Peace and Quiet with Explosions

Sequel to Peace and Quiet

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Harry stalked through the hallways. Each step seemed to thunder against the stone. The message was clear 'stay away'. It had been a rough couple of days. He had just about adjusted to Neville now being Neve when the news came in. Through some backroom dealing Lucius Malfoy and a few other Death Eaters had been able to commute their sentencing to House Arrest. Even after everything, the ministry still managed to screw things up.

Even worse, no one knew how it happened. Obviously, there was money exchanged and favors called in, but no specifics. The Death Eater vaults had been pretty much drained. They had no real power to blackmail or entice favors.

He needed to blow off some steam. There was only one place that he could think of going, The Room of Requirement. It had proved in the past that it could provide target dummies.

This time the door looked like it belonged in a castle. Not Hogwarts, but a castle, nonetheless. It was made from thick, dark wood with metal bands as reinforcement. The sound of combat greeted him as he opened the door.

For a moment, he was back in the thick of things, in the courtyard surrounded by Death Eaters. He had his wand in his hand, raised a shield, and deflected a rogue spell on instinct. His logical brain kicked in with a flood of information. It may have sounded like a fight, but it was lacking in other aspects. Most battles had an underlying scent of fear and blood. It was something that he was all too familiar with.

The room had taken the shape of a ruined castle. Something that would have looked perfect in the countryside for tourists. Only there were wizards and witches all around tangled in the madness of a fight. He caught sight of one wizard, then two more who had the same face. It was the same with the witches. The room had created them. They faded away once they were struck down only to reappear in another portion of the room to rejoin the fight. The voices lost emotion when more than one spoke.

They didn't pay any attention to him. Any spells that hit his shield weren't aimed in his direction. The flow of the fight followed a single target. Heavy hitting curses outnumbered Stunners and Disarming spells. He didn't have a clue who would be in the room. Aside from some professors, and him, there wasn't anyone who could handle something like this. Hermione maybe, but he knew she had gone to the library to research Magical Law.

He cautiously approached the center of the whirlwind. The world froze. In the middle of it all stood Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked younger, cleaner too, but there was no way it could be anyone else. A thought crossed his mind. Last time the room had conjured someone from the past it had changed the future.

If it had done so again, if this was truly Bellatrix from the past, then he couldn't pass up the chance to kill her now. If not, it would still be a great way to blow off some steam.

He watched as the duplicates cast their spells. They used the ones from the standard Auror handbook. Harry grit his teeth. Of course, she would be training on how to kill Aurors.

Harry had been training to become an Auror before Hermione convinced him to come back for their last year. Thanks to that he knew quite a few more spells. There were also quite a few interesting ones he found in the Black Library. Unfortunately, most of the Potter books were lost to time. A few survived in the family vault, but they weren't focused on combat magic. Most of the knowledge was about crafting magical items and transfiguration. There were a few charms and curses that weren't common knowledge. Creativity was an important tool in magical combat.

He waited until she deflected a stunner, then attacked. A quick cutting curse, originally meant for clay, sped toward her ankle. Bellatrix spun just as it was about to make contact. Her wild eyes snapped to focus on him.

"Potter?" She cocked her head to the side as she batted away another stunner.

"Lestrange." Harry growled.

That gave her pause. A bludgeoning spell cracked against her shoulder in the moment of confusion. She winced at the flash of pain. The duplicates disappeared, but the castle ruins remained.

"My name is Black." She growled.

"You don't know?" Harry teased, sending a blasting curse at her chest.

Bellatrix dodged out of the way and snapped off a couple of quick spells. The stone wall behind her exploded into dust. Harry dodged the incoming curses.

"Little Bella is going to be sold off to Lestrange." Harry twirled his wand along his fingers.

She screamed as her next chain of spells came even faster. Harry slipped by the first three and batted away the last. She was good, but not on the same level as the Bellatrix he had experienced.

"Potter can't do that." Bellatrix tensed as she studied him. She took in his posture, his clothes, and finally met his eyes. "You're not Potter."

The air around him crackled with magical energy.

"Believe me, Trixie." Harry flashed her a feral grin. "I'm much worse."

There was a spark of something in her eyes that he didn't recognize. It didn't matter. The time for talk was over. Harry sprang to action. He alternated his aim going from high to low and side to side. She shielded some and dodged the others. Spells like fireworks exploded all around her. Those that she couldn't dodge and hit her shield knocked her back a couple of steps. Not once did he send a stunner or a disarming charm at her.

A jolt of energy raced through her body. This was going to be fun.

Bellatrix was forced to focus on defense. Her eyes went wide as he cast faster than she had ever seen. She recognized some of the spells from the Aurors mingled with basic Hogwarts, but he used them in strange combinations. They hit her shield strong enough to knock her back with each. She could see visible cracks appear in the air as it began to fail.

She brought a chunk of wall up. It burst into rubble but bought her enough time to regroup. She gathered the bits to form toothpick sized spears then sent them to her opponent.

Harry cursed as multiple of the little spears stabbed into his left arm. He would have been covered in them if he had stayed still. The attack had served to distract him.

Bellatrix laughed at the sound of his pain. She disappeared through a ruined stone arch. Harry followed. He summoned bricks from the walls as he raced after her. A smattering of spells shattered the stones to pebbles instead of his bones. He solidified the dust to create a thin physical shield for protection.

The incoming spells chipped away at the barrier, but it held. Harry dashed through an intact doorway only to realize he had been tricked. One of the duplicates stood in the center of the room. It cast three spells on repeat at his shield.

Harry blasted the duplicate into dust a moment before something hit him in the back. He stumbled forward as Bellatrix cackled in his ear. Her legs wrapped around his torso; one hand gripped a handful of his hair while the other held her wand against his head.

"Someone is angry." She said in a singsong tone.

Harry silently summoned one of her shoes. The sudden shift threw off her balance. He grabbed the foot as it rose and pulled. Bellatrix scrambled as she was swung off of his back. Her hand clawed at his face drawing blood.

Bellatrix hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as Harry stood over her. She stared up at him as her vision began to clear. Blood trailed down his jaw to his chin. His green eyes glowed brightly in the dim light. The repaired holly wand was pointed directly at her heart. He held her wand in his other hand.

She kicked her legs out, tangling them up with his. The move brought Harry down to her in heap. Her hands scrambled over him, desperate to get her wand back. Harry twisted to the side. He tossed her wand through the doorway he had come through.

Bellatrix let out a yowl as she watched her wand disappear into the darkness. She changed her approach once more. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She gripped his hair in one hand and his throat in the other. Harry pulled away, but she held firm. He stopped when only her shoulders remained in contact with the ground.

Harry flicked his wrist to send his wand to the protect holster on his forearm. Now with both hands free, he switched his attention to the removing the crazed creature attached to him. He braced himself with one arm and his other worked on the hand around his throat.

Thankfully, her hands were small and couldn't quite fit completely around. Bellatrix let go without a fight. The sudden lack of tension put him off balance. She capitalized, grabbed another handful of his hair, and pulled him toward her.

His eyes went wide as her lips crashed into his. He pulled away and stared at her. The wild eyes had a different sort of fire in them now. Her breathing was heavy and fast, which made her ample breasts bounce ever so nicely. He hated to admit it, but Bellatrix was sexy. She had been attractive when he had encountered her in the past too, even half-starved, and practically feral.

Harry cursed inside his mind. He had fallen for the distraction. She had the upper hand now. His thought process came to a complete halt as she squeezed him tightly with her legs. She pressed herself against him, grinding her crotch against his torso.

"What are you doing?" Harry growled.

"Enough foreplay." Bellatrix wiggled her hips. "Take me."

There were a hundred reasons why he should just kill her now. But he had already changed the past with Alice. What would change if he fucked Bellatrix? There was only one way to find out.

He snapped his hand in a vertical motion. Bellatrix screamed in rage as the feeling of a dozen little scissors slid along her body. Her dress fell around her in tatters leaving her completely nude. She may eventually become a murdering madwoman, but she was damn sexy now. Her stomach was taut and flat, her breasts firm and proud capped with pert nubs.

"You are one crazy bitch." Harry growled.

Another snap of his wrist removed his clothes. They floated to the side to rest in a tidy, folded stack. Bellatrix gasped as she took in his athletic form. She salivated at the various scars that played along his skin. Her fingers traced the jagged lines downward until she gripped his member. She purred as she stroked him to full hardness. His shaft filled her hand nicely.

Her shoulders were still the only part of her in contact with the ground. He gripped her hips to hold her in place. Harry didn't see a reason to change. She guided the crown of his knob along her wet slit. Her eyes sparkled with glee as she lined him up to take her.

Harry thrust his full length in hard. Bellatrix was incredibly tight, and she was very wet. It was true what she had said, the fight had been foreplay for her. She screamed as their bodies clapped together. Harry could feel a shockwave of magical energy around them. Whatever it was, it wasn't important now.

He hammered down into her. Bellatrix screamed out formless words as spikes of pleasure raced through her. She was completely at his mercy, and it felt amazing. Each thrust ground her shoulders into the ground. The gravel scraped against her exposed skin adding a nice little jolt of pain that served to enhance her pleasure.

Her legs short out straight and shuddered as her first orgasm ripped through her body. Harry continued to slam into her through it. Each time their bodies clapped together sent her on another orgasm. The rage from earlier was lost to the sensation of his cock.

Harry pulled her tight against him as he thrust one more time. He growled as his balls churned. Bellatrix went silent as his warm cum filled her. Each burst of his seed put her at ease. She rubbed her belly with a dazed, happy smile.

She let out a little squeak as pulled out just as rapidly as his thrusts. Her world spun as she found herself face down with her ass raised in the air. A firm hand gripped her hair and held her in place. Bellatrix moaned as he speared her once more.

A drunk smile played along her face as he used her like the bitch she was. His hips snapped with force, sending shockwaves through her body. Harry loved the way her bountiful ass bounced with each impact. He didn't care about her moans, or the coos of pleasure. Her silky walls gripped his cock in thundering, pulsing waves as he fucked her through countless orgasms. Streaks of her cream mingled with his first load colored his shaft.

With another hard thrust, he let loose inside of her once more. Harry leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. His hands trailed along her body. The aggression in his movements eased as he finally began to explore her body. Her breasts filled his hands nicely with some spill over. He slid her nipples between his fingers to tease and pinch them.

Harry leaned back and pulled her up with him. Her back pressed against his chest as her hand lolled against his shoulder. Harry found her lips. She melted into him as they met for a tender kiss. Slowly, he began to rock his hips once more. Bellatrix moaned as she joined in the motion.

The furious fucking from before now became a gentle, sensual ride. One hand played through his hair as the other clasped his over her breast. His thrusts were still deep, gravity and their position made sure of that, but they were steady, almost loving.

Bellatrix cooed as a slow approaching orgasm turned into a tidal wave of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered as her quim squeezed him tight. She was rewarded with one more warm load of his seed.

The ruins around them shifted to the form of the Slytherin Common Room. An easy fire burned in the hearth to nearby. The rough ground was replaced with a thick fur rug.

Harry settled them on the floor. He pulled her against his chest as they turned to the side. Bellatrix wiggled against him as they lounged before the fire.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

"Harry Potter." He replied as he placed a kiss on her neck.

"There aren't any other Potters here." Bellatrix looked at him over her shoulder.

"Not yet." Harry gave her a roguish smile.

She raised her eyebrows to show she was waiting for a further explanation.

"Magic." Harry shrugged.

"Will I see you again?" She whispered.

"I don't know." Harry found his emotions were a conflicting whirlwind. "Fuck it." He said more to himself than her. "I haven't been born yet. This is the past for me. I don't know how it works, but this room has sent me back to you."

Bellatrix turned to the fireplace. She studied the flames for a long moment.

"I'll wait for you." She said after a moment.

Harry chuckled. She rolled to face him. A serious expression greeted him. It was odd to see such a sane look coming from her.

"You felt the magic." Bellatrix stated.

"Yes." He nodded. "What was it?"

"That was the Chastity Claus of a Betrothal contract being broken." Her smile took on a little bit of the wildness that she usually displayed. "No Pureblood will touch me. I'm spoiled goods." She rubbed her stomach. "Probably, well and truly with amount of seed you gave me."

Harry blinked. He leaned back and laughed. The sound echoed around the room. She nuzzled against his chest.

"Stay the night?" Bellatrix whispered against his chest.

Harry kissed her forehead. The warmth from the fire with her in his arms let sleep come without issue.

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Harry woke up alone on the fur rug. His stack of clothes had been replaced by the shredded remains of her dress. He chuckled as the Room provided a fresh set. The style was out of date, but they would work.

He paused at the door.

"Thank you." Harry said to the room.

There was a shift in the air. A warm breeze ruffled his hair.

Harry checked the time. He had time for breakfast. The event last night did wonders for his state of mind. He made his way to the Great Hall with a skip in his step. The table was just starting to fill when he arrived.

He waved at Neve and Hermione as they appeared.

"Harry!" Hermione rushed over to him. "What happened?"

"Hm?" Harry arced an eyebrow at her.

"Your face." She summoned a little mirror to show a row of scratches along his jaw.

"They look like claw marks." Neve leaned in to examine him.

"I went to the Room to blow off some steam." Harry shrugged. "It got a little intense."

Hermione glared at him. She was about to launch into one of her lectures when his attention was pulled back to Neve. A boy that looked like Neville had taken a seat beside her. Well, Neville if he was a couple years younger than usual.

"Don't look now." Neve whispered. "Professor Black is glaring at you again."

"Professor Black?" Harry muttered.

He turned to the staff table to see an older Bellatrix staring at him. A wicked smile crossed her face as she noticed the scratch marks along his jaw. He turned back to his friends.

"What does she teach?" Harry asked in a hurried whisper.

"Defense." Neve gave him a puzzled look. "I swear, she's been stalking you since first year."

A spike of intense pain lanced through his forehead. An entirely new past crammed itself in his skull. He could see the original timeline as well as this one.

Bellatrix was the Defense professor and had been since first year. Countless new combat spells, tactics, and knowledge flooded his mind. It was Potions that had the rotating Professors. Somehow, he still had a better handle on the subject than when Snape 'taught' it.

Speaking of Snape, he was the History professor this time around. The memories of his lessons made him wish for Binns.

More than that, the changes to history reached for more than just swapping Neville for Neve. Bellatrix hadn't joined the Death Eaters. She had been kicked out of House Black once it was clear she had broken the Chastity Claus. Similar to Sirius, it wasn't official, so she was still part of the family technically. Her daughter carried the name Black as well.

Shit. That was two daughters now.

Cassandra Black. She was two years older than him. Her eyes were the same green as his, but her hair took after her mother. Those that knew his mother said she looked like Lily Evans reborn.

He forced his focus on Voldemort and the war. Without Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers were killed when they attacked the Longbottom family. Alice and Frank were alive. In fact, he spent a few summers over at their place rather than the Burrow. His relationship with Ron was only in passing. It was Neve who went on the adventures with him and Hermione.

Voldemort still attacked his parents that night. Sirius was imprisoned and escaped. This time it was Bellatrix who captured him rather quickly, she didn't believe her cousin had anything to do with the murder of two of his best friends. Her involvement led to Pettigrew being caught and killed before Christmas break. Fudge screwed things up, of course. Pettigrew was kissed by a Dementor before they could get any information out of him.

Fourth year and the Tri-Wizard played out close to the original. Except Bellatrix shared knowledge with him and paid special attention to him via private tutoring sessions. She seemed to study him for some reason. Neve said she saw her stalking him from time to time. Especially as he got older. Now he knew she was looking for that moment of recognition.

It was Snape who was replaced that year rather than Moody. No one really noticed the change in behavior. If anything, Crouch was a better teacher. The graveyard played out close to the same, except it was Crouch who sacrificed his arm.

Fifth year found Snape with a year of 'recuperation' which allowed Umbridge to take over History. Unfortunately, there weren't many differences that year. Aside from the Battle at the Ministry. With Sirius being free, the Death Eaters resorted to kidnapping Harry to get to the prophecy.

Bellatrix, Sirius, and Dumbledore along with the DA members {the club was called Trixie's Troublemakers in this timeline. Fred and George came up with the name. When she found out they weren't able to sit down for three days) made the Death Eaters regret that decision. It was only the appearance of Voldemort that turned things tense.

The changes to Sixth and Seventh year were so muddled they made his head hurt even more.

"Mister Potter." Bellatrix placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come with me."

Harry nodded. He immediately regretted it. The motion sending a wave of nausea over him. Bellatrix helped him stand. He knew the path to the Healing Ward well enough to know that she wasn't taking him there.

"Where are we going?" Harry closed his eyes to shut out the light.

"My office." Bellatrix purred. "We have so much time to make up."