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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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That afternoon ended sooner than I’d liked. Even if it wasn’t Ron, the vibes of us all hanging out together with Billy felt right. Our ‘Golden Trio’, such that it was, was repairing. The fact that they wanted to spend more time together as Billy and Hermione gave me more hope for understanding and progress moving forward.

We even made good progress on a plan of action for the dragon. I was fairly sure by this point I’d completely fucked any chance of a return to the original timeline as long as I held out major changes till the end of the year. The stash of ministry time-turners were my main concern, as of course if I could target and destroy them I could eliminate most if all chances of anyone coming back to hurt what I’d built….at least from that point moving forward.

I slept the night alone, because I honestly needed the alone time at that point. I’d spent hours talking about plans, having them shot down one by one by Hermione until I’d finally asked her to concoct a plan. Then for another hour I explained slowly why some of them were well thought out but naive, and others were just misconstrued conjectures. In the end we agreed that we needed to know more, and we needed to do it discreetly.

This was why I was sitting outside the headmaster’s office at 7 in the morning trying to work up the courage to knock.

“You’ll find the handle works much better than legimency, when it comes to doors.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I spun to face my nemesis my entire school term for my first life. Severus Snape was nonplussed until we locked eyes, and then he softened.

“Has the headmaster mentioned anything new lately Professor?” I pulled my gaze from his, instinctually cursing my surface thoughts...which coincidentally involved Daphne Greengrass the last time I’d seen her deepthroating Ron Weasley and wondering if she was really that good.

“Yes…”

His drawl made me boil inside, the man never rushed about anything. I took a moment to collect myself before indulging the man with any more conversation.

“Well Professor, If you need to speak with Dumbledore please don’t let me get in the way.” I stepped to the side, waiting for an eternity for him to step past and knock but he just stood there looking at me.

“Do you really think you can fight the dark lord as you are now?”

My eyes snapped open, but I didn’t look up. I took several breaths through my nose before biting my lip. I wanted to. Oh did I want to. I went from hating the man to idolizing him in a previous life thanks to other people's influence. I named my fucking child after him, and right now I wanted to kick him in the nuts so hard his Basilisk never came out of its cave ever again.
“The alternative is standing around waiting until the people I care about are betrayed and dead.” I didn’t look up but I could feel the air growing heavier with magic. “I don’t want to live a bitter life full of nothing but hope in the chance for revenge for something I could have stopped.”

I turned to walk away, even making it as far as the end of the hallway.

“...Potter.” The word was curious, hopeful and worried all at once. I’d never heard him in either life speak any word the way he spoke my last name.

“My dad...and mom….made a choice, professor, and so will I.” I kept my eyes closed, but I turned my face towards him. “I will not brag about either of my parents, because I never knew them in this life, and I can’t say I’m like either one….but I’d like to hope that the good parts of both are the only thing that survived in me.” I opened my eyes, for the first time since watching him die in my last life seeing actual shock on his face. “A little bird once told me you were my mother’s best friend.” His eyes went wide and I looked away before he could lock eyes with me. “I’d….well...Jamie would like,” I looked up at him and noted the wand in his hand. If he was going to do any spellwork I’d never be able to counter or avoid it with my current physical form without giving myself away, “Jamie would like to know...how much, if any...does she look like her mom? If you could spare some time.”

I watched the stiff fingered hand that was holding his wand go nearly so limp that it fell to the floor.

“I will make time...Potter.”

“Potter was my dad’s name.” I grinned, and nearly shit my pants when his lip twitched, “Just Harry if you don’t mind?”

“...I’m afraid for now, no.” He turned to face the door to the headmasters office, and my frame went slack as he knocked. I watched the door open and stepped out of the hallway to hide as the headmaster’s voice filled the hallway.

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Morning classes were actually nice, though I imagine going through them twice in one life made that more bearable. Having a more mature perspective this time also made me realize some of the more useful applications of what they were trying to teach. Flitwick even seemed impressed by a few insights once or twice.

I made it all the way to lunch before I felt the tap on my shoulder that had me taking a very deep and slow breath before turning.

“Harry, I need to talk to you.”

“Yes, Ginny, I bet you think you do.”

“Please, I just want to--”

“Can this wait till tonight?”

“....no.”

I was actually kind of impressed with her backbone. I stood there counting to ten to see if she would crack, but her resolve was as strong as I remember it.

“We need to talk.”

“No, you need to talk. I need to eat.” I slipped past her, but stopped when she held onto my sleeve hard enough I felt fingernails.

“Harry please, it's about...things.”

I could guess what those things were, but I was having an issue. I couldn’t look her in the face without seeing Billy. On the flat of her back, hair wild and in the middle of orgasm. I bashfully realized if Billy had been in my last life I probably wouldn’t have given Ginny the time of day.

“You mean you and Neville.”

“I don’t want to--”

“I’m not going to make you but we both--”

“Harry please. Just give me a chance.” The way she put her hand on my chest made me feel guilty about everything I’d done for a split second till I saw her eyes. Hungry, demanding, prideful. She was more angry than upset, and she was trying to prove she could get her way.

"Come with me" I felt my mouth going dry as I looked her up and down. I pulled her to the side and after a wave of my hand whispered to little dobby in his ear before pulling her to me. She seemed very pleased with herself as we walked hand in hand back to the tower. I gave a few people who were looking stern glances and that cleared our path. I held open the door, looking into the empty common room with a smile as she stepped through and fell out of sight.

I followed, and prepared as I was, didn't fall on my ass like the girl I had to help up. The old house I’d build was really starting to tatter on the edge, you could practically see the magic fraying. Still it was serviceable, and I had a use for it.

“Follow me, don’t say a word.” I pulled her back to my side, feeling her breasts through her shirt on my arm as she curiously held onto my bicep. It was only a few steps to the curtain that sealed the main room from the bedroom, and judging by the fact I couldn’t hear anything. I’d probably given them a good 5 minutes. Things were probably heating up.

“AH!”

“There we go, just a little more.”

“S-stop! Please it wont--Too much-- AAAH!”

I’m not into guys, well Harry isn’t, but even I had to stop and enjoy the view. Well muscled, naked from the waist down if you didn’t count the pants around his ankles, Neville Longbottom was going to work. You couldn’t really see much of the girl he was giving it to, minus a peak at her pretty little tiny asshole under his nutsack every so often. The juicy puddle on the bed he was standing at the foot of told me all I needed to know about the state of that poor pussy though. They man broke everything I gave him, go figure. Those bed sheets were soaked through to the point the stain was trailing down the side wall of the mattress.

“I can’t!” I could hear the girl’s shrill squeal as with a grunting thrust from him she began to choke on air.

“Fffuck you’re so tight….uh….there we go….”

I listened to Neville’s cooing voice as he stilled, apparently by the look of the trembling leg next to his head he was balls deep. How they got to this state in the last five minutes was anyone’s guess, but considering the girls had to follow his orders and the fact that the girl on the bed only had one sock on...it had been frantic.

Her twin was standing beside the bed, hugging herself and watching in shock and, if I could guess by her blush, mild arousal. When she saw us she put her hands in front of her in a way that seemed to show embarrassment even though she was the most dressed of the three.

“H-harry!” She called out, making the big fellow standing at the foot of the bed looming over his fuckbuddy pause and look over his shoulder.

“Harry?” Nev smirked seeing me. “I assumed I’d be talking to Jamie after that kind of summons.”

I heard Ginny beside me suck in air like she’d been sucker punched in the stomach as the slurping slab fuckmeat fell out of the twin on the bed much to her relief by the moan. He turned to face us head on, bouncing in the air and I had no issue at all staring him in the eye at that point.

“Hey Ginny.” His casually waved, like he wasn’t literally dripping some other girl’s orgasm off his dick. “You wanna go next?”

“What?!” Ginny blinked and held onto my arm even tighter, “I’m--This isn’t--I should--”

“Relax, breathe Gin.” he laughed, and his open relaxed posture made me laugh along with him. Glancing over I could see the girl still clothed checking on her sister. Following my eyes he smirked, turning back to me, “Hestia. If you’d given me five more minutes I could have had my fun too. Girl got it good, twice before I was even in.” He hefted himself, and I realized my stomach was doing funny things trying not to look at the dick he was literally flicking the juices off of while chatting with us.

“Ginny here,” I pulled my arm out of the girl’s grip, watching her flounder in mid air for something to do with her hands before holding them stiff at her side, “doesn’t think you two would be a good match.” I looked at Ginny who was blushing and staring at the ceiling. I could tell she’d tried to stare at the floor by her hands which had moved to the front of her, fingers splayed. The angle of them told me she was subconsciously covering his dick with both hands from her view; cause she’d got an eyeful.

“Really?” Nev cocked his head, looking at her even though she wouldn’t look at him, “and what do you think Harry?” I paused, my consideration hadn’t been part of my own….consideration, really.

“Honestly?” I worked my bottom lip, “I think you two would be really great together; I think she’s hung up on me because I’m her childhood hero. That’s why I have a proposal.” I watched him blink a few times before focusing on me. Guy was off in his own little world, I had just interrupted a good hard rutting.

“Harry...if this is about the wolves again.” He held up a hand, “I’m telling you it’s not gonna--”

“Emancipate.... with her,” I waited for his eyes to pick a size before continuing, “Take those two as mistresses and join the wolves. I can even make you the head if you want.... next to Fluer.”

“That--Fluer?” Neville’s eyes went from surprise to incredulity really fast, “Like...Fluer-Fluer...Veela--”

“The girl I had sex with like a few days ago,” I could practically HEAR Ginny’s head whip around to look at me, “yes that Fluer.”

“What’s the catch?” He crossed his arms, which honestly with a build like his would have been mildly intimidating if his dick wasn’t bobbing like a cork in the water.

“Just act like one of my wolves.” I shrugged, smiling as he looked back and forth between Ginny and I. I felt the chill run up my spine as he took the five steps forward. It was almost like slow motion, but Ginny didn’t move as he cupped her chin with his fingers.

“I want to stay Neville….no ‘Seamus’ bullshit or something like that.” I nodded as he leaned in close to Ginny’s face. My stomach did flips as I pictured him actually kissing her, but all he did was peck her on the nose. “Also, I want control…” I was taken aback at the hardness in his eyes as he looked over at me, “of the wolves, the way you do all the girls. If you own me….I own them.”

“...alright.” My throat was so dry I could barely force the word out. My dick was hard as a rock as he turned back to the bed. I could feel Ginny rubbing against me, but I barely registered it as I watched him unceremoniously grab an ankle and slide himself into a now VERY awake Hestia.

“And do me a favor.” I listened to the wet slap of flesh on flesh as he reached for the girl beside the bed. Flora leaned into his hand and in a few short seconds was sitting on her sister's face, holding her ankles so that Hestia’s curled toes sat on top of a wide perfect ‘V’ of pale leg flesh. “Go pop her cherry….she’s into-UH….she’s into you so hard I’d feel guilty going first...just...open it up so I can have some fun….Virgins are a pain in the ass when you--UH!”

For nearly 2 minutes we stood there while Neville longbottom taught a class on how to change the shape of a girl’s insides. Judging by the panicked shrieks coming from Flora’s asscheeks….it was a deep dive lesson. Hestia wasn’t a slut by the sound of it, but she was learning how to be.

“We’ll do the oath in the morning then?”

All I got was a grunt of acknowledgement as I ushered Ginny away from her future husband to the sound of her ladies in waiting getting taken off the waiting list.
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