Nymphadora's Beau Chapter 4
Deep in the night Harry woke up from a feeling he had never felt before. He was hard as a rock – well that wasn't exactly new, but the other feeling was – he was not alone in bed, and in fact felt his arm was trapped under another person's body... a very female person's body. Where exactly was his right hand, and why was it so warm and soft on his knee... Harry took in a deep breath as he realised exactly how he was positioned, or better said, how Nym was draped over him. Slowly he tried to move away from her.
"Harry... please... don't move yet," Nym's voice came from beside him. Her voice was husky, and she grunted slowly. Harry realised she was moving against him.
"Nym! What are you doing?" Harry half whispered, half spoke.
Nym didn't reply directly, but her grunts and soft moans increased in pace, until she grunted even louder, and Harry felt her shudder. He, too, went over the edge at that.
"Sleep, baby," Nym whispered a little later. She had finally moved off his leg, and now half spooned him. He felt her breasts against his back.
"I... I need to visit the bathroom," Harry said after a moment's pause, then inhaled sharply as a soft hand touched his boxers and gently felt around.
Nym let out a giggle, "is that because of me? I'll take care of it..."
Somehow keeping her hand in place, Nym twisted her torso a bit.
"Evanesco," he heard her say the cleaning charm, and with a slight shock realised that not just the mess, but his whole boxers were gone.
"Nym!" Harry breathed, shuddering as her hand came into contact with is most sensitive spot... and gave it a very gentle touch.
"Sleep, hero... we can have more fun later," Nym giggled.
"I can't sleep like this!"
"Do... do you want me to help you?" Nym's voice sounded different. "Or... do you... want to... do it?"
Harry breathed in sharply, as her soft hand ran up and down.
"I... Nym I never..."
"Ssssh baby... leave it all to me..." Nym kissed him deeply, moving her body onto his. As her hair framed his face, Harry felt no more need to talk after that.
–-
"I thought I'd feel different, you know?" Harry said to no-one in particular as he took in his room. It was early in he morning, and the July sun was doing its best to warm up the area. It looked to be a hot day. Vaguely Harry recalled hearing on the weather service that July could be record-breaking warm this year if the temperatures kept rising as they had.
"Mmm? Did you say something hero?" Nym was standing near the window, naked as the day she was born, and was looking outside while stretching a bit. For a moment Harry lost his train of thought as he watched her shapely legs and bum. She looked different this morning, her facial structure was the same, but her hair had changed from a pink pixie cut to shoulder-length dark hair. As she turned to face him his gaze spotted to the neat little triangle topping the junction of her legs. Harry felt his face flush.
"After last night, I mean. I thought... I'd feel it somehow," he voiced his thoughts.
"You were great baby," Nym stepped away from the window, a wide smile on her face. "I am so happy this morning, I could sing."
Harry blushed. "Yeah... well yeah, I am happy, but still..."
"Silly man," she bopped him on the head softly. "We should get dressed, then we can grab a bite to eat in London before Bonesy expects us."
"We have time, don't we?" Harry said in playful tone, and his grabbing hands managed to pull her on the bed with him.
"Haaaa reeee..." Nym mock-protested, but Harry soon had her on the covers fully. 'Thank Merlin for teenage stamina!' she thought as she let him push her down.
–-
"I could watch that all day," Harry said in a soft tone as he watched Nym bend over to pick up her clothes from last night.
'Tonksie, you got laid, you got laid good!' Humming a happy tune, Nym picked up her shirt and pants, and sat on the foot end of the bed – out of reach of those inviting, grabby arms, and began to put on her shirt.
"Hey Nym, I was meaning to ask... you look different this morning." Harry was making no move to get dressed, content with watching her.
"Oh, I guess I do at that," Nym shrugged. "You know what a metamorphmagus is hero?"
"Not really."
"Erm, well... I'm a natural shape shifter. I can change most things about my appearance if I concentrate, although I usually just change the hair like this, see?"
Her luscious black locks disappeared in her skull, and in its place came the pink pixie cut from the day before. Harry sighed a bit, the short cut did fit her, but he loved the way the longer hair had framed her face.
"I can also change the size of these," she lifted up her breasts, making them just a bit bigger as she held them, "and play a little with my height. Too many changes are hard to hold though, so I usually just do the hair and Quaffles."
"Quaffles? Oh!" Harry blushed as he realised what she meant.
"Harry, have you seen my knickers?" Nym looked under the bed, not seeing them on the floor.
Harry held them up with a grin, "Maybe. But you'll have to come here to get them."
"You're not getting me in your bed again mister! Keep them them, souvenir from your first time." Nym winked, and began to wiggle into her tight pants. "I'll just go without for today.
"Now get washed up and dress lover boy, thanks to you we don't have much time left!" Giggling, she went downstairs and searched the kitchen for coffee, but none was to be found.
"Heathens, these Dursleys," she commented out loud.
"Oi Potter, if you don't get your scrawny arse downstairs right now, I'm coming to get ya!" she yelled up a bit later. The shower had stopped running, so Harry was obviously ready.
"Coming, coming!" Harry yelled back. "Or maybe I shouldn't, what are you gonna do to me?" A playful tone entered his voice.
"How would you like a disguise Harry?" Nym yelled back up. "Platinum blonde, like a twin to Malfoy?"
"Evil witch!" Harry ran down the stairs, finding Nym standing there smirking.
"Yes, but your evil witch, ya goof," Nym gave him a quick peck. "Got your wand?"
Harry nodded, padding his back pocket.
"Idiot," Tonks said in a soft tone. "Never carry it there, what if you fall and break it? Here, hold out your arm."
She took out a small strip of leather from one of her pockets, and placed it against his arm, then put her wand tip against it. "Erm, let me see... Engorgio," Nym spoke. The leather expanded, and guided by her magic became a kind of holster.
"Put your wand in there. This should hold for a few hours, after we get done at the Ministry you can get a real one from Ollivanders. You can get me a gift from Belinda's Baubles while we're there, you're my rich little boy toy after all."
"Should get you a gag for that mouth of yours," Harry muttered, but there was no anger in it. Nym heard it, tittered, and embraced him.
"Don't get any ideas mister, this is simply because you never apparated before, I think," she told him, then Harry felt the most awful sensation as if his entire body was being crushed in a tube, it briefly went dark, and when next they appeared they were in a great underground hall, with fireplaces on all the walls.
"Looking a little green there hero, you okay?" Nym looked at him carefully.
Harry had to hold back the bile rising up in his throat. "Is... is every magical way of transportation so... unpleasant?"
Nym laughed again, "You'll get used to it. Kudos for not spewing hero, most people do the first time they are side-along apparated.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic," she said, doing a mock curtsy. "We're in the atrium now, that's where everyone enters, either by floo," she indicated the fireplaces through which indeed people were arriving in a steady pace, "with the lift," she indicated the back wall, where a shaft rose up out of sight, "or by apparition, as we did."
"Looks... impressive."
"Does, doesn't it? Now normally you'd have to check in with a guard, but since I'm a super awesome Auror, you get to come with me without all the hassle," Nym smiled, taking his right hand in her left and pulling him towards the far wall.
"Wotcher Walton," Nym greeted a guard who was sitting there.
"Hello Tonks," Walton Fitzroy greeted her. He was looking around a bit nervously. "Err... seen any owls about?"
"Not in here," Tonks shrugged. "Harry here's with me, okay?"
"Sure, sure," Walton nodded. "You know the way. Sure you've not seen any owls?"
Nym walked past him, pulling Harry with her into the lift that arrived as soon as they got there. "Walt's a bit... unique," she explained to Harry. "Good man though." Harry just shrugged.
–-
"And here's where I sit when Bonesy makes me fill out boring paperwork," Nym explained to Harry, as she guided him through the Auror Department.
"Ahem," someone cleared her throat theatrically. Nym turned around, and sheepishly said: "Err, wotcher, Madam Bones."
"Morning Auror Tonks," Bones said in a dry tone. "And Mr Potter, pleasure to meet you," she added.
"Pleasure, ma'am," Harry spoke. Despite how intimidating the woman was, nothing could ruin the great mood he had woken up with.
"As you'll have guessed, I am Madam Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. You may call me Madam Bones, or Madam Director. Let's not use 'Bonesy," she glared at Nym, who had the good sense to flinch.
"I wouldn't normally get involved in a case like yours, but someone sent an owl directly to me about it," another glare at Nym, who tried to half hide behind Harry, "and I agree that the case is a weird one. Now that we're all here, let's go up to Madam Hopkirk's office," she waved back to the lifts, and followed Nym and Harry into a car.
Going up the one floor took little time, and she preceded them through the hallway to the Improper Use of Magic Office. "To your right is the office of the Minister," she clarified for Harry's sake, as they took a left. "And here we are, the IUM." Bones knocked on the door, and stepped through at a yelled "enter!"
Mafalda Hopkirk was a small witch, with scattered grey hair. She looked to be very nervous in the presence of Madam Bones.
"Oh, Madam Bones! I have been investigating the Tracker all day yesterday following your report, but I just can't find the error!"
She spotted Nym and Harry, "Merlin! It's Harry Potter!"
Harry was flummoxed as the wispy witch rushed towards him, and began shaking his hand. "I am so sorry Mister Potter, just doing my job you see, it's an honour to meet you do, I never believed all the articles in the Prophet, will you sign my copy of 'Harry Potter and the Smallest Giant'? It's for my niece you see, she is a huge fan, and –"
Madam Bones scraped her throat, and Madam Hopkirk sheepishly dropped Harry's arm. "Right, sorry about that Mister Potter. Erm, may I have your wand?"
Harry looked to Nym who nodded, and he took it out of the holster.
"Auror style holster Mister Potter?" Madam Bones nodded approvingly. "Good to see at least some students know not to keep it in their back pockets. My Susan still does."
Nym stifled a snigger, which Bones ignored.
"Well Mafalda?"
Harry changed his attention to the small witch, who had stuck Harry's wand into a slot in front of a large crystal, and was frowning.
"I don't understand Madam Bones, the trace is on there as it should, set to expire on July 31st of 1997. Everything appears to be in order."
"Hand Mister Potter his wand back," Bones suggested, then, "Mister Potter, please cast any spell."
Harry held out his wand and clearly spoke: "Orchideous!" A bouquet of roses appeared at the tip, which Harry caught, and handed over to Nym without a word. Madam Bones raised the eyebrow of her left eye, the one without a monocle, but didn't further comment.
"Well Mafalda?"
"Checking," Madam Hopkirk put her wand on the crystal, and intoned, "Report Potter, Harry James."
Nothing happened. "Most strange," Madam Bones commented. "Auror Tonks, please side-along Mister Potter to his home, and have him cast another spell, then return here. I'm granting you permission to apparate directly to this office."
"Yes madam," Nym nodded. "Harry? Take my hand." Harry took her hand (back, he had let go to cast the spell), and they popped away, re-appearing in the Dursley living room.
"That went a little better," Harry looked somewhat less green than when they had apparated to the atrium.
"Told ya you'd get used to it," Nym answered him, then scoffed him on the head. "Ya goof! Are you trying to get us caught?"
None too intelligently, Harry replied: "Huh?"
Nym placed the roses on the table next to them, "Roses Harry? Very romantic, but hardly the time or place. Now cast something else, so we can get back."
"Aguamenti," Harry said with a smirk, causing a spray of water to make Nym's shirt translucent.
"Horndog," Nym grinned. "Exsicco," she cast the drought charm on her shirt making it normal again, and hugged Harry to her. With another crack, they re-appeared in the IUM office.
"Report Potter, Harry James," Madam Hopkirk put her wand on the crystal again, and this time two lines of text appeared in red.
"Let's see, you cast the Water-Making Spell followed by a Drought Charm, correct Mister Potter?" Madam Hopkirk read out.
"Erm... no madam," Harry carefully said. "I cast the Water-Making Spell, but Tonks here did the charm."
"What?" Madam Bones rushed closer, "Auror, give me a Wand History."
Nym cast "Prior Incantato," and ghostly images of the last few spells appeared: a Drought Charm, the Engorgement Charm from earlier that morning, the Vanishing Charm, and she dropped the spell.
"You as well Mister Potter, same incantation," Madam Bones instructed him. Harry focused, and cast. Out came the Water-Making Spell, followed by a long pause, and then finally the Pimple Jinx Furnunculus.
"Erm... we were fooling around a bit on the Hogwarts Express," Harry tried to justify it as the dropped the spell.
"That's quite all right Mister Potter, we were all young once," Madam Bones smirked. "Well it's obvious your trace has been tampered with, it's not reporting your wand at all, and is instead reporting all magic cast at your home as yours! In light of this evidence, I am inclined to believe your claim about that House Elf."
"If it helps, I can call him here," Harry suggested.
"No need Mister Potter. Non-human creature testimonies are not accepted in any court as it is." Madam Bones took her monocle out of her eye, and began polishing it, stalling for time as she thought.
"Mafalda, can you repair the trace?"
"Im- impossible Madam," Madam Hopkirk spluttered. "It is tied directly to Mister Potter's life line as well as his wand, the only way to recreate it is to give Mister Potter a new wand!"
"Not a good solution," Madam Bones mused. "Very well then, in that case... please turn off the reporting charm for Mister Potter completely. Better to have no trace at all, than a broken one."
"But –" Madam Hopkirk's protest was cancelled at a glare by Madam Bones, before the dominating woman turned to face Harry directly. "Mister Potter, once you are removed from the reporting charm, it will be as if the trace is lifted. However, this does not mean you are allowed to freely cast magic from now on, even though you can. Am I clear?"
Harry gulped, "Crystal, madam."
"Good. Because let me assure you, I will not hesitate to snap your wand personally, should you be found breaking the law." Done intimidating the Boy-Who-Lived, Madam Bones gestured to Madam Hopkirk, "Well? Get on with it."
Madam Hopkirk took out her wand again, and placed it on the crystal. "De... delete. Potter, Harry James." A red light flashed through the crystal, and it stilled again.
"Thanks Mafalda," Madam Bones said. "Now I believe we had something else to discuss Mister Potter, Auror Tonks?"
"Yes Madam," Nym answered. But before they walked out the door, Harry took the book Madam Hopkirk silently pressed towards him, and with a flourish signed her fantasy novel, 'for her niece'.
–-
Ashen pale, Madam Bones rose up from her pensieve. "Mister Potter... this... this is explosive material. Why didn't you say you had concrete evidence of Death Eater identities sooner?"
"I did," Harry protested. "I told Professor Dumbledore everything, including that You-Know-Who called Malfoy and others by name!"
"No wonder the Minister is trying to suppress this," Madam Bones paced about, then shook herself to clear her mind. "Auror Tonks, your vacation is hereby recalled."
Nym started to protest, but was silenced by the follow-up: "As of right now and until you receive further orders, you are to guard Mister Potter with your life. He is the prime witness in the case I'll be building to clear up this mess. Am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am," Nym beamed. "I'll not let Harry stray from my sight for a second."
"Now off with you both, I have a huge mess to deal with here," Bones said with a sigh, dismissing the two.
Nym waited until they were in the lift. "You okay hero? That memory was intense..."
"I'm all right," Harry shrugged. "You know, tonight was the first night since... since the tournament... that I didn't have a nightmare." He smiled at her.
"Then I'd better make sure you don't have any nightmares this upcoming night either," Nym breathed in a husky voice, her right hand grabbing Harry's bum.
Slightly flustered, Harry made to step out of the lift cabin as they arrived at the atrium, then something caught his eye. He bent down, and came back up with a white feather. "Huh, looks like one of Hedwig's."
"Don't be silly hero, owls can't get in underground lifts," Nym bopped him softly on the head.
–-
Once they arrived in the atrium Nym hugged him to her again, and with a crack they disappeared, only to re-appear in Diagon Alley. Hand-in-hand they walked to the end of the alley where the wand maker was located.
"Why is everyone looking at us?" Harry asked in a soft voice. Nym looked around, and noticed some glares on people's faces.
"Ignore them hero, fools just believe the Prophet. They don't matter." She squeezed his hand, as they arrived at Ollivander's.
"Harry Potter, holly, eleven inches, and a phoenix feather core. And Ny– Miss Tonks, Mountain Ash, fourteen inches with a unicorn tail hair. Excellent for protection. I trust you are both well?" Ollivander was as creepy as ever, appearing from behind them as they entered his shop.
"We're both fine, thanks," Nym answered for them. "Harry here needs a wand holster, Auror style if you have one available.
"Ah yes, I was wondering when he'd pick one up. One cannot keep their wand in their sleeve... or back pocket all the time," Ollivander mused, disappearing in the back and coming back out with what looked like a comfortable looking leather bracer.
"One wand holster. Will there be anything else?"
"Nosir," Harry said.
"Then that will be one Galleon, three Sickles."
Harry paid, and then Nym took off the make-do holster, and wrapped the real one around his arm. "You slide your wand in gently Harry, get a feel for where it fits perfectly, then push it all the way home," she instructed him.
Harry blushed deeply, a blush that remained on his face as they exited Ollivander's shop.
"Where next?" he asked once he could trust his voice again.
"You are buying your awesome guardian a gift," Nym giggled. "How much do you have on you?"
"Dunno, a Galleon or two I guess. What's left over from the train ride home."
"In that case hero, we're off to see the goblins first." Nym directed him to the big marble building nearby. They walked past the surly looking guards, and got up to a free counter.
"Yes wizard?" the bored-looking goblin asked.
"Mr Potter here wants a trip to his vault," Nym spoke for him.
"And does Mr Potter have his key?"
"Yes." Nym held out her hand, "Key Harry?"
"Erm... I don't have it," Harry shrugged.
"What?" Nym spoke loudly, "why not? What happened to it?"
"I gave it to Mrs Weasley the summer before last year, she wanted to get our school supplies while we were at the Quidditch World Cup," Harry recalled.
"Ya goof, you don't just hand your vault key over!" Nym cuffed him on the ears, then faced the bored-looking clerk again.
"Apologies Mr Teller. Apparently this idiot here doesn't have his key, so we need to have his current key recalled, and a new one made."
"And is Mr Potter aware this will cost two Galleons?"
"Mr Potter is right here," Harry sulked. "And yes."
"I need to confirm your identity, hold out your hand," the goblin instructed. Quickly he took out an athame, and cut a shallow wound across Harry's palm. Harry flinched slightly, but didn't make a sound.
The goblin wiped the blood on a piece of parchment he had lying in front of him, then nodded as some runes appeared.
"Wait here," he ordered them, and walked off. Nym shrugged, as Harry sucked on the wound to stop the stinging.
The goblin returned five minutes later, and held up a key. "This is your Vault key, number 687. The locks have been changed now, and all other keys have been invalidated. If you wish more keys, they can be made for a Galleon each." He dropped the key in Harry's hand, accidentally-on-purpose directly on the cut. Harry winced.
The goblin ignored him, and put away the knife that was still lying there somewhere. "Your blood will be sterilized from the knife now as per Ministry," the word was almost spat, "regulations. The amount of two Galleons has already been taken from your account balance. Do you want to visit your Vault now human?"
Harry was glaring at the goblin for hurting him, so Nym took the initiative: "We'll be visiting Mr Potter's Vault yes, if that's okay."
"Your decision," the surly goblin grunted. "Griphook!" he called to the back, and another goblin stepped forward out of the shadows.
"If Mr Potter and his companion would follow me?"
"Move ya goof," Nym pushed him a little. Harry's eyes lit up as he recognised the goblin: "Griphook! You were the goblin that took me around four years ago!"
"Was I?" Griphook shrugged. "This way to the carts."
The ride down was exciting in more than one way. Harry liked the thrill, but he liked Nym sitting on his lap, and him holding on to her tightly. He was all too aware she was only wearing her jeans that morning. Although he could do without the screams of fear next time, he thought.
"Vault 687, Potter Vault," Griphook said once the cart stopped. He held out his hand for the key, and Harry gave it him, letting the goblin open the vault. "Make it quick human, some of us are busy today."
Ignoring his surliness the duo walked inside, and Nym let out a whistle. "Whoo-ee hero, you're loaded! You'd better buy me a really nice gift now!"
"It's just my parents' money," Harry mumbled, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of having so much money, having grown up with the idea he had nothing. "How much should I take out?"
"Take ten Galleons to be sure, a hand of Sickles, and two or three hands of Knuts," Nym suggested. "That way you won't need to come back here when your school book list arrives." Harry shovelled in the round coins in his magical money bag, then he and Nym stepped out again.
"Thanks for the service Griphook," Harry dropped a sickle in the creature's hand. Nym sat in Harry's lap again, placing his hands around her waist for support. That those hands slid up a bit as the cart rushed through the tunnels, cupping her breasts, was not mentioned by either.
"Gringotts customer floor. Get out," Griphook grumbled as they arrived. Nym took Harry's hand, and they stepped back into the Alley.
A/N: In this fic, I've decided to follow the convention that a Galleon is worth around £50, ten times as much as in canon. Therefore G1 = £50 (or ~€60/~$85), a Sickle is worth around £3 (€3,60/$5) and a Knut is worth around ten pence (€0,12/$0,17). See my profile for a longer discussion on this if you're interested in my reasoning.