Oh, do I have a surprise for you guys today!
Hello everyone, it's me, ya boi, the Lonely Lorekeeper, and I'm here with another chapter of To Date a Metamorph. I should apologize a bit—I had intended to write this chapter and have it done by Tuesday, as I've decided I'm going to try and update my fics once a week. However, I couldn't decide exactly how I wanted the chapter to go, or where it should take place. I finally had an epiphany late last night, and have spent as much free time as I could to bust it out since.
Which leads me to the surprise I have for all of you today—starting with this chapter, our little story here will be fully living up to the M rating I gave it at the start. That's right, we've got a lemon in this chapter! Now, I should state that it has been a little over seven years since I've actually written a lemon—been a long time since I last had the courage to dip into this side of the fanficverse—so if it's a bit rough, please note that I'm not perfect, and you should never expect perfection from me.
Anyways, I've said my piece—enjoy Chapter 9!
Chapter 9: Welcome To Grimmauld Place
If Harry had thought that the last few side-along apparations throughout the day had helped him get used to the sensation of suddenly teleporting from one place to the next, he was sorely mistaken. His stomach flipped and flopped at least five different times in the approximate three seconds it took to travel from the Dursleys to wherever Tonks had taken him.
And, once they did arrive at their destination, it wasn't on steady feet—the toe of Tonks' boot caught the edge of a rug, and with sudden cry the two found themselves falling rather ungracefully onto the floor. Harry continued to spin ludicrously and landed with a solid 'oof' on his back, while Tonks pinwheeled her arms dramatically before following him down and landing on top of him, her chest pressed against his and her hands held over his head as she finally caught herself.
The two blinked at each other as they took in their sudden compromising position, before Harry's face turned pink and Tonks' hair turned an attractive lavender. "My my, Mr. Potter, making me fall for you so quickly, huh?" Tonks teased, her eyes gleaming as she thought of the kiss from a mere moment ago.
Harry, however, merely blushed and tried to stutter out some kind of reply, attempting to sit up and look away as he did so. However, before he could really get a response out, Harry found himself having the odd sensation of being unable to see his surroundings. Or, at least, that was the best way to explain it—he could see the room around him just fine for a single second. But as soon as his eyes moved away from whatever he was looking at, his memory became muddled and garbled, the edges of his vision distorted with static.
Needless to say, it was a disorienting experience, and left Harry gripping at his head in utter pain and confusion. "Tonks…what…what the hell is going on? Where…where did you take me?"
Harry turned to look at Tonks, hoping that focusing on something he was familiar with would help stabilize him. Unfortunately, he could barely make her out in the muddled and swirled and staticked filter that had suddenly been thrown over his field of vision. He squinted his eyes, hoping that might help, but all it did was make his surroundings darker.
"Oh shit!" Tonks swore, quickly leaping off of Harry and taking a quick step back. "That's right, you can't see anything thanks to the Fidelius! Hang on, Harry, it'll all make sense in a bit—Sirius!"
"Yeah, I know," Harry perked up a bit as he heard a familiar voice cut through the cloud of static. He could make out a shuffling of boots over creaking floorboards, before a firm hand reached out and held onto his shoulder. At this point, Harry's vision was nothing but a swirl of colors, and he could barely hear what was going on around him, but he listened as closely as he could, reaching out towards the voice and the figure holding him.
"Harry, listen to me—the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
And just like that, the swirling colors and the disorienting static that had clouded his vision and his hearing vanished as though it had never been. Instead, Harry found himself staring into the worried face of his godfather, who looked a good deal healthier and just a slight bit less insane than he had the last time he'd seen him. Harry's eyes widened, as did the grin on his face as he reached out and hugged Sirius Black.
"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, positively beaming, before he pulled back to stare at him. "Wait, so—if you're here, then where—where is this place?"
"It's like he said, Harry—you're at Headquarters," Tonks replied, stepping around Sirius so that Harry could see her too.
And Tonks wasn't the only thing he could see—no, the whole mess of colors and spirals and static was gone, and now Harry could clearly see that he was sitting in the middle of a fairly large, if a bit decrepit, room. There was a bed set up at the far end of the room nearby a large window that led out to a small balcony. The bed was nice, though a bit old, and the glass of the window was more than a bit dusty. In fact, most of the room they were all standing in was so grime-covered that Harry was certain Aunt Petunia would die of disgust just looking at it.
Harry looked back up at Sirius and Tonks and raised and eyebrow. "This is Headquarters?" he asked in as flat a deadpan voice he could manage.
Sirius barked out a laugh and clapped Harry on the shoulder. "Yes, Harry, this musky, dirty hideaway is the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix—no, pup, this is just a part of it. Couldn't risk bringing you right inside since you're not allowed to be here yet, so I had Nymmie bring you here instead—the only part of Headquarters that is truly off limits to everyone, and that no one would ever dare come to anyway."
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked over at Tonks. "Nymmie?"
"Oh great," Tonks murmured, her hair turning a few shades of brighter red for a second, and she crossed her arms. "Uh, Siri, I'm glad that you helped me get the Boy Wonder here safe and sound, but I promise, the next time you call me that, I'm gonna hex your bollocks so bad you won't be able to move without pain for weeks."
"Duly noted," Sirius nodded, chuckling while a bead of sweat slid down his forehead. Beaming once more, he turned to Harry and clapped his hands together. "Anyway, as I was saying, this is the attic of Grimmauld Place—actually used to be my bedroom for a few years, too, that's why there's already a bed here, and why there's a crack in the wards here you can apparate through. Sorry for its sorry state, the house has been in poor shape for over a decade now, but it's the safest place you can be. You're still protected by the Fidelius charm, but you can leave whenever you want through the window."
Harry's head spun from the complete and utter information dump that had been thrown onto him by his godfather, and he held a hand up for him to slow down. "Hang on a second, this used to be your room? So this is your house, your family's house? And now it's the Headquarters of the Order? How did that happen? And what do you mean, Fidelius charm?"
Before he could say anything further, Tonks stepped forward and placed a comforting hand onto Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll answer as much as we can of that in time—I'll certainly answer as much as I can, now that I don't have to worry about the charm messing with me. Right now, though, let's get you settled into the fact that you're somewhere safe and free from those Dursley bastards, and leave it at that."
Harry smiled at Tonks' show of support and took a deep sigh, letting his addled nerves calm for a moment. "Alright," he sighed.
"And speaking of getting things settled," Sirius stated, suddenly moving towards the attic door, "why don't the two of you get started on getting Harry settled into his new room? I have to run real quick—Molly's probably finished dinner, and she'll probably suspect something if I'm not around. I'll actually bring you some once I come back, and then we can get around to answering all the questions you have for me."
"Thanks, Sirius," Harry replied, smiling at his godfather.
"Of course!" Sirius beamed back at him, before glancing back at Harry and Tonks and shooting the two of them a wink. "By the way, this room should still have the charms I put on it for my own personal privacy, so as long as the door is shut and locked, no one can see or hear inside by any muggle or magical means. Just letting the two of you know incase either of you wanted to…you know, test to see if that bed's doing alright after all these years—"
"Oh, get out of here, you mangy mutt!" Tonks suddenly shouted out, her face a bright pink and her hair a flustered orange as she fired a spell at him.
Sirius yelped in surprise before retreating out the door, cackling the whole way even as the door slammed and locked shut behind him, another deft movement of Tonks' spellcraft. There was a beat of silence after that, and then Harry and Tonks looked at each other again, an uneasy and flustered energy between them after what Sirius had suggested. When neither spoke, Harry finally coughed and turned to look around the attic that the two of them had escaped to.
It ended up being Harry that finally broke the silence between them.
"You know," he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets, "ever since I met Sirius back in my third year, I dreamed of what it would be like to live with him. I yearned for a chance to escape the Dursleys for good, and just live a carefree life with the roguish scoundrel my dad grew up with. I never really had a clear image in my mind of what kind of house he lived in, but it always came back to something immaculate and incredible."
He finally turned to look at Tonks, a bit of a smirk slipping onto his face. "Somehow, though, I never really imagined this."
The flatness of his comment made Tonks snort-laugh, more so just glad that they were working past the awkwardness between them than anything else. "To be fair, Grimmauld Place is a pretty immaculate home—you're just seeing the worst side of it right now."
She then paused, then laughed again, though more to herself than to Harry. "Though, in all fairness, the whole house was in a pretty bad way for a while. No one's lived in it aside from the Blacks' house elf who's so crazy he couldn't even be bothered to do his job right, and since there are so many dark artifacts lying around it's too dangerous to try and clean it magically, so the only way to make it livable has been to clean it by hand."
"And, lucky me, they saved the best for last," Harry chuckled dryly.
"Well, Sirius did say that this part of the house was off limits," Tonks replied, smiling as she gently elbowed Harry in the ribs before walking over to a stack of boxes. "Besides, it's not like you're doing this on your own! You've still got me here to lend a hand—and unlike the rest of the house, this was Sirius' room, so there's probably not nearly as much need to worry about dark artifacts and whatnot—we can handle this in no time!"
Harry smirked and walked over to help her with some of the boxes. "I'm glad someone's optimistic," he chuckled, before taking a box and carefully rifling through it before walking off to find someplace to store it.
Tonks watched him go, a small smile replacing her smirk as she did. Her optimism, of course, stemmed from more than just a desire to help Harry. Her thoughts kept going back to that kiss back at the Dursleys, and how Harry had completely surprised her by his boldness. Her patience was wearing thin—she wanted him, and was pretty damn close to tired of waiting. If it weren't for the fact that the current setting was in under shambles, she would try and take him right that minute. As it were, she wanted to get it cleaned as quickly as possible.
Of course, that was easier said than done. The third box they'd looked through had held several dark artifacts—something that only Tonks' razor-sharp auror reflexes had been fast enough to recognize and defend against once revealed—and since then they had been forced to clean the room by hand, just as the Weasleys and Hermione had been forced to throughout the summer so far. By the time Sirius returned with a tray of food from dinner an hour and a half later, Harry and Tonks had managed to clear away about a third of the boxes, with all of the true cleaning still left undone.
They agreed, then, that now would be a good time for a break.
Harry sighed in contentment as he took his first bite of fresh Weasley cooking that he'd had in almost a year—a thick and hearty stew paired with some kind of savory meat pie in a freshly goldened crust. As he ate, he and Tonks sat with Sirius in their little cleared corner, listening as he helped answer Harry's questions and explained everything that was going on as far as he knew it.
The first, of course, was that Grimmauld Place was indeed his old family home—one of them, at least. The Blacks were an old and powerful wizarding family, after all, and so had several properties. But, as this one was in the city, well hidden, and was the one Sirius was most familiar with, it had been the one Sirius had offered as a Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. It might not have been the cleanest of places for them to operate out of, but at least it was a place.
That brought Harry's attention to his next question of just what the Order was. This Tonks was able to help answer as well. As it turned out, the Order was a sort of vigilante organization during the first war against Voldemort, and with his resurrection Dumbledore had gone and reformed it again. Harry was intrigued, but that intrigue quickly deflated when he learned that so far all the Order had really done was keep a close watch on him at the Dursleys and go on less-than-successful missions to convince other races to join the fight against Voldemort.
They also mentioned that the Order had another watch in place, in the Department of Mysteries, but didn't say much else as they were about in the dark as Harry was on why exactly they were there. They assumed that it was to ensure Voldemort and his supporters didn't get some kind of tool or weapon for success from the Ministry's research department, but the exact specifics on the why were still largely unknown.
"And that's all that we're doing?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Unfortunately, that's it," Sirius said with a shrug, wiping his hands off on his trousers before pushing himself up to his feet. "To be fair, it seems as though the Dark Tosser's doing about the same thing on his side—still just gathering supporters, not making any big moves just yet. Still, a good chunk of the Order was expecting something a bit more actionable when they joined."
"Well, in that we're in agreement," Harry groaned. "I kept hoping to hear something on the Dursleys' television or radio, or read something in the Prophet, but it just sounds like the same general madness as always."
Sirius nodded, reaching over to take up Harry's and Tonks' finished dishes and adding them to his tray. "I wouldn't worry too much just yet, pup. Whatever he's up to, it seems he's in no more a rush than Dumbledore is, so there's no real point getting too anxious. For now, let's just focus on taking care of this mess and getting you a room that's at least slightly better than anything you were having at the muggles' place."
Harry nodded, groaning as he stood and looked around the room again. "Well, that'll certainly keep me busy for a bit—this place is a nightmare, I can't imagine what the rest of the house looks."
Sirius sighed and set the tray of dishes down, slipping his hands into his pockets with a tired huff. "Not good—at least the most populated areas have been cleaned decently since we got here. But there's still a lot of places that we haven't been to, and a lot of places that my mother's elf has refused to clean for the past fifteen damned years. This is certainly the worst, but only by a bit."
"And here I was, thinking I was lucky Molly never tried to carouse me into helping her brood with the cleaning, too," Tonks muttered sourly.
Harry shrugged before standing up and reaching over to a nearby broom. "Well, the longer we look at it, the longer it'll take to get started. And I, for one, at least want the room cleaned a bit before I head to bed. At least the Dursleys taught me how to clean well…"
Sirius nodded, though there were the faintest rumblings of thunder in his eyes as he listened to his godson's words. "I swear, Harry, one of these days I'm going to march over to those muggles and give them the punishment they deserve—I mean, making you into practically a house elf for the first ten years of your life…"
Harry shrugged, giving Sirius an awkward smile. "Hey, it could've been worse, right? I could've been a house elf for the Malfoys, like Dobby."
Of course, even as he said that, he knew that the comparison between him and Dobby was much too close. He still remembered how Dobby acted the first few times he met the elf—anxious and twitchy and filled with such self-doubt. How he'd been abused and harmed and forced to wear shabby 'clothes' by those that he served. Looking back on it now, it had reminded Harry far too much of his own life with the Dursleys, and made him sick in the stomach thinking of it.
Before he could say much else on it, though, the three of them were interrupted by a sudden sharp pop.
"Did the Great Master Harry Potter sir call for Dobby?" a high, squeaky voice called out, and instantly Harry, Tonks, and Sirius spun around in shock, the latter two reaching for their wands. Dobby—who had popped into existence on top of the stack of boxes in the corner wearing a tall stack of bowlers, a pair of mismatched gloves, some kind of small apron, and a pair of mismatched socks—instantly shot his hands up into the air, his tennis ball sized eyes wide with worry. "No! Please don't hurt Dobby! Dobby's a good elf!"
"Dobby!" Harry exclaimed, taking a step closer to his very short friend. "What—how did you get here?"
Dobby blinked up at Harry before smiling and gesturing back at him. "Well, Great Master Harry Potter sir called for Dobby, and so Dobby came when he was called. This bes simple house elf magic, Great Master Harry Potter sir, all house elves come when they're called!"
"Not all of them," Sirius grumbled, causing Tonks' lips to twitch into a smirk.
"Still, how did he get here?" Tonks asked, her wand still pointed towards the elf. "The wards around the house should've kept him out, shouldn't they? Or at the very least the Fidelius charm should've made him as dizzy as it did with Harry, right?"
"Oh, wizard magic doesn't work on house elves the way it does with wizards," Dobby stated, puffing himself up a bit, his hats flopping backwards slightly. "As long as the elf's wizard bes someplace, the house elf can go do them."
Harry blinked in surprise, before his face slowly slipped into a frown and he stepped forward. "But, Dobby…I thought you said that you were a free elf? You don't have a master."
The house elf paused, before seeming to shrink in on himself, wringing his hands nervously. "Oh, Dobby wasn't supposed to say that…Dobby knows how much the Great Master Harry Potter sir's Mione doesn't like house elves doing work, so Dobby wanted to keep it a secret. Dobby should've known to keep his mouth shut…"
Before Dobby could even get close to…whatever he was going to do—Harry didn't know, but after his second year, he had a pretty good idea of what Dobby might do—Harry stepped forward and placed a hand gently on Dobby's shoulder. "Dobby! I'm not mad, I'm just trying to understand…are you my elf?"
Dobby paused as Harry's hand rested on his shoulder, and his tennis ball sized eyes looked up at him in a teary sort of way. "House elves needs a wizard to live, Great Master Harry Potter sir. We needs the magic from the bond to sustain us, otherwise we wither and waste away. Dobby bound himself to the Great Master Harry Potter sir just after he released Dobby from the bad master, because Dobby knew the Great Master Harry Potter would be a good master for him."
Harry sighed and shook his head, smiling at his small friend. "Okay, first—Dobby? You don't need to call me all that. Just Harry or Harry Potter would do, alright? Second, I'll be happy to have you as my house elf, though we'll need to come up with some form of payment for your help, alright?"
Dobby seemed to beam at that, and he leaped forward to hug Harry's chest. "Dobby understands, Harry Potter, and Dobby will do his best!"
"In the meanwhile, though," Tonks suddenly piped up, looking over her shoulder at Dobby, "maybe you wouldn't mind helping us out in cleaning this room? Harry's going to be living here for the next while, and as you can see it's a pretty big mess, not including all of the dark artifacts that are hiding around. If you could help us with that, I know we'd both appreciate it."
The house elf blinked up at Tonks' suggestion, before he glanced around the room in shock. "Oh, no no no!" he cried out, stamping his foot. "The Great Harry Potter should not be living in this filth! No, Dobby will take care of this for him, don't you worry Harry Potter's lady!"
And with that, Dobby disappeared in a sudden pop, leaving Harry and Tonks both a few shades pinker than they had before, and Sirius cackling softly behind them. Before they could say anything in return, they started to notice the room around them almost seeming to clean itself—grime disappearing from the floorboards and walls, the windows being wiped clean and shined, the boxes sorted through and then launched across the room into a storage room that slammed shut. Even the furniture was sorted out, the bed quickly bending and creaking as it was refurbished before their very eyes.
Sirius let out a long and low whistle, smirking at the sight. "Well, your elf sure is impressive, Harry," he chuckled, before looking over at his godson. "Any chance he could talk my elf into picking up the slack some?"
"Dobby can go speak to Kreacher if Harry's Dogfather wants Dobby to!" Dobby suddenly replied, popping before the three of them before disappearing once more.
Harry blinked, before grinning and glancing back at Sirius. "I think that's gonna be a yes," he replied.
Sirius smirked back at Harry before clapping him on the back. "Well, then, I should probably go and make certain he doesn't get himself into trouble trying to put Kreacher in line. Try not to get into too much trouble, alright?" With that, Sirius turned and strode back out of the room, the door shutting and locking behind him, leaving Harry and Tonks alone once more.
This time, it was Tonks who broke the silence, as she smirked over at Harry and laid and hand on her hip. "Well, it's never a boring moment with you around, isn't it Boy Wonder?"
Harry chuckled dryly and shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. "It's more a curse if you ask me—I keep hoping that I'll just be able to have a normal, quiet life, and something else crazy happens. It's honestly starting to get pretty annoying." He paused, frowning as he looked back at Tonks. "Also, don't call me…that, or anything like it."
"Would you rather I called you Hero Boy?" she teased in return, slowly walking closer to him.
"Actually, no, I wouldn't," Harry replied quickly, taking a small step back away from her, and unknowingly towards the bed. "Really, I'd rather you didn't call me either of them, if you could manage that. Just Harry is fine by me, and always has been. I thought you of all people would understand that, Tonks—or, would you rather I call you Nymmie?"
Tonks, however, only let her smirk grow wider as she slowly prowled closer towards Harry, and with each step she took, Harry would take one step back. "Well, then, Harry, how about a trade-off. I get to call you Hero Boy or Boy Wonder or whatever, and in return~" She smirked, stepping closer again, and as Harry stepped back he found himself at the edge of his bed. "You can call me whatever you want~"
With her smirk still curled onto her lips, Tonks leaned forward to kiss Harry with just as much fire and passion that he had kissed her back in the Dursleys' dining room. Harry, who had kissed her in a moment of intense emotions and surprising boldness even for him, was currently too flustered to do much other than nervously kiss her back, his hands moving at first to try and push her away, before slowly wrapping around her waist. Tonks smirked against his lips and gently shoved forward, causing Harry to fall with a surprised 'oof' onto the bed.
"Though, first and foremost, I want to hear you call me your lover," she murmured, leaning over to crawl onto the bed with him, her breasts easily swelling much larger than normal and straining against her shirt.
Harry stared at Tonks with a bright blush spread across his face, and he shuffled back until his head was at the headboard of the bed. "Tonks, I—I've never…"
But Tonks just smiled and leaned forward, kissing Harry once more, before staring at him with surprisingly bright pink eyes. "Don't worry, Hero Boy~" Tonks murmured, slowly pulling back and moving down his body. "Let your new hot lover take care of you…I promise, you'll love this~"
As she said that, Tonks moved her hands down Harry's frame, coming to a stop at the hem of his pants, her now seductive gaze never leaving Harry's own wide emerald eyes. Her fingers reached and fiddled with the clasp of his belt, which she quickly pulled free and tossed to the side, before taking the button and zipper of his jeans and undoing them, pulling his jeans down a bit as she did so. She smirked, licking her lips as she felt the reaction Harry was having to her, and then finally yanked the jeans down towards his knees.
Tonks had gotten to spy Harry's cock while she had been spying on him changing, but having it so up close and personal was something else entirely. It was definitely one of the larger cocks she'd had—and with Harry having quite a bit of growing still yet to do, it was only certain to grow more from here. Smirking, Tonks stared back up at Harry as she reached out and slipped her hand around the width by the base, stroking it slowly at first.
Harry bit back a grunt of arousal at the feeling of her soft hand around his length, his hands moving to grip the sheets of the bed. This couldn't actually be happening, could it? It seemed too crazy even for him, and yet it also felt far too real for it to be anything but actually happening. "Tonks…" he groaned.
"Oh? Is Hero Boy enjoying himself~?" she asked, smirking before shooting Harry a flirtatious wink. "Well get ready, because it's going to get oh so much better."
Smirking, Tonks slowly moved forward, pursing her lips as she planted a soft kiss at the head of Harry's cock, which jumped in surprise. Her smirk widened, and she gave it another, longer kiss, before slowly opening her mouth and taking the first few inches into her. Her eyes the whole time remained fixed on Harry's, ensuring that he was staring at her as she slowly began to work inch after inch of his cock into her mouth and down her throat.
Harry leaned back against the headrest of the bed and struggled to hold back his moans. Tonks had been right, it felt so much better than anything else he'd felt before. Her lips felt incredible, wrapped around his length, and his hips jolted in surprise as he felt her beginning to quickly bob her head back and forth, bouncing along his length.
Tonks smirked—even as Harry tried to hide his moans, she could hear and feel and see the affect she was having on him. Deciding to up the ante a bit, to see if she could make him break, Tonks began to put her metamorphic powers to work, her throat widening as she pulled back and slammed his full length into her in one fluid movement, while her tongue lengthened and began to wrap and curl around him. Her throat began to slowly massage his length as she began rocking her head back and forth, her tongue eagerly licking and squeezing whatever part was not down her throat.
Her efforts succeeded, and Harry finally let out a loud groan, his hands releasing the bedsheets to find themselves lost in Tonks' hair, holding onto her as she continued her eager ministrations. "Oh fuck, Nym!" he groaned, his hips beginning to roll against her bobbing face by pure instinct.
Tonks shot Harry a coy smirk—or as best a one as she could as she continued her work—and redoubled her efforts, pleased to see that Harry was becoming more than a bit willing to her actions. The feeling of his fingers running through her hair sent shivers down her spine. Her metamorphic powers reacted to her emotions, and her hair grew longer, long enough to hold onto if Harry wanted to, and shifted into a brighter, more lustful shade of pink.
Harry felt the shift in Tonks' hair, and he gripped her tight as his hips began to thrust back up into her, his body running on instincts and the intense desire he was feeling for her. His head leaned back as he did, feeling his limit drawing close, and he let out a low moan. "Oh Merlin, Tonks, I—fuck, I'm getting close!"
Tonks heard him, but his words only seemed to make her more eager, her head bobbing faster against his hips. She wanted to taste him, to feel his seed running down her throat. She moaned and hummed around his length, her eyes still locked on his as she begged him, as best she could, to let it out. And with that sight before him, Harry could hardly hold back, holding Tonks' head in place as he pressed his hips to her face and finally came, another loud and lustful shout escaping him as he did.
A low and sultry moan escaped Tonks as she held herself against Harry's hips, her head tilted back as she easily swallowed his load. Her eyes drifted shut as she savored his taste, before pulling back and smirking up at Harry, a gleam shimmering in her eyes.
"Mm, not bad, Hero Boy~" she murmured, leaning back and staring at him with a lustful, half-lidded stare. "But we're only just beginning, and I think it's time we moved to the main event~"
As she said this, Tonks hands moved to her shirt, which she effortlessly tossed over her head, revealing that she was, in fact, not wearing a bra underneath. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of her breasts bouncing free of the restricting cloth, something Tonks was very pleased with, before her hands moved further down her body towards her own pair of jeans.
Harry watched as Tonks removed the last of her clothes, his eyes slowly taking in her naked form before him—he'd seen it before when she'd tripped in the shower, but this was a far cry different from helping a friend in an awkward situation. This was a woman—one practically dripping with seduction and sexuality—and she was looking at him with such intense desire that it sent shivers down his spine. And yet, at the same time, he found himself surprisingly excited.
Smirking once more, Tonks slowly crawled along the bed until she was beside Harry, her hands at his jeans once more. With a quick tug, she had them off of him, and as she looked back up at him, the young wizard was hastily tossing his own shirt haphazardly across the room. Her eyes darted over his bare chest, and her lips parted, her tongue dashing over them as she looked eagerly on.
Before Harry could do anything else, the vivacious pinkette pinned him down onto the bed, her lips on his once more as she moved to straddle him. She kissed him lustfully, hungrily, and this time Harry met her every inch of the way, his hands running up through her hair and pulling her closer to him. He groaned as she pulled away, a gasp and a jolt running through him as he felt her hand once more on his length, the tip of his cock brushing against her lower lips.
Tonks pulled back at bit, her eyes gleaming as she stared down into Harry's emerald greens. "Welcome to Grimmauld Place, Hero Boy~"
With that, Tonks let herself drop down onto Harry's cock, the two of them moaning in unison at the incredible feeling that immediately rushed through them. Tonks' back arched, and she slowly leaned back so that she was sitting on Harry's lap, her hips slowly grinding back and forth as she let more and more of his cock slowly inch into her tight cunt. Her hands moved down from his shoulders to his hips as she held herself steady, sighing deeply, before looking back down at him with a smirk.
Harry barely had time to register the smirk before Tonks started bouncing on his lap, her hips rising up and down as she began riding Harry at an eager pace. The pink-haired woman bit her lip to control her moans, but her gaze remained fixed on Harry's, her hands gently tracing shapes on his bare chest as she felt wave after wave of pleasure roll through her. This had been what she'd wanted, and waited on, and now it was hers.
Harry groaned under her, his eyes locked on hers, his hands moving to hold onto her waist. "Oh Nym~" he groaned out, his hips bucking up into her. "Nym, fuck, you feel so good~"
"Mm, you feel good too, Hero Boy~" Tonks winked in reply, smirking back at her as she began bouncing on him faster. She felt his hands slowly exploring her hips and moving back towards her ass, and after shooting him another wink, he gave it a squeeze, causing her to let out another sharp moan. "Oh yes, very good~ Not bad for a first time at all~"
Another deep groan escaped Harry's lips, cutting off his reply. Instead, he watched her continue to bounce on his lap, his eyes moving from her eager, seductive smile, to the pair of bouncing tits that he had found himself staring at more than once over the past two days. Licking his lips, Harry slowly leaned up and forward, burying his face between them. A surprised gasp escaped Tonks as she felt his lips begin to graze her skin, and she smirked, her breasts expanding once more.
"Oh yes, Harry, play with my tits! They're yours, just like I'm yours, Hero Boy~!"
A small smirk of his own slipped onto Harry's face as he moved his lips away from her tits to flash her a grin, before diving back down and popping one of her bright pink nipples into his mouth, suckling on it eagerly. As he did, one of his hands slowly moved up from her hip to start squeezing and massaging the other, pinching and twisting the nipple playfully, doing anything he could to hear Tonks' eager moans.
It worked, as Tonks' head rolled back and she filled the attic room they were in with shouts and cries of pleasure. "Oh fuck yes, Harry!" she moaned, looking back down at him with a lustful gaze, her arms wrapping around his head and running her fingers through his hair. She was very glad for the silencing wards Sirius had mentioned, though a part of her didn't really care if anyone heard them, only that Harry kept making her feel so good.
Harry made to reply, but he was cut off as he felt another wave of pleasure rush through him—somehow, Tonks' cunt felt even tighter than before, and almost seemed to be squeezing him ever harder. He gripped tight onto her ass, holding on almost for dear life as he felt her ride him even faster, her perfect ass in his hands bouncing off of his lap. His head rolled back and he let out another long and low groan, feeling another release coming close.
"Nym~ oh, Merlin, Nym, I'm…I'm gonna~"
Tonks moaned with Harry, feeling her own release coming fast as well, and smiled down at Harry, her hands moving up his body to cup his face in her hands. "So am I, Harry, so am I~! Lets cum together, then, Hero boy—and don't worry, I'm on the potion!"
Harry didn't quite know what Tonks meant by that, but at the moment he couldn't really care, his hips acting on their own as the began to buck and thrust up to meet each bounce Tonks made on his cock. He held tight to her, pulling her slowly closer and closer to him, the two of them moaning eagerly as they both quickly came to their releases. And, with one sudden shout, Tonks slammed back down onto his lap, the two of them staring wide eyed at each other, seeing stars dancing across their visions.
Harry gasped slowly, blinking furiously as he looked up at Tonks. "Nym…fuck, that was…that was brilliant…" he finally uttered, his lips turning up into a grin.
Tonks smiled back at him and slowly leaned down to kiss him, her still long hair forming a curtain around them as she did so. "Yes it was, Hero Boy…and, there's more where that came from, if you're up for it~" She pulled back to wink at Harry, her eyes once more that erotic shade of pink they had been before.
In response, Harry pushed against her, and Tonks found herself on her back, Harry's cock hovering over her entrance. "Oh, I'm up for it~" he replied, before thrusting back down into her again.
Madam Bones frowned as she stared over the papers and files that littered the top of her desk. In the past twelve hours, she had put her best men she could salvage on the job of finding anything and everything to do with Sirius Black and his imprisonment fourteen years earlier. She had sent one to the hall of records for the transcripts from the trial, another to St. Mungo's for the psyche evaluation he would've had to have gone through, and another through their own archives for the arrest details.
All of it had turned up empty.
There was no record of a trial for Sirius Black in November of 1981. There was no record of him having a psyche evaluation or any other necessary medical evaluation done at St. Mungo's, or any other place as far as they knew. There wasn't even a record from the arrest—which was perhaps the most dubious of the lot, as that came straight from her department, and had been done by Alastor Moody, her mentor and closest family friend.
It boggled the mind, especially considering how all of the other Death Eaters that had been rounded up around the same time as Sirius all had their records. Each of her aurors had doubled back to check that and, indeed, each had their trial records, their evaluation records, and their arrest records where they were supposed to be. Even Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband had those records, despite them likely being the least necessary of the bunch.
And yet, Sirius Black had none of it. It was driving Amelia crazy—if she didn't know for herself, she would've thought that Sirius Black had never even been to Azkaban at all. But he had been, he'd been sent there, for a reason that seemingly everyone in Wizarding Britain knew, and yet of which there was absolutely no physical evidence.
She paused, and glanced over at another file that was sitting at her desk. It had appeared there when she'd gone out for lunch, courtesy of her friend in the Unspeakables, and it had perhaps some of the most mind-boggling information yet. She'd flipped through it a couple of times before putting it off to the side. She would worry about it later, once she had a plan for how to prove Sirius' innocence despite there being practically no proof of his conviction at all.
But, mark her words, she would return to that folder in due time. And, when she did, she hoped to finally find the answer to the question that had been plaguing her since that morning.
Just who, exactly, was Harry Potter?