Glimpses of Thread - Chapter 4

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

Summary: Fate was a hard cosmic being to please, yet when Harry Potter stood victorious over the corpse of Voldemort, the divine goddess couldn't help but jump for joy. Deciding her champion deserves a bit of a reward, she appears before him one night and offers Harry a chance–a chance to look through the threads of time as she does and gain a glimpse of his perfect future. Will he accept?

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Chapter 4: Lady Potter

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“Are you alright my sweet?”

Harry blinked away the fuzziness in his vision as Fortuna’s voice coasted through the edges of his consciousness. He had gone to sleep that night with Gabrielle curled in his arms and the sound of his children’s snores echoing out from the other room. He knew what awaited him when he closed his eyes, the dread building with each passing day, and yet the numbness he felt when he awoke in the bare room upon golden sheets still plucked at something tender inside his chest. The memories of Shell Cottage and the family he built with Gabrielle still clung to the forefront of his mind. It ached knowing that there was a chance he’d never see them again.
“Oh dear heart…” Fortuna hummed, her voice louder now and filled with understanding. He barely blinked as her arms wrapped around him from behind, her presence like warm honey that soothed an aching throat. 

“I–” his voice caught, an unexpected well of emotions bubbling up in his chest. “Was that real? Is any of it?” he asked.

“Yes and no. It was as real as you wish it to be, my sweet, but they are still realities yet to be. The lives you’ve seen are not complete yet, nor are you truly living them. What you see is merely a glimpse, one that feels and sounds real but is still a concept waiting to be born afresh.”

As she spoke, the goddess removed her arms from around his waist, bringing her hands up to thread through his hair in a soothing touch.

“I don’t–So they were just visions? Gabrielle? The children?”

“No, they were whispers of a life you deserve. Just as Susan was. Just as the others will be. There are no falsities in my creations, dear heart,” she explained whilst her fingers massaged his temples.

“Why would you show me that?” he asked, pain and anger surging from that knot of emotion in his chest. Pulling away from the goddess’s arms, he looked to her with eyes heavy with hurt. “You give me a chance to meet my children—to hold and love them, only to rip them away in the blink of an eye! Why?!”

“You believe me so cruel?” She reached forward, placing a gentle hand upon his chest. “Is that how you see me, as a villain of malice?”

“I—“ Harry began, “No, I just—“ he sighed, running his hands over his face in frustration. “How am I supposed to move on after that? Forget the other futures! I held them in my arms, Fortuna! I sang them to sleep, tucked them into bed, and loved them with my entire being! And now they’re just…gone…” his voice tapered off, quiet and cracked as anger gave way to sorrow.

“Not gone,” Fortuna whispered, moving her hand up to cup his cheek. “I will lie to you not and say they are a certainty in every reality but…” the goddess snapped her fingers. Like a chord struck, Harry felt a wave of force wash over him, powerful and great, before it was gone.

“I would never rip them away from you,” she spoke, leaning in slowly, her golden eyes shining into his own. “Whatever reality you choose—Whichever life you want—They will be there. Eventually, at least.” 

The goddess smiled, her lips grazing against his tenderly. The heat of them was intense, far hotter than the flesh of any human, but Harry thought it was soothing. He felt the emotions curled tightly in his chest unwound, bringing with it a rawness that made him sag forward into the goddess's arms.

She broke the kiss, wrapping her arms around him as she held him tightly.

“It seems I have one more pain to seek your forgiveness for.”

“You don’t have to—“

Fortuna shushed him, her fingers threading through his hair soothingly. 

“I do, but worry not over that for now. You have much more to see. If you so wish?”

Harry sighed. If he were honest, he was somewhat interested to see the other lives of his. Half of him was curious what the other realities held in store, and the other half simply wished for a distraction.

“Alright,” he nodded.

Fortuna smiled, leaning up to place a tender kiss upon his forehead.

As soon as her lips made contact, the world went black.

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Consciousness pulled at him stubbornly. The emotional roller coaster he’d just been on left his mind more tired than he thought, and as such, he fought the earnest hands of wakefulness tooth and nail. 

It was the dreams that found him first. The kind of dreams that only occur when one’s mind drifts closer the the edge of consciousness but does not yet take the plunge.

The dream before him now was a memory from his time with Gabrielle. His beautiful wife had been particularly eager that day, sneaking teasing touches and hungry kisses whenever she could. The second they were alone, she had all but pounced, pushing him back against their bed while her hands worked to free his cock. She used her mouth expertly, taking his half-hard member into her mouth and sucking him to full stiffness in a matter of moments. The feeling of her hot, wet tongue moving up and down his shaft as she swallowed him with ease felt incredible. In fact, Harry couldn’t help but groan in his sleep as Gabrielle bobbed her head faster and faster, the loud wet sucks growing louder and lewder as she moaned out—

Harry’s eyes shot open. A gasp slipped out from his lips as his hips jerked and he felt himself releasing into the mouth of the brown haired witch between his legs.

Harry blinked, his cock still throbbing between the brunette's lips. His sleep-addled mind worked to catch up to the current situation. His surroundings were unfamiliar, as were the sheets beneath him, but the witch circling her tongue around his spent cock was very familiar.

“P—Pansy?!” He gasped.

Pansy Parkinson hummed, pulling her mouth from his cock to instead replace it with her hand. She smirked up at him, her eyes shimmering with lust while she audibly swallowed down the pool of cum in her mouth, but it was not him she answered. Looking to his right, Pansy raised a single questioning brow and spoke.

“Will that be all my lady?” she said, her voice low and purring.

A weight shifted beside him, and Harry turned, his eyes widening as he saw who the brunette had addressed.

“Hmm,” Narcissa Malfoy sounded, her blonde hair spilling over one shoulder and purple eyes studying the girl intently. “I do not believe it is I who should say, my dear pet. What do you think, husband? Are you satisfied, or do you still thirst for the pleasures our little whore’s body can provide?”

Harry nearly choked, stunned not just by the two women before him now but Narcissa’s words as well. However, where his mind was confused, his body remained unfazed. With Pansy’s hand still upon his cock, stroking it in her firm grip, his body couldn’t help but respond, flooding his brain with hormones that made his member lurch within the brunette’s grasp.

Pansy giggled at the reaction, leaning down to run her tongue over the tip where a small dribble of precum collected. “I believe that answers the question, mistress.”

“Indeed,” Narcissa replied, stretching her arms up. The blonde’s ill-fitted nightgown shifted, revealing the smooth expanse of the blonde’s generous cleavage, before she stood from the bed, the bottom of her shapely arse peaking out from beneath the small shift. “Use her how you wish, my love, I shall go freshen up in the meantime. Do not forget we have that meeting with the Lady greengrass this afternoon.”

“Right,” Harry answered, unsure of what else to say as he watched the older witch saunter towards the bath. She must have felt him watching as she suddenly paused and threw a devilish smirk over her shoulder. The thin nightgown disappeared without a word, leaving Narcissa completely bare with her back to him. 

“Of course, if you’d prefer my body over that of Pansy’s, I suppose I could… accommodate,” she purred, shaking her arse back and forth before slipping into the bathroom with a lillting laugh.

“Fucking hell,” Harry murmured, barely paying Pansy any mind as she settled upon his lap with his cock pressed against his entrance.

“Fucking hell is right,” the brunette replied, her breath hitching as the tip of his length slipped inside her eager tunnel. “You’re wife is a seductress through and through my lord.”

Harry groaned as he finally bottomed out within the girl, his hands wrapping themselves around his former bully’s hips.
“And what about you, Pansy?”

“Me?” She asked, her breath hitching as she began to rock her hips. “I just love riding your fucking cock~”

That, Harry could agree with as the brunette began to work her hips faster. She felt incredible. Her velvety folds seemed to almost mould themselves to him, gripping his shaft tightly as she bounced on his cock. Her silken depths caressed every inch of his cock inside her slippery pussy. She moaned out, almost singing with pleasure as she jerked her hips back and forth.

“Fuck!” Harry grunted, his hands moving back to grip the girl’s bubbly arse. Pansy agreed, a wanton moan echoing out as she fell forward against his chest. Her tongue slipped into his mouth unbidden, vibrating with every hot gasping moan. She continued to rock her hips, shaking her arse back and forth while her pussy wept around his cock. Not content to just lie there, Harry set his feet beneath them, his hands holding the brunette witch still by her arse as he thrust upwards with a mighty ‘PLAP!’

‘PLAP! PLAP PLAP!’

His hips smacked against her thighs with wet, meaty slaps. Pansy howled in pleasure as she was fucked relentlessly from beneath, but all her cries were swallowed down by Harry as he plundered her mouth just as he plundered her pussy.

As he fucked her, he allowed his hands to explore, groping and swatting at her jiggly arse before roughly spreading her cheeks apart. Almost like he was pulled to it, his fingers found her puckered arsehole first. Using the pad of his index finger, Harry circled around the crinkled hole while Pansy whimpered against his lips.

Well…Narcissa had said to use her however he wished…

Deciding that Pansy was probably more than okay with it, Harry pushed forward, sinking his index finger down to the second knuckle inside her sweltering bum. It had an immediate effect. Pansy flew up, her back arching as she let loose a deafening scream of pleasure. He could feel the gush of her juices as she came, shaking and trembling as her pussy convulsed around him. Her arsehole clamped down around his finger, nearly forcing his digit to pop free as she sank deeper into her climax. Eventually, Pansy’s strength seemed to give out, her stiffened muscles going slack as she collapsed against his chest with her pussy juices collecting in a pool between their thighs.

“Pansy?” he tried, shaking the girl lightly by her shoulder.

His only answer was a light grunt as the brunette stared off into space. Chuckling to himself, Harry pried the spent witch off of him as gently as he could, setting her to the side as aftershocks of her orgasm trembled throughout her body. 

The only sound that reached his ears now was that of running water through the cracked bathroom door. With a smirk, Harry stood from the bed, leaving the slightly comatose witch behind as he slipped inside the steamy bath.

Narcissa was waiting for him. The large glass shower door was set ajar while a flow of steam swept out in large waves along the tiled ceiling. The vivacious blonde didn’t even try to play coy. Sat back against the tiled shower bench with her legs up and spread wide, Narcissa’s eyes bored into him with a hungry want. The witch moaned, shamelessly rubbing her own clit whilst her other hand pawed at her own tits.

“Did I keep you waiting?” He asked, stepping into the shower.

Narcissa nodded, her fingers working tirelessly at her moistened quim.

“Waiting and wanting my love. Will you not satiate your wife?”

It still bewildered him somewhat that in this future he was married to Malfoy’s mum of all people (the implications of which he chose to ignore for now). Not only that but Pansy Parkinson was their servant? Maid? He didn't really know but regardless it was still a somewhat vexing situation.

However, as he’s come to learn since his first foray into his possible futures, it was a lot better to simply enjoy it while it lasted and save the questions for later.

Narcissa definitely made the former easier, coaxing him forward with a crook of her finger. He stepped forward, pulling the blonde to her feet without a word. Narcissa didn’t so much as gasp, smirking as Harry’s hands came up to cup her large breast. Her pale pink nipples hardended beneath his touch. Narcissa cooed softly in delight, her lips claiming his own without a word as she drove her tongue into his mouth.

Harry kissed her back just as fiercely, his hands pinching and kneading the pillowy flesh of her breasts until Narcissa finally broke their lip-lock with a throaty moan. Taking his chance, he trailed kisses down her porcelain neck, nipping and sucking until a line of love bites marred her perfect skin. It wasn’t long before he reached his real prize. He took one of her nipples between his lips, teasing the nub with small bites. The blonde’s moan grew louder. Her hand rushing up to thread through his hair and push his face harder into her bust. As Harry lavished her tits with his tongue, she slipped her own hand down, gripping his staring cock hard while she gasped into his ear.

“Ruin me, my love. Take me like all the other whores we’ve invited into our bed,” she whispered, her tongue slipping out to circle around his ear lobe. “When the Greengrass harlot comes, I want to greet her with your cum dripping down my leg.”

Harry’s only response to her words was to bite down hard on her nipple before roughly shoving her against the glass shower wall. Narcissa whispered a sharp “Yessss~” as he lifted her into his arms and wrapped her legs around his frame.

He slipped inside her without issue, her inner walls wet and lubed like butter as his cock stretched them apart. Narcissa gasped, her nails digging into the flesh of his back as he slammed inside her.

“Yes!” she hissed again. “Yes! Yes! YES!”

Her loud moans echoed off the tiled walls. Her pussy was drenched, quivering around Harry’s cock with every thrust. She felt amazing, different from Pansy—not as tight but definitely wetter. Her inner walls still squeezed him though, practically begging for his load as he pounded into her with sharp hard thrusts. Pressed against the shower wall as she was, Narcissa couldn;t do much but take every thrust with whorish cries, begging and pleading for more as Harry fucked her into a screaming mess.

Every wet slap of their sexes seemed to drive the blonde intoa frenzy. With his thick meaty pole forcing her walls apart–stretching her open and reaching the deepest, most sacred, parts of her, it wasn’t long before Narcissa cried out a final time, nails gouging lines into his back as she reached a shaking orgasm. To ground herself, the blonde was forced to sink her teeth into Harry’s neck, biting and nipping at his scarred flesh while Harry released a hiss of pleasure and pain. 

“Fuck!” Harry grunted, slamming into Narcissa’s sopping wet heat one final time and released. The older witch moaned happily as warmth flooded her cunt, the telltale sign of her husband’s climax splashing against her inner walls like thick white paint. 

Releasing her onto unsteady legs, Harry was still reeling from his climax when she sank down to her knees, her blonde hair wet and sticking to the sides of her face as she wrapped her ruby red lips around his cock with a pleased hum.

“Did hearing me fuck Pansy really turn you on this much?” He asked with a groan.

Narcissa let out a muffled “Mhm!” as she took him deeper down her throat, her nose pressed flush with his groin as her throat coaxed him back to full hardness. With a gasp, the blonde finally pulled back, her hand quickly coming up to stroke him with rapid pumps.

“You know well how much I adore witnessing you put sluts like her in their place. Let them have their taste of you all they wish. In the end, I’m the one whose bed you climb into every night. I am the one who gets to scream and cry out your name while you claim my body over and over again. You are mine dear husband, so sit back and let me remind you just what that means~”

Harry did so without complaint, sinking down onto the shower bench as Narcissa took him once more into her mouth.

So far this future was doing a wonderful job taking his mind off of everything from before.

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“So why exactly are we meeting with Daphne Greengrass again?”

Narcissa shot him an amused look before rolling her eyes and setting her wine glass down.

“My dear I told you, she wishes to speak on the proposed amendment to the Muggleborn Rights and Protections Act,” the blonde explained.

“Uh huh…and why does she want to speak with me about that?” Harry questioned, somewhat confused as to why he would have any insight on a Wizengamot bill of all things.

“Probably because you have half the Wizengamot members by the balls and the other half worship the ground you walk on,” Pansy snorted as she passed by dusting the shelves.

“As crude as that assessment is, it is accurate. As Daphne herself proposed the amendment, she more than likely hopes an audience with you will guarantee its success,” Narcissa added. “Which of course, is true so long as she is agreeable to your terms that is.”

‘Agreeable to my terms? Narcissa makes it seem like this is some sort of shakedown,’ Harry silently mused. Shaking his head, he turned his attention abc to the matter at hand.

“Right, well let’s hope she does the right thing then,” he said, unsure of how else to respond.

It seemed to do the trick as Narcissa’s smile widened and she nodded. “Indeed my love.”

Before they could speak further, a loud gong sounded throughout the house alerting them that someone had just crossed the wards.

“It seems she is here. Pansy, if you would?”

The brunette nodded, vanishing the remaining dust and slipping her wand back into her robes as she walked out. A few moments passed before she returned with a young blonde haired woman in tow. 

“Lord Potter,” the woman greeted with a professional tone, her voice shifting a tad colder as she turned to greet Narcissa next. “Lady Potter.”

Narcissa only smirked as she swirled her wine glass. “Daphne! How lovely it is to see you again.”

“Indeed. May I?” the girl asked, gesturing to the seat opposite of them. At Harry’s not, she took her seat quickly, posture stiff and rigid.

“So, Lady Greengrass–” Harry began.

“Daphne, please,” the woman interrupted.

“Daphne.” Harry nodded. Where had he heard that name before? “My wife tells me you wished to speak about the amendment to the Muggleborn rights bill.”

“That’s correct my lord–”

“Harry.”

“Harry then,” she smiled with a grateful nod. “As I’m sure Lady Potter has told you, the proposed amendment aims to expand on the bill’s guidelines for Muggleborn business licenses–”

“My dear please, my husband does not need another boorish explanation about your silly amendment.” Narcissa scoffed, taking a sip of her wine. “What he wants to know is why should he support it?”

Daphne shot a not so subtle glare towards the other blonde. “I would think Harry would agree that this amendment is necessary. Business licenses are difficult to obtain at best. This would allow–”

“Necessary? Ha! I think we both know all your little amendment does is add a few fancy words while hiding the fact that these Muggleborns must sell 15% of their businesses to the Ministry. A clever way to fill the Ministry coffers and gain favour from many of the rich and traditional Wizengamot houses. It’s too bad that their votes aren’t the ones you need to actually see your plan through hmm?” Narcissa tittered. “What I wish to know it, what do you get out of it my dear. Political favour is one thing, but your clever enough to get that on your worst day. What is it that you truly wish to gain from this little trick of yours?”

“Who says I’m gaining anything?” Daphne replied, her professional mask slipping back into place. “While you’re correct that the Muggleborns would have to sell part of their business this is to only ensure the Ministry would have a continued stake in helping them succeed, nothing more.”

“Oh…” Narcissa said, a smirk overtaking her features. “I see now. Clever girl. You’re all but ensuring the success of dozens of businesses, ones that you, a member of the Wizengamot would know and could invest in yourself, potentially earning House Greengrass a nice hefty profit as well. I applaud your shrewdness my dear.”

“I– That’s not–” Daphne atmmered, somewhat put on the back foot by Narcissa’s words.

“Oh don’t fret my dear,” the older blonde waved off. “It’s a good plan, if a bit of a shortsighted one. Don’t you agree my love?” Before Harry could respond, Narcissa stood, stepping towards Daphne slowly like a lioness stalking her prey. “How about this? We’ll tweak your amendment, lowing the percentage down to 10% and in turn, House Potter gets a part of each investment House Greengrass makes into these businesses. A fair exchange wouldn’t you agree?”

I–” Daphne swallowed as Narcissa stood over her, the blonde averted her gaze from the older woman and nodded. “I think that is acceptable.”

“Good…and one more thing–”

Suddenly, Narcissa’s hand shot out and grasped the younger woman by her hair. Harry watched in confusion as his wife all but shoved Daphne to the ground before Harry.

“You’ll need to prove just how devoted to this new alliance you are. I believe sucking his cock will suffice, don’t you?”

“Wh-What?! I’m not–” Daphne began before Narcissa silenced her by bending down and crashing their lips together.

“You will–” Narcissa murmured, grasping the other blonde by her face. “We both know how much you want to. Your sister told us how much you lusted for my husband right before spread her legs for him on that very chair behind you,” the blonde spoke, gesturing to the chair Daphne had sat at only moments prior. “Now, be a good little slut and take out my husbands cock.”

Daphne looked up at him, her cheeks dusted pink. Before Harry could so much as speak up though, the blonde was reaching up and unclasping his belt while her blue eyes looked away in embarrassment. As she pulled his cock free, the blonde sucked down a gasp at her first peek at his engorged member. Tentatively, she reached forward and wrapped her thin fingers around the hot shaft. Gulping, she realized her hand was far from fitting all the way around the fat cock.

“Oh get on with it!” Narcissa huffed, pushing Daphne forward.

His cock slapped against the blonde’s face with a light ‘Smack!’ causing Daphne’s blush to deepen. Slowly, she opened her mouth, her wet tongue slipping out to run along the underside of his shaft with a single long lick.

“Good, now suck.” Narcissa ordered, taking her seat by Harry once more as she rubbed circles into his chest. Daphne obeyed, opening her mouth wider to engulf his hardened cock. The blonde actually let out a whimper as the smongey head grazed against her tongue. Soon, all traces of embarrassment were gone from the younger witch as she began to skillfully bob her head along his shaft while her hand slipped under the hem of her skirt to play with her dripping folds.

“Wonderful! How does it feel my love? Does she possess the same cock-sucking skill as her sister?” Narcissa asked.

Harry groaned with a nod, despite not having actually ever slept with Astoria Greengrass. Something that would change in this future apparently.

“Excellent! Once you cum down her throat we’ll see if she loves being buggered as much as her sister as well!”

Harry could only lay his head back and nod as Daphne swallowed him completely down her petite throat. This reality most certainly was the distraction he needed.

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Author’s Note

A bit more emotionally charged this chapter, but we’ll make up for that in the next one. Hope everyone enjoyed!

Thanks for reading!