Death\'s Design, Fate\'s Plan

Death’s Design, Fate’s Plan
An Answer to Reptilia28’s Death Challenge
NC-17
Illiandyandra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Pairings: Harry/Hermione; Luna/Neville; Tonks/Remus; Sirius/Hestia Jones
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.
Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes; however you want to say it. If you do not like that then keep on looking.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it. Just let me know and give credit where it is due.
Spoilers: Any and All Books through Chapter 37 of Deathly Hallows
Summary: My take on Reptillia 28’s Challenge from Portkey, (Really hope no one minds.) Harry dies well before his time and is sent back to clean up the mess he left behind.
Bashing Warning: This story will contain character bashing and eventually death.
Author’s Note: Homage paid to robst, A Kiss Can Save the World, go Read & Review. Great Story, Great Author.

CHAPTER THREE
*****What in the World*****

**White Liar**
Dumbledore PoV

“What in the world happened here while I was gone?” Albus Dumbledore wondered aloud. He was not a happy benevolent ruler. He was in France for seven days, fulfilling his duties as the Supreme Mugwamp. During that tiny bit of time, someone had not only discovered that Sirius Black was innocent, but exonerated and freed the man.

Newly freed Sirius was already moving opposite of Dumbledore’s plans. Black had taken his place as the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, dissolved Bellatrix’s marriage and reclaimed her dowry. Since Rodolphus Lestrange had never consummated the marriage; preferring his brother, Rastaban, to his bride; the annulment was easily done. Sirius had then cast Bellatrix from the family. He seemed to be in the process of beginning a similar move with Narcissa Malfoy. Black had already pulled out his ‘executor’s copy’ of the Potter’s will and begun the probate process. The only reason Dumbledore had successfully been able to block the probate process, was because the executor was incarcerated. Otherwise even his position as Chief Warlock would not have been enough to seal that will.

Furthermore Amelia Bones was moving against the Dursleys for child neglect and abuse. It would seem that during most of the times he had obliviated the muggle authorities, he’d neglected to remove the relevant paperwork. There was an exhaustive paper trail. It would also seem that Mrs. Figg was smarter than any squib had the right to be. She had kept a detailed record of the abuse she had seen over the years. When she saw the Muggle aurors, she had given them a copy, a statement of all she had seen and copies of photos she had taken showing the disparity of treatment of the two boys in the Dursley household. Another of the neighbors had taken videos of all the times Marge Dursley had set her dogs on Harry outside the house. The same neighbor had called Animal Control. Albus had not interfered in that case, Marge has simply bribed the Animal Control office to look the other way. It would seem that the neighborhood had not stood quite as aloof to Harry’s suffering as the boy had believed.

With the will back in play and no way to reinstate the Dursleys without tipping his hand; there was no way he would be able to block Sirius from gaining custody. In fact Albus would have to work rather hard to keep people from beginning to wonder who had cast the fidelius at Godric’s Hollow. All he could do at this moment was pry no one connected the dots to the Longbottoms. Albus sighed deeply and settled back into his chair in his Chief Warlock office, he would have to work hard to find a way to make all this work to his advantage. He made plans to remain in London overnight to get an early start the next morning; he had a plan to salvage.


**The House That Built Me**
Harry PoV

Harry could honestly say he was happy. He sat in his favorite chair in the Gryffindor common room, and reviewed his list of what he needed to get done. He was working on improving his grades, and dragging Ron with him…kicking and screaming. He no longer had to hide his intelligence. Though admittedly he was waiting on/dreading/planning for that conversation with Hermione. He could see that she was already interested in finding out why she did not have to badger them as much to do their work, and it had only been two weeks. He knew that soon she would corner him and she would not rest until she forced him to tell her why he, and by extension, Ron were doing so much better in their studies.
But right here, in the quiet of the evening, in the chair next to the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, Harry just reveled in the almost complete feeling of being home. This last year had driven the point into him that Hogwarts was home. Not being able to come back due to the Horcrux hunt had made him appreciate it in a way he’d not felt since first year. It had taken him ten years, but on that train ride back to the Dursleys at the end of the year, he’d known he’d finally found his home.

As he stared into the flames, Harry was shocked into throwing himself behind his chair by a head appearing in the flames. He grabbed his wand and peeked around the chair. Yep, there was a head in the fire and damned if that head wasn’t terribly familiar. Before he could stop himself, Harry blurted, “Pa’foot!”

“Harry, thank goodness.” Sirius was smiling proudly out of the fireplace. “Don’t know how I’d have convinced anyone else to go get you. Finally remembered the password for this blasted floo. So glad McGonagall recycles her passwords like clockwork. Wait a Tick, how’d you recognize me?”
“Your face has been in the prophet all summer.” Harry rejoined. “Besides, I guess the dementor had to go pretty far back to find a tasty happy memory…since the train I can remember some stuff from when I was a sprog. You telling me, Professor Lupin didn’t tell you all this?”

“Cheeky Bugger.” Sirius teased. “Sure Remus told me, he told me everything he knew and some of what he thinks about you. Just like I’m sure he told you that you look just like your dad…you’ve got Lily’s eyes though. Bit small aren’t you?”

“Yeah…Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn’t really like to waste money on things like, feeding me, clothing me…well me really.” Harry said sarcastically. He was really not a fan of discussing anything to do with the Dursleys.

Sirius’s entire visage darkened. “Yea. Well old Bones is going after them like the wrath of Merlin. I suggested I go see them; but Remus reminded me that I probably would be sent to Azkaban for good if I did.”

“Speaking of which, why did you escape. I mean I’m glad you did, ‘cause it means I got to learn about you and you got your freedom and all- but why?” Harry babbled. He assumed that he would be expected to wonder that. Goodness knows that Hermione had wondered it enough for three people.
Sirius gave Harry a smug smile. “I did it to protect you, pup.” Sirius told Harry all about Fudge’s visit, and what had been on the front page of the Daily Prophet. “That rat was here with you in the same dorm. He’s too weak and stupid to bother you without direction, but I couldn’t just hope that he wouldn’t get that direction from somewhere. I had to get him before he could hurt you.”

“Plus you really wanted him to pay?” Harry asked with a smirk.

“Just a bonus Pup, just a bonus.” Sirius said with a smile.

Harry ducked his head in embarrassment. He knew how much Sirius cared for him in the last time line…but hearing it said again warmed Harry’s heart. “How are you able to call this floo? I thought you could only floo in the Head’s and professors offices from outside the school?” Harry asked, to Harry it felt like he’d been wondering that for years.

“You can if you have the proper password. Fortunately McGonagall has had the same few she’s been using since the dawn of time. It only works for calls, but it works. Anyway enough about all that. I just called to tell you that I made an appointment through McGonagall to come up there and meet you. I also gave permission for you to be able to go to Hogsmeade. I’m currently in the process of looking for us a place to live. I hate my parents’ old house, wouldn’t go back there if you paid me. Anything you want me to look for, anywhere you want me to look?” Sirius asked.

“Umm, can you live muggle?” Harry asked hesitantly. “Because I’d like to have a TV and you know regular stuff too.”

“I can straddle.” Sirius answered confidently. Your Mum made it her mission to make sure we could pass in the muggle world if the need arose; Remus and I even have muggle paperwork.

“Okay, maybe something more mugglish near Finsbury Circle?” Harry said blushing.

“Who is she?” Sirius prodded. At Harry’s look of surprise, he added, “I know that look. Your dad used to get that same look when he was trying to get closer to your mum and be subtle about it.”

“I’ll introduce you when you come, if you promise to keep any baby Harry stories to yourself. When are you coming, anyway?” Harry queried to draw Sirius back onto subject.

“I’ll be there after classes on Friday. Well you’ll see me after your classes on Friday…Our furry friend will see me earlier than that.” Sirius looked abash. “You do know about his ‘furry little problem’, don’t you?”

“Of course.” Harry replied automatically. Then he frantically tried to remember if he did know that yet. “Hermione figured it out ages ago.” He added as he remembered what she had said in the Shrieking Shack in his first time line.

“So her name is Hermione, good to know. Let me guess. So smart she’s scary. Devil’s own temper when she gets riled. Hair that’s out of this world, bossy as can be?” Sirius quipped

“All that and so much more.” Harry said with a huge smile.

“Met her on the train, didn’t you?” Sirius asked.

“How did you know?” Harry said shocked.

“Curse of your clan, my boy, curse of your clan.” Sirius chuckled. “The whole world knows that Potter men meet their mates early, and love fiercely and forever. The joke is that that whole soul mates myth was about your family.”

“So what are you going to do now?” Harry asked, changing the subject yet again.

“No clue really. Past my quidditch years, aren’t I? I’d rather chew off my own foot rather than work for the Ministry…bad enough I’ve got to deal with the Wizengamot as much as I will. I guess I’ll sort out all the family business, and teach you to manage your estates-”

“What estates?” Harry interrupted. “I haven’t got any estates.” Harry’s surprise was completely genuine. “No one ever said anything about any estates.”

“Harry, your family is the single richest family in the Wizarding world. You could spend a thousand galleons a day, every day for the rest of your life and still not touch the principal. That’s not even counting the real property, the intellectual property, or what you’ve inherited from Lils.” Sirius remarked. “You should have started receiving statements at eight and the key to your trust vault at eleven. You won’t get full control of everything until 21 but your trust vault is topped up every year until then, so you’ll be fine.” Sirius looked him over. “Doesn’t look like you’ve spent much on clothes. You have your vault key, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Dumbledore gave it to me at eleven.” Harry started.

“WHAT do you mean? Your account manager should have given it to you with your first face to face accounting. Ok. Change of plans. When I pick you up for the Hogsmeade weekend, we’ll take you to the goblins and get everything sorted.” Sirius tried to reassure Harry, and himself, that nothing was wrong.

Harry tried to stop the words that erupted from his mouth, he wished he could call them back; but there was no way to bring the blurted, “Can Hermione come too?” back. Harry felt his face grow hot.

Sirius let out a barking laugh. Harry couldn’t help but smile. That laugh brought back so many memories, and yet far too few. “Pup, you’ve got it bad. Hey look at it like this; you’re better off than your dad. He had it that bad, but your mum couldn’t stand him at first he had a lot of growing up to do first. Greatest brother a gent could ask for…not so great on the love interest front.” The barking laugh made a reappearance. “Go get some sleep. Figure out how to turn your girl friend into your girlfriend. Pup. I just want you to know, never mind what Lil’s slattern of a sister told you. Your parents loved you with their whole hearts. I think they would have been very proud of the young man you have become.”

**More Like Her**
Harry PoV

Now given the fact that Harry had a seventeen year old’s mind and the hormone laden body of a thirteen year old, he was unsurprised that night by the rather erotic nature of his dream. The dream actually did not begin erotically at all. 18 year old Hermione was meeting her 14 year old counterpart in an abandoned classroom somewhere at Hogwarts. Harry could see and hear everything, though he wasn’t exactly in the room with them.

They were both nude and the younger seemed quite pleased by the changes that would take place in her form and figure in the ensuing years. They discussed all manner of things, from books to how to best rid one’s self of unwanted body hair. The as Harry watched and listened the duo’s conversation turned to kissing.

“So have you kissed many boys?” asked Younger.

“Really I’ve only kissed one. It wasn’t actually that great. He apparently learned to kiss from Lavender Brown…enough said.” Older answered.

“Who was it? Why didn’t you teach him to do it the way you wanted?” Younger probed huffily.

“You should know by now that trying to teach Ron anything just leads to a fight.” Older replied defensively.

“You wasted your first kiss, any kisses at all really on RONALD WEASLEY? The boy who constantly goes out of his way to make us cry? Please tell me he at least learned to eat with his mouth closed, or not talk with his mouth full…or table manners period.” Younger raged.

“He’s our friend.” Older defended.

“Not a very good one. Honestly. First he almost gets us killed. Then he gets angry at us about that stupid rat, then he makes Harry stop talking to us about the damn broom. And you have the unmitigated gall to create a romantic liaison with him. Okay so he’s getting a bit better, but still what were you thinking?” Younger admonished.

“I was thinking that at least he wanted us. He wanted us so badly he tried to potion us. Of course, I figured it out immediately, and you could have knocked me over with a feather when I analysized the sample and saw who it was keyed to. So yes I settled for Ron. I’m sure I can train him up a bit. Better than being alone.” Older said tartly.

“Not by much. Did you ever think that maybe he didn’t potion you in the first place? The boy might be good at chess, but he couldn’t brew an effective potion to save his life. Anyone could have added a bit of him and then dosed you. Get you out of the way. Keep you from going after the one we really want.” Younger said balefully.

“Well, why haven’t you gone after the one we want?” Older retorted.

Harry was shocked when he realized that he was no longer an ambient presence, but in the room with the two Hermiones. He noticed that he was also in the same state of dress, or lack there of, as they were. “Um, hi.” He said nervously.

Younger looked at Older then looked at Harry. “Hello Harry. I suppose you are a figment of my dreamscape brought in by the older me to see if I have the confidence to throw myself at you.” Younger said reasonably.

For the first time, Harry actually began to wonder exactly whose dream this was. So in true Harry fashion, he gave a noncommittal shrug.
Younger took this as a yes. She looked him up and down assessingly. The look was so naughty and yet so completely Hermione, Harry couldn’t help but start to get hard.

Both Hermiones fastened their eyes on Harry’s burgeoning erection. He tried to fight it, but the attention only exacerbated his condition. He loved the feel of their eyes on him; his cock was quickly hard enough to break stone. He looked down and then back up. Every fiber of his being was focused on Younger. Perhaps because they were the same physical age, perhaps because she was the Hermione that would be his, but the connection was primarily to Younger.

“Very well then Harry, how do you feel about me?” Younger challenged.

Harry hid his smile; of course Hermione would start with a question. “I’d think you can tell how I feel about you Hermione.” Harry joked.

Younger rolled her big chocolate brown eyes. “Honestly Harry. All that means is that you like seeing me and/or Older me nude. You are a thirteen year old heterosexual male; of course you are getting an erection while in a room with two naked females. I mean how do you feel about the person that I am?”

“I told you in Charms class. I’m going to marry you one day. I love you. You are beautiful inside and out; brilliant and you see me. Not the Boy-who-Lived, but skinny, scrawny, moody Harry; and you care about me anyway. I even love your faults. You’re bossy, have the devil’s own temper, and absolutely, positively HATE to be wrong. The worst thing is that I don’t even know if I’m just a dream or if you are.” Harry finished exasperatedly.

Younger came over and enveloped Harry in a huge Hermione Hug. She was going to Kiss Harry on the cheek, but he anticipated this and saw his opening. Turning his head Harry pressed his lips to Hermione’s softer fuller ones. Harry could hear Older shifting behind them and wondered for a moment why she was still here. But then Younger’s small pink tongue darted out and slid along the seam of his lips.
Harry groaned and opened for her questing digit. His own larger tongue went to work first dueling hers, then slipping past it to tease the edge of her still large front teeth. Harry deepened the kiss, stroking her palate tasting mint and chocolate and a sweetly tangy taste that was uniquely Hermione. Without thought Harry’s hands started to caress the soft, lightly tanned skin of her back. As they kissed, Harry got bolder. His caresses got longer, stretching down to the small of her back and further to the well round firm cheeks of her luscious bottom.

Younger was either less reticent, or she’d decided that since this was ‘her dreamscape’ she could do as she pleased. She buried one hand in his thick black hair, telling him without words how much she was enjoying what he was doing with his tongue; and the other hand was squeezing and massaging one firm globe of his ass.

Harry and Younger finally broke their kiss. “Wish we had a bed,” they said to each other. Suddenly there in the room was a beautiful four poster double bed, with a pearlescent silk canopy. The duo of teens looked at the bed then looked at Older. “And a comfy chair for Older Hermione.” They said together, a nice comfy chair upholstered in cinnamon microfiber appeared next to Older.

She settled contentedly as Younger and Harry climbed into the bed. It had sensual silk sheets and large silk covered pillows, but no counterpane, all done up in the same pearlescent color as the canopy. Harry snuggled closer, and enveloped Younger into another deep kiss. This time he let his hands roam freely over the soft skin of her sides and stomach. Younger arched into the touch. Harry broke the kiss, drawing his lips over the curve of her jaw and around to the very sensitive spot right below her earlobe.

“God, Harry, unh yes.” Younger moaned. She slid her hands up his chest. She tweaked one to his flat brown nipples causing him to groan out himself. He kissed a bit down her neck and pulled a bit of her flesh into his mouth. While licking and sucking on the soft skin above her jugular, Harry’s hand came up and cupped the beautiful swell of her breast. “Please, oh Harry, please.”

Unsure what Younger was asking for, Harry let instinct guide him. “You have such beautiful tits Mione. Can I suck one? Can I put my mouth on your pretty, pretty tit?”

“God Harry, Yes. They ache, suck them…” Younger arched against him. Harry kissed his way from the raspberry shaped mark he’d left on her neck, down and along her collar bone to one apricot colored nipple. Taking it into his mouth, Harry sucked gently. He allowed his hand to resume the kneading of her free breast. He nibbled her nipple then nipped his way across to her dry one. Switching his worrying back and forth, he reveled in the feel of her writhing beneath him. As he was suckling, he noticed Younger’s hand had made its way between her sexy thighs. He reached out and grabbed it.

“Aht uh. That’s my pussy. Do I need to tie your hands to the head board?” Younger shook her head emphatically. Yet Harry could see something in her eyes that told him she’d probably like it if he did. “Good I’m going to hold you to that. Would you like me to touch you there?”

“Yes, Harry Please.” Younger whimpered. Something about their discourse was making both teens even more excited. Strong commanding, in control Harry pleased them both.

Harry went back to tormenting a nipple with his mouth but let his free hand slide over her stomach and down through the sparse hairs on Hermione’s delta of Venus. He spread his fingers a bit and slid them around the hard little nubbin of her clit. He leaned up once more. “You’re so wet. It’s all over your thighs and your pussy. Is that for me?”

“Only you, all for you.” Her voice was filled with conviction and the longing for more of his touch. Her eyes held every bit of desire she felt for him, and Harry could only smile.

“Good.” He went back to work, diligently following her vocal clues, suckling and playing with clit gently. He dipped his fingers down and rubbed the gateway to her entrance. He didn’t really penetrate her at all, just teased her clit and her gateway of pleasure until Hermione screamed out his name.

“GOD Harry YES!” she screamed. Her head was whipping back and forth. Her hair a wild riot on the pillow seemed to take a life of its own in the throes of her first ever social orgasm. Her whole body flushed, and her muscles convulsed in waves as she came.

Harry let her calm down, kissing her gently. When her thighs finally unlocked, he pulled his hand free and licked it clean. Some devil told him to do it, and he was glad. She tasted wonderful; sweet, and slightly tangy, almost apricot, with just hint of musk.

Younger watched through slit eyes. “That’s really Hot.” She rolled up forcing Harry back onto the pillows. She kissed him, and then trailed her way to his neck. Ever the overachiever, her mark was both bigger and darker than his. From there she moved down to tease his flat brown nipples, then she headed even further south. She dipped her tongue into his belly button and dragged it along the ridges of his well-defined muscles. Lower still she went, then smirked up at Harry as she hovered over his rigid tower of want.

Harry looked down into the chocolate orbs of his dream lover, “Please, Mione, Please put your sexy mouth on me.”

“You want me to suck your cock, Harry? You want me to wrap my lips around your dick? She taunted, her voice a delicious whisper.

“God, yes.” Harry groaned. His groan got even louder as she licked him for the first time. She contentiously moistened the whole head of Harry’s impressive erection. Then she slid her mouth down the column of flesh, carefully making sure to keep her teeth out of play. By the time she got half the way to the bottom, she had run out of mouth. She wrapped both of her small hands around the rest, and sucking deeply drew her mouth back up. Harry would have liked to last longer; but 13 or 17, dream or not, this was the first sexual contact he had every received from another person. “Mione, cum-argh-gah!” he yelled in incoherent pleasure. His thick fluid felt like lava shooting out.

Younger pulled back, her mouth full. Long thick ropes of cum continued erupting from the tip of Harry’s dick. Most ended up decorating her face and hands but some managed to get into her hair, on her neck and in the dip of her collarbone.

Harry looked at her; watched as she swallowed his seed, his only thought, I need to see her like this in real life. He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, uncaring of the fluids on her lips. They belonged to him in the first place. He did note that he didn’t taste anywhere near as good as she had. As they kissed, Harry heard a pop. Both teens looked over and saw that Older and her chair were gone, and the room was losing distinction.

“I guess I’m waking up. I wish I knew if this were really how you felt about me.” Younger said.
Before Harry could find the right thing to say she was gone and he awoke alone in his bed.

**Love Is Looking For You**
Harry PoV

Harry got up, it was early, but not so early that he could return to sleep; so he took a quick shower. He was surprised to note that despite the eroticism of the dream, he’d experienced very little nocturnal emissions. As he washed his face and brushed his teeth –something he still preferred to do the muggle way- he say something that led him to the beginnings of a theory. There on his neck was a rather large, very dark, completely distinct hickey. He was sure that Hermione now sported a smaller lighter version of the same.

The most bewildering thing was that his hickey would not allow itself to be glamoured. The mark stood out rather starkly against his pale skin, but he really didn’t really mind. He quickly dressed and made his way down to the common room. He was up too early for most, so he was unsurprised to find the room still empty. He pulled out his potion’s homework and went back to filling out his essay.

It wasn’t long before he heard footsteps coming down the girl’s stairs. Hermione came down, her uniform perfect. For a change her hair was laying in thick curls down her back, away from her face and neck. Around her neck was tied a pink silky scarf. He still wondered if his theory was correct. He didn’t want to say something only to find out that his dream had been just that, a dream. He stood and made his way nervously over to her. They met in the middle of the floor.

Hermione’s eyes were locked on the large hickey on the side of his neck. Harry waited. Part of him wanted it to all have been ‘real’, while part of him was scared that it was. When Hermione looked up from the mark to meet his eyes, her eyes huge and cheeks flushed, he knew. Rather than chance it, he moved as quickly as he could deftly untying the silky material and baring his mark on her neck.

“You experienced it also, huh?” Hermione asked for her own certainty.

Harry nodded. “You never did tell me how you felt about me.” Harry said carefully. He was sure that she wouldn’t have done the things with him in the dream –even assuming it was a just dream- if she didn’t feel strongly for him; but a very large part of him needed the words.
Hermione must have sensed the insecurity underlying his words. She stood and wrapped him in a hug. “I love you Harry. You are beautiful inside and out. You are far smarter than you let on. You see me not homework help, but plain Jane bookworm, overly developed Hermione; and you love me anyway. I even love your faults. You are moody, overprotective, and almost incapable of expressing your emotions without veritaserum. And the best thing is that neither of us were just a dream.”

Harry leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. They heard a loud rippling gong sound, but neither noticed the bright opalescent glow that surrounded them. Neither noticed the breaking glass of the windows of the tower, nor the audience that gathered on the dorm stairs. They certainly did not notice Parvati stunning an inexplicably enraged Ginny Weasley, or the Weasley twins collecting their winnings from most of the boys their year and up. They didn’t even notice the black screaming steam that came out of Harry’s scar and died as it tried to pass through the corona of light surrounding them.

The professors, alerted by the gong sound that had awoken the entire castle-even the portraits, some of whom had not moved in over a century- arrived and bunched just inside the portrait hole entrance. Remus and Snape exchanged stunned looks…and still Harry and Hermione kissed unaware of the world around them.