FIC: Making Up For Lost Time Chapter One (Harry Potter)

I thought I had posted a couple of chapters of this story here before, but I was wrong.  And even if I did, I've changed enough to make it worth reading (or at least I hope so)

I've had the first five or six chapters in rough draft for a while, but decided to polish them up and publish them.  It's a way of trying to ease my way back into writing so I can try to get my stories updated.  Wish me luck!

STORY TITLE: Making Up For Lost Time

PART: 01 of ??  
AUTHOR:Red Jacobson (redjacobsonfiction@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION:  Patreon Exclusive

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. I'm borrowing Aluria from my buddy Lucifael, used with permission
SUMMARY: Harry Potter was a virgin when he graduated Hogwarts and then he was pulled into a locked room in the Department of Mysteries. Suddenly finding himself back at the beginning of his 4th year, he has a new lease on life and a mission from the Goddess of Love and Lust

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING:NC-17
WORD COUNT: <6,653>
SPOILERS:   None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?  Only One Horcrux – the Diary
WARNINGS:If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub,and multiple partners.

AUTHORS NOTES:  There won't be a tremendous amount of conflict in the story, so, if that is what you are interested in, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

AUTHORS NOTES THE SECOND: I've arbitrarily moved the year Hogwarts starts to 1994, so that the days of the week actually line up with the calendar dates.  It won't affect the story, but it's just easier for me to keep track of.

HOGWARTS AT 16 – To avoid the Underage Issue, Hogwarts starts at 16, so all the characters are over the age of consent when the clothes come off.

July 31st, 2107

The Daily Prophet Advertisement

Quibbler Publications releases the True Harry Potter story

Book written by Harry Potter himself chronicles the attempted

return of Voldemort and how it was permanently stopped by the actions of

Harry Potter and his coven of Witches before they went on to change the world!

That's Right Readers! The long wait is over!  The True Story of Harry Potter, “The Boy Who Lived” and too many other nicknames (although my favorite is still 'Oh! Oh God! Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!') has been printed by Quibbler Publications and the uncensored version (for adult witches and wizards only due to the nature of the Coven Bond) is available for only 22 Galleons at your local Flourish and Blotts or other booksellers. For the younger readers, the edited version (without the specific details of the bond) is also available at the same time, for only 15 Galleons!

A Note From the Author:

Thank you for purchasing this book, (and if it wasn't purchased and you are just hiding in the back of the booksellers reading it, you should know that I've place a very special curse on the book, and soon everyone will know what you were doing!   Don't worry, the swelling and color change will end as soon as you purchase the book!) and in the interest of full disclosure, that even though Harry is listed as the author, there were many other people who contributed their memories to making it the most complete version of the story available.   Even those people who were involved that, unfortunately did not survive to the end of the story were contacted by a team of researchers from the Ministry of Magic, and I was able to question their spirits using a variety of methods.

It would be redundant for me to list all of those who contributed to this book, because I will be thanking Harry and my Coven sisters in private, multiple times! but I would like to thank Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of  Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft (Retired) for the use of his Pensieve in compiling the memories of all the participants.

Now, I'm sure you remember the Tri-Wizard Tournament that was held at Hogwarts a few years ago?  Well, that is where the story begins, because on the night the Champions were selected, Harry was able to unmask the Death Eater who had entered his name in the Tournament, but also performed several other actions that led to the formation of our Coven, as well as quite a few extremely satisfied witches!(And thank you for that Harry, you made my first time wonderful) But I'll let you discover the rest of story, and if you enjoy it, tell all your friends so they can buy copies as well.

Go Ahead, turn the page to see what happened next.   Go on, the page isn't going to turn itself you know!    Ah, there you go!  I'll see you on the other side of all these pages.     -----  L.L.P.

The True Story of Harry James Potter (Uncut Edition)

by

Harry James Potter

Presented by Quibbler Publications

2107

Introduction by the Author

I'm sure that you are wondering why I decided to write this book, after all, the story of my life is known throughout the Wizarding World, isn't it?  Actually, no it's not, the seven book series that were published about my childhood and Hogwarts Years were, to put it mildly, other than the fact that my best friends were Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, almost complete fiction, especially after my first three years, as those of you who were there realize. There was a reason for that, as you will discover as you read along.  Granted I was aware, when I leased the rights to my story to that woman, that there would be a great deal of embellishment going on, but I had no idea that she would basically turn my entire life into a work of fiction!

I realize that I should have read the contract a great deal closer before signing it, but, in my defense, I was badly hungover after going out and celebrating the birth of my son the night before.   Anyway, I missed the clause that prevented me from presenting the actual story for 100 years from the publication date of the last book.   Her solicitors took great pleasure in pointing it out to me when I attempted to set the record straight, naturally.    This book had it's genesis on that very day.   I will admit, I've enjoyed having the last laugh, since I outlived that woman by 50 years so far, and I'm still good for another 100 years or more.

I'm sure that you are wondering, if my story was almost completely fiction, just what was true in the books that were published?   To be blunt, not much at all!  It's true that Voldemort did attack and kill my parents on October 31st, 1981, and I was raised by my mother's sister Petunia and her husband Vernon. And while my time growing up with the Dursley's wasn't the most pleasant experience, they were mostly indifferent to me, not the ogres that the books portrayed.

That's another thing that the books got completely wrong!  I received my Hogwarts Letter on my 16th Birthday, the same as every other student.   I still don't understand what she was trying to accomplish making us all little kids!  I know she wanted to market the books to the non-magical children's market, and supposedly they would sell better if the 'hero' was their age, I don't know.   I do know that a wizard and witches magic doesn't start to settle down until they hit puberty, and trying to teach children with unsettled magic structured spells is just asking for trouble!

There was one thing that she did get mostly correct, and that is Quidditch, it was Draco Malfoy who I out flew during the first flying lesson, although I was retrieving a bracelet belonging to Parvati Patil.   I didn't realize that the bracelet had been her Grandmother's, and I got an extremely nice thank you later from her parents when Parvati wrote and told them what I had done. Of course, I discovered much later that Parvati would have been more than willing to offer a more personalthank you, but because of something I wasn't aware of, I didn't pick up on her hints.    But before that, Professor McGonagall had been watching the flying lesson and I ended up on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.

But other than Quidditch, and a couple of other things, like the fact that the Headmaster did hide the Philosopher's Stone in the school, and there was a basilisk, but the events surrounding those two adventures were embellished quite a bit.  About the only big thing she got mostly correct was the excitement when Sirius escaped from Azkaban.  But other than that?  Well, needless to say, if I were to list every single thing she got wrong this introduction would be longer and more boring than Binns' textbook!  Just accept that, unless I specifically say something about an event  in one of the books, it didn't happen, okay?

I do want to mention the assistance that my lovely Luna provided me in putting this book together.  She was the one who was able to get access to the memories of those people who died before we started the book.  I'll be honest, I really don't understand the magic she used, and the one time she and her team tried to explain it to me, I felt my brain start to melt out of my ears!

Anyway, that's enough of my rambling, it's time to start the story.    One warning though, the version you have in your hands is the uncut edition, and, as such, is intended for adult audiences.  I'm not going to sugar coat things, or close the bedroom door on my activities while at Hogwarts.  Those of you who graduated Hogwarts know exactly how 'active' the students are, and I was certainly no exception.  It's a wonder that Poppy's contraceptive potions never failed, as much as we used them!  Of course, now that the families have had a couple of generations to rebuild, and there are roughly as many boys as there are girls in the incoming classes, you won't see situations like mine and Neville Longbottom's any more.   If there wasn't such a shortage of eligible males during our school years, I'm certain that the girls wouldn't have been as open to the idea of 'unconventional' relationships as they were.

So, I'm going to end this chapter here, with a final dedication to all my lovely ladies, without whom I wouldn't have survived to become the man I am now.  I won't name them all in the front pages, so you can meet them as I did.

It all started, for me, when I received an urgent request to visit the Department of Mysteries shortly after my 23rd Birthday, about three months after the Final Battle...

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Monday, August 11th, 2001

Ministry of Magic Public Atrium

Harry smiled when the lift doors opened and he saw Kingsley Shacklebolt, Head of the DMLE and a good friend, and Amelia Bones, current Minister for Magic waiting for him.   “At least it's not Percy or Edgecombe, I really am not in the mood for those two today.”

Stepping off the lift, he and Shack shook hands, the former Auror speaking quietly, “Thanks for coming in on such short notice, Harry, but Croaker was insistent that we get you here immediately, there is something going on that seems to involve you, but I really don't know what.”  Lowering his voice even further he leaned in and said, “I realize it's going to be hard for you to be here, especially after Sirius..”

Harry cut him off with a small smile, “Believe it or not, Shack, I've made my peace with what happened, I think it happened when I shoved my wand in the Lestrange bitch's mouth and cast a reductor.  It was very cathartic!   However, I do believe Mister Croaker and I will be having words about putting compulsion charms on my correspondence.  It didn't affect me in the slightest, but it was still annoying.”

Turning to Amelia, he gave her a genuine smile, saying, “Minister Bones, it's good to see you, how is Susan doing?”  The smile dropped a little bit at the thought of the brave, and attractive, Hufflepuff who had thrown herself in front of a curse meant for him.

“I know that she says she's doing better in the letters, but I'd really like to see her in person, I haven't forgotten that she is in that bed because she took Lucius's curse.”

Amelia chuckled ruefully, “I've been fighting the healers to allow Susan more visitors than just me, but, they don't care who I am, their word is the law as far as they are concerned.  Merlin! I used to think that Poppy, rest her soul, was bad, but she was a pussycat compared to the Healers at the Hospital.”

Growing a little more serious, she continued, “I have to tell you, Harry, that your letters mean the world to Susan.  There have been times when I've been visiting, and Hedwig flies through the window, her face lights up like a six year old after a visit from Santa!  I'll let her know you asked about her, it will make her day.  Granted, she hears from Hannah and Justin constantly, but the two of them are so busy getting ready for the wedding it's all they seem to think about, and it can bring her spirits down a bit.”

Before Harry could respond, Kingsley cleared his throat, “Sorry about this, but Croaker said what is going to happen is in about 10 minutes, and it will take at least 7 of those minutes to explain what is going on.”

Amelia nodded and waved the two of them off, before turning to head back to her office.  She paused before calling for the lift and checked her watch.  Seeing that it was close enough to lunch time that it wouldn't matter, she sent an Adfero to her secretary that she was taking a long lunch, and headed out to visit Susan.   She still shuddered at the memory of Susan falling, her chest a bloody mess from the curse Lucius hit her with.  Of course, the Malfoy head had no time to appreciate the sight, because Susan had been casting when she was hit, and her Diffindo had taken his head off just above the shoulders.  Susan didn't know that of course, she blacked out when the curse hit her, and woke up several days later in the Spell Damage Ward of St Mungo's.

Department of Mysteries

Harry frowned as the lift door opened seeing no one there to greet them.  “Great!” he grumbled, “I sure hope you know where we are supposed to go from here, Shack, because the last time I was here, I was too busy running for my life to notice landmarks.”

Shack chuckled, “I can imagine, but, yes, I know where we are going, just follow me.”

Harry followed the taller man down the corridor, keeping his eyes open as memories flooded his mind.   He hadn't been lying when he told Kingsley that he had made his peace with what happened here, but he still regretted what had happened that night.  Not only did Harry lose his last chance to get away from the Dursleys, but he also lost the last bit of faith he had in the Headmaster that same night.

Of course, finding out after the old man was dead, that he had been suffering under a curse for who knows how many years, one that affected his thought processes, made him a little more forgiving, since he literally couldn't see how his actions and behavior were harming people.  If Grindelwald hadn't been dead for 50 years by that point, Harry would have killed him himself.

Realizing he was woolgathering, Harry shook his head and started walking faster to catch up with Kingsley.  It wasn't until he was practically on top of the Auror that he realized something was very wrong.  The man was frozen stiff, even his robes weren't moving.  Harry pulled his wand but a quick check showed that Kingsley was still alive, just not moving, but when Harry looked around to see if he could find the source of the spell, the corridor was empty, even the doors he had passed were gone.

“Damn it! If this is Mad-Eye or Croaker's idea of a test, I'm going to neuter them!  The sodding war is finally over, I don't need that paranoid bastard's “Constant Vigilance” all the time.”

His rant was interrupted by the sight of a doorway appearing directly in front of him, where there hadn't been one a few seconds before.  Gripping his wand, he approached the doorway from the side, making sure he was not directly in front of the opening, in case there was a hostile inside.  He was nearly at the doorway when he felt the urge to walk right inside.  He felt as if he were under the Imperious again, but when he tried to fight it off, the warm relaxed feeling just settled in deeper, and he found himself putting one foot in front of the other until he was inside the room.

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Somewhere Else

As soon as he was fully inside the room, the feeling fell away, and, as he whirled around trying to find the source of the spell, he saw the doorway fade away, leaving nothing but smooth stone.  He turned back around, and saw that the room was no longer bare, in fact, there were two comfortable looking chairs, as well as, to his surprise, a king sized bed.  He was still wondering at the addition of the bed when a feminine laugh brought his attention back to the here and now.

“Don't worry Harry, the bed will see lots of use, but I need to explain a few things to you before we get to the fun stuff.”

As Harry watched, a young woman appeared in front of him, fading into view and sitting in one of the chairs.  Harry's first thought was that she was the most gorgeous woman he had even seen in his life, and the second was, “what did he need to sacrifice to get her into that bed?”The woman laughed happily.  “Thank you Harry, I appreciate the compliment, and, you don't have to sacrifice anything, I told you we would get there soon enough, but, first; Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a girl of wealth and taste.”

The smile dropped at the lack on comprehension on Harry's face.  “Damn it, what are they teaching you kids anymore?  No appreciation for the classics.  Anyway, my name is Aluria, does that ring a bell?”

Harry frowned in concentration, searching his memory, “Yes, actually, it does, Aluria is the closest translation of the name of a Goddess of Love and Passion who was worshiped in the Pacific Islands several hundred years ago.”  A broad smile crossed his face, “I never thought reading those books on Mythology back in Surrey would ever come in handy!”

He paused, “Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me you are a Goddess?  Right, pull the other one, it plays 'Honky Tonk Woman'!  And, of course I know Sympathy, but I couldn't believe you would try to pull a line that cheesy on me.”

Aluria nodded with a grin, “Point taken, but, I am that Aluria, Harry, and I'm glad you made it here on time.  I've got a lot to tell you, and a gift to give you as well.  But, to start with, have a seat. Would you like a drink?”

Figuring he might as well play along, until he can figure out what is going on, Harry took a seat and asked for a Ginger Beer, just to see if she could produce it.  His jaw dropped when she produced the famous green bottle with the yellow label, and handed it to him.  As Harry took a drink, he took the time to take a good look at the girl, no, woman sitting across from him.  She looked to be in her mid 20's, but he couldn't be certain, and she had the looks of someone from the South Pacific, although she was wearing more clothes than the Island girls he saw in National Geographic at the Library.  Naturally, the Upright and Proper Dursleys would never have anything so depraved in their perfect home!

His eyes lingered on her curves, and wondered what she looked like naked.  He forced himself to look up, otherwise he was afraid he was going to start drooling.  He found himself looking deep into her crystal blue eyes, and saw amusement there.  She spoke again, with laughter in her voice.  “Focus Harry! I promise you that you will get to see all of me as soon as we are done our conversation, but we need to talk first.”

When Harry had gathered his thoughts again, she spoke, “Yes, to answer your question, I am that Goddess you mentioned, except that I'm the Goddess of Love and Lust, but I suppose they toned it down for school kids.  I've been waiting to talk to you, because, of all the possible candidates, you are most deserving of the role of being my High Priest in this time and place.”

Harry had been drinking as she spoke, and almost choked on the soda in his shock. “What?  What in the name of Merlin's Hairy Arse are you talking about?  I spent the first 22 years of my life dealing with a Destiny, and now, when that murdering bastard is roasting his nuts in hell, and I'm trying to move on with my life, you dump some other destiny on me?”  He tried to force himself out of his chair, but found he couldn't move. “Damn it! Let me go!”

“Not until you hear me out.  You're right, you've sacrificed a great deal, but you are mistaken if you think I'm trying to force you to do something, when, in reality, what I'm offering you is a reward for what you have done, as well as a chance at happiness.”

Harry stopped trying to get up, and forced himself to relax back into the chair.  “Alright, I'm listening.”

“Good, now, before we get started, I just need to ask you a question.  Why the hell are you still a virgin?  There were so many women you know who would have loved to take you to bed and given you everything they had to give! And I'm not talking about girls who just see the whole “Boy Who Lived / Man Who Conquered' bollocks!  In your own year, there was Hermione and Susan Bones, as well as Padma Patil and her sister, and in other years, Luna Lovegood has been yours since she was a second year, long before you two said a single word to each other!

“You don't believe me?  Well, let me tell you a story. It was a late Spring evening in her second year, and she had been locked out of her dorm, and, a few of the more malicious members of her house put a Confundus charm on her, and she ended up locked outside of the castle.  She couldn't find her way back in, and the Dementors made things even worse, she was surrounded by a dozen of the monstrosities, not able to do anything because she kept seeing her mother dying in front of her, and then, suddenly...  Do you know what happened then?  Your Patronus is what happened!  One of them had lifted her up, and was about to Kiss her, and the next thing she was aware of, was the Tormentor's fleeing in terror as she was surrounded by a feeling of love and protection as Prongs nuzzled her cheek.  Is it any wonder the girl fell in love with you?”

“And then we come to the top two women you rub one out thinking about, Fleur Delacour and Cho Chang.  Fleur decided after you rescued her sister that she would give you the night of your life as soon as you were old enough.  Of course, her sister has decided the same thing, but she was waiting until her body matured, which happened over that Summer.  She actually is your age, but Veela puberty is very different from the average witches.”

“Now, Miss Cho Chang, if you had gotten up the nerve to ask her to the Yule Ball before Cedric did, she would have said yes, and more than likely you would have taken each others virginity before the final task.  She was in no condition to try and date you the next year, but, she's gotten passed what happened, and is still very interested in you.”

“So, I ask you again,  why the hell are you still a virgin?”

Harry didn't answer, he was busy thinking over what she had said, and trying to comprehend that all those girls wanted him, for him.

“Well, I've got some good news for you.  It isn't your fault, not in the slightest.  When you first arrived in Diagon Alley, even before leaving the Leaky Cauldron, you were hit by a curse that put a block on your libido.  It was put on you by Quirinus Quirrell on the orders of Tom Riddle.  I'm not certain why he did it, but the block was still affecting you until you walked through the door to this room.

“Well, that's part of the gift I'm giving you. I removed the block as you as you entered this little slice of my domain, I'm also going to give you the knowledge of how to read your partners and drive them out of their minds with pleasure.    Hold still, this will feel a little strange.”

Leaning forward, Aluria put her hands on either side of Harry's head and stared into his eyes.  Harry had no idea what to expect, but what he felt certainly wasn't it!  It felt like his brain was suddenly stuffed with information and understanding of things that he never would have considered before, and now he knew that he could satisfy any woman who he had sex with.

Picking up his drink, he took a sip, and then, with a look of frank appreciation, he said, “So, Love and Lust?  Just what does being your High Priest entail?”

“I think you know, Harry,” Aluria smirked, “But what you may not know, is why.  I'm sure you've noticed that the Wizarding World, at least in the United Kingdom, is a fairly warped place? With the emphasis on bloodlines and tradition, and how anything new is frowned on?”

Harry nodded, “That's for damned sure!  Things have gotten a tiny bit better with Amelia as Minister, and Andy Tonks as Chief Witch, but it still seems like we are stuck in the 1800's.”

“That's exactly the problem, you see, wizards and witches magic has been inhibited, because they have rejected a very integral part of themselves, their sexuality.  You see, a healthy and varied sex life is needed to keep the body healthy, and, when the body is healthy, the magic flows more freely, it also inspires more innovations in the way people use their magic.

“But, about the time Victoria became Queen of England, the so called morality of the English society was brought into the Wizarding World by the new magic users.  There were a variety of reasons why that aberration took hold so strongly, and we could spend a hundred years going over all of them, but, what really matters is the result.  Since then, the magic has stagnated, there has not been a truly new spell or magical advancement in well over a hundred and fifty years.  All you have are people tinkering with existing spells, no one is actually trying to develop something new!  And that isn't the worst of it, with the magic stagnating, it is getting twisted and used to hurt and kill people.  Consider this, before the Victorian era, a Dark Witch or Wizard would attempt to arise maybe once every 2 or 3 hundred years, and they were usually stamped out in a very short time.  But, since the morality took hold, there has been a Dark Lord or Lady approximately every 20 years or so, and they are getting worse each time.  This last time, the Non-Magical Government was within 24 hours of intervening, and that would have resulted in the destruction of the Wizarding World in the United Kingdom.

“Fortunately, it's not too late to reverse things. And that is where you come in. I have been been watching and waiting for someone who could take up the mantle of my High Priest for almost 60 years, and there have been several possibilities, but you have the character and the strength not to abuse their abilities.”

Harry sat quietly for several minutes, thinking about what she had said, before looking up at Aluria and saying, “Okay, what do I need to do?”

“Well, the first thing we need to do is take care of your virginity problem, and then you and I will spend quite a bit of time training you.  I refuse to have one of my Priests, let alone my High Priest, be a boring shag!  You and I are going to have so much fun!”

Standing, she held out her hand, and Harry took it, rising to his feet as well.   She led him over to the bed and, as he sat on the edge, “I'll teach you how to undress your partner a little later on, but, for now, we'll skip that step.”

With a snap of her fingers, both of them were stark naked, and Harry saw his clothing sitting, neatly folded in the chair he had just left.  That was the last time he looked away for quite a while.  He sat there, his eyes drinking in every inch of his new Goddess, from the tips of her toes, up her nicely toned calves and thighs, passed the neatly trimmed triangle of silky black hair, up to her nicely rounded breasts, with her nipples standing firm and erect.  Unable to help himself, he reached for her, and she moved toward him, pushing him backwards onto the bed.  She lifted his legs, so he was stretched out with his cock standing proud and firm.  She reached down and stroked him, “Oh you're a good size, that's for sure.  The ladies will love you once you learn what to do with it!”

Climbing onto the bed, she straddled him, and, raising herself up on her knees, she smiled at him and, grasping him, she rubbed her lower lips across the head, causing Harry to gasp as he felt the lips part around him.  “Ready Harry?”  He nodded, and then moaned as she lowered herself on to him.

Harry watched in fascination as her lower lips, swollen with desire, engulfed him until she had taken all of him inside.  Once he was buried inside her, she started rocking back and forth, moving her hips a little more each time, until Harry thought he was going to lose his mind.  Aluria sensed that he was getting close, and, wanting to stretch things out, knowing that he would enjoy the experience more, froze in place, and tightening around him, kept him from peaking too soon.

As soon as Harry's breath eased, she relaxed her inner muscles and leaned forward, her breasts dangling over his mouth.  He lifted his head and, using his tongue, he teased her nipples, running around them, before locking his lips on first one, and then the other.  Aluria moaned in pleasure as he read her signals and used his mouth in ways that she liked.  She may have been a deity, but she was still wearing the shape of a human woman, and her body responded just as a normal woman's would.

All too soon, from Harry's point of view, he felt his balls tighten, and exploded inside her.  Aluria lowered herself down, so that her breasts were pressed against his chest, and wrapped her arms around him as he kept pumping into her.  Once he stopped, she lifted her head and kissed him, saying, “I hope it was worth the wait, Harry.”

Harry didn't respond, other than to grin foolishly.  She chuckled and climbed off of him, cleaning both of them with just a thought, before conjuring two potions vials.  Handing them to Harry, she told him to drink.  One of them was a stamina potion, and one was a replenishing potion.

After he drank the potions, and he was fully erect again, she smiled, “Okay, now that we have that out of the way, it's time for your education to begin.”

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An Unknown Amount of Time Later

Aluria howled as yet another orgasm tore through her body, biting into the pillow below her face to keep from yelling again as Harry pounded her arse while using one hand to finger her pussy and the other to tease her breasts.   The two of them were drenched in sweat, and Harry's legs were trembling as he finally came with a roar and collapsed on top of her.

After the two of them had caught their breath, Aluria rolled over and smiled at the man on top of her. “Congratulations Harry, you've achieved an Outstanding NEWT in making me cum my brains out!  And that is very very difficult to do, trust me.”

Harry just grinned, and rolled over onto his side, so he could put his arms around her, not saying anything.

“Now, I'd suggest starting with the witches who are either not native to the UK or are muggleborn, they won't have been indoctrinated with the inhibitions the way the natives have been, and you can build from there.  Remember, if you think one of the women is worthy, you can set up an altar and I will appear, to determine if they would be acceptable priestesses.”

Harry nodded, and asked, “So, what's going to happen to my body while I'm back there?  We never really got around to talking about that.”

“I'll keep it with me in stasis, so, when you catch up with this time again, the two of you will merge and continue on from this point.  Of course, I expect this time to be completely different, so you won't need to come back to this room to rejoin your body, you will just wake up merged.”

With a final kiss, the two of them climbed out of bed, and, with a thought, were cleaned and dressed.

“See you soon, Harry.” Aluria said, as she shut her eyes and a glow started surrounding Harry, who was frozen in place.  As the glow faded, Harry's eyes closed and his chest stopped rising with an in drawn breath.

“You are going to have so much fun Harry!  I envy those witches you encounter, they are going to be spoiled for any other men after you get done with them.”  Focusing on the timeline, she laughed, “Oh that kinky witch!  She's a keeper Harry, I like her.”

Looking further down the line, she smiled, “Good, it worked.  We won't have to worry about another putz messing things up again.”

Grabbing Harry's body, she blinked and the room faded away into nothingness, and she appeared in a comfortable lounge, where two figures were waiting for her.

The woman, an attractive red head, with bright green eyes looked up and said, “Welcome back, Love, how did it go?”

Aluria smirked, “As if you couldn't tell, you were watching the whole time, weren't you?”

The woman blushed, “Not after you got his agreement, there are certain things a mother really doesn't need to see.”

“Good point, I'd forgotten you would still have some of those qualms from when you were alive.  But, he was amazing!  In fact, I took a quick look at how he's doing now, and he's already gotten the first member of his Coven, and he's thinking about asking me to try her out as my High Priestess.  She's certainly imaginative enough for the position, but I'll need to see how she does with the other girls first.”

The dark haired male grinned happily at what Harry had already accomplished, before saying, “Unlike my lovely wife, I did pay attention, and you taught him quite well, and, if I didn't already know the shite he had to go through in life, I'd probably be jealous of the prat!  As it is, I could enjoy the way he made you squeal toward the end there, and look forward to when we can all be together.”

“Speaking of together, when are you going to let Harry know that his surviving the Killing Curse was your doing, not some 'mothers love' bull that Albus was spewing out?”

“I'll let him know that at the same time that I let him know that I gathered you two up after that night.  I  think he'll be pleased to know that his parents were my High Priest and Priestess before him.  Of course, you didn't have enough time to truly make any changes before you were betrayed, which is a shame, because there were several women who were eyeing the two of you, and I think one of them will find her way into Harry's orbit sooner or later.”  Aluria paused, before looking over at James and Lily, “Now, it's been a long time, by my reckoning, since I was home, so what are we doing still dressed?”

With a happy laugh, she tore off her top and took off in a run down the hallway, with her lovers close on her heels.

MUFLT & MUFLT & MUFLT

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The Great Hall

Friday, October 31st, 1997

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione at his side, as usual, trying not to watch as Ron tore into his dinner.  'Thank Merlin he eventually grew out of that habit, I'd almost forgotten how disgusting it was to watch.' he thought, before glancing over toward the Ravenclaw table, catching Cho's eye before she smiled and blushed a little.  He hadn't wasted any time after he woke up that morning, and caught her as she was leaving breakfast.  She was happy to accept his invitation to Hogsmeade the next morning.  He managed to brush his hand against hers, and knew her deepest fantasies instantly.  Smiling at her, he squeezed her hand gently, and they separated to attend their classes.

He had no problems with the classes that day, since he had already been through them once before, so he spent most of his time thinking about the mission he was given.  It was a good thing that Aluria had gifted him with complete control of his bodily reactions, or he would have spent the day with a tent in the front of his robes. Especially when he managed to, accidentally, brush against Susan Bones as they were leaving Herbology, and it seemed that Aluria was right, she had wanted him even as early as this year.  He decided that he would definitely get to know her better this year, especially if he can avoid the entire Hufflepuff House being pissed at him for supposedly stealing their glory.

He had briefly considered pulling his name out of the Goblet, but he needed an excuse to get close to Fleur, and the competition would be useful in that regard.   Looking up, he saw that Dumbledore was about to announce the names of the Champions.

He watched as the three Champions names were drawn, the same as they were the last time, and, as Dumbledore turned to make another announcement, the flames burst again, and another piece of parchment came out of the Goblet.  Forcing himself to watch impassively as the old man looked at the name on the paper, he was grinning like a madman inside, knowing that he was about to ruin Voldemort's entire day.

As Dumbledore called his name, all he could think was, “It's Showtime!”

End Chapter One