Time Keeps on Slipping - Chapter 3

Harry sat in the living room wearing a Cannons jersey that had Weasley across the back. He probably should have felt better considering he was practically surrounded by a swarm of gingers. The Weasleys had always been like family to him. It was all too surreal. Madness around Luna made sense but sitting in the same room with his friends that were now old enough to be his parents was beyond that.

He looked at them. They looked at him… and he looked at them… and they looked at him.

Ron was the same height as the twins now. Fred, or George, he hadn't figured out which yet, now had shoulder length hair while the other kept it short like he remembered. Angelina was smoking hot. She had always had a killer body, but a bit of extra weight made her mouthwatering. There was a word that he had heard the guys around the dorms say, MILF. She totally fit it. In school she had an athletic build from her passion for quidditch. Even then she had a large chest and hips. Now, she had filled out a bit more. Her breasts were larger, and her ass looked good enough to bite. Alicia, oddly enough, didn't look all that different from what he remembered. She had always been skinny. Her breasts grown, as were her hips, but she didn't look like a woman who had a kid. Molly and Arthur looked a older. Not by much. Just some more wrinkles and some more gray in their hair.

The real standout change was Ginny. She had barely been his height, now she stood a few inches taller than him. Her body was lithe and tight. Where Luna was petite, Ginny was compact. He wouldn't be surprised if she had a six-pack.

"Did they put your name on the jersey because you were the only one to buy tickets?" Harry asked Ron, with a crooked smile.

The room eased as everyone laughed.

"Oi!" Ron scoffed. "I was their starting Keeper for four years!"

"Good on you." Harry laughed.

"I'm the coach now." Ron grouched. "We've come in top ten in the season since."

Harry smiled at him. "That's awesome, Ron."

"How in Merlin's Soggy Sack are you alive?" Ginny yelled.

"Ginevra!" Molly snapped. "Watch your language."

"What?" She waved a hand at Harry. "Are we all just going to ignore the fact that he was dead?"

"He's Harry Potter." Long haired twin said.
"Boy Who Lived." Short haired twin said.
"Kind of his deal." Long hair finished.

"They've got a point." Harry shrugged.

"No." Ginny shook her head. "How are we sure he isn't-"

"We ran tests." Hermione cut in. "Do you think I'd bring him here, to my house, if I thought he was dangerous."

"He did attack Rose and stun Ron." Long haired twin said helpfully.

"Sorry about that." Harry blushed. "I thought she was you. She wasn't so I thought it was a trap."

Angelina was watching the conversation with a happy smile. Alicia was whispering something to the short haired twin.

Luna told me who they married. It was Fred and Alicia? No. That was before. It was George and Alicia.

The conversation devolved into a back and forth between Ginny and Hermione. Luna would chime in at random times with his test results to refute things. Luckily, his sperm count hadn't been mentioned yet. All the while Ron edged closer to him.

"How are you?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"I'm either losing my mind, or this is real." Harry replied softly.

"I'm wondering that myself." Ron nodded. "This could all be happening as I'm on a stretcher after taking a rogue bludger to the face."

"You really went pro?" Harry asked.

"Sixth year, I made keeper. Seventh year I only let four get by the entire season." Ron chuckled. "The scouts ate it up. Angelina slapped me upside the head when she heard I signed with the Cannons."

"You're lucky that's all I did." Angelina cut in. "Hey, Harry. Looking good."

Harry smiled at her. "You too, captain."

"Please." She rolled her eyes. "I look like my mom."

"Your mom is a fox then." Harry said with a chuckle.

"Harry!" Angelina smacked him on the shoulder. "When did you get charming?"

Harry blushed. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."

"Easy there, Harrykins." Fred said as he joined the conversation. "Angie might play tough, but she's got a creamy center. A few sweet nothings and she gets all twitterpated."

Angelina glared at him.

"How did this happen?" Harry asked motion at them, then at George and Alicia. "Luna said something about you getting hurt."

"Bludger smashed my knee." Angelina scowled. "Knocked me right out of the sky. The Healers were great, but by the time I was ready to play again, I had been replaced. Fred here kept me sane through it all. George and I were never serious, just friends with some extra. The evil twin here, stole my heart."

"And them?" Harry motioned to George and Alicia.

"Them." Ron groaned. "You did another miracle, by now she's usually in his lap. It's amazing that they only have two kids."

"Best man, maid of honor, some drinks, and boom." Fred chuckled.

On cue, the two started to kiss. George pulled his wife into his lap.

"You named your daughter after me?" Harry asked turning his attention away from the snogging couple.

"Of course." Fred said with a smile. "We had an agreement. Harry if they were a boy. Harriet for a girl. George would go for James or Jamie. You're family, Harrykins."

Harry smiled broadly at that. "Thanks, Fred."

Angelina cleared her throat.

"You too, Angelina." Harry chuckled.

"Fine!" Ginny yelled. "I'm going to settle this."

Ginny stormed over to Harry. She pulled him up out of the chair and led him out of the room. Ginny didn't pause as she crashed through the huddled kids at the door. Harry looked over his shoulder at the small pile of younger Weasleys.

He didn't get the chance to say anything. Ginny threw open a door and dragged him inside.

"Who is this?" Ginny practically yelled.

Only she wasn't talking to him. She had dragged him to a room that was a cross between a greenhouse and a patio. In the center of the room sat a perch. Hedwig glared at the invasion, rather upset for being woken up after a long night hunting.

"Hedwig?" Harry stopped short.

She let out a little 'berk' before launching herself at him. Her talons latched on his shoulder, just hard enough to pinch but not hurt. She began to alternate between pecking and grooming his hair.

"Ah, stop. Stop. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." Harry grimaced as she nipped at his ear.

He got the message and stopped struggling. Hedwig had never been a vocal owl. The occasional hoot, huff, or noise was the most she did. Now, she was practically crowing at him.

"It's really you." Ginny said in a hushed voice.

"Hey, Gin." Harry said as Hedwig continued to groom him. "How have you been?"

"How have I been?" Ginny stared at him. "HOW HAVE I BEEN? YOU DIED YOU UTTER SHIT!"

Hedwig paused. She fixed Ginny with a baleful look. Hedwig bonked the side of his head with her own before she glided back over to her perch. Once she was clear, Ginny hugged him tightly, tackling him to the floor.

"I didn't mean to." Harry grunted out. "Are you made out of stone?"

Ginny ripped off her shirt, exposing her tight, muscles torso. Her breasts were pressed against her chest, held in place by a sports bra. She shucked that off a moment later. Harry gulped as her apple sized orb bounced deliciously above him. Her nipples were as red as her cheeks with the nubs about as big as a pencil eraser.

His hands naturally reached up to explore them. She jolted atop him as his fingers found her nipples. He relished the soft flesh. The tips of his fingers circled the nubs. Ginny lifted herself, taking her wonderfully soft breasts out of reach. He had to wonder if that was the one soft part about her.

She proved that thought wrong as her lips crashed against his. There was nothing gentle, or shy, about the kiss. This Ginny didn't blush and mumble at him. To further prove this thought, she yanked her pants down around her knees. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he took in her perfectly smooth, freshly exposed stretch of skin.

"Pants. Off." Ginny commanded.

Harry didn't argue. He hand his jeans down below his knees and his boxers joined a moment later. His erection slapped against his stomach once it was freed from the confines of his clothes. A nearly painful pulse surged through it as he watched Ginny lick her fingers and spread the moisture along her slit.

Ginny slammed down on him. Taking his entire length in one go. Unlike with Luna, Ginny set a punishing pace. Her hips pounded down onto him as she stared at him with a furious look in her eyes. She was so incredibly tight.

"I. Am. So. Mad. With. You." She gritted her teeth, bottoming out with each word for emphasis.

Harry nodded. His hips were starting to hurt, but he wasn't going to tell her that. There was a brief moment of peace as her back arched. Her scorching pussy clenched around him, the muscles working overtime making it feel like she was going to crush his member.

Her body shook as she rode out the orgasm. Once it had passed her punishing pace resumed.

"We were supposed to win the war." Ginny paused slamming down to grind against him. "Not like that. Not losing you."

She leaned forward, kissing him again. This time it wasn't as hard. He felt something wet on his cheeks. When she pulled away, he could see streaks of tears.

"You made me cry." She wiped the tears away. "Again. I promised myself I was done crying over you."

That seemed to spur her back into action. Thankfully, she only lasted another three pumps before she started shuddering again.

"Fuck you." Her voice shook as she collapsed onto him.

Harry wasn't sure what to do. She was naked on top of him, and he his cock was still inside of her. He hadn't cum yet, but he was worried what would happen if she got a second wind. One thing he knew for sure, he was going to be sore tomorrow. Hell, he was already sore.

Ginny solved his quandary by sitting back up. Without any warning, she stood. Harry held back a moan as he felt her pussy let him free. She grabbed her clothes and got dressed without a word. Harry watched her walk out of the room. His erection made it awkward to get his pants back in place, but he didn't want anyone to discover him half naked on the floor.

Hedwig let out an annoyed huff.

"Sorry for waking you." Harry said with a chuckle. "I'll check back later."

The look she shot him was clear: you better.

Harry limped out into the hallway just in time to hear the front door slam. He discovered the younger generation of Weasleys were still in the hall. Their expressions made it clear that they had heard what had just happened.

"Uhhhh." Harry tried to walk normally, only to wince.

The situation was only complicated as Hermione stepped out into the hall. She arced an eyebrow at the kids. They scattered. A couple retreating back to the kitchen while the others fled up the stairs. She turned her attention to Harry. Her sharp eyes took in his flushed face, crumbled clothes, and obvious erection.

"Really, Harry?" She shook her head.

"Me?" Harry's mouth dropped open. "She jumped me. Literally!"

She sighed.

"Come on." She waved him over. "We need to talk."

Hermione waited for him to get back to the room before she followed. The tension had been broken, which made it feel more familiar. He could almost believe that he hadn't been tossed into the future.

"The war is really over?" Harry asked as he settled back into his seat.

"Padfoot went mad." Fred replied.
"Sliced Lestrange into little bits." George added.

"George!" Hermione gasped.

"It's true." George shrugged. "Took down every Death Eater he came across."
"Then cut Snakeface in half." Fred motioned along his waist.

"I swear Fudge had a heart attack when he saw everything." Hermione added. "First time I've ever been happy to see a dementor."

"You did have to jump in front of Sirius." Fred reminded her.

Harry raised his eyebrows at that.

"They hadn't rescinded the Kiss on Sight order." She explained. "Once it became clear that Sirius was the reason we captured Voldemort, they let up on him."

"Dumbledore took him and Bill on a hunt for these horcrux things. Once Bones took over for Fudge, they had an entire department dedicated to it." Ron added. "Voldemort had used a ritual to put pieces of his soul in containers to be immortal. There was still a chance that he could come back."

"Finding the remaining Death Eaters took a few years after that." Hermione sighed. "This time it didn't matter if they claimed Imperious. Any marked Death Eaters were tossed in a cell. The only ones who are walking free either made deals."

"That means Snape is still around." Ron snapped.

Harry caught the momentary glare that Ron had shot Hermione. For her part, she visibly stopped herself from saying something. The group settled into an uneasy silence.

"Any idea what you're going to do?" Ron asked after a moment.

"He should go back to Hogwarts." Hermione spoke up.

"Of course, you'd say that." Ron rolled his eyes.

"She's got a point." Harry said with a shrug. "I didn't finish Fifth year."

"Considering how much time the Triwizard took, I'd have you start with Fourth." Hermione dropped into her lecturing tone.

"That's not going to happen." Harry said quickly. "Doing fifth year again makes sense with all the shit Umbridge caused."

"Harry." Hermione snapped.

Everyone else chuckled.

"Wait." Harry looked to Ron. "Is Snape still teaching Potions?"

"No." Ron shook his head. "I wouldn't let that greasy snake close to my kids."

"He's got an apothecary in Nocturn." Fred spoke up.
"Saw him a bunch when we lived about the shop." George said.

"You got the shop up and running?" Harry asked with a bright smile.

"The original is in Diagon with a second shop in Hogsmeade." George replied proudly.

"That remind me." Angelina said. "We owe you about twelve years of pay."

"You don't have to do that." Harry shook his head.

"You were our first investor." Fred sounded serious for once. "Without you, there wouldn't be a shop."

"Not an hourly wage." Alicia added quickly. "Yearly profit shares."

"We've had some good years." George kissed his wife on the cheek.

Harry was about to argue when he realized something.

"What happened to my vault?" Harry braced for bad news.

"They were frozen." Hermione answered. "When the last member of a house dies, they freeze the account and the contents are held in case an unknown heir, or distant line can make claim. it's not unheard of for a couple to marry and produce an heir simply to lay claim to a sealed vault. They just have to make sure there's enough of a blood connection."

"The fact that the goblins can claim any interest is completely unrelated." Alicia grumbled.

Hermione glanced at Alicia. That was another conversation for a later date. Harry didn't envy her position as Minister.

"Is Dumbledore still on as Headmaster?" Harry asked bringing the conversation back around.

"He retired the after you…" Ron waved a hand. "To focus on finding all the pieces. McGonagall is Headmistress now. Flitwick is Deputy, but still teaches Charms."

Harry paused for a long moment,

"Ok." He said with a nod. "I'll start Fifth Year again. It'll be weird without you guys." He gave a sly smile. "Maybe I'll stay out of trouble for once."

"I'll have you know." Hermione made a pained sound, glaring at him before it faded into a smile. "Not once did someone try to kill me the last two years of Hogwarts."

"Yeah." Ron nodded. "Boring as all fuck too."

"Ronald!" Hermione snapped.

"What? It was!" Ron snarked.

"The kids." Hermione hissed, motioning to the door.

The group burst into laughter as the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps filled the moment of silence. A sharp yell and the bodies colliding proceeded the door opening. Tonks stumbled through. Her hair was dirty blonde and came down to her shoulders. She was dressed in a brown skirt and white blouse. The only thing that remained of the old Tonks were the pair of black boots.

"I don't need you lot tripping me." Tonks yelled toward the hall with a laugh in her voice. "I do that on my own."

"Wotcher Weasleys." Tonks scanned the crowd. "What'd I miss?"

The smile on her face froze when she saw Harry. Her hair shifted to the spiky pink that she had when they first met.

"Fuck me silly." Tonks rushed over to him.

She pulled him into a tight hug. Her hands roamed over his torso, making sure he was solid rather than coping a feel. Tonks took a step away, lifting his hair to look at the scar on his forehead. She finally stopped her inspection by looking into his eyes.

"How?" Tonks whispered.

"Harry Potter." Fred said with a shrug.
"Don't question it." George smiled.