Peace and Quiet for Alternate Endings

AN: This idea wouldn't leave me alone. Not how I want to end the series, but still wanted to share. Also, it's a sneaky way to get around the 'restricted' content.

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Halloween. He hated Halloween. If there was one thing he wanted to change intentionally, it would be Halloween.

Harry glared at the wall where the door usually appeared.

"I know you know I'm here." Harry spoke directly to Hogwarts. "Please." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "You've done so much for me already. Please, just let me do this."

A door appeared before him. It was made from dark, ornate stone. Incredibly detailed snakes were carved on the surface. It looked too familiar. This wasn't what he had expected. He really thought it would be a door to Godric's Hallow.

Harry opened the door and stepped into the Chamber of Secrets.

"I knew it!" A loud voice that belonged to a young man yelled. "The Chamber of Secrets! I am the heir of Slytherin!"

Harry came to a stop as he watched the young Tom Riddle cackle with glee. Riddle spun in a slow circle to take in the full expanse. He came to a sudden stop when his eyes landed on Harry.

"Who are you?" His voice cracked when he screamed.

Harry flicked his wand into his hand. Riddle barely got a shield in place. It withstood three piercing hexes until it shattered. Riddle screamed in agony as the stretch of leg below his knee on the right side exploded in gore. One of the bones previously encased in muscle and skin lodged itself in the meat of the remaining leg. Harry's eyes burned with hatred as he stalked closer to the boy who would become a Dark Lord.

Riddle dropped to the ground. His hands grabbed at his legs, as though that would help. The skittering of wood across stone was the only sign of the wand.

"Heir of Slytherin." Harry mocked. "I claimed the title by right of conquest."

There had been a few times that Harry had wanted to cast the Killing Curse. He had never been able conjure enough desire to cause pain to use it successfully. This time, he had no such problem.

"Avada Kedavra." Harry's voice came out flat.

The bright emerald bolt of magic moved faster than any other spell he had ever used. Harry lowered his wand. He looked around the room. The tunnel for the basilisk hadn't been opened. It appeared that Riddle had just discovered the Chamber and had yet to wake the creature. He left the basilisk to sleep. There was no danger without someone waking it up and now there was no reason for him to ever come down here. The Chamber would remain lost to time. Slowly, he turned around to take one last look at the room then walked through the door.

Harry didn't bother to brace himself for whatever change would come when he returned to the hallway. There was no pain. Harry waited another moment, waiting for it to hit. Still, nothing. Maybe Bella had been right, maybe removing Voldemort had just caused another Dark Lord to take his place and the timeline didn't deviate enough to cause the whiplash.

He let out a long, shuddering breath as he started to make his way back to the Great Hall. At the very least, he could spend some time with his friends. He had inadvertently been ignoring them while spending time with Bella, Fleur, and Andi.

The noise from the Great Hall echoed down the corridor as he got closer. He didn't think it was usually this loud unless they were announcing the House Cup. His attention hadn't been on the details of the school in the last week. Maybe they had decided to do something special. The reason could also be that this was the first Halloween since Voldemort died.

He stepped into the Great Hall and froze.

The tables were packed with students. That would have made him pause, but the fact that there were three platform for the staff really threw him for a loop. He carefully made his way over to the Gryffindor table. No one seemed to pay any special attention to him. A little tension eased from his shoulders as he caught sight of Ginny. Her red hair made it easy to pick her out from the crowd. They hadn't spoken much in all the time travel madness. There wasn't a reason to avoid her, they had never progressed beyond friends once the changes started. This must have been something the school had planned.

"Hey, Ginny." Harry slid into the open space beside her.

She turned at the sound of her name.

"Hey… you?" Ginny stared at him for a long moment. "Sorry, this is rude, but who are you?"

"That's not funny." Harry stared at her flatly.

Ginny didn't laugh. Harry searched the area to find Hermione. She would set her straight. Only, she wasn't there. He expanded his search and found that everyone that had come back for the second seventh year was missing.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked.

"You're starting to freak me out." Ginny scooted away from him.

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "Me too."

He turned his full attention to the throng of students. Each moment set another rock in his stomach. His entire world shattered when he started to study the staff table. Three faces stood out among those gathered. Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, and a redhead that he had only seen in pictures.

"Hey, Ginny." He tapped her on the shoulder. "A couple more questions and I'll leave you alone, promise."

"Ok." Ginny had placed her wand on the table.

"Who's that?" Harry subtly pointed to the redhead.

"Professor Evans." Ginny answered. "She teaches Advanced Charms."

"Professor Evans." Harry his voice shook. "Professor Lily Evans?"

Ginny angled her wand, so it pointed at him. She nodded.

"Thank you." Harry felt sweat begin to gather on his forehead. "And Professor Snape, what subject does he teach?"

"Advanced Defense." Ginny lowered her voice just a little. "Don't take his class, he's horrid." She paused. "Are you a transfer?"

"Something like that." Harry nodded. "Last thing, Is Dumbledore Headmaster?"

"Dumbledore?" Ginny snorted. "He teaches Expert Transfiguration. It's Headmistress Amelia Cackle."

He scanned the staff table to find an older woman at the center of the highest one. Her bright white hair was done up in a mixture of a bun and a bee-hive. She seemed to radiate a sense of joy about her that could be felt even from a distance.

A tingle down his spine let him know he was being watched. Naturally, his eyes went to Snape, but the wizard was busy glaring at someone else. Then he turned to Dumbledore. The old man was in a lively discussion with Professor McGonagall. Finally, he slowly shifted his focus to Professor Evans. She stared back at him. Her vibrant, emerald eyes met his with a fiery intensity.

"Excuse me." Harry pushed himself to his feet and hurried out of the Great Hall.

Harry hurried to Bella's quarters. A placard with 'M. Poppins' rested in the center of the door. He spun around, unsure of where to go next. The choice was made for him as he found Lily Evans striding toward him. He could feel the air crackle with energy as she got closer. It was something he had experienced a few times in the past when he was around powerful witches or wizards. It was an aura, any magical person could do it, but it was really only noticeable if they had real power. The average witch or wizard could create one that surrounded their body and maybe an inch or two around it. Commonly, it was used as an intimidation tactic, or when a witch or wizard lost control.

A veritable cloud of energy rolled off of the approaching witch. It filled the space around her, causing the paintings on the walls to either side to swing as she passed. The candles that hovered in the air sparked into torches as she walked under them.

"Who are you?" Lily came to a stop at the exact distance for a duel.

"I'm Harry." He sighed. "Just Harry. I'm retaking my seventh year."

"You're not a student here." Her eyes narrowed. "The staff would know of any new students. Tell me the truth, or you'll wish I called the Aurors."

Harry smiled at her.

"You think I'm joking?" Her voice was full of fire and iron.

"No." Harry shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"I'll be the judge of that." Lily motioned with her wand. "Follow me."

She led him to a nearby hallway to another door. This one had her name on it.

"L. Evans." Harry commented as he came to a stop before it.

"My quarters." Lily flicked her wand at the door. "Open it."

He did.

"Enter." She ordered.

Harry shrugged and stepped inside. The room was arranged as a mixture of a sitting area and a small study. Each section had plenty of space. The door slammed shut behind him. He could feel the privacy and security charms spark to life. It wasn't just at the door; the entire room was soaked in magic. Charms and enchantments filled the area.

"Sit." Lily motioned to a pair of chairs that faced each other.

It felt like there was arranged for a game of chess, but the board and table were missing. Harry took the chair that faced toward the door. He felt a few charms lock into place once he had settled. For all intents and purposes, he was trapped.

"Your wand?" Lily held hers at the ready.

"Right sleeve." Harry offered. "Wrist holster."

She rolled up his sleeve. The holster was enchanted to blend in with his skin as well as protect if from being summoned by someone else. He was glad that he hadn't developed the habit to use the Eldar Wand in his daily life. It was hidden in a specially constructed enchanted chest beneath Dumbledore's tomb. Or, it had been. He had no idea where it could be with Dumbledore still alive.

Lily moved her wand in a complex pattern. His holster appeared and unlatched from his forearm.

"Wow." Harry nodded in appreciation.

"Thank you." Lily remarked dryly. "For my next trick I'll tie your shoelaces together."

She slid the holster out from under his arm and removed the wand. It sparkled in her hand. She raised her eyebrows at that and looked at him for an input. Harry shrugged.

"Now." Lily took the chair opposite of him. "Talk."

And so, he spoke. Lily listened to every word. Her face remained a mask through it all. She didn't interrupt to ask questions or make any comments.

"That brings me to now." Harry let out a long breath. It felt good to get everything off his chest.

"Let me get this straight." Lily leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. "I was married to James Potter?"

Harry let out a loud laugh. Of all the things she would ask, he didn't expect that to be the first.

"That's the most unbelievable part of it?" Harry asked.

"He hit on me every day." Lily shook her head. "Then, he'd get busted in a broom closet every night."

"You two weren't together?" Harry chuckled.

"We never even went on a date." Lily scoffed. "He's a Lord in the 'Mot now. Married and with a couple of concubines. There are a few of his kids in the third- and second-year students."

"Please tell me you didn't date Snape." Harry braced for the answer.

"Severus?" Lily blanched. "No. Why would you even think to ask that?"

"Snape had a huge thing for you. It was large part of who he was." Harry replied. "I thought without James… Potter… You know who I mean, in the way, he'd ask you."

"Severus and I ended our friendship on our own." Lily stated. "Potter had little to do with it."

Harry tried to imagine Snape without the Death Eater bits. Honestly, he didn't think there would be too drastic of a change.

He paused.

"What's wrong?" Lily asked.

"I'm trying to remember this timeline." Harry spoke slowly. "But nothing is coming up. Every time before this I'd get this flood of new memories. It didn't happen this time."

"You don't exist in this timeline." Lily gave him a sad smile. "There are no new memories because you weren't here to make them."

Harry's eyes went distant for a moment as he tried to figure out what to do with that information. It made sense and that was the worst part. He had killed Riddle before he rose to power, relegating the memory of him to just an orphan that disappeared one day. Doing so caused far-reaching alterations as time progressed.

No Death Eaters. There would be no war. That was the obvious difference, but it also altered millions of little moments. Without Voldemort pulling the Purebloods together, they focused on their individual machinations rather than band together. Without the war to cause the population to drop, there were more people alive. More people alive meant numerous changed moments that built on top of each other like a snowflake in an avalanche.

"Are you going to be alright?" Lily asked.

"That depends, do you have anything to drink?" Harry snarked.

"Muggle or Magical?" Lily stood.

"I only know Fire whiskey." Harry shrugged.

"No son of mine is going to drink that filth." Lily laughed. "That sounds so weird to say."

"Are you sure you haven't been drinking?" Harry asked.

"Don't worry, kid." Lily brought over a few bottles and two glasses.

A table with a chess game in progress appeared in the space between the chairs. The chess board floated off of the table and came to rest on the nearby desk. Lily set the bottles and glass on the newly cleared space.

"Here's the plan." Lily arranged the bottles in a row. "This isn't something that should be discussed while sober. However, it's also a chance to answer some questions."

"Ok." Harry felt like he should give her some sort of input.

"So, I'm going to pour each of a drink." She did. "You ask a question, you take a drink, then you answer a question, and take a drink."

"I thought it was that you took a drink if you didn't want to answer the question." Harry raised an eyebrow at that.

"If you're at a sleepover, sure." Lily laughed. "This is a complex approach to interpersonal communication. I'll go first." She took a drink. "What are you going to do now? Now, you take a drink and answer."

He took a drink, winced, and put the glass down.

"What is that?" Harry motioned to the glass.

"Horntail Vodka." Lily replied. "Dragon fire is a kind of biologically produced potion. It ignites when mixed with air. The Hungarian Horntail has a specific blend that can be milked and used in the distillation process. Fire Whiskey can make you exhale flames. Horntail Vodka means you can breathe fire for about ten minutes after. Depending on how much you drink, obviously."

"Obviously." Harry chuckled.

He took a small breath and let it out. A thin jet of fire twirled in the air. It produced barely any heat and didn't reach too far.

"What did you expect?" Lily teased. "You took a sip. Now, come on, answer the question."

"I have no idea." Harry shrugged. "If I can go back, does that change everything? Yeah, I was never born here, but that means there wasn't a war. How many lives would I just erase to go home?"

"Damn." Lily took a drink. "You're way too mature for your age."

"I get that a lot." Harry grumbled. "My turn." He took a drink. "What would you do?"

"Not fair." Lily took a drink. "No clue, kid. This is my life. I don't have any idea what that world was like. Being alive is a big perk. So is not being married to Potter." She took another drink. "Sorry."

"I never met him." Harry shrugged. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, kid." Lily winked at him. "Did you kill Petunia?"

Harry jolted at that.

"No." He shook his head. "Of course not."

"Shame." Lily sighed. "It sounded like she deserved it."

"Have you ever been married?" Harry tried to move the conversation away from murder.

"Nope." She shook her head. "Never married, no kids. After school I spent a couple of years on the International Dueling Circuit. I took a cutter to the ankle that just didn't heal right and had to retire. Used the recovery time to start my Charms Mastery."

"Ouch." Harry said. "I wish I could have seen you duel."

"You can." Lily raised her eyebrows at him. "You can buy International Duels for a projector."

"I have no idea what that means." Harry shrugged.

"You don't know what a projector it?" Lily asked.

"Forgot to take a drink." Harry teased. "No. I don't."

"Pensieve's are too expensive for most people. They're rare even among the rich folk." Lily explained. "Someone came up with a projector. They set four observers around the arena for the matches. Then, they take the memories and crystalize them. That way they can be copied and sold. Pop the crystal in your projector, activate it, and you get to watch from four different angles."

"Could we watch a couple?" Harry asked.

"You forgot to drink." Lily teased right back. "Sure. Let me get it setup."

Lily stood. She wobbled on her feet a little.

"Lightweight." Harry stuck his tongue out at her.

"It's these robes." Lily rolled her eyes.

She shucked the traditional black robes off. They pooled around her feet and put her full body on display. She wore a light pink blouse that hugged her curves just enough to show off her shape without being too tight. A knee-length, black pencil skirt displayed her magnificent legs. Harry had to laugh when he saw she wore a pair of athletic shoes rather than any sort of fancy footwear.

Harry found her watching him with an amused glint in her eyes when his attention finally made its way up to her face. He quickly looked away. She let out a soft chuckle as she turned around and began to search the room.

He took a quick drink to steady his nerves. This was not how he thought things would go. Not just the alteration to the timeline, but meeting Lily as well. The fact that she wasn’t married to James Potter and never had kids was confusing enough. Add in that he was pretty sure she was flirting with him and that only complicated matters. It didn't help that she was incredibly sexy.

"Here we are." Lily came back holding something that looked like a first-generation camera.

She tapped it twice with her wand and the projector hovered in the air. Carefully, she spun it to face the space between the two chairs and the couch. He thought she would summon a sheet, or something, to play the images on. Instead, the projector created a fully-realized three-dimensional scene.

Harry leaned forward to get a better look, which made him realize two things. One, he was no longer being held in place by her spells. Two, the vodka had hit harder than he thought. He grabbed the edge of the table to brace himself.

"Lightweight." Lily teased as she strolled back over to her chair.

The table with the drinks slid out of the way. A moment later the two chairs scooted over so they were side-by-side. Lily reached back and grabbed both of their glasses of vodka. She added a little more to each before she handed one to Harry.

"You said you knew Bellatrix Black?" Lily asked.

Harry nodded.

"This is the first time I dueled her." Lily flicked her wand.

The projector let out a quick series of clicks before two women appeared in the scene. Bella looked a little older than when they had first met in the Room, but not by much. Lily, on the other hand, barely appeared to be older than he was presently.

"This was my first tournament after graduating." Lily explained. "I didn't expect to get too far. I knew I was good, but these were professionals that had years of experience. Filius was a great coach."

"Professor Flitwick?" Harry asked.

"Retired." Lily replied. "He asked for me by name when the job was open."

Harry smiled at the pride in her voice. He turned his attention to the duel. Fighting was something that Harry knew a lot about. He had years of experience in training, matches, and actual combat. Still, seeing the two witches in action was akin to watching a masterclass. They were both a blur once the match started. Spells, hexes, and jinxes created a lightshow in the space between them. At one point they were so close they could have been fencing. It ended with Bellatrix as the victor. She disarmed Lily with a move that was almost too fast to see.

"Play that again." Harry said.

Lily shot him a smile as she did.

"It took me a couple of times to figure it out too." She confessed. "Watch the stone below us."

Harry did as she said. In the midst of their battle, a lone sliver of stone hovered into the air. Its movement was slow and steady, easily lost in their fight. Lily brought her hand down to cast a spell only to stab the shard into the meat of her palm. The unexpected jolt of pain caused her grip to loosen. Bellatrix pulled the wand away from her in that brief moment.

Bellatrix said something to her when the scene returned to speed. Unfortunately, the recording didn't come with sound.

"What did she say?" Harry asked.

"Nice try, foxy." Lily chuckled. "I dueled with her three more times through my career. One loss, one draw, and one victory. She retired and started up her own school before I could get another match."

"Was she the one that hit you with the cutter?" Harry asked.

"I wish." Lily snorted. "No, it wasn't some epic duel. It was a training accident."

"Yikes." Harry winced.

"Yikes indeed." Lily took a drink. "Are you any good with a wand?"

Harry sputtered in his drink. The vodka burned the back of his mouth and he inadvertently let out a quick string of flame. Lily watched him with a smug smile on her face. Harry took a minute to compose himself.

"I'm decent enough." Harry croaked out. "Why? Do you want to duel?"

"Listen, kid." Lily set her drink on the table behind them.

The motion pulled her shirt tight across her chest. Harry didn't even try to hide his appreciation. If she could flirt, so could he.

"You're cute, but I don't duel with students." Lily smirked at him.

"It's a good thing I'm not a student then." Harry countered.

Lily reached over and flicked his tie. Harry stood and took the offending piece of clothing off. He dropped it on his seat, then he shucked his robes. Now, he only wore the uniform shirt and slacks.

"What about now?" Harry asked.

"You're going to have to take off a lot more than that." Lily teased.

Harry raised his eyebrows. It was either the alcohol, his inner-turmoil, or a mixture of that made him throw caution to the wind. In this timeline, he didn't exist. Why not? He held her gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the pile of clothes leaving his torso covered only in a snug tank-top undershirt. Lily took a long, slow sip as she admired his lithe, athletic form.

"Oh my." She said in faux shock. "You should sit back down."

Before Harry could ask her what she meant he felt a push of magic and plopped into the chair that had silently moved behind him. The hot older woman straddled his lap on her knees, facing him. A grunt of surprise left him as she kissed him fiercely, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. After a moment, he couldn’t help but kiss her back, his hands resting on her waist. By the time she pulled back, both of them were flushed and panting.

Harry slipped his hands just under the back of her shirt and stroked her bare back lightly with his fingertips. In turn, Lily combed her fingers through the hair at the base of his head. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine.

She flashed him a teasing smile then bent down and kissed him again. As their lips moved together and their tongues danced, Harry pressed his hands flat against her smooth skin and moved them higher up her back. She moaned into his mouth and ground against him, pressing her round ass hard against his rapidly hardening erection. Pulling back, she flashed him a playful smile before pulling her shirt up, revealing her large, bare tits to his gaze.

"No bra?" Harry asked before he could stop the words.

"Magic." Lily purred.

Harry turned his attention to her perky breasts. They were perfectly shaped, with pale pink areolas, and slightly darker nipples. His time with Fleur made him uniquely qualified to say that her breasts wouldn’t look out of place on a Veela. Harry had cupped both of her tits, and his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Lily moaned when he ran his teeth over her sensitive nub.

Harry continued to kiss, suck, and nip lightly at her chest for minutes. He paused and wrapped his arms around her waist, then picked her up. Lily laughed as he carried her easily and laid her down on the couch. All the while he covered her breasts with attention. Once she was stretched out on the couch he abandoned her perfect tits and kissed down her tight stomach. He paused when his fingers reached the waistband of her skirt. Harry looked up at her for a sign to continue. Lily lifted her hips in invitation.

He flashed her a roguish smile as he deftly unzipped her skirt and tugged it down her hips. Harry tossed them aside and used his new position to kiss up her legs. The scent of her arousal grew stronger as he neared her damp, red panties. He placed a kiss directly on her mound and was reward with a moan. Lily spread her legs and bucked her hips to get him to continue. Harry slipped off her panties. His eyes hungrily feasted on the sight of her tight, pink lips. A tidy bush of red hair showed she was a natural redhead.

Lily bit her hand to muffle a yell as his tongue made contact. He pressed deep into her core. Her legs wrapped around his head to hold him in place. He didn't have any plans of retreat. Reaching up, he cupped and massaged her soft breasts while his tongue continued to slip between her lips.

"Oh, fuck." Lily gasped as she arched her back. "Please, Harry, please. I need you so bad."

Her words fell away to nonsense as he teased he clit with the tip of his tongue. He had intended to torture her some more, but the pure desperation in her voice changed his plans. One of her hands threaded through his hair with the other joined his in groping her breasts.

His tongue expertly attacked her clit. Lily tightened the grip on his hair to an almost painful degree. A moment later, a forceful scream erupted from her throat. Her hand yanked back, almost taking some of his hair with it. His tongue continued its work as she rode out her climax.

Lily collapsed boneless back on the couch. She had a small smile on her face and her breath was coming out in panting gasps.

Harry smiled as he climbed back up over her body, kissing his way up to her lips. She had no problem kissing him back, such efforts deserved to be acknowledged. After a couple of minutes on head-spinning kisses  Lily slipped out from under him. She rolled him over until she was on top. With a smirk and a playful glint in her eyes, she opened his pants, grabbed the waistband, and pulled them off of him, taking his boxers as well.

His long, thick cock eagerly sprang into view. Lily licked her lips as she stared at it hungrily. The sight of his gorgeous member sent a shock along her spine. She it back against his stomach then she licked his cock from base to tip. A wicked smile played along her lips as she straddled his waist. She slid her slit along the underside of his shaft. Her pussy hugged his length as she rolled her hips. She slid her wet lips up and down his length. Harry groaned and cupped her breasts.

Harry gave her a tender kiss just before she sat up on his waist. Lifting herself up, Lily aimed his swollen head at her tight entrance. She pushed down, his wide girth stretched her lips as he entered her. They moaned in unison as Harry’s thick cock slowly entered her, widening her walls as she sank deeper. Lily pressed her hands firmly against his chest and panted when she bottomed out. Her eyes unfocused from the waves of pleasure rushing through her. She swore she could feel his heartbeat through his shaft.

Closing her eyes, she began rolling her hips to adjust to his size before she started raising and lowering herself. Each time she lifted up, she moved just a little bit higher each time before descending on his length slowly. A moan left her lips as she started speeding up, her nails raking lightly over Harry’s muscled chest. Opening her eyes, Lily bent down to kiss him hungrily. The whole time, Harry caressed her body, his hands moving from her chest to her sides and back, before making the return trip.

Lily moaned and trembled as she reached a comfortable pace. She moved up and down on half of his rigid cock. Her incredibly tight folds taking him in her hot, damp grasp was pushing him towards his peak much too soon for his liking. Harry grabbed her hips and started thrusting up in time with her movements, his thighs meeting her ass with the light slap of skin on skin. There was no way he was going to let this night end with her only orgasming from his tongue.

"Wait." Lily gasped.

"What?" Harry paused, mid-thrust.

She slowly sat up, giving him a show of her massive tits bouncing with the movement.

"Fuck me hard, kid." She growled quietly, her hips moving demandingly.

Obediently, Harry tightened his grip on her hips and began pulling her down firmly to meet his thrusts. Lily threw her head back and gasped as Harry pounded up into her furiously. Her tits jiggled and swayed wildly with each bounce.

"Oh, yes. Merlin. Morgana. Fuck, yes." Lily babbled breathlessly.

Harry huffed as he slammed his hips upwards. Lily released full control to him as their bodies slapped together wetly. Her face scrunched up as her nails dug into his skin. She let out a short, high-pitched scream as her pussy suddenly tightened around him.

He didn't stop moving as he felt her climax. Harry continued hammering into her clenching pussy, Now that she had reached her peak, his only goal was for his own. Rapid, wet slaps filled the room as Lily came all over his thrusting cock. He lasted just a few more brutal thrusts. Harry buried himself into her depths, he pulled her tighter against him as he reached his peak. Lily moaned and collapsed contentedly on his chest limply as she felt his warm cum fill her.

They laid there in silence for a moment. The only sound was their breathing.

"You could stay here, you know." Lily whispered as she ran her fingers along his chest. "With me."

"I know." Harry closed his eyes. "I'd probably have to change my name. A random Potter showing up would complicate things."

"Using Evans would cause some issues." Her hand dipped lower and gentle squeezed his cock.

"We can talk about it in the morning." Harry sighed. "Do you want to be the big spoon, or little spoon?"

"Big spoon." Lily replied. "I can't sleep with your wand poking me all night."

They shuffled into position on the bed. It would take some time to figure things out. A night of naked cuddles with a sexy woman would certainly help give him a better perspective on things. Even if they were on a couch.