyone where we went?" she asked.
"Of course," Harry replied. "You can tell them what we did and how it felt as well," he added cheekily.
Lily smacked his arse eliciting a gasp from him.
"I can't believe that actually happened," she murmured, walking back side by side with him to the main part of the village. "We actually went to a club and I danced like a fucking slut."
"Uh-huh."
"Up until today, the most I've done is make out with Patrick," she said. Awe was filling her senses as she realized what she had just done.
Harry put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Just to be clear, that was fucking incredible for me too." He put his hand under her skirt and squeezed her arse again. He just couldn't keep his hands off them. He moved behind her and put both his hands under her skirt and squeezed again. He peppered kisses on the hickey marks on her neck, drawing out a moan from her.
"We're in broad daylight! Get your hands off me," she hissed and slid out of his grasp. She felt the hickey's on her neck and she quickly conjured a scarf to cover them up.
Harry sighed. "That arse is just too provocative," he said.
"Touch it again and I'll break your balls. We're almost near Hogshead."
They entered the crowd of students still getting over the overwhelming sex and dropping levels of alcohol.
They found Alice still waiting for them in The Three Broomsticks looking terribly pissed. It took Lily some time to placate her friend and Harry and Frank struck up a conversation about Quidditch. Harry also noticed the not so happy glare of James and he just winked and put his arm around Lily's shoulder.
James smirked right back when she shoved his arm off. Harry couldn't wait for the moment James found out that he had had sex with Lily Evans. The pleasure that the thought brought out in him made him chuckle out loud.
Frank and Alice watched, bemused, as Harry and Lily consumed great amounts of food and Alice was already suspicious of that scarf around her best friend's neck. She couldn't wait to start the interrogation.
The rest of the afternoon passed by rather quickly. After a highly satisfactory meal, Lily left with Alice to Gladrags. Alice saw the hickeys and she squealed with excitement and fired question upon question on Lily.
In the changing room, Lily explained her whole morning in great detail with overflowing zeal. Alice's opinion of Harry shot up when she was told about where exactly she had gone for her date, what they drank there and how they danced. Lily explained every detail and every source of pleasure that came from being drunk and dancing in a club. She couldn't stop trying to explain how powerful and how incredibly amazing the sex was. They gossiped and Alice questioned until every last juicy detail was sucked out of Lily.
At the end of it all, it was slowly sinking into Alice that Lily, her friend Lily who turned her nose at every guy who asked her out, had said yes to practically a stranger; a suave stranger who took her to a club and proceeded to fuck her brains out.
Alice was in shock until they went back to Hogwarts and poor Frank was terribly confused by his girlfriend's behavior. She was giving odd looks to Harry and Lily and would keep grumbling under her breath.
Back in Hogwarts, after a nice dinner and a stress relieving shower, Lily and Alice were sitting in a corner of the common room in their pajamas.
"So do you plan to go on another date?" Alice asked Lily. "I mean, you kinda broke all the rules of dating in the first one itself."
"Rules?"
"You know," Alice said, "No touching, keep the guy wanting, maybe a thank you kiss if the dude gave you a good time and then wait for him to ask you out."
Lily giggled. "I wasn't aware of these rules."
"Like it would have mattered," Alice scoffed. "That Harry really knows his stuff. Makes me wonder if he's done this before."
"Oh, he's definitely done this before," Lily said. "Guys don't last that long their first time. Not to mention that control and I swear to you Alice, it didn't hurt one bit."
"Fuck me Harry," Alice murmured. "So, future dates?"
"I don't know," Lily said pensively. "He's not the kind to commit to one person. He likes his freedom and he likes adventure."
"Oh not this again," Alice groaned. "Not everyone is obsessed with living life like you, Lily!"
"What's wrong with my vision of life?" Lily defended. "We're meant to travel, discover places of beauty, and unearth hidden treasures." Alice rolled her eyes. "Not to mention sex with hunky exotic men," she added for Alice's benefit.
"So you're not going to date him? Are you fucking kidding me? After all that I'm hearing this?"
Lily shrugged. "What can I say? I feel this strange connection to him and if I'm right, he's a little like me. His existence proves I'm right and if I am right, then I wouldn't want to be bogged down by a girl wanting to become his girlfriend and all that dopey horseshit."
"You sound like you're perfect for each other," Alice sighed.
The man in question was missing since dinner and James and his cronies made a beeline for the two female seventh years. "How are you ladies?" he asked charmingly, running his hands through his hair, messing them up further.
"We're fine without your royal presence, thanks," Lily said sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"So how was your date with that ugly look alike of mine," he asked, ignoring her. He removed a stone from his pocket and flicked it in the air. Before it could fall, he drew his wand and transfigured it into a sofa.
Many of the sixth and fifth year girls gasped at the skilled display of magic and clapped excitedly.
Lily clenched her teeth and stood up abruptly. She transfigured the sofa into a wax model of a fist with the middle finger standing up straight.
Half the common room hooted at James and laughed out loud.
"Goodnight Potter," Lily said and went back to her dorm, her swaying hips attracting the attention of every male in the common room.
"And her date was fine by the way," Alice added when Lily disappeared. "If what she said was correct, then apparently Harry blew her mind away."
James blanched. "You mean?" he said in horror.
"That's right," Alice smirked. "They fucked... And she loved it."
Chapter 2: Departure and Arrival
Summary:
Harry's scenery changes quite dramatically.
Chapter Text
November 1997
"Excuse me?" Harry asked, shocked. "Why?"
"You got your first fake Id yesterday didn't you?"
"So?"
"We made ten passports and one of your aliases was found in the archives. The log says it was used in France in December 1977."
"Blow me!"
"No thanks," Blake said dryly. "This means that you ended in the past soon after the creation of your aliases. I don't think it's hard to figure out why."
"The DOI started to gather massive Intel on Voldemort's operations," Harry said. "We captured and interrogated hundreds of witches and wizards with ties to the bastard but he always managed to stay a step ahead of us."
"Our division lost a lot of funding by the time he made his presence public and started openly killing his enemies."
"And now my alias pops up out of the blue in Archives," Harry muttered, his mind racing and ground to halt when he realized the implications. "What else has changed?"
"We can't tell. Only the time keepers are aware of changes in the timeline and they were the ones who leaked the information out."
Harry frowned. "But aren't they supposed to make sure we change nothing?"
Blake sighed. "We can't stop Voldemort, you know this. His horcruxes are well hidden and way out of our reach. Even Dumbledore has come up blank after finding two of them."
"1977," Harry murmured. "Isn't that my...."
"Your parents will be entering their seventh year," Blake confirmed. "Savage will brief you about your mission parameters."
Harry scoffed. "Mission parameters," he said sarcastically. "This wasn't even part of the plan. I'm in the middle of a mission for god sake!"
Blake narrowed his eyes. "A mission you almost blew to pieces after your ridiculous exploits at school. Savage is furious by the way, he's taken your misbehavior up to Croaker."
Harry groaned. This was going to result in a lot of his privileges being revoked.
"Can I ask what you were thinking?" Blake said, shaking his head in amusement.
"There was a party," Harry sighed. "I got drunk and convinced Vane to blow me. I forgot about it the next day and Hermione's arse was just too delicious to resist. It's not my fault that they both were in the same room when they were gossiping with their friends!"
Blake gave him a withering stare. "You endangered the mission because you got drunk. Harry, when are you going to curb that annoying habit of yours?!"
"You call having sex an annoying habit?" Harry said aghast.
"Get out of here," Blake grumbled. "Savage wanted me to update you and that's done. I told Croaker training you in seduction so soon was a bad idea," he muttered under his breath.
"I thought it was a great idea," Harry said cheekily. "Have you seen my body count?"
"I did," Blake said sorely. "Now get the hell out of my office."
Harry left the depressing confines of Unspeakable Blake's office feeling a little worried. Savage had justified his naming more than a dozen times to instill fear in the subordinates who didn't do as ordered. He walked along the dark corridor and up to the rotating wall of doors.
"Junior Unspeakable Potter to Department Head Savage," he said clearly. The wall rotated on its axis and stopped at the door with Archibald Savage inscribed in it.
Harry walked in and shut the door with a gulp and found both Croaker and Savage at the desk ahead.
"You were supposed to make contact with Parkinson, seduce her and gain entry to her mansion in Germany. Not fuck your friend's girlfriend and make that knowledge public!"
"I made a mistake alright!" Harry defended immediately. He couldn't give Savage the time needed to rip him apart. "My hormones got a little out of control and Hermione was literally begging for it."
Savage growled.
"Calm down," Croaker said, in his deep authoritative voice. "You fucked up Harry. But it doesn't matter. What's more important is Carlson Davis traipsing around Paris in 1977 when he is supposed to be at Hogwarts in 1998."
"Do we even have what is needed to send me back so far?"
"What about his insubordination Croaker?" Savage asked angrily. "He compromised our mission!"
"Doesn't matter right now," Croaker said. "He was trained by Milner and partnered with Tonks for a while. What did you expect?"
"Two Metamorphmagus and both with a streak of insubordination a mile wide," Savage grumbled.
"My mission, Sir?" Harry asked quickly.
Croaker tapped the file on the desk. "The first time we were made aware of Voldemort's ambitions was when one of our agents was attacked while gathering intelligence on Vampire activities in central Europe. He was able to whisper two words before he died."
Harry walked to the desk briskly and picked the file.
"Voldemort and danger, was he could say. This was in 1962 and we could find nothing about this wizard until a connection was made to him via Romulus Malfoy in 1968. After that we caught wind of his recruitment drive but we could never get close to him. We were always a step behind and Voldemort continued to consolidate his support among purebloods. Assassination of key members of the ministry became common news but the real scope of his plan was executed in 1978. We kept hearing news about an attack but we had no solid Intel until Voldemort launched a full assault on the ministry after arranging the assassination of twelve Wizengamot members in the space of ten minutes."
"The official start of the war," Harry muttered.
"It was the failure of our division that allowed this attack to happen and it also gave Voldemort the support he needed to build his base of power into something very real and very dangerous to magical Britain. He was reaching the heights of his power and control when he was unexpectedly defeated."
"My mother," Harry said.
"Lily Potter was one of our brightest recruits out of Hogwarts and her work in the department of runes allowed you to survive the killing curse."
"Can't wait to meet her," Harry grinned.
"Your mission is to get intimate with Bellatrix Black and make inroads into Voldemort's operations. Till date we do not know who he managed to get past all the security and assassinate the Wizengamot members and it is your job to learn how he did it and stop him cold."
"Am I allowed to kill him if the chance presents itself?"
"Without the slightest hesitation, yes," Croaker said coldly.
"The timeline?"
"We wouldn't even realize things have changed," Croaker said. "It's been three hours since we found your alias and I have no doubt the time keepers are going to get very excited in the coming months. The ritual they undergo allows them to detach from the time stream and observe as a third party."
"They're creepy motherfuckers," Harry said, remembering his meeting with Ms. Clang when he was ten. "When do I leave?"
"Now," Savage barked.
Harry felt excitement build in him. "I don't have to confront Hermione," he said, relieved. "Thank god for the time keepers, just this once!"
"Keep your cock in your pants and don't accidently have a son older than you," Savage said sarcastically.
"I'll try."
"Harry," Croaker warned. "Don't fuck this up. The time machine can be used once every fifty years. It hasn't been used since we sent Afley into the past a century ago."
"Afley?"
"Nothing you need to know about."
Croaker led Harry to the time room where his least favorite time keeper was waiting for him. She had drawn nearly a thousand runes with her blood on the stone floor and a quick glance made him understand that it's purpose was to make a hole in the time stream and send him to a specific year in the past. They were aiming for 1976 with 1977 being the likely destination.
"Strip," Ms. Clang commanded in her sleazy creepy voice.
Harry frowned but complied.
"You keep a neat dick Potter," Clang said in approval. "Keep it down when we activate the runes."
"I couldn't even get it half way up with you in the room," Harry retorted.
Croaker passed him a bag before he entered the rune space. "Passports; muggle and magic. Classified documents you need and several other missions that you'll be needed to do alongside the primary."
"You made no mention of that before."
"You'll have enough time to understand when you arrive. Report to the Department of Mysteries in your Davis appearance and ask for me. Show me your badge and ask to be placed at Hogwarts. You will treat the school as your base of operations and make sure that Dumbledore can't track you."
"Understood."
"This is goodbye Harry," Croaker said, his voice softening. "If you succeed, you could be erased from existence. Is there anyone you would like to say goodbye to?"
Harry laughed. "You know I don't care for attachments," he said chuckling. "As long as I get my share of boobs and pussy, I'll die a happy man."
Croaker shook his head feeling exasperated with Harry's obsession with the opposite sex. "Good luck."
Ms. Clang looked to Croaker for confirmation and she floated over Harry and began to draw some more runes on his chest. "Don't forget to say hi to me," she drawled and then punched her wand through his heart.
Harry gasped at the sudden pain that exploded in his heart. "What the fuck!" he gasped, his eyes wide open and blood spurting out of his chest when she removed her wand.
"See you handsome," Ms. Clang chuckled and the whole room vibrated as magic turned violent and powerful. The runes were sucked into this gaping heart and the air around Harry rippled visibly before he disappeared with a crack.
Harry was gone.
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December 1976
A Bolt of lightning smoked the ground next to the expressway to Paris and several cars screeched to a halt at the sudden appearance of a dangerous weather phenomenon. Three more bright and powerful flashes of lightning hit the same place and no thunder followed.
At the center of the point of impact, Harry got up with a jerk of terror. He was gasping and wheezing, unable to suck oxygen into his lungs. He scrambled to his knees, feeling his world darkness and he managed to puke out blood. Air rushed back into his lungs after the horrible agony of keeping them empty. His body was trembling and he gradually got his breathing under moderate control but he was still shaking with base fear. After a minute, his mind cleared and he remembered who he was and what had happened to him. He looked around wildly, hoping he wasn't spotted and he caught sight of nearly a dozen people running towards him.
"Fuck!" he thought. "Remember training!" he screamed in his mind.
Just before his naked form was sighted clearly by the people, Harry had changed into a brown haired boy who on scrutiny could be assumed to be part Asian. He clenched his bag tightly and closed his eyes when the whispers and voices grew louder.
"Oh mon dieu, vous allez bien?!" "Où est-il venu?!" "Appelez une ambulance!" "Es-tu blessé monsieur?"
"French," Harry thought, his head aching. "Je vais bien, je vais bien. Juste un petit choc, pas de mal. Ça vous dérange de me donner un ascenseur à la ville?"
"Pourquoi êtes-vous nu?" Someone asked him why he was naked.
"La foudre frit eux." Harry replied, chuckling nervously. "Il a touché le sol près de moi, mais j'ai survécu. Euh, ça vous dérange de me laisser m'habiller?"
"Finally! So many eyes examining by body is fucking creepy!" Harry thought exasperatedly. The crowd finally turned around to let him dress after somewhat believing his story about being grazed by lightning.
Controlling his shaking, he quickly opened the bag that had traveled with him and after a quick look to see if no one was watching, he summoned a khaki pants and loose Hawaiian shirt. He mentally grinned, thanking Tonks for packing all his favorite things in the world. He really owed her and he promised himself to visit her in this time if she was born. He checked if he was done and then remembered his last item of obsession. His hat.
He summoned a rugged black Fedora and lovingly put it on his head. "I'm done," he said with a slight Indian accent.
Carlson Davis was a Nepali brought up in the city of Bombay. His father was American and mother from Nepal. The parents met on a biking trip all over India and at the end of it he was conceived. Harry had wanted Carlson's dad to be a spy and mother a double agent when he thought up the name and backstory when he was twelve. The idea was shot down and erased from existence.
The French turned around and gaped at the transformation. They were finding it difficult to understand how a clearly electrified naked boy changed into an exhausted looking but happy Nepali.
"Are you okay?" A woman asked him oddly, but thankfully in English. He could speak seven languages fluently but obviously English was just a favored choice.
"I'm alright, I'm alright. Don't know what happened there. Do you mind giving me a ride into the city?" he said at high speed. His mind was still fried, he realized. Better keep talking to a minimum.
"Err, yes?" she said and the crowd dispersed, discussing the odd turn of events in their otherwise routine lives.
She beckoned him to her sedan and still looked a little bemused.
Harry just smiled charmingly and mentally crowed in delight when he realized his ride was a mother with a hot French babe for a daughter. He got into the backseat with the girl, eighteen he guessed, and kept apologizing for the inconvenience.
The mother said it was alright and he was lucky to be alive. She smiled and powered the car on.
The daughter scoffed and Harry turned towards her, curious to know the reason for that scoff. He also gave her a quick once over, drinking in the contours of her body under the pale pink full sleeved shirt and blue jeans.
"Do you honestly expect me to believe you got struck by lightning, not once but thrice, and then ended up alive and naked?"
"Err..." Harry said eloquently.
"You're not the first tourist to walk in the countryside nude!"
Harry laughed nervously and examined that lovely oval face that had pretty blue eyes, a smoothly curved nose without a bridge, nicely shaped eyebrows and straight blonde hair up to her shoulders. "French babe," Harry drooled in his mind.
"The lightning was just your excuse for being caught with your pants down," she said mockingly.
"Jean!" her mother scolded. "What your tongue!"
"I'm right though, aren't I?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
Harry took a minute to enjoy the surprisingly good French accented English. "You got me," he said grinning. Her version made a better story than his. "I was just enjoying nature when the lightning hit the ground beside me. I was quite shaken up."
The mother looked at him disapprovingly through the rear view mirror and Harry began apologizing profusely. She accepted the apology rolling her eyes at his antics but she was now smiling without any suspicions.
Jean on the other hand was laughing silently.
"Carlson," Harry said politely and offered her his hand. She caught it and they shook, sealing the pact of friendship. "Jean," she introduced.
"So where are you from Carl?" Jean's mother asked while Jean still examined him with interest.
"I was brought up in Bombay but my father is American and mother's from Nepal," he said.
"That explains the accent as compared to ethnicity," Jean said.
"Jean," her mother warned again.
"What!?" she defended. "I didn't say anything wrong!"
Harry chuckled and the remaining hour of the trip was engaged with further questions and light conversation. Harry knew his bio thoroughly and he, not once, changed character or slipped up. He told them about his life as the son of travelers and he in turn discovered that Jean was returning home from boarding school for the holidays. Her father ran a successful tailoring business and her mother, Laura Marceau, worked as a nurse in a government hospital. They were quite well off and Harry's nudity was joked about more than once in the short trip. Jean particularly was impressed with his physique and tried to hide it but Harry caught onto it in a flash.
"Where would you like to be dropped?" Mrs Marceau asked.
"Anywhere is fine," Harry said politely. "Actually I was planning to visit the Tower and since you're on vacation would you like to accompany me, Jean?"
"Sure," Jean said brightly.
"Your fathers waiting for us Jean," Mrs Marceau reminded.
"I'll be home soon mumma," Jean said. "I'm sure Carl needs a guide seeing he got lost in the countryside without his clothes on."
"Ouch," Harry said grinning.
"Jean!" her mother warned again. A little worry was growing in her at the prospect of her daughter going off with a complete stranger.
"It's ten now, I'll make sure she abandons me by two, Mrs Marceau," Harry said comfortingly.
Mrs Marceau pursed her lips and then sighed. "Alright," she said and stopped the car. "Be home by two!" she shouted and drove off.
"Where to?" Harry asked her, smirking.
"Pub?" Jean asked with baited anticipation.
"Sounds perfect," Harry agreed enthusiastically.
Two hours later, in a stall in the ladies room of the closest pub, Harry had his hands under Jean's soft arse, holding her up, her back against the wall of the stall and her legs dangling in the air around his hips as he pounded into her pussy.
"Ah, ah, aahh, haaahh," she was moaning loudly as his cock hit the deepest parts of her pussy, stimulating orgasmic pleasure.
"Ne vous arrêtez pas! Allez plus vite! " she gasped. Her body was on fire and breasts were bouncing with every thrust. Her hands were stretched out, pressing against the adjacent walls of the small stall to keep her balance.
"Your French is just too sexy," Harry gasped. He squeezed her arse and reveled in the sounds of their sweaty bodies slapping each other with fervor.
"Je suis si proche, rendez-vous plus fort!
She climaxed and the juices flowed from her pussy while her walls sucked his cum out of his balls. Harry gasped, grunted, thrust deep and held position, spurting jets of hot cum deep inside her pussy. He drew back and thrust again emptied every last drop inside her.
"God!" Harry gasped, lowering her to the floor and capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. They passionately exchanged tongue while their hands roamed all over their naked bodies, groping all they could find. Harry's cock slipped out, softening rapidly and cum trailed out of her cunt while they paused to catch their breaths.
"That was fun," she panted, sporting the look of a thoroughly fucked blonde. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was ruined. She leaned into him and kissed him softly.
"Fantastic," Harry said, breathing heavily. He grabbed the hand shower and rinsed his cock and dried it with the toilet roll and quickly started to dress. Jean took the hand shower from him and stood over the toilet with her legs spread while she rinsed her pussy and dug her fingers inside to remove all the cum.
Harry's breath shuddered at the oddly erotic sight. Once she was done she too, dried herself and dressed quickly; jeans sliding over her creamy round arse, followed by the bra and shirt. Her wet panties were stuffed into Harry's pocket and she winked at him.
"Let's get out of here before someone realizes what we just did," she giggled.
Unfortunately it was too late. Two burly bouncers were standing right outside the stall door and a few curious people had expressions varying between disgust and amusement. Some were even flashing their thumbs up to them for their nerve to fuck in the stall.
They were thrown out without giving them a chance to protest. Apparently they were too loud or something.
It was time for Jean to head home. "So where shall we meet tomorrow?" she asked hopefully. "This was quite fun don't you think?"
Harry laughed, "It certainly was but I'm afraid I'm leaving France in a few hours."
Jean's expression turned confused and then her eyes widened in anger. "Putain Arsehole," she spat and turned heel and walked away furiously. There she was thinking that this was the start of a romantic holiday.
Harry just sighed and stared at her swaying arse until she disappeared into the crowd.
"Welcome to the seventies, Harry," he said to himself, feeling content.
Chapter 3: Midnight Magic
Summary:
Duty Calls
Chapter Text
Midnight Magic
1977
It was night and it was time to work.
Harry had his case files open on his bed and methodically went through all the data accumulated in the future. Croaker had certainly filled his plate to the edge and it was going to take him forever if he had to complete all tasks on time to end Voldemort's reign before it began.
In France he had traced Romulus Malfoy's movements for a good month before he located the house Voldemort was currently using. Carlson Davis had died an explosive death, taking with him an entire base of operation. The explosion wasn't enough to take Voldemort out but it was enough to set his operations back at least five years and the data Carlson leaked was more than enough to put the Auror forces all over the world on alert. The world took the death of philanthropist Malfoy as a tragedy. The clandestine world greeted it with a quiet clink of their glasses before getting back to work.
In 1998 Harry knew Romulus had died in 1977 and he didn't know whether it was because the timeline had been changed because of him or Romulus was fated to die in 1977 and his presence had nothing to with it.
Decoding the mysteries of time travel always gave him a headache and he focused on the motto of the department of mysteries.
We exist to keep bad things from happening. Nothing more. Nothing less. Stay ahead of the dark and keep the light from ever meeting the dark.
Harry smiled as he remembered Savage teaching him those words when he was eight. He had been so excited since he was finally joining the department and Savage had to curse him to get him to be still enough to memorize the words.
Harry sighed nostalgically and turned back to his files. Romulus was dead, he had infiltrated Hogwarts and now he had a list of recruits out of Hogwarts who were set to join Voldemort at the end of the year. He really had to thank Narcissa for having such an open mind.
He had yet to report to the DOM, which was his main priority, but he was liking the freedom of operating without mission commanders just fine, and he was doing quite well without them.
"Bellatrix will have to be next," he muttered. He had to worm his way into her circle and that would have been easier if the stupid hat had put him in Slytherin like he demanded. But he was in Gryffindor and after the mind blowing fuck with Lily that afternoon, he certainly wasn't complaining!
His curtains rustled and a figure quickly came in which made Harry wonder if fate was playing games with him.
It was Lily. To be more precise it was Lily in a bathrobe that made her intentions quite clear to him.
"I was thinking about you," she said, her voice hushed and husky.
"Funny," said Harry with a grin, "So was I."
Lily glanced at his messy bed and was pleasantly surprised to see books on charms, transfiguration and defense. "Wow," she said, sliding onto the bed, her robe climbing up her creamy thighs. "I didn't know you were so studious. You're not just a pretty boy are you?" She sounded highly impressed and her opinion of Harry went up another notch.
Harry waved his wand and neatly stacked the glamoured files under his bed. He didn't bother with warding or silencing his part of the room. It would raise more questions and suspicion, so he left things as they were and chose glamours over wards. The one thing he had to do before his arrival in Hogwarts was to ensure Filch someone got his hands on the Marauders map and had it confiscated so that his cover story would not be blown.
"It's past twelve you know," Harry said. He had to sneak into the Slytherin common room tonight but the presence of a redheaded angel was making him change his mind.
"I know," Lily said. She let her robe slip off one shoulder exposing a bit of her breast.
A tent formed in Harry's pajamas.
Lily smiled naughtily, very pleased with his reaction. "You see," she began. "Usually I use Bob to get a good night's sleep but now there's the real thing sooo..."
Bob was her dildo, Harry deduced. His tent grew taller.
"You want to keep talking or you wanna play with Harold the seventh?" he replied with a wink.
Lily giggled and crawled towards his tent, giving him a great view of her boobs.
Harry's breath hitched when his pants were pulled down and her tongue flicked the head of his cock.
"Atta girl," he groaned as her hot mouth engulfed his cock. She couldn't take all seven inches in but for her first time, she did well taking in an even four.
Harry's heart sped up as she bobbed faster and his balls tightened when she sucked hard. "Gods Lily," he gasped, when her nails scraped against his balls.
She pulled away and looked at him seductively, saliva dripping down her chin. "Am I doing alright?" she whispered.
They had to keep their voices low or risk an interruption from the Marauders.
"Perfect," Harry panted and motioned her to go on.
Lily sucked, she licked and she blew his mind until he was ready to blow.
"Cumming!" he gasped and Lily quickly pulled back, watching in fascination as thick white strands shot into the air, inches away from her face and fell back onto his legs.
Harry's breath was coming in short. "That was quite a load after our afternoon romp," he panted. "I'm beginning to doubt your claim of this being your first time!"
"I'm just that talented," Lily said. She then stuck out her finger, took a bit of his cum and seductively put her finger in her mouth and went 'umm.'
Harry almost came undone again.
"And I like to experiment," she added.
"Then next time, let it splatter on that pretty face of yours," Harry said, smirking.
Lily stood up and dropped her robe. "Duly noted," she breathed.
Now I know who's side of the family my sex drive comes from, Harry thought gleefully.
He took a deep breath to calm his raging hormones and lifted his ass to pull off his pants and then took off his shirt. "Get down here beautiful," he said.
Lily straddled him and brought her lips down on his. Their bodies ground against each other and their tongues danced with passion and lust. Her pussy was rubbing his rapidly hardening cock and soaking it with her flowing juices.
She wanted it bad and Harry knew it.
He gently flipped her around and laid her on her back, looking into her eyes all the while.
Lily was flushed with arousal. Her red hair splayed on his pillow and her eyes glittered with anticipation. Her breasts heaved in tandem with her short breaths and the atmosphere thickened with the smell of sex and lust.
Harry laid atop her, their bodies pressing into each other and he slowly pushed his cock into her cunt. A whine slipped out of Lily and she drew her legs up instinctively.
Harry fucked her with slow gentle thrusts; their bodies writhing against each other, kissing her neck, his arms under her arms while she caressed his back, her eyes closed, her stifled gasps and little whimpers and moans escaping her half open mouth as additive pleasure travelled from her loins all over her body.
Her nipples rubbed against his hard chest and his cock stretched her pussy to delightful depths.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him away from her neck and onto her lips, exchanging a passion fueled kiss that made her toes curl.
They could hear James and Sirius gossiping about their next prank and it served to add fire to their excitement.
There was no silencing charm around his bed and the voices of the boys in the room made Lily feel a courage and thrill she hadn't known before.
She managed to flip them around and she took the reins of control from Harry to gyrate on his cock. She felt the addictive pleasure grow inside her. She felt her body burn as her movements became erratic and rough.
Harry was just as flushed as her as her hips began to thrust harder. The bed began to rock and he knew the noise was enough to be heard. He was eager to be seen having sex with Lily. He rose up in a quick move and attacked her neck, kissing hard and thrusting back into her.
He was panting harshly now and she was mewling.
He wanted more. "Turn around," he growled and Lily obliged. She got on her hands and knees and whimpered at the loss of cock.
Harry got into position behind her and pushed back into her womanly depths.
His balls were beginning to tighten again, warning him of the impending explosion that was due to cum.
He slowed down and grabbed her hair, pulling on it until she cried out and rose. He grabbed and mauled her tits and fucked her with increased fervor. Her arse shook and breasts bounced. Her loins and mind were on fire. She was ready to implode and Harry covered her mouth to drown her increasing volume of passionate moans.
Neither noticed the four wide unblinking eyes peeking through his curtains.
James was feeling his heart break into a million shards and Sirius was impressed with Harry's skill. He was even more impressed with Lily's amazing body and he knew exactly what he was going to wank to before going to bed.
Harry came inside her hard and triggered Lily's mind blowing implosion. They were high and wild and they kept thrusting against each other for a whole minute until they felt their orgasms settle to manageable levels.
Neither noticed the four eyes disappear. One in pain, the other horny as hell.
"It... Is..." Lily couldn't string two words together. "Is sex always this incredible?" she managed to pant out after a moment. They were still rubbing against each other and Harry had his chin on her shoulder, kissing her earlobe and thrusting gently as his cock went from hard to shriveled.
"Keep doing it and you'll find out," he said exhaustedly.
Finally he withdrew and collapsed back with a groan.
Lily didn't join him. She closed her eyes and took deep steady breaths to calm her shaking body. Her legs felt weak and her pussy was still throbbing as mini orgasms made her hot.
Harry had a perfect view of her arse until she felt strong enough to turn and face him, showing him her perfect boobs instead.
"See you tomorrow," she said tiredly and pulled her robe back on. She was satisfied. She could now sleep well and after giving Harry a quick peck on the lips, she wobbled out of the dorm, not caring if she would be caught. Her mind was still reeling and she felt completely satisfied.
She knew she was going to be sore the following morning.
Once Harry knew she was gone he fished around in his drawers and removed a potion and downed it. His strength returned and his mind grew clear. He mentally chided himself for letting sex get in the way of work but then he came to his senses.
Sex always came before work!
Chapter 4: Spying and Treats
Chapter Text
November, 1977
"I'm just saying it's strange," defended Alice.
"There's nothing strange about it," Lily sniped. "James is probably planning something big and all this is just an act."
"But look at him!" Alice said, "The guy hasn't pulled a prank in a month and he looks positively devastated."
"And Sirius is making faces everytime he looks at me. Go figure Alice."
"Why don't you just talk to him. I really shouldn't have told him you and Harry did it."
Lily sighed. "You and your big mouth. I don't see you talking about your sex life with Frank do I?"
"I tell you everything!"
"To me! Not the whole goddamn school! I've been getting leers and catcalls all the time!"
"I told you I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to stick it in James face for once and obviously it backfired. But I got to say, I didn't think he'd take it so hard. He must really love you, you know."
Lily banged her goblet on the table. "Will you stop it Alice! James will never interest me and I will never even consider talking to him out of my own free will."
"He'd make an excellent boyfriend though," Alice said, ignoring Lily. "Has Hefner even asked you out or do you two just bang each other and say see you next time?"
Lily's ears burned and she huffed. Truth be told she was falling for the green eyed hunk but there didn't seem to be any reciprocation of her growing feelings. She enjoyed the sex, loved it even. It gave her a power she felt addicted to but now she wanted more. But she couldn't gain the strength to bring up the topic with Harry. She knew how it would end and she didn't want it to end.
Lily moaned. "I hate you Alice."
"Where is that boy anyway?" asked Alice. Harry hadn't been seen for a couple of days.
Harry, on the other hand, had been tailing Snape under the cover of his invisibility cloak. The young Slytherin had taken a leave from school to attend his father's funeral and Harry knew there were definitely going to be side stops and he was right.
At the dreary funeral, Snape was approached by a man whose face was masked and Harry heard the words '3 o'clock, Three Broomsticks.'
The man who approached Snape sounded a lot like Marcus Flint and Harry figured the man was the father of that cruel slimy Quidditch obsessed snake from his time.
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20th Dec 1977
Time flew by in the castle of Hogwarts. Between sex and spying Harry had no time to breathe and compromising on either was not an option.
Currently he was outside the Riddle house. He had been trailing Snape for a while since all the other junior death eaters that he knew of were too busy bragging about their induction rather than doing anything worthwhile. Snape was the only one who hadn't been branded as of yet and Harry knew that was his opening.
Seducing Bellatrix was turning out to be harder than he expected and he wasn't really eager to screw around with the power hungry witch. His attempts to engage in conversation with her ended up in a standoff which exploded into a duel when James and Sirius barged into his game and ruined it. Since then Bellatrix was out of his reach but her the cute fifteen year old Narcissa wasn't and he easily obtained information which led him to trail Snape.
That trail had led him to the Riddle house where he dismantled the surprisingly meager wards with ease and then ended up getting captured before he even realized what was going on.
"Who are you?"
His hands were chained behind his back and his legs were chained to the floor, allowing him to move in a two feet radius.
"Err...." Harry was panicking in his head. He wasn't supposed to get caught. He was in enemy territory and without any backup. He had still not reported to the DOM and explained his presence and now he was alone, without help, without a wand, facing one the most feared Death Eaters under Voldemort's service.
"Say something or else...." Antonin Dolohov snarled.
"I'm. I'm one of you alright!" Harry burst out, his eyes wide with fear.
Dolohov lowered his wand. "One of us? Care to elaborate?"
"Our Lord gave me a task but I can't talk about it." A ridiculous plan was forming in Harry's head but the idea of escape calmed his nerves and brought his labored breath under a modicum of control.
Dolohov laughed nastily. "Do you expect me to buy that? Now I'll ask again and I want the truth or else pain is going to follow."
"The Dark Lord ordered me to test the defenses!" Harry said, hurriedly and loudly. "He wanted to see if I would get caught! Ask him yourself if you don't believe me and then I'll watch while he dishes out punishment to you!"
Dolohov's expression was thunderous but he didn't curse Harry, which meant he was in two minds and Harry plowed on, forcing him to reconsider.
"I know about the Dreklem incident. The Dark Lord wasn't pleased was he? Not to mention that little shit behind you messing up his first assignment."
Behind Dolohov was Snape, who turned ashen when his name was mentioned in a bad way. "The Dark Lord is not happy with the rising rate of failure and I was to test your level of preparedness. Obviously I didn't count on Mr. Dolohov being here."
"What's your name?" Dolohov growled.
"Ask the Dark Lord. I'm not allowed to say. You know how the inner circle operates don't you Dolohov."
"Crucio."
Harry screamed in agony. Thousands of scalding hot needles were penetrating his nerves, causing unimaginable pain. He collapsed on the floor; body shaking uncontrollably after the curse was lifted within the space of a second.
"Y-y-you..." He was unable to speak, pain of a different level was thrashing him inside out and he couldn't see clearly.
Tears were leaking out and the sounds of Dolohov's boots tapping against the floor as he walked towards him caused a primal fear in Harry and he tried to scramble away.
Dolohov bent down and grabbed Harry's face, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Nobody knows about the Dreklem incident except for the dark lord. The inner circle would never be tasked with such menial duties and the inner circle is a word used only by those not in the inner circle.
"Now I'll ask again for one last time; Who. Are. You?"
Harry was still shaking because of the agony of the Cruciatus. "The Dark Lord commands me, not you," he managed to say.
Dolohov clenched his jaws and pushed Harry away. "Watch him while I enquire about this task."
Snape stepped into the room and Dolohov stormed out.
Through the pain, Harry managed to smile. Dolohov had doubts, he was going to confirm and that was more than enough.
"Why are you smiling?" Snape asked coldly.
Harry used his Metamorphmagus powers and reduced the width of his arms and hands, allowing the chains to slip out. He held them, ensuring no sound was made.
"The Dark Lord is not going to be pleased with Dolohov. Why don't you take these chains off me and I'll put in a good word for you."
"Do you take me for a fool?" Snape sneered. "You're not a Death Eater. You're not even a recruit."
"Come closer and I'll tell you what exactly I am to the dark lord."
Snape stood his ground and sneered.
Harry laughed. "Are you scared of a man who is chained to the ground, Snivellus?"
"What the fuck did you say?!" Snape hissed, his eyes widening in fury and horror. That word inspired hatred deep inside his soul and he stepped closer, raising his wand to teach this insolent bastard a lesson.
He never saw the heavy chain coming and it smashed into his head with the force of a bludgeoning curse. He lost consciousness for a moment and it was enough for Harry to get out of the chains binding his leg and steal Snape's wand.
Snape groaned and stirred, his head pounding with pain.
"Stupefy."
The wand was not very compatible with Harry but he concentrated hard and transfigured the unconscious Snape into a ring, which he slipped onto his finger.
The riddle house had dropped its guard and Harry disillusioned his body before sneaking out of the basement.
His self appointed mission was to identify the Death Eaters before informing the Aurors but blood, bearing the cry of revenge, was pounding in his ears. This was the first time he had experienced the agony of the Cruciatus and the thought of these monsters using it on innocent people for pleasure just didn't sit right inside him.
The top floors were abandoned; he had noticed that during his infiltration. Four rooms were being used in the Riddle House; The main hall for meetings and two others where the Death Eaters sat down and chatted or played games of cards. Then there was the kitchen where a muggle was imprisoned and forced to cook for them.
Dolohov was gone but there were four others in one of the rooms. Rosier Senior, Fenrir Greyback, Rabastan Lestrange and Thorfinn Rowle. All monsters, infamous in the future.
They never saw Harry coming and four stunning curses flew from Harry's wand, dropping them all.
His bag and wand were in a corner, untouched. He slung his bag around his shoulder, snapped Snape's wand and took his own. Fenrir, the terrible werewolf stirred. His body was too tough to be dropped with just one stunning curse and blood shot, rage filled eyes turned to Harry.
Harry fired three more stunning curses until he was sure the werewolf was down. His wand was still leveled at the werewolf. He wanted to end this one's life personally. He had turned more than a few good witches and wizards just because he got a kick out of it.
But then he sighed and lowered his wand. He was a DOM agent who technically didn't even exist. He could not take these men with him. They had to be handled by the Aurors and they would be imprisoned for life after a trial.
Harry made up his mind a moment later.
He cast another round of powerful stunner on the group and undid the transfiguration on Snape as well before ensuring that he too, wouldn't be waking up for the next hour at least.
"Expecto Patronum!" A giant silver dragon came soaring out of his wand and turned to face him, its ferocious face and smoldering eyes boring into Harry's. "Antonin Dolohov, Rosier senior and a whole lot more of the dark lord's followers are in the Riddle House at Little Hangleton. Come soon or they will escape. Alert code 707. Take this message to Croaker at the ministry. Go!"
The mighty dragon vanished leaving a silvery mist behind.
Harry took a deep breath and looked back at the house. Talk about a hair-raising mission, he thought wearily and quickly left through the hole in the ward and hid himself about fifty meters away, watching the events to follow with baited breath.
Exactly ten seconds later, multiple pops traveled through the air and a dozen Aurors, led by Mad Eye Moody, silently slipped through the wards and entered the house, their wands drawn.
The seconds turned to minutes and a full fifteen patient minutes later, green light flashed through the windows of the house followed by a few shouts and bangs. The duel lasted a few seconds and a minute later, all the Death Eaters Harry had subdued along with Antonin Dolohov, one of the most feared Death Eater in Voldemort's ranks, were paraded out of the house and portkeyed away, to a ministry prison cell.
Harry felt proud of himself. But he had also blown his cover in a way by sending the alert to the DOM. Alert 707 was a code known only to the inner circle of unspeakables whose job was the same as his and the fact that it came from someone they didn't know was going to lead them to investigate.
Harry sighed and casually threw the transfigured ring away. The magic would fade after a while and Harry was curious to see what Snape would do. The time to reveal himself to the department was getting close and he wasn't going to do it until it was absolutely necessary.
Taking a deep breath, Harry looked into the moon lit sky and pumped a fist silently in the air. The Riddle house was a huge victory. He should have investigated it sooner but there was no point dwelling on the past. First he had taken down Malfoy senior, now it was a group of inner circle death eaters. Voldemort was going to be furious but he would never know who was responsible for his second massive setback. The dark lord's secret plans were failing and he would no doubt be losing his temper soon enough and Harry knew the magical world had to be extra cautious. He could not allow Voldemort to rise.
But for now Harry decided he deserved a break. And to celebrate he decided to invite Lily and the recently broken up Alice Selwyn to Hogsmeade for Christmas Eve. He knew exactly how to fix a broken heart.
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24th Dec 1977
Lily and Alice had accepted his invitation and after a lovely breakfast served by the busty beauty that was Rosmerta, Harry invited the two girls to his room upstairs.
"Forward much Harry?" Lily asked jokingly. She was dressed as a sexy elf and Harry's boner was straining against his pants. Lily clearly knew how to make the best of an occasion.
Alice had chosen simple jeans and a checked shirt and had a glum look on her face.
"The best way to fix a broken heart," Harry said, opening his door and leading them in. "Is to have a mind blowing threesome," he finished and locked the door.
Lily and Alice were stunned. Harry just smiled. It was a smile that had been invented by James and mastered by Harry. It was a smile to make girls go weak.
"Oh alright," Alice said after a beat and began to take her clothes off.
"Alice!" Lily gasped.
"Oh come on," Alice said, unbuttoning her shirt. "Where's your sense of adventure now?"
Lily couldn't argue against that and Alice's lithe body was turning her on. She stared and then with disbelief joined Alice in taking her clothes off.
Harry's mouth went dry when they were down to the buff. He hadn't expected them to go along with his idea.
Alice had a beautiful light and athletic body that was more linear than curvy. Her hair was the color of hay that almost reached her waist and it framed a sharp oval face that was vibrant with life. She was slim, had naughty little breasts with long nipples which were begging to be sucked. Her hip was narrow and legs long, between which was a slit covered by neatly trimmed blonde hair. The slit was between the puffy lips of her pussy which were glistening with the juices born out of sexual desire.
Harry's eyes traveled up and down her body measuring the stark differences with Lily, who was what almost every male dreamed about. Curves in the right places, breasts that jiggled with every step she took, an arse that women would kill to replicate and juicy thighs that tapered smoothly into perfect calves.
"Are you done masturbating your mind?" Alice asked; her voice low and seductive.
Harry grinned and slowly removed his clothes, revealing himself to the naked women.
Alice and Lily shuddered with excitement when he removed his shirt to reveal his muscled arms and packed stomach that showed the contours of his abs with every breath. Of went the pants and the boxers and they giggled when his semi hard cock bounced in the open. He had powerful legs and his green eyes, so similar to Lily's, were burning with lust. He was a head taller than both the girls and Alice was an inch above Lily.
"So who's the first to bring this bad boy to attention?" Harry asked jovially, pointing at his throbbing cock.
"How about both?" Lily said, biting her lip sexily.
Harry went from semi to rock hard.
The two women walked towards him, swaying their hips seductively, with lusty eyes that begged to be fucked cross eyed.
Lily stopped beside him, giving room for Alice to get on her knees in front of his cock and placed her lips on his. Harry snaked his hand around her waist pulling her in, allowing her breasts to press into his side while they exchanged tongue. It was a slow and deep kiss that neither was wanting to stop until Alice placed her mouth on his cock and slid in inside.
Harry groaned into Lily's mouth, squeezing her arse and shivered at the pleasurable sensations that ran up from his cock. He gasped and shuddered when Alice widened her mouth and took all of his seven inches inside into her throat.
"Holy shit, Alice!" Lily gasped in awe.
Alice pulled back breathing deeply and smirked at them from below. She slid his cock into the warmth of her mouth and took him deep again, letting her nose bump against his pelvis.
Harry gasped and placed his hand on her head to take balance. Lily just stared at Alice with her mouth open as the short haired blonde took him over and over again right down to his hilt. Every time she drew back, his cock was dripping with her saliva. The loud slurping sounds, the feeling of sinking into her throat coupled with Alice sticking her tongue out and somehow licking part of his balls was too much for Harry. His balls tightened and he exploded, blowing his load down her throat.
Alice grimaced and withdrew quickly, letting the remaining load spray onto her tiny breasts. She took in deep breaths and smirked superiorly at Harry who had his eyes clenched while orgasmic pleasure rushed through his body.
"Bloody hell!" Harry gasped. "This is the first time I've come undone so quickly!"
"If you want to last this night with us you're going to need help," Alice said slyly. She then hurried to the robes and grabbed her wand. Harry and Lily were treated to the sight of a tight arse and wet pussy when Alice bent over.
Alice whispered a spell, aimed at his cock and instantly his cock was back to full power. "Now you cum only when I want you to cum," she said evilly. Harry was still breathing harshly and Lily was still awestruck.
Suddenly Harry broke out of the spell Alice had just dropped on him and he grabbed the still Lily and kissed her passionately. He stretched a hand and yanked Alice towards him before kissing her hard. His cock poked against her stomach and one hand was groping Lily's large breasts while the other slipped between Alice's legs, cupping her pussy and rubbing it.
Lily captured Alice's lips and the two hot women engaged in an incredibly hot make out session.
Harry was incredibly aroused by this incredible threesome he was suddenly part of. Lust commanded him to take over and he grabbed both women and pushed them onto the bed. They fell over the soft mattress with a squeal and Harry jumped over them kissing their lips, neck and breasts alternately with frenzied passion.
Lily and Alice pushed their heads up and with flushed, excited expressions; they watched Harry trail bruising kisses down their bodies. They raised and spread their legs, giving him access to the glistening, perfect tight pussies and Harry dipped his tongue into Lily's canal while rubbing Alice's clit with his thumb. He pushed a finger into Lily's pussy and buried his head between Alice's slim legs eliciting a shriek and gasp of pleasure from them.
"Look at him go Alice," Lily moaned as his finger curled and brushed against the highly sensitive nerves inside her pussy. "Have you ever seen a guy so enthusiastic about shoving his tongue into your cunt!?"
Alice just groaned and drew her legs further back, pushing her pussy into his face and grabbing his hair to make sure he didn't stop. His tongue was touching all the right spots, arousing the liquid fire in her belly. "Fuck me already," she moaned. "Lily, you'll get your chance. His cock ain't gonna go down anytime soon."
Harry pulled back and looked into her sky blue eyes grinning. "As you wish you sexy little beast," he growled.
Lily sat on her haunches and Harry pulled Alice to the edge of the bed. He summoned his wand and raised the level of the bed to his waist level and stood at the edge. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her level with his cock.
"Put it in," Lily said excitedly. She was feeling so hot by just watching her best friend about to get fucked by her other best friend. "Fuck her hard Harry!"
Harry pushed inside and his mind was assaulted with a flood of hormones originating from his sex organs. He groaned and grabbed her waist as he pushed in further. Alice was so wet and so aroused that he was able to slide in completely, experiencing a rising sexual high as he did. Her pussy was opening itself to him and her canal was throbbing all around his cock.
"Fuck, Alice," Harry gasped. He grasped her slim waist firmly and his fingers almost touched each other around her waist. With an iron grip, he reared back and thrust into her hard, burying himself deep. He pulled back and thrust again, gasping every time. He went slow but hard for the first couple of minutes and every thrust brought out a whimper of building pleasure from Alice.
Lily sat up against the bed and started to finger her clit with lusty eyes.
Harry increased his pace and he could feel his balls churning as he rammed into her faster and harder.
"Hnn... ahhh... god!" Alice gasped. He was fucking her so hard that it physically hurt and mentally brought her closer to orgasm with every slap of pelvic against pelvic. Being skinny her bones rattled with every pump and they hurt Harry too.
But neither cared. They were high with lust and pleasure. She was screaming. He was roaring and then he exploded inside her.
"Jesus Christ!" cried Harry as he fell atop the orgasming Alice, "Holy fucking hell!"
Two feet away, Lily shuddered as her fingers brought her to a mini orgasm. Her breath came in short and her eyes were wide with awe and fascination.
Fascination at the writhing and gasping Alice and awe to see that Harry's cock was still rock hard. Harry too was stunned. His cock felt like wilting, his mind felt tired and his balls felt dry but what he saw was contrary to what he felt.
Below him, Alice chuckled. She had the look of a throughly fucked slut. "Your cock stays hard and your balls full until I release the spell."
Harry gulped and Lily whooped.
"Where's your enthusiasm now Harry," she mocked.
Harry growled. No one insulted his ability to make a woman putty in his hands. He got off Alice and tackled a shrieking and laughing Lily to the bed. He flipped her around and pulled onto her knees and hands and pushed her face into the mattress below allowing her soft and bubbly arse to stick out in the air and reveal her puffed up red cunt to him. Harry rubbed his cock along the length of her pussy while holding her down with one hand.
"You asked for it," he grunted and pushed all the way into her cunt. It wasn't long before he was hammering her pussy, while she moaned continuously and he was gasping for breath.
Alice grinned evilly as Harry went nuts on Lily. It was going to be a long afternoon.