Hinny FTW Prompt- One of them is an Unspeakable, time turner shenanigans ensue. This is also a continuation of the previous chapter- Complicated Situation, as there were several requests for that.

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Careful Observation

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This was not at all how he'd thought his life would turn out.

That mantra was something he would repeat to himself over coffee at least one morning a week. One would think he would be done with it, put the whole crazy experience behind him, but how could he?

Harry would never be done marveling over what had happened to him.

It was the entire reason he had become an Unspeakable.

Before it had happened he had thought he would be dead before finishing Hogwarts, so what was the point in deciding? He may have told McGonagall that he'd thought about becoming an Auror, but really, he knew his days were numbered because of Voldemort having it out for him.

And the other version of himself, in this timeline before he was sixteen, had wanted to be a professional Quidditch player.

This current version of himself, the one that had lived through tragedy, thought that wanting to be a professional Quidditch player was a very juvenile thing to wish for, but it was hard to keep thinking along those lines when his fiancé was doing just that.

Apparently both versions of Ginny were pretty much the same person.

And why wouldn't they be? She had parents and an abundance of brothers in both… realities.

When they had done their leap from the past into their current selves in this new timeline they had created, it had been an adjustment. Sorting out the new memories that were suddenly in his head was entirely strange. He could remember birthday parties for himself that had never happened and regular trips to Quidditch games with his dad. He could remember all sorts of times he had spent with this sister Rosie who hadn't existed for him until that point.

Ginny had an easier time of it because there wasn't all that much that had changed for her. She was still her same wonderful, determined, beautiful self.

He on the other hand…

If Sirius hadn't been beside him when he'd returned 'home' from the joke shop to see his parents for the first time he was sure he would have fallen completely apart and been a sobbing puddle on the floor. As it was he had managed to hold himself together until he was alone in 'his' bedroom.

That had been a very good thing too, because he was visited by an Unspeakable that night about what he and Ginny had gone through.

It turned out that the Unspeakables had been informed by Dumbledore of what happened in 1981 when the time frame had been altered. It hadn't been because Dumbledore was ratting them out or betraying them in some way, it was part of the process for trying Tom Riddle for his crimes. One of the Unspeakables had approached Dumbledore then, the one that Dumbledore had relayed the prophesy that Trelawny had made, and the story came out.

How exactly the Unspeakable knew when to contact Harry became clear when he himself became one. Not right away, but over the course of his training.

It was the Time Room.

The room that held all the time turners that had been broken when he and his friends were on their failed mission to save Sirius. The room registered disruptions in time, his and Ginny's coming back from the past had set off a few alarms.

Ginny had a visit from an Unspeakable as well.

The biggest adjustment for Harry when he had come back, other than suddenly having a loving set of parents and a sister, was dealing with the fact that… he was a bit of a spoiled brat. He wasn't on the same level as Malfoy, but he was a little hoity and not someone he would have been interested in being friends with.

Which was probably why Ron hadn't been friends with him. And why he had been dating Lavender Brown of all people. Lavender was pretty enough to look at, but they had nothing in common and she was entirely too much of a gossip for him to be attracted to her on any other level.

Thankfully he had been a decent enough student, and generally nice to all, but he didn't make an effort to go out of his way about it. His life hadn't had the same purpose that it always had. His mum had kept tutting about his behavior and claiming he was 'just like his dad'; as if that would help him change his ways.

Nature versus nurture, it turned out that he got a lot of nurture in his current reality and that did have an affect on who he had been as a person; he was outgoing and outspoken and overall 'good', but kind of a dick about it. Just like how he'd seen his dad behaving in the memory Snape had shown him by accident in his fifth year.

Er, the other fifth year, not the one where he had a very embarrassing first attempt at sex with a Hufflepuff seventh year.

Honestly, he was a bit embarrassed of how he had behaved in this timeline, not just in regard to that situation.

It had taken a bit of time to get used to receiving letters from home, and having a proper home to go to. It took a lot of self control not to burst into tears when he was hugged by him mum or dad. It had taken a bit of time for Ron to come around and see him as a friend, same for Hermione who he had been a bit snooty to about how eager she had been in school. It had taken time to adjust to having a sister at school with him and it had taken time for everyone to realize he wasn't playing by being his current self, not his past self from before sixth year in this timeline.

He managed to stumble through everything though, Sirius had been by his side before he went back to school and Ginny was by his side when he was at Hogwarts.

They had to keep their experience a secret, they were bound to that by the Unspeakables right away. Dumbledore and Sirius had been sworn to secrecy not long after he and Ginny disappeared the night Tom Riddle was brought down.

He still existed in this timeline, but his Horcruxes had all been found and destroyed and he was simply a shell of a man being held in the deepest and darkest cells in all of Azkaban, his most loyal followers being kept close by, but not close enough to speak to him.

Anyway, now Harry was working in the Time Room himself, deconstructing and constructing a Time Turner. His task over the past several weeks in this room was to learn how to create a Time Turner himself.

He'd fallen into this career because his interest had been well more than peaked about all the mysteries of the universe and knowing what people and magic were capable of. Particularly because the Unspeakable that came to talk to him had sounded like Harry and Ginny's incredible journey hadn't been all that incredible. So to Harry that meant that there were more incredible things to discover.

In actuality there were a lot more time travel incidents that occurred than anyone might thing. The fact that he and Ginny hadn't gotten killed and had done some good, that was what made it a boring task for the Unspeakable. If either of them would have run into their other selves there could have been a major incident, like how the piece of Tom Riddle's soul in Harry and the one in the actual Tom Riddle had merged, that could have happened to Harry and Ginny if they'd come in contact with their past selves and it would have been a nightmare for the Unspeakables to deal with.

All the terrible things that Hermione had eluded to about people mis-using Time Turners were true.

And it still boggled Harry's mind that McGonagall had given one to an almost fourteen-year-old girl so she could take a few more classes.

Harry had seen some vomit inducing situations now in his three years he'd been training to be a full fledged Unspeakable. One does not want to physically run into their past or future selves when messing around with Time.

With his coffee he sat down and cleared away every spec of magic or dust that could have still been present on his work surface before taking out every piece of material he would need to create his own Time Turner.

With everything lain out before him he closed his eyes a moment to clear his head and run through the process he was about to complete. Then after a deep breath he opened his eyes and started into his task.

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It took two weeks to get it right, but finally he managed to make a Time Turner that worked. Harry was so proud of himself for getting it right.

There were only a hundred of them available in their country, and he had one!

He couldn't keep it forever, but right then he wasn't able to put it down, he was too amazed at what he'd been able to create so he brought it home with him for the weekend, determined to keep it safe and just marvel at his accomplishment.

"Hey!" Ginny called from the kitchen when he came through the door.

Technically she lived with her parents, but more often than not she could be found at his flat. It was a matter of time until she moved in properly, but her mother wanted a ring on her finger before that happened and she wasn't ready.

You read that right. She wasn't ready. In Ginny's mind marriage meant babies, and with her Quidditch career on the rise the way it was she didn't want it even insinuated that it was just a matter of time before she had to step away in order to have a child.

"Hello," he called back and came up behind her while she stood at the counter with a cutting board full of carrots and cucumber in front of her, giving her a kiss to her neck before snagging a carrot for himself. "Good day?"

"Productive," she answered back. Productive meant that she was in the air doing practice rather than running through drills in the board room or dealing with press relations. Ginny was all about the actual flying.

He sat and listened to her go on about the different plays they had learned that day with interest. He enjoyed listening to her go on about Quidditch, and it wasn't like he could tell her about his work, they'd both learned to just ignore what his day to day might have entailed and talk about other things.

Harry enjoyed how her face lit up when she was talking about Quidditch and the girls on her team. She was so engaging and excited when she was telling him these stories. He loved listening to her talk.

"What's that from?" Harry asked, seeing a big bruise forming on her arm.

"Oh," she put her opposite hand to it and twisted and contorted herself to try and see the purple spot on the back of her bicep. "Sharon ran into me at one point with the end of her broom. It got me pretty good but I didn't know I was bruised."

He got up from his chair and went over to her, bending down to give it a kiss all better.

She chuckled at him and gave him a swift kiss to his lips before pushing him back towards his chair so she could finish up dinner.

A few hours later they were snuggled on the couch. She was flipping through a Quidditch magazine and he was reading a book that Bill had given him, but more staring at the formation of words on the page and not actually reading it because Ginny was resting back against his side and her hand was trailing lazy circles around his leg.

It was a simple touch, something she had done many times before, but it felt nice and it was distracting.

He kept thinking about if her hand moved up his leg, at what point would it be high enough to stimulate his 'little' friend? She wouldn't be able to feel if he was aroused from their current position. It was still early in the evening so they weren't in any hurry, plus she would likely be staying all weekend since the Harpies didn't have any games this weekend.

Then again, she was here and they were alone. What was there to stop them from doing exactly this, but naked?

As he pictured the two of them sitting on the couch his mind flashed back the first time they had been intimate, back at Sirius' house in 1981, and what he would have done with her then if he knew what he knew now; like her erogenous zones.

Merlin, he knew nothing about sex then.

He also had no idea then that Ginny returned all his feelings.

Now though, now they had several years to find out exactly how to make the other cry out in ecstasy.

"Ginny?" he asked.

"Hmm?" was all the response she gave.

"Want to do it?" he asked cheekily.

She snorted out a laugh at his abrupt ask. They weren't always so cavalier about it, but he liked to keep her guessing about whether he was going to be wooing her with hearts and flowers or with humor. Ginny admitted that she liked being kept of her toes.

"Why, Mister Potter, I thought you'd never ask," she replied jovially and jumped off the couch, doing a mock bow towards him with an exaggerated hand gesture that ended with her palm out for him to take.

He grinned widely at her charade and continued, "asking is the sensible thing to do. Wouldn't you agree?"

"But of course, my good sir. There is nary a situation that doesn't call for request of you being hither-to betwixed my legs," she played on as they walked hand in hand towards the bedroom. Then she turned around to face him, walking backwards towards the bedroom. "Pray-tell, why all this time we have wasted between being fed and us laying in our all-together all akimbo on yonder sheets?"

"Surely digestion, madam!" he said with a mock expression of shock. "The horror of being well along in our throws of passion when one of the two of us becomes most aggravated by something as sinister as a cramp."

Ginny giggled and stopped walking backwards, instead she came forwards and pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss that he could feel through his whole body. He'd thought it before, but she really was his home. With every kiss and touch from her he was immediately comforted, no matter the situation.

Forty minutes later and with a very satisfied smile on his face, Harry lay comfortably on the mattress as Ginny tucked herself in beside him. "Good job," she said in a breath and patted his chest lightly. He could hear the smile in her voice.

"Right back at you," he murmured feeling completely satisfied.

The afterglow of their coupling was his favorite part. Well, not his favorite part, but it was certainly part of what made sex so satisfying. He loved being able to put her in such a content state. It was a point of pride for him to be able to get her off more than once.

He felt her give a satisfied stretch and there was shifting on the bed and he heard her move around the room.

Then there was a gasp and his eyes shot open. She was standing at the end of the bed with his trousers in one hand and the Time Turner in the other.

"Is this what I think it is?" Ginny asked him with wide eyes.

"Ginny," he said her name in a warning voice.

She was looking back down at it in her palm, then looked up at him again and remembered herself. "Right, yes. I… I didn't see it. You know, if I wasn't supposed to."

"You weren't supposed to," he confirmed.

"But… you don't normally have one in your pocket. Do you?"

"No. No this is entirely out of the ordinary. And, well actually," he didn't see any harm in letting her know this part, "I made it. It is the first one I've ever made that works. I just couldn't leave it at the office for some reason," he admitted and felt his cheeks grow warm.

She blinked at him. "For some reason? How about because that is an incredible accomplishment?! Congratulations!" She dropped his trousers but held fast to the Time Turner and climbed back in bed with him. "Harry, this is amazing! I've heard of them, and I remember that incident at the Ministry in our other fourth year-"

"My fifth," he couldn't help stating. Her enthusiasm for his accomplishment was getting him worked up again about what he'd achieved.

"Right, whatever," she dismissed. She was straddling him now as he sat up and looked down at the delicate item in her left hand. "This is still the first time I am properly looking at one of them."

Then she did something she really shouldn't have.

She turned the small prism inside it over once.

He couldn't stop her and he hadn't expected it. The only thing he could think to do was to put his hand over her mouth immediately to stop her saying anything else. There was no obvious change to the room that they were in so she might not have known what she'd just done. He looked over at the floor and saw that his trousers were not at all where she had just tossed them.

Panic about their situation jump started his mind into problem solving mode.

"You just brought us back in time an hour," he told her quietly. "We need to get my invisibility cloak and whatever you do, do not, I repeat myself, do not, come in close contact with your previous self!"

He nodded his head in a way that she would know he needed visual confirmation that she understood the gravity of the situation.

She nodded.

Very carefully he got off the bed with her and went to the closet, carefully pulling his trusty invisibility cloak from where he kept it then pulled them both to the far corner of the room where he knew they hadn't gone near, nor tossed anything near. He covered them both with the cloak and put up a shield. "Our past selves won't be able to hear us now if we accidentally make a noise, but make sure to be as quiet as possible anyhow. We just need to wait out the hour."

"Harry, I am so sorry," she whispered back.

He could hear the sincerity in her tone. "I know. It's okay. It was a very good thing that we hadn't already been in here, otherwise it would have been devastating." He heard and felt a strained inhale of breath from her then and he gave a kiss to the back of her head.

He was pressed back against the wall, she had her back to his front and they were both facing towards the door. He wrapped his arm around her in comfort and realized that they were both still naked under this cloak. He tried not to chuckle to himself about that. Of all the situations one could find themselves in like this, being naked the entire time with the woman you loved wasn't the worst.

Then he realized what it was they were going to be in for.

When he last used the Time Turner it had been to watch over himself creating the Time Turner properly so that he could remember the steps for next time.

This was going to be entirely different than that experience.

This was going to be he and his naked and beautiful girlfriend watching themselves having sex for the better part of an hour.

Harry found himself smirking about this situation now. This was a whole different kind of learning experience. So soon after being satisfied and 'little Harry' was stirring at the mental replay of what they'd done in the past hour.

Ginny's shoulders squared as she felt him twitching against her bum. "Harry?" she whispered his name in question for an explanation.

"Just remembering what we'd gotten up to in the last hour," he whispered back in a very low voice.

Sure enough he heard their voices beginning to travel down the hallway outside the bedroom door.

"But of course, my good sir," Ginny was saying. "There is nary a situation that doesn't call for request of you being hither-to betwixed my legs. Pray-tell, why all this time we have wasted between being fed and us laying in our all-together all akimbo on yonder sheets?"

This Ginny was silently shaking with a bit of a chuckle over their antics.

"Surely digestion, madam! The horror of being well along in our throws of passion when one of the two of us becomes most aggravated by something as sinister as a cramp."

Harry gave his own chuckle.

A moment later their past selves opened the door and stumbled towards the bed in a lip-lock.

"I love it when you're a bit silly like this," Ginny was saying to him breathlessly as she pulled off her shirt.

"I love it when you're getting naked like this," his past self quipped back and helped her with the button on her trousers.

Article after article of clothing was disappearing from their bodies and being strewn on the floor. Then he picked her up and essentially tossed her on the bed.

Present Ginny's naked bum rubbed back up against his growing erection as they watched their past selves laying on the mattress. Harry's hand wandered down between her legs as he saw his previous self work his way down her body and saw the pleasured arch of her back as his face buried between her legs.

He'd seen pornography before, gotten turned on by it and had a wank, but this was something else entirely. Professional pornography was rehearsed and over the top, this was just him and the love of his life being together. This was Ginny laid out before him while he used his tongue to make her cum. He hadn't ever seen her like this before, his head had been situated elsewhere. He hadn't seen the way she bit her lip, or how her tongue would come up and lick her top lip as she gyrated against his ministrations. Her bare breasts were moving with her body and her pert nipples were moving with them in the sexiest dance he'd ever seen.

It caused him to raise his hands up and grab hold of those same breasts that he actually could touch at this moment. This Ginny he could also hear breathing heavily over the scene before them. She wasn't stopping him grabbing at her while they watched their past selves, instead she ground her hips back against him again.

It seemed someone was over being upset about the situation they found themselves in. And she too was perfectly alright watching their past selves in that situation.

Ginny's hands reached back and she began running her fingers up and down his hips. He moved one of his hands down to touch between her legs again while the other was still occupied with her breast.

They touched and caressed each other as her past self cried out her first orgasm.

Both Harry's grinned at that.

He loved making her cum.

A few moments of giving kisses to her hips and her legs and the Harry on the bed let his fingers come into play in pleasuring her all over again. He dipped those fingers inside her and moved his mouth back over her pleasure spot.

This Harry followed is old self's lead and dipped his fingers inside that same naked woman that was pressed up against his front.

Both Harry's worked over their Ginny's, only the observing Harry needed to now hold his hand over his Ginny's mouth so she didn't cry out too loudly when she came.

And after a few more minutes of watching the show before them she did cum.

He wanted so badly to bury his erection inside her, as the other Harry was about to do with his Ginny, but it was too risky. If they were to stumble or make too loud of a noise should they completely lose themselves in each other then the gig would be up. He was dizzy with arousal but he had to control himself.

Only about another half hour to go, then he could shag her. The second their past selves disappeared he was going to throw Ginny down on the bed and drive into her like mad.

Oh, buggering fuck! They had just rolled over on the bed so Ginny was on top!

He absolutely loved it when she took control! It made it so he was a little more restrained, his finish held back a bit so he could enjoy the ride. Plus, there was the incredible view.

Present Harry couldn't stop himself from thrusting against Ginny's bum.

"I'm about to do you reverse-cowgirl," his Ginny reminded him.

In order to stop the loud groan of desire from her reminder of that fact, he buried his face in her neck and gave her a bite at her collar bone, not hard enough to actually hurt her.

He didn't know if he was going to be able to hold on for another thirty minutes. His eyes moved back to the two of them on the bed and watched Ginny turn around and lower herself onto his member in reverse-cowgirl. She looked like she was enjoying that position as much as he did.

Fuck that is hot!

He held his Ginny close and thrust against her bum again. She grabbed his hand and pulled them off her, then carefully turned around and lowered herself. He could just make her out under this cloak and in the darkness, but there she was, taking him in her mouth. That hot little mouth of hers was taking in a good half of his cock, her tongue rubbing along the underside of his head just right.

He braced himself against the wall behind him, his brain not knowing whether to let his eyes close or to keep them trained on the other Ginny that was taking him for a ride.

It wasn't long before his eyes did close and he bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop from crying out in pleasure while he spilled his seed into this Ginny's mouth. She kept bobbing her head up and down going progressively slower, her hand coming up to massage his balls just a little bit.

He was completely relaxed against the wall when she stood once more and moved his arms to wrap around her while she lay her head on his chest, tucked right under his chin.

He had the biggest smile on his face now as he basked in this glow, then it was even bigger when he heard his other self cry out his finish.

The next few minutes before their other selves disappeared the two of them simply stood there like that, wrapped in each other's arms.

Harry pulled the cloak off themselves and guided Ginny back to the bed. He then took the Time Turner and moved it to the small wall safe that he had installed on his bookshelf before going back to the bed and laying down with her.

"That turned out not to be a bad experience," he muttered.

"You don't say?" Ginny snorted as she cuddled into his side.

Harry gave a chuckle as well. "Seriously though, we've chanced messing with time enough. No more. You just know the third time would be a disaster."

"Yes dear," she mumbled sleepily and patted his chest.

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