Harry Potter and the Sluts of Future Past (Ch.2) (Patreon)

When the sixth years started to trickle in the classroom, Harry couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of anxiety. Anytime another 19 year old entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry’s gaze would dart towards the door to see if this was anybody he knew from his past life.

He had, of course, already seen the Marauders and his mother during the welcoming feast when Professor Dumbledore was introducing him to the school. The shock of seeing his parents alive and well and almost a decade younger than current him was almost enough to make him miss his own introduction.

Now that would have been an embarrassment.

Thankfully everything went well.

It did hurt a little bit to see James and Lily and especially Sirius, whom Harry had actually gotten to know before his impromptu jaunt through time, look at him and see a stranger. For all that Harry knew logically that these were simply alternate versions of people from his own timeline, it was hard to completely banish the jitters at the prospect of spending so much time in close proximity with them.

This wouldn't do. Harry needed to be calm, collected and self-assured if he wanted this part of his plan to go off without a hitch.

Getting into Hogwarts had been relatively easy - he only had to send a letter to Professor Dumbledore expressing his interest in teaching young wizards and witches and a week later he was already in the Headmaster's office having an interview with Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

They really were desperate to fill the position, weren't they? Apparently the curse of DADA teachers being unable to keep the job for more than a year wasn't something that plagued only Harry's generation. The history of this phenomenon could be traced to at least couple of decades ago, or so claimed Professor Flitwick.

Harry had a sneaking suspicion that Lady Voldemort or, as the award she'd gotten for framing Hagrid for murder claimed, Tamara Riddle was responsible for that sad state of affairs.

Harry shook his head. Female Voldemort was a concept that was simultaneously too funny and too vile to imagine. Then again, perhaps Voldemort's inhuman, serpent-like appearance wasn't something he had achieved post-resurrection but a result of myriad lesser rituals the twisted freak conducted before and during the First War.

Still, no matter how many things changed, some things stayed the same. The purebloods still resented the rise in muggleborn numbers and they thought it posed to their privileged position in British Magical Society. Many of the young scions flocked to Voldemort's banner out of ambition or simple cruelty. And Riddle still was, if what Bella had told him was accurate, batshit insane and power hungry.

And so Harry chose to start his plan in Hogwarts. There were many reasons for this. It was a safe base of operations, Voldemort never dared to attack the school, not so long as Dumbledore was here, and so if the worst came to pass and Riddle decided to go after him personally, Harry could always hide behind the castle's wards and Dumbledore's reputation.

Secondly, Harry had little knowledge of the first war and what few tidbits he did remember were largely related to the people currently in Hogwarts. If Harry wanted to influence them, he needed to be here.

Bellatrix was an asset, but as a Slytherin she had little to no inroads with the other 3 houses. If Harry wanted this done right, he had to do it himself.

Speaking of which….

Ringing of the bell interrupted Harry's thoughts. It was time to begin his lesson.

Once again he surveyed the classroom, pausing momentarily on familiar faces: James and Sirius, Lupin, Pettigrew, Lily and Snape, and to Harry's surprise, Narcissa Black.

Honestly, he had taught DA members some very advanced spells. How hard would it be to teach these nineteen year olds?

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Harry barely held back a sigh of relief when the tolling of the bell signalled the end of the lesson.

Hour and a half of this and Harry was ready to dive back into time travel research just so he could offer all the apologies for the trouble he'd caused his own teachers. Though maybe not to Snape. The current young version of the man was in no small part responsible for Harry's ire and despair.

"The lesson is over. Don't forget to practise silent casting. In a fight, you will have more urgent things to occupy your time than shouting bad Latin at your opponent." Harry said as students, haggard and tired of trying to attack and defend each other silently, hurried to pack their things and flee the classroom.

Harry was glad to see them go. Particularly the Marauders and Snape. All throughout the lesson they teased and cursed each other. At first they seemed to try for subtlety, badly disguising their feuding as mere accidents. Then things almost devolved into outright duel.

Harry had stopped them, of course, but by the time the lesson ended, those five cost their respective houses a hefty sum of points and Harry a few years of his life.

Harry wished he could say that his mother - Lily Evans was a picture perfect student that caused no trouble and grasped the subject easily.

Alas, the issues caused by Lily were completely different compared to those of her Marauder classmates. They, with the notable exception of Peter Pettigrew, had little difficulty with the Defence in general and silent casting in particular. Lily Evans, on the other hand, was hopeless at it.

It wasn't like she wasn't trying - she worked diligently all throughout the lesson, being one of the few who was not terribly distracted by the ruckus caused by the Marauders. It was, Harry felt, a matter of incompatible mindset.

From what Harry had heard from Professor Flitwick and the potions Professor Slughorn, Lily was the best in class, perhaps the best among the student body at Charms and Potions. Both of these fields required delicate touch and subtlety of spellcasting. They were very cerebral areas of magic.

Magical combat on the other hand, was far more straightforward. Successful duellists committed to spells and actions before their brains could chime in with objections, doubts and considerations.

It was precisely the kind of magic where overthinking led, at best, to a failed spell.

Lily Evans was a serious, sensible young woman, or so was Harry's impression of her. It was no wonder she had spent the whole lesson waving her wand around, occasionally sending sparks of magic at students unfortunate enough to practise nearby.

Harry had a long year ahead of him if he wanted to make this version of his mother halfway decent at combat.

Tired, Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his face. Good thing, the sixth years were the last on the agenda for today.

Maybe he should go find Bellatrix? Harry sure the little slut wouldn't mind him taking out his frustration on her.

"Professor, can I ask you something?" Came the gentle voice of Lily Evans.

For a moment Harry sat still. His heart was beating rapidly, while a cavalcade of questions and guesses flashed before his mind's eye.

Did Lily suspect something? Harry took more after his father, and even then he didn't look that similar to current James Potter. Surely, just because Lily and him had the same eye colour, Lily wouldn't guess their relation.

It's not like time travel would have been anyone's first assumption in such a situation.

Before the silence could grow more awkward, Harry responded.

"Yes Ms Evans? How can I help you?"

Harry looked at the young, nineteen year old version of his mother. Lily was short, around 5.5 feet tall. She was slim and slender, but her figure was undeniably that of a young woman in full bloom. Her red hair were of a darker shade than Weasley ginger, and were tied into an unfussy ponytail that reached down to her back. Bulky, unflattering Hogwarts robes concealed Lily's figure well, but Harry could tell that Lily Evans had a chest and ass slightly bigger than the more athletic Bella.

"Why am I comparing them?" Harry thought, before banishing the image from his mind.

Lily Evans was pretty, there was no lie there, but surely Harry wasn't that far gone so as to sleep with his own mother? Or, well, an alternate version of his mother.

Lily looked hesitant for a moment.

"Couldyoutrainme?!" She blurted out, the words almost too fast for Harry to parse.

"Ms Evans, you are struggling with the subject, I can see that. But silent casting is a tricky subject. There is no shame in taking some time to get a grasp on it." Harry said.

Lily looked desperate.

"It's not just that. It's Defence in general. I have been having issues with it since the first year and the teachers changing constantly only made the problem worse." Lily looked Harry in the eyes. "Please!" She begged.

She was leaning forward, her arms crossed behind her back. This made it very easy to see the outline of her perky tits.

Harry swallowed, feeling like he was back in his fourth year, grappling with the realisation that he liked certain girl parts more than others. He hoped Lily was just a natural tease and wasn't tempting him on purpose.

He just might succumb otherwise.

Harry shook his head.

"No offence Ms Evans but it's just not worth my time." Harry told the nineteen year bluntly. "I don't do private tutoring, but even if I did, I would have liked to spend that time on someone with both passion and talent for the subject."

Lily wilted from his harsh words, before peeking up again. Quickly she turned around to see if the door was closed and, seeing no one else was in the classroom, looked back at Harry.

She bit her full, soft lips, visibly debating something with herself.

Finally she made the decision.

Lily Evans took a step forward, invading Harry's personal space. She was so close Harry could smell the scent of her perfume and her young body. He could feel her breath and knew without a doubt what this young woman wanted.

"What if I made it worth your time?" Lily asked, blushing.

Before Harry could say a word of protest, Lily pressed her lips to Harry's, drawing him into a kiss.

A hungry carnal beast roared in triumph deep in Harry's heart as this fertile young woman pressed her body against his. Harry could feel her young soft breasts press into his muscular chest. He could feel the frantic excited beating of her heart and soon their hearts beat as one. And though his hands were far from Lily's core, he knew without a doubt that Lily young pussy was wet with desire.

Perhaps if Harry were a decent man, he would have rebuked this young temptress' advances. They would have gone back to being a student and a teacher with only an occasional salacious rumour or a teasing remark to remind them of what had almost happened.

Harry was not such a man.

He embraced his newest lover, pressing her body against his and deepened the kiss. It was clearly not Lily's first one, but still there was more passion there than genuine skill.

After a while of simply making out, oxygen became a concern. The two broke the kiss, breathing heavily, their face flush with arousal.

"Do I take this for an agreement?" Lily grabbed Harry's erect cock through the fabric of his pants.

"Minx." Harry laughed fondly. "You have to do more than a measly kiss if you want me to dedicate much time to you."

"Of course." Lily grinned and hopped onto a nearby desk.

She shrugged off her robes and other clothes, until she had only her gryffindor red tie and white socks on. Lily spread her legs and lifted up her hips to show off her puckered asshole.

As Harry watched Lily sucked on her digit and middle fingers before slowly inserting them into her asshole.

The young gryffindor vixen gasped and groaned as she fingered her tight little ass while Harry watched, his erect dick pressed tight agai st the fabric of his trousers.

Once Lily was satisfied with her preparations, she spread her ass cheeks wide, giving Harry a clear invitation.

"Fuck your little girl's ass, Daddy!" Lily said.

Harry smiled, his expression dark and hungry.

He positioned himself atop Lily. The young redhead gasped softly, shivered and bit her lip. A low needy moan escaped her mouth.

"Of course, darling." Harry said in a low rumbling voice that sent shivers down Lily's spine.

Lily wiggled her hips, very conscious of the small distance separating Harry's raging phallus and her puckered anus.

Harry had no intention of making this slutty version of his mother wait. He pushed his cock forward, pressing it into Lily's ass which was slick from her saliva.

Despite all of Lily's fingering, her anus resisted Harry's invasion wonderfully.

Harry smiled gently at the gorgeous redhead and thrust hard enough to push past Lily's anal ring.

Lily cried out. She was clearly unprepared to be penetrated by something as thick as Harry's cock.

Moving more on pure instinct than anything resembling rational thought Harry started breaking his newest slut in.

Lily's eyes bulged as Harry forced more and more cock deep into her ass, and her mouth opened to let out a gurgled moan. Harry dick was too big and too hard for her. He was filling her up, stretching her out and making the poor little anal slut lose her mind.

"So tight." Harry grunted.

He loved the way it squeezed his shaft so he gave one of Lily's ass cheeks an approving slap. Her ass flesh rippled and a bright red handprint was left visible on it.

He fucked her hard and fast, masterfully ravishing her nubile young body. With every thrust, Lily let out little whimpers, whines and moans. Those sounds of her pleasure were music to Harry's ears, making him accelerate his thrusts.

Lily felt her climax rapidly approaching. She leg locked her older lover, her body loathing the idea of her mate cumming anywhere but inside of one of her holes.

Harry bent down and took one of Lily's nipples into his mouth. He bit it gently while cupping her other breast.

This was enough to push Lily over the edge. With a loud squeal, Lily came her cunt clenching futilely around nothing. She arched her back, her toes curled. There was an almost mad, blissed out expression on her face.

Now that she had a taste of the kind of pleasure an experienced older man could give his barely legal slut, Lily knew without a shadow of doubt that she could never go back to playing with boys her age.

Not that Harry gave her much time for contemplation. He fucked her roughly, jackhammering into her ass, while peppering her breasts and neck with kisses. He left behind a trail of hickeys, a primal part of him exuding in the sight of a fertile female marked as undeniably his.

Harry once again captured Lily's lips, his tongue forcing its way down his student's throat.

Finally, Harry slammed his cock balls deep into Lily and came into her ass. The young gryffindor slut moaned into Harry's mouth as she felt torrents of hot cum flooding her ass.

She felt a little bit sad to feel so much cum wasted without impregnating her.

No. That was the excitement of the rutting talking. Lily was in no way ready to become Professor's baby mama.

Right?

For a while the two lovers made out, enjoying the post-coitus intimacy, neither of them aware that a certain Black witch was spying on the rendezvous.