Time Keeps on Slipping - Chapter 4

"I don't care how." Tonks hugged him again. "I'm glad you're back."

"Thanks." Harry chuckled. "I never realized you were so touchy."

"Come off it." Tonks punched his shoulder.

She let him go and took a step away. A boy followed her into the room. He was the oldest of the 'kids' Harry had seen so far.

"This is Teddy, my son." Tonks said proudly.

"Hi." The boy waved awkwardly.

"Hi." Harry waved back.

"I've… uh, heard a lot about you." Teddy tried to find something to say.

Harry chuckled. Teddy was tall and lanky. Honestly, he looked like a younger Lupin. Healthier too. That reminded him.

"Where's Remus?" Harry asked.

The jovial mood in the room instantly died.

"Let me know if you find out." Tonks grumbled; her hair shifted to long black spikes.

Harry raised his eyebrows at that.

"He left to 'protect me' once he found out I was pregnant." Tonks explained.

Harry tried to understand the words she just said. He didn't want to believe it, but then, honestly, he didn't know all that much about Remus. The brief time he had spent with him was rather lackluster. Where Sirius was full of life, even after Azkaban, Remus always seemed like he was the prisoner.

"Oh." Harry searched for the words.

"Yeah." Tonks shrugged. "How long have you been back?"

"A day?" Harry looked over to Luna.

"Almost." Luna replied happily.

"Has our dear Minister activated a state of emergency yet?" Tonks teased. "With you back there's bound to be something happening."

Harry laughed at her. A strange movement in the corner of his vision drew his gaze to Teddy. His hair had changed to black and messy, similar to Harry's. There was a slight glaze to his, now green eyes as well. The shape of his face and his build stayed the same.

"You're a metamorphmagus too?" Harry asked Teddy.

"Huh?" Teddy shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Yeah. It made for some fun times at Hogwarts."

Teddy paused, taking in how he now looked compared to Harry. The pleasant expression on his face hardened. He shifted back to his previous appearance.

"Excuse me." Teddy grumbled as he left. "It was nice to meet you."

"It was nice to meet you too." Harry called after him.

Harry gave Tonks a questioning look. She rolled her eyes and motioned to the group now behind them. He turned to see all of the guys in the room appeared drunk. The last time he had seen something like that was during the tournament when Fleur.

"Non." Fleur gasped as she flowed into the room.

Before, Fleur had been hot. Now, she looked like sex incarnate. She had matured, her form had filled out, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. She was a goddess. Following behind her was a girl who could have been her clone from the Triwizard Tournament, aside from her style, and another girl who was maybe a few years younger than the first. Behind the trio of gorgeous women was a ginger boy who was probably the prettiest Weasley wizard to have ever lived.

Fleur started to speak rapid-fire French as she wrapped him in a hug. She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and finally a brief one on his lips. Once again, he was subjected to an examination, though this one was a bit more gropy than the one Tonks had given. All the while she continued speaking.

She held his face in her hands waiting for a reply. Harry chuckled and adjusted his glasses after her inspection.

"Mom." The older of the girls said. "He has no idea what you're saying."

Fleur tsked.

"Merci, Victoire." Fleur sighed. "We will correct that soon. I did not believe it when they said you were back. I did not want to give myself hope. You have not aged a day."

"You're accent is a lot better." Harry commented.

"We mourned you, 'Arry. I mourned you. It was not until you were gone that I realized how much you meant to me." Fleur's voice caught in her throat.

Harry pulled her into a hug. They had become friends during the Tournament. She found being around him nice since he wasn't a drooling mess, and he felt a kinship with dealing with the unwanted attention she too experienced. With things as chaotic as they were, they had only managed to exchange a couple of letters.

"It's ok." He whispered. "I'm here now."

"Listen leetle boy." Fleur teased, letting her accent come back in full force for the word. "There will be no more of these heroics. My heart cannot take it."

"It's trouble that finds me." Harry laughed.

The sound of a throat being cleared ended their hug. Fleur looked over her shoulder at the trio of her children.

"These are my children." Fleur moved beside him, slipping her arm around his waist. "Bill and I married. Our oldest, Victoire. Then our son, Louis. And our youngest, Dominique."

"You didn't name one of them after me?" Harry teased.

Fleur slapped him lightly on the chest.

"Hello." Harry turned his attention back to the trio and gave them a shy smile. "I'm Harry. You probably knew that."

"Oui, we know." Victoire replied with a fake accent.

Victoire strolled over to him. It was almost like Fleur had stepped out of the past as well. Aside from the fact that her bright blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and she was wearing casual muggle clothes. She still made the jeans and t-shirt look hot.

"It's nice to meet you." She said as she gave him a hug. "We've heard a lot of stories."

Harry blushed. It wasn't every day an attractive girl hugged him. He heard her sniff him. Victoire pulled back, holding him at arm's length. She looked over her shoulder at her mother. Fleur gave a small nod.

"Victoire." Harry repeated her name, trying to commit it to memory. He wasn't sure how long it would take him to learn to match the names with faces.

"Call me Vic." She said.

"Victoire is a beautiful name." Fleur scoffed.

"Lay off her." Tonks chuckled.

"Thank you, Auntie." Vic gave her a warm smile.

She yelped as she was pushed out of the way. The younger girl stepped up, wrapping Harry in a hug. She pressed her nose against his shoulder and took a deep breath. Her eyes were wide when she pulled away. The girl scanned the room, searching for something.

"Dominique, right?" Harry asked.

Where Victoire had been casual, Dominique was stylish. Her hair was expertly sculpted to catch the light, making it almost luminous. She wore a form fitting blue dress that showed of her petite body while exposing very little skin.

"Yes." Dominique answered. Unlike Vic, her voice was flavored with a slight French accent. "And I prefer Dominique."

She shot a look at her sister. Vic stuck her tongue out at her in reply.

"What year are you?" Harry asked. "Roxie told me you're in Ravenclaw."

"I'm going into fourth year." Dominique answered happily. "Are you attending in the fall?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I'm going to start the fifth year. That was when I… left."

"Louis." The boy said stepping up beside them. He was dressed in muggle attire similar to Harry's own clothing. "I'm in Gryffindor and starting fifth year this fall too."

"Nice to meet all of you." Harry said with a smile. "Why aren't you effected by the allure?"

"It doesn't work on immediate family." Louis replied. "With the three of them together it's hard to get anything done."

"Hey." Vic tickled her little brother.

"What?" Louis giggled as he jumped away from her attack. "It's true."

Harry smiled as he watched the trio of siblings interact. Dominique looked absolutely mortified about how her brother and sister were acting. The expression on Vic's face told him that she knew exactly what she was doing. Louis was just desperate to stop being tickled.

"Children." Fleur spoke up. "The others were in the hall. Please join them so we make catch up."

"Yes, mom." Vic and Louis sighed.

"Oui, maman." Dominique said.

The trio joined the others in the hall. From the sound of it, the entire group was still gathered by the door. Fleur wrapped him in another hug once her kids had left.

"You smell like sex." Fleur whispered in his ear.

Harry tried to hide the shiver from the way her breath tickled.

"It's a long story." Harry mumbled.

"Perhaps you could tell me more later?" She purred.

"Sure." Harry nodded.

"Down girl." Tonks teased.

Fleur took a step away.

"Down yourself." Fleur's eyes flicked to the other witches selected form.

Tonks looked exactly like she did when she had first met Harry. It made her office worker outfit even odder on her. The men in the room appeared to be back in control now that the two other Veela weren't in the room.

"Are you still an Auror, Tonks?" Harry asked.

"Co-Head of the Department." Tonks said in reply.

"There's a Co-Head now?" Harry scrunched up his nose as he spoke.

"Trust me, it needed it." Tonks sighed.

"Congratulations." Harry offered.

"Thanks." Tonks smiled at him.

"What about you, Fleur?" Harry asked.

"I work for the goblins." Fleur replied with a wave of her hand. "They encounter all sorts of enchanted and cursed items. My team identifies, catalogues, and removes any curses. We also note the enchantments for further study."

"The goblins sell the enchantment studies." Fred offered up.
"Fleur has clued us in on some interesting ones." George gave her a mock salute.

"Of course." Fleur flashed them a smile.

Surprisingly, it was Alicia and Angelina smiled back at her.

"Are you staying here until Hogwarts starts?" Fleur asked.

Harry paused. He looked over to Hermione and Ron.

"I… don't… know." He said slowly.

"Of course, you are." Ron scoffed.

"I didn't want to impose." Harry shrugged.

"Harry." Hermione sighed. "You aren't imposing. We want you here."

"Where else would you go?" Ron asked.

"He could sleep with me." Luna offered.

The corner of Fleur's mouth twitched as she looked at the dreamy blonde.

"Luna." Fleur cooed. "I did not see you."

"The air is thick around Harry." Luna shrugged.

Fleur chuckled. She turned her attention back to Harry. A feeling of unease settled in his stomach as she studied him.

"This will not do." Fleur shook her head.

"Pardon?" Hermione's voice came out icy.

"Not that." Fleur waved off the other witch. "His clothes, they will not do. I will take him shopping."

"Better you than me, mate." Ron muttered.

"We should be heading off too." Angelina stood up as she spoke. "It was nice seeing you again, Harry."

Harry was then put through a string of hugs. Fred and George didn't want to shake his hand or pat him on the shoulder. They gave him hugs that were tighter than expected. Roxie, Harriet, and James said a quick goodbye after that. They eagerly invited him over for some quidditch.

There was a short break before someone else came to say goodbye. Molly and Lucy, stood in the doorway.

"Dad says we're leaving." Molly gave Hermione and Ron each a hug.

Molly gave Fleur a quick hug, then she stopped in front of Harry for a moment. Both looked at each other awkwardly before she offered him her hand. He smiled and shook it.

"It was nice meeting you." Harry said.

"Nice meeting you too." Molly said over her shoulder.

Lucy stood by the door, hesitating.

"Bye." She squeaked and disappeared down the hall.

"Things with Percy are still strained?" Harry asked once the girls had left.

"He apologized to Arthur and Molly." Hermione explained.

"Apologized." Ron snickered. "If the kids weren't listening, I'd call him a cunt."

"Ron!" Hermione yelled.

"What?" He asked, the smile on his face clear that he did it on purpose.

"Who is his wife?" Harry asked, somehow holding in his laugh. "I didn't recognize her."

"Audrey." Ron took the opportunity for a topic change. "She was a muggle girl that lived near us."

Harry nodded. "I didn't expect that."

"She's almost as mental as he is." Ron grumbled. "Thinks we're the ones who need to apologize to him."

Hermione sighed with a tiredness that came from years of the same conversations.

"You should head out now if you're going to go." Hermione offered. "Slip out with everyone else before Molly realizes she can feed you now."

Fleur and Tonks laughed while Ron glared at her.

"Did you want to come, Nymphadora?" Fleur asked the other witch.

"Quit it." Tonks rolled her eyes. "Go on ahead. Thanks. Teddy probably wants to leave."

Fleur gave her a kiss on the cheek. Tonks gave him another hug.

"Take care of yourself." Tonks whispered. "We'll have you visit over the summer, yeah?"

Harry nodded.

"Bye, Boss!" Tonks waved to Hermione. "Coach."

"Bye, Tonks." Ron called back. Hermione just waved.

"Come along." Fleur grabbed Harry's hand. "We must hurry."

Harry couldn't help but smile at her antics.

"I'll be back later." He waved at them.

"Victorie, Dominique, Louis." Fleur called as she pulled him along.

The trio exited the kitchen. Louis was still nibbling on some sort of baked treat.

"I'm taking 'Arry shopping for clothes." Fleur explained. "Do you want to come?"

"Sure." Vic shrugged.

"Yes." Dominique smiled widely.

"No, thanks." Louis shook his head. "Gran just made a batch of apple tarts."

"Yay!" Luna called from the other room. "Apple tarts!"

Fleur chuckled. "Come, girls, quickly."

"What's the hurry?" Vic asked as she fell into step with her mother.

"Molly." Fleur whispered the name as though it was a curse.

"Ah." Dominique nodded.

Harry arced an eyebrow at that. Vic caught the look on his face.

"I'll tell you once it is safe." She whispered.

"Thanks." Harry whispered back.

Fleur grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. Her grip was still firm on his arm.

"Lavender Boutique." Fleur called before stepping in.

The familiar, unpleasant sensation of Floo Travel rushed by. Harry tumbled out, pulling Fleur off her feet, and ended with them in a tangle. They had managed to land with Harry taking the brunt of the fall while Fleur landed on top of him. It would have been nice, if it wasn't for the fact that her elbows were pressed into his chest and her knees were on his lower stomach.

"My, my, 'Arry." Fleur purred. "So bold."

"You can tease me after you get off of me." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Are you saying I'm heavy?" She huffed.

"I'm saying that if your knees go any lower then we'll be shopping for dresses." Harry chuckled.

Fleur giggled as she stood and helped him to his feet. Vic and Dominique were already waiting nearby. They too were giggling.

"I hate magical travel." Harry muttered.

"None of that." Fleur waved at her daughters.

"We didn't think it was true." Vic motioned to Harry. "Do you know how many times you told us how he outflew a dragon?"

"Shush." Fleur chided, sounding more embarrassed than angry.

"You told them about that?" Harry asked.

"Aunt Gabby always told us stories of the handsome and heroic 'arry Potter." Dominique played a French accent on his name rather thickly.

"Mom did too." Vic added. "But it was Uncle Fred who told us about Floo travel."

"Traitor." Harry grumbled.

He took a moment to look around. They weren't anywhere that he recognized. It didn't look like a shop in Diagon Alley. In fact, it was mostly a sowing area with a couple of racks of premade clothes.

"Where are we?" Harry asked as he turned in a slow circle.

"Fleur!" A somewhat familiar voice called from nearby. "Victoire and Dominique too? It's been so long. Victoire, what are you wearing? Off the rack muggle clothing! Do you hate me that much? Who is this you brought with- HOLY SHIT HARRY!"

Harry turned to see an older Lavender Brown staring open mouthed at him. He waved at her. She approached slowly, studying him. Lavender looked at Fleur, who smiled and gave a little shrug.

"That's not Teddy." Lavender said slowly. "He never got the eyes right, or the build."

"Why would he-" Harry tried to ask.

"It's really you!" Lavender screamed.

She rushed over to him. Her arms were out wide only for her to come to a sudden stop before him.

"Oh." Lavender winced as she looked at his outfit. "I see why you brought him."

Harry's mouth opened to say something. His brain was going in too many directions at once. Any further thought of conversation was halted as Lavender pulled him away. She led them deeper into the shop, out through a curtained doorway to the store proper. Rows of well-made clothing were on display. The style was a mixture of muggle and magical with a broader range of colors.

"This is your shop?" Harry asked. "I thought you were into Divination?"

"Oh." She patted him on the cheek. "That's sweet you remembered. I do love Divination, but there's no money in it. Even a genuine Seer doesn't make all the much." She sighed. "My true calling is fashion. Seeing all the different styles the Muggles had made our world look so bland. I had to do something about it. We're still lagging a bit behind, getting people out of the 'traditional' mindset is a pain in the rump, not the fun kind. I've got most of the Purebloods accepting Muggle formal wear with everyone else rather happy with casual styles. All enchanted, of course."

"Of course." Harry nodded.

"He will need a complete wardrobe." Fleur added.

Harry spared a look at the three Veela to see that they had spread out around the floor.

"We'll start with selections available on the floor before moving to a tailored portion." Fleur instructed.

"This is why I love you, Fleur." Lavender sighed.

Fleur chuckled.

"I need to get my vault opened." Harry spoke loudly.

"You aren't paying for this." Fleur scoffed.

"But-"

"Non." Fleur glared at him, there was a raging inferno in her eyes.

"Thank you." Harry whispered.

Fleur made a happy noise and returned to picking out clothes. Lavender laughed, bringing his attention back to her.

"These are all enchanted?" Harry asked as the trio continued.

"By yours truly." Lavender smiled brightly. "Improved durability, weather treated, and self-mending are the basic package. I can add more for a bit extra, but that's enough for most people."

"Are we in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked. "Fleur wouldn't tell me where we were going."

Lavender huffed. She muttered something under her breath.

"What?" Harry asked.

"This is my private shop." Lavender said after a moment. "Only trusted clients are allowed here. My public shop is in Hogsmeade."

"Two shops?" Harry asked with a nod. "That's impressive."

"Thank you, Harry." Lavender smiled at him. "Diagon Alley is not welcoming to new trends. If it wasn't for Fleur, then I'd be stuck with a cart for festivals where I started. This private location is incredibly popular among Veela."

"No crowds or clerks drooling over them constantly." Harry said. "That makes sense."

"Looks like you're needed." Lavender pointed over to Fleur.

Fleur stood near a door with an armload of clothing. She waved him over. The racks of clothes were spaced out just enough to allow easy passage. He sent a quick look to Vic and Dominique as he passed. They both were concentrating on a different style. Every now and then they would look over at him to visualize an outfit. He smiled at them when he met their eyes.

Harry felt a stone of dread settle in his stomach as he got a good look at the clothes Fleur held. She had to have at least ten full outfits and even more individual pieces. His gaze shifted from the pile draped over her arm to her face to find her eyes filled with a wicked glee.

"Inside, 'Arry." Fleur motioned to the door.

It opened on its own as he got close. The room beyond was bigger than he expected, about the size of his bedroom back at Privet Drive. It was decorated with a few chairs, an open closet with unused hangers, and a raised platform in front of a trio of mirrors.

Harry walked around the room, taking it all in when he finally turned back to face Fleur. The door closed with a click that sounded a little too loud. Mainly because neither of them had spoken. Fleur let go of the clothes and they floated quickly over to the open closet. She drew her wand, casting a series of privacy focused spells faster than Harry could even imagine.

"Fleur?" Harry whispered.

"Yes, Harry?" Fleur replied.

Her saying his name with the accent had always been a little teasing. For some reason, her saying it like this was incredibly sexy. She strolled over to him, her hips swayed to a beat that made the primal part of his brain want to rip her clothes off. A hunger radiated from her eyes.

"I can smell the sex on you, Harry." She whispered as she got closer. "You didn't get to finish."

Fleur ran a hand along his chest. She didn't paused as she continued to explore lower.  Harry pulled her closer, putting the feeling into his kiss. Fleur moaned as she felt his tongue brush against her lips. She opened her mouth to allow him access. His hands grasped her firm, full ass eliciting a happy little gasp. Fleur took a step back. A loopy smile played on her lips.

Her wand flashed, sending him stumbling back into one of the nearby chairs. She undid a clasp on her dress. What he had thought was a pattern turned out to be a single intricate wrap. It fell away with a small shimmy of her shoulders, letting him take in her nude form. Her body was fit, her breasts wonderfully sized, and her skin practically glowed in the light.

Fleur waited patiently as he visually devoured her. It was just as he had thought, she was a goddess. Part of him wanted to claim her. To mount her without a word and fuck her hard until she couldn't walk. She strutted over to him before dropping to her knees. One hand stroked his hardness through the fabric while the other worked on the zipper.

Harry grabbed her large breasts, squeezing them, feeling their weight. He desperately wanted to kiss and suck on her nipples. Fleur shivered. She let out a moan that turned into a growl. Harry felt a flash of heat as her hands tore his jeans to shreds. A triumphant smile crossed her face as she finally grasped his cock, stroking his hardness. She traced the veins along his length. The lingering aches and pains from before were forgotten.

"You have a magnificent cock." Fleur purred. "Now sit back and enjoy."

She started at the base of his shaft, kissing and licking as she steadily stroked him. Fleur moved lower, languidly tasting every inch of his sack that her tongue could reach. Her slender, dexterous fingers on one hand manipulated his scrotum so her tongue could lavish even more attention. Harry let out a long moan, leaning his head back. He tried to look back at her, but his muscles had turned to jelly.

"'Arry." Her voice vibrated up through his shaft, eliciting a vulgar moan.

He managed to roll his head to the side to meet her eyes. Fleur had her smiling lips just above the crown of his cock. He watched in awe as she took the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue circled around the tip, each swipe stretching lower until she was running along the ridge. She didn't let him adjust to the new sensation.

Fleur dropped lower, taking half of his length in her mouth. His hands gripped her hair as she began to bob. She alternated between long, slow strokes and faster, shallow dips. Fleur drew back and paused so only the tips of his crown rested against her lips.

She flashed him a wicked smile before taking his entire length. He could feel her throat accept the head of his cock. Harry gripped her hair tightly as the sensation made him see lights.

"Fleur!" He yelled.

Fleur hummed in reply. The extra stimulation sent him over the edge. His hips bucked on instinct. Her hands grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper and holding him in place. Harry felt his body rock back and forth as he shot rope after rope of cum straight to her stomach.

Harry collapsed boneless back onto the cushion. Fleur wiggled her tongue along his shaft as she raised her head earning a powerful shiver. She smiled proudly, taking a moment to capture any wayward cum around her lips.

"Merci." Fleur giggled. "I cannot do that to my husband. He doesn't have enough control."

Even the mention of her husband wasn't enough to ruin his afterglow. Harry motioned to his lap. Fleur smiled as she climbed atop him, snuggling against his chest. She idly stroked his softening member.

"I missed you 'Arry." She whispered. "More than I thought possible."

Harry met her eyes, seeing a multitude of words unspoken.

"We'll talk about that later." Fleur placed a small kiss on his lips. "Now, we need to get you clothes."

"Especially pants." Harry said with a sly grin.

"I wouldn't mind." Fleur sighed as she moved her hand from his shaft to his sack, idly caressing his testicles. "Neither would my girls, I bet."

Harry's eyes went wide at that.

"Oh? You didn't know?" Fleur gave him a wicked look. "My girls will want a taste of you."

"And you're ok with that?" Harry asked softly.

"I can't be selfish with such a treasure as you." Fleur cradled his sack in her hand. "I have a feeling your adventures are going to take a much more pleasant turn from now on."