Fantastic Shags and Where to Find Them Part 2

Harry’s predicament was only getting stranger and stranger.

As if being hurled back decades wasn’t unusual enough by itself, Harry awoke the following morning to find himself even further back in time. It was definitely strange, going from feeling the heat of Queenie’s alluring body to laying in a cold bed by himself. He wondered if his defeat of Grindelwald even existed anymore, or if he was doing some irreparable damage to the timeline.

After a few minutes of these heavy thoughts, he realized that he simply didn’t care. 

He’d changed locations as well. Instead of being in Grindelwald’s palace deep in the alps, he’d appeared in an urban city. People hurried through their business wearing clothes with lots of bleak grays and dark browns. The air was quite sooty. From the setting and the language he could hear locals speaking, he’d ended up in Paris, France.

Harry couldn’t think of a single reason that would’ve happened, until he noticed a blond woman sitting by the side of the road.

Queenie Goldstein looked completely different from the sated woman he’d cuddled with the night before. Could he say the night before when it was actually forward in time? Regardless, what mattered was that Queenie looked thoroughly depressed, sitting on the curb with a suitcase beside her. Harry decided to cheer her up.

Another woman got there first, however. She had dark hair and regal features that marked her as a pureblood, and although Queenie looked upset at first, the two of them soon left together. Out of curiosity—because he had nothing else to do—Harry followed them.

He traced them to a nice room inside an upscale building and Disillusioned himself. While there, Grindelwald arrived. Harry listened to the dark wizards entire speech. He realized this was how Queenie got tricked and entrapped in the situation he saved her from. Grindelwald had a real silver tongue. He was charismatic to a frightening extent.

Harry ended up following them after this meeting, too. He could’ve dueled Grindelwald again… However the man had been a dangerous opponent, and if Harry kept hopping back in time, he would be risking his life for absolutely nothing at all.
 He also had nothing to do, though, so he continued to follow the dark wizard.

The whole group descended underground into catacombs, where a meeting was held for Grindelwald’s followers. The wizard himself was no less charismatic here, but Harry personally thought there were enough signs that Queenie should’ve picked up on his nature. People with kind hearts don’t usually meet underground in darkened rooms, and they also don’t test their followers with fire that will incinerate everyone that doesn’t agree with him.

It was interesting for Harry to see British Aurors on the scene, as a Head Auror himself. His predecessors were terribly disorganized, he thought, but they were still better than the ones during the second wizarding war. 

It wasn’t until Harry noticed one woman standing alone in the circle with Grindelwald that he really perked up.

She was half-black with wavy hair that stopped before her shoulders. She was remarkably pretty, about as pretty as Queenie was, but that wasn’t why Harry noticed her. He’d like to think he would notice anybody in such a tight spot.

He was within the flames himself, having followed Grindelwald’s posse all the way to the meeting. He used the dark room and the general confusion to keep himself concealed. Disillusionment had always been one of his strongest charms, anyway. 

But this woman… She was speaking to Grindelwald yet Harry could hear hesitation in her voice. She was scared. She was trying to stall and distract him for as long as she could. She knew she couldn’t cross the flames, Harry realized, and she kept shooting glances at two men waiting on the far side of the fire.

She wanted to protect them, and she planned to sacrifice her life to do it.

Harry sighed. He couldn’t very well allow that. He’d been watching passively because he wasn’t sure that anything he did would have an effect, but there were limits to what he would abide by.

Grindelwald cast a deadly spell and the mixed race woman, only for a shield to spring up in the way.

Jaws dropped open around the room as Harry started a duel with who many believed was the most powerful wizard in the world. It was incredible to them that he was even willing to try. Then, they were amazed again when they realized Harry was winning.

Grindelwald was forced to end the fire spell that he conjured to protect his followers. He could not spare that much focus, with Harry pressing him hard. Finally, he used a barrage of killing curses to keep Harry away.

“I will remember this,” he said.

He turned and fled. Harry let him go, this time, for the same reason that he held off on picking a fight for so long.

“Who are you?” someone loudly demanded.

Harry looked over to find the woman he’d saved looking stunned while the two men she’d been looking at stood on either side of her. They rushed to her side the instant the flames receded. They looked similar; probably brothers. 

One of them, the one who spoke, was aiming his wand at Harry. His brother shook his head.

“Theseus, he just dueled Grindelwald,” he said. “I don’t think the man is going to be scared of an Auror.”

“Head Auror, Newt!” said the man aiming the wand.

“Right. My mistake,” Newt said in a voice that implied he didn’t think it mattered much.

The woman in between them walked forward, staring at Harry.

“Leta!” shouted Theseus.

“You saved me,” Leta said. “Thank you.”

Harry scratched the back of his head. “It was nothing…”

“How can I pay you back!?” she said.

“Do you… know of any good hotels?” Harry remembered he had no money or identity. “And could you maybe cover me for one night?”

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It wasn’t easy navigating the questions that they asked him that evening. It’s hard to explain who you are and where you come from when the answer is “The future.”

Harry wove half truths with outright lies and came up with something plausible enough to get them off his back. He considered seeing if he could get them to believe his story, because they seemed shocked enough at the appearance of a wizard who could duel Grindelwald that they might believe it, but he ultimately decided that it wasn’t worth the effort. Chances were, he was going to be gone by tomorrow morning anyway. This really was a heck of a mess he’d gotten himself into. 

Theseus Scamander was the most suspicious of them and the most difficult for Harry to get off of his back. Harry didn’t hold it against him. He had Harry’s job, so if anyone would know that this kind of suspicion just got drilled into you, it would be Harry himself.

Queenie was acting strange, too. The blond wizard had come with them, recanting her oath to Grindelwald, but she obviously felt awkward. The Muggle she seemed to have feelings for was giving her the cold shoulder. Meanwhile, Leta and Theseus were fighting because of her decision to sacrifice, which he didn’t approve of.

Tired from all the work that went into creating his alibi, Harry retreated to his room before anyone else. He didn’t even tuck himself under the covers, choosing to pass out on top of them. 

He slept with more very pleasant dreams. They weren’t as scintillating as the foursome dream after his defeat of Grindelwald, but the duel today had still been enough to bring out wet dreams.

He woke up to the sound of someone popping open his pants a little bit before dawn. The question was, who? 

“Lumos,” Harry said.

The bright white light appeared at the tip of his finger because he hadn’t used a wand to cast it. It easily illuminated the entire room, including the women who had joined him.

That’s right, there were two of them. One was Queenie, who was in a bra and knickers this time without the nightdress she used before. The other was more of a surprise. Leta Lestrange was the one who actually opened Harry’s pants, and she was even less dressed, having arrived totally nude.

“This is unexpected,” Harry said. “What did I do to receive this treatment?”

Leta pulled out his dick, which was hard from his dream. She bent down, licking one side. Queenie took the other side for herself. They both licked him all over, until his shaft shone with their spit.

“I’ve had these strange thoughts,” Queenie said. “They’ve been popping into my head all day, and I thought I was crazy. They were of YOU. It was the two of us, in a bedroom I’ve never seen before, and you were on top of me. I could tell I felt so good in them. Then you appeared, and I realized you weren’t just a figment of my imagination. I have to know! I have to know if I can really feel that good!”

So it was some strange effect of the time travel. Harry turned to Leta.

The dark witch was very skinny and flat chested. She had the body of a fashion model. She took a few more seconds to lick Harry’s length before she answered.

“Theseus and Newt had an argument after you went up to bed,” she said. “I love both of them, but they each want me to themself. It’s all very messy, and I’m tired of it. My body is tired of waiting for my head to make a decision, so I’ve gone and done something silly. You don’t strike me as the attachment type.”

“I think there’s a very low chance you see me in the morning,” Harry admitted.

“Perfect,” Leta said. “I’ll have you fuck me until I’m satisfied before that.”

Their reasons for being there stated, they returned to the blowjob. In the light of Harry’s lumos they looked mesmerizing, with Queenie’s bright white body and Leta’s dark one. The longer they licked his penis, the bolder they got, encroaching on each other’s territory. Their tongues slid around him, eventually brushing against each other. That became part of the game, their soft pink flesh playing tag with Harry in the middle. He groaned.

The women started moving their heads up and down as they did this, so that their tongues slid along him horizontally AND vertically. Harry was forced to grab the bedsheets and squeeze them as the feeling became too pronounced.

He quickly decided that there were better places for his hands, however, and repositioned them on the heads of the women sucking him off. Harry forced them together, and soon the corners of their lips were touching, not just their tongues. Their noses had become mashed on his thick manhood, and their foreheads were pressing on his swollen purple glans. He could hear sucking sounds as the woman kissed with him in the middle.

Harry came, and the position made his cum spout like a fountain. He let go of their hair, and the women turned their faces up to collect his seed with their mouths. On Queenie it blended in, while on Leta it stood out as a stark contrast.

Harry pulled off his shirt, and the women understood that it was their job to do the rest. They dragged his pants and underwear off so that he was naked.

When they had just gotten his pants off, Harry surprised them by moving down the bed. He pushed both of them over the footboard, so that their torsos were hanging off the bed. Their bums were raised, and Harry observed them both: Leta being totally nude, while Queenie still had her underwear. 

Harry snapped his fingers suddenly, and Queenie’s underwear peeled off. Her bra slithered up her body to her face, while her panties slipped over and scaled Leta’s body. The bra wrapped around Queenie’s face, while the panties stuffed themselves inside of Leta’s mouth.

Both women squeaked as they found themselves gagged. Before they could protest more, Harry spanked each of them, hitting their behinds with all his might.

Their spines temporarily straightened, lifting their faces away from the floor. Although they clearly moaned with all their might, the sound was pretty quiet because of their gags.

“That will do,” Harry said. “This is a hotel. We wouldn’t want to kick up a fuss.”

Both the women squirmed at the thought of being caught in such a demeaning position. Of course, Harry wasn’t rude; he’d already silenced the room so their neighbors wouldn’t be woken up by any noise. But he didn’t tell the women that, so they were left to worry about what was to come.

Harry put his cock up to Leta’s entrance, finding it taut and inviting. The colored witch gasped. 

Queenie let out a muffled exclamation that Harry took to be her complaints at Leta getting to go first. 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I won’t be ignoring you.”

He thrusted his hips forward. Leta let out a low moan as her ass bounced from Harry hitting it from behind. She began rocking her hips as much as she could to increase how deep he was going inside of her.

At the same time, Queenie got a different kind of reward. Harry’s fingers picked out a rough patch of skin near the top of her quim. His thumb pushed against it, making Queenie moan even more loudly than Leta.

The American witch was more of a screamer, as it turned out. Without her bra wrapped over her mouth, she would have woken the whole hotel room. Harry fingers made moist slapping sounds as they entered her over and over.

Meanwhile, he was discovering that Leta was extremely backed up. The dark witch was squirting on him after just a few thrusts. Her body longed for this, just like she said. She wanted a man to take her from behind without having to think about anything complicated. And who better than the powerful wizard who saved her from Grindlewald’s clutches?
 She came four, five, six, seven times as Harry plowed her. The women were writhing so much that they had to plant their palms on the floor to keep from sliding off. Both of them seemed to be having equally good times, so they didn’t complain when he switched.

Harry did it so seamlessly they barely noticed a pause. The only luxury he took was smacking Leta’s ass before his fingers picked out her clit. He watched the dark skin jiggle with a smirk.

Queenie had adored his fingers, but she was ready for something more now. As soon as Harry’s dick entered her she clenched down. She was as tight as she’d been right before her first orgasm in Grindelwald’s palace. Harry almost winced from how hard she was squeezing him.

Meanwhile, Leta was still cumming just as much as she had for his dick. She whipped her head back, making her hair bob as she released a loud moan. Her legs were beginning to tremble just because of how good it felt. 

Queenie’s tightness, after all the glorious thrusting he’d done inside of Leta, made short work of Harry’s self control. When she orgasmed, screaming so loud that she managed to dislodge her gag, Harry’s ball sack tightened against his scrotum. 

He pulled out of her, not risking her being left with a child as he hurtled through time. Besides, this way they could share.

Harry wiggled his hips, spraying his second orgasm like a firehose. He made sure his spunk landed equally on the backs of both women. They could both feel the warm, wet reward cascading onto their bodies.

As Harry sat back, taking a momentary respite before restarting, he admired the women. They both had the old timey feel he’d noted in Queenie during their night together. It was still a novelty, one that kept him hard as he observed them.

Really, if there was a winner in this whole time travel debacle, it was these lovely ladies. Without it, they never would’ve gotten a taste of that Potter magic.