Peace and Quiet while Pondering Paradoxes

A bit of rest and a nice hot shower did wonders for his recovery time. The headache had faded completely. He wasn't sure who came up with the spells for the plumbing in Hogwarts, but they were wonderful people. The water was always the perfect temperature, even the biggest bathtubs filled in a couple of minutes, and soap was rinsed off completely.

The shower also gave him time to think on his most recent adventure in the room. He was relieved that he didn't have another child that was older than him. The fact that he already had four was more than a little concerning.

That train of thought led to another. He had changed the past. A lot. What were the limits of what the room could do? Could it take him to the future? How far in the past could he go? The room had already shown that he could travel outside of Hogwarts. Where else could it take him? Each time had been directed by his desire. Could he use it to kill Voldemort before he rose to power? Or he could go back and capture Wormtail to prove Sirius was innocent. What would happen if he didn't come back? Would he be trapped?

The possibilities made him a little dizzy.

There was another question that gave him pause. How much would it cost? He had passed out due to the pain as his mind adjusted to the changes in the timeline. What would happen if he did something even more drastic?

He didn't even fight the moan that came when deft fingers worked along his back to wrap around his chest. Her fingers worked the soreness out of his muscles.

"What are you doing?" Harry groaned in pleasure.

"You were taking so long." Bella purred. "It must have been inviting me."

Her naked chest pressed wonderfully against his back. One had caressed his chest while the other slid down his torso. There was a small tickle as her touch trailed across his waist. Her hand unerringly found his half-hard penis. She stroked him to full hardness. Her other hand abandoned his chest to join the other below his waist. Bella cupped and caressed his sack along with her firm, lazy strokes.

She rested her chin on his shoulder as she worked. Harry leaned his head back. She took advantage of the motion and began to nibble on his exposed neck.

"What are you thinking about lover?" She purred.

"The room." He moaned. "Time travel."

"All the witches you could fuck?" Bella increased her speed.

By now she knew exactly how to play his body like an instrument. Her grip tightened. The downstroke ended in a loud slap as her hand made contact. His knees started to shake. Harry couldn't see her due to the angle, and the fact that his eyes were closed. If he had been able to he would have seen a wicked smile cross her face.

Bella bit down on his shoulder.

Harry let out a rough moan as he shot his load. She cooed as she stroked him through. Her grip added just a bit more to each pulse. The hand on his sack massaged every bit of cum from his balls. She continued to stroke him even as his orgasm wined.

Her mouth came away from his shoulder with a wet pop. She smiled at her work. It was already red and would only get darker.

"Not exactly." Harry braced a hand against the shower wall. "All the things I could change."

"No fun." Bella pouted. "Cassandra needs more siblings."

Harry leveled an empty glare at her. It was hard to gather the emotion needed to put any fire behind it when she had just stroked him off. The fact that she still stroked him also played a part.

"Fine." Bella stole a quick peck. "What about time travel?"

"The time-line has already changed so much from a few interactions." Harry continued. "There are people alive now that didn't survive in my original time. How many people could I save if I went back and killed Voldemort before he gained power?"

He had spent an evening with Bella explaining the changes to the timeline. While she was aware that there was a change without his input, she didn't know the extent. She absently stroked him as she thought. Her ministrations kept him from going soft but didn't do so much as to get him off again.

"You told me how things changed with Malfoy being replaced." Bella paused her stroking. "Greengrass took his place and was much better at it. What happens when you kill Voldemort only for another Dark Lord to rise? They could be much worse than he was."

"Or there could be no Dark Lord at all." Harry countered. "No war."

"Voldemort was the figurehead." Bella shook her head. "Darkness was on the horizon. It might have taken a few more years without him, but it was still there."

"He was charismatic, powerful, and intelligent." Harry closed his eyes to focus.

Her hands hadn't stopped yet. Now, she started to speed up again.

"How…" Harry leaned his head back and moaned. "How could that get worse?"

"Voldemort lacked subtly." Bella explained. "Killing people, branding his followers, and even his name is something out of a storybook."

She gave him one final stroke before she let him go. Harry let out an involuntary groan of disappointment. Bella giggled.

"My turn." She slipped in front of him.

Her plump bum rubbed against his hard member in a delightfully evil fashion. She wiggled a little to make sure he was focused on the matter at hand. Her pale skin made him almost look tan. Harry was not going to argue. He gathered some soap and began to lather her body.

"What happens when the person who replaces him does it better?" Bella asked as she relished in his touch. "Someone who knows how to play the game. They could use official channels to pass laws that do even more damage. Even the 'Light' Pureblood families have a limit to how much they care about Muggle-born and half-bloods. They care even less about the Muggle world."

"It's scary that you've thought so much about this." Harry slid her hair to the side to expose her neck.

He kissed and nibbled along her shoulder, up her neck, and ended with a nip on her ear. Bella pushed her magnificent ass back against him in reply.

"In place of a Dark Lord you would have a queen." Bella looked over her shoulder at him. "All will love me and despair."

"I guess I'll have to stop you." Harry sighed.

"And how would you do that, Potter?" Bella challenged.

"By fucking a dozen babies in you so you're too busy to think about world domination." Harry bit down on her shoulder like she had to him a few moments before.

He placed a hand between her shoulders and pressed her against the cool tile. His grip shifted to her hips. He pulled back roughly. Bella let out a little squeak of laughter as she was bent over with her ass pointed at him. Harry gripped his shaft. He teased the tip of his crown along her slit. Bella tried to push back. He held his ground, not letting her take the lead. She whined and pouted as she looked over her shoulder at him.

Bella shuddered as he stared back at her with a hard look in his eye. She moaned as the head of his cock pressed against the opening of her lower lips. Her voice stuck in her throat as he pushed inside. The world around her went white as he moved deeper.

She wanted to say something, but she loved it when he got like this. His grip tightened in time with his movements. An almost painful squeeze marked when he bottomed out inside of her. All she knew was that his cock was making her cum with every stroke. The ridge of his head rubbed the right spots to make her see stars. His crown reached so deep she thought she could feel it in her stomach. Her eyes lost focus and a happy, vacant look crossed her face.

Harry grinned. He snapped his hips forward with all his strength. The force lifted her up onto her toes. He hammered into her. Her entire body shook. Every other thrust sent her over the edge. Words were lost to grunt, moans, and screams. Her body bucked against him in orgasmic pleasure. Harry couldn't hold back. Her pussy had been constantly milking his cock with her steady orgasms. He plunged down before shooting his cum into her hungry depths.

Bella smiled at him as his warmth filled her. He kissed along her shoulder as they rode out their combined orgasms.

"Did I show you the error of your ways?" Harry teased.

"Not even a little." Bella purred.