He walked around the house for a while, hoping to catch something interesting, but nothing really caught his attention. He had heard Tonks and Remus having a loud argument as he passed in front of Remus' room, as Remus clearly realized something was different, but Harry didn't feel too bad about it.

Remus had a full year to make a move, but he chose to rebuff Tonks repeatedly. He shouldn't be surprised to see her exploring new avenues instead of pining after him. Not everyone lived of self-pity like Remus. Still, after using a spell to peek through the door to make sure there was no real chance of them suddenly getting together —in the form of a weak aversion charm to intensify their already intense argument— he went to his room.

Just like Fleur had promised, he had found his invisibility cloak on his desk, but it wasn't the only thing he had found. He also found a wizarding photo, deliberately taken from an obscure angle to show the beautiful blonde naked yet hiding everything important with the angle. Everything but a pile of red hair on her lap, moving desperately. 'A preview for the evening,' the note read, exciting him even further.

Just as he was considering the merits of waiting until Fleur and Ginny's return, using the opportunity to work on his magic. Before he could make a decision, however, an explosion occurred in the attic, filling the corridor with smoke.

He was quick to react, wrapping himself with the cloak as he dashed forward, ready to meet with the surprise attack. Only to find a much more unbelievable scene at the end of the corridor. A cloud of thick, multicolored smoke was spilling out of the attic, but Harry didn't care about it other than casting a quick bubble-head charm, because his gaze was locked on the unfamiliar redhead in the middle of the cloud of smoke, stepping out as she coughed repeatedly.

His shock had multiple reasons. The simplest and the most obvious one, however, was the unknown witch's current state of dress. Or more accurately, the lack of it, making his eyes enjoying the sight of her amazing curves. Her curves were even more beautiful than Susan's, though considering she was clearly in her mid-twenties, it was an unfair comparison. Susan was yet to complete her amazing development.

The second detail about her —something he only noticed a good ten seconds later, too occupied by the way her beautiful tits jiggled with her every cough.

Still, there was the question of her identity. He could hear the footsteps of other people rushing upstairs to check the source of the explosion, but he wanted to take control of the situation before they could arrive. If she was an enemy, letting anyone else interrogate her would have been a waste, and if she was an ally, letting the others see her busty body would have been an even bigger mistake.

Before Harry could check it through a peek into her mind, however, she had revealed her identity indirectly, but without leaving space for the slightest doubt. "Fred and George!" she spat out in a shockingly shrill tone, one that distinctly reminded him of a howler. "I'll kill you two. I said you can't brew the age-reduction potion in the attic!"

Just like that, the footsteps of the people rushing upstairs cut like they were attacked by a vengeful dragon. Admittedly, Harry thought, under normal conditions, it was a correct move. After all, a furious Molly Weasley was about as dangerous as a furious dragon, and as an annoying bonus, about fifty percent louder. Moreover, whatever amazing transformation she had gone through that left her to look like an erotic movie star at the peak of her career certainly didn't change her voice, at least not when she shouted hard enough to mimic a howler.

Also, Harry found out he didn't fear mind the sound as much as before when the said shout pushed her naked chest forward proudly, enhancing the sight of already spectacular tits.

If that was the way she looked early in their marriage, having seven children one after another looked like a much more reasonable decision.

Harry watched in amusement as Molly alternated between coughing and cursing. In her distracted state, however, it took a while for her to realize her state of nakedness, and dashed back inside the same room that was still filled with potion fumes, the probability of getting caught scarier than the side effects of a failed potion experiment. Since he was not a total moron, he followed her, and slipping inside before she could close the door, relying on his invisibility cloak to stay undetected.

Molly —referring to her as Mrs. Weasley was markedly different when she was naked and displaying the body of an erotic star was impossible in his mind— started looking around for her wand, but with her green eyes stinging from the thick layer of fumes, she failed to find it immediately. With his bubblehead charm, he didn't have the same problem. A silent summoning charm later, her wand was securely under his invisibility cloak, making her search hopeless.

"I'll kill them," she murmured repeatedly as she continued to search for her wand desperately, with absolutely no result. She continued her search, her annoyed murmurings getting more and more intense, however, it wasn't the part that got Harry's attention.

No, he was interested in the way her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each step. He wondered about the reason, but before he could take a mental to peek about it, Molly revealed that in an annoyed whisper. "I can't believe my sensitivity is back," Molly suddenly murmured as she stopped searching. "I thought that I had got rid of that sensation after seven children. I can't go through it again."

What an interesting statement, Harry thought even as he watched Molly first walk toward the door and put a chair behind it to lock it —lacking her wand to lock it magically— and then sit on a couch, her legs parted, inadvertently giving him an amazing show. He decided to sate his curiosity with a little peek into her mind, going through her story.

Only to meet with a more interesting story than he had expected. Considering her obsessiveness with being a proper housewife, Harry was actually expecting her to be a slut back in the school days, an assumption that was supported by the beauty of her young body and her clear nymphomaniac tendencies. As he delved into her mind, however, rather than the racy scenes as she got double-teamed by Slytherin boys, he only found a prim and proper lady, essentially the same woman that she was as a housewife, only younger. Baggy clothing, judgy attitude, very few male friends, and absolutely no boyfriend.

The real interesting thing, however, was her nighttime activities. Always alone, always in a closed room, but treating herself with a massive dildo in her equally massive ass as she squeezed her own tits furiously, trying to satisfy the needs of her own desires without becoming a 'scarlet woman'. Only when she got married, she started to have sex, resulting in seven children in rapid order despite the rather lackluster capabilities of her husband, who was more interested in lightbulbs than understanding the depth of the needs of her wife.

And Molly was too prim to actually talk to him about it.

Such an interesting story, Harry admitted as he pulled out of her mind, only to meet a similar scene from her mind. Her hands were already on her amazing breasts, squeezing furiously, while her legs parted, leaving her wet pussy unattended. Harry was tempted to take a step forward and fill the emptiness, but unfortunately, that was not a possibility yet.

Still, watching Molly caress her body with a burning need, displaying an intensity he had never seen when working solo, was more than okay as a consolation prize. Especially when one of her hands landed on her thigh, slowly dragging toward her wet pussy, pulsating with anticipation. She closed her eyes as her middle finger pushed against her pussy, rubbing the entrance furiously, wet enough to make an actual sound as a digit slid inside her.

Uncontrollably, she let out a thick moan, causing his to widen in anticipation. She was even more sensitive than he expected, even with her old memories to reveal. Her hand covered her pussy completely as a second finger joined the fray immediately, the other hand around her tits, squeezing furiously, her heavy lust no doubt blunting the sensation of pain as she squeezed her flesh hard.

It was a pity that he didn't have a camera with him, he thought in disappointment.

Still, the show Molly was providing didn't leave him disappointed for long, not when a hungry smile was on her lips to complete the sight of her whorish body, unable to be satisfied by her fingers, but what she truly wanted was kept back by her prudishness. She added another finger, fucking her own pussy furiously, ruthlessly, the same way a man would have treated her if she was a whore. As he watched her, Ginny's quick submission started to make sense.

After all, like mother, like daughter.

As she moaned loudly, Harry couldn't help but think how she would react to be fucked by a proper man. One virile enough to tame a veela, for example. As Molly continued to lose control with her masturbation, building toward an unbelievable orgasm with a shocking speed, Harry was considering the best way to take her, hoping that whatever failure came from the twin's experimentation could hold for a few moments.

After all, he finally saw the reason for Molly's constant bitchiness and frustration. He wouldn't be a good family friend if he didn't help them solve such a critical issue.

The Weasley family was so lucky to have him as a friend, as not only he was selfless enough to help their significant others properly relax, he was even willing to take one for the team and fix the famous bad temper of Molly Weasley…


This is the removed scene from Dark Discoveries, initially planned to take place at chapter 52. Since a great number of people were unable to separate that from their movie perceptions, I decided it would be better to remove it and put it here, for the perusal for people that enjoyed it.