Pandora's Box
A/N: Just to be completely clear, Hogwarts in this story is more like a University than a primary school. Students join at the age of 17. No one in this story is underage.
"Thanks for helping me, Harry," said Luna Lovegood, a pleasant smile on her face.
"Anytime," Harry grunted.
With one last heave, he pulled a dust covered trunk towards him and out of the attic door before climbing back down the ladder. Luna was in the process of moving out of her father's home, affectionately known as The Rook, because of its shape. She had asked Harry for his help moving her things over to her new flat, which was why he was currently breathing in a mouthful of dust in her attic.
Climbing back down to the floor, Harry set the trunk down with a thump, a cloud of dust pluming up off of it. He swiped his thumb across a silver plate, clearing away the caked-on dust to reveal a name.
Pandora Lovegood
"This was my mother's," Luna said quietly as she knelt down next to him.
"Should I put it back?" Harry asked, just as softly.
Her mother, he knew, had died when Luna was just seven years old, while experimenting with a new spell. She had been playing nearby at the time and witnessed the whole thing. Harry had often wondered if that was part of the reason Luna was so- well, Luna. Trying to comfort her, he reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I think I'd like to see what's in it," Luna said calmly, without even a hint of distress in her voice.
Watching her closely for a long moment, Harry nodded. If he was in her place, he would want to do the same.
"Do you want me to stay?" Harry asked, feeling as if he was intruding on a very private moment.
"Yes, please. I'd rather not do this alone," she replied.
Nodding again, he watched as Luna reached out with a surprisingly steady hand and flipped the latch open. Without hesitation she threw open the lid, both of them fanning away the resulting cloud of dust with their hands. Inside, they found a mixture of clothes, books, and an assortment of trinkets, most of which Harry didn't recognize.
Together, he and Luna began pulling the contents out one thing at a time, examining each of them closely. For some reason, Harry felt the need to be extremely gentle with everything he touched, as if it might fall apart if he handled it too roughly. Next to him, Luna smiled as she talked about each item, telling him what it was, and any memories she had connected to it. All of the trinkets turned out to be magical artifacts created by her mother, and many of them were designed for some oddly specific uses. There was a hat that stopped your head from itching, a crystal ball that showed you what you most wanted to eat, a pair of earrings that cut off all sound when they heard an insult, and many other things just as strange. Pandora Lovegood was a very odd, yet brilliant woman, Harry decided.
"Oh, look," Luna exclaimed happily.
Reaching into the trunk, she pulled out a white lace bra and held it up.
"Mum made this as well, the cups hold a potion that stop your breasts from sagging. Sadly, she never got the potion to work. She said it just made her nipples sensitive," she told him.
In his younger years, hearing her say such things may have made him blush, but after knowing Luna for the better part of eight years, Harry was quite used to her idiosyncrasies. Even when Luna pulled off her shirt, revealing her lack of bra as well as her pale, perky breasts, he remained unfazed. Even since they had slept together not long after the end of the war, Luna had no problem being naked around him, even though they never actually dated. In fact, sometimes he thought she went out of her way to find an excuse to be naked. Harry admired her breasts for a moment, before they were hidden again as she tried on the bra.
"It fits," she declared happily.
Unclasping the bra, she set it aside in the 'keep' pile and went back to rummaging around in the trunk, not bothering to put her shirt back on. Harry smiled and shook his head. He'd always admired how his friend could be so free and innocent. Often, he wished he could be as carefree as she was.
"What's this?" Harry asked curiously.
Pulling a small, black cube out of the trunk, he held it up for her to look at. It was surprisingly heavy and looked to be made from some kind of stone. Each side looked to be about three inches long by three inches wide. The outside was smooth, without a mark to be seen.
"I've never seen that before," Luna said, tilting her head.
Humming curiously, Harry turned it in his hands, looking for any sign of what it was, or what it might do. After several seconds, he still found nothing. Shrugging, he grabbed it by the top so he could set it aside. As he did, he felt a sharp prick. Hissing, Harry looked at the palm of his hand to find a small, red dot in the center. Suddenly, a bright light started coming from the top of the cube. In shock, he dropped it – only it never hit the floor.
Hovering between them, the top of the cube popped open like a lid, releasing a blinding amount of white light. Harry covered his eyes with one arm, while reaching for his wand with the other. Just as he gripped the handle, he was sucked forward into the box, his body elongating and narrowing to fit inside. It the blink of an eye, he was gone, the lid closed, and the box dropped to the floor with a thud.
"Oh dear," Luna said, blinking her large blue eyes.
Around her, the whole world began to glow the same blinding white light
"Hermione's not going to like this," Luna muttered, covering her eyes.
In moments, everything became a sea of endless white and the world ceased. Not gone, but still. Waiting. Waiting to find out what it would become.
"Gryffindor!"
Harry opened his eyes to find himself back in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. He blinked in confusion as someone pulled something off of his head. Looking up, he found Minerva McGonagall standing over him with the sorting hat in her hands.
"Off you go, Mr. Potter," she told him with a gentle push on the back.
Harry got up from the three-legged stool, walked over to the wildly celebrating Gryffindor table in a daze, and plopped down into a seat
"Are you alright, Harry?"
Hearing his name, Harry looked over to find Hermione looking at him in concern while several other people patted him on the back. Except, it wasn't the Hermione he remembered. She looked younger. In fact, she looked exactly like she had at seventeen, during their first year at Hogwarts. In his befuddled state, he'd sat down next to her out of habit. Looking around the table, he found everyone looked younger. Ron, Neville, Fred, George.
Fred! Fred was alive!
"Harry?" Hermione asked again.
"Yeah, sorry," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm fine."
Looking closer at his classmates, his friends, he immediately noticed a difference. Not just that they were younger, but they were happy. Their eyes didn't hold the weary, haunted look he was so used to seeing. They were so young and innocent, and alive. Fred was alive, and so was Katie. Lavender's face was no longer marred by the scars given to her by Greyback.
Harry's head snapped to look up the Head Table. Dumbledore was there, alive and smiling. Snape, his cold black eyes meeting Harry's, was alive. Then, he felt his scar twitch, a hiss escaping his lips. Narrowing his eyes, Harry glared at the back of Quirrell's purple turban.
I won't let you take them from me. Not this time.
He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but Harry was back in his seventeen year old body in his first year at Hogwarts. All of his regrets, all of the 'what ifs' and 'could've beens' that had plagued him for years came rushing back all at once.
This is my chance, Harry thought. He could save them this time. Dumbledore, Fred, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Cedric... he could save them all.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asked, biting her lips as she looked at him intently.
"I'm great, Hermione," he told her, his face breaking into a bright grin. "I just got a little overwhelmed. I mean, it's magic."
Hermione's expression softened and she smiled at him, nodding her head in understanding.
"It does feel a bit unreal at times, doesn't it?" she asked thoughtfully. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it'll all have been a dream."
"I know what you mean," Harry said, remembering the nightmares he used to have, and still had on occasion, of waking back up at the Dursley's.
"I can't wait to start classes, though. I heard History of Magic is taught by an actual ghost..."
Harry nodded as he listened, his smile turning a bit sad. The girl next to him might be Hermione, but she wasn't his Hermione. They didn't have the shared memories and hardships. He was hit with a sense of such loss that it had him blinking back tears.
I can get that back, Harry thought.
The thought that they would be able to relive those times together, and make them better, was the only thing that kept him from losing it. His Hermione wasn't gone, it would just take time to get her back. Thinking of all the lives he could save, that was something Harry was more than willing to live with.
"Is something wrong?" Hermione asked.
"Just missing a friend," he said quietly.
"Oh," she said, looking down at her plate. "I didn't really have any of those."
She said it so softly that, for a moment, he thought he imagined it. Looking at her downcast face, he leaned to the side and nudged her with his shoulder.
"Then I'll be your friend," he whispered to her, then smile and held out his hand. "So, friends?"
"Friends," Hermione agreed, smiling brightly as she shook his hand.
"Oi, Harry!" George yelled.
Harry smiled as he was introduced to the twins, and then the rest of the house. It pained him to see so many familiar faces looking at him without any recognition. Still, he could get to know them again. This time, things would be better.
After dinner, Harry followed Percy, along with the rest of his classmates, up to the sixth floor where they were given the password to the Fat Lady's portrait. He stayed up late, sharing his background with Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Harry was much more open about his life with the Dursley's this time around. The first time around, he'd discovered that part of the reason there were so many rumors about him was because no one really knew about him besides his friends. It took him a long time to realize that being a bit more open could make a world of difference to how people saw him.
After the rest of the dorm was asleep, and the sound of Seamus and Ron's dueling snores filled the room, Harry lay awake behind his curtains. He tried to come up with a plan to stop Voldemort for good, without risking the lives of his friends. Several ideas came to him, but nothing foolproof. The Horcruxes were still a problem to be dealt with, and that shouldn't be too hard. Harry knew he had to be careful though. If he changed too much, there was no telling what Voldemort would do, and how many lives would be lost in the process.
Internally, he debated telling Dumbledore he had been sent through time, but eventually decided against it. While he still cared for the barmy old codger, he didn't trust him completely. The way he had risked everything by keeping so many secrets still hurt. So many people had died because it took him so long to figure things out on his own, when Dumbledore could have just told him.
Sighing, Harry rolled over and closed his eyes. He still had plenty of time to figure things out, and he could always bring in Hermione if he really needed help. Harry was certain he would tell her the truth sooner or later.
Third year should be a good time to tell her, he decided.
With the Time-Turner in her possession, it would make things easier to explain. Hopefully, she would be more understanding by then. Closing his eyes, Harry fell into a fitful sleep, his mind reminding him of all the tragedies he could prevent.
The next morning, he was the first to wake up. Sleepily, he got dressed and walked down to the Common Room. Unsurprisingly, he found Hermione sitting on a familiar couch in front of the crackling fireplace, Hogwarts, A History open in her lap. Smiling to himself, he sat down next to her.
"Morning," he muttered, covering his mouth to yawn.
"Good morning," she replied.
Looking up from her book, she frowned at him.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked.
"A bit," Harry mumbled.
For a moment, it looked as if she was getting ready to reprimand him but stopped at the last second.
"Do you want to go down to breakfast?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"Sure," Harry replied.
Coffee sounded pretty good to him right about now. Throughout the walk downstairs, and even after they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Hermione bombarded him with facts about Hogwarts. While his old self would have found it annoying, now, he understood what she was trying to do much more. She was nervous, he realized, and this was her way of dealing with it. With a small smile, he listened to her patiently until Ron and the rest of his dormmates finally showed up.
"Hey, mate, why are you sitting with her?" Ron asked.
Hermione bristled at his tone, and Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Because I wanted to," Harry said, as if it were obvious.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ron sat across from him and began loading his plate with enough food to feed three people. Some things never change, Harry thought with a shake of his head. Next to him, Hermione had gone quiet, focusing on her plate. The atmosphere felt awkward for a moment, but fortunately, McGonagall showed up with their timetables.
"What do we have first?" Harry asked, more to start a conversation than anything else.
"Charms, followed by Transfiguration, History, and Potions," Hermione answered happily. "Tomorrow, we have Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, and Herbology."
"We have that many classes?" Ron asked in horror.
"Of course we do," Hermione said, her brow furrowed in confusion, as if she couldn't understand how he could expect anything else. "I mean, this is a school."
Ron scowled and went back to eating, his shoulders slumped sullenly.
"What do you think we'll learn in Charms?" she asked, turning to Harry.
Harry shrugged and listened as Hermione began listing off all of the Charms she hoped to learn. He had to remind her that some of the spells she mentioned, like the Summoning Charm, were far too advanced for their first day.
The rest of the day went much the way he remembered it. One thing that Harry had not counted on in his excitement over the lives he could save, however, was just how boring his classes would be.
After having the Horcrux removed from his scar, Harry had found that magic worked for him on an almost instinctual level. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he died and came back, or maybe it was because the Horcrux had been draining him and his magic worked overtime to make up for it. Either way, he now understood magic in a way very few ever could. Even without the Elder Wand, he was capable of performing some truly astounding magic. Often, he didn't even need to know the right spell to do something. Harry just thought of what he wanted, and his magic did the rest. A simple Color Changing Charm was something he could do even without a wand. Still, he pretended to struggle along with the rest of his classmates.
This will all be worth it, Harry told himself.
In Transfiguration, they worked on changing matchsticks into needles. He waited until Hermione succeeded before doing it himself. McGonagall awarded them both two points, causing Ron to scowl at them as his matchstick shivered, but did nothing. Looking around the room, Harry watched as Seamus caused his to catch on fire, again; Parvati's turned into metal, but still look like a matchstick; and Sue Li turned hers into a needle made of wood. Next to Sue, Neville looked particularly gloomy as his matchstick failed to do anything.
Frowning, Harry remembered that Neville was still using his father's wand. His grandmother, Augusta, had forced him to use it until it broken during the fight at the Ministry during their fifth year. Harry wasn't going to let his friend struggle for that long this time, he decided.
As the bell rang, Harry told Ron and Hermione he would catch up to them and walked up to McGonagall's desk, where she sat writing notes.
"Can I help you, Mr. Potter?" she asked sternly when she spotted him.
"Professor, I had a question," he said. "What would happen if someone used a wand that wasn't theirs?"
Setting down her quill, she eyed him closely at the unusual question.
"It depends on the wizard, and it depends on the wand. Some may work well enough; some may not work at all. Is there a reason you're asking?" she asked.
"Well, Neville mentioned last night that his grandmother was making him use his father's old wand. I noticed in here, and in Charms, that it doesn't seem to work that well for him," Harry told her.
"His father's wand?" McGonagall asked, her lips pressed together thinly.
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Five points to Gryffindor for looking out for a fellow classmate," she said. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?"
"No, professor," Harry said with a smile.
Realizing he was being dismissed, he bid her goodbye and made his way to the Great Hall for lunch. Only a few minutes after he sat down with his friends, McGonagall came in and told Neville to meet her in her office after classes. Poor Neville looked absolutely terrified, but Harry did his best to reassure him.
After lunch they had History of Magic, where most of the class drifted off to sleep at the sound of Professor Binns' droning voice. Once again, only Hermione managed to stay awake. Unfortunately, as she was sitting next to Harry, she decided to make sure he stayed awake as well. By the time they left, he was sure his ribs were bruised from her constant prodding.
The last class of the day, Potions, was about as bad as he expected. Before it even started, Malfoy took to insulting him, Ron, Hermione, and Neville: no doubt in the hope of getting them in trouble. Harry was certain Snape was behind the door, waiting to catch them in the act. When Harry merely ignored him and started a conversation with Hermione about what they would learn, Snape yanked open the door, a scowl on his face.
"Get inside," he ordered.
For years, Harry had had mixed feelings about Snape. Sure, he had loved Harry's mother, and sacrificed his life to stop Voldemort, but that couldn't change the years of abuse Harry had suffered at his hands. Finding himself once again singled out and humiliated, any forgiveness Snape might have earned was gone in a flash. He really was just a bitter, spiteful man, Harry decided.
As tempting as it was to answer any question Snape could throw at him correctly, Harry knew it would draw too much attention. Stoically, he took the abuse with his head held high, ignoring the insults and laughter from the Slytherin's in the room.
Once they began brewing their first potion, things only got worse. While Snape was berating a terrified Neville, Malfoy tried to throw something into Harry's cauldron. He managed to snatch it out of the air before it could go in, but the sudden movement caught Snape's attention.
"Potter!" Snape barked. "Where in the instructions does it say to add a Sopophorous Bean? Are you and Longbottom competing to see which of you can kill yourselves first? Five points from Gryffindor."
The Slytherins laughed while his housemates groaned. They'd lost almost twenty points in Potions by then. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spotted Malfoy smirking smugly at him.
"Someone tried to throw it in my potion," Harry said with a glare.
"A likely story. Five more points and a detention for lying, Potter," Snape sneered.
"Then why is Malfoy the only one with these," Harry held up the light green, hard shelled bean, "on his desk, even though they're not used in the potion?"
Snape couldn't help but look over as Malfoy frantically grabbed the bag of beans on his desk and stuffed them into Goyle's pocket. There was no way he didn't see it. Still, Snape turned back to him and leaned forward with his hands on the desk.
"Do not tell me how to run my class, Potter," he hissed in a quiet threatening tone before straightening up. "Ten more points and a week's detention for trying to frame another student and lying to a teacher."
Harry's hands clenched into fists. I'm too old to be taking this kind of shit, he raged inside his mind. Next to him, Hermione tugged his robe and hissed his name, pleading with him to let it go. Snape smirked at him, waiting for a reply, before spinning on his heel and stalking back to his desk.
By the end of class, Harry had given up on his potion and instead spent his time coming up with a way to get Snape off his back. There was no way in hell he was going to sit through this sort of class for another six or seven years. He'd had to do it once, and he wasn't going to do it again. He knew going to Dumbledore wouldn't solve anything. He would have to do it himself. Fortunately, he knew a lot more than Snape expected. It would be risky, and he knew he was letting his anger get the better of him, but he wasn't going to just sit back and let Snape walk all over him this time.
"I'll meet you at dinner," Harry told Hermione as they packed up.
"Harry, don't. You'll just get into more trouble," she pleaded.
"I'll be fine, Hermione. Trust me," he told her, doing his best to give her a reassuring smile.
It must have worked, because she worried her bottom lip for a moment before nodding. The moment the rest of his classmates left, Harry flicked his wand, closing and locking the door. Snape looked up at the sound and sneered at him from behind his desk but stayed silent for the moment. Probably waiting for him to make the first move, Harry thought.
Walking up to the desk, Harry stopped and glared down at him.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now," Harry said with barely contained rage.
"Are you threatening me?" Snape asked as he stood, their faces just inches apart.
"I know it was you. I know you were the one that told Voldemort about the prophecy," Harry hissed.
Snape paled and reeled back as if he'd been slapped.
"How?" he croaked.
Harry could feel him trying to use Legilimency to find out what else he knew. Not wanting to reveal he knew Occlumency just yet, Harry gathered all of the considerable hate he held for the man and threw it to the forefront of his mind. Hopefully, Snape would think that Harry's anger was what repelled him, and not his skill in Mind Magic. Snape flinched and pulled back, overwhelmed by the raw emotions directed at him.
"I found my mother's diary," Harry said.
Snape's shoulders slumped and he swallowed thickly, struggling for words.
"You really are a sick fuck," Harry said angrily. "You join the Death Eaters, get my parents killed, and now you get off on insulting and humiliating me in class."
"I tried to protect her," Snape said weakly.
"Her? So, you tried to protect my mum, but you're fine with my dad and an innocent child getting killed." Harry scoffed disgustedly. "No wonder she stopped being friends with you. She would be disgusted if she saw the way you treated your students. How many people wanted to be Aurors or Healers and changed their minds because they couldn't stand your class? How many Slytherins are going to throw themselves at the first dark wizard they find because of you?"
Surprisingly, Snape didn't even try to argue. He slumped back into his chair and dropped his face into his hands. Harry, however, had absolutely no sympathy for him. If anything, he wanted to rant at him some more, but couldn't without showing he knew too much. He was already pushing the limit as it was. Still, it felt good to get at least some of the anger and resentment that had been building up over years of unfair treatment off his chest.
"Leave me alone, Snape," Harry spat. "Or I swear I will find a way to end you."
Turning, he stormed out of the room, flicking his wand to unlock and open the door on his way out.
"And don't expect me to show up to any detentions either," he called out over his shoulder, not caring if someone else heard him.
Harry managed to calm himself quite a bit by the time he got to the Great Hall for dinner.
"What happened? You didn't get into any more trouble, did you?" Hermione asked worriedly as he sat down next to her.
"I think we've come to an understanding," Harry said.
"What do you mean?" she asked curiously.
"I know you want answers Hermione, but it's a bit personal. I'll tell you about it someday, but not right now," he said.
Hermione didn't look at all happy with the answer, but didn't press him any further.
For the rest of the night, Harry tried his best to act normal until his roommates fell asleep. He needed to get over to Godric's Hollow and get his mother's diary before Snape or Dumbledore decided to search the house. After the war, Harry had gone back to his family's home to look for anything personal. He found very little, as they had stored most of their important belongings in the family vault when they went into hiding. However, he hadn't been lying to Snape. In the drawer of a bedside table, Harry had found his mother's diary, something he'd cherished from that day on. It had given him a glimpse into the lives of his parents, and just what kind of people they were.
As soon as everyone was asleep, Harry slipped out of his bed, still fully clothed, and snuck down to the Common Room. Just before stepping out of the portrait, he cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself. He would prefer to use his cloak and map, but he had neither with him at the moment. Fortunately, he still knew the old castle like the back of his hand. In a matter of minutes, he's made it to the statue of the one-eyed witch completely undetected.
After a long walk through a dark tunnel, he stepped out of the basement inside Honeyduke's. Thanks to his Auror training, Harry quickly disabled the wards, unlocked the door, and slipped outside. He would reset the wards when he returned. After a short walk to the end of the village, he gripped his wand and silently Disapparated.
Just as silently, he reappeared at Godric's Hollow near the cemetery. Taking a moment to visit his parents' graves, he conjured a wreath of lilies and laid them against the headstone.
The streets were eerily silent as he walked towards his first home, and he couldn't help but remember some of the less pleasant memories he had of this place. The night Voldemort killed his parents, the night he and Hermione were nearly killed by Nagini and his wand was broken, they both played in his mind. His thumb stroked the shaft of his holly wand, as if reassuring himself that it was still in one piece.
Before he knew it, Harry was standing in front of the house. The room was nearly collapsed, the lawn was overgrown, and vines climbed up the side of the house. Taking a deep breath, he cut a hole in the Ministry wards and hopped over the gate. The front door was completely missing, having been blown into several pieces that lay scattered inside the living room. Bits of wood, and broken glass from the windows crunched under his feet as Harry slowly walked into the house, his lit wand held overhead.
Swallowing thickly, Harry fought back the memories of that night as he slowly made his way upstairs and into his parents' bedroom. Walking over to the left side of their bed, he pulled open the drawer of the bedside table. Inside, there was a plain, brown leather covered book. A muggle ball point pen marked the place of the last entry. Pocketing the diary, Harry hesitated before leaving.
Turning suddenly, he walked over to the closet and pulled open the slatted, bifold door. Looking around, he found a suitcase tucked in the corner. Grabbing it, he set it on the bed and threw open the lid. A series of complex charms streamed from his wand, enlarging the inside, making it weightless, and strengthening the sides. Concentrating, Harry silently cast a number of modified Summoning Charms. His parents' clothes, jewelry, pictures, and anything else he could think of taking flight from all over the house. As soon as they reached him, they flew into the suitcase, neatly stacking themselves along the side.
Once the last framed picture was in, Harry sighed and lowered his wand. Closing the lid of the suitcase, he spelled it shut with a powerful Locking Charm and carried it downstairs. With one last look, he Disapparated.
Silently, he stepped out of thin air right in front of a long, overgrown road. He remembered this road, although he had never been here. The last time he had seen it, he had been in a Pensieve with Dumbledore, watching a memory from Bob Ogden.
With all the heavy foliage and the winding path, Harry couldn't even see the old Gaunt Shack from where he stood. He knew why he come here, instead of going back to Hogsmeade, but still, he hesitated.
Did he really want to get the ring now, when Voldemort might notice sooner than he would like? Closing his eyes, Harry took several deep breaths to calm his ragged emotions. This was not the time to make a mistake, he thought. For minutes, he stood rooted to the spot, clearing his mind and forming a plan.
When his eyes opened, they held a strong, determined look as he strode forward purposefully. As he neared the dilapidated shack, Harry set down the suitcase and approached slowly. Even from a few feet away, he could feel the powerful wards in front of him. He felt the magic, years of practice telling him what it wanted.
Parseltongue, it whispered.
"Open for Lord Voldemort," Harry hissed.
As the wards opened for him, a lead weight settled in his stomach. He was once again a Horcrux. He'd suspected before, when his scar had twinged in the presence of Quirrell, but had hoped he was wrong. Now, he knew for certain. Swallowing the bile in his throat, Harry put it to the back of his mind for now. He would deal with it later.
Walking through the wards, he slowly approached the house. Around him, he saw the hedges rustle just before dozens, then hundreds of snakes of all colors and sizes swarmed around him. His hand clutched tightly at his wand, ready to cast at a moment's notice as the snakes slithered and writhed in an ever-moving circle just a couple of feet away from him in a perfect circle. The circle of snakes moved with him as he approached the door, which had the skeleton of a snake nailed to it. As he neared, the skeleton came to life with a hiss.
"Who dares enter?" it asked.
"Lord Voldemort," Harry replied.
At his answer, the skeleton fell lifelessly limp, and the door creaked open. Cautiously, Harry walked inside, the snakes surrounding him stopping at the door. Already, he could feel the Compulsion Charm pulling him in the direction of the ring. Following the pull, he walked into the center of the tiny living room and knelt down. Prying up the loose floorboard, he found the Gaunt ring sitting in the small crevice.
Put it on. You will see them again. Isn't that what you always wanted?
Harry ignored the voice in the back of his mind, playing on his desires. It was incredibly powerful, and he now better understood how Dumbledore could succumb to the temptation. Levitating the ring out of the crevice, Harry focused on removing the Withering Curse. A stream of blue light left his wand and hit the ring, causing it to shudder and rattle on the floor. An oily, dark purple glow appeared on the ring and, with a steam like hiss, began to evaporate into a noxious black smoke. When the purple glow was completely gone and there was no more smoke, Harry ended his spell.
Climbing to his feet, he aimed his wand at the ring and thought of all the hatred he had for Voldemort. He concentrated on the desire to end him once and for all, before anyone else could get hurt.
"Avada Kedavra," Harry intoned.
The sickly green Killing Curse leapt from his wand and struck the ring. A crack opened in the stone, the Resurrection Stone, and released a cloud of black smog that let out an unearthly scream. As the smog dissipated into nothing, so too did the scream. Harry glared at the shard of Voldemort until it was long gone.
Letting out a relieved sigh, Harry closed his eyes and tried to shake off the dirty, filthy feeling he got whenever he used the Killing Curse. He'd only been forced to use it twice before, and only once on a living creature. An escaped dragon that had gone on a rampage, killing three and injuring dozens.
Bending down, Harry picked up the ring and examined it closely. Oddly, the Resurrection Stone had cracked in exactly in the same way it had the last time, when Dumbledore had used the Sword of Gryffindor to destroy it. Sighing in relief, Harry pocketed the ring and grabbed a nearby candlestick. With a wave of his wand, he turned it into an exact replica of the ring, complete with Compulsion Charm.
Placing the newly transfigured ring under the floorboard, he stood and left the shack, careful to put everything back the way he found it.
Half an hour later, at nearly four o'clock in the morning, Harry was back in the castle. He didn't go back to his dorm just yet, instead visiting the Room of Requirement to take a shower. After toweling his hair dry and putting on a fresh pair of clothes, he still felt a lingering disgust at having used the Killing Curse. Hopefully, it wouldn't last too much longer, he thought.
Sighing, Harry walked over to the dirty cloak he'd worn earlier and reached into the pocket. In his hand, he pulled out the ring and his mother's diary. It had been a long, but productive night. Stowing the diary away in the pocket of his clean robes, Harry rubbed the Resurrection Stone with his thumb as he examined it.
Part of him thought he should just destroy the stone forever, but another, larger, part of him, wanted to speak with his parents just one more time. Would they remember what he had done before, or would they only remember this new, unexplored timeline? Would they even appear at all? Could this just be some trick of the mind and none of it was really happening?
After several long seconds, Harry gave into the temptation and turned the stone three times in his hand. A moment later, two figures appeared in front of him.
"Harry, sweetheart," Lily said with a bright smile.
"Mum," Harry replied, tears gathering in his eyes even as a massive grin stretched across his face.
To his surprise, his mother ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. Despite being nearly as transparent as ghosts, his parents still retained their color, and holding her felt very, very real. Closing his eyes, Harry hugged his mother tightly and let the tears fall from his eyes as he took comfort from her embrace.
"We love you so much son," she whispered to him. "We're so proud of you."
Harry gave a short, choked laugh. This was the moment he had always wanted, not some quick hello right before he walked to his death. After a long time that still didn't feel long enough, his mother backed away only to be replaced by his father.
"You've done wonderfully, son," James told him. "I couldn't be more proud of everything you've done."
When Lily stepped back a short while later, Harry wiped his eyes and looked at them with a smile.
"Do you remember everything, or..."
"We remember everything," Lily said. "More than you'd expect, and quite helpful, too."
Stepping forward, Lily grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the couch. Harry took a seat, while his parents sat on either side of him, his mother never letting go of his hand.
"Luna's mother, Pandora, and I, were close friends at school," Lily explained. "She loved experiments and exploring all kinds of magic. One that she was very interested in, was time magic. As the war went on, and things grew darker, she designed the box as a way to go back to a pivotal moment in time and change the course of the war. The problem was, even though she thought it would work, all of the rules of magic said that it would destroy the world that existed after she went back."
At Harry's horrified look, Lily squeezed his hand tightly and rushed to reassure him.
"It didn't," she told him. "Everything and everyone are just as they were. They're just- paused, I guess would be a good word for it. The world you left is just waiting to see how you will change it."
"Bloody hell," Harry said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Don't be so down, son. This is a good thing," James said brightly. "You have everything you need to right several wrongs and save hundreds of lives. It's a lot to put on your shoulders, but I couldn't think of a better man for the job."
Harry couldn't help but smile as his dad clasped his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze.
"So, it's all up to me? Again?" Harry asked.
"I'm sorry," Lily said sympathetically.
Harry nodded. He'd expected to change things from the way they were last time, but part of him had thought he was just imagining things. Hearing it from his parents made it all suddenly feel much more real. Still, this could only be a good thing, he decided. He would make things better.
"Can you stay, for a while?" Harry asked.
"We'll stay as long as you like," James said.
"You can use the stone anytime you want to talk to us," Lily added. "It can't bring someone back to life, but we can still use it to talk."
Harry smiled, the knot in his chest loosening. It wasn't as good as having them back for good, but it was more than he ever imagined having.
"Can you tell me about you, mum?" he asked. "I mean, I know a bit about dad, but I hardly know anything about you."
"Of course," she said with a smile. "What do you want to know?"
"What did you want to do after Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Well, I wanted to become an Enchantress like Pandora. I loved making things with magic..."
For hours, Harry talked with his parents and learned as much about them as possible. They asked about him too, though not as much. Harry discovered that while they could watch everything he did, they didn't always. This meant there were a few things that they didn't know.
They finally decided to call their time to an end when the sun rose, and it was time for breakfast. Harry was sad to see them go, but he was comforted by the fact he would be able to see them again.
"Remember, if Severus gives you any more problems, you let me know," Lily told him, a frown marring her beautiful face. "I'm not happy with him right now."
"I will," Harry said.
"I know you have a lot on your shoulders, but don't forget to have some fun. Pull a prank, make some new friends, maybe you can even find yourself a witch and pull her into a broom cupboard," James said with a crooked grin and a wink.
Lily rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything.
"Just do what makes you happy," she told him.
"I'll try," Harry said. "I love you, mum, dad."
"We love you too, son," James replied.
Lily looked too choked up for words, and simply pulled him in for another hug, this time kissing his cheek. With one last wave goodbye, his parents stepped back and faded away.
For the next week, things went back to normal, for the most part. Snape was acting differently, seemingly taking Harry's words to heart. While it wasn't a complete one-eighty, he did stop going out of his way to insult anyone. On one rare occasion, Harry even witnessed him taking points from Malfoy for bullying a couple of Hufflepuffs. Although, he wasn't sure if it was because of a change of heart, or because the git was stupid enough to do it in the middle of a courtyard.
Only Hermione seemed to realize there was something different about Harry. More than once, he'd caught her looking at him as if he was some sort of puzzle to be solved. Knowing her as well as he did, Harry knew he would need to be careful around her if he didn't want to tell her the truth.
Harry spent most of his nights in the Common Room, trying to better know some of the classmates he'd overlooked the first time around. For the first two nights in a row, he'd gone back to the Room of Requirement to talk to his parents but stopped when Hermione and his roommates stared getting suspicious. Now, he resolved to go a bit less often.
It was Saturday on the first weekend at Hogwarts that anything major happened. During dinner, Harry spotted a head of pink hair at the Hufflepuff table. At first, he'd thought the girl might just be the victim of a prank, but as he looked closer, he smiled as he recognized a mostly familiar face. He'd completely forgotten that Tonks was still in her fifth year. When he'd gotten to know her at Grimmauld Place, she'd confessed to remembering him from their time together as children but hadn't sought him out. She'd worried that he would think she was just another fan girl.
Smiling to himself, Harry decided to make sure he introduced himself to her. Life at school would certainly be more interesting with her around. Leaving dinner early, Harry waited in the Entrance Hall for her to come out. In typical Tonks-like fashion, she tripped over a suit of armor just as she passed him. Harry's arms shot out without a thought and caught her around the waist before she could hit the floor.
"Cor, thanks mate. I-" Tonks cut herself off as she spotted her savior.
"Dora?" Harry asked, feigning surprise.
Tonks' eyes went wide while her friends behind her giggled.
"You remember me?" she asked, gobsmacked.
"I thought I made you up," Harry said with a joyous laugh. "I used to dream about a girl with wild hair that always made me laugh."
Tonks smiled at him and leapt forward to give him fierce hug as her friends giggled some more.
"Oh, knock it off, you two," Tonks told them before pulling back and looking at him. "You wanna go somewhere and catch up? I always wondered what happened to you."
"That'd be great," Harry said with a smile. "I know just the place."
Tonks raised an eyebrow and bid a quick goodbye to her friends. Just before they left, he saw Hermione come around the corner, a curious look on her face as she watched him. Harry gave her a friendly wave as he led Tonks up to the stairs.
"So, where did you disappear to?" Tonks asked. "Everyone seems to think you went to live in a castle in the clouds, with Merlin to raise you and unicorns crapping out rainbows all over the place."
Harry laughed and shook his head.
"Not even close," he said. "I grew up with my muggle aunt and uncle."
"Well, that's boring. No orgies at the Veela Enclave, no mythical witches and wizards training you in long lost ancient magic?" she asked with a playful pout.
"Nope," Harry said with a smile. "What about you?"
"Nothing special," Tonks said with a shrug. "I grew up in a quiet little place with mum, and dad. Went to a muggle school and then off to Hogwarts. Where are we, anyways?"
"Seventh floor. I found this room while I was exploring the castle." Harry said as he paced in front of the blank wall across from the portrait of Barnabus the Barmy.
"What ro-" Tonks' question was cut off when appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
Smiling at the nonplussed look on her face, Harry opened the door and waved her inside. Currently, the room looked like a small, comfortable common room, with a couch, fireplace, bookshelves, and a couple of tables.
"Huh, I never knew this was here," she said before turning to him with a playful smirk. "Has someone been naughty exploring after curfew?"
"Who, me?" Harry asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Tonks laughed loudly and clapped her hands. When she straightened up, her face took on a look of concentration until she looked exactly like Professor McGonagall.
"I'm extremely disappointed in you, Mr. Potter. One thousand points from Gryffindor and a year's detention," she said in a perfect imitation of the Transfiguration teacher's voice.
While Harry laughed in surprise, Tonks changed back to her normal look with a grin. He'd seen her change parts of herself like her nose and lips, but he never knew she could do a complete impersonation like that.
As they took a seat on the couch and got comfortable, Tonks leaned over and hugged him again.
"I can't believe you remember me," she said happily.
"You're hard to forget," Harry said, causing her to laugh as she pulled back.
"So, how was it, living with your aunt and uncle?" she asked curiously.
"Not great to be honest. They hate magic, but I'm here now, so I don't have to worry about them too much anymore." he said with a smile.
Rather than reassure her, Harry's admission only caused Tonks to narrow her eyes and stare at him more intently.
"How bad was it?" she asked. "Mum's a solicitor, and she's had to deal with a few cases where Muggleborns were treated really bad."
Harry sighed and debated with himself how much to tell her. Seeing such a familiar face staring back at him, one that had helped him through some very difficult times, he decided to just be honest.
"It was pretty bad," he admitted quietly. "They hated having me there. Honestly, I'm surprised they even kept me."
"They didn't... abuse you, did they?" Tonks asked in trepidation.
"It was more like neglect," Harry admitted.
After spending a few minutes telling her what life was like with the Dursleys, Tonks, surprisingly, hugged him again. He didn't remember her being this affectionate last time, not that he was complaining. When she pulled back, he was even more surprised to find her in tears.
"Tonks?" he asked.
"Sorry," she said, giving him a small smile as she wiped away her tears. "I'm not usually this emotional. It's just so good to see you again. And the fact that you remember me, and..." Tonks cut herself off, before taking a deep breath and looking back up at Harry. "And I just broke up with my boyfriend."
Harry gave her sympathetic look and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Tonks leaned into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
"You wanna talk about it?" he asked.
"I heard him talking to his friends when I went to find him on the train. Bastard was bragging to them about how I stayed at his house half the summer and turned into any girl he wanted, which isn't true. I didn't even see him over the summer, and we've never had sex. Fucking asshole," Tonks grumbled.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, rubbing her shoulder.
"Not your fault," Tonks told him before sitting up and looking at him with a smirk. "Besides, I have a plan for getting him back. Charlie Weasley's going to be serving a lot of detentions this year."
Harry laughed as she morphed again, this time to look like Charlie, and shook his head.
"Remind me never to make you angry," he said jokingly.
"Who me?" Tonks asked as she changed back to herself and gave him a comically innocent look. They talked for over an hour more, before Tonks had a sudden idea.
"Hey, you wanna go check out the third-floor corridor?" she asked him excitedly.
"You mean the one where Dumbledore said we'd die a 'very painful death?'" Harry asked to which Tonks nodded. "Sure, why not."
"Yes! I knew you'd be fun," cheered Tonks as she jumped up from the couch.
Harry smiled as he followed her out into the hall and down the stairs. Noticing it was dark outside, he checked his watch to find it was nearing curfew.
"Harry!" Hermione called out as they made it to the fourth floor.
By the direction she was coming from, he smiled, knowing she was coming from the library. He imagined her bulky book bag weighed a lot based on how hunched over she was.
"Hey, Hermione," Harry said, tapping his wand to her bag and muttering the incantation for the Feather Weight Charm.
"How did you do that?" she asked in surprise.
"I got tired of my bag being so heavy, so I looked up a charm for it. I can show you later, if you want," he offered.
"Oh, okay. Thanks, Harry," Hermione said, looking a little surprised, but pleased, to have a classmate offering to teach her for a change.
"Oh, this is Dor-"
"Tonks, just Tonks," the pink haired girl interrupted.
"And this is Hermione," Harry finished his introduction with a grin.
"Nice to meet you," Hermione said.
"Likewise," Tonks said with an irrepressible grin.
Distracted by learning a new spell, and introductions, Hermione didn't seem to realize where they were. That, or after only a week in the castle, she didn't recognize where they were. Meanwhile, Tonks led them to the door at the end of the corridor on the right-hand side.
"Um, Harry, where are we going? Shouldn't we be heading back to the Common Room? It's getting close to curfew." Hermione said.
"Were just doing a bit of last-minute exploring," Tonks answered.
"Wait, isn't this the third floor?" Hermione asked in disapproval. "We shouldn't be here, we could get in trouble."
"You can go back if you want to," Harry offered.
Hermione looked like she was going to do just that, until they heard a voice from further down the hall.
"Who's there?" a voice called out from around the corner.
"Oh no! It's Filch," Hermione hissed, glaring at Harry and Tonks. "You're going to get me in trouble."
"Quick, in here," Tonks whispered hurriedly.
Harry watched as she unlocked the door and ducked into the room. He turned to look at Hermione, who looked torn at what to do. Just as Filch was about to come around the corner, she sighed and made for the door.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she hissed.
Harry smiled as he followed her in, closing the door behind him. Both girls were wide eyed, and pale faced as they stared at the enormous, three-headed dog sleeping in front of them. Unfortunately, the sound of the latch clicking closed caused Fluffy to wake up. The Cerberus lifted its heads and blinked at them sleepily until it realized what it was looking at. Growling, Fluffy stood and prowled towards them. Hermione inhaled deeply to scream, but Tonks covered her mouth to stop her.
Seeing how scared they were, Harry decided it was time to step in. Stepping in front of them, Harry walked up to Fluffy and then bopped him on one of his noses.
"No! Bad dog. You don't scare students," Harry said firmly.
To the girls' shock, the giant dog bowed its head and whimpered, all aggression gone in an instant.
"Good boy," Harry said, reaching up to scratch Fluffy's middle head.
Fluffy panted while his tongue, the size of Harry's chest, lolled out. Looking back, he smiled at Tonks and Hermione, who continued to stare at him gob smacked.
"You can pet him if you want," he told them.
Hermione gave him an incredulous look, but Tonks lifted her hand and edged slowly forward towards Fluffy's left head. He sniffed her hand a couple of times before leaning into her hand.
"Wicked," Tonks said in wonder as she scratched behind the dog's huge, floppy ear.
"Come on, Hermione," Harry said encouragingly.
"Are- are you sure?" she asked nervously.
He smiled reassuringly, "It's perfectly safe. Trust me."
After another moment's hesitation, she inched her way towards the left head, only to stop in fright when it looked at her. Walking over, Harry took her by the hand and gently pulled her closer.
"It's okay, he won't hurt you." Harry said.
Fluffy tilted his left head to look at her curiously as she reached up with a trembling hand. Sniffing her hand, his tongue lolled out excitedly and then licked Hermione's face. Hermione gave a muffled shriek as the force knocked her back half a step and covered her in slobber. There was so much, in fact, that her shirt became transparent enough that Harry could make out her white bra underneath.
"He likes you," Harry said with a chuckle.
"Great," she replied sarcastically.
Fluffy let out a whine and looked at her sadly. Hermione looked a bit guilty at the sad look the dog gave her, and then gave in an reached up to pet him. While she was distracted, Harry wordlessly cleaned her up and fixed her shirt. She didn't even notice as she ran her fingers through Fluffy's dark brown fur.
"It's so soft," she said in surprise.
"How did you know it wouldn't attack us?" Tonks asked while scratching Fluffy behind the ear, causing his leg to start kicking and her to giggle.
"There's no way they'd put a dog in here if it was going to attack students. It's probably just here to scare people away," Harry answered.
They spent a few more minutes petting Fluffy, until Hermione reminded them it was almost curfew. As they started to leave, Fluffy whined sadly and gave them a pitiful look.
"Don't worry boy, we'll come back. If you're good, maybe we'll bring you a treat," Tonks told him.
Fluffy perked up at that and barked happily. Slipping back out the door carefully, they walked back to the Grand Staircase. Tonks bid them goodnight, promising to meet with Harry again tomorrow, and then left for the Hufflepuff Common Room. Harry and Hermione, meanwhile, headed towards Gryffindor Tower.
"I can't believe I did that," Hermione said as the climbed the stairs. "We could have been killed, or worse, expelled."
Harry couldn't help but smile, which only caused her to glare at him.
"You have to admit it was fun," Harry said.
Hermione huffed, but he could see her lips twitching up into a smile.
"Harry, mate. Where did you go? I thought we were going to play chess after dinner," Ron said, appearing out of nowhere and pointedly ignoring Hermione.
"I ran into an old friend, and then Hermione, and we decided to do some exploring," Harry said as he sat down on the couch.
"You could have invited me," he grumbled.
"Sorry," Harry said with a shrug. "It was a last-minute decision."
"I'm going to go put my book away. Goodnight, Harry," Hermione said.
"Night, Hermione," he said with a smile.
"You wanna play some chess?" Ron asked.
"Alright," Harry said with a shrug.
The next day, Harry met Tonks right after breakfast. She introduced him to her closest friends, Hestia Jones and Jennifer Fawcett. Hestia was pretty much the same as he remembered her, and Jennifer seemed quite nice. Once her friends left, they went for a walk around the castle as they talked. To Harry, it felt as if they were picking up right where they left off before she was killed. He vowed to himself he wouldn't let that happen to her this time.
Eventually, they ended up back in the Room of Requirement, where Harry explained a bit more about the room and made her promise to keep it a secret.
"Kinda wish I'd known about this when I still had a boyfriend," Tonks said teasingly. "Although, with how much of an asshole he turned out to be, it's probably best I didn't."
Harry remembered her mentioning she'd had a lot of trouble dating at Hogwarts. Given her abilities, and the immaturity of some of his classmates, it wasn't that hard to see why.
"Don't worry, Dora," he said, slipping back to the name she only allowed him to call her in private. "You'll find someone eventually."
"Maybe I already have," she said with a grin.
Before Harry could ask her what she meant, Tonks straddled his lap on her knees, facing him. A grunt of surprise left him as she kissed him fiercely, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. After a moment, he couldn't help but kiss her back, his hands resting on her waist.
Harry had fancied Tonks since they day he'd met her, but because of his problems with the Ministry and Voldemort, as well as the age difference and his lack of confidence, he'd never even hinted at it. Knowing how Remus had treated her, he felt no guilt enjoying the moment. By the time she pulled back, both of them were flushed and panting, their lips slightly swollen. Tonks smiled at him for a moment before biting her lip as her expression turned serious.
"Harry, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not really looking for another relationship right now," she said.
"Okay," he said slowly, now wondering why she'd kissed him in the first place.
"Sorry, that came out wrong," she said, shaking her head as her hair turned a light blue. "I do like you, a lot. I was just hoping we could be, you know, friends with benefits?"
Tonks gazed at him with such a look of vulnerability that, even if he wasn't interested, he may not have had the heart to say no.
"I like you too, Dora," Harry said, causing her to smile. "Just so we're on the same page, what exactly do you want?"
As he asked, Harry slipped his hands just under the back of her shirt and stroked her bare back lightly with his fingertips. In turn, Tonks combed her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.
"Honestly?" she asked, continuing when he nodded. "I just want someone I can trust to have some fun with, right now."
"I think I can handle that," Harry said with a grin.
While he certainly wouldn't mind dating Tonks, if she just wanted some fun right now, that was fine with him. His first time through Hogwarts, there was no way he would have agreed to this. But now, with a lot more experience with life and women, he was much more understanding and confident. He'd had a similar arrangement with Luna, Hermione, and a few other girls after the war. Sex had been a way for them to take comfort in each other and remind themselves they were still alive.
With a bright smile, Tonks bent down and kissed him again. As their lips moved together and their tongues danced, Harry pressed his hands flat against her smooth skin and moved them higher up her back. She moaned into his mouth and ground against him, pressing her round ass hard against his rapidly hardening erection. Pulling back, she flashed him a playful smile before pulling her shirt up, revealing her large, bare tits to his gaze.
Incredibly perky and perfectly shaped, with pale pink, puffy areolas and slightly darker nipples, Tonks' breasts wouldn't look out of place on a Veela. Before she could finish pulling her shirt off over her head, Harry had cupped both of her tits and his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Tonks giggled as she tossed her shirt to the floor, then moaned when he ran the back of his nail along the underside of her soft breast.
Harry continued to kiss, suck, and nip lightly at her chest for minutes, only pausing when Tonks lifted his shirt over his head. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he picked her up and laid her down on the couch. Finally, he abandoned her perfect tits and kissed down her tight stomach. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, Harry looked up at her for permission. In answer, Tonks lifted her hips in invitation.
Smiling, he opened her jeans and tugged them down her hips. Tossing the pants aside, Harry kissed up her legs, the scent of her arousal filling the air as he neared her damp, black knickers. When he placed a kiss directly on her heated mound, Tonks moaned, spreading her legs and bucking her hips. With another glance for permission, Harry removed her panties, his eyes falling hungrily on her tight pink folds.
"Yes!" Tonks hissed passionately when Harry's tonged delved into her excited core.
Her legs wrapped around his head, trapping him in place – not that Harry had any intention of leaving soon. Reaching up, he cupped and massaged one of her soft breasts while his tongue slipped between her lips. Tonks arched her back, gasping and panting as he teased her hooded clit. Her legs trembled as they clamped down on his head, the fingers of one hand threading through his hair as a needy moan escaped her lips.
"Oh Merlin! Please Harry, I need it so bad," Tonks whined.
Harry had intended to tease her some more, but at her pleading tone, he decided to just give her what she wanted. As his tongue attacked her clit furiously, Tonks tightened her grip on his hair almost painfully while her legs quivered around his head. Only seconds later, a scream left her throat as she arched her back impressively. Harry winced as she yanked his hair but continued pleasuring her all through her climax until she collapsed limply onto the couch, her breath coming in panting gasps.
When her legs relaxed, Harry smiled as he climbed back up over her body, kissing his way up to her lips. Tonks had no problem kissing him back, despite the glistening arousal coating his lips and chin. After snogging for a couple of minutes, Tonks slipped out from under him and rolled him over until she was on top. With a smirk and a playful glint in her eyes, she opened his pants, grabbed the waistband, and pulled them off of him, taking his boxers as well.
Seeing his long, thick cock leap out at her, Tonks licked her lips as she stared at it hungrily.
"Bloody hell, are you part Centaur?" she joked.
Pressing it against his stomach, she licked his base to tip before straddling his waist and sliding her slit along the underside of his shaft. With her folds hugging his length, she rolled her hips and slid her wet lips up and down his length. Harry groaned and cupped her breasts. Giving him a smirk, Tonks closed her eyes and furrowed her brow. His eyes widened as her breasts swelled and grew what had to be two full cup sizes under his hands. Where before her tits fit his hands perfectly, now, her soft, perky mounds spilled out around his hands.
"You didn't have to do that," Harry told her.
The last thing he wanted was for her to start thinking he wanted her to change like the rest of the guys she'd dated. Tonks merely smiled down at him brightly, bending over to kiss him softly.
"I know, but I trust you," she said quietly. "I don't mind changing. It's part of who I am, and it can be a lot of fun. I just hate when guys want me to be someone else or think I'm some life-size doll that will do anything they want."
Smiling in understanding, Harry gave her a tender kiss just before she sat up on his waist. Lifting herself up, Tonks aimed his swollen, bright red head at her tight entrance. As she pushed down, his wide girth stretched her lips as he entered her. Both of them groaned as Harry's thick cock slowly entered her, widening her walls as he sank into her depths. Tonks pressed her hands firmly against his chest and panted when she bottomed out, her eyes unfocused from the overwhelming feeling rushing through her.
Closing her eyes, Tonks began rolling her hips to adjust to his size before she started raising and lowering herself. Each time she lifted up, she moved just a little bit higher each time before descending on his length slowly. A moan left her lips as she started speeding up, her nails raking lightly over Harry's muscled chest. Opening her eyes, Tonks bent down to kiss him hungrily. The whole time, Harry caressed her body, his hands moving from her chest to her sides and back, before making the return trip.
On top of him, Tonks moaned and trembled as she reached a comfortable pace, now moving up and down on half of his rigid cock. The feeling of her incredibly tight folds enveloping him in a hot, damp grasp was quickly pushing him towards his peak. Grabbing her hips, Harry started thrusting up in time with her movements, his thighs meeting her ass with the light slap of skin on skin.
Abruptly, Tonks sat up on his waist, her massive tits bouncing enticingly on her chest.
"Fuck me," she panted quietly, her hips moving demandingly.
Obediently, Harry tightened his grip on her hips and began pulling her down firmly to meet his thrusts. Tonks threw her head back and gasped as Harry pounded up into her furiously, sending her tits jiggling and swaying wildly.
"Yes, yes, yes," Tonks chanted breathlessly.
Harry huffed as he slammed his hips upwards, Tonks barely moving as their pelvises slapped together wetly. Tonks scrunched her face up, her nails digging into his skin as her pussy suddenly tightened around him. A short, high-pitched shriek left her parted lips while her body stiffened and shook. Her hair cycled rapidly through the rainbow, never settling on one color.
Feeling her climax, Harry continued hammering into her furiously, now only concerned with reaching his own peak. The sound of rapid, wet slaps filled the room as Tonks leaked all over his thrusting cock. With just a few more brutal thrusts, Harry buried himself into her depths and grunted as he reached his peak. Feeling him cumming inside of her, Tonks moaned and collapsed on his chest limply.
As they recovered and held each other closely, Harry grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over their sweat-soaked bodies. He chuckled to himself when he looked down to find Tonks asleep with her head on his chest. A moment later, her breasts shrank back to their previous size.
Looking up at the ceiling as he relaxed, he couldn't help thinking about how this would change the future.
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