Normality Harry
It is based off another story I've read on here. I was pretty sure it had something to do with the power of normality and screwing around with the in-verse characters. Enjoy!
– Story Start –
What would he have done differently if he could do it all over again?
Harry Potter had pondered such a question all of his life, and now near the end, he truly wished he had done thing differently. Maybe, just maybe – he wouldn't be so alone.
"Hermione," Harry muttered. He gently stroked her face, leaving red trails along her cold skin. She was one of his oldest friends and confident. Another person was lying nearby, recently torn apart by a curse that he himself casted. That person too was one of his oldest friends. "I'm so sorry. I – I wish you would listen. I wish you two would listen. It didn't need to be this way. It didn't need to –
"They are coming," a voice interrupted him. It whispered deep into his mind. "Many."
"How many," Harry asked and lifted his dark green eyes. His white hair flowed along the icy wind as he looked across the field filled with bodies. They didn't understand. They refused to understand.
"Many," the voice repeated. "It must be all of them. If you prevail, there will be no one left to stop us."
"If I prevail," Harry said and raised his hands – his blood soaked hands. How many had he killed for his ideals? How many more would need to die?
"Then there would be no one left," Harry said and clenched his fingers tightly, "no one left to sacrifice."
"I did warn you about telling the others," the voice reminded. "They would not understand, and in the best case scenario, they will try to stop you. And they did – to a futile ends. It was better to live in total ignorance."
"I was wrong," Harry admitted and watched hundreds of white smoke descending. Each one spit out a person. They raised their wand and flicked towards him, sending out bolts of all manner of colors. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "I shouldn't have told them. They would probably be happier. But what's done is done."
"Are you giving up, Harry Potter?" the voice asked, "after all of this… you would simply give up?"
Harry snapped his eyes opened, and the world came to a still. "No, Erosire. I'm not giving up, not after all of this. I will undo the past and erase this future."
And maybe – maybe no one had to die.
– Normality Harry –
Harry awoke with a gasp, jerking up from his bed. His breath raspy, his lip dried, his vision blurred. It felt as if all the blood had been drained from his body. His facial complexion was ghastly, and it wasn't from the nightmare he had just suffered. It wasn't a nightmare. It was very much real – in another life.
That life was no longer. It was erased the moment he stepped into the past.
Harry looked across the room, towards a door-size mirror and blinked at his own reflection. His hair was no longer white. His skin was no longer withering away due to time. He was back to his prime, about 14 years of age. He could have gone back further if he had more preparation time. He had plenty of time now.
"I did it!" Harry called out, feeling like a teenager. He was now a teenager. "I did it! I did it! I bloody did it! I turn back the clock!"
Then there was a moment of silence. Harry remembered. Only the caster's soul was allowed to return to the past. Everything else was erased, including an imaginary friend who had kept him company for many years.
"You're no longer here," Harry muttered sadly. He would miss the voice. It did teach him some incredibly things about magic, things that he would never thought of before.
"Hey, don't kill me off just yet," Erosire said. "I'm just a voice in your head, remember. I can't die unless you die. Please don't die."
"You're still alive!?" Harry couldn't be happier.
"Harry!" a female voice shouted. The door swung opened, and at the entrance was a woman in her late 30s with bright green eyes. She was quite beautiful – just like he remembered. "What's the ruckus in the morning?"
Harry blinked. He couldn't believe his eyes. It couldn't. It shouldn't be. It was impossible. She was dead, in his timeline and also in this one. "Mum?"
"Looks like… we'd messed up," Erosire said.
"You think?" Harry growled.
"Get out of bed already," Lily Evans Potter demanded. "I know its summer, but you can't just sleep all day and night, and clean up your room!"
"Summer…?" Harry questioned and looked outside, seeing the afternoon sun trickling through the window. He took a couple of seconds to scan his room. It was a normal room – too normal. One would assume it was a Muggle's room instead of a wizard's room.
"Are you listening!?" Lily asked.
"Sorry, mum," Harry said and returned his eyes to his mother. She is one fine looking lady. I wish I was dad, getting to cuddle with her every night. Huh? Why did I think that?
"And when you're done, take a shower and lunch should be ready by then," Lily said and checked the clock. "An hour seems right?"
"An hour," Harry arched his eyes, "to clean my room and take a shower?"
Harry waved his hands and watched the scattered clothes piled upon each other and flew across the room and packed themselves into the cabinets and closest. He got out of bed, and once he did, the bed made itself. It was as if no one had slept in for many days. He then tugged his shirt, feeling the dirt and stains upon his clothes and skins vanished.
"I'm done," Harry said with a smile. Magic was always useful, and since he wasn't using a wand, the Ministry couldn't detect it. "So what's for lunch?"
Lily Evans Potter widened her eyes before fainting.
"And there's that," Erosire muttered while Harry stared at the unconscious woman. "Harry, did you feel anything from her?"
Harry crouched next to his mother and pressed a hand onto her chest to feel her heat beat. Wow, it's pretty big. I didn't notice before. Soft and firm too… what the hell am I thinking?
"Feel anything?" Erosire asked after a couple of minute. It had allowed Harry enough time to feel up his mother.
"Feel what?" Harry muttered before blinking. "Oh right… there's no magic… she has no magic?" His eyes widened slightly. The memory of the life he had never lived was allowed to absorb into his mind slowly.
"There's no magic here," Harry said as he scanned his mother's form. He realized the Harry of this world has a bit of mother complex as more and more memory merged with his own mental state. "No wizards or witches – just ordinary people."
The world that Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was vastly different from this one. For one, there was no magic in this world – at least not any that Harry had felt. For two, his parents, Lily and James Potter were both very, very much alive and well. In fact, they were very busy being alive and he found himself to be the middle child of four siblings. Apparently he now had two attractive sisters – twins.
"Very attractive," Erosire agreed as it could see and hear what was in Harry's mind. "It appears that you have some kind of incestuous urges. I will not say anything if you acted upon it."
"What?" Harry was appalled.
"This is the world you always dreamed on," Erosire said, "and you're the last wizard. You can usher in a new age of magic or let it truly die for good."
Harry narrowed his eyes and shook his head. It wasn't like he didn't thought about having sex with them – not him, the other Harry. He rubbed his head and stood up from his unconscious mother. With a wave his hands, he levitated her over to his bed to let her rest. He then looked out the window and pondered what his next step was.
– Normality Harry –
"James…" Lily muttered hazily. Her slender hand gripped the hand planted over her forehead. Her green eyes slowly opened and came face to face with her son. He was close, too close to comfort.
"Harry," Lily said softly. "Harry!"
Harry pulled his face away and took a step back as Lily jerked upwards. She checked herself and took notice of where she was resting. She recalled one minute, telling her son to clean up his room and take a shower. The next, she was on his bed. "What did you do?"
"You fainted," Harry said.
Lily stared at her son and recalled some things. She indeed did faint, but that was because she was seeing things. Her eyes widened as she remembered clearly. "You, this, that, I, I…"
"Mum," Harry said and matched her gaze. Divulging things before he was ready got him exactly where he was instead of where he should be – not that it was a bad thing if he thought more about it. His eyes shimmered with green glow.
"You were very tired and beginning to see things," Harry said slowly. "You decided to rest here until you feel better."
"Sorry, I was very tired and beginning to see things," Lily said and got out of the bed. She smiled warmly at her son. "I'm feeling much better now. Thanks you for letting me rest here. You're such a good boy, and good boy need a hug."
Lily gave him a big hug. Harry was stunned when her entire body pressed against him tightly. It made all the blood drained from his brain and went somewhere more fun. He mustered enough strength to push his MILF of a mother away from him.
"Harry? Is there something wrong, your face all red," Lily said and planted her hands, one on each side of his cheek and pressed his face together – rather cutely.
Bloody hell, I'm going to bust a nut!
"I'm fine," Harry pushed his mother's hands away. He panted and rubbed his face. "Weren't you making lunch, mum? You should go and have a look before you burn the house down."
"Oh that's right," Lily said, "how silly of me?" She hurried out the door. Just as she headed out and into the corridor, Lily turned towards her son and pointed at his crotch. "Oh Harry, you should take care of that before you come down."
"I rather you take care of it, mum," Harry snorted before blinking. His eyes were still glowing green. He immediately face palmed before looking at her eyes again. "Please go and make lunch."
Lily nodded and headed down the corridor towards the kitchen.
What would she have done if I didn't stop her?
"Would take care of it for you," Erosire answered. "Harry, you are now the single most powerful person on this planet. Whatever you want, you only need to say it. There's no need to hold back. It will never do you any good, and besides, it's not like she is your Lily."
Harry grudgingly agreed. Thanked to the new memory, he remembered her taking care of him when he was sick, the warm hugs and kisses she'd gave him when he was young, the scolding she gave him when he was mischievous. He could feel all the maternal nature from their relationship in those memories, and yet, the connection was artificial. Adding onto the lust he felt for his mother, it was growing into an unhealthy obsession.
Harry exhaled deeply and cleared his mind. His body required another method, however. "I need to take care of this, and I don't feel like using my hands. That's just wrong."
"So very wrong," Erosire agreed.
"It's not like she's my mother, right?" Harry asked.
"No," Erosire said flatly.
"Strange thing is, I don't feel bad about hypnotizing her," Harry said.
"Because it's not wrong," Erosire responded.
"It's not wrong," Harry muttered.
"It's not wrong," Erosire enforced flatly.
"It's not wrong," Harry muttered and headed out the door. He approached the kitchen and peeked in to see what his mother was doing.
"Harry," Lily called out cheerfully, not minding the fact her teenage son was looking at her strangely. She noticed the erection straining against his boxer. It was pretty obvious, but boys will be boys. "Didn't I say you should take care of that?"
"I… I couldn't," Harry said with his magical power flowing through him and giving him a faint aura, "and it beginning to hurt a little. Can you help me with his, mum?"
Lily took a moment for a word to sink in. She didn't take note of the magic radiating from her son, but it definitely affected her psych.
"Oh, poor baby," Lily said softly. "Come here Harry and let me have a look. I'm sure I can do something about it."
"Definitely," Harry swallowed. Well, all for nothing. It's not like she's my mother. If she was, she wouldn't be affected by this kind of d… magic.
Harry approached his mother. She kneeled before him and rubbed her hands over his tent. He thought he was going explode right then.
"Harry, you have to take off your pant for me to help you," Lily said, finding nothing wrong with what she was doing. In her mind, there was nothing wrong. Her son asked for help, and she would give him help – no matter what.
Harry smiled and took off his short, releasing his cock in front his mother's face. He half-thought she taken back, but she remained calm and attentive.
"That's an impressive length, Harry," Lily said and wrapped a hand around his cock and stroke it slowly, intending to make it grows bigger.
"Oh, that feels good, mum," Harry muttered and buckled his hips, fucking her hands. "It beats jacking off any day."
"Of course," Lily responded and stroke faster, causing Harry to moan.
"Uh… mum," Harry uttered as pre-cum oozed form the tip, soaking her stroking hand.
"Yes, Harry?" Lily asked and looked up at him.
"It's a bit dry," Harry said with a pause. "Can you add more lubrication? I hear that saliva works great."
Lily looked directly into her son's eyes and leaned down, sucking and kissing his balls with a passion. He could feel her hallowed cheeks on his balls, the warmness of her mouth spread over his sacks. And with his mother eyes still locked with his, she kissed and licked her way up the shaft, slowly leaving bit of her saliva. With a teasing look, she gradually licked her way around the tips, tasting his pre-cum and giving him a smirk.
Harry watched it all with a trance-like manner. His mother was kneeling in from of him, slobbering his cock and drenching her saliva all over it. In his widest dream, he would never imagine this could happen, ever.
"There's honey, how do you feel Har–
With a hand on top of her head, Harry gasped as his cock plunged deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with force. "Oh bloody fuck, mum! Your throat is so hot!"
The warmness of her mouth made Harry groaned loudly, and with both hands on her head, he forced his mother's mouth down further, taking him all in. As soon as she gagged, he relented, letting her head up so she could take in some air.
Lily was shocked. She had never agreed to such thing. "Harry! Did you just –
"Ughmmm… your mouth feels so good, mum," Harry uttered and fucked his mother's face. His hands gripped her hair tightly as he plunging in and out of her orifice, using it to get off. He didn't feel the slaps on his thighs, telling him to stop until it was too late. "Here's it comes!"
"Harry, stop!" Lily tried to say, but only muffle came out.
Harry slammed home once more, lodging his cock in her throat and exploded violently. Lily gagged at the flooding with her mouth widened. Her eyes looked up at her son, seeing his head arched back as he climaxed.
"Fuck, mum, that was so hot," Harry uttered as he felt the flooding eased off. He slowly pulled out while stroking the last bit into her mouth. Her lips were enclosed tightly around his tip while she stared at him questioningly.
"What? You should thank me, mum. It's good for you, you should have it regularly and often," Harry said with a smile.
Lily's eyes softened at the comment. She gripped his shaft and pumped out the last drops before pulling her son's cock out with a pop. She rolled her tongue in the teenager batter, tasting the richness before swallowing with a smile. "It taste really good, Harry. Thank you for doing this."
Harry could only chuckle and dropped onto a chair. He stroked his deflated cock. "There's plenty where that came from, mum."
"That's great to hear," Lily said and licked her lips. She stood up and returned to the stove, readying the lunch once more. As she did, her son watched her with lust in his eyes. She took notice. "You shouldn't look at your mother like that, Harry. It's wrong."
Harry rolled his eyes at the remark. It was wrong, huh? He just face fucked his mum, blowing his load down her mouth, and yet, he couldn't ogle her from behind. This was very strange, but that strangeness makes it all the more arousing.
"I'm sorry, mum. I shouldn't ogle you from afar," Harry said and approached his mother. His teenager body pressed against her from behind. His cock rested between her seductive rears. His eyes stared into hers as she cocked her head back at him in shock.
"There's nothing wrong with giving my mum so affection," Harry said and snaked his hands around her body and fondle her breasts. They were nice, big and probably juicy. He would have to see if the last one was true.
"That's right. There's nothing wrong," Lily agreed and returned to preparing lunch. She hummed while her son fondled her chest and rubbing his bare cock against her ass. She found absolutely nothing wrong with it. "You are very affectionate today, Harry."
"Because you deserve it, mum," Harry whispered into her ears. His hands ripped her shirt and bra open, letting out those succulent breasts.
"Harry!" Lily immediately uttered. She was furious. Her son had just ripped her shirt and bra. Sure, he was giving her affection like a family member would. There was nothing wrong with that. Ripping her shirt was. "You can give me affection, but you cannot tear my clothes, Harry. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry, mum. It just so bloody hard gave you all the affection you deserved with these things in the way," Harry apologized as he stared directly into her eyes. Her fuming expression was rather cute. "Why do you wear them at home anyway? We're family. You don't need them when you're around me."
Lily pondered a moment. Her fury faded. "I totally forgot, Harry. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, mum," Harry replied. He slowly pulled up her skirt and rubbed her panties. His mother was soaked, and when he pushed his finger in, she let out an erotic moan. As he push in deeper, his mother bit down her finger to stifle any noise in her throat.
"Let's get this out of the way," Harry said. He wiggled his fingers under his mother underwear and pulled it slowly down. She even raised her legs, one by one, allowing him to do so. He then tore her short skirt, letting it join her shirt and bra in the heap on the floor.
"Harry, I told you not to –
"See, you feel much better without anything on, don't you?" Harry stated, making his mother agreed. He then proceeded to rub his cock between her bare bottoms. His cock was now at full mast, readying to taste the sweet forbidden nectar.
"Harry," Lily panted as her son rubbed the tip of his cock along her pussy lips. "I can't… I can't cook like this. I can't – Ugh!"
Lily gripped the edge of the stoves for balance as her son penetrated her, deeply. Her muscle tightened as he slowly pumped in and out, bottoming out each stroke. "Harry..."
"Just giving you affection, mum. It's normal between us," Harry said. He placed a hand on each side of her waist and proceeded to increase his pace, pounding his mother's snatch. He kept going faster and faster, pushing her forwards as she pushed back, meeting his thrusts.
Lily was trying not to drop all the pot and pans on the stove, but it only egged her son on. "Harry, you're so thick… so thick! You're so thick in mummy, ugh! Ugh!" Her orgasmic juices erupted out of her ravaged cunt. It ran along her long legs and dripped onto the floor amidst the slapping of skin upon skin.
"You're so fucking hot," Harry uttered as he jackhammered away. His hands gripped her breasts from behind for handles. "I wish I did this sooner!"
"Me too, Harry," Lily grunted and panted. "I wish you were this affectionate every day."
"I will, mum, I will," Harry uttered as he slammed home repeatedly. His cock was throbbing madding in the chasm of where he heralded from. "I will fuck you every day, every bloody day! I swear!"
"What… what do you mean… ugh… ugh fuck, Harry?" Lily grunted.
Harry answered by gripped his mother's auburn hair, using them to pull her body arching backwards all while he pounded her cunt, filling her completely and sending ripples across her ass. "Fuck mum, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!"
"Cum!? You're going to cum!?" Lily uttered in dismay. Affection was one thing. Fucking was another – and cumming inside her was a definitely no no. "No Harry, you shouldn't! Don't cum in me!"
"Fuck MUMMMMMMMM!" Harry grunted. He could not hold back any longer and dumped his load deep inside his mother. The first eruption came out hard and fast. The second was almost faster while the third and fourth slowed and weakened.
Harry slowed his movement, raggedly plowing his mother's cunt from behind while shooting one load after another into her cunt. He panted when the ejaculation dwindled to nothing. He slowly pulled out and let thick batter following suit and ran down his mother thighs and legs.
"That was a lot," Harry admitted. Yet his erection refused to die.
"Harry," Lily whimpered. Her once brilliant green eyes became murky with tears. "I can't believe you came in me. You came in your mother!"
"It's normal, mum," Harry gulped. He needed to create a proper bridge between affection and fucking so his mother would not question it anymore. "There's nothing wrong with me fucking you and cumming inside your pussy. It's just my affectionate way of giving something back for all the things you have done for me. I love you, mum."
"I love you too, Harry," Lily muttered and wiped her eyes. "I don't what came over me."
"I could do that," Harry said. He forced his mother onto her knees while stroking his cock. His other hand was gripping her hair. "Open your mouth, mum. And remember to catch as much as you can. It really is good for you."
"Alright, sweetie," Lily complied and opened her mouth. Her tongue sticking out as her son jacked his cock in front of her face. Every now and then he pushed the head against her tongue and face fucked her. She obliged with his physical request, not making a fuss.
"Fuck yeah, I love this place!" Harry roared and plastered his lovely mother's face with seeds. The first few shots landed onto her tongue, forming fine rich white lines. Once his cock became limped, he placed it back in his mother's mouth for the much needed cleaning.
"Glad you love it, Harry," Erosire said with a smirk.
"Totally forgot you were here," Harry said and continued to impale his mum onto his cock. He found he disgust he had about his lust from before completely gone.
– Normality Harry –
"This is delicious, mum," Harry complimented and drank up the soup.
"Uhmm huhmmm," his mother replied. She was sitting between his legs, naked. Her mouth was full of hot meat.
"Don't you think so, dad?" Harry asked and eyed his father. The man looked exactly like James Potter, except he wasn't.
"Yes, it is delicious," James agreed and looked at his wife giving his son a blowjob. His son placed down the bowl and used his free hands to ram his cock into his mother's throat. "Harry, you shouldn't be too rough. Your mum is new to this affection of yours."
Harry arched his eyes at his father and increased his grip, roughly fucking his mother's mouth. His father only shook his head at his defiance, and with a below, his mother's mouth was flooded.
"Yeah, mum," Harry said and looked down at his mother. "Remember to show it to dad. See how much affection I have for you."
Lily matched her son's gaze as her orifice was filled. It took a moment for her son to finish unloading, allowing her to remove her mouth from his cock. She stood up and showed it to her husband the milky whiteness that filled her cavity.
"That's good, honey," James said with an approving nod.
"I know right?" Lily said, causing some to spill out from her lips. It ran down her chin and caught by her hands.
"You shouldn't talk with a mouthful, honey," James said and Lily promptly swallowed.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie, mummy spilled some," Lily pouted as she faced Harry. "I know you how hard you work to give me your affection and I go and wasted it."
Harry couldn't help but chuckled. He moved his seat back and gestured his mother to him. She straddled him while facing him. Harry positioned his cock to her cunt and letting his mother slowly impaled herself onto his shaft.
"I have plenty for you, mum," Harry said with a smile. His hands gripped around her bottom. With his strength, he easily lifted and slammed his mother onto his cock, coating the shaft with her juices. He proceeded to fuck her, plowing recklessly into her cunt. Soon enough, he got up and dropped his mother onto the table and proceeded to spread her cunt with abandonment.
His father continued with his meal while the table rocked back and forth, threatened to collapse under the plundering. When he finished his meal so did his son.
"Mum! Open up, open up," Harry called out and choked his cock. He pulled out hastily and crawled onto the table, straddling his mother chest. Lily Evan Potters opened mouth and stuck her tongue just before ropes after ropes of baby batter coated her face and hair.
Harry then leaned forwards, plunging his cock into his mother's mouth. "Yeah, suck my cock, mum, suck it all out," he said and looked towards his father. The man only smiled and turned to pay attention to his youngest child. He was gripping his cock under the table.
"Justin, do you want to show your mum some affection?"
Justin, who hadn't been hypnotized like his mother and father, lowered his eyes and nodded slowly.
Harry sweat dropped at seeing the 12 years old climbing onto the table and taking off his clothing. While he was young, he was only young physically. His mind was that of an adult. His brother was not. The boy was genuine a twelve year old.
In the end, Harry thought: What the hell. Who cares? What's happened in the family stays in the family.
"Come here, bro," Harry said and spilled the last drop into his mother's open mouth. "Let's give mum our affections. And afterwards, we will visits our big sisters at Hogwarts and give them some affection too."
Lily made no fuss and began blowing her youngest son. His cock swelled slowly, but didn't reached the length that his older brother had – at least, without a little magic.
"This is awesome, mum!" Justin called out as he gripped his mother's auburn hair for balance. He then pounded his mother face, nested his thick cock deep in her throat. He looked down at his elder brother from above.
"Hey, Harry, can we give Hermione some affection too? She's really hot," Justin asked.
"You little devil," Harry said and continued to bounce Lily on top of him. His dad had long retired to his room, allowing his wife to be raped by their two sons without question.
"We can't?"
"Sure we can," Harry said and recalled Hermione. She was pretty much the same as his Hermione, the miss know-it-all. She also skipped several grades, now in the same classes as his sisters.
"What about Luna?" Justin asked and winced. He slammed into his mother's mouth and let the juices flow in masses. He loved the sensation and would do it again as he was able.
Lily swallowed frantically as her throat was flooded once more. She loved every moment of it. Her sons were giving her so much affection.
"I don't see why not," Harry said with a shrug. He continued to slam his mother onto his shaft with a vengeance. "Fuck, here's it comes."
"Fill me up, Harry! Fill me up!" Lily screamed as soon as her mouth was freed. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the warmness her son gave her flooding her insides.