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Harry took a seat on an empty bench at the park and settled in to wait for his prize. He didn’t have to wait too long; in less than five minutes, she had arrived.
Luna Lovegood.
She had always been a bit touched in the head at Hogwarts, but as a little girl, her differences were even more prominent. The seven-year-old practically floated through the air as she ambled towards the playground equipment. She paid no mind as the other children shrieked and romped recklessly around her. Instead, she sat cross-legged beneath the slide and stared up at it. Despite there seemingly being nothing there, she struck up a full-blown conversation with whatever invisible creature had caught her eye.
Harry could have stolen her right then and there. Could have snatched her up before her absent-minded father had even looked up from his book on snorkacks. But no, he had waited thirty years for this moment—painstakingly researching her whereabouts prior to Hogwarts and crafting the mechanisms which would allow him to travel back and forth between the timelines with minimal repercussions. He would not squander this opportunity with impatience. Not now that she was almost within his grasp.
Discretely, he allowed his magic to seep into the air around him, slowly reaching out with tendrils of energy until the girl finally stopped conversing with her invisible companion and cocked her head in his direction. It was an expression Harry had seen countless times over the years as Luna and he had worked side-by-side developing this time-travelling technology.
She had been his business partner at first, and then his confidante, and ultimately, his lover. When he had doubted that their work would ever come to fruition, she had reassured him. When he would lose himself in the theoretical, she would ground him in the physical, taking him back to their bedroom for a carnal reminder of her love for him.
Until one night, it had all gone horribly wrong.
He had been planning on personally performing the first test run of their modified time-turner, but she had stolen away in the middle of the night to attempt it herself. By the time he had awoken, it was too late: all that was left of her was a handwritten note that said only I love you. Find me.
To have her child-self looking at him again with the same serene, otherworldly smile was nearly too much for him to bear. He began to weep, and his magic instinctively nudged her forward, tugging her in until she’d come to sit on the bench next to him.
“You’re not from here, are you?”
The innocent question startled him, and he barked a laugh.
“No. No, I’m not.” A companionable silence fell between them for a time before Harry broke it with a question of his own. “Do you know me?”
She stared up at him with large, round eyes, and his heart ached at the trust he found in their depths. “No. But I used to.”
Harry felt his heart rate increase, pulse thudding dully in the side of his neck. He slid his hand to cover hers, marvelling at how small and delicate it felt beneath his palm. Encouraged when she made no move to pull away, he used his free hand to cast a disillusionment and Notice-Me-Not spell around them.
Gathering Luna into his arms, he then pressed a kiss to her forehead and clung to her like a drowning man to a life preserver. So his research was right. This was the place where his dear Luna had gotten lost in the flow of time. And now, he had finally found her.
“Yes, sweetheart, you did. Gods, but I missed you.” He squeezed her tightly, only loosening his grip fractionally when he heard her whimper. “I’ve come to take you back with me.”
She began to struggle in his embrace, her movements unwittingly grinding against his crotch with her bottom. He dropped his hands to her hips and groaned, attempting to hold her in place to ease his arousal. Instead, his erection became nestled against the heat of her centre, the only barrier between them being the thin fabric of her panties and his worn-out dress robes.
“B-but Father and Mother will miss me,” Luna whined. Her eyes began to dart around them, clearly looking for an escape. She opened her mouth, possibly to scream, and Harry did the only thing he could think of to stop her: he kissed her.
There was a familiarity in the way their faces fit together, but by the same token, there were other things that stood out to him as different. The way he had to bend down further, the way her chin was engulfed by his fingers as he cupped it tightly, the way his fingers nearly spanned the whole of her lower back as he held her in place.
It was intoxicating.
Harry was ashamed to admit that he was enjoying this. His cock was throbbing, aching to sink itself into little Luna’s tight hole, to reclaim what he had lost. Although she was still struggling to break free, he could feel her body responding to him as it once had, a growing patch of arousal wetting his robes. Surely this was his wife. He just had to jog her memory. But he couldn’t do that here… not with so many potential witnesses.
Before he lost his nerve, Harry reached into his pocket and tapped the modified return portkey, taking back what time had stolen from him in the first place.
They landed back in Harry’s lab, their lab, and Harry released Luna, wanting the girl to get her bearings in the hopes that she would recognise her old home.
Instead, Luna scrambled backwards until her back was pressed up against one of the many tables in the room.
Harry approached her slowly, keeping his hands visible to show he held no wand. It wouldn’t stop him, since he could perform a variety of spells wandlessly, but in her childlike state, Luna either didn’t remember or wasn’t aware that it was a possibility. She watched him warily but made no move to run.
“Easy now, sweetheart, I’m not trying to hurt you,” he crooned. “I just need you to remember me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I don’t remember you. Please… just let me go back to my Mummy and Daddy.”
Her voice was so small and frightened that he almost considered taking her back. But then he remembered her last words to him—Find me—and his resolve strengthened. The Luna he knew never backed down in the face of the impossible, and neither would he give up now.
“Harry,” he said. “Call me Harry.” He came closer and bent down to hoist her up onto the table, stepping between her legs in one smooth motion.
“H-Harry,” she whispered. “I just want to go home…”
His blood rushed southward at hearing her name falling from those lips once more. It had been months since he’d felt Luna’s gentle touch or heard her sweet voice. A visceral sense of need filled him. He had to have her.
“Oh Luna-bear,” he sighed, nuzzling her neck and placing feather-light kisses against the sensitive skin. She was more ticklish as a child, and he felt her shiver at the touch. “Don’t you see, baby girl? You are home.”
His hand slipped between them and under her skirt, hooking his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties to slide them down.
“I am your husband. I used to touch you like this every night, remember?” As he spoke, he traced the smooth slit of her cunny and dipped between her folds, moaning against her slender shoulder at how exquisite she felt.
“Morgana, but you’re incredible. Just let me make you feel good again, baby girl. Like I used to,” he begged.
“N-nooo!” Luna wailed, tears streaming down her angelic face.
But Harry could feel her getting wetter with each swipe of his fingers. She was just scared, that’s all. Once she was lost in the pleasure, that would change. He circled her tiny clit with just the right amount of pressure, delighting in how her hips jerked and her dangling legs twitched in response.
Luna covered her face, but Harry could still see her pale cheeks darkening, the pretty pink travelling down her neck and under her shirt. He used his free hand to fondle her chest, zeroing in on the way her tiny nipples pebbled beneath his practised fingers.
She flinched away from the touch and began to squirm backwards on the countertop, one hand scrabbling for purchase behind her even as her other weakly tried to push him away.
“Take me back. Please just take me back. I’m not her. I’m not her!”
Harry’s frustration began to build. Why is she acting like this? How can I help her if she won’t let me do what I need to do? Determined to bring his Luna back, no matter the cost, he yanked the girl’s wrists up above her head, using a wandless Incarcerous to bind them together and secure them to a pipe on the wall.
The girl began thrashing in earnest now, kicking at him with her skinny legs even as he carefully cut away her skirt and underwear. The fabric parted easily, gracing him with a mouthwatering view of her lower half. He decided that he might as well remove the rest of her clothes, and made short work of her top.
Once completely nude, the fight left Luna, and she curled in on herself as best she could, foolishly attempting to hide herself away from him.
“Don’t be shy.” He spanked her pert bottom sharply. “Spread your legs for me, baby girl.”
She shook her head, so he spanked her again, harder this time.
“If you don’t do as I say, baby girl, I’m going to have to tie your legs in place too. Do you want that?”
Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, but she shook her head again.
“Good girl,” he praised. He ran his hand gently over the slight curve of her childish hips. “Now, lay on your back and spread your legs.”
Slowly, she moved to do as instructed, and Harry felt his breath hitch as he drank in the sight of her—pale cheeks streaked with dried tears, skin flushed, dusky pink nipples begging to be laved, and a bald slit glistening in the dim lamplight.
Harry wasted little time in burying his face between those soft, girlish thighs. One arm slid beneath Luna’s back to tilt her cunt up at the perfect angle for him to devour her. With his free hand, he spread her open, exposing the small bundle of nerves. It was less prominent than he was accustomed to, but she still reacted just as his Luna would when he flicked it with the tip of his tongue and then took it gently in his mouth.
Small heels dug into his back and she began panting. The adorable squeaks and strangled moans that escaped her had Harry’s cock leaking in anticipation.
That’s it, baby girl, he thought. Come back to me, Luna.
He suckled harder before releasing the engorged clit and switching to long, slow swipes of his tongue across her slit. When he felt she was properly soaked, he dipped his tongue inside her, lapping up her arousal like a man dying of thirst. Her keening whines were music to his ears, though they were decidedly muffled as she squeezed her legs together on either side of his head.
She was close, but she was so small and would need extra preparation to take his cock in this state. Mindful of this, he replaced his tongue with his middle finger, curling it upwards to brush against that sensitive area he knew so intimately. With each stroke, Luna’s moans intensified; when Harry added a second finger, she broke apart on his hand.
She sagged against the ropes holding her in place, gasping for air and trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm. Before she had the chance to recover, Harry drew back and straightened up to his full height. In one fluid motion, he deftly shrugged off his outer robe, unbuckled his slacks, and slipped his cock free.
He eyed her restraints, weighing his options; she might still resist him, but the position she was in now might cause her unnecessary duress. He might be immoral for lusting after his wife even in her current state, but he wasn’t a monster. Mind made up, he summoned a pillow and vanished the ropes with a careless wave of his free hand.
The girl’s eyes widened at the kind gesture before filling with fear as her eyes dropped to his thick member. Harry lovingly brushed back her sweat-slicked hair and mumbled reassurances as he coated his cock with a generous handful of conjured lube.
“You need to be good for just a little bit longer, okay baby girl?” he said, settling himself above her. In that moment, it struck him just how small and vulnerable she seemed. He was hulking and brutish in comparison with her delicate frame. More to himself this time, he repeated, “Just a little bit longer.”
She whimpered but held still as he lined up the head of his cock between her sticky thighs.
Poised at her entrance, he looked deep into those perfect blue eyes and silently prayed that this would work. That this hadn’t all been for nothing.
Harry thrust in slowly, terrified to hurt her, but in her post-orgasmic state, her body was relaxed enough to accept the first bit of his length easily. He pulled back fractionally before thrusting forward, feeling himself sink even further inside. There was some resistance at first—he dimly registered her winces of pain—but between his preparations and the copious amounts of lube, he was startled at how quickly she was able to take all of him.
He sheathed himself fully inside her and paused, tears welling up as he looked down at his precious wife. Impulsively, he stooped to drop a kiss onto her parted lips. Luna held perfectly still, and her lack of participation irritated him to no end. Harry licked into her mouth, wanting to get a reaction out of her, and was rewarded with a hesitant flick of her tongue against his. Without pulling away, he resumed his gentle thrusts, her small mouth swallowing up his moans as her channel was achingly tight in this position.
His cock felt as if it were being strangled, and he sensed that he wouldn’t last much longer. Breaking off the kiss, he grabbed her by the waist and began fucking the girl in earnest. Each snap of his hips rattled the table, and she somehow knew to wrap her legs around his lower back. It was obscene how perfectly they fit together, and for a moment, Harry had the wild thought that he wished Luna could stay like this forever.
A wave of magic flooded the room, spurring him on. He bore down and fucked her with wild abandon, rutting like an animal in heat. Burying himself within her one last time, he tossed his head back in ecstasy, coating her insides with ropes of cum as he cried out his beloved’s name.
Suddenly exhausted, Harry sagged against the table, careful to balance himself with his hands on either side of her so as to not crush the girl. Sucking in large gulps of air, he absentmindedly admired the soft swell of her belly, filled as it was with his cock and seed.
“H-harry?”
The bewilderment in her voice immediately caught his attention, and he dragged his gaze up to meet hers. There was something different about her expression: no longer guarded and wary, fear had given way to confusion and curiosity.
“Luna? Is that you, baby girl?” He held his breath, hardly daring to believe that his ludicrous plan had worked.
“I, I think so,” she said haltingly. A slow smile spread across her face, the familiar expression sending his heart racing. “Oh, well-done love. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to find me.”
Harry gathered her up into his arms and held her closely, uncaring that they were both dripping with various fluids.
With tears in his eyes, he placed a kiss atop her blond head.
“Oh, baby girl, I’d follow you anywhere, you know this.”
“I remember sweetheart. I remember…”
*****
Over the next few days, they attempted to restore Luna’s older body, but any ageing potions they tried were only temporary, and the timeline was severely skewed without Luna’s presence in Harry’s childhood. They soon came to the conclusion that Luna needed to be returned back to the day she had disappeared. Only this time, Harry would be coming with her.
And so, every night, when Luna retired to her bedroom, Harry would sneak in and make love to his tiny wife, staying with her until the wee hours of the morning. If her parents had ever caught him, he would have been sent straight to Azkaban for fucking who they thought was their little girl.
It was equal parts thrilling and torturous to live out their lives in such a precarious balance, but for Harry, it was worth every possible cost. He’d already lost her once, and he wasn’t willing to lose her again.