AN: First of all, thanks to AWR and Finkaness for the beta reading.
Second, a note about characters acting OOC, as some people complained. Well, there is a reason why this is an AU, is literally another universe, not canon! Some bad people are good, some good people are really bad, so don't expect all characters to be the same as in the books. Not all fics must be exactly like the canon. Harry will actually notice how some people are acting weirdly, is part of the fun! Anyways, I hope you enjoy one more chapter in our little tale, (also, the last one with imprisoned Harry, I promise lol)
Also, lemons!
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 04
In Between Days
A beautiful and blushing red Rose joined her family and Hermione for lunch at the big kitchen that day. Remus had the most evil grin on his face, while Bella just giggled at her. Hermione on the other hand, was pouting again. Granger was really starting to look like Pansy.
"You know, if you're having trouble remembering how to activate the silencing charms…" Remus started.
"Oh haha, blimey Moonie!" Rose blushed even harder, while Remus started laughing. Hermione scoffed.
"Oh, come on Hermione…" Bella touched the girl's shoulder. "It's not like you don't know how this family works, Loosen up a bit."
Hermione sighed and started filling her plate. Rose looked at Bella and rolled her eyes, something was happening with her friend.
Bella however, found this to be an interesting evolution of events. Bella knew her stepdaughter all to well. The Black Household was, at least for this generation, very open minded and comfortable with magical and sexual behaviour, especially after Bella married James. Rose had told Bella she broke up with Cedric two years ago because he wouldn't participate or even contemplate sharing Rose's fantasies. When the girl said she wanted to WATCH him with another girl, the boy lost it, and called her a whore. Cedric almost gave up on completing his task after the amount of hexes he endured from Rose and her friends. It seemed like the Weasley twins had been more fun the year before, even though, their adventures caused a small rift between the families. After the family found out about Rose's situation, dating both at the same time, the divide began. But in Rose's own words, they were good only in small doses. Then, there was Neville, and their come and go situation. Rose said it had more to do with how their magic felt good together, and the fact she loved to watch him and Hannah together. Hermione was trying, but it seemed to Bella that even if her daughter loved to watch others, she was simply not interested in girls that way.
All in all, it made what Bella had decided to do easier. The older witch herself, being somewhat of a free spirit. Molly "Prude Queen" Weasley had even accused her of influencing the girl to become what she called a 'scarlet woman'. Poor Molly, she didn't know, but Bella was the one who got it from the Potters, not the other way around. With a soft smile, she remembered James and Lily, and their adventures.
One day, she would sit with Remus and Pol, and scare both Harry and Rose for life with their stories.
"Mom…" Rose's voice brought her back from memory lane. "Please, don't let old Brian take Harry. He and that greasy bitch would just study him like a guinea pig. He saved us."
"Rose! Don't talk like that about professor Snape and headmaster Dumbledore, they are teachers!" Hermione admonished, to which Rose only waved her hand.
"What's up with you and teachers now Mione? You are smarter than that! Why are you acting like that?" Rose asked.
Remus looked with an raised eyebrow to Bella, before nodding. To Bella, that only cemented her decision.
.OvO.
At saint Mungo's hospital, inside the severe curse treatment, Susan Amelia Bones woke up, weeks before expected. She was in a bed with white sheets, dressed in a baby blue scrub, and her hair was a mess. All her body was hurting because of the curse launched at her by Sirius "No Name", and yet, against all odds, Susan knew she had to wake.
She had dreamed of him again, the person she watched grow from a scared little kid trapped inside a cupboard under the stairs into a powerful wizard, and later a deadly warrior. Her Harry, her savior.
Her aunt Amelia, the professors, and all mental mediwizards she visited in her infancy said he didn't exist, he was just an imaginary friend she created to cope with the death of her parents and the loneliness of her earlier years, and he would vanish with time, as she grew up. But the dreams had never gone away. They grew up together in their dreams, she saw when Harry got to Hogwarts and meet another Susan, almost like her. But she scoffed at him, calling Harry the heir of Slytherin. That was when he decided his Susan, the one he screamed about, was just a fantasy of his mind. But how could she be a dream of his, if he was a dream created by her?
Now, she had dreamed of herself, looking down from the ceiling in the veil chamber, to her own cursed and broken body, and aunt Bella being tossed into the scary thing, when he came and save her. Her Harry. Walking through it. He looked so confused and lost. Harry had came and Susan was dying, her magic had almost completely abandoned her. But the powerful magic burst caused by Bella and him had saved her. He recharged her magic, and before she knew she was back on her body.
And now, she was awake. And he was here!
"Or no? What if it was just another dream, and he really doesn't exist? But I can feel his magic inside me…" She thought, resting her head on the pillow. Before she could think anything more, a nervous medwitch entered the room, with a nurse and started making her questions.
"Maybe it was all just a dream…" Sue sighed.
Susan sighed, she missed Rose and Hannah.
.OvO.
After a somewhat lonesome lunch, Harry laid on his comfortable bed, (He really didn't remember Grimmauld place to have such nice beds) and with his overflowing magic somewhat a little sateded, he tried to think about something other the his pretty other female self cumming in the next room.
First thing he thought was about his weird magical behavior. Would he need the kind of release to settle it down for now on? Even so, it was such a small relief he feared it would have to be too frequent. If that proved true, he may had to look forward to an embarrassing talk with Bella, and that was not something he was very keen to. Another thing was the decision he had reached after all this time.
Harry was determined to not let Rose go through the horrors he had in his own past life, or dimension, or time line, whatever, (were was Luna when you needed a crazy theory?) he has been through too much death and sorrow, and no one deserved that. His heart hunched with the forming pain from his memories, but he pushed the it aside, like he had done many times in the past. "At least for now…" He promised himself for the hundredth time.
For that, he would help Rose in everything he could. Even fight by her side. And for this to work, the first thing he needed was to learn all the differences between their lives. Some of those were very obvious. First she was a pretty and hot girl, not a weird nerd. Second, she was not raised by the Dursleys, that much he could deduce. Third, Bellatrix was not crazy, nor evil. And she was pretty hot as well. Yet, this was too little. Once he gained the trust of those people, he would start asking, like if Rose participated on the triwizard tournament. The memories of his own lady treating to break his concentration.
Harry barely remembered something about a task, a price to pay for being alive and free here. Well, if they want something done, the old ones, or the outer gods or whoever brought him here would have to be a little more specific sometime in the future.
There was not a dark lord here, but a dark lady. Harry smiled, thinking in who else was gender bent here. He imagined a female Shacklebolt and a male Tonks, and shivered at the image of a female Snape.
Harry was in for a ride.
.OvO.
A panting Daphne Ann Greengrass removed her hand from inside her black panties, and watched the shining stick fluids run through her fingers. That have been an intense orgasm. The young artist had climaxed from her drawings before, but none like this one. And this one was not even the most erotic sketch she had made from this particular subject.
Said subject was a boy, a boy she didn't even knew in real life, but had inhabited her dreams and fantasies for as long as she could remember. In the sketch the young witch had just finished, he was there, with his messy hair and toned body, full of scars, seat on a bed. Her mother could never see this one, as said model was holding a full flagged erection on his right hand, with an expression of bliss in his face. Drawing it had been so exciting, that as soon Daphne finished it, she had to touch herself into completion.
Now settled, Daphne held her sketchbook with a more critical look, as it's normal for artists, criticizing her own work, looking for flaws and ways to improve. "He look a little like Rose…" She thought. And like Susan's dream boy as well. The witch flipped through the past pages, this particular sketchbook was filled with images of this peculiar subject. Riding a broom, reading from a polemic books, holding a wand, running from a fat kid in an alley when he was younger, building a tent in a forest (and for some odd reason he looked a good year older than her at the time), and standing by a tomb -she couldn't say whose- near a beach somewhere, cleaning his glasses, in one he was kissing a girl who looked remarkably like her, in other a different one. And, in more than one he was engaged in sex with one or both of them. She would never admit, but those were Daphne's favorites, and the reason almost no one, save some of her close friends, had ever saw this particular sketchbook.
She sighed and placed the sketchbook inside her trunk, before shrinking it. Tomorrow, Daphne and most of the school, were going to take the Express back to London, those last days had been a drag without Rose and Sue around, and she wondered if they were ok, the stories about the ministry attack sounded terrifying, and she was worried to death for her two friends.
Suddenly she heard a scratching on the window, and turned to see an beautiful white owl outside, one she knew all too well. Daphne ran and opened the window for her, with a smile.
"Hello Hedwig, you got something for me?" She asked, and the owl barked proudly, extending her leg.
.OvO.
Harry was reading one of the history books he had requested to Kreacher after a healthy dinner, (He was actually impressed by how well the Blacks eat here.) when he heard a knock on the door.
"You can enter." he called from the bed, closing the book.
The door opened to reveal Bella in her silk and very short red and black yukata. Harry felt his magic pulsing, and quickly placed the book over his groin. "She is doing that to kill me slowly, that's the only explanation." Again he found himself trying (and miserably failing) not to look to the white valley between her breasts, or how they moved when she walked, or how the fabric over her hips ended just below a promise of beauty and lust.
He was eating well and his guards were gorgeous women.
Best. Prison. Ever
Bella noticed the effect she caused on him, and gave a mischievous smile. She leaned, resting her bum on the small table besides the door, giving him a small glimpse of what was underneath her clothes.
"I just came check on you Harry. Are you ok?"
"Hum, I guess, why do you ask?"
"Well, you seemed to have some… activity this morning, with a small magical backlash."
"So, she IS watching me." He thought, blushing into a Weasley shade of red. "It was… nothing… Sorry for that…"
"Hey, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about. Specially because you were not the only one." Bella changed her weight from one leg to another. Her grin grew even wider.
"Is… is Rose ok?" he asked, feeling the déjà-vu again, but it was shattered when he heard:
"Yes, I am." Harry could see the girl peeking from the door just outside the room, also blushing. She was wearing her over sized Sex Pistols shirt. She leaned on the door, with a dreamy look. Harry was relieved she didn't see what he was doing when she screamed.
"Ok Harry, I will ask it once." Bella said in a more serious tone, hoping to get serious before the teens started flirting. "Are you here to help us?"
"Yes." He answered without a flinch. His whole expression had changed, gone was the confused teen, Harry looked like a fighter now, one who had seen battle, had won and lost, Bella could recognize the fire in his eyes, a fire that only the Potters had. She gave him a predatory smile. The witch loved those eyes. With James it always meant a great fight, or amazing sex, and Bella hoped for both here. Rose on her part was astonished to see the shy boy disappear and be replaced by what looked a seasoned warrior, in a way she only ha seen on her mother and Remus before. The teen witch didn't know if she felt more excited, or fearful. Even his magic seemed to change around them, from welcoming to something fierce and protective.
Bella nodded at Harry. That was the answer she was hoping for.
"Good. Try to take some rest, tomorrow we will have an uphill battle against Dumbledore and the order."
"Story of my life for the last couple years. The Ministry trying to discredit me, the Order trying to chaffe me...us. Been there, suffered that." Harry responded with a shrug. He knew what would come, and he was ready.
Bella got up and straightened her yukata 'accidentally' giving Harry a quick glance at her puffy lips and a hint of her pubes. Harry groaned a little too loud.
Rose and Bella giggled.
"Good night Harry."
"Have nice dreams…"
Best prison ever indeed.
.OvO.
People could say Rose Potter was many things, pervert, loud, prankster, fierce, loyal… but there was something no one, not even her greatest haters could say she was, and that was a coward. But, looking at Harry that night, knowing who he was and feeling his magic shifting, she was sure of one more thing. Rose was not a warrior.
Harry was. And that scared her. Bella noticed the uneasy frown on her stepdaughter's face after they left the boy's room.
"Want to tell me something?" The older witch asked. Rose looked at her, with doubtful eyes before giving in.
"The way he changed when you asked if he would help us… it was almost like another person, the fire in his eyes…"
"I noticed…"
"I wonder which Harry is the real one…"
Bella ran a hand over Rose's messy hair and smiled, she could see how confused she was, just like Lily, at the beginning of the war, before she herself joined in the fight.
"Both are, Rose. Harry had fought before, and he's ready to fight again, but at the same time, he still is the shy blushing nerd we met. He fought a war dear, like Remus and I did." Rose bit her lip, and Bella raised an eyebrow. "What else Ro? You can tell me…"
Rose took a deep breath.
"I… I feel incredibly inadequate right now…"
"Why?!" A surprised Bella asked.
"I realized I am not like that mom… I am not a warrior… do I need to become one like him? Can I even do it? What if I can't? So many people are counting on me and…"
"Shhh…." Bella said, hugging her daughter. "Don't think like that dear. You are not the same people, and you are as fierce and powerful as they come. Look at me Rose…" Bella locked her purple eyes into Rose's emerald green ones. "I know that look Rose, and the price he had to pay for it was too high, one I don't want you to pay, and if I felt his magic correctly, neither does Harry. You are stronger than you can even imagine, and with our help, nothing will stand in your way."
Rose hugged her stepmother tightly, with a smile on her face.
"Thank you…" She whispered. Rose was not a warrior, it was true, but she would become one for her mother and everyone she loved.
.OvO.
Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself, she knew something was wrong the instant her magic interacted with his. Something had clicked inside her head, and it was driving her crazy, and not in a good way. Hermione was sure whatever happened to her was also happening to Rose.
Her Rose.
But Hermione would save Rose from the boy, if he was even a boy.
.OvO.
A couple hours later, Harry was still awake on his bed, looking at the ceiling, his mind flashing with images of yutaras, band shirts and lips, both up and lower. "Here I go again, on my own." Harry grumbled, half consciously quoting one of Rose's songs from earlier today. But this time he would use his shower. Partly to mask his groaning and moaning, and partly because his tense muscles demanded it, loudly, as his back cracked when he got up. Bella was kidding him, it would be impossible to sleep in this state.
Harry walked into the small shower adjunct to his room. He turned the hot water and let it hit his tired back muscles with a groan, getting lost on his own thoughts. This was a new different world, and even his magic was acting weird now. He was so lost in his own mind that he failed to hear the door opening and closing, and only the touch of soft, but determined hands on his back brought him back to reality with a startle.
"You seem to have had a hard live..." Bella said in a husky voice into his ears, her hands running up and down his black. "I hope one day you feel comfortable enough to tell me what happened." Harry froze in place, he couldn't believe that was happening.
"W... what are you doing?" Harry asked, a little scared, but he could feel his body and his magic responding in kind to her touch.
"Welcoming you, and properly thanking you for saving my life." Her hands started running through his chest, and he felt her soft lips on his neck and shoulders, the feeling of her soft, warm breasts pressed against his back felt delicious after so long, making his body react even harder. Harry felt her body getting closer to his, as if she wanted the most skin contact as possible.
Her hands kept running through his body, going lower and lower each time, until they reach his hips and his pubes. Bella lightly touched the base of his cock, and run the fingers all trough his length. Soft and slow, almost like she was trying to memorize every detail of his large member. Bella took a deep breath, it had been a while since she had a Potter cock on her hands, and by Morgana, she missed it.
"I guess I will enjoy this as much as you..." She said in his ears, sending shivers down his spine. In a swift movement, she grabbed his dick with both hands. Harry could not believe it. Bellatrix Lestrange, no, Bellatrix Black, was jerking his cock. She stroke all through his length, slowly at first, savoring the effect she was having on him. Bella pressed her hips on his bum, and he could feel the warm emanating from her core. "Relax now baby… you can let it go." She whispered.
Bella grabbed one of his hands, and guided it into her womanhood. Harry groaned when he felt it, first her soft, wet pubes, then the curve of her mount, and the heat from her labia. Letting his own inhibitions go, the young wizard ran his fingers through her lower lips, and with much more skill than Bella expected, started teasing her clitoris, making the witch moan.
Both stayed there, trying to find their rytmin under the hot water. As she stroked his dick, Bella was getting lost on the sensations Harry's skilful hands were giving her. It was like magic run through his fingers. instinctively the witch started moving her hips, grinding her sex in his hand, increasing the speed of her stroking. Harry moaned, and Bella bit his shoulder to muffle her own pleasure filled voice.
"I'm almost… there… Bella!" He said in between the splashing sounds of the water being moved by her hand.
"Aaaah… me too babe… me too!" Bella could feel his magic building together with his pleasure, and surrounding them.
It didn't took long after that, with a groan, Harry clenched his teeth, and felt the all familiar pressure on his groin, before releasing shoot after shoot of his thick cum at the wall, and he could feel his magic being released with it. Bella bit him even harder, and Harry could feel her muscles pressing against his fingers, trapping his hands in between their bodys. She released him, and turned the young man to herself. There was magic around them, his eyes were glowing in the din light. Harry gave her a roguish smile, and leaned forward to kiss her, Bella felt like bolts of electricity ran over her body when their tongues touched, and she could feel he was still hard, even after cuming.
Bella kept kissing him, while she retrieved her wand form the sink, with a quick spell, both were almost completely dry. It would be hard for her to get dry in certain areas right now. Then the witch all but tossed the young man on the bed. She took a moment to admire him, his glowing green eyes, and lean muscles, his battle scars, and his large, erect cock. Harry did the same at her, drinking on her amazing breasts with inviting dark nipples, and her flat stomach. He felt the need to lick the landing strip over her pussy, before diving into her flowing juices. But when he moved to sit, she pushed him back into the bed.
"No, no, babe, I am the one thanking you here… now relax and enjoy it." Bella leaned over him, kissing his chest and belly, licking and biting. Harry watched as this beautiful woman, with her full, luxurious black hair, worshiped his body. One of her hands clawed his chest, as the other found the base of his dick, lifting it. Bella kissed the bulbous pulsating head and looked directly into his eyes, before engulfing it with her mouth. Harry groaned and rolled his head back, damn she was skilled! The older witch used her tongue on the underside of his cock while vigorous sucking it. Her head bobbed up and down, and Harry stroke her beautiful wavy hair.
"Oh… fuck! this is amazing!" He all but screamed. He could feel something building inside him, something other than his orgasm, something in his magic.
With a pop like sound, Bella let his dick go from her mouth and grinned at him, The witch also could feel her magic working on a different level here. Something was happening, but it was something so good, miraculous, she was tempted to call it , like if somehow they were getting closer, and their magic were becoming one. Bella could feel her own power growing as his magic touched hers.
"That was just the beginning babe…" She lifted herself and startled him, still holding the base of his cock, aligning it with her main entrance.
"Gods… you are beautiful!" Harry half spoke, half moaned.
"You are just saying this because I'm rubbing my pussy on your big dick" She knew how to talk dirty. "Tell me that in the morning, baby, when I got my bed hair, no makeup and haven't had my first coffee." she giggled and kissed him.
"N… no, it is true…" Harry couldn't finish as his dick was engulfed by the most perfect, warm and wet glove. All he could do was moan as she took him inside her, inch by inch, with a blissful expression.
Bella groaned in pleasure, only James had ever made her feel so full! And Amelia's Goliath double dildo, but it wasn't a living, warm cock like this one! Potter Wands indeed! It didn't skip this generation, at least not in his world!
When their hips finally touched, Bella took a second to get used to the feeling of fullness, it had been years, she relinquished on it before starting moving again. The witch lifted her hips high, until all but the head of his cock was inside of her, only to lower herself again with a delightful wet sound. Harry took a deep breath, and placed one of his hands on her hip and with the other cupped one of her amazing d sized bouncing breasts. Bella kept moving up and down, getting lost on the feeling of riding such an amazing fuck after so long. Harry pinched her nipple with his thumb and index fingers.
"Guess you like them… aaaah… you can play with them… as much… that's good… as you want..." Bella moaned.
After just a little, Harry started meeting her movements, going upwards every time she came down. Bella moaned even louder ("oh fuck yeah! deeper!"). Her fluids starting to gather over his belly. With a grunting sound, Harry moved the hand on her waist and grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing the delicious soft flesh.
"FUCK YEAH HARRY. FUCK ME!"
The young wizard increased the speed and force of his movements, making Bella scream in delight. Magic was building between and around them, Harry could feel like she was closer and closer to him. He could feel her arousal building, and the closeness of her orgasm.
"YES BAAAAABE!" With one last scream from Bella, Harry felt her walls clenching on to him, and he was overflowed with her fluids, the tightness proved to be too much for the young wizard, and Harry exploded his seed inside her womb. He arched his back in one last powerful trust, and released his magic. This time the release was much stronger, all the pain was gone. Bella felt her womb and magical core being filled to its fullest. It was warm, and loving and caring, like powerful shield around her, something she never felt before. The witch let herself collapse over him, both covered in sweat and sex fluids.
Bella shivered as he ran his hands lightly over her wet back. It had been years since she felt this close to someone. Not even Amy was like that. There was something magical there, It had a feeling of familiarity, something learnt decades ago either at school or among her family, but she couldn't, for dear life, remember what it was.
"Thank you Harry." She whispered in his ear, before slowly getting up.
"You don't have to leave, you know?" He remarked, and immediately felt like a clingy idiot. For all he knew this was it, one time deal.
"It was amazing babe" She said grabbing her yukata. "But we both need some rest." She leaned and kissed him. Harry indeed looked tired, spent, after all those days building his magic. "And Harry, this was NOT a one time thing." Bella winked at him, before walking to the door.
Harry was sound asleep before she closed it.
.OvO.
Rose Potter was recovering from her own orgasm. She was fascinated, almost hypnotized from watching Bella and Harry from the portable hole on the wall. Rose was astonished. She never saw her mom cum like that, the green eyed witch could feel their magical release at her room, and it only intensified her own climax.
Rose liked her Aunt Amelia, she was almost like a real aunt to her and Susan was her sister in all but blood, but damn she didn't bring her mom orgasms like that! Strong ones, yes, but nowhere THAT strong. She felt some of that magical shockwave aftermatch tickle her own core like a lover's caress. Rose could only imagine what Bella herself had felt.
Turning back to her bed, Rose realized she was not mad at her mom. Her relationship with Amy was intermittent at best, and Rose herself was nothing to the boy. Yet. And it had been something amazing to watch.
But, after that show, all that Rose desired was to be on her mom's place.
.OvO.
Bella gave one last look at the sleeping teen before closing the door. The witch had a bright smile on her face, she had never felt like that. This young man had give her an orgasms so powerful that it resonated with her magic.
Walking to her room, she thought about Rose. She had asked about him, and he Harry asked about her. Would it be weird? Would she be ok with the situation? Thinking about it, Bellatrix notice a faint green light coming from one of the rooms, one that was not used for a long time. It was a room the witch had avoided for years, only Kreacher, and sometimes a curious Rose used to enter it.
She opened the door, it was an almost empty room now, Bella tried to change it many times since she became head of the Black family when Sirius killed Regulus and got disowned by the family's magic. Now, looking at the black family tapestry on the wall, she remembered why she couldn't change it. The Black family could have done some less than respectable things, but looking at the long uninterrupted line of great wizards and witches, she couldn't help but also feel pride from her hereditary.
But now, the big family tree was glowing with a dim light. Bella approached it, looking at the names. She followed until her aunt Dorea, who married Carlus Potter. Under him she could see James and his sister Katriona. Lily's name was on the left side, linked to James, her own name was on the right side from James,and under then, Rose's. she looked wide eye, there, besides Rose, a new name was appearing, not linked, but under James and Lily.
She read; Harry Potter.