Peace and Quiet for pranksters

Harry stared up at the ceiling of his dorm. His memories were finally starting to settle after a week. He could see the two timelines, and, thankfully, that no longer gave him migraines. Bellatrix had not been joking about making up for lost time. He had detention with her every day since he returned. It usually started out as duel, which was her foreplay, though he couldn't beat her again just yet. Once he was disarmed it switched to sex. The odd part was that his method of defeat set the tone for their coupling. A hard-fought battle would be rewarded with passionate lovemaking. While a resounding defeat was soon followed by a hard fuck. Regardless, their time together always ended in sex.

Orgasms did wonderful things to help him cope with this altered world.

Bellatrix not being evil had altered the timeline in smaller ways too. Neville had returned, as Neve's little brother. There were a couple of other students that he didn't recognize, but no one that paid him extra attention. Well, more than any of the general population. He was still the wizard that defeated Voldemort and somehow survived the Killing Curse twice.

As it was. He needed a break from Bellatrix. The population of Hogwarts instantly noticed the shift in her mood. Even her daughter, Cassandra, had commented on it when she visited. She had been a Slytherin and two years older, so they hadn't interacted all that much. His memories did show that she was a powerful witch that had her own contingent inside the house. These days she was a professional duelist that spent most of the year traveling around the world. Though she did visit on occasion.

~§~§~

Harry slipped by the swirling purple curse. Webs of crackling energy spread along the wall from where it hit. His new memories conjured the specifics of the spell, it was a painful curse that was in basic terms, a net of electricity. It was popular among Creature Wranglers.

He pointed his wand over his shoulder before snapping it forward. A thread of the energy leaped from the wall, pulling the rest along to form a whip. Bellatrix smiled wide in appreciation. An iron spike sprang from the ground. The energy whip wrapped around it and fizzled away.

Harry stabbed at the spike in a series of rapid-fire motions. A chunk of iron shot toward her at the apex of each stab.

Bellatrix cackled as she swatted the crude iron bullets away. Once upon a time that sound would have sent a shiver of fear down his spine. Now, it stirred a heat in his loins. It meant that the session would end in a bed rather than on the stone floor or bound against the wall.

"Mother?" A sharp female voice interrupted the laugh.

Harry conjured a concentric shield. He found that layering them was more effective than trying to make a single strong one. His eyes darted to the side to see a red-haired woman in the doorway. True to the rumors, and his memories, she looked like a younger version of Lily Evans. He would have had a hard time telling the two apart in pictures.

"Hello, Cassie." Bellatrix beamed at her daughter. "Is it the Fifth already?"

Cassandra Black cautiously strolled into the room. She took in the scene. Harry was still tensed for action with a shield in place. Bellatrix held her wand up, mid-cast. Curls of her wild, black hair drifted in the currents of ambient magic that swirled around her.

"Harry." Bellatrix purred. "This is Cassandra Black, my daughter."

Cassandra arced an eyebrow at the tone and the fact her mother had addressed him by his first name. Of course, she knew who he was. Everyone knew Harry Potter. The fact that she had to watch her mother practically prowl around the boy in the shadows once he arrived at school also made her more aware of the boy. If he was able to last in a duel against her mother more than a couple of minutes was a testament to his skill. She could fight Bellatrix to a standstill, but that was because she had been trained by her mother.

Harry stared at Cassandra. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. This was his daughter. She was two years older than her older sister. Time travel was complicated.

"It's nice to meet you." Harry said after a moment.

Cassandra inclined her head.

"If you'll excuse me, Harry." Bellatrix lowered her wand. "I have dinner plans with my daughter."

Harry dismissed his shields but kept his wand at the ready.

"We can resume this tomorrow." Bellatrix smiled at him.

"Today is my last detention." Harry replied.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for insubordination." Bellatrix snapped. "That's another week of detention, Mister Potter."

"I'll see you Monday, Trixie." Harry snorted and shook his head.

Cassandra stepped out of the way to allow him to pass.

"Make it two weeks!" She yelled after him. "And you'll pay for that."

~§~§~

Harry wondered around the castle until he found himself on the seventh floor. It was Sunday evening with a little more than half an hour before curfew. He didn't care if he got caught. Filch had retired after the war and the new caretaker didn't have Mrs. Norris to do the legwork. The paintings would help, just not when it came to Harry. There were certain perks he didn't mind.

He paced the hallway a few times to summon the Room. A place to relax.

The door that formed was a familiar one. He couldn't quite place it though. Harry stepped through to find himself in the Burrow. This was the one from years ago, not the rebuilt version. He could smell the wonderful scent of whatever was on the stove. The light that came through the window showed him it was around noon.

He was reasonably sure this wasn't the past. The room hadn't been able to conjure anything outside the Hogwarts grounds. He didn't want to be rude even if this wasn't the real Burrow.

"Hello?" Harry called.

A shock squeak came from the kitchen. Molly Weasley, a much younger version rushed into the room. She brandished her wand and had an intense scowl on her face. Harry held up his hands, he still remembered what she had done in the Battle of Hogwarts. In the altered timeline she had dueled and killed Barty Crouch Junior.

She froze when she saw him. Her wand slowly lowered.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

"Harry Potter." He whispered back. "Why are we whispering?"

"I just put the baby down for a nap." She replied. "Harry Potter? But… what? Who?"

Harry shrugged.

"Are you related to James?" Molly asked slowly.

"That's my dad." Harry nodded.

The confusion visibly struck her. Harry rushed forward to stabilize her as she wavered.

"No." Molly shook her head. She studied Harry. "No. But… how?"

He stole a look back at the door. How had the Room done it?

"Magic." Harry shrugged.

Molly took a deep breath. She blushed when she realized that he held her close.

"Right." Molly stepped away; she ran a hand over her dress to smooth it out. "What brings you here?"

"Magic." Harry laughed. "I wanted to go somewhere where I could relax. It sent me here."

"Why?" Molly asked. She slapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, dear. Why would you come here to relax? I'm not all that close to James or his family."

"You were always welcoming and warm to me." Harry gave her a gentle smile. "I still have the sweaters you made me."

"Oh." Molly chuckled. "Just when I think I understand magic something like this happens."

"I can relate to that." Harry sighed and nodded.

"Well, come along to the kitchen." She waved to him to follow her. "I've got lunch in stasis and the boys are with their grandparents for the day."

"Thank you." Harry smiled broadly.

Leave it to Molly to try to feed him. His eyes involuntarily dropped as she walked away. The dress she wore was loose and thin. So much so he could see the outline of her body as she stepped into a sunbeam. His breath caught in his throat. Young Molly Weasley was a bombshell. Swap her hair to blonde and she would make Marilyn Monroe jealous.

Harry shook his head. These were not thoughts he should have about Molly. His encounters with Alice and Bellatrix were separate from his normal life. Plus, she was a married woman. Though, that didn't mind much with Alice. He tried to push that thought away, she had made the first step.

The wonderful smell turned out to be roast beef, mashed potatoes, and summer vegetables fresh from the garden.

"Take a seat." Molly motioned to an open chair.

He did.

"It smells wonderful." Harry smiled at her.

"Thank you." She smiled back.

There was a bit of color in her cheeks. He wasn't sure of the cause. His examination of her subtle cues was interrupted as she floated a couple of plates to the table. She sat across from him.

"Do you know how you got here?" Molly asked as they started to eat.

"There is a magical room at Hogwarts." Harry explained. "It's kind of like the nexus point for all of the magical energy contained in the walls. The room can shift to fulfill the desired form of the person who activates it. My friends and I have used it in the past. It's become something of a sanctuary for me."

"Has it done something like this before?" She asked.

"Twice." Harry nodded. "It's sent me into the past twice before, but it was still Hogwarts. A different time, but still Hogwarts."

Molly studied him for a long moment as she went through her memories. Her cheeks started to color once more. She tried to hide by taking a drink.

"Are you worried about damaging the past?" She asked.

"I've already changed it twice." Harry sighed. "I didn't intend to, but it just sort of happened." He noticed the flush in her cheeks. "Any ideas?"

"There was a witch when I was in school." Molly blushed brightly now. "She was a few years behind me. A pure blood lady with deep roots in the dark. A few months ago, I heard that she was banished from the family when her parents discovered she was pregnant and had somehow voided a marriage contract."

Harry held his head in his hands.

"That wasn't her only change." Molly continued. "She didn't give up the dark completely, but she has calmed down considerably."

"Let me guess." Harry muttered. "Bellatrix?"

Molly giggled.

"Wait." She said. "You said twice. That was only one."

"My first time will be in a couple years." Harry shook his head. "Time travel is complicated."

"Did you woo another witch that time too?" Molly teased.

Harry didn't say anything. His bright blush answered in place of words.

"You did!" Molly gasped.

"She was the first." Harry mumbled. "Not my first, but the first with time travel."

"Oh?" Molly continued to tease him. "An important distinction, hm?"

"Yes. Thank you very much." Harry countered. "I didn't lose my virginity to my friends' mother."

"Oh my." Molly covered her mouth in shock. "You friends' mother? You are trouble, Harry Potter."

"I've heard that a lot." Harry flashed her a roguish grin.

They settled into a thick silence. The food before them forgotten. Harry couldn't stop himself from admiring her body. Her breath was heavy and made her breasts all the more eye-catching.

"And now you're here." Her voice came out in a hungry whisper.

Harry nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak.

"It's been a while since a man has looked at me like you are." Molly confessed.

"I find that hard to believe." Harry chuckled. "You're gorgeous."

"Arthur has been so bust with work." A slight melancholy flashed in her eyes. "I spend so much of my day as a mother that the woman has been pushed to the side."

The apron she wore dropped away as she stood. At some point she had undone the tie, or it was a bit of wandless magic. It didn't matter, really. She took a hesitant step toward him. Harry gulped. Slowly, he got to his feet as well. She smiled shyly at him. Another step closer. Her hands went to the buttons on her dress.

"Please." She whispered

Harry stepped closer to her. His hands trailed down along her side to her plump bum. He squeezed, earning a small gasp from her. Slowly, tentatively, their lips met in a fleeting chaste kiss. Her fingers went through his hair. The gentle caress filled with need as she took a firm grip then pulled him into a deeper kiss. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid against hers.

He wasn't sure how things had changed from a relaxed meal to a sex, but he wasn't going to complain. His only issue at the moment was where they could continue. The master bedroom was upstairs, he didn't think the couch would be all that comfortable, and there was food on the table.

Molly solved the problem. She swept the plates from the table and hopped up onto it.

"I've always wanted to do it here." Her cheeks flushed with the admission.

"Do what, Molly?" Harry teased.

"Make love." Her face was as bright red as her hair.

Harry felt a growl rumble in his chest. He surged forward, his lips caught hers once more. His hardness rubbed against her needy lips. All that separated them was a few layers of clothing.

"Take it off." Harry ordered.

Molly nodded. She undid the buttons on her dress and let it fall away. Her shapely breasts were full. He started to kiss along her neck, his true target lower. Molly mewled softly as he nibbled on her collar bone. The small sound dropped to a moan as his lips found her hardening nipples.

He flicked her rosy, pink nipple before he dragged his teeth along the soft flesh. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to feel them on her skin. She arched her back at his touch.

Harry slid a hand along her body. His fingers brushed through her curly bush. Molly cooed as he began to tease her outer lips. She tried to say something, but her words turned to gibberish as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He gave her slit a quick lick. Her legs kicked out straight at the sudden touch. He hooked them up on his shoulders. It helped her stay on the table and allowed him better access.

Molly stifled a scream as his tongue trailed up and down her lips. Her pussy started to spasm before he reached her clit. He slowed his movements. She whined as her orgasm was denied.

Harry smiled up at her as she pouted. Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion when she saw his wand pointed at her. She opened her mouth to question him, but found she had no voice. The answer made itself clear as his tongue attacked her clit. It vibrated, first head on before shifting to random angles.

Molly screamed as the biggest orgasm of her life rocked her body. She was sure that her neighbors would have heard her if he hadn't silenced her. Harry slowed, but maintained the action, drawing the orgasm out longer.

She collapsed back against the table. Her hands pulled on his hair, desperate to get him to stop. Harry stood. His mouth and chin were wet with her liquid. Molly spread her legs wide. She held her hands out to him. The need in her eyes was clear. Her hands suddenly needed to touch him. She groped his chest, his stomach, and ran through his hair.

Harry banished his clothing with a thought. Now he was rather adept at that spell. He leaned back to have enough space to run the tip of his cock along her slit. She shuddered at the tease.

"Last chance." Harry growled at her.

Molly nodded. Her legs wrapped around him, desperate to pull him close.

Harry pushed in, pausing after a few inches. Molly opened her mouth in a silent moan. Her body shivered as he entered her. He could feel her coming again already. Harry gripped her hips. Even though she had already had multiple kids she was incredibly tight.

It had to be something to do with magic. He loved magic.

He released the silencing spell and started out slowly, each rock of his hips reached deeper. Molly pulled him down for another kiss. His grip on her hips shifted to grope her breasts. She began to rock against him. Her hips met him at the peak of each motion. His hands raced back down to grip her hips. He pulled back until only his head remained. Harry snapped forward to spear her as deeply as he could. He could feel her silken walls flutter around him as their hips met.

"Fuck." Molly moaned.

Harry kept the pace slow to savor her tightness. Her pussy seemed reluctant to release his cock. She shifted on the table with each backward motion. He pushed her over the edge once more before he increased his thrusts.

The slow, deep motion was replaced by a hammering pace. Molly, and the table, jolted with each slam. Their bodies clapped together as the speed increased. He no longer focused on her pleasure.

"So big." Molly muttered. "So thick. You're ruining me."

Harry flashed her a feral smile. He felt his end approaching. Her body rocked again in an orgasm, setting off his own. With one final thrust, he plunged deep and let loose a torrent of cum. His eyes met hers as he filled her with his seed.

He leaned down and gave her one last kiss.

"That was wonderful." Molly relaxed back onto the table.

Harry opened his mouth to speak.

"Momma?" A voice called from upstairs. "What was that noise?"

"I should go." Harry laughed.

Molly nodded quickly. She hurried back to her feet and started to search for her dress. He had to pause to admire the view.

"Go." Molly giggled as she caught him staring.

Harry summoned his clothes and was dressed once more before he got to the door. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the headache as he waited for the timeline to change again.

Nothing happened. He opened his eyes. Still nothing. Harry let out a small sigh. He made his way back to Gryffindor Tower without another thought.

~§~§~

Harry took a seat at the table. For once he was early for breakfast. He smiled as Hermione and Neve joined him. Ron stumbled to a spot at the table a few minutes later.

He let out a breath as he began to eat. Everything looked the same.

That was until he noticed the ad on the back of the Daily Prophet. A full-color ad to announce the grand opening of a new location of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George wore matching red and white striped suits and waved toward the open door behind them.

His mouth went dry. On one hand, Fred was alive. That was wonderful. On the other, their red hair had been replaced with black.

Harry's memories shifted just slightly. Fred and George with black hair. A memory surfaced. Once, he had asked Ron about it, he shrugged and said his great grandma had black hair. He looked over at the staff table. Bellatrix casually held the paper with the ad toward him. She winked at him.

"Fuck." Harry mumbled.

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AN:
I've found this idea fun to write. I didn't plan on it, but it's become something of a series.