Harry Potter and the Mothers' Intriguing Life Flings

Chapter 2

Co-Writer GreyKing46

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It was a few moments later, Harry was resting on something soft which kept his head elevated. He thought he was resting on a soft pillow...but it felt more solid than that. He could even feel someone stroking his hair.

As he looked up, all he could see was a pair of massive breasts in his view.

"Hmm!" Harry squeaked as he looked up, catching the woman's attention

"You're awake." The woman, who was Death, sighed in relief. "I was worried."

"It. It wasn't a dream?" Harry asked. "Though...I HAVE slept a LOT today."

"No, it's not a dream, Master." Death hushed gently and helping him up. "And you HAVE had quite the ordeal."

"W... What is even going on?" He gulped

"You want to know how you've returned to the past?" Death asked calmly as she looked into Harry's eyes.

"Yes." He nodded

"Very well." Death answered, composing herself so she would speak clearly to tell Harry. "You destroyed a Time-Turner, by using the spell 'Sectumsempra', doing this caused the magic within the device to fracture itself and open up a portal into the past."

Harry nodded, not wanting to interrupt as he might miss something.

"But doing this is extremely dangerous, any who try are removed from time and forgotten entirely. BUT when you went through, it was only AFTER your possessions went in first." Death explained. "The Invisibility Cloak, your wand, The Marauder's Map and the 'Half-Blood Prince's' potions book. THESE became your anchors."

"'Anchors'? Like...They held me down?" Harry asked nervously.

"Correct. Each one of these items is an anchor to a point in time. The Cloak exists with me and therefore exists through all time, so it is not MUCH of a reliable means of an anchor. Your wand was created prior to 1991, so that makes it MUCH more recent for you to be in the present." Death nodded and continued

"And...These?" Harry asked, pointing to the map and the book.

"These were created within this time era, and therefore a much sturdier anchor to hold you here." Death answered

"But...Why NOW? Of all locations, why NOW?" Harry asked. "It was March when I left."

"That is partly your doing. You were in your OWN 6th year before you came here. Since all four of the anchors came together, Time locked on to this point in time when all were here." Death explained. "But...it is also because of my brother, Time. He has OCD and found it apt to bring you here, at the start of the 6th year."

"Y-Your brother. Is Time?" Harry gulped, trying to take this all in.

Death nodded. "I have many brothers and sisters, but I am the oldest."

"Really?" He blinked

"Well Time is my twin, but I am older." She nodded

Harry nodded almost dumbly but found it interesting. "So...I messed up. Right?" Harry asked

"In a sense." Death answered. "But, you have suffered much in your last few years." She reached up and cupped his cheek gently, it wasn't icy cold or body, but warm and soothing.

"But. One thing is still bothering me. Why did you come?" Harry asked

"I came because of your cloak, having two of the same identical cloaks drew my attention." She answered as she lowered her hand to the bed. "I thought someone was trying to disrupt Fate's work."

"Oh...yeah, you did say 'Why are there two?'" Harry answered. "But what do I do now? I mean...How am I your Master?" He asked

"It... Is a long story."

"Oh." Harry frowned. "Well. I think you can tell me in your own time." He answered. "I...I don't want to pressure you."

"You aren't." Death gave a small smile.

"Sorry. I'm not...Used to talking to girls that aren't friends." Harry admitted, blushing, trying to maintain eye contact, but his mind seemed to wander down to her ample bosom.

"It's fine." Death answered.

"I-I have to get to the Great Hall. I mean. How does my being here, affect school?" Harry asked. "Do I still have to go?"

"There is no way for you to get back to your time." She said sadly "In a way, your time no longer even exists. So I am sorry, you are stuck here. And if you wish to have a life, you require going to school."

Harry felt his stomach sink to the floor. Had he REALLY destroyed the future? He could never return...Ron, Hermione. Everyone he knew. He felt himself almost coil into himself. He was supposed to save people...not erase them.

He shuddered at this realisation before he felt Death embracing him in a hug. "It will be alright, Master. I will be here with you." She assured "If you wish... I can pretend to be your mother, legally. To assist with your schooling and signing anything you require."

"I...Thank you. I'd appreciate it." Harry smiled almost welling up that Death would go out of her way to do this for her.

Death nodded, kissing his forehead gently "It is okay Master." She smiled

"I guess...I should talk to Professor Dumb-" Harry began to speak only for Death to interrupt

"Go to Professor McGonagall."

"Huh? Why?" Harry responded, confused by why she said that.

"It's nearing the time for the students to arrive, you've only got three hours before they get here. Go to Professor McGonagall." Death implored him.

"... okay." He sighed

"I shall explain everything to her if she does not believe you." She added

Harry nodded at that. "So...How will you be coming with me? I mean...You don't really...LOOK like a mum." Harry answered nervously, trying to find the right words.

"Oh? You mean my boob-window cloak isn't good enough for you?" Death asked, almost teasing him, but also knew what he meant. "I can change my appearance so it's not a problem."

"Okay." He nodded, trying not to stare

Death surrounded herself in darkness, changing her appearance to a more suitable form.

As it subsided, Death now had medium length brown wavy hair, green eyes, wearing a sweater and jeans with black shoes. Her pale white skin was now a soft pink; she could definitely pass as Harry's mother with the way she looked.

"Is this better?" Death asked

"Yeah." He gulped

Death soon got up and brushed herself off. "Are you ready to go?" She asked

Harry nodded almost dumbly and got up, but realised he didn't have his tie.

"Here, let me." Death answered, fixing his tie for him.

She patted his chest softly, a proud look in her eyes "There you go."

Harry blushed gently and felt really nervous. He didn't know how to respond with this.

"Don't forget your things." Death spoke motherly to him.

"Huh? Oh-oh right. Okay." Harry answered, grabbing his wand and packed them into a bag that the Room had provided.

"This place is bloody amazing." He commented

Death smiled at that and looped her arm around Harry's, trying to act like a mother.

Harry blushed slightly and nodded, leading the way and closing the door behind them.

The door vanished and the two went off to find Professor McGonagall. Hopefully, they would find her in her Transfiguration classroom.

With each step, Harry slightly seized up.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Death asked gently

"This feels WEIRD. I-I've never done this before." Harry answered honestly.

"Done what?"

"Have...Have a parent. I mean, Mrs Weasely's been nice but...I feel like I'm borrowing her from Ron." Harry answered. "It feels...different. You being here for me."

Death simply stroked his head, not arguing

Harry sighed in relief, feeling reassured by his new mother. Death led the way as they saw Professor McGonagall working in her book. "Professor McGonagall?" Harry spoke to catch her attention

"Ah, Potter. I see you've...I'm sorry Ma'am, but I don't believe you're supposed to be here." Professor McGonagall spoke, looking at Death.

"I apologise Professor, but...I wished to talk to you about my son, Harry." Death responded respectfully.

"Your son?" Professor McGonagall looked at her and Harry. "Mrs Potter, I presume?"

"Ms., but yes." She nodded

"Oh, very well. What did you want to talk about?" Professor McGonagall asked

"It's about him joining the sixth year." Death answered.

"Joining the-You want him to join Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall asked

"He's quite bright, and he's had lessons up to his fifth year." Death answered honestly.

"And I have been at Hogwarts before." Harry nodded

"Oh, well. That'll help with the transition." Professor McGonagall answered. "And what was your house?"

"I was in Gryffindor." Harry answered honestly.

"But as I said before, I have never seen you before."

"Allow me." Death smiled, tapping Professor McGonagall's forehead gently

Harry blinked in shock, seeing what Death was doing.

Instead of it being like the 'Imperius Curse' that Harry was shown two years ago, Professor McGonagall's eyes dilated and returned to normal. Like she had just woken up from a dream.

"Oh... Oh my... Time travel?" She muttered under her breath, like she did not want to believe it but could not deny it

Death nodded gently. "But it MUST be kept a secret."

"Of course. I...I can't believe it." Professor McGonagall answered. "Very well...You'll be included into Gryffindor House, Mr Potter."

"Thank you professor." He nodded gently

"I hope you've gotten all your supplies?" Professor McGonagall asked

"I...well. The Room of Requirement's kept me up to date, but I DO have this." Harry answered, bringing out the Half-Blood Prince's potion's book.

"Ah, well...At least you have ONE lesson covered." The professor answered. "... What's the Room of Requirement?"

Harry had really put his foot in it this time. The Room was meant to be a secret...But now he had to tell her.

He laughed nervously, smiling awkwardly

"It's a room that helps students. If they have a great need for something, the room becomes prepared for what they need." Harry admitted

"I see." She nodded

"Well, considering that we'll have a problem with space with you here, Mr Potter...I think it would be alright if you stay in a separate room of your own." Professor McGonagall suggested.

"If you are sure, Professor." He nodded

"I'm certain." Professor McGonagall answered. "Now, with you here, I'll expect to see you in the Great Hall."

Harry nodded, leaving the office

'A child from the future in the past...My word.' She thought

Harry and Death walked back to the Room of Requirement. harry felt a relief that he was back at Hogwarts...but now he was in the past, seeing his dad and mum, people he would know and would learn about.

"Are you alright?" Death asked gently.

"Yes. I'm fine. Just need to be careful." Harry answered. "Or I might not exist."

Death smiled and laughed softly

Harry looked at her and was confused. "Why? Why are you laughing?" He asked in worry.

"Master that is cute of you to think but you now exist outside of time." She smiled

"I...I do?" Harry asked

"Of course. Since you destroyed the Time Turner with magic, it severed your connection to Time. You needn't worry about causing your erasure from existence." Death explained as she reassured him. "You can do literally anything and it will not affect your existence."

Harry's mouth was slightly agape and nodded. "Okay. Thank you...Mum." Harry answered, feeling happy saying that which made Death giggle

"Let's head back to the room. Okay?" Death asked

"Okay." Harry nodded

As we zoom out of Hogwarts, we begin to follow a moving train. A deep red locomotive named 'The Hogwarts Express'. Several cars filled with students, new and old. And we look into some of the rooms within the cars.

First was a car that had four boys, all about 16 years of age. All wearing the same black robes, with a crest that had a golden lion on a red shield.

One of the boys had shaggy black hair and black eyes, he was sitting next to another boy with short light brown haired hair with green eyes. "Wotcha Remus, I got these from the trolley." The shaggy-haired boy spoke

"Thanks, Sirius. Guys, want one?" The now named 'Remus' responded, handing over a sweet.

"Thanks. Hey, think we'll get to Hogsmead this year?" A mousy brown haired boy with blue eyes asked, he seemed to be a bit heftier than the other boys.

"Probably." Sirius answered. "Hey, James. Bertie Botts?" He asked the fourth in the car.

It was a black haired boy, with hazel eyes and glasses. He looked almost exactly like Harry! James was looking out of the window and saw the mountains. "Yeah, sure." He nodded and took one.

"What'cha doing?" Sirius asked

"Oh, thinking. Plotting. I think it's gonna be a good year." James answered as he took the sweet and chewed it...and his face scrunched up. "BLEH! Oh! Cardboard."

The four lads laughed as James spat out the sweet, all having a good laugh

Going to a different car, we see two students. One was a black haired and black eyed boy about 16 years old, he had sallow looking skin and had his head in a familiar looking book. He had the same black robes of the other students, but instead, he had a silver and green snake shield.

Opposite him was a young woman, 16 years old, long auburn hair, green eyes and a kind face. Covered in black robes and a shield depicting a golden lion. "How was your summer, Sev?"

The young man nodded and smiled gently. "Yes. You should know, you were there Lily." He answered almost quietly.

The now named Lily chuckled at that and smiled. "True. How long have you had that book?" She asked

"A while now. It's a good read." 'Sev' answered...and began to make a small note in the book.

In another car was a trio of sixteen-year-old witches, one with light brown hair that went down to her shoulders. A second with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and lastly a black-haired witch with brown eyes.

"So, Cissy, when are you gonna talk to that Malfoy boy this year?" The black haired witch asked, almost swinging her knees playfully.

"I'm not. He's...not my type."'Cissy', the blonde haired witch, answered; being composed in her answer

"That will not stop mother." The brown haired one frowned

'Cissy' nodded sadly.

"It's never fair, is it?" The black haired witch asked

"No, Bella...it isn't. But that's what being a 'Black' entails." Cissy answered.

"Maybe there's a nice person this year?" The brown haired girl asked

Bella smiled back. "I wish I had your hope, Dromeda."

"Hmm, I hope that too." Cissy whispered back.

The sisters began to look out the window and saw that they were getting closer.

We zoom out one last time, seeing the train get closer to the station at the end. But we go back to the castle, following the students, new and old go to the castle.

Back in the Room of Requirement, Harry and Death were sitting next to each other as Harry read the Marauder's Map and his Potions book. "It's time, Harry." Death whispered.

"It is?" He asked, closing it.

She nodded gently. "Now, do your best. Don't get into trouble."

Harry smiled at her gentle fussing. He knew she meant well.

To be continued

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