Harry Potter sat in his new classroom waiting for his first day to start, feeling excited and worried simultaneously. His Aunt Petunia had warned him to not cause any trouble and to show exemplary behavior, she had even gotten him some new clothes.
She had handed them to him yesterday, after mentioning that his behavior ever since Marge's visit had been what she 'expected of someone like him'. Harry had happily donned the plain but fitting new clothes and vowed he would bring home no trouble.
The real reason for the clothes was a bit more obvious, Petunia did not wish for anyone at the school to snoop around about Harry's life at home. Running around in Dudley's oversized clothes would've instantly pulled attention but the freak really had no need of knowing such things.
The class suddenly quieted down as a tall woman in a skirt suit stepped into the room. She had an impressive presence, reminding Harry about those 'nobles' his Aunt would gush about on the TV.
She wore shoes with a bit of heel, combining comfort and class and further accentuating her long stocking clad legs that disappeared under her tight light grey business skirt.
This was followed by a classical hourglass figure, highlighted by the tight-fitting suit which was open at her neck, framing a regal looking face with long brown curls and dark eyes that seemed to ooze self-confidence.
"Good morning class, my name is Jennifer Brown and I will be your teacher for the foreseeable future."
Andromeda Tonks' dark eyes surveyed the class as they responded to her greeting. The cover name was an obvious necessity, having a former Black sister teaching at a muggle school would send signals to anyone who was smart enough to look for it and Dumbledore was adamant that she not calls attention to herself, and by proxy, Harry.
Finding the Potter child in the classroom was easy; she was surprised how much he looked like a little James. The only exception was the eyes, he had inherited Lily's emeralds and they were focused solely on her.
She let a small chuckle escape, he had no idea just how much attention he would be getting from girls later, James had been very popular during his Hogwarts years and she was not the only one who had nursed a crush on him.
Turning her attention back to the class she started her speech about what they were to expect for the following school year, while writing down highlights on the blackboard.
Harry turned out to be an extremely courteous boy, obedient and polite at all times, if a little quiet. Deciding to take heed of Dumbledore's advice of trying to make contact with him she spoke up as the bell rang after the final class,
"Mister Potter, please stay in class."
"Am I in trouble Miss Brown?"
She was surprised to hear his voice shake slightly and he seemed genuinely worried.
"No, no such thing, I merely wish to speak to you" She added with a warm smile.
Clearly relieved the boy nodded and waited until the rest of the class had filed out. She told him she was merely interested in talking to all the students individually, a white lie of course, she had little interest in the rest of the children, but it seemed to placate the boy.
They spoke about nonsensical things, like if Harry enjoyed her teachings and the school in general, what his plans for the future were and such. She told him to call her Jennifer and called him Harry in return and the boy soon relaxed in her company, her plan to keep it informal and light-hearted working well.
"Well Harry, I really enjoyed talking to you and hope we can do this in the future."
Seeing him nod she continued,
"You should probably get going now, I still have paperwork to do and it seems this teaching job will be more stressful than I expected."
Something in his posture shifted as she said that and he turned his eyes towards to floor,
"Are you, err, stressed, Miss Brown?"
There was something strange about his tone of voice and posture, he looked like a dog told to sit yet his voice sounded…expectant. Dismissing the thought from her mind she merely sent him off, watching him scurry out the door as soon as words left her lips.
Yet she didn't think it was because he wanted to leave the room, merely that he obeyed her words instantly.
Andromeda sighed and was about sit down when she noticed he had forgotten his bag in his hurry to leave. Deciding she could use a breath of fresh air after spending the entire day in the stuffy building she grabbed the bag and headed towards Privet Drive, planning to enjoy the walk instead of simply apparating.
As she walked past a construction site her toned calves and the tight skirt hugging her shapely butt drew a fair number of whistles. Andromeda didn't usually mind the attention; she was proud of her looks yet she didn't feel like dealing with bothersome muggles right now.
When she turned the corner, she applied a quick powerful notice me not charm on herself, enjoying the way the muggles eyes slid right over her form without showing any sign of seeing her.
A short walk later she reached the Dursley household, admiring the absolutely spotless garden that framed the house, someone had obviously put a lot of time into maintaining it.
Just as her hand was about to ring the bell, she caught something in one of the windows, the curtains had not been closed properly and she had a perfect view of the living room.
What a view it was, sitting on the sofa was obviously Mrs Dursley and kneeling in front of her was none other than Harry Potter.
Mrs Dursley's skirt was hiked up, her panties were lying on the floor and her legs were spread wide, while she had her hand tousled in Potter's hair, clearly encouraging his work. Was he actually using his mouth?
Andromeda stood absolutely spellbound watching the spectacle; the thought of oral sex had never even crossed her mind. She was raised as a future Black bride in a strict household, sex before marriage simply didn't exist and any talk about sex was prohibited.
She briefly panicked thinking the Dursley woman had to have spotted her, until she remembered the notice me not charm was still active.
She found herself unable to tear her eyes from scene, watching the woman moan and writhe on the sofa while grinding her hips against the young boy; he was clearly very good at pleasing her.
Andromeda found herself unable to resist thinking what it might feel like when she saw the woman shake in an obviously strong orgasm; Ted had never given her anything like that. Hell, she didn't even know such a thing existed.
Using a quick silencing and unlocking charm she slipped the school bag into the house, letting the boy think he had left it at the door. As she tried to compose her thoughts, she was surprised to find her lace panties damp, the scene had affected her more than she thought.
Fumbling out a hasty cleaning charm she tried to ignore the heat in her groin and the pretty blush covering her cheeks, quickly turning away from the house.
Andromeda walked slowly back towards the school, weighing her options. Speaking to Dumbledore would most likely achieve very little, he seemed adamant to keep the boy at the Dursleys' at any cost, even going as far as stopping Molly Weasley from adopting him when she offered.
The Weasleys had Dumbledore's' full confidence so he clearly had ulterior motives for keeping him there.
In fact, the most probably result of her tattling would be a string of obliviates and possibly a few charms, as unlike the rest of the wizarding world Andromeda was under no illusions, one does not survive as the leader of the wizengamot, the most corrupt and dangerous political ground, for several decades, by being a benign, kind old grandfather.
Now she didn't consider him evil, she simply didn't buy into the whole harmless-old-man facade.
Contacting the police or social services would no doubt lead to the same results, and if she personally approached Mrs. Dursley that would reveal her real identity as a witch.
Dumbledore had promised Mrs. Dursley to leave her in peace until Harry turned eleven and using any spells inside the Dursley property was out of the question because of the wards. Dumbledore was no doubt monitoring those closely.
Left in a quandary Andromeda started considering other options, like the fact that she knew that the young Potter was also the future Lord Black. Sirius Black had used her husband's firm to form the will and it was recorded in Gringotts only days before his incarceration, making Harry Potter the successor to the house of Black.
She had always found that a bit strange, but attributed it to either Sirius paying penance for his sins or attempting to establish an alibi by naming the son of the family he betrayed as the heir. It's not like he would have been thrown in Azkaban if he wasn't guilty.
While she didn't usually let it show, losing her position as a member of the Black family had stung her sense of pride severely.
When she entered any shop in Diagon Alley under the name of Black she was pampered and treated with utmost respect, yet when only days later she entered under the name Tonks she had been sneered at and placed last in the line behind various purebloods. Complaining only brought a scoff from the shop keepers, leaving her extremely annoyed.
Dining with Narcissa a few years back had only rankled her more; the waitress had practically kneeled in front of the Malfoy matriarch while treating her as pond scum.
The small smirk on Narcissa's lips, signaling that she knew it bothered her, only made it so much worse. Even her crazy older sister Bellatrix got more respect than her, simply because of her last name.
Pushing away her annoyance for now she started planning. Mrs. Dursley was clearly raising the child as extremely obedient, something she was very familiar with after her childhood. Slowly the thought of having an obedient Lord Black at her beck and call became more and more enticing.
She could have him reinstate her in the family and being the personal friend of not only the Boy-Who-Lived but the Lord Potter and Black would skyrocket her social standing back to where it was, muggleborn husband or no.
Should he find politics bothersome she could even offer to 'shoulder his burden' in the form of voting for him by proxy. She also considered her daughter, Nymphadora, who was already fascinated with the Aurors. A career in the Ministry under the name of Black would be far different from a career under the name of Tonks.
She didn't even notice her sensual smile forming as her plans came together, Andromeda Tonks, no, Andromeda Black was going to return to the wizarding world as a queen.