Author's Note: I posted this story a few years ago under my old pen name, but later deleted it. Now I'm posting it again.


Harry knew that he should feel bad for Malfoy since he just lost his father, but he wasn't making it easy. The arrogant tosspot did nothing but complain and cast curses on his new roommate, the Squib-Who-Lived. Sure he was grieving, but did he have to so rude about it?

Even worse was the fact that today was Harry's thirteenth birthday, but in the current chaos everyone had forgotten about it. Well, almost everyone had forgotten about it. Su, Hermione, and Padma had sent him letters and presents (translation: books) from around the world. On the negative side Tonks also remembered his birthday, and her idea of a present was to conduct their nightly Metamorphmagus and Occlumency lessons in the nude.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," the evil witch said as she got undressed. "This is a lesson on changing the shape of your entire body, so we have to be naked."

"Sure we do," Harry muttered as he got yet another erection.

The damn thing kept going up and down, and then back up again. To be fair Tonks was teaching him a lot about being a Metamorphmagus, and as with his Animagus training Harry was progressing at a rapid pace. He wasn't at the Auror's skill level, but he was getting close and this was after only a few weeks of training. In return for these lessons Harry was helping Tonks master her Occlumency. She had learned the basics during her Auror training, but she was still no match for the unnatural strength of his Legilimency.

It was during his Legilimency probes that Harry learned the reason behind Tonks' outrageous behavior. It seems as if the three little witches had pissed her off with their snide comments, and flirting with their boyfriend was simply a form of revenge. To be fair the Metamorphmagus also knew that Harry enjoyed her teasing, and she believed the he deserved a little fun in his life. She was right—no teenage boy would ever passed up an opportunity to see a naked woman in the flesh. Being around Harry was also making Tonks horny all the time, but he didn't want to think about what was causing that reaction.

"Don't try to force your muscles into changing all at once. Let the extra mass flow in a steady progression," Tonks said as the perfect curve of her lovely bottom began to balloon outwards. "If you push the changes too quickly you get things like this."

Her new balloon-like bottom suddenly deflated, and her skin began to sag down in a most unattractive fashion. Seeing this quickly killed his latest erection. Harry had complained to Tonks earlier about this up-an-down cycle, but she claimed that a good Metamorphmagus should be able to control every part of his body. That was easy for her to say. She was a bloody girl.

"Now you give it a try, and really stretch yourself this time."

Who should he change into tonight? The Hogwarts Groundskeeper Hagrid was the largest person he had ever met, so he seemed like a sensible model. "How is this?" Harry asked after five minutes of steadily increasing his mass and height and body hair.

"You are so good at this," Tonks whined as she stomped her foot against the floor. "I hate you."

"Do you know what I hate?" Harry/Hagrid asked. "I hate it when I see you cast a Stunner or a Shield Charm or even a simple Wingardium Leviosa. I will never be able to cast any of those spells, so maybe you should stop bitching about the fact that my Metamorphmagus skills are better than yours."

That rant definitely killed this latest erection. Slowly his huge and hairy muscles began to disappear, and he returned to being a skinny thirteen year-old boy. That amount of body morphing took a lot out of him, and he dropped to the floor.

"I'm sorry," Tonks said as she sat down beside him. Still naked. "It's just that you are so good at this, and you are even better than my Auror instructors at both Occlumency and Legilimency. Plus you can change into a bloody unicorn. Sometimes I forget how much trouble you have with a wand."

Harry really didn't want her pity, so he tried to change the subject. "Are you going with us tomorrow to the reading of Lucius Malfoy's will at Gringotts?"

"Yeah, Amelia Bones wants me to come along as extra security. I will be undercover though, so you won't see me."

"I will just look for the biggest klutz in the crowd, and that will be you," Harry joked. "Look, I know I shouldn't ask this question, but why did Bianca Zabini kill Malfoy the Elder if Malfoy the Younger is just going to inherit everything tomorrow?"

"My cousin Draco is only thirteen like you, and that means he won't come of age for almost four years. Now that Lucius is gone, that bitch Zabini thinks she will be able to steal the entire Malfoy fortune away from him."

"Is she right?"

"It depends on what is in Uncle Lucius' will. How much power did he grant to his new wife, and how well-protected is Draco legally? I don't know, but the Goblins sure do," Tonks said. "How are your three witches doing without you?"

"Hermione's letter was so long that the poor owl could barely fly, but her tour of Africa does sound like it has been good for her. She misses her parents while she's at Hogwarts, so she loves spending all this time traveling with them. Padma spent this summer in India learning how to be a proper house-witch, and she says if she doesn't get back to Hogwarts soon she is going to kill her mother and her sister Parvati. Su has learned more about dueling from her brothers and step-brothers in China, and she's looking forward to cursing you."

"She is welcome to try," Tonks said dryly.

Harry let out a deep sigh. "I miss them so much. They have such soft hands."

"From the way that little Harry is standing at attention, I can imagine. If you don't take care of that soon you are going to explode."

"Shut up!"

"I'm feeling a bit randy myself. It is your birthday, and what is a little wanking among fellow Metamorphmagi?" Tonks said as she reached down between her legs and began to rub. "But no touching the other person though."

By now Harry knew for sure that his Charisma was causing Tonks' intense physical reaction, but he was too far gone to care. This was even better than watching Cissy and Amelia at night from underneath his Invisibility Cloak.


The next morning Harry's surrogate family walked the short distance from their home in Soho to Diagon Alley, and Draco complained the entire time. "Why can't we use the Floo, and why is the Squib coming with us?"

"Draco, this is going to be difficult enough as it is. Please just try to keep a civil tongue for once in your life," Cissy snapped. She looked terrible this morning, and Harry was concerned about her health even if her own son wasn't.

"Welcome to Gringotts," a particularly ugly Goblin said to them as they arrived at the bank. "Please come this way."

Their group was led to what Amelia claimed was the largest room in all of Gringotts. It was similar in appearance to a muggle theater, and the rows of seats were full of wizards, witches, and quite a few goblins. Bianca Zabini and her son Blaise were already sitting at a large conference table in the center of the room. She seemed awful cheerful for a grieving widow.

"I say we kill the bitch now," Draco snarled when he saw her.

Officially Lucius had been killed by a rogue cockatrice... in his own garden... while he was drinking a cup of tea. At the exact same moment his wife Bianca was having lunch at the most expensive restaurant in Diagon Alley, surrounded by three dozen witness. Unofficially everyone wizard and witch in the United Kingdom knew she was responsible for the death of her new husband, even if there wasn't any hard evidence linking her to the crime.

Cissy quickly grabbed her son by the arm. "Listen to me very careful. Even if you could kill Bianca Zabini—and there is no chance of that happening—it would just earn you a trip straight to Azkaban. That hellish place ended up killing your Aunt Bellatrix, and you Draco Malfoy don't have a fraction of her strength or willpower. So today you will sit there with your mouth shut, and do absolutely nothing. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, mother."

"Amelia, why are there so many people here?" Harry asked as Cissy wrapped her son in a tight embrace.

"Muggle have their television programs. Purebloods have their dynastic intrigue."

The reading of the will itself was very confusing for a non-pureblood like Harry. He knew some of the legal terms used by the muggles out in the real world, but the magical legal system was very different. More than half of it was in Latin, a language he still couldn't read or speak. Where was Hermione when he needed her? Whatever the Goblin was saying it didn't look good, because that evil smirk never once left Bianca Zabini's face.

"I have a point of order," Cissy said when the Goblin mentioned Draco's name for the first time. "According to the Wizengamot's interpretation of salic law my son is still technically a Black, and therefore his guardianship is determined by fortes soli superant."

"Cissy, no!" Amelia shouted as the room than erupted with shouts of surprise and disbelief.

"Wotcher," a grandmother sitting in the row behind them whispered in Harry's ear.

"Tonks? Do you understand any of this?"

"Kind of. According to the ancient traditions of the Black family a strong wizard or witch can seize the guardianship of a Black child from a parent they believe is too weak to defend that child. I don't know what kind of game Aunt Cissy is playing at, but she's in deep shite."

"She just challenged Bianca Zabini to a duel over who gets Draco?" Harry asked as he saw Amelia begin to cry as she argued with Cissy. He also noticed that the goblins were starting to take bets.

"I think so, but there is no way she can beat Zabini," Tonks said. "That witch is sadistic during her duels, and she will inflict some serious punishment on Aunt Cissy before she ends the challenge."

Harry couldn't believe they were going to have a trial by combat in this day and age, but everyone was acting as if it was perfectly normal. A space was cleared in the middle of the room, and wards were set-up to protect the audience. He wanted to go over and talk to Cissy, but she was still holding Draco tightly in her arms and it seemed wrong to interrupt them. Finally the two witches were left alone on the makeshift dueling platform.

"What is going on?" Harry asked Amelia, who was still crying.

"I will explain everything later on. Now be quiet."

Duels were weird. After a set of elaborate bows, Bianca and Cissy began exchanging spells. To Harry it looked less like a fight, and more like a formal dance. Their movements were so precise and artificial. He'd been cursed a lot by the wizards up at Hogwarts, and those encounters looked nothing like this.

Tonks was right though: Cissy was way out of her league. His guardian knew all the dance steps and performed them correctly, but she lacked any creativity or flair. Bianca Zabini on the other hand had plenty of flair. Her movements were blindingly fast, but still graceful.

They were also cruel. The dark-skinned witch had no problem sidestepping Cissy's spells and curses, so she didn't have to use a Shield Charm. That left her free to go on the offensive, but instead of finishing off her opponent she toyed with her like a cat with a rat. Cissy's beautiful face was soon marred by several nasty cuts and welts. She tried to fight back, but her spells weren't nearly quick enough. Bianca didn't want to just beat Cissy, she wanted to humiliate her. Tonks was right again: the witch was a sadist.

The crowd could see what was happening, and they began to grow restless. "Finish it!" several witches yelled. That is when it happened. Bianca caught Cissy with a powerful curse to the shoulder that dropped her to the floor.

"Do you conceded now?"

Harry had grown very fond of Cissy in the short time they had lived together, so he was watching her closely, hoping to see that she was alright. Instead of replying to Bianca's question or trying to get up, he saw Cissy deliberately place the tip of her wand against her chest. Her body then began to convulse violently. After a few seconds she went still, and a Goblin healer rushed on to the dueling platform to check her injuries.

"Narcissa Black's heart was destroyed by a Reductor Curse," the Goblin said. "This challenge is official over."


When the angry crowd of purebloods heard this news they rushed out of their seats, and seized Bianca with their bare hands. Her wand was snapped on the spot, and she dragged to the Ministry of Magic by her hair to stand trial for murder. This was meant to be a duel, not an execution. According to Tonks everyone was furious that Bianca had killed Lucius and Narcissa, two very respected purebloods. And now that Draco's parents were dead, everyone knew she was going to kill the boy too. The purebloods collectively decided that this kind of behavior was no longer acceptable. It was time to be rid of this gold-digging whore once and for all.

The trial before the Wizengamot was a farce. There were no questions to determine Bianca's guilt or innocence, just a steady stream of insults. The verdict was unanimous, and there was even talk of feeding her to a cockatrice just as she had done to Lucius. Amelia put an end to all of that by placing her wand against the witch's chest and destroyed her heart with a Reducto Curse.

A few hours later Andromeda Tonks joined her daughter and Harry in Amelia's office. Draco was lying on the couch behind a Privacy Ward where he had cried himself to sleep. Mrs Tonks was now their legal guardian, a situation which she obviously found overwhelming.

"I don't understand how any of this happened. Didn't you try to stop her?"

"Of course I tried to stop her!" Amelia shouted. "But Cissy was convinced that her foolish plot was the only way to keep Draco alive."

"What are you talking about?" Andromeda asked.

"Cissy know she couldn't beat Zabini in a fair duel, so she sacrificed herself knowing how negatively the Wizengamot would react to her murder. She was convinced that Zabini would never gain custody of Draco after killing both of his parents. I told her we could find another legal way to keep her son safe, but she wouldn't listen to me. You damn Slytherins and your damn plots."

Andromeda looked away, as if she couldn't bear to hear anymore of this. "Ted and I can't look after two teenage boys. We just don't have the resources or the time."

"Yes, you do," Amelia shot back. "Because we are all moving into Malfoy Manor together."

"Who exactly is we?" Harry asked quietly.

"You and young Draco. All three of the Tonks, and all four of the Bones," Amelia replied. "We will have plenty of room there, and Lucius spent a fortune on the wards so we'll be safe."

"I don't know if Ted will agree to that," Andromeda said.

"Cissy just gave her life for the sake of that spoiled brat. You will honor your sister's sacrifice by looking after him and Harry Potter for the next four years, or I will kill you myself and find a guardian who will," Amelia snarled.


"Did you attend the funeral?" Hermione asked as the four Ravenclaws moved towards the back of the Hogwarts Express looking for an empty compartment. "What was it like?"

"Granger, stop being so insensitive," Su snapped.

"What? I've never been to a magical funeral before, and I want to know if it's different from a muggle funeral."

"Amelia wouldn't let me go," Harry told them. "She thought the Death Eaters who were planning to attend Cissy's funeral might try to assassinate me."

"She sounds like a smart witch to me," Su said. "So Susan Bones is now living at Malfoy Manor with you, but she was a crush on Draco Malfoy of all people? That cow has no taste in wizards."

"For the last time, Susan is not a fat cow. Why are you so mean to other girls?"

"I found one," Padma said from up ahead.

Once the door was closed the witches reached into their robes and began pulling out what looked like small rune stones. They placed these stones around the perimeter of the compartment in a specific pattern. Suddenly a burst of magic filled the small space. It left Harry dazed and confused—and also with an intense erection. Even more intense than the ones Tonks gave him, if that was possible. While Hermione and Padma began setting up a small silver cauldron, Su started to take off her robes.

"Please understand that I'm very happy to see you again after being apart all summer, but what are you doing?" Harry asked. The strange magic was making it difficult for him to think clearly. "And what are those stones doing to me?"

"Potter, just get undressed," Su said.

"OK."

It was soon obvious that the girls had decided to move beyond the heavy petting stage they were at last spring. Before Harry knew that was happening he was about to take Su's virginity, but he pulled up short. "Are you sure you want to do this on the Hogwarts Express? I know this isn't how I imagined our first time together."

"Potter, just get on with it."

"OK."

In less than an hour Harry had repeated this process with both Hermione and Padma, and the experience was really freaking him out. But that was nothing compared to when he saw Hermione collect the blood from Padma's thighs. When he remembered that the other two girls had done the same thing. They had just collected the blood of three virgins, and now they were pouring that blood into the silver cauldron. That's when he started to tremble uncontrollably.

"What is going on?" Harry asked in a panicked voice.

Su pulled out a small vial, and emptied it into the cauldron. "The blood of a dragon."

Hermione did the same. "The blood of a troll."

"The blood of a giant," Padma added.

Harry finally came to his senses, and began sending his Charisma into the three young witches. "I don't know what you are doing, but please stop." His magic had no effect on them at all, and instead only made them more determined.

"This is for the best. I swear it will only protect you," Su said as Padma and Hermione used their wands to bind him to the floor of the compartment. Su then pinched his nose shut, and poured the unknown potion down his throat.