Peace and Quiet to Save a Life

The next couple of weeks were pretty normal. His project to rebuild his friendship with Hermione had stalled. It turned out sleeping with a dimensional double made it hard to concentrate around her. He didn't want to attempt a relationship with this Hermione, but it was hard not to remember her face immersed in pleasure when he looked at her. Their conversations turned stilted, and time together became awkward. He had to admit that the Hermione he had known, along with the life that had forged that connection, was gone.

Spending the evening with Fleur, Bellatrix, and Lily helped ease that ache. Lily because she was a beacon of energy and happiness. Fleur due to the fact that her allure was a constant, loving embrace. Bellatrix because she took a seat on his lap once dinner was finished and stayed there until it was time to put Lily to bed.

Not every night ended in sex. More often than not he found himself in the middle of Fleur and Bellatrix as they all drifted off to sleep. It was kind of funny. If someone would have told him that he enjoyed sleeping in a cuddle pile he would have called them crazy. The years of living in a cupboard made it so that he didn't care for tight spaces all that much and that included when people were the ones pressing in on him. It wasn't bad enough to be a phobia, but it was not something he enjoyed. At least, that was until now. Waking up surrounded by those who loved him was an amazing way to start the day.

There were little fluctuations in the timeline still. Just small things that changed, but they were noticeable. One day, Ginny would be his best friend, the next Ron was back, and then things would swap so neither of them were too close to him. Hermione was rotated between his friend, rival, and nearly complete stranger. Thankfully, the bigger events stayed the same. He hadn't found himself in an alternate universe where the Allies lost the second world war, or where Dumbledore went evil. The memories of Dumbledore did change though. Sometimes he was a mentor and guide, the next he was a manipulative mastermind, and then he'd be suffering from dementia.

Harry tried to go with the flow. Fortunately, Fleur, Bellatrix, and Lily stayed the same. At times he did have flashes of trysts with other women. There was a redhead that he swore looked familiar, she popped up a few times. He nearly fell flat on his face one day as he walked by a couple of different broom closets and a flash of sneaky tumbles with Milicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson popped up in his memory, in separate closets. Thankfully, that version of Milicent had the body of an Amazon rather than being a female version of Crabbe.

"Hello, Harry Potter," a serene voice said from nearby.

He turned to see Luna Lovegood standing close to him. How long she had been there, or when she appeared was a mystery. He was pretty sure it wasn't a ripple in the timeline, she was just naturally that good at being unseen. A flood of memories about her flowed into his mind. They had sex on the train, the Room of Requirement, and his room more than a few times.

"Ooo," Luna shivered. "That tingled."

Harry's eyes widened when he realized what she meant.

"You saw that?" He asked.

"Yes," Luna smiled. "You have a nice penis."

"Thank you," Harry looked away to hide his blush.

"I have a favor to ask," Luna said.

"Oh?" Harry asked.

Luna had been a good friend, an ally, and more often than not, a lover across the various timelines. The freshest memories were of her standing beside him and the others defending Hogwarts. Seeing her fight through multiple battles was amazing. She had a style that rivaled Bellatrix in effectiveness and had an impressive kill count. No one would think the tranquil girl was a terror on the battlefield. Her fights were over fast, and her opponents were dead before they knew it. She didn't draw fights out or try to hurt people. All the while, she looked completely calm.

"Would you have sex with my mother, please?" She asked.

Harry furrowed his brow.

"I'm sorry," Harry started. "Isn't your mother dead?"

"Yes," Luna nodded. "She won't be if you have sex with her."

Harry thought for a moment.

"Her name is Pandora, right?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Luna nodded. "Please have sex with her after I was born. I would like to remain existing."

"I'd like that too," Harry smiled at her.

"Would you like to have sex with me first?" Luna asked.

Harry blinked a few times. His brain tried to process her words. Luna had a skill for tangling up his thoughts.

"Will you remember if we do?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes," Luna replied. "I remember everything."

"Everything?" Harry asked.

"Well, I remember what could have been, but they never happened so I don't remember them. I know that Bellatrix was evil and tortured Neve's parents. Neve was Neville at that time. You had sex with her, and Cassandra appeared," Luna counted the big changes off as she went. "You saved Narcissa and erased Draco. That's a shame, he had nice hair. He didn't stop me from being tortured though."

"You remember that?" Harry asked.

"Yes," She replied. "I'm glad you changed that. I do not enjoy being tortured."

"Neither do I," Harry muttered.

"Will you have sex with my mother?" Luna repeated.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked in reply. "It could ruin your parents' marriage."

"Mommy and Daddy were open to experiencing many things," Luna said happily.

"Ok," Harry let out a nervous chuckle. "I'll try."

"Do you want to have sex with me first?" Luna asked.

"Do you want to?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Luna nodded. "We will need to be quick; I would like to see my mommy again soon."

She led him along the Seventh-Floor corridor until they reached a broom closet. Luna opened it up and stepped aside for him to enter. Harry turned to look at her as he moved inside.

Luna shivered at the intensity in his eyes. She held out her hand. When he took it, he pulled her into the broom closet and pressed her against the wall. She gasped as he spread her legs with his knees and mewled as she felt the head of his cock rub against her already wet pussy lips.

"You're already wet?" Harry asked.

She shuddered as his breath tickled the skin on the back of her neck. Luna moaned as his fingers continued their dexterous exploration of her lower lips. She gave cooing moan as the crown of his cock dragged along her lips.

"Always for you," Luna replied with a certainty in her voice that belied her usual detachment.

Without further need for conversation, Harry thrusted inside of her. He groaned as her hot pussy hugged his full length. Luna pushed back, wiggling her ass against him. She braced her hands on the wall and bent forward. Harry grabbed her hips, roughly pulling her back to speed along her placement and started to thrust. There was no thought of technique, or rhythm. The clap of their bodies filled the broom closet. Anyone nearby would know without a doubt what was happening.

"Oh FUCK," Luna screamed as he pounded her.

Harry gritted his teeth. Hearing her curse stoked the fire inside of him for some reason. He pulled her back to meet him with each thrust. A low rumble grew from his chest to escape his mouth as a yell. Her orgasm surprised him, triggering his own. His grip on her hips tightened as he slammed forward, pressing her against the wall. She moaned as the heat swelled inside of her.  He let out a breath, starting to slowly rock inside of her as she rode out her orgasm. Harry finally pulled out once her aftershocks ended. Luna slumped against the wall. She slid down until she was sitting on the floor.

"Mmmm. Nice and warm," Luna happily hummed. "We need to do that again."

"Yes, we do," Harry let out a shaky sigh.

"Do you have enough energy to have sex with my mother?" Her voice sounded a bit more stable than her usual serene tone.

"Trust me," Harry said, flashing her a rogue smile.

"Always," Luna smiled up at him.

Harry helped her to her feet and adjusted her clothing. She pushed away his wrist when he moved to clean her with his wand. He arched an eyebrow in silent question.

"I like the way it feels," Luna hummed.

"It's dripping down your leg," Harry pointed out.

Luna shrugged. She slid out of the closet and walked over to the far wall where a door usually appeared. The blonde waved him over.

"Put your hand here," Luna instructed.

Harry did.

"Push your magic into the stone," Luna continued, her voice had taken an aethereal tone to it. "Tell Hogwarts what you need. She will hear her champion." Luna wiggled her nose. "That tickles."

"What was that?" Harry steadied her. "Are you ok?"

"Yep," Luna beamed. "She was speaking through me."

"She?" Harry asked.

"Hogwarts." Luna swirled a finger along the brick wall. "She's very talkative if you listen."

Harry didn't know what to say, so he kept quiet. He closed his eyes as placed his hand on the wall as instructed. A gentle melody called to him. The warmth of her magic surrounded him in warmth and love. He could feel his own magic reach out to harmonize. It was tempting to stand there for hours to revel in the feeling, but he knew he had something to do.

There was a whisper along the edge of his awareness. He opened his eyes to see that a door had formed on the wall nearby. Luna beamed at him. She stepped over to the door. After a moment she leaned her head against it, pressing her forehead into the wood. Luna sniffed the door before she took a step back. She smiled at Harry with unshed tears in her eyes.

"Luna?" Harry took a step closer to her.

"I'm fine, Harry," She shook her head. "I can smell her cauldron. Daddy never used it after she died."

"Do you want to come with me?" Harry asked.

Luna cocked her head to the side in thought. After a moment, she turned toward the door. She flashed him a smile and opened the door. Harry followed a moment behind her. He paused as he saw the two women standing beside each other.

He had expected Pandora to look like Luna, but the similarity was uncanny. Pandora had a bit more curves as her hips were wider and her breasts were larger. Even then, she was still petite. Her breasts were, at most, a handful and the extra weight on her hips made her ass pleasantly plump. The biggest difference, one that he hadn't expected at all, was her hair. It was black with an iridescent quality that made it look like starlight in the low light.

"Hello, Moonbeam," Pandora smiled brightly at Luna.

"Hello, Mommy," Luna smiled just as brightly.

She leapt at her mother, wrapping her in a tight hug. A strange mixture of happiness tinged with a bit of jealousy sparked inside of him. He wondered how fucked the timeline would be if he went back to spend time with his parents. Harry took a deep breath and let it out, he wasn't going to taint this moment for Luna.

"Who is your friend?" Pandora asked.

"This is Harry," Luna pulled her mother over to introduce him. "I brought him to have sex with you."

"Oh, that's nice, Moonbeam," Pandora kissed her daughter on the forehead. "He is handsome. Is that his cum on your leg?"

"Yes, it's still warm," Luna rubbed her lower belly. "He has a wonderful penis."

"I love for you to visit," Pandora squeezed her daughter into a close hug. "Especially for a gift, but why are you here?"

"I don't want you to die," Luna whispered.

"Moonbeam," Pandora held her daughter. "Death is a certainty. There is no fighting it."

Luna buried her face in her mother's neck.

"You died in front of her," Harry said softly. "She was alone with you while you were working on a potion. I don't know how long she waited with your body until Xeno returned home."

Pandora stroked Luna's hair. They had a conversation in whispered tones that Harry couldn't hear. He didn't want to intrude. Instead of listening in, he scanned the room they were in. He had only been here once or twice in another timeline. The furniture wasn't the best and the place wasn't tidy, but he could feel love in the surrounding magic. There were less drawings, or seemingly random news articles, for evidence of creatures-of-dubious-existence. The printing press worked smoothly with hardly a whisper of noise. It didn't make the loud clanging that it did when he last visited. It was interesting to see the little hints at the impact Pandora had on the home.

He quietly shuffled over to the printing press. This issue of the Quibbler looked a lot more professional than ones he'd seen Luna reading. The articles were formed in nice columns, the font was consistent, and there was even space for a couple of ads. He didn't think that the later editions had anyone looking to place an ad with them until after the war. The main article caught his attention.

The Hidden Scars
By Pandora Lovegood

A quick scan of the article showed that it was about the aftermath of the Voldemort's first rise. It covered the emotional impact, lingering issues, and even pointed out the favored treatment of wealthy Death Eaters. There were a couple of other articles written by other people on current events and a small piece on the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year. The back page was dedicated to the Xeno's Magical Cryptozoology. From the tone, it appeared to be more lighthearted than factual. The man must have lost himself in the fantasy after his wife died. Unfortunately, that only complicated Luna's trauma rather than helped her heal.

"Harry," Luna called to him in her usual tone.

He turned around to see her smiling. Her eyes were red from crying, but he didn't mention it. Pandora still held her.

"You are not going to have sex with my mother," Luna stated.

"Oh?" Harry asked.

"We've talked it over," Pandora said. "I have a good friend who can provide a potions lab. There I will work on my potion creation for safety. I hope you are not too disappointed."

"No," Harry said with a shake of the head. "You are gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but I'm fine. As long as Luna is happy."

"I see what you mean," Pandora squeezed Luna's hand.

Harry raised his eyebrows in question, but neither woman elaborated. Luna skipped over to him. She slipped her hand in his and pulled him to the door.

"Bye, mommy," Luna called. "I can't wait to remember you."

"Bye, Moonbeam. I love you," Pandora replied. "Now I need to check on you to see if you're still asleep. We weren't quiet, but you can sleep through a hippogriff stampede."

Luna giggled. The two stepped through the door. It shut behind them easily. Harry pulled Luna to a stop before she could go too far.

"Wait a moment," Harry cautioned. "I've learned it's best to stay still."

"Ow," Luna rubbed her head.

Harry felt a slight 'twang' in his mind. It was minor compared to all of the other alterations. He watched as Luna changed in front of him. Physically, she looked the same, but her posture was different. She stood straighter, the distant look in her eyes was replaced by a sharpness that fit a Ravenclaw. His memories of her shifted as well. She still had a serene aura about her, as well as seemingly knowing things to an unerring degree, but the search for mystical creatures had lessened. It switched to a love of actual magical creatures with little hint of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks and Nargles. The only time she talked about them seriously was around Hermione. Clearly, it was to annoy the 'brightest witch of her age' which everyone could see. Except for Hermione.

Another addition was her little sister, Satine Lovegood. She took after her mother in looks. Meaning she and Luna were practically twins aside from hair color. Where Luna was calm waters, Satine was an undertow. Together the duo was an unstoppable force of nature. Satine join Trixie's Troublemakers. She fought beside her sister and their kill count combined was second only to Bellatrix.

There was another slight alteration that made Harry smile. Luna had approached him on her first train ride to Hogwarts. She had thanked him for saving her mother and inserted herself in his friend group. They had gone to the Yule Ball together and had spent the night dancing like they were the only two people in the world. She also was waiting for him each time he stepped out of the room after altering the timeline.

His little family gained another member. Luna was still a student, so she didn't stay in Bellatrix's quarters with them, but she was an almost constant visitor. The little belly bump was a nice surprise too.

Harry and Luna made their way to where their family waited. All in all, it was a good day.