They walked into Harry's bedroom, and sat on the bed.
"Harry? What was that out there? How did you do that? And what does your shirt say?" Tonks asked quickly, and all in one breathe.
"Firstly, Yes I'm Harry. Secondly, Magic or more specifically twisted and sopped up versions of the spell used to get the static charge off of socks. Thirdly, Magic. And Fourthly, What?" Harry replied, in five breathes mind you.
"Your shirt. Let me read it. It says 'Power boost: 5000 points, Wandless Skills: 500 points, Perfect Body: 500 points, saving the hot chick: Priceless.' What is that supposed to mean?"
While Tonks was reading his shirt Harry took the time to admire her chest. And by Admire her chest I mean read her shirt. 'She has the hots for you: 10 points, She wants you right now: 10 points, Fates help: 10 points, getting a hot girlfriend: Priceless.' Harry read, eye's opening wide in surprise.
"Tonks, What's on your shirt?" She looked down at her shirt.
"Oh, I got a mustered stain on my favorite pink blouse. Crap! But anyway what happened to you? You look like you're my age." Tonks gave him a questioning look.
"Tonks, when did you realize you were a metemorphmagi?"
"Around my Sixteenth birthday and don't change the topic."
"Well on my sixteenth birthday, some guy pulled me on to a parallel plane of existence and gave me an extra Five years to study for the upcoming conflict with MoldieShorts."
"Oh. Well then. That would explain the maturing of your body and probably of your mind and magic as well. Wait! That would make you Twenty-One right? So there is nothing preventing me from doing this."
'God She excepted that fast.'
Tonks grabbed the side of Harry's head and kissed him forcefully. And like any red blood British boy he was shocked for a moment before responded in kind. She pushed him back onto the bed never breaking the kiss. She slowly moved her hands down his chest. As he moved his hands to her perfect ass it started to talk.
"Tonks? Tonks, are you there? We have a really big problem." The voice of Albus Dumbldore came out of Tonk's rear.
She reached down to her pocket and pulled out a golden medallion with a Phoenix engraved into it.
"Albus I'm here, what's the problem?" She said into the medallion, finger pressing in on the engraving.
"Voldemort has mounted a large scale attack on the Yorkshire area, no death eaters, no dementors, just infiri. Deal with as many as you can. We can't do any thing until the house unseals itself. It seams that only the new lord black can unseal it. Good Luck." The transmission ended and Tonks turned to Harry.
"What do we do?" She looked at him her face desperate.
"Pack" All Harry's stuff flew into Harry's trunk. He shrunk it and slipped it into his pocket. "We go help." Harry grabbed her hand and silently disappeared.