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Saturday, we spend doing our essays, messing around with Tonks, socializing with Expendable character B and the other boys from our year. I decided to take a walk on my own. It was time to get a Tiara.

7 A Tiara to end it all.

I made my way to the seventh floor, you might think I am rushing it, but to be honest? If you read Goddess Rowling's sixth book, then you must have noticed her talent to smear a story over a whole school year. The memories Dumbledore showed could have been taken care of in an afternoon, Draco… meh, just off the creep.

Now, take one who knows the story, and what is going to happen, will he just follow canon? Afraid to change the outcome to something worse? Follow classes, and prevent Hermione to cry in the loo? Don't get caught smuggling Norberta?

I had to endure the Dursleys because I had no way into the magic world as long Dumbledore had me in his grip, and me too weak to defend myself. I did prevent the abuse from them and had time to prepare.

Once I am in the open, any changes have to be done in a minimum of time, before the bad guys can adapt to the new situation. Which means dispose of Voldemort and Dumbledore as fast as possible.

So for all those fan-fic stories about self-inserts and time travelers in fourth-year, doing the tasks and allowing Barty Jr to teach for a year, just for a chance at the resurrection? I admit it will get a bigger word count.

My goal is to end it fast, kill the bad guys, learn some magic… Dammed, I am too young to even enjoy the presence of girls, let alone being able to do something with Tonks. Bloody puberty hasn't even started yet. My fucking brother got smothered with girls in his fan-fic. Like Hannah said: I have to wait until fourth year! Those are four bloody years! On top of that, I probably have to share with Neville. Hannah and Susan are all over his case, I guess Megan too.

True, Daphne and Tracey want to wait… four bloody long years. I have to watch out for fucking Diggory, he is a pretty boy. Well… I just push Chang in his direction.

Hmm? Where was I going? Ah, yes, Tiara.

Xxxxx

After checking my map, I paced before the wall concentrating on the room of hidden things. The door appeared, and I entered a big hall filled with junk, on my mental demand the door faded. This is something else, again the movie did not do it justice at all. It was bigger than a pro football stadium, fit for a hundred thousand fans.

This could take some time. I closed my eyes and focused my senses to detect dark magic. My range is about a hundred feet, thirty feet range is fairly accurate. The place lit up like a Christmas fair. Tuning it onto the feeling I had in my scars for years, I started to wander through the alleys. This place is better than Aladdin's treasure cave! I am so going to loot this place clean.

The vanishing cabinet was not yet in here, if memory serves me right, a Slytherin is shoved in it by the Weasel twins in a few years, so a bust with a wig on top is the thing to look for. There were a lot of funny things to find though, Paintings of the weirdest things possible, Centaurs that are getting busy… Different paintings of naked witches, some trying to hide behind their bed, others provoking me. Wizards can be kinky too. I saw proof of the Puff underwear, a whole trunk filled with black and yellow underwear, from grandma-style to tong. Was that from the marauders' time? The big Hufflepuff panty raid?

What was I searching for? Ah! Tiara, right. I'll come back for the trunk some other day. After an hour my senses picked a signal up. The bust with the wig stood on top of a pile of junk. I spotted the Tiara, carefully I levitated the thing in a dragonhide bag, and closed it.

At the exit, the map showed Dumbledore in his office, the poor sod has yet to recover from the dressing down he received from aunty Amelia, especially, when they discovered the troll. I'll bet he is preparing for the board meeting tomorrow. The corridor was empty, the door appeared, carefully I navigated myself to the whomping willow, avoiding Flinch and some seniors, with no one near, I levitated a stone to the nob, freezing the branches.

Xxxxx

The tunnel was dusty and grim, the shack… meh, I know what it was for, now it is convenient for me. I called Tapsy, who appeared with a pop. Tapsy: "Master Harry called?" I smiled at Tapsy: "Hey Tapsy, I need a lift to Gringotts, can you bring me?" Tapsy cleaned the grime and filth from the tunnel of my clothes and popped me at the steps of Gringotts.

I approached the guards: "Warriors, I, Harry Potter, have with me a dark artifact that needs your specialists to destroy it. My account manager Blooddagger knows I was going to bring it in. can I go in?"

One guard led me into a side corridor to Blooddagger, avoiding the main hall. At Blooddagger, I just showed him the dragonhide bag. His face lit up: "The last one?" smiling: "Yep the last one, but can you wait to destroy it? My guess is that if you destroy it, the dark mark will disappear. Those death eaters that got imperioused need to get a lesson. How about we set a trap for them at Samhain? It would be fitting to send him off on the day he killed my parents and expose those death eaters to the public. Malfoy is still convinced I am possessed by voldy."

Blooddagger: "I have to consult with Ragnar for this, it will be a blow for those death eaters though." I nodded: "I have Madam Bones in my camp, the head of the department of mysteries too. With the Goblin nation's help, we can lure them in. You can have my memory of how I tricked Malfoy into giving me the diary."

Blooddagger grinned, took a ring out of his drawer, and presented it to me: "Save that memory for me. We went to Little Hangleton, at the Gaunt shack, and retrieved the ring. We recognized the ring and tested that function. It did not work at all. Our best curse breakers studied it, they said it needed two other components and a specific bloodline to work. So the tale is mostly true. I'm guessing it is needing your bloodline to work?"

I studied the ring up close with my magic senses, there is a connection between us, I could clearly feel it. Getting my cloak and his wand from Dumbledore became a bigger priority. I guess I have to play the possessed kid once more.

"Blooddagger, you are right. It won't work for someone else. The Gaunts are from the oldest brother's bloodline, I am from the youngest brother. Although in my opinion, the dead should be left in peace. We will meet them soon enough." Yeah… If you choose the right light to pass through. Through the wrong one gets you hit with a fucking frying pan.

Xxxxx

Tapsy popped me back to the shack, after thanking her and giving the ring to store in my office at home, I told her to send my best wishes to the other elves. I went back to the common room.

My chaperon was waiting for me: "Harry James Potter! We have been searching hours for you!" I acted surprised: "That was you? I thought there was someone out to get me, so I went into hiding. I felt blood lust coming after me. Were you planning to hex me?" She blushed! She was planning to hex me! "Naughty Nymm! You know I am spoken for! And to be honest? I am not into rough play, maybe you can ask Lance Davis." That got me on the receiving end of several hexes. Tracey yelled: "Harry don't you start rumors about my brother!" Tonks's hair was bright red, I had to dodge several stinging hexes. I surrendered: "I give up! Sorry! I was exploring the castle and grounds. And I needed some alone time. I apologize, Tonks, you are like a big sister to me and I should not have teased you. How can I make it up to you?"

Daphne interrupted: "Hold it, Tonks, he is granting you a favor. You have to carefully think about it, so you get the maximum from it." I was shocked: "Huh? Dear? I thought you were on my side?" Tracey shot back: "That was before you dragged Lance in the conversation." Auch… I am in the dog house. I went to Tracey and gave her a hug: "Sorry dear, you know I am muggle raised, so I am bound to do mistakes. Will you forgive me? Or do you girls need a favor too?" Tracey looked at Daphne, Daphne nodded. Tracey: "No matter the outcome of that bet, the dancing lessons will happen. Then you are forgiven." I sighed: "Deal. I am truly sorry, sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain. Now, why were you all searching for me?"

Tonks: "Sirius let a message, he is coming tomorrow with my parents in Hogsmeade for a meeting with you and me, at ten o'clock in the three broomsticks. So, do you know what it is about?" I nodded: "I do, but it is not for me to reveal it to you. I can tell you it is nothing bad. On another note, do we have new teachers? At the pace they are disappearing we have to self-study to get things done." That was a good diversion, everyone started guessing what new teachers we will get.

I said: "My bet is on Horace Slughorn for potions, and an Auror, like Mad eye Moody for Dada, you know, the one with the magic eye that even can look through invisibility cloaks." That is a rumor that I fully support. Now he will definitively not get hired.

Xxxxx

Do you know why there are so many broom closets? Social life at Hogwarts sucks big time! There is not a bloody thing to do around here. Chess, exploding snap, and gobstones get boring quickly. Mix it with hormonal pubering teens… yeah, that is the reason. The weather in North Scotland doesn't invite you for a lot of outdoor activity at all. From second year, couples are starting to form. In the muggle world, there is plenty to do, here, it was driving me up the walls. Sometimes you need to unwind you know, I can't even concentrate on magic because I was already too far ahead.

I approached Tonks, she sat on a couch, I dropped next to her and laid my head on her lap. I sighed: "Tonks, I am bored, entertain me. What do you do around here that isn't chess, gobstones, or snap?" She shrugged: "We practice magic." Alright, if there is nothing else, we can work with that. An idea popped in my head, it must be because it was on Tonks lap.

"Tonks, do you know what paintball is? Can we somehow change it into spell ball? Instead of using guns that fire little balls of paint, we fire a spell that leaves a colored spot on the body with a little sting. We make two teams and spell-tag each other until one team is out. What do you think Sis? There are enough empty rooms, big enough to do this in." Several seniors were listening and liked the idea, finding the right spell for it was harder.

Well, the idea got a life of his own, after dinner seniors from all houses gathered to discuss the idea. The transfiguration and runes students studied the changes the room would need, Charms, and arithmancy students worked on the spell. Divination students predicted the outcome of their efforts. The only History student took notes for our progeny. Meh, we give it a week, and then I'll show them a real paintball gun.

Xxxxx

The next morning, Dumbledore was very nervous. When your job is on the line, it is understandable. The owls flew in with the newspapers. One landed in front of me with the Quibbler. The heading said it all.

A Letter to my daughter!

Dear readers, my daughter and I had the pleasure to meet Heir Harry Potter on the trial of his Godfather Lord Sirius Black. He made friends with my daughter and promised her an interview for this very newspaper. We thought he forgot his promise with all the changes that went on in his life, but last Wednesday My Luna received a letter from Heir Potter.

Dear readers, in this letter Heir Potter explained some of the things that happened in his life and gave us permission to publish parts we should find interesting enough to print in our newspaper.

Fellow wizards and witches. We printed the letter without changing a single word.

What followed was my letter, printed in a bold big font. Underlining the important parts. At the end Xenophilius commented:

Dear wizards and witches, do you feel as I did, reading this letter for the first time, that we let Heir Potter down? While we were celebrating the end of the blood war, the ones that made it possible were betrayed by the person they put their trust in. Dumbledore. What reason can that man have to drop a child at night on a doorstep?

A doorstep of people that fear and hate magic. Before I printed this letter, I showed it to Madam Bones, the head of our Auror department. Her comment: "Mister Xenophilius, this is not the worst part. Dumbledore abused his positions of Chief Warlock and Supreme mugwump to block the Will of Lord Potter. He was the witness of the Will, a Will made five days before the event."

Dear readers, with permission of his new magical guardian Lord Abbot, we now present you parts of the Will, that will make you question the sanity of Mr. Dumbledore. I know, coming from me tells you it is grave.

What followed was parts of the Will, Godfather by ritual, Peter the secret keeper, Dumbledore casting the Fidelius and recommending Peter, the list of guardians, the ban of putting me with the Dursleys, and the witnesses of the Will.

Dear readers, I am ashamed to say this is not all that happened with Heir Potter. Lord Abbot, his magical guardian stated: "When Heir potter arrived at Gringotts on his birthday, he was completely unaware of his heritage. A Family that traces back for thousands of years brought back to a single survivor. One that thought the Hogwarts letter was a joke from his fellow students of the muggle world.

At Gringotts, it was discovered that several illegal spells were on him. A Bloodtracker! A drain to Bloodwards! at his relative's house! A mail redirection and a spell to keep his house-elves from detecting his presence."

All of that dear readers, and on top of that, Dumbledore bound Heir Potters magic for at least 50%! Can you imagine a baby with a drain on his magic, bound to 50% in a hostile environment?

What was Dumbledore planning with Heir Potter? Children became a Obscuros for less!

Lord Abbot told me: "When Heir Potter was four years old, at Sanheim, he, after some abuse of his aunt, yelled at her his mum would be waiting for her in heaven! After that day he was treated better. That does not excuse Dumbledore from his crimes! It makes me ashamed that a little boy had to defend himself, while Dumbledore is wallowing in wealth and glory. It makes me wonder… is his past glory real or another hidden crime?

The Lords and Ladies stated in the Will did a background check on Dumbledore. We found out Grindelwald was a close friend of Dumbledore, after some disputes around the time Dumbledore's sister died they broke up. Grindelwald was declared a dark Lord in the early thirties, the war started in thirty-eight. Many of our families died in that war, guided by… you guessed it: Dumbledore. Only when Grindelwald was weak, wounded and on the run, did Dumbledore swoop in and heroically dueled Grindelwald. Although nobody witnessed the duel."

Dear readers, I admit, I put Dumbledore on a pedestal for getting rid of Grindelwald. I felt he deserved to be Chief Warlock and Supreme mugwump. Now? After all these revelations? I dare say he is a hidden Dark Lord. A puppet master of the worst kind. I am afraid what crimes will come to the surface, once we start digging into his past.

It is time for us to clean the mess our world is in right now. This century brought us one Dark Lord after another. We were following them like mindless sheep, dividing us into a light side and a dark, and putting relatives against each other, murdering our own.

Please, do not blindly believe everything that is written or said! Even this article! Check the facts out, and come to your own conclusion.

Yours truly: Xenophilius Lovegood.

Xxxxx

Wow! That was more than I anticipated. I handed the magazine to Daphne and Tracey, after reading it twice, Daphne asked me: "Dear? What are you going to stir up next? Telling the Centaurs divination is not real? Or to the Goblins Galleons are not important? I estimate two or three days and the whole world will know this story." Tracey added: "We need a new headmaster."

She passed the paper to Neville, Susan and Hannah were reading alongside. Neville commented: "Gran has a subscription to the Quibbler, and the board is meeting today. Harry? This is our first week at school… do I need to be worried for our future?"

I shrugged: "Nev, I am ruthless to my enemies, and try to be good to my friends. Everyone else? If they let me be in peace, I won't bother them. Hey! It looks like Dumbledore reads the Quibbler too!"

Dumbledore came to the table, I prepared for my defense, spreading my magic around me. Dumbledore: "Harry, are you responsible for this slander on my character?" I smiled at him: "Yes Albus, I wrote that letter. Tell me, if it is the truth, can you call it slander? By the way, my cloak that you stole from dad. I want it back immediately. Along with the rest you stole from my family." The whole school was following the discussion.

Dumbledore noticed his slip up: "Let us take this conversation to my office, Harry. And address me as Headmaster." I answered: "Then address me as Heir Potter, Albus, I will follow you to your office if you call Madam Bones to witness the talk. My head of House will be present also, maybe professor Flitwick as a neutral witness?"

Neville showed his Griffindor side: "Maybe after the board meeting Headmaster? If we are lucky we don't have to call you that again. Even if half of what is in this article is true, it makes you a monster." Way to go Nev! Dumbledore is getting bitch slapped by firsties! His plans are flowing away down the drain.

Mama Sprout stood behind Dumbledore: "I hope you are not planing something more stupid than you already have Albus. Leave my Badgers alone, and focus on your own problems, which you have plenty it seems." Dumbledore looked around, every Puff from fifth-year till seventh had wands in their hand. Loyalty paid off after all. He turned and stomped off.

I smiled at professor Sprout: "Hannah was right, Huffelypuff is the best." Hannah: "You do this on purpose you barbarian! It is Hufflepuff! You better wear the colors with pride Potter! Daphne, Tracey, see to it that he does." Both traitors smiled evilly and nodded.

Tonks said: "Never a dull moment with Harry, it is a good thing your hair is already gray Professor, or else Harry would be the cause of it."

Xxxxx

In my dorm, after breakfast, I dressed for the meeting in the three broomsticks. An idea popped in my head: "Can I speak with the Hogwarts head elf, please? It is important!" An old elf appeared: "Why does student Potter need to speak with Hoggy?"

I responded: "Well Hoggy, the current Headmaster has several items and heirlooms of my family in his possession at his office, items he even refuses to return. He probably is going to be fired today, if that happens, can you return all items of my family that are in this castle to Tapsy my head elf?"

Hoggy thought about it: "If Old whiskers is fired today, we be no more have to follow his commands. We be returning all to Tapsy." I took a risk and asked: "Can you return the wand also? It is a long-lost heirloom of my family." Hoggy looked at me for a long time: "Tapsy is telling us how you be treating them. We will return the wand." He popped away.

Yes! One step closer to freedom, fame, girls… dammed still too young for the fun stuff.

Xxxxx

Tonks guided me to the gates, where Sirius waited for us. The dog cleaned up nice, he looked almost human. He hugged me: "The menace of the wizarding world! My personal hero! Come, people are waiting. Hello Nymphadora, how was your first week?" She growled: "Fine up until you called me by my first name." I gave Tonks a one-arm hug and said: "Let it slide for today Dora, you can always get back at him with a rolled-up newspaper." Sirius barked at that: "Hey! Don't sass the dog!"

At the Three Broomsticks, Sirius led us into a meeting room, where Tonks parents were waiting. We settled down with some butterbeer, another wizarding horror, those things tasted as actual butter! Two major flaws of the wizarding world. No sense of taste and fashion… at all.

Sirius started: "On Harry's request, and to be honest, I should have thought about it myself, I welcomed Andromeda back into the Black family, and accepted House Tonks as a cadet line, Theodore Tonks agreed to that on the condition that you are ok with it Nymphadora. If not, we just accept Andy back into the family."

Tonks asked: "To form a cadet line, does that mean I have to marry a man who has to take my maiden name?" Theodore: "It is that or be a Consort with a line continue contract. It is an old magic tradition to spread the bloodlines, a tradition those purebloods neglected for too long."

Andromeda: "We used to do this centuries ago, to integrate muggle born's into our society. As our only child, you are our Heir supreme. It puts you in the same situation as Heir Greengrass and Heir Bones, who have already found their primary wife."

Tonks looked at me: "You knew all this?" I answered: "I asked Sirius to get your mother back into the Black family and to accept Tonks and you. I did not have a clue about cadet lines. The way I understand it is to look for a bloke that won't mind taking your name or partner up with a girl you won't mind sharing a husband and future with. The third option is to reject the cadet line. The cadet line has some benefits I guess?"

Sirius: "Children from a cadet line are automatically regarded as purebloods, the main family will fund the start-up for that line and support it for at least four generations. In return, the cadet line defers to the Main House, also for four generations."

Andromeda sighed: "There is a fourth option. Sirius is sterile due to his stay in Askaban or someone slipped him a potion. You can become Lady Black by marrying Heir Potter, and merge the cadet line back to the mainline."

Bloody fuck! My mind froze over. I have to defuse this trap! "Hold on! There is a fifth option! Mrs. Tonks can get pregnant with a boy, who will get the cadet line." Tonks glared at me: "I am not good enough for you Potter?" I shot back at her: "I haven't even reached puberty, Tonks! How can I even know how good you are." Hmm, rewind that sentence? Crap, that will go down the wrong way.

Tonks fumed: "You need to test me first? I am not that kind of girl Potter!" I looked at Sirius for help, that tosser was almost choking with laughter, Theodore too had a smile on his face, while Andromeda was looking sad.

She said: "Aunt Walburga was a vindictive bitch. When I was in St Mungos with you, they black-mailed a nurse to slip me a potion to sterilize me. It is a Black family recipe, so I knew who did it. The same potion can be used on men with a few modifications. So we are pretty certain Sirius got it in Askaban and who provided it."

I looked at Tonks: "Tonks… I have not a clue what to do or say. Daphne and Tracey made it clear to be willing to wait for me. Last school year, I witnessed enough teenage drama in school to be wary of it. Defining the future before you reach eighteen years is, at least in the muggle world, foolish. I don't know the customs and laws about it here to form an opinion."

Tonks: "About the time you make up your mind I'll be a twenty-four-year-old spinster."

I shrugged: "Most muggles find true love only after they are in their twenties, witches live decades longer than muggles, so what's the hurry? And you could find a good man, marry the bloke and have a couple of kids. Look can we agree to think about it? To say, at the end of this year?"

At that moment Tapsy popped in with my cloak: "Master Harry, Hoggy been giving Potter Heirlooms back to us. The cloak has a lot of nasty spells and tracking charms on it."

I smiled: "Tapsy, bring the cloak to Blooddagger and tell him to remove everything and take the fee in tenfold from Dumbledore's account. Here is the memory of me warning Dumbledore if he does not return it without removing them. Well, Sirius, Dumbledore is fired by the board. What are the odds of him keeping the mugwump gig?"

Sirius looked seriously at me: "Remind me to not get you angry at me pup, I might not survive it." Theodore: "That is a major shift in power. I am curious how the dark faction is going to react." I said: "Maybe they all shift to gray, not light or dark." We had lunch, said our goodbyes, and returned to the castle.

Xxxxx

Tonks dragged the girls into her room, Neville asked: "What happened? Are you in trouble?" I sighed and explained the situation. Neville grinned at my misery: "You have two Lordships, so you need two wives. One for Black and one for Potter, knowing Daphne, she needs to continue her line, so you have Tracey for Lady Potter and Daphne as Consort. So… Tonks for Lady Black? It would strengthen the bloodline and your claim on it."

I shot back: "Haha, laugh it up, buddy. Remember Hannah and Susan? That is Lady Longbottom and Consort written all over it. And you know Megan is interested in you too."

Neville's smile disappeared: "Merlin's saggy underpants! I did not see that coming. Harry, Gran is bloody hardcore traditional! I'll get a contract before Yule!" I nodded: "Welcome to the club mate. It is bloody complicated to be an Heir in this world. I hope there will be no other surprises."

Xxxxx

After an hour the girls returned, they all got a predatory look in their eyes. Daphne: "Harry, Neville, follow us please, now." We followed the girls to the seventh floor. Susan did the set-up for the room, we entered a cozy room with plenty of couches and a fireplace. She made the door disappear, we were trapped said Neville's looks and mine. Tonks got the short explanation of Rowena's room.

Susan started the talk: "Neville, Harry, do you have any idea what pressure there is on us? Each month there are several offers for a marriage contract for us. Now that we are showing that we are good at magic, our value goes up and the pressure on our parents increases a lot. It is only a week in school, but aunty said the offers doubled. We did our first spells silent and without wand movements! That is sixth-year level. There are enough that witnessed it and wrote to their parents."

Hannah: "What we are saying is that we need to be fast to choose our own future before our parents are being forced to marry us to some old pure-blood family."

Daphne summed it up: "We want marriage contracts between us. Hannah and Susan to Neville, Tracey, and I for Harry Potter, Tonks, and Megan for Harry Black. We can make the contracts so that we can cancel it mutually at sixteen years old. Once we have the contracts, the pure-bloods will back of."

Tonks: "It is a safety net Harry, it prevents the girls to be hunted by the pure-bloods, the pureblood pool is shrinking. Desperate families can do crazy things to get a pure-blood bride. Crabbe and Goyle for example, or nasty shits like Malfoy or Nott."

Megan: "It can be dangerous too, My sister Hestia's fiance got in a suspicious accident. She is an Auror trainee now, Aurors look after their own, so she is safe for now. I don't mind being connected to you Harry, or Neville if there was a free spot."

Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, here is the dark side of the wizarding world, feel free to look around, but please don't touch a thing.

Neville: "I'll owl Gran to set it up." He looked at me: "It is best I take the initiative before Gran does it for me. I happen to like Hannah and Susan, this way we will get to know each other better, and they are protected."

Daphne: "Now that Tonks is a cadet line, she will be viewed as a pureblood, and it is open season to get her. There is also the matter with Ginny Weasley. What are your plans with her?" Crap, I forgot all about her.

"Alright, I'll contact Uncle Percival and Sirius. But, the contracts need the option to get canceled, once the person canceling is checked on potions, spells or blackmail." Yeah right, I read Fan-fictions to you now. Those fucking contracts pop up all over the place in there. I am glad I don't follow my brothers' example and claim Slytherin and Gaunt by right of conquest. That is something to avoid.

I continued: "I have no clue to handle Ginny. I visited the Weasleys to see if they are good people or in league with Dumbledore. In my opinion, Arthur Weasley signed the contract in good faith. Ginny is been told from the moment she could walk that she is going to marry me, those Harry Potter books did not help either. I kind of like the girl and don't want her to get hurt, but honestly? I don't want to marry her." I felt kind of guilty because I used Ginny's contract as an excuse to get to the rat.

Daphne: "You have to settle that issue first before you get in another contract Harry. It can cause a feud otherwise."

Susan interrupted: "Enough! I want to have a swim today. Stand aside, everyone." She closed her eyes and a big pool appeared, with two rooms to change in. in the changing room were two swimming trunks with bloody Puff coloring. I grumbled at Neville: "Next time you set the room. If it is Hannah then I am going to run away."

The girls modernized, Tonks in a black and yellow bikini, the rest in a modest one-piece. All in bumblebee colors. Tonks: "This room is fantastic! We are so going to abuse it!"