Harry Potter: Return of the Death Walker

by WhiteDevilMGN

After a thousand Years of death and isolation Harry Potter will perform a ritual on his search of peace and slumber only to return back to when it all began. With knowledge and experience no ten year old should possess and his memories in a jumble Harry must ready himself and the world for the War that is to come. Further plot to be detailed inside. Lemon Multi:Harry

16. Chapter 16 :: A Friend in the Bath

Sorry for the errors, yes, the grammar is likely to suck, but I got the movement right now and don't want to fall off it. Enjoy, review, and if my writing sucks, how did you make it this far?

Note: I haven't run this through my second editor so errors might be prominent.

Warning: lemon scene; unintentional voyeurism inbound

Book I :: Chapter 16 :: A Friend in the Bath

Daphne's frustration only grew more as her friend Tracey Davis followed after he all the while struggling to stifle her giggles of amusement as her beloved childhood friend stormed through the halls of Hogwarts in a huff. Daphne kept sending her glares each time the humor of the situation breached the cold air.

She was downright livid and for the life of her couldn't contemplate what Tracey found so amusing about it.

Seriously, how hard was it to corner a single eleven-year-old boy. Up until then Daphne had thought of Harry Potter as little more than a small curiosity. A Gryffindor in Slytherin green undeserving of her attention or the attention he received. He was just a boy who was sorted into Slytherin and didn't fit the mold of a Slytherin and should have been resorted the moment he was sorted. He was a pathetic, weak, oddball, silent, hardworking, mysterious, cute… irritating boy not worthy of her time. Nothing more nothing less.

Tracey laughed abruptly as Daphne's cheeks went pink upon thing of Harry as cute. She glared at her friend who seeing this abruptly shut up trying not to break out laughing again.

"Lighten up Daph, it's not like this isn't completely bad. You now have an excuse to talk with him." Tracey stated lazily, her wide smirking and knowing grin annoyed Daphne immensely. She couldn't rebuke her comment either. She wasn't wrong.

She did have an excuse now thanks to her own less than stellar potions work. Especially now that it was beginning to become a threat to her health. As a Greengrass she had an obligation to uphold the standards in her family, potions included.

Already half way through the year and her potion grade was only being kept afloat by the bias of her head of house. Even passing, her current grade wouldn't fly in the face of her father.

At Madam Pomfrey's suggestion they decided to go to Harry for help.

It was no secret that Potter was starting to become something of a big deal around the school. Word had long spread about the boy's talent for the art of Potions as well as his power as a wizard.

What caught her attention was how in the span of a few months he had split the unity of Slytherin house in half behind the scenes and she wasn't even sure Harry knew that he had.

Slytherin was slowly splitting into two parties and although in the house everyone united and obeyed those of the Darkest families thanks to the cruel traditions of Slytherin House. Slytherin was united by power, and those without power fell at the heels of those that did. That tradition, that lineage of cruelty and suffering was now threatened by an eleven-year-old boy.

After the sorting it became quickly clear to all in the house that Harry Potter wasn't average by a long shot. Somehow Harry had avoided the Right of Passage that was forced upon all Slytherin first years with some unknown magical protection that to this day no student, first or seventh could break. Even now, not one Slytherin knew what Potters room looked like.

Then he showed the whole school the power he wielded by putting their head of house in the hospital. How that didn't cause a scandal, Daphne could only assume that the Headmaster was involved somehow.

Then upon the Potion Master's return, showed everyone his proficiency in potions. At first no one would have considered it a big deal. At least not until a seventh year Hufflepuff, Tonks, Daphne thought her name was, started boasting about how amazing Harry was at potions.

But that wasn't why Daphne had an interest in Harry Potter. It was his speech that caught her attention. He publicly told everyone within ear shot, essentially that Slytherin house had long since lost sight of its origins and that he would stand alone as the only true Slytherin.

While Daphne wasn't really interested in any of that it did provide a choice. Living in Slytherin was no longer simply a matter of obeying Malfoy or the other darker families. Now there was a chance for a different fate. However, she wasn't interested in following or letting anyone harm those she loved.

Truthfully, she hated it. She hated all of Slytherin. She hated what they represented and what they to that day attempted to do to her and her friend. Worst of all was the looming fear of what they would do to her sister if she didn't stop them or find a way to protect her.

And that was were her interests began. Indeed, siding with Potter was a better proposition then aligning with Malfoy. However, she needed to be sure, and she needed a way in to figure him out.

Until now she didn't have an excuse to expose herself without doing harm to her image. She now had a reason to reach out to him and her inability to reach him was becoming an annoyance.

He wasn't friendly with many others and he kept his distance from other Slytherin's. This fact left Daphne to believe trapping him and cornering him somewhere to force an agreement of some kind. If she did, there was little chance anyone would hear of her need for help which would damage her rep and his potion skills was even acknowledged by their Head of House, unofficially. To the public she would simply be exploiting his skills, while socially dodging any repercussions from the Malfoy faction and building a connection with Potter.

After looking into it, Daphne admitted reluctantly that the boy had talent with potions. He always finished and produced droughts that made even Snape conclude that they were good enough for the Head Healer to use. Professor Snape would normally give out fruitless compliments to his house. The irony of that was not lost on her. That the professor's lack of criticisms or compliments towards Harry's work was in essence the most honest praise anyone could receive from the man.

Naturally using Potions as her excuse to get close to him was the best method for her to work with. She wouldn't however allow herself to be caught dead asking him for help and she'd damn no allow him any ground in devising a contract. She wouldn't be exploited, no, she'd be using him not the other way around.

As a natural conclusion born of her thought processes, Daphne concluded that she should lay in wait to catch Harry off guard and 'persuade' him into helping them, much like any Slytherin would.

That plan, her plan. Was failing spectacularly.

Horribly even.

It was slowly driving her insane. Catch him off guard? The damn boy was more slippery then a Quaffle greased with oil from Professor Snape's hair.

She would watch him enter the Dormitories and never leave, yet mysteriously end up in the Great Hall without ever leaving the room. He would be walking down a dead-end corridor and after turning a corner would disappear completely. Heading up to the seventh-floor hallway he would vanish without a trace and then mysteriously be reading a book in the Library. Books, mind you, she did not recall seeing before in the library.

She was so frustrated at this that she even started stalking the Twins who seemed to always know where people were any given time. A task that was both harder and more embarrassing then she'd like to admit.

On one of their more pleasant and successful evenings, when she and Tracey decided to go after Harry by following the Twins, the Twins made their way to the third floor before spontaneously turning around back the way they came towards the sixth floor and then again turning around once more towards the great hall. Daphne wanted to pull her hair out after realizing what this meant.

Marlin's Beard, Harry Potter was even confusing to the infamous red devils of Gryffindor and it was driving her insane. Though they did find him eventually, but it was always in a public setting.

She was at her wits end. How was Harry Potter so damn elusive?

The night after Christmas she watched the Common Room door open and close and came to the conclusion that Harry must have owned an invisibility cloak. Placing several detections charms she had hoped to catch him since such a cloak only rendered one unseen, not untouchable or untraceable.

Tracey laughed as the spells failed spectacularly when the entrance to the Snake Pit opened and closed either signifying Harry's getaway or some error in the entrance's magics.

She even – much to her great amazement, displeasure, and embarrassment – snuck into the boy's bathroom in hopes of catching him in the middle of the night. She unfortunately was rewarded with several sleepless nights and Harry Potter having escaped to some other region of the castle.

His room was another thing. She had heard talk amongst the seniors that Harry Potter was becoming a problem since he seemed untouchable. The latter fact which was beginning to be picked up by her fellow first years and a fact Daphne was only now starting to grasp the full extent of.

No Wards, no protections, no defenses to protect himself from the cruelty that was the traditions of the Slytherin hierarchy. And yet there was some kind of magic that made entering his room impossible.

She herself had placed almost ever magic and rune she knew of from her family magics to protect herself and Tracey and even then, they both suffered occasionally. It was really only thanks to who her father was that she remained relatively untouched. Yet she too still suffered. She wasn't untouchable. Thanks to her heritage she could retaliate with minimal reprisal but only just. Harry however… he was something else.

It only stoked and infuriated her more as Harry himself acted as if he was oblivious to what was happening around him; like he didn't even have to try to be untouchable.

As far as she could tell, Harry had not yet suffered or even had any knowledge of the Slytherin baptism that all first years suffered. For the first time in history of their house, a first year was well on his way to not being christened into Slytherin house. To add further insult he proclaimed himself the only true Slytherin who would never follow the traditions that had become accepted as the norm.

She and Tracey had learned firsthand upon their arrival to fear those in power. Slytherin house was called the Snake pit for a reason. Only those with power and powerful friends were safe there and safe was a word used loosely. While she got out of the first night with but a mild cursing session, Tracey was not as lucky.

Her purity was lost that day and she had been humiliated that night. The cruelty of magic was that the evidence had been removed by those who considered themselves untouchable. Worse, medically speaking it could be written off as unintentional or a magical mishap.

Money? Politics? none of that was even needed to cover their arses.

Daphne cringed as she recalled the tradition in full.

She had heard of it, warned really, by her father. He had told her that Slytherin was a cruel place for those without peerage. Those who were half-blood or muggleborn were unofficially tortured, taught to fear and grovel underneath the heels of those pureblood idealist like Draco.

The lucky ones would get away with a terrifying night of light or mild curses that were planned and chosen explicitly for their ability to be explained away or hidden. The less lucky would by marked for life and humiliated, used like a rag doll and reminded that they would break, that they would always break.

Tracey was one such person.

Daphne had cursed herself for her carelessness that night. Her joyful and happy girlfriend died that night and closed off her heart completely. Daphne obliviated that night from Tracey's memory in hopes of saving her.

Never did Daphne thank her mother more so then that night for blessing her with her skill in charms.

It worked. Tracey didn't remember a thing and returned to how she was before. So long as she didn't let her guard down again, Tracey would never have to suffer that again. Daphne would however and she would remember her failure.

Her father had warned her but only now did she realize how completely uninformed she was. She didn't take it seriously enough. That night Daphne wasn't the only one to die, that shy gentle girl she once was, was now replaced by a cold and icey girl.

She would not trust anyone else again and she would remain on edge until the girls left the damned dungeons. Taking precautions, she invited Tracey into her dorm room and there the two stayed. Under her protection and her family wards Tracey was safe and Daphne began the arduous process of becoming untouchable.

Thus, born was Daphne Greengrass, the pureblood princess known by some as the Ice Queen of Slytherin. Cold, calculative, and unreadable. With years of upbringing as a pureblood and noble, she would make herself known as someone you didn't touch.

She would protect herself and Tracey by making herself unapproachable, cold. While it wasn't perfect, and there were flaws, that was the best she had.

Harry Potter however seemed to be untouchable in the literal sense of the term. If anyone was deserving the title of the untouchable snake, Harry Potter was quickly climbing to first place.

Her inability to corner him filled her with a sense of powerlessness and that was a feeling she hated more than anything. A feeling their fellow seniors seemed to be experiencing as well.

Walking down the hall ahead of them Professor Sprout and a middle-aged man with bright red hair walked down the hall. Daphne and Tracey both heard mention of Harry as they passed.

Daphne groaned as Tracey snickered next to her.

"Looks like we're not the only one's after Harry Potter." she chuckled out, amused at the unorthodox situation the two Slytherins found themselves in. Daphne looked down the hall the two adults came from and spotted several six and two seventh year Slytherins all proceeding after the two adults stealthily.

"So, it seems." Daphne stated coldly, trying her upmost to conceal her irritation. It looked like their seniors were no longer going to sit idle any longer.

If their faces where anything to go by, Harry Potter was about to get a crash course introduction that Tracey received that first night, with interest.

Daphne sighed in exasperation. "Damn you Potter. You're turning Slytherin House into knock-off Gryffindors." she spat out as she went after them. Tracey was holding back her own mirth.

"They're not the only ones." she sang cheerfully.

oOoOoOo

'Harry! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I, fuck... It wasn't on purpose. I just sorta... it, I mean, I just sorta..." Tonks managed to get out, completely flustered as she made to clean the mess on Harry. Harry just swatted her away before she touched the mess she made.

"Its fine Nymphy." Harry said ignoring the momentary glare the name got him. "It was my fault for not keeping an eye out. I was too focused on what we were doing instead of what you were doing." Harry rationalized as he wiped a cloth over his shirt.

"What do you mean keeping an eye on me?" Tonks asked scandalized.

"Well you are clumsy." Harry countered. Tonks had to admit that was the logical thing to do in hindsight.

"Damn this is sticky" he muttered as he tried and failed to wipe the sticky mess off his shirt. Pulling it off over his head Harry chose to simply removed the whole problem rather than try to clean it with him in it. Tonks bit her lips going over what had just happened still blaming herself.

The two jumped as the doors to the abandoned classroom opened up. To Tonks's horror one of the people standing there in the doorway was Professor Sprout who now had a look of both reddening embarrassment and dismay that quickly shifted to one of anger. "Ms Tonks!" the portly professor shouted while the man she was with seemed more unsettled then horrified.

The view was quite a sight. Harry was standing topless drenched in a semi white gooey liquid while Tonks's lower half was covered in a similar way.

Tonks's hair turned pale at the same time her face did. "Professor it's not what it looks like!" she stammered out. Harry couldn't contain the mirth he received from that statement and let out a choked laugh that cause Tonks to glare at him.

Harry avoided eye contact with her returning to ringing out his shirt. Now that he thought about it, he now understood the situation and laughed out loud in agreement, "Yeah, it's not as sexy when you realize this white stuff is fermented alihotsy sap."

The calmness and mirthful way Harry described it cause Professor Sprout to pause for a moment and take in the surroundings. The overturned shattered vials of white goo, the bubbling cauldron that was clear yet had a crisp green seaweed color with; the contents possessing a texture similar to half done jello. Harry calmly and currently disposing of the wasted shirt that was contaminated by the now oxidizing and foul smell of alihotsy sap.

With a blush, realizing she had jump to assumptions Professor Sprout apologized to Tonks who in turn gave Harry a look of appreciation. "Forgive me Ms. Tonks, Mr. Potter, for jumping to conclusions. You both caught me off guard." the professor stated with a hint of shame.

"No worries Professor. Though usually it's the girl who get colored in white. To be honest I should have been better prepared for the mess we could make when going at it." Harry said confidently. The intentional innuendo was not lost on anyone in the room. The adults looked scandalized, but the joke did ease the feeling of impending doom in the room. Professor Sprout also caught wind at the truth of his joke as well as its intended meaning.

The unique aroma of the fermented un-oxidized alihotsy sap usually caused girls, not guys, to fumble it. She herself had watched on several occasions the failings of properly managing this particular potion ingredient which left the girls in question covered in a staining smelly goo that ruined their cloths. Since men didn't react to the aroma as much it was uncommon for them to slip up.

"Mr. Potter behave yourself please. You have a guest who wishes to speak with you." Professor Sprout stated trying to regain composure over the situation. Turning to gesture to her guest she introduced, "This is –"

"Mr. Weasley." Harry interrupted before chuckling at the shocked look of Mr. Weasley. "Sorry, it's the hair. I can see where Fred and George get it from."

Harry though hesitant, shook Mr. Weasley's out stretched hand. "I wasn't expecting to meet with you for some time." Harry said coolly with a fake but all the same sincere smile.

Mr. Weasley was surprised at how polite yet confident the boy was. The slight reluctance to shake his hand was also not missed upon the father of seven. "A pleasure to meet you in person, Harry."

Harry nodded. "How is Ginny doing? Is she feeling any better?"

Arthur Weasley nodded a smiled. "Yes, she's doing better. She won't say what caused her to break down like she did, but she is doing much better than before."

Arthur turned his head almost as if he couldn't look Harry directly in the eye. "Although she isn't quite as happy as she was previously. She looks almost conflicted about something."

Harry felt a weight fall in his stomach. "Do you know why that is?"

Arthur shook his head. "No, acturally I was hoping to ask if you knew anything else or if you might know what might be weighing on her mind."

Harry shook his head morbidly. "With all due respect Mr. Weasley, I've only been chatting with your daughter through letters for a handful of months. If you don't know why she's acting like this then how would I know?"

Arthur Weasley just nodded in defeat. "Yes, you absolutely right." Harry looked at the man and even as he said those words it looked as if the man aged right before him.

"Tell me, do you know of anything that might have caused my daughter too." He began to ask but was cut off abruptly by Harry.

"Mr. Weasley everything, I know of I sent to you in that letter. I even went into the library to review my notes. My gift to your daughter was just that, a gift, and many other children came into contact with it before I sent it to her. I don't know why Ginny suffered a mental break down. So please, do not suspect that I am withholding something from you as I have no idea what caused it."

"What if something else caused the reaction?"

Harry and Arthur turned to Professor Sprout who pitched in the idea. Arthur confused at her statement could only ask for clarification. "What do you mean by something else?"

Harry however mood darkened quickly as his eye's sharpened.

"You're referring to that aren't you."

Arthur looked back at Harry with a raised eyebrow. He remained silent as he waited to ask himself what appeared to have them on edge.

Professor Sprout suddenly froze as she realized what she had just said aloud. Glancing quickly between Mr. Weasley and Tonks she turned slightly pale. "No, its nothing…" she began to mutter out as she tried to backtrack out from that line of discussion.

"No, it isn't." Harry firmly spat out his rampant legilimency picking up on her emotional state. Fear, anxiety, distrust, concern, doubt, all of these thoughts lingered just beneath the surface.

"Do go on. Tell me how that could have had anything to do with it, I'm eager to hear your reasoning." Although his words came out a curt and aggressive, Harry sincerely wanted to know if it was possible. When she remained, quiet Harry knew she wouldn't speak freely and released his mental barriers to freely use Legilimency to understand the Professors thoughts.

What he was greeted with was a memory of Albus back during Halloween warning all the Professors to not speak of his condition. He saw glimpses of the arguments regarding him and his presence within the school. How several teachers, Professor Sprout amongst them, showing concern and doubt about his enrollment here. He saw how several others, McGonagall and Professor Flitwick included defended him as a person and student. From her eyes he watched Albus Dumbledore perform a silent compulsion upon the other teachers in a similar manner to his own method to quell the arguments.

Both angered and happy, respectively by the words of those against him, and by the defense of those who acknowledged him Harry returned his focus to the Professor before him. Within her mind a speculation that a portion of Harry's Obscurus might have melded with the snitch causing Ginny harm. A fruitless speculation born of her own worries and superstitions that he was a threat to the students. Harry wasn't sure if he should be angered more by this or proud of her concern for the students.

This debate was quelled mercilessly at how McGonagall wouldn't have responded like that at all. "Please Professor," Harry managed to grind out through his teeth, "Tell me how my condition could possible have effected Ginny without KILLING me." He stated nearly shouting that point that medically any portion of the Obscurus separating from him would cause the entirety of his magic to be ripped from him in quite a lethal manner.

"What are you two referring too?"

The two turned to look at Mr. Weasley who the two had forgotten was also present.

"That is, um, perhaps we should continue this conversation in private." Professor Sprout muttered out as she realized how close to revealing Harry's condition she had come to doing.

Tonks nearly forgotten to those present listened and watched with both curiosity and concern. A part of her was listening to get some juicy gossip to use on Harry however the sudden morbid turn in their discussion was starting to concern her.

A part of her was worried and judging from her Head of House's reaction something was clearly wrong. However, what worried her was whatever this 'condition' Harry had was. At first, she speculated if his condition was medical. When the idea that Harry was a lycanthrope Tonks considered voicing her own opinions. However, upon thinking about it, Harry being a werewolf was impossible as not of the realizable signs existed.

Her Hufflepuff side was in full drive trying to piece the pieces together, both wanting to support and help Harry who she now considered one if not her best friend within the school. Yet on the other hand knew she felt that she should leave before she heard something she shouldn't.

The mood alone and selective words told her that this was private. So, it was a shock to her as much as it was to Mr. Weasley when Harry interjected.

"No Professor. You will tell me how my condition, my magic, could have possibly been responsible when it has yet to effect anyone else with the exception of Hermione!"

Something felt off when Tonks saw the look her Head of House presented. She wasn't quite sure what was off, but this didn't seem like her professor. The concern in her eye she could understand but the look of worry and resistance in her eyes felt off. Similarly, Harry was showing a side she'd never seen before. He wasn't out right yelling, but between the killing curse gaze he was directing at the two adults and his contrasting calm composure was terrifying. While he wasn't exactly quiet, Tonks was starting to wonder if this was what people called a calm rage.

"Its not like I'm keeping it a secret, and its already been identified that I am not a threat. Or do you doubt the professionalism of St. Mungo's finest?" Harry barked our harshly at Professor Sprout. "If your going to talk about it, why not right here? It's not like it's a secret now is it?"

Professor Spout looked as if all the water had vanished beneath her boat.

"B-but... even if you don't consider it a secret Potter." she tried to reason, "if word got out the wizarding world would –" she stuttered out but froze when her eyes met squarely with Tonks's.

At the sight of her students questioning gaze Professor Sprout managed to regain some of her own composure and continued speaking in a calm manner.

"Albus insisted that no one outside of this school's faculty knows what your condition is for your own good."

Harry's own composure burned up instantly at this statement. Not only did it state that once again the old man was meddling in his affairs, but Professor Sprout, the head of Tonks's own house, had just insinuated that Tonks, someone he trusted completely was a potential snitch.

The damn burst with a roar of outrage. "IT'S NOT A SECRET IF EVERY TEACHER IN THIS SCHOOL KNOWS PROFESSOR!" Harry shouted in a firework's display of rage. "AND THERE ARE SEVERAL TEACHERS HERE THAT DON'T NEED TO BE IN THE KNOW, PROFESSOR!" As quickly as it appeared, Harry's anger vanished in front of their eyes as he recollected his thoughts. Calm only to an inch of rationality, he was still enraged enough to retaliate at the focus of his anger. A fact that was reflected in the palpable waves of magic surging around him. Yet despite his rage, Harry's experience in battle still held firmly onto his magics.

To the rest in the room, Harry's anger called out and demanded their silence. It felt like minutes for all three individuals but for that one second after his outburst Harry had regained his control over his emotions.

"Professor, Nymphy is a close and loyal friend." He stated calmly even as his words dripped with a venom that reached even his eyes. "Don't insult her by thinking she'd talk about my condition as readily as you would eat breakfast. If you're concerned, that having this discussion here will result in her breaking Albus's desire to keep my life secret then I'll solve that problem right now. After you talk, and after you leave, I'll tell her exactly what I am and what has been done to me. So, you might as well kill those thoughts and either tell me how my being an Obscurus could harm Ginny or be silent and go about your business." Harry said contumaciously, his emerald green eyes glaring. The sharp intake of air from Tonks was missed by everyone as Professor Sprout lost all color in her face and Mr. Weasley went just as equally pale.

Trying to keep his condition a secret was his choice but having others try to keep it secret reminded him closely of Dumbledore. A fact that was very unsettling to Harry.

"Potter," The squat teacher managed to squeak out, "This isn't something for you to decide recklessly. If word gets out it will only cause problems for you."

Harry felt much more at ease as his legilimency picked up the Teachers concern. True to her caring reputation, her words only spoke of her concern for his wellbeing. However, Harry knew that that concern wasn't something for her to decide.

"Your wrong professor. It isn't about what problems people finding out will cause me, it's about what problems the headmaster might encounter if people find out." Harry explained.

know I don't blame you for caring enough to try." Harry stated as he walked away. "Tell Albus that it isn't up for him to decide who I trust with this information. I don't care if the wizarding world learns that I'm an Obscurial or not. I know in the long run it will only cause problems since the world isn't kind to those who are different.

Harry turned around his eyes flaring up once more. "But don't ever suggest that Nymphy is untrustworthy, again!" Harry roared out, his magic flaring causing several glass vials to explode.

Turning to look in surprise at the vials shattering Harry recoiled his magic and quickly recomposed himself to hide his surprise mishandling of his magic.

Tonks let out a sharp intake of air at Harry's words. A smile threatening to stretch across her face was shattered and replaced with shear shock and dismay.

Harry was an Obscurial. This thought rattled endlessly in Tonks's head as she contemplated this truth.

Tonks shook her head in disbelief. That should, couldn't be true. She had been with Harry for an entire semester and Harry was as fun and normal as they came. He was a bit withdrawn, and stubborn, but not closed minded. At times he was funny and others serious. He was kind and accepted her for who she was and didn't look at her as just some unique ability to be exploited. And he didn't just ignore that side of her either, he'd tease and make fun of her shapeshifting gift which others avoided talking about just because they 'wanted to see her as her'. What a joke that was.

What's more is he was someone who could relate to her and usually did. When he was around, she was just Tonks, even though he always teased her by calling her Nymphy, and he was just Harry.

No fame, no metamorphmagus trophy, they were just… themselves. Being with him was sometimes strange since being around him felt like she was handing around someone as old if not older then herself. He joked with her, teased her, but never belittled or coerced her to do something she didn't want to. A downright wizard at potions, and her sore chest a constant indication of his prowess at dueling to boot.

And now she had to accept that within him was a chaos inducing magic parasite that could easily have the destructive power of a top tier XXXXX monster.

That, she could except. The thought that he was going to die soon, down right terrified her. Obscurials didn't live long, most became deceased at the ripe age of eight. Tonks didn't know of any cases were an Obscurial lived past the age of twelve, not that she was well versed in the subject.

Mr. Weasley was in a similar state of disbelief. The boy's magic alone was amazing, but the fact the boy was an Obscurial was… well it was impossible. The whole of the wizarding world knew that Harry was under the care and watch of the greatest wizard of their time, Albus Dumbledore. Protected and kept safe away from the harmful elements within their society that escaped justice.

The implications were needless to say, grim. At best Albus had neglected to uphold his duties as Harry's magical guardian. At worst… Arthur couldn't even begin to accept or imagine the worst possible outcome. His mind was now racing as he tried to rationalize what he should do. He had just found out a student at Hogwarts possessed an Obscurus and worse that the teachers knew and as far as he new did not inform the ministry of this.

Even as his mind raced trying to find answers to the questions in his mind, Harry was already acting on his own decisions. Grabbing Tonks's hand, he led her out of the potion room while the two adults remained standing in shock. Seeing the inner turmoil within Arthur Weasley Harry simply turned to Professor Sprout and using his new knowledge of compulsion magic decided to test it out, seeing as it was a prime opportunity to do so.

Firmly staring into her eyes Harry cast the magic as he usually did this time focusing on what she would do in this situation. As her mind raced between the students, Harry himself, and Albus's orders, Harry focused on the latter which seemed to have an unusual weight within her mind.

It didn't take Harry long at all to recognize the presence of an already existent compulsion charm. Looking at it from hindsight that would make sense. Professor Sprout was well known for her caring and fair nature. Now that he considered the whole encounter, her behavior was very strange. Unnecessarily obstinate regarding his condition and the narrow-minded focus on Albus's orders… the signs were there.

"So, I'm not the only one he's manipulation," Harry contemplated silently as he looked into her eyes.

"Go tell Albus that I've made my decision."

Harry watched as the two spells piggy-backed off each other. His words, reinforced by the compulsion magic placed by who he could only assumed was the Headmaster, compelling her to return to Albus. The easy at which it succeeded astounded Harry.

The notes he read regarding compulsion charms were accurate, in fact it almost seemed like the books were wrong as the easy by which he succeeded at that the practical application was large in part too easy.

Pulling Tonks with him Harry decided to leave before a rational thought could grace the presence of his current company. As he made his way to the door he knew now that Albus Dumbledore was going to be a thorn in his life. The man was far to involved to be simply good natured and the shadiness of his interactions begged for a greater investigation to be performed.

At the very least regardless of how this undesired confrontation played out Harry could let a breath of fresh air out that no one would learn of his condition after this.

After all, he knew that one way or another his condition wasn't going to spread because if he had learned anything at all about this Albus Dumbledore, it was that he clearly didn't want his condition to be learned of.

It was a good thing too, since honestly Harry didn't want it known yet either. While Harry was still uncertain and, on the fence, as to what to do with the Albus Dumbledore before him, he certainly wanted to keep a few truths that could be used against him kept away for another day.

If the man was anything like the one he knew from the war, Harry knew he'd have to deal with him sooner rather than later. While he might not have started the war, Albus Dumbledore had certainly turned it into the nightmare that destroyed everything. Whether this was because he gave the surviving wizards the means to fight back which increased the death toll was irrelevant. He'd kill him if only to prevent the needless deaths of millions and the creation of a world of ash and death.

The problem was it was like comparing an aged dragon with a killing curse. One might kill you the other certainly will, but the former might also just ignore you or leave you alone.

The two were powerful wizards yes, but just from his few encounters the two couldn't have been more different. The one living in the castle worked form the shadows and used plots, schemes, and plans. And while the one Harry fought time and time again, did use plans and did plot schemes he was far more open, load, public with his plans.

One was quiet, calm and never seemed to rise to anger, while the other was brash, bold, boisterous, and Harry didn't know of a single moment when he mocked the man and didn't get a rise from him.

With his hand firmly encompassing Tonks's he pulled her behind him and away from the dismayed Professor, and slowly panicking Arthur Weasley. The man seemed to realize that that whatever Albus was selling them wasn't as fresh as he first thought it to be. Harry smiled as he glanced against the man's mind. Thought regarding Harry's wellbeing, his kindness, and concern for Ginny flashed across his mind along with an almost mantra repetition of how could Albus let something like that happen and tell no one.

Harry felt his smile return as he caught the glimpse of the kindness that was Arthur Weasley.

Tonks simply followed Harry's lead as she mindlessly followed him as she racked her brain around the bombshell that Harry had just dropped on her. All the while she begged Harry who was also lost in thought, rearranging and working to understand exactly what had transpired, to explain to her, to tell her anything, something, that he wasn't going to die.

Even as they continued to travel through the deserted corridor, the warmth and grip of his hand stood out. A constant reminder that he was still Harry, still concerned, kind, and at the end of the day a leader above all else, even when he didn't want to be.

She still called to him, worried over his condition and wanting answers, but at the same time a lingering desire to just stay like this with him whelmed her.

It wasn't until they were four floors away from the fifth-floor potion room that they used that Harry's mind quieted enough to take note of Tonk's attempts to get his attention. Harry let go of her quickly realizing he had been dragging her the entire time spouted his apologized like a faucet.

"Sorry Nymphy, I didn't hear you. I was caught up in my thoughts and I got upset. I'm really sorry, I didn't even realize I was still dragging you with me, and I, well, I'm sorry." Harry apologized all while she rubbed her wrist trying to retain subconsciously the lingerer pressure.

Harry had a really strong grip. He cheeks heated up slightly at the thought of him with more muscle.

Tonks shook her head still in a slight daze, her light red hair turning backing into its standard bubblegum pink. "That's fine, but I need to know... about what you said. Was what you said true?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah, of course I meant it. You're fun to be around and your loyal beyond question."

"NO!" Tonks shouted. "That's not what I meant!"

She paused to catch her breath. Harry watched as her eyes fluttered every which way, trying to avoid directly gazing into his own. Her whole image of Harry being the perfect normal accepting friend was shattered and she was desperately trying to hold herself together. She shuffled uncomfortably, her nervousness visible. In an uncertain tone she asked quietly, "Are you really..."

Harry frowned. He knew what she was asking thought he didn't like it. Even though he didn't really want to go into the details as to how, he was planning on telling her that he was an Obscurial. Hell, he had already made plans to tell the Twins.

Sighing Harry nodded slowly, hesitant to face the consequence. "Better bite the bullet while the gun was still smoking" he reminded himself.

"Yeah... I have an Obscurus inside of me."

The color and breath Tonks was holding drained away with all the energy of a sad whimper. She looked at Harry with eyes that shifted from sorrow, to pity before returning to something akin to pain. Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself and shook her head both in fear and concern.

"But can't they remove it or..." she asked, her voice failing as she went. Harry nodded but didn't smile. Obscurus were in essence magical distruction incarnate. Born from the self-hate and fear associated with one's magic. Their very nature as an entity invited pain and suffering to their hosts and his situation was unusual for a victim. If his situation was as simple as that, Harry knew he'd likely die if it wasn't extracted.

But nothing was ever simple with Harry. He survived his outburst only thanks to a sudden increase in his own magic. Normally when an they burst out, the host would die. Instead Harry's magic clung to it and practically merged with the damned thing.

Lucky him, Harry thought to himself sarcastically.

"They tried to remove it, but they said it was ingrained in my magic or something. They even called Newt Scamander – an expert I think – to check on me." Harry said with half a heart.

Tonks hair was now a morbid grayish tone turning whitish. It made he look like old age had set in adding a morbid fifty years of depression to her otherwise vibrant appearance.

"So yeah, apparently it's tightly intertwined with my magic." Harry explained.

"So, it can't be extracted without you losing your magic." Tonks stated.

It wasn't a question but a confirmation. Harry shook his head, but it was in confirmation that her own understanding was correct.

"Try losing my life." Harry replied.

In truth it was not so much intertwined or merged with his magic so much as his own magic was suppressing the Obscurus, crushing it into submission. The difference being one was binding while the other restricting. The Obscurus wasn't locked away or contained but bound by his magic. It was crushed, weighed down and limited. Incapable of moving or doing harm even should it manage to get out. This difference was key, but Harry didn't think it was important to tell Tonks that.

Smiling to try to lighten the mood Harry added, "It's not like I'm a threat or anything. They didn't put me down, so it's not that big of a deal."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT A BIG DEAL!?" Tonks shouted causing Harry to cover his ears and glare at her. For a moment her anger boiled over but quickly simmered under Harry's gaze. Frowning and looking down with remorse she spoke in but a whisper.

"Harry it is a big deal I mean, you had to have suffered a lot to become an Obscurial. It's not like me who was born a metamorphmagus..."

Harry nodded in agreement. The worse part about it was how he became an Obscurial after all.

"Yeah it is different, but both are beyond our control and neither is a threat to others but ourselves. If I lose control and go berserk, the ministry will put me down regardless of if I'm a threat. If you make a mistake with a transformation you could seriously hurt yourself." Harry interjected quietly.

Tonks cringed at the nonchalant manner that Harry referred to his own mortality.

"It's not the same Harry. Metamorphmagus can change their appearance but there are limits. If we do something we can't or shouldn't do, our bodies will revert back to normal. It's completely different. An Obscurus is a parasite, it feeds off its host's magic. It's not a part of you and its sole response to the world is to lash out, to destroy... to kill you…" Tonks spoke aloud until she trailed off at the final conclusion of Harry's likely fate was in her eyes.

Harry stood there surprised. Not from her earlier outburst, but because she was now calm and collected again; thinking rationally.

Where girls always that spontaneous with their emotions? Harry shook the question out of his head. Boy was he lucky if they were that he chose to accept Ginny and Hermione into his life. At least they were easy to follow and not as wild emotionally.

"I – I didn't know that." Harry admitted. He smiled and looked into Tonk's worried eyes and they shimmered back. "Metamorphmagus really are amazing if they can subconsciously protect themselves."

Although blushing Tonks shook her head. "Harry that's not the point –" she started but was cut off.

"I know but you don't know everything about Obscurus either." Harry countered his eyes cold, his words equally so.

Tonks swallowed a lump within her throat. Again... it was those same eyes. Cold, aged, and dark eyes. A shiver trailed down her spine. On their own Harry's eyes were attractive enough, but there was something to be said about his eyes when they turned like that.

Tonks shuffled uncomfortable under those eyes that looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

"Look, even I don't fully understand it!" Harry growled out in slight frustration with the topic. "Does it really matter? Does knowing that I have a monster inside me make me any different? Would you have even noticed had I not wanted you to know!"

Tonks stopped before his outburst, taken aback. This was the first time he had ever shouted at her. His eyes burning holes in everything around him. This was a side of him she had never seen.

Harry himself was barely keeping in his own internal frustrations under control.

Tonks was the most honest and open person with him besides the Twins to whom he could be open with. With the Weasley's learning about his little secret he wanted Tonks to be in the know as well. He would end up telling the Twins anyway but Tonks wouldn't have found out unless he told her. Plus he wanted to know how a relatively normal person would respond before putting his neck out in front of the twins.

Harry felt the need to laugh as he realized this was probably the worst idea he had to date. Until most of his decisions came out with him on top.

Joining Slytherin meant that not only could he be closer to his potential enemies but also repel those that saw him as The-Boy-Who-Lived. It also meant that not only would he be free to act more freely but that he could observe more freely too. And lastly his goal to change Slytherin from the inside. It hadn't even been a year and already Harry could see a divide within the house and that his words had started to influence several people to rethink about the people in his house.

A side effect of this plan however being that those he wanted to befriend became harder to interact with, but that was a hurdle he was all to okay with overcoming.

Despite that Harry's plans for the year were going well. He was learning as much about magic as he could, even learned more about compulsion magic which he was unknowingly using for years. Writing up and documenting his notes, making plans for the future, and he had already broken down and identified several key ingredients to producing a philosopher's stone. And Winter break was only just about to end.

He was keeping up his average grades and was also quickly becoming recognized as a genius in the art of potion making. Although Harry was finding it difficult to wait for third year himself since runes were a field, he was very eager to take up with passion.

He had made contact with Hermione, befriended both the Twins and Tonks, and had reconnected with Ginny via letters. That alone was three friends, a love of his life, and a solid foundation to reconnect with his other love.

He successfully updated the map of Hogwarts in his head with all the secrets shortcuts that had been destroyed in the past, found Hogwarts's avatar, and set about restoring her to her former glory. Even now within the halls Harry when he focused could feel the school recovering – albeit slowly – the magical protections it once possessed. The cold the penetrated the stones of the school, dead as twigs, now seemed to flow subtly with life, with magic.

Yet for all his successes not everything was great.

Hermione had been weary and cautious around him. Ginny had suddenly broken into tears from his gift for some reason much to the alarm of her parents; himself included. Dumbledore was now aware due to his outburst in front of the mirror that he didn't trust him, and now because of his lack luster planning, one of the three people who looked at him as a regular person was now staring at him like he was made of glass.

If he wasn't so overly concerned with respecting Tonks's privacy, he would have realized that the concern wasn't that he had a monster but her misconceived suspicion that he was going to die soon. Had he read her, he could have laughed it all off as nothing was ever that simple for him. Something else was always going to happen.

Thus, Harry didn't know why, and Tonks's reaction made him angry to no end as it was like a betrayal.

Still burning holes into everything he looked at Harry quietly stormed off and muttered aloud in his anger, "I thought as a friend you would accept that I'm slightly different. Sorry I was wrong. See you next practice session."

Without a backward glance Harry stormed the halls. After a while he had cooled off and wanted to bang his head against a wall.

In silent reflection Harry wanted to punch himself for almost losing it again.

"Now my temper is back, great. I didn't think I'd have to worry about teenage angst until after I became a teenager again…" He muttered, stopping only to spot the sound of moving footsteps ahead of him. Looking around the corner several sixth year Slytherin's where group together in the hallway. The wave of hostility Harry picked up with his legilimency hit him like a truck.

Just like in Potter fashion, Harry cursed as fate hated him once more as their eyes met his. Turning around Harry made to run to the nearest hidden passage cursing all the while as a mob of green shouted and chased him.

"Just great," he muttered turning his head to attempt to identify which Slytherins were after him. "Seriously… why are they after me now of all times."

This was happening because of the damn mirror, Harry thought to himself. The moment something good happened to him something else always happened to counter balance his life and always make it miserable. Sure, he could start throwing hexes their way. That would certainly do wonders in relieving his pent-up aggression, but with his unstable magic and his shaky ground with the Headmaster it was better to avoid sparking or engaging in activities that resulted in punishment ore worse having to deal with the Headmaster in person.

He chuckled to himself, "I can hear him now," Harry said to himself with sarcastic mirth as he ran, "Harry my boy, no matter what happened you mustn't attack others. No matter the wrongs they do you must learn to love. Oh, and care for a Lemondrop?" Harry said aloud with a rather impressive imitation of Albus's voice.

Shaking his head as he ran Harry grumbled, "Yeah that's exactly what I need." Just has periphery alerted him to a presence to his left that appeared from nowhere.

His heart rate jumped when a door he was about to run past opened abruptly and a hand pulled him in before he could tell what was happening. Harry quickly made to respond with brutal force against the unknown attacker and almost did when three things gave away the identity of his assailant. The first were the relatively small breasts he felt behind him. The second was the smell of alihotsy on the hands of said assailant, and the third was the mirthful voice he could recognize anywhere.

"Wotcher Harry." Tonks said in an energetically whisper before turning serious, "Don't speak, wait them out."

Harry eased into her presence, surprising Tonks as for a second, she thought he was going to resist. Instead he seemed to ease into her presence and become unmoving. Unbreathing, focused, silent, she relaxed as he remained completely still as though he wasn't there.

The two remained perfectly still as the door closed and as the seconds passed the sound of footsteps echoed passed them, as the Slytherin's in hot pursuit passed by the door. Silently the two remained in silence until they were certain the threat had passed completely.

"Shit, where'd he go?" a angered voice sounded from beyond the door.

"He's hiding, check the rooms!"

"Bugger." Tonks cursed in a panic. Dragging Harry in a rush she turned to him. "Don't speak and stay down." She ordered.

Harry had very little time to take in the situation as he was quickly rushed deeper into the room.

Pulled him backward in such a manner that he could easily look around Tonks cast a bubblehead charm on him and threw a flat-footed Harry into a very large scented pool.

Crashing into the water Harry's robes quickly weighed him down dragging him to the bottom. A moment later Tonks joined him with most of her own articles missing. The next second, she had morphed into a Hufflepuff prefect he had seen in the halls a few times.

Using her foot, Tonks pushed Harry down further into the water to keep him hidden as several loud noises reached his ears. Looking up Harry was greeted with a sight that for any other young wizard would have been both enlightening and embarrassing. Above him Harry could make out the transformed Tonks yelling at someone and waving her wand about in an embarrassed fury.

Even as he felt himself tense up at the possibility of being spotted, Harry blushed and worked to avoid staring at the sight of bright pink knickers that now hung loosely on Tonks's now slimmer frame.

Any other boy would stare eagerly but Harry was more a gentleman then he himself would have liked to believe. On top of that, he couldn't exactly call himself a boy either. Although he would admit that Tonks was very attractive.

As he thought that he realized she was shapeshifted as another girl and Harry respectfully removed his eyes and focused on the threat above the water that he could manage to make out.

Looking back up to the surface Harry watched as Tonks was now talking with someone and applying something akin to bubble bath to the water. His informative view above water was cut short and blinded as numerous and thick bubbles covered the surface. Harry wondered just what the hell was going on above water Several times he shifted in hopes of a better view however every time he tried to get a better idea of what was happening Tonks would feel his attempt in the water and forced him back down.

Harry himself hated the lack of information at his disposal. There were few things worse than being blind in a situation the left one vulnerable. If he moved around too much he'd be spotted, yet because of that he was a sitting duck without an info to work with. Tonks pushing him down only ensured his lack of knowledge of the situation continued. However, the reason why she kept him down despite this eluded him until a pair of legs joined Tonks's morphed ones.

Harry's eyes shot wide to the size of plates as they descended into the pool, his pulse bursting open his veins.

Harry felt his heart jump into his throat twice. First when the unknown individual entered the water and twice when he saw the lack of swimwear enter the water. "Shite," was all he could think to say as realization hit him. He wasn't in a pool, it was a bath. This was the damn prefect's bath.

"Damnit Tonks I'm going to kill you." Harry groaned as he shrunk himself further into the depths of the pool, his life now more in danger then it was before.

Harry's heart was racing in a panic. This was not a situation he wanted to be caught in. One wrong move and he'd have the scorn of a women to contend with, not to mention the very real public backlash to deal with.

On the other hand, Harry had to admit the view was nice if not for the fact he was likely to perish horrible if discovered.

Harry felt incredibly uncomfortable and closed his eyes. In the pit if his stomach he felt a strong pull not just to partake in the feast before him but rise from the water to do so. Rationally, Harry knew such actions would be a death sentence for him, both personally and publicly. Some might find it cute or simple curiosity, however the fact it was a prefect's bathroom raised too many questions.

Not to mention Harry wanted less fame, not more.

To tame the pull in his stomach Harry felt his mind linger on the forms Hermione and Ginny. The Image of an older Hermione and Ginny. Shuffling slightly in his own water drown cloths, Harry chuckled internally.

The situation was so similar to a previous situation it wasn't even funny. Back then he was hiding from several military squads in a swamp with Hermione clutched tightly in his arms.

At the time they were hidden in muddy swamp water surrounded by musky men looking to kill them. Back then despite the treat on their lives, Harry found himself multitasking as he held ready for an attack if spotted all the while kissing a very flustered and aroused Hermione.

Once again, like then he was hiding underneath bubble bath water surrounded and very likely would be 'kill' if caught. Plus, while even though Hermione wasn't the cause, he found himself being pulled into the desire of man despite the worsening situation.

Harry found it amusing he was more scared here than in a literal life or death situation.

Lingering at the bottom of the bath Harry sated the pull as he relived the past. Strangely despite feeling alone he felt himself connected. It was hard to express but somehow, he found himself enveloped by a warmth he felt was familiar but couldn't quite place.

His anger and frustrations felt unimportant and distant as he drifted, with the water. Opening his eyes, he saw one of the girls fingering herself, legs wide and unabashed. Harry nearly swore aloud and flailed around but his reflex response was stilled while he reigned in his shock.

The girl who looked to be sixth or fifth year seemed oblivious to Tonks's presence and clearly uninformed by his own. Harry would never consider himself a voyeur but even he would admit that this was hot.

As Harry watched silently – enraptured by the show forming before him – as Tonks began pull the girl into her flow.

Inching closer to the she pulled the girl close to her grabbing a large handful of her hair, a predatory look in her eye. The look in her eyes told Harry that she had completely forgotten he was down there, too enraptured in both her teasing, fun, and pleasure.

Pulling the girls head back gently till she was looking up into her eyes, Tonks mouthed something to her before pressing her body to the younger girl.

Harry watched as Tonks forced her lips onto the prefects while vanishing her own remaining cloths to match her equally nude form.

A flush and pleading, submissive gaze clouded the girl's eyes as her breathing looked to become more horse. Pulling the girls onto her mouth Tonks smothered the younger girl who instantly submitted above water while below Harry watched her thighs slam together as the signs of an orgasm rippled through her nether regions. Her peachy legs shivered forming ripples in the water. The tension visible as her muscle fluctuated under her soft skin.

Harry would have politely closed his eyes to give them privacy but seeing as Tonks had all but forgotten he was underwater he decided that fair play was involved. Besides, if he didn't keep a lookout he was almost guaranteed to be spotted. So, stuck underwater with a meager pocket of air floating around his mouth and nose, Harry watched trying his best not to stare.

He watched as Tonks's free hand drifted down and slid up and down her inner thigh. The leg twitched under her touch, closing shut in a feeble attempt to deny the invading touch. Tonks muttered something into her ear and Harry thought he saw the signs of a blush cross her face.

Reluctantly the girl arched backward, sliding forward and opened her legs wide for her. This gave Harry more than an unobstructed view of her pussy which was slightly red and twitching eagerly for Tonks to take it.

The girl's willingness and eagerness was rewarded when she opened herself. Tonks brought her fingers down to her velvet lips and slid them in between, deep inside of her. With gentle strokes, Tonks teased the girl and pressing three of her fingers against the girls opening moved in closer to her ear and said something before shoving her three fingers inside with a single thrust.

The girl bucked violently and arched back he eyes wide and her gasp transforming into a loose smile. Her legs became ridged like logs, drawn to the surface of the water as if by an invisible force as she came abruptly. Undeterred by her reaction Tonks began thrusting her fingers in and out of the girls drenched twat disregarding the shaking and mild resistance the girl displayed.

Catching a break through the bubbles Harry was able to see that the two were sufficiently distracted. Slightly concerned he peeked over her surface thoughts and was almost overwhelmed by the joy and pleasure she was feeling from Tonks's attention. Visually she resisted but she was loving every moment. More surprising was the girl knew that it was Tonks teasing her. More so that she had a crush on the

Becoming serious, Tonks's fingers started pulling in and out of her with reckless abandon.

Back and forth.

Again, and again.

Tonks relentlessly forced open the rebellious folds of flesh. Continuously demanding access while forcing them to submit. Her pussy clutched Tonks's fingers tightly as they tried hopelessly to resist; only adding to the girl's pleasure as they continued.

Again, and again Tonks thrust her fingers into the girl until he robust breast shook violently in the air as she reached climaxed. With her second climax Tonks brought the prefect's snatch up above the water pulling it up with her fingers until her quim touched the chilled air. The twin assault of the air upon her cliterous and the aggressive pressure of Tonks's fingers against her g-spot triggered a tantalizing climax that overtook her violently.

Her body went taut, wave upon wave her eyes stared blankly out at the ceiling, her flesh vibrating upon the water's surface as she squirted. Her sweet nectar flew out in a spraying ark from her sexually raw and pleased pussy. Harry could see her love juices mixing with the water as she swam in orgasmic bliss unaware of the world around her.

As her orgasm settled down Tonks brought her down caringly to the floor, withdrawing her fingers slowly.

Had Harry been above the water he would have heard the prolonged moaning of contentment as Tonks's digits were dragged out of her quim. Drawing her fingers out completely, the girl shivered as the brisk air touched her deep inside as she was left gaping.

Slowly coming around, the girl slid back into the water completely winded. The girl groaned out a sexual moan upon returning to the warm bath as the water filled her honey pot.

Tonks stood up returning to her natural form that Harry knew well enough as a friend. Her hair returning from a light brown to a bright pink and her former bust size returned. While Harry might have though that the events proceeding were over, the predatory gaze that continued to linger on Tonks dashed such hopes away.

Oblivious, the blissful girl remained unaware of the looming threat until Tonks was standing over the winded girl.

With her back to him and only her legs visible he couldn't tell what was happening until the girl arose from her trance. Eying the delectable treat above her she rose ever so slightly as Tonks lowered herself.

As she traced her tongue inside of her, Tonks eyes closed as she hummed at the tender movement of the girl below her.

Grabbed her hair with a commanding hand, Tonks sat down further into her mouth, forcing her to go deeper. The girl's nose was nuzzled deep against her bushy pink fuzz as she sucked on Tonks's honey pot.

Shoving her closer still Tonks's eyes rolled in ecstasy as her pussy tingled every time her breath entered her special hole. Tonks legs bent down in an attempt to force her closer, dropping her shapely ass slightly under the water in the attempt.

Tonks with balance and dexterity that Harry thought was impossible to achieve lifted her foot up to the girls lonely gaping hole and dragging her big toe teasingly up and down it proceeded to tease her to greater pleasure. The raw flesh twitch angrily at the attention but all the same drooled eagerly at the attention.

Her pink flesh opening and closing as if trying to grasp onto Tonks's non-existent fingers. Tracing her big toe up and down the girl's pussy, Tonks's teased her until she drew up and traced her toe along the girl's clit.

The girl danced under her touch even as she ate out Tonks's center, sucking and dragging her tongue deep within her core. Tonks's body dug into her slightly, her soft flesh pressing down on her slightly and molding to her shape as it held her in place, dominating her.

Tonks began to stiffen up as she came close to the edge. Reaching around with her hand, Tonks grabbed a fist-full of the girl's hair and pulled her flat against her snatch. The act surprised her as she gasped out in surprise and shudder at the act of dominance. The moment her breath escaped it came out directly on Tonks's clit, giving her the push, that Tonks needed to be sent over the edge. She trembled slightly as mini orgasms that had been building inside her rushed through her.

The girl struggling to breath as Tonks's peak squirted into her mouth. Tonks's rubbing sent her over the edge with a small orgasm, however as she squirted into her maw the girl shook as her orgasm grew into a massive rush as she was denied oxygen. Trembling the girl rode out the two orgasms as they melded into a larger one. Lost in her depravity she simply fell into bliss as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the final crest hit her hard.

Tonks wasn't done yet though. Harry watched as with a malicious grin Tonks pulled the girl up and pinned her against the wall. Slowly she inched her way up her body to the poor girl's ear. With a single whisper the young girls' eyes shot open dismayed but unable to act as Tonks twirled her fingers in front of her. For a second Tonks linger just over her stomach and when she nodded, she grinned and descended further.

She then brought her fingers down and one by one inserted into her.

The girl gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure. The sudden insertion to her already raw pussy blurred the already vague line between pain and pleasure for her. Now it was almost all but gone.

As each digit entered, she moaned sultrily and writhed under Tonks's intrusion. Each digit was impaled slowly and hard; ravaging her poor twat.

Harry rose slowly to the surface, a wall of bubbles shielding him form view. He could hear as screams of pleasure and pain echo lovingly against the tiled walls and floor as he watched.

One finger entered. She shuddered.

Two fingers. She bit her lip closing her eyes.

Three fingers. Her head dipped down, trying to hold back.

With her three fingers with her Tonks grinned and spread her fingers opening her up more. The girls his opened wide as she silently cried out. Slowey her nether lips relaxed and accepted the inevitable intrusions that would come. Had he been closer, Harry could have been able to see all the way inside her. Her puffy flesh had completely submitted to Tonks's command, molding to her fingers.

Four fingers. A tear of pleasure threatened to drop from her eye. Her pussy no longer resisting but the body tense; knowing what was to come. She was terrified but she wanted it. She needed it. The feeling of being filled by her, stretched, she wanted to be taken, dominated, and opened completely.

"Please…" she whimpered.

Tonks continued, ignoring her, as she rolled her four fingers inside her. The girl rolling along in time with each digit as it brushed her sweet spot behind her clit. Her head was lulling back and forth, writhing in pleasure. She writhed in the pleasure Tonks's dexterous and invasive fingers brought her. Harry could almost hear her begging for Tonks to stop and finish her in between her whimpers and gasps of pleasure. She cried it out, the waves of pleasure too much for her. Between her gasps for air and tears of joy, the girl begged Tonks to stop teasing her and full her.

And Tonks obliged.

Finally, the fifth and final digit was added into her soaking wet twat.

Harry could see clearly now the twitching inner wet folds inside the girl's wet twat. The pink flesh stretched wide against Tonks's finger, Begged for relief and more.

Tonks licked her lips eagerly, an evil grin on her face. She said something and the girl shivered. Tonks spoke again and the girl seemed to speak louder. Harry could tell Tonks was in complete control now and she was milking the girl, drawing out the final act with a cruelty that drew out a long shiver of pleasure.

"I beg you Mistress! Shove it in! Punish my dripping wet cunt!" the girl shouted. With a grin, Tonks obliged her and shoved her whole hand inside her without restraint. The girl froze instantly, her head shot up, her limbs rigid in shock. Slowly her body seemed to register what had just happened as she began to shiver violently as she came down Tonks's arm like a fountain.

The massive intrusion hit her hard seizing her movements with the except of the rush of pleasure that overwhelmed her. She felt like she was both being ripped in two and completely filled with absolute bliss as the pressure of Tonks's arm set her senses to electrocute her. Her bliss filled shrill punctuated the air. Her scream resonating with the pleasure she felt reverberated throughout the bath.

Harry watched in a trance of both awe and shock. Tonks's arm was well beyond wrist deep and was jack hammering the girl so ruthlessly, so relentlessly, that Harry was worried the girl would be absolutely destroyed afterwards if it wasn't already the case. The anguished and sobbing eyes were beautifully contrasted by the grin on absolute pleasure on her face. Her eyes seemed to jump from her sockets completely with each vigilant thrust of Tonks's arm.

The girl was completely lost in pleasure. Complete and dominating by the pleasure bequeathed to her by Tonks.

Rational thought had all but abandoned her as she sank into a wave of constant pleasure. Again, and again, Tonks pulled her fist out just short of her knuckles before shoving it back in, all the way to the girl's cervix.

The girls back arched violently as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss hit her, each time Tonks knocked on her door. With each orgasm Tonks's entire arm would be coated with her fluids, making the next thrust easier to breach her inner core. And when the cycle restarted, it did so with greater ease then the last bringing about a more sensational response, triggering greater bliss. Each time causing her to squirt and coat Tonks with more of her delectable nectar.

The cycle repeating again and again. Inevitable pleasure puncturing her mind to absolute oblivion.

Her eyes rolled and a siren like cry rolled off her tongue as her body screamed out in blissful joy. Eventually her cries turned deaf and yet she still responded mindlessly to the feeling of being filled. Her love juices flying out of her cunt as Tonks ignored the peaking orgasms and continued her ruthless assaults.

It was nearly two minutes until finally Tonks pulled out her arm out of the poor girl, her mind gone completely. Lost to her uncountable orgasms.

Harry looked in awe as the girl seemed stuck in her bridge like position. It was like her body was stuck in a frozen state of orgasm. Her limbs unable to relax, holding her back off the ground as it twitched slightly. Her eyes empty, tears leaking out. Even so, the smile on her face was unquestionable. She was lost to the bliss of happiness and would be for quite a while.

Her body finally caught up with her gaping cunt and fell down on the tiled floor. Slowly she slumped down her legs relaxing and shifting closer to the edge of the pool.

Her chest heaved up and down. Her body had regained function, despite her mind remained a complete mush of grey matter, drowned by lust.

Harry wondered if she could even feel pain, so disoriented in pleasure as she was. He knew that the human body was an impressive thing, but he certainly didn't think a women's body was capable of stretching that far without breaking.

Tonks pulled herself away from the girl a lovely grin on her face. The shit eating grin clearly displayed how pleased with herself she was. She looked down at the flesh of human joy she had created. The girl laid limply along the side of the bath as if on display. Harry watched and realized that Tonks was basking in the results of her efforts.

Tonks shifting away and started to get dressed pulling her shirt over her head, satisfied with her work and in need of her own relief. When she turned to look for her knickers that she had banished away, she was caught flat-footed herself as Harry's head broodingly floated at the surface of the water with a blush of embarrassment and annoyance. In his hand were the very knickers she was looking for and even Tonks had the decency to blush.

"You completely forgot about me." Harry grumbled pulling himself out of the pool.

Tonks looked away to hide her blush and tried to play it cool. "So what if I did. I was kind of busy keeping you hidden."

She had completely forgotten she threw him in there.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud, Harry. You got to watch two hot girls make out."

Despite her bravado, Harry could tell she was just as embarrassed as he felt. While her words might not have betrayed her, Harry felt a desire to laugh as her arms were trying their best to hide her more lucrative assets despite them already being covered by nearly dry shirt.

Eventually Harry sighed and pulled himself out of the water. Tonks glancing at him as he did felt her embarrassment fly away in leu of laughter.

Still in his robes and completely drenched from head to toe holding her soaked knickers in his hands she couldn't help herself. Tonks choked out a laugh which turned into a mirthful squall.

Harry at first grumbled at her but he too joined in on the laughter.

After a quick drying charm and a reapplication of robes for Tonks the two left the bathroom and regained their earlier peace.

Silently Tonks shifter her gaze, feeling farm more vulnerable then she'd like to admit. Unsure of what to say she was grateful that Harry was the first to speak up. "I won't tell anyone I saw you breast out if you swear to not say anything about my voyeur swim."

Tonks nodded silently and peaking out of the bathroom, gave him the all clear, leaving a completely satisfied lady behind, forgotten to both.

As the two walked down the hall Harry was the first to speak, breaking the ice. "So, what kind of bath is the size of a small Olympic swimming pool?"

Tonks snorted at the comparison. "The Prefect kind."

Harry soft a little at this.

"Prefect. Knew it." Harry said before he paused to think for a second. "Wait a minute. How do you know the password to get in? I was pretty sure those rooms where locked like the dorms so student can't access them.

"They are," Tonks replied, "The Weasley Twins have their uses as you know. So long as you're willing to risk getting pranked and have compensation to pay them up front. They told me the password."

"What was the price?"

Tonks thought for a moment then shrugged. "Told them what kind of knickers Cho Chang wears and the order and color she would be wearing for the next month. In my defense she might be a second year, but Merlin does she need an attitude adjustment."

"How did you figure that out?"

Tonks chuckled at Harry's question, "Easy, the poor girl color coordinates her knickers. She pissed me off, so I went looking for dirt on her. Got caught by the twins as they were setting up a prank and we exchange info in exchange for agreeing neither one of us saw the other."

"Bribery on so many levels." Harry chuckled out.

"You're not exactly wrong either. Like I said, girl needed to realize the sun didn't shine from her arse. Even if it has potential to be a fine piece of arse." Tonks said with a perverted grin.

"Speaking of which," Harry said smugly, "Didn't know you swung that way."

Tonks attempted to poke him but was left defeated as he deftly dodged her attempt. Even as she pouted, she said, "Sorry to disappoint but I don't swing that way."

Harry raised and eyebrow, "Really, cause from were I was that swing went pretty far."

Tonks grinned at this, "Yeah, wait till it swings back."

Harry went wide eyed, "You're bi…" stated the conclusion he suddenly came to.

"Yup. Its easier to get around and more fun. Although most guys require a hex or two to realize I'm not interested in them."

Harry laughed, "preaching to the choir on that one. Don't know why, but apparently my housemates have it out for me in full."

Tonks swatted his back, again missing him much to her irritation, "Yeah, mind explaining what that was about."

"Sure," Harry answered, "As soon as I get through my laundry list of the times I humiliated or defied them."

Tonks laughed as she spoke, "We don't have all day for that Harry."

When her laughter died, so too did the mood as she remembered the cause of the whole ordeal.

The two continued to walk together as they slumped back into a chilly silence. It was a while later until the silence between them was broken. This time Tonks broke it, albeit hesitantly.

"Harry, about earlier I'm sorry. Obscurial or not, you're still Harry."

Harry stopped moving and looked down at his still bare chest. "I'm not that hairy, am I?" he joked.

Tonks looked at his muscular chest and wondered if meat could be ground on that delectable smorgasbord. Harry had left his dirty shirt back in their lab and the sudden realization that he had been shirtless the whole time sparked renewed laughter. "No, no you're not. Although you do look like you'll become a nice piece of meat when you grow up."

"Really now?" Harry smirked.

"Oh, I'm sure. I have a discerning eye for these things." Tonks answered.

"Well unfortunately you won't be around for this fine piece of meat to confirm, miss seventh year Tonks.

"Such a shame." Tonks said with a fake grumble. The two broke out laughing. The duo basked in the cheeriness of the mood and felt more at ease. Neither caring about anyone seeing them or anything really.

Tonks's tried to gain control over her laughter before she continued. Breath of air sneaking in between mirthful chuckles and gasps.

"It is a shame isn't it." she said. Harry nodded in agreement. After this year, it would be significantly harder for him to see her. Looking at her he realized that most of his friends were older then himself. The Twins, Tonks, Hagrid. Then again, he older then all of them so did that make him interested in younger friends?

"Seriously Harry," The words where quiet, almost pleading, but enough to draw Harry from his musings. There was an undertone desire for forgiveness in her tone. "I'm sorry."

Harry shrugged and looked at her with a grin. Regret and hope shined through. She really did regret what had happened between them and wished to apologize. "I know. I'm sorry too."

"I just don't want you to die because of some magic parasite."

Harry looked at her and laughed aloud. "Oh Merlin, you should have just said that to start." He chuckled out.

Tonks was about to blow a casket before Harry interrupted. "Relax, I won't die. Nothing is that simple with me Nymphy. That thing is so entangled with me that it can't be extracted. Likewise, it can't break free from me either. Even if it got out, I wouldn't die, so don't worry about that."

With honest and sincere eyes, Harry stared at her. "I won't die, I promise you that."

Tonks nodded but felt her heart skip a beat at his words. "I swear those eyes of yours of bloody forbidden magic, I swear." She grumbled to which Harry chuckled in response.

As the two walked down the halls Harry nudged her side drawing her attention. "So~ do all your apologies include shows with deceitful behavior? As an aspiring Auror isn't showing such deeds to a minor, dare I say, criminal of you?

Tonks chuckled at this herself.

"No, only the cute boys. And technically it's not criminal since you are eleven and have reach the age of magical awakening. Officially you're not an adult but your also no longer a minor. It is social frowned upon, but it isn't illegal so long as its consensual."

"A grey zone within the law?" Harry guessed.

"Yup."

"Huh..." Harry muttered his brain rapping his head around that. "But transforming into someone else and tricking them into consensual sex is legal?"

"If it wasn't consensual it would be." Tonks retorted. "Lindy and I have tumbled in the hey several times and she knew it was me the moment she walked in."

Harry nodded subtlety at this, "And how is she going to respond to you leaving her like that back there, were anyone could stumble upon her? Say… the twins?"

Tonks froze a lump forming in her throat. Crap what had she done. If anyone did find her, she'd come straight after her. Linda may have been a Hufflepuff submissive to the extreme, but she was a Prefect and could hex even a girl's junk off if she tried. Sweating now Tonks suddenly caught up with Harry's declaration.

Turning her head, she saw a shit-eating grin to rival all evil shit-eating grins on his face. She looked at him and her hair turned white with fear even as worry and realization flooded her eyes.

"You wouldn't…" Tonks muttered.

Harry gave her a maniacal grin and started running.

Tonks went red and a look of terror crossed her face. "You wouldn't." she shouted as she took after him.

"Harry. I'm serious. Harry? Harry!" Tonks ran after him.

Shouting just loud enough to be heard by her, he called out, "Fred! George! You won't believe this!"

Turning over his shoulder he saw Tonks's color return to a maddening red as she chased him. "Harry, don't you dare! Please Harry. Potter you get back here!"

Harry laughed as all the strife that had weighed him down vanished into the cold night air.

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