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Book II :: Chapter 6 :: A Good Day
Harry dove right as a flash of electric blue sparks shot past him. A pop of air being sucked in front of him sounded loud as the bookshelves burst into a thousand pieces behind him, shrapnel flying at him from behind. Harry didn't give it a chance to hit him as he pointed his wand toward the exploding shelves and books. "Immobulus" Harry shouted, still not yet accustomed with the spell's image in his head.
The debris ceased its violent charge and stilled in the hair, wistfully floating haphazardly. Beads of sweat now flowed freely down Harry's cheekbones.
A rush of wind and a low pop and thumping sound as air expanded echoed from his left. Harry grind as he rolled towards it.
"Stupify!"
A brilliant red flashed as a focused black haired Tonks shouted with all her might. In that shout she poured as much power into the spell as she could. She hoped that it would be enough to break past any defensive spell Harry might cast in his defense. She had thought that he would cast such a spell.
Once again, like many times before, her predictions proved false as Harry was already out of the way of her spell. His body already rolling out of the way, the sound of her apparating alerting him to her location.
By the time her spell was fired, Harry had already dodged it and was ready to retaliate.
Harry aimed his wand up towards her face, at the cut on her cheek, a evil smirk upon his face. "Epsikey!"
A rushing mix of warmth and cold melted into her cut cheek, ebbing up into her eye above. She flinched and closed her eyes despite her best efforts trying to prevent its closure. She knew she was in trouble. Unable to see Harry and unable to focus in the heat of the moment she tried to get out of his line of fire. However, this proved difficult since she lost sight of Harry and was out in the open. Worse she had to turn toward Harry so her right could see him. Trying to dodge she went left and down hoping to reduce her outline.
Harry already predicted this. With effortless ease, his wand led ahead of his target.
"Efflortis." Harry shouted with careful aim.
The spell found its mark below Tonks's center of mass, causing her free-falling dive to Harry's right to turn into a high flying backflip into the pile of destroyed pillows behind them. Spinning nine times in mid-air, she landed with a solid thump.
Harry finished his offensive run with a quick stupify and a breath of relief.
Tonks was out cold, and he was actually starting to get a workout.
The sound of applause came from behind as Harry gripped his wand and turned to see Andromeda smiling, cheerfully dark, at the nightmare that had befallen the once orderly living room.
"That was spectacular. No wonder Nymphadora passed the exam with flying colors. If that's what she had to deal with all this time, the exam must have seemed like any other day." She said, still smiling at Harry with a grin that promised a slow death. "I do hope that you plan to clean up after yourselves. Ted and I happen to like the living room as it was."
Harry just sighed, and pointed his wand, starting with the bookcase that was shattered to bits.
"Multis Reparo."
The bookshelf and splints still floating in mid-air, hovered for a second, then zoomed back into their previous positions as a single entity. The scraps of parchment and books blasted to oblivion reformed in a storm of white and tan leather bindings.
Seconds later the bookshelf was fully repaired and restored, with not a book out of place.
Again, Andromeda cheered in amazement. "Most impressive Harry. That's quite incredible for your age." she complimented.
Harry smiled back thanking her even as he stared frustratingly at his hand and wand. He was still weak. Even after he had sex with Nymphie and suffered the return of all his injuries, the full weight of his magic was still lost to him. A thousand years of magic, gone.
Harry had plenty of ideas as to why, most of them involving his own magic being consumed by his ritual, but he didn't have anything definitive. At least nothing he could test at the present time.
Even though the incident in the bathroom when he arrived helped regain a great deal of the magic he felt was lost to him, Harry was still unsure as to why he regained it. Similarly, his control over that magic was finally acceptable after that night with Tonks. Unlike with Katie Bell, his night with Tonks showed him the enormous difference between hitting first base and hitting a home run could do to his own magic.
Similarly, Harry realized that Madam Pomfrey either didn't know or didn't inform him that to each witch or wizard, the signs of MUK would be different. A fact Andromeda helped him figure out. For some, it would affect how they act. For others, a lack of release would result in their magic becoming inhibited.
For Tonks, she became moody, angry, frustrated, and more agitated with a moderate sluggishness to her ability to call upon her magic. This made her spell casting slower which fed into a loop of making her more agitated which made her magic slower to respond still.
Harry himself was different. Unlike Tonks, Harry's magic didn't slow to a crawl, rather it simply grew… ansty? Harry wasn't sure what to call it himself, but if it was anything like her mental state, like he himself, his magic when deprived of release became almost rebellious and aggressive, liable to lash out and be frustrated.
MUK also affected people at different rates. While those with greater magic prowess should naturally see an increased need for relief, Harry's noticed he was an anomaly. Based on what Pomfrey had told him, he would need relief frequently to manage his magic. And while technically true, since his mental state was suffering for quite a while apparently, Harry also understood that his magic wasn't backlogging like it should, and that confused him. Everyone said he was powerful, he knew he was powerful. So why wasn't he suffering like he'd expect himself to be.
It took awhile for Harry to put everything back into place, the room was quite the warzone after his and Nymphie's spare.
When he was done Harry decided to let Tonks rest on the couch that he repaired. She had a long week of tutelage under her Mentor on top of her practices with Harry. Honestly, Harry expected her to still be upset at him for his rough treatment of her during their spars, which were showing increasingly spectacular results. Not that he'd blame her. Even the 909 hated his guts after he ran them through the ground. Mind you, he was far more powerful and harsh against them, he still understood why Tonks was pissed at him.
So her avoiding him for most of the week after passing her exam wasn't all that unexpected. Her constant looks of regret, not so much. Today was just another surprise with her request for his participation in a bit of light sparring.
"Oh dear." Andromeda muttered out from the periphery of Harry's hearing. Walking into the kitchen Harry saw Andromeda looming before the fridge with a muttering of uncertainty.
"Is something the matter?" Harry asked rhetorically.
"Yes, we're out of milk and eggs. I knew we were low on milk but I thought we had more eggs."
Harry felt guilty as just that morning he had used those eggs for transfiguration practice. He still hadn't cleaned up all the confetti either.
Rolling up his sleeves Harry stepped behind her and looked in the fridge and on the counter. They had plenty of bacon left and Harry knew there were potatoes stored away. "I'll take care of it." Harry said, motivated by the guilt of using up all the eggs.
"Oh, Harry you don't have too." She responded, but Harry wasn't having it.
Pulling out more ingredients Harry prepped a baking sheet for the oven. Setting said oven while doing so to a solid 200 degrees celsius.
Grabbing several large potatoes, Harry placed them into a pot and set them to boil.
Andromeda sighed and sat down, watching Harry as he went to work. Watching carefully she took note of his spell work. Despite the ministry standards of underage magic, being in the law profession with her husband, Andromeda was not ignorant of the double standard within the law. Those born to magic and lived with magic were rarely if ever limited by the 'law'. It was one of those laws created to inhibit the development of muggleborn witches and wizards. The problem was a lacking means of moderating and enforcing the law. It's an easy task when in a location where little magic is found, but almost impossible to identify in magical communities.
This double standard always annoyed her, when she and Ted picked up on it. The only reason they ever enforced it on Tonks was due to her taking after her father. Reckless and carelessness were two dangerous characteristics to have when wielding magic.
Yet, she smiled while watching Harry. The way he wielded magic was not as a command but a whisper. It was silent and smooth. Waving his wand, it looked forceful but each time he did it, it became gentler. As if he were conducting a prayer before which magic would answer in kind.
It didn't help that his skill in using certain spells had greatly improved and watching him made Andromeda regret just a little, her enforcement of the rule on her daughter even if it was for good reason.
Andromeda wasn't blind either. She knew this level of talent and skill wasn't possible with mere genius and effort. It was a show of experience. Harry's movement didn't show the same hesitation and uncertainty that a novice showed in their movements. Movements he showed repetitively when he researched runes, constantly looking back and forth between the books and his notes to double-check everything.
Harry was experienced in magic, experience not possible to achieve in only a year's worth of exposure. This wasn't even including his level of skill in the duelling arts, or rather combat arts.
She knew there was something there, a secret deep in his psyche that he wasn't sharing with them.
What that secret was, Andromeda didn't know, nor would she ask. In magic, secrets held weight and importance. It was the reason the Fidelius charm carried such power. The reason why spell creating was so dangerous. To gaze at a secret or force it into the open was dangerous. It had cost many of their lives, including her good friend Pandora.
Then there were the scars. Many of them were clearly signs of abuse. But many more far worse than abuse arguably. Those were the scars gained from war.
Andromeda may have been a witch, born and bred. But her loving husband was not, he was muggle raised, but magic born. And he knew what gun wounds looked like. She had also lived through the terror of Voldemort's rise to power. She had seen the result of her friends returning from raids with wounds that took weeks to heal even with magic. She worked as a healer at Saint Mungo's Hospital. She had seen the injuries caused by people getting attacked and caught in the crossfire of the war.
Harry's wounds were identical, no, they were worse than anything she had ever seen. It left her with a question that has floated with her since she saw those wounds. How did Harry gain such injuries? Perhaps the important question should be when rather than how.
"Is something the matter?... Andromeda? Ms. Tonks?"
Harry's voice took Andromeda by surprise. "Oh, sorry Harry. I got lost in thought. By the way, how's your occlemancy coming along?"
Harry shrugged. "It's improving now that I got some actual books on the subject." Harry replied.
"Although my own mental practices give slightly better results. Seriously, 'imagine and construct a forcefield to protect your mind', what idiot came up with that." Harry thought to himself.
Gesturing to his head he added, "There's still the occasional slip but at least it's no longer running rampant. I still pick up surface thoughts but those are few and far between."
"That's good to hear dear. Oh, that reminds me-" Andromeda said, standing up and moving into the entryway. There her work bag lay nestled against the coat rack and from within she pulled out two thick envelopes. Bringing them back into the kitchen she held them out to Harry.
"This is the latest from Gringotts. Ted asked me to hand them to you when I got home."
Harry, slightly surprised, nodded and took the folders while his magic continued to work on dinner.
Inside the first folder was a series of graphs and documents showing the flow and movement of his family's economy over the last one hundred and fifty years.
"I'm surprised it took so long." Harry admitted as he looked over the numbers.
"Well besides tracing the movement of the Potter fortune over the last hundred fifty years, there was a small hiccup in that the request you made with Ted required Gringotts to trace back every galleon transaction your family had during that time. If it was simply the annual sum you'd have gotten that the evening following the request." she explained. "This is the movement of all the Potters fortunes and interestingly enough this has caused quite a stir in Gringotts."
"Why's that?" Harry asked, looking up with curiosity.
"Well, it turns out that while doing this, Ragnuk found that certain records were missing and changed. Several Goblins have been executed for changing the records and destroying bank statements."
"So there was something being hidden." Harry asked, seeking confirmation.
"There was. Take a guess." Andromeda teased.
"How much money was being made?" Harry asked lazily.
Andromeda smirked at him and chuckled. "You can give a better guess than that."
Harry sighed. "Please Andromeda?" he asked, not wanting to play twenty questions.
"Alright." Andromeda complained. Seriously she focused on Harry.
"On a hunch, I asked Ragnuk if there was a possibility of there being a vault legger within the Potter vault. The Black family had one in their vault so I just figured the Potters might have one. Normally the vault would remain sealed since you're not old enough. But, because of all the corruption that was identified, special permission was given to access the vault, so long as nothing was removed from said vault. There's no record of a ledger in your vault at Gringotts but there was one inside the vault. These are copied from that ledger and that envelope - had it been opened by anyone else - would have burned its contents as a safety measure." Andromeda explained.
Pointed at the fourth sheet he was now looking at she told him, "Look right here."
The paper gave a near-flawless accounting of the increase and decreasing value, in galleons, on his parents' person at the time recorded. Like an excel sheet it gave the name, time, amount of galleons, and location at which times that person gained or lost galleons on their person. Harry even noticed a single knut decrease under his fathers name on the streets of Diagon Alley, the equivalent of dropping a penny on the street.
But the important part was just above Andromeda's finger. Harry noticed a massive withdrawal was made from his father at Gringotts, five thousand galleons. Almost two hours later according to the ledger, that amount was reduced to zero instantly and after two hours passed both he and Lilly gained fifty galleons each."
"Right here, Gringotts recorded your father taking out that large sum from the Potter vault. Thus the increase in galleons recorded is accurate, however, your parents gained those fifty galleons at the exact same time later that day."
Harry nodded in understanding although he was still confused. "Doesn't that just mean they got it from their work or as a gift?"
"Their work? No. Harry, your father was an Auror and your mother spent most of her free time at home practicing and learning about magic. She was working towards her masters in potions and charms at the time. Your father made far more than this from his job which is also recorded here and even if they did get money from working it wouldn't have appeared on the ledger at the same time for both of their names."
Harry agreed, not taking note that it was written that both got the fifty sum at the same time.
"So what does this mean?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Ragnuk and I believe that this withdrawal was in support of the war effort and was shared with a group then distributed to all active members, maybe even to some kind of self-appointed treasurer. Your mother and father were heavy supporters against you-know-who." Andromeda explained.
"Okay. That makes sense, but how is this important?" Harry asked.
"It's not." She said pointed just below those numbers. "This is."
Underneath James and Lily's names was a nameless box, where eight thousand galleons were placed.
[Nameless] / October 17th, 1979 13:23 / 8000g 0s 0k / [unknown]
Beneath this row, the names alternated between James, Lily, and the nameless individual for forty-one weeks. Harry's eyes rose sharply at the implication. His wealth as a potter before he was born…
Not waiting for Andromeda to point it out, he turned the next few pages, seeking confirmation.
There almost seven months in the name Howard appeared, only for it to immediately have its wealth reduced to zero and be transferred towards the name below it. Harry.
Harry fought back a tear that threatened to fall. Andromeda stood up and pulled him into a gentle and loose embrace. For the first time Harry accepted it without resistance or hesitation, accepting her caring and love. Collecting himself, he whispered a thank you before turning to her.
"Even if we take into account my father's withdrawal, where did the additional three thousand come from?"
"That's just it Harry." Andromeda said. Shuffling through the pages she pulled out three pages around the midsection of the pile. Once she found the first of these she showed Harry a highlighted point of interest.
It showed Lily's galleon value dropping and Harry's rising rapidly in equal measure.
"Care to give a guess as to what brought this point around?" Andromeda teased.
Harry looked at the dates. "Did… did my mother notice that she was pregnant?"
Andromeda nodded. "That's what I think. If I recall correctly she started to show a bump around then. As I remember it, it always annoyed me that your mother was viewed to be a perfect beauty. Strong, independent, I guess she would also be relieved of all the other annoyances that pregnancy brings."
Harry smiled even as Andromeda daydreamed about the good days when his mother was alive. Even if her words were mocking Harry felt the warmth and friendship behind each one.
"You didn't know my mother very well." Harry muttered aloud as he looked over the pages.
"I knew her well, but we weren't exactly best friends. Close associates, I guess." Andromeda admitted. "She always got under my skin with how perfect she was. Mind you, she wasn't. Lily had quite the temper, but she always made me feel like my own flaws stood out more in public. She was a wonderful woman, Harry. Headstrong, but wonderful. Never let anyone tell you otherwise."
Harry nodded with a warm feeling settling inside him.
"Did you actually find something? Or are you just using this as an opportunity to reveal more about my family?"
"Yes, and yes." Andromeda said again, her kind tone replaced with the hard focus of earlier. "Sorry, I got distracted. I should get to the point. Look here, here, and here, and play close attention to the location and dates."
Harry did as she told him. At this point, Harry now understood that the ledger recorded not how many galleons they had on the person in question, but their Gross assets in their name. Items, houses, deeds, debts, loans, mortgages. It recorded all of it. Clearly Andromeda had been wrongly informed on this matter.
Nonetheless, Harry was starting to take notice of what she had noticed.
After April 28th, Lily Potter and James Potter made a large number of purchases in his name. Their wealth falling, while Harry's rose in turn. Likely sometime before the 28th if not on that day, Lily found out she was pregnant. The following was a string of purchases with nothing strange for what approximately four months. What followed, however, was strange.
A spontaneous and sudden series of enormous increases and decreases in wealth was made in Harry's name. Most of which were no smaller than six digits in scale. All enormous and all not from the Potter Family.
Harry also noticed that these shifts couldn't be from his parents as neither of them suffered a subtraction from their own funds.
To make things even stranger, after August the 6th, 1980 the location of all three Potters was recorded as garbled ink lines. Almost as if someone handed over the ink pen towards a three-year-old who was just starting to learn how to write. The name of the location was completely illegible.
"Wait…" Harry said to himself. He looked over the numbers again. Again, none of the enormous sums in his name came from his parents.
"I just want to make sure, but this part here. Why is it unknown?" Harry asked.
"Fidelius most likely." Andromeda said. "Not even a ledger can know the secret unless it's written into it. Powerful magic."
"If that's the case, then no one should have known where I was, or where we were." Harry theorized.
"I thought the same thing. Ragnuk wasn't sure how to explain this part either." Andromeda said, "However I have a suspicion. Building on what my husband had noticed earlier, Dumbledore's interest in you and your vault, which we can't prove, I think that the money in your name wasn't in your name."
"Huh?" Harry asked intelligently.
"I mean, that money was given to you, it was direct towards you. Look here." She pointed towards the earlier pages. "If I'm right, your mother was buying stuff for you before you were even born. That means that your wealth was valued in goods, not galleons. The things she bought were meant for you. If this ledger is supposed to be read as such, then someone or a group of individuals prioritized a great deal of money with you as the intended goal. When you get to the most famous date in your life, you'll see what I mean."
Harry knew exactly what she meant. Shuffling through he found the date he was looking for. October 31, 1981. Almost immediately after that date, that spike in finances in his name, returned to a more reasonable number. The implication was simple. "Someone knew…" Harry muttered.
"Knew what?" Andromeda asked.
"Someone knew I was going to stop You-Know-Who." Harry said in disbelief.
"Let's not jump to conclusions," Andromeda said rationally. "Although I'm thinking along similar lines. While I doubt someone knew you would beat him, at the very least this confirms that the increase in wealth, under your name was with the intent of beating Voldemort."
"What else could it mean?" Harry asked.
"A number of things, but there is no evidence to support any of them for now. What we do know is that someone knew that the Potters were important and put a lot of money behind you."
"Dumbledore." Harry almost spat out flatly.
"Easy on the hate there Harry." Andromeda teasingly said before she too grew melancholy. "But yes, I think so too. Albus was supposedly the one to learn that You-Know-Who was after your parents. The timing lines up. If I remember correctly, when your wealth increased, it was also when your parents were rushed into hiding."
"So my parents put a great deal of money into fighting the war. They find out my mom is having me, then after I was born, I get a huge boon in my name, my parents are rushed into hiding with me, and said boon vanishes after you-know-who dies. Does that sum it up?" Harry narrated.
"Yes, but there's more." Andromeda said with an evil smile. "Compare these two sheets, I think you'll like what you see." As Harry looked at the two sheets his first response was anger, but it quickly turned into a smile just as evil as Andromeda's.
Turning to her, her smile grew along with his. "We got him." Harry said.
Andromeda nodded, "Yes, but it won't be enough. We'll need a lot more charges for anything to really stick. Unfortunately for us, Albus Dumbledore has a reputation bigger than his beard. Just this alone, won't be enough to remove him from influencing your life. You'll need a lot more to break down his reputation enough for the charges to stick and for people to realize they can't allow him control over your life."
Harry nodded in agreement. For now, Albus had too much prestige for any dirt to be considered dirty. If he wanted the people to see past the rose-colored smell that was Dumbledore's machinations, they'd need a lot more evidence against the man.
"On the plus side, there is something else that might be in our favor." Andromeda said, drawing Harry back down to the final section of parchment.
This was far more recent, only a year ago. Starting in August, and continuing till that very summer and day, was the name, Lily Potter.
"Is that-" Harry began before Andromeda cut in quickly. "Don't get your hopes up Harry. Yes, it means there's a good chance she's alive, but if my theory was correct then it could simply be a fundraiser or something else directed in her name.
Harry quelled his over-eager hopes. Yes, even James had a cost stapled to his name after the 31st of October, likely the price of his parents' coffin and tombstone. But still, there was hope. What's more, there was another point in favor of her being alive. The date.
July 31st, 1991, the same day that Harry Potter became an obscurus, whole, and rejoined the magical world.
Looking over Harry noticed that her wealth was constantly shifting after the major jump from the 31st. The amount increasing and decreasing freely from 12048 galleons to 16064 galleons.
That deviation was maintained throughout the whole year since her name reappeared in the file. What confused Harry was why such a constant deviation. Harry knew there was some meaning behind it, but from this alone, he could not come to an answer off the top of his head.
Before he became fixated on the evidence that supported Lily Potter's survival, she interjected, "Look at the parts I highlighted in green."
Harry, doing as she asked, noticed several large sections of green showed shifts in his wealth. They started out as decreased values and then anywhere from seconds after to days later, the amount taken would be returned.
"Albus." Harry stated aloud. It wasn't a question but it came out with such uncertainty it felt like one.
"The first real evidence of it." Andromeda said calmly, a slight coldness in her tone. "The green highlights are the places where Albus's withdrawals match with Gringotts. The red highlighted area where withdrawals were made from Gringotts for you, in the name of payment for taking care of you. Notice how each of those lines show a drop of 5,000 galleons. The wealth seems to vanish, and it's always 5000 galleons in worth and according to this record book, you never received that money."
This is perfect. Harry now knows the first inklings of a case against Dumbledore and the first steps to freeing himself from the man's machinations.
The front door banged open and a loud booming shout startled the two out of their musings.
"HARRY! I KNOW YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!"
"Uncle!" Tonks shouted in startled surprise, before triggering a loud thud from falling out of the couch.
Andromeda looked up in amusement, "Sounds like Nymphadora is awake and my husband's home." she said with mirthful enjoyment. Shouting back, "Welcome home dear. Now, what did Harry do?" Andromeda tried to get more info from her husband.
Ted walked into the room looking like he'd just gone two nights without sleep. "You didn't do this, didn't you." he said again, refusing to let go of his suitcase.
Harry looked sheepishly and slightly concerned as he nodded. "Let's say I did. What did I do exactly?"
"Calm down dear," Andromeda said calmly, "Take a breath and start from the beginning. Without blaming Harry."
Seeing his wife's calm demeanour Ted stepped back and took a few deep breaths. Letting out a sigh, he calmly looked at Harry. "Are you, or are you not, responsible for the protections placed around Returner and Handsinn: Potions and Elixirs Emporium?"
Harry nodded, "Well, yeah, you came with me when I put them down two days ago."
Ted sat down and rubbed his head. His stomach growled at him as the smell of roasted bacon and potatoes wafted into the room.
"I forgot that was cooking." Andromeda whispered to herself, leaving to retrieve the meal Harry was cooking in the background.
"What kind of protections did you put down?" Ted asked with a sigh of both disbelief and acknowledgement.
"They were pretty basic runes. I use them to reinforce my door at Hogwarts to prevent people from sneaking into my room. Their molecular binding runes that change the arrangement of molecules between two objects so that they are essentially a single object."
Ted shook his head in exasperation. Continuing Harry added, "They were set to activate when the owner closed the store down. Except for him, anyone stupid enough to enter after shop hours would be bound to whatever surface they touch. And since my previous protections did the same thing to the goods on the shelves, any thief would remain stuck there until either the owner opens the store or deactivates the array."
Pausing Harry asked with concern, "Did the runes fail? Did I mess up somewhere?"
Ted hearing Harry's concern did wonders to calm his own frustrations. "No Harry, forgive me. It's just been a rough day defending the shop owner. I succeeded since it wasn't difficult to provide evidence of breaking and entering but still it was a messy sight."
"What do you mean by that Ted?" Andromeda asked with interest, carrying a large platter with a scrumptious smelling centerpiece.
"Oh, if there was ever a smell that could wake Merlin. What is that dear?" Ted asked even as his taste buds salivated under the smell of the platter.
"You'll have to ask Harry." she said with a grin.
Turning to Harry, Harry just smiled at Ted. "It's a Bacon-Jacket Potato Roast, with fresh caesar salad side, and fruit and cheese spread." It was a beautiful spread in Ted's opinion. From twelve to five, with the roast, a fine marble red slab in the center, grapes, strawberries, sliced banana, and oranges fell outward in a wavy pattern. The same could be said for the arrangement of cheese that made up the remaining portion of the platter from six to eleven on said platter. To the side was a large serving bowl of caesar salad with croutons, dressing, and sprinkled parmesan cheese.
"May I?" Ted asked, clearly in need of a good meal.
"Of course, sir." Harry replied. Getting a wonderful size serving, Ted leaned back taking the first few bites. Andromeda watched as her husband quickly relaxed and mellowed out to the consistency of toothpaste.
"Next time we should offer him dinner before he can get upset." she whispered to Harry. Harry nodded in agreement with a grin.
"So?" Andromeda probed.
Ted, awakening from his wonderful meal, coughed and put on his work face. "Right, the runes you placed worked perfectly. The problem was they worked too well. Three robbers tried to steal from the shop but were immediately stuck to the items they intended to steal. For the whole night, they were pretty much stuck there. By morning two had fallen and got their backs stuck to the shelves along with their hands, dislodging their shoulders. The third, the genius he was, tried apparating. First time I've seen a splinching not caused by inexperience."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Your runes prevented him from apparating with the limb that was stuck. His hand was stuck to the store, and when he appeared, his hand was ripped off and left behind. It was quite a mess. The thieves were trying to sue the man for dark magic. Apparently that was more of a concern then the three of them breaking into a shop that was closed. I had to defend the owners claim that the runes were not dark, which took forever, and then prosecute the point that the 'injured party' was guilty of attempted theft."
"How did that go?" Harry asked, taking a bite of his potato roast, mentally making a note that it needed more pepper in the mix next time. "By the way, heya Nym."
Nymphadora gave a small wave, flinching in pain her muscles put pressure on the blue bruises over her body.
Ted smiled, "Give me some credit Harry. No worries, the shop was cleared of the charges, and the three were charged with attempted theft. The store also gained significant publicity, not that it needs it. The Aurors had a hard time keeping people away. It seems that elixir is starting to sell like hotcakes.
Harry's pride rose a few notches hearing this. "Well, the elixir does start showing its effects pretty quickly. It only takes a few days for a noticeable difference. Sales should really skyrocket once a month or two passes. Diagon Alley is liable to see a lot of foreigners coming in to see if it's real or not."
Andromeda got a gleam in her eye as she stared at Harry. "So, does it really work?"
Harry just nodded. "Yeah, if you want to try it I'll give you two months worth."
Tonks swallowed a large piece of roast potato and bacon, jabbing her fork up at Harry. "Wait, you mean that stuff isn't some makeup or something but an actual youth elixir."
"Nymphadora! Don't point your fork at people." Andromeda chided.
"Don't-"
"Call you Nymphadora, anyway yes, it's not some knockoff makeup." Harry explained, cutting off Nym before she could get on a roll. "If you don't believe me, wait two months. Those that bought the gimmick are going to be in for a surprise."
Tonks still didn't believe it. "How is it possible that a first-year wizard, with no background in magic, was able to make an elixir of youth! The age changing candy ball is one thing, but immortality?" She said in disbelief.
"It's not immortality." Harry said swallowing the bite he had just taken. "The potion revitalizes and restores the body and its magic to its most optimal state. Unlike a drug it doesn't force a foreign change, rather, the elixir stimulates the host's magic to naturally and passively revitalize their own body along with the telomeres that are responsible for ageing."
"Tella-meers?" Andromeda asked uncertainty. Even Ted was looking at Harry in confusion and he was raised up with muggles.
Harry facepalmed and sighed. He wasn't about to tell them that the elixir was developed nearly eight hundred years in his future, or more accurately, two hundred years in his past. Plus explaining to wizards who barely understood the concept of a non-existent technology like wifi singles had no chance of understanding the biological importance and role telomeres have on DNA and ageing.
"Nevermind. The potion doesn't stop ageing, it restores the body to efficiently heal better so ageing doesn't happen. A killing curse will still kill you, you just have a lot longer to live. And before anyone suggests it, no the potion isn't a drug of any sort. Stopping will simply result in the body returning to a natural state of decay. Aging would naturally start up again and so forth as if it never stopped."
"But it does reduce wrinkles and makes you more youthful." Andromeda fished out.
"Yes," Harry sighed, "The closer to your prime you are the better the effects. If you're too old it won't undo all the damage done, but it will help with a good deal and make you look and feel as if you were that young."
"Then, I might take you up on that offer." Andromeda said cheerfully.
"Andy-" Ted groaned out with worry.
"Oh, relax Ted. You've already seen Harry's work, plus I'm pretty sure he wouldn't let any of us take it if it wasn't safe. Not to mention I doubt the Goblins would patent the elixir if it wasn't good."
Ted's eyes lit up as he remembered something else. "That's right," he said looking at Harry. "The ministry was also trying to gain control over that elixir of yours. That patent really pissed them off. Since its Goblin made, the patent lasts so long as your family line exists and since they're policy and treaty makes confidentiality absolute the Ministry doesn't know you made it and are profiting from it."
"What about Mr. Handsinn?" Harry asked. "No worries. He's legally a wizard and all his papers check out. Even if from abroad, he's covered. Plus if anything else pops up, I'm paid a good coin to keep him covered." Ted said proudly.
"Is that true?" Andromeda asked.
Ted nodded. "Yes. Apparently, the shop is doing surprisingly well. Already it's gained a reputation through the gossiping housewives for having the cheapest and most efficient potions on the market. As I said, the Aurors had quite a time with the crowd."
Standing up Harry stepped back from his chair. "Sorry for being rude, but I have to go check on the potions bubbling in my trunk. I'll be right back."
Ted smiled back at Harry. "Take your time Harry. No worries."
Rushing upstairs Harry quickly descended into his trunk. Inside were forty-two cauldrons all frothing and boiling with a rainbow of colors and myriad of textures.
Checking each one, one by one, Harry made sure each was in good condition and brewing just right. Lastly, he walked over and looked into a large porcelain tub, big enough to fit two fully grown adults. The tub was Harry's first attempt at replicating the magic of the Cabinet he'd bought from Borgin and Burkes. It was barely a success. Harry succeeded in making a semi-working pair of cookie jars however it only worked completely with non-newtonian liquids. The twin tubs, was an experiment done to figure out why that happened. The end result was liquids poured into one tub, would drain and fill the sister tub.
Harry was at first disappointed with the results before hitting up the idea of using the tubs as a means of delivering his elixirs. While most potions would eat away at the porcelain, the Foy Elixir thankfully wasn't one of them. Best of all, it worked perfectly as a means of dealing with the dilution problem.
On a cabinet overlooking the tub, a small safe proudly stood. Tapping it twice with his wand Harry dragged the tip down, triggering the locking mechanism inside the safe. Inside was a vial, similar in size to the one Harry brought with him to Gringotts weeks ago.
Pulling out the pipette he sealed the vial shut, Harry carefully held the blood-red colored liquid up towards the light. It was a moot point, but Harry was cautious with contamination. Glad to see his worries were unfounded. Harry put the pipette back on and placed the vial back.
Sealing the plug for the tubs drain. Harry began to fill the tub up with water. The water was magically spawned so there were no concerns about contaminants there either. Once the tub was filled with 600 liters of water, Harry picked up the stopper and carefully put exactly three drops in the tub. With great speed, the water quickly shifted from its clear transparent shade to a bright red that was nowhere near the same blood-red hue that the vial contained.
The only flaw Harry's elixir had, was that it wasn't the actual elixir. That small vial in his hand was the true elixir, and it would kill anyone in its current state. Far from being the grand panacea of myth, the elixir healed effectively, acting more like a poison than a cure to ageing. Thankfully Harry found the solution in a one to two hundred ratio. For every two hundred liters of water, a single drop of the elixir could be diluted enough to still be effective and not kill its host. The best any human could manage would be the higher grade Harry made, which was a one to one-twenty ratio which was the safest Harry was willing to test back when he reversed engineered this potion.
Few humans could, but there were some that could handle a one to one hundred grade elixir, however anything less was letal, with a one hundred percent certainty. One to two-hundred might have dulled the effect but Harry sold it as such for the safety of stupid idiots who were liable to try consuming it in overdosing quantities.
At that grade, however, all they'd get is that week's worth and no benefits. Maybe longer hair and nails but nothing permanent.
Once the water was all a solid shade of red, Harry pulled the cord and watched it drain down into the abyss.
The abyss, however, was simply connected to the sister tub, and at that moment all of the freshly made elixir should be reaching Handsinn at that exact moment. Almost as if timed, a knock pulled Harry away from his finished job and up out of his trunk. Opening it up, Harry was surprised to see Tonks standing there, cheerful and confident.
"Watcher Harry. Mind if I come down there so we chat for a while?"
Harry looked down sheepishly into his trunk. He was surprised at the fact he didn't notice the smell of his trunk. With so many potions brewing and having not really cleaned any of it out since he got it, his trunk was starting to revolt.
"Ummm… maybe next time." Harry said hesitantly. "I should probably vent out the fumes before I let anyone down there."
Tonks paused for a moment before looking around with uncertainty. "Oh… um, right. Then can we uh… talk here? Or maybe… my room?" she asked, her voice barely making it past her lips when she mentioned her own room.
"Yeah. sure. Wherever you'd like." Harry said mirthfully.
"Great." Tonks cheered. "Into the depths we go!"
"Except for the trunk!" Harry intercepted quickly. "Seriously, I need to vent out and clean my trunk so it's safe… and not such a mess." Harry admitted.
"Got a messy room in there then Harry?" Tonks teased.
"Yeah." Harry admitted flatly with a frown.
Tonks didn't say anything before she turned and sat down on the bed. With a seriousness and concern unusual for the normally wild and exotic Tonks, she sat there waiting for Harry to join her. Doing so Harry sat beside her and realizing this was going to be a serious conversation had to ask.
"Should I lax my Occlumency?"
Tonks looked at him with but a glance. A deluge of emotions fluttering behind her eyes. "No! No, um… yes. Maybe? No, at least… not yet." She barely managed to sputter out in a heated mess.
"Nym. Relax." Harry said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Deep breaths. Pull your thoughts into an orderly pile, and read them out."
Tonks rolled her eyes, hating the sudden maturity that Harry occasionally expressed.
Still, she did as he said, even as she grumbled under her breath over it. "If I had a knut for every time…"
Taking a breath Tonks rose her shoulders before exhaling and relaxing her border until it was in a slumped position. The breaths were greatly exaggerated but they did help.
"Okay." She began. "Look, I'm not good with this stuff so… Thanks, for everything."
Harry wasn't sure what she meant so just smiled and nodded. "Anytime."
Seeing that Harry didn't quite get the message she tried again. "No, I mean. With practice, and well, beating my ass around and such… thanks."
Harry stayed quiet waiting for her to continue.
"I used to wonder what it would have been like. How capable you were as a duelist. And when you finally let loose… It made me realise how weak I was." Tonks admitted.
"I mean, it sucked and frustrated me when you really beat me down when we started. And I hated it." Tonks admitted. "I mean I'm a seventh year and I was getting my ass handed to me by a bloody first-year who has at best a years worth of magical experience. I felt pathetically weak and unqualified to even try to be an Auror. At some point, I got over that and kept going just to spite you and prove I could do it."
She remained silent for a moment before a smile brightened her features. "But when I got to the exam, it was like you were still there, except this time you were coaching me. Under all that pressure and stress it was like you were haunting me, giving me the answers I needed to pass, and my body just reacted. When I passed, I was still pissed at you and the fact your voice was in my head. However, after a week's worth of training under Mad-eye, I'm actually amazed."
She looked down at Harry and gave him a shit-eating grin, "Your training is worse than Mad-eyes." she said mockingly. "Mad-eyes tough, but even he doesn't strike me head-on and fling me around the room."
Harry looked down in remorse. He knew his method would work, but he also knew this was going to be the outcome. Tonks passing and holding a grudge.
"Honestly after we stopped a week ago… I kinda missed it."
Harry looked back up at Tonks's admission. Despite her cheery and carefree portail, behind her uncertainty and uncharacteristic hesitance, there was both joy and fear. Tonks for all her frustrations, they were not caused by him.
"It felt like you were holding back sure, and that really put me down, but behind all that, you knew what you were doing, what you were aiming for. Each lesson taught me something or beat something into my body. You beat knowledge into my head and literally beat responses into my muscles. After this week I kind of missed you teaching me how to survive as an Auror."
"I still want to know how you knew all of the stuff you do-" she bit back, getting a little off-topic, "-but that's why… yeah, thanks for that. After passing I know that I would have likely passed even on my own, but I doubt I would be where I am now."
"And with that out of the way…" Harry said cheekily, he braced himself as Tonks grew flustered with her own grin.
"You prat, I'm being serious here." She said as she ruffled up his hair.
"Funny, I thought you were being Tonks." Harry retorted, inciting further ruff housing from Tonks. Tonks fell over onto Harry as he tried to gain distance, but relented and accepted his fate as Tonks managed to grab his pillow and proceeded to pound him with it.
Eventually she settled down and laid beside him, eventually, she began to speak again. "I was kidnapped as a kid."
Harry's focus snapped into place, as he rose up rapidly to stare down at Tonks. Her eyes covered by her arm as she lay there breathing heavily from their bout.
Before he could ask or say anything she added, "I was four when it happened. I got separated from dad when we went shopping. In the crowd at Diagon Alley. A wizard noticed my hair changing color when I was upset and they took me. An Auror who was there shopping spotted me and recognized me. My dad helped her with a legal case and knew I was in trouble. She stopped the kidnapping before it even happened."
"Is that why you wanted to become an Auror?" Harry asked.
"Partially." Tonks admitted. "Actually yeah, it's why I want to be an Auror."
Harry noticed her phrasing instantly. "What's the other reason?"
Sitting up Tonks looked tired, a worried kind of tired, but tired all the same. "Kidnapping an Auror is too risky." she said flatly, not mirth or joy in her words.
Harry was slowly getting an idea as to what this was about.
"I chose to be an Auror, but in reality it was so I could have the protection that comes with being an Auror." Tonks added.
"Human Trafficking." Harry said aloud, venom dripping from his lips.
Tonks looked surprised but nodded. "I'm a metamorphmagus. We're really rare, and can change our appearance at will."
"Which makes you exotic, and being a gorgeous female with attitude makes you a profitable prospect to the darker part of society." Harry finished, adding to what Tonks was saying.
"I'm kinda surprised." Tonks said looking over at Harry, "I sort of expected you to be pulling a Granger here and ranting about how wrong this is."
Harry groaned and exhaled. "It is wrong, but I can't say I'm surprised." he admitted. Even back when he was looking into the lost culture of wizards, the signs that such dark markets existed was prevalent. The whole 'arrogance of being pureblood', just made it all the more believable.
Silence weighed heavily between the two. Tonks not sure what Harry was thinking about in his silence, but too cautious to ask anything or say anything in the presence of the gaze that was melting the floor. Likewise, Harry was too enraptured by his own thoughts, the connections forming from his own experiences and research with what was happening.
Eventually he asked, "This is why you don't leave the house. It's not that you can't, it's that it's too risky."
Tonks nodded. "Even as badass as I am now, there's a chance dark wizards would find me and try to sell me. Mom's terrified by this, and I think my dad still blames himself for that day."
"But by becoming an Auror, not only can you fight back legally without concern, but the Aurors would hunt heavily for you if you ever were overwhelmed." Harry rationalized.
Tonks grinned at this. "Most wizards aren't stupid enough to try and sell a registered Auror. Plus it means I'll be in a position to join any investigations that involve trafficking rings once I'm enlisted."
Harry relaxed his shoulders, leaning back into the soft embrace of the blanket beneath him. His mind a wander with speculation and intrigue. His mind contemplated the truth of a darker market, one that would buy and sell human life at a whim. While a spark inside him wondered how best to crush such a market, a darker side of himself was wondering just what benefits could be gained from such a market if one could access it.
Even as he considered this a stray thought crossed Harry's mind. "Now it makes sense."
"What does?"
Harry turned to Tonks as he answered. "The reason why your mum had me deal with you."
Tonks's hair turned from its regular pink to a bright pinkish-red. "Oh. Yeah, thanks for that too." She said with a cheeky grin. "It's kinda hard to find relief during the summers when my folks keep me indoors all year long. Honestly, I'm kinda surprised. I didn't think you would be so straight forward."
Harry scratched the back of his head, "Yeah. Sorry about that."
"So?" Tonks asked, leaning in with her grin widening.
"So, what?"
Tonks's grin grew wider as Harry leaned further away. "Who did you do it with before you dog?"
Harry's unease that had been growing died boringly and quick. "Oh, that's all? You're my first."
Tonks blinked and scoffed at the notion. "Oh come off it Harry. There's no way you were a virgin."
Harry shrugged even as Tonks's form slow started to loom over him, not that Tonks appeared to be aware of it. "I mean, I got Katie off, but you were my first." Harry informed her, ignoring the fact he had already had, what, four kids already.
Tonks stared blankly at him before she started laughing maniacally. "Merlin's balls you were a virgin! Bloody'ell Harry, you're a freakin natural at sex." Tonks cackled out before she started choking on the humor.
Harry just shrugged as he enjoyed, Tonks's own enjoyment at that fact. It was nice seeing her laugh freely again. With all the stress the exam and his own exploits had been placing on her, it was nice to see the laid back Nymphadora again.
"Haaa," Tonks managed to sigh out, finally gaining control over her diaphragm, "That was funny. So, was that really your first time or were you just boasting?"
"First time having sex, second time officially pleasing a women."
"Well then stud, be careful the next time you show a girl your stuff, you might break them." Tonks teased out.
"I'm not that good." Harry stated aloud as if it was just a fact. Honestly, he didn't think he was all that good. He knew of people far more skilled than he was and they didn't use mind tricks to get a feel of how they were doing.
Tonks rolled onto her side to gaze into Harry's green eyes. She had never gotten a good look at them before, but now she could see them as clearly as the stars. A small grin forming as she gazed at him turned into a smirk. "Oh trust me, you're good. If you're not a natural, then I'll eat my wand."
"So do you want salt, pepper, or sesame to go with your wand?" Harry jokingly jabbed.
Tonks threw a quick jab into his side as she snickered. "Jerk. Take the complement Harry."
"Thanks Tonks, you're not such a bad fuck yourself." Harry returned much to Tonks's blushing enjoyment.
"How crass of you." she managed to get out between small chuckles. Looking over at Harry she paused for a bit before rolling over on top of him. "Care to try for an encore?"
Harry looked into Tonks's eyes, mentally straining to ensure his occlumency didn't slip.
"Relax Harry." Tonks said, seeing Harry's struggle. "I don't mind if you peak, but only if you can guess what color my knickers are."
Harry smirked. "Red and black bikini bottoms."
Tonks froze in surprise. "Hey! Did you-"
"Your jeans slipped during training." Harry explained with a smirk. Raising his arms he grabbed onto Tonks's shoulders and with surprising ease flipped her over, using her weight as leverage. With his hands pinning her shoulders to the bed Tonks fell onto her back, the bed's soft embrace bouncing her back into his weight. Tonks felt a shiver in her loins at the pressure. She licked her lips as she stared into those defiant and commanding green eyes.
"What else do you know?"
Leaning down, Harry slowly approached her and grazed her cheek as he moved to whisper into her ear.
"I knew that you swing both ways." He whispered in a husky voice that contradicted his youthful appearance. "You find pleasure in both leading and surrendering. In being both the receiver and giver."
Tonks shivered as each word seemed to caress her very mind. Leaning in a bit more Harry nibbled on her earlobe. Tonks felt a slight shock followed by a flow of heat and tingling rush down her spine. Oh yes, he was good. "But more than anything," he whispered into her ear so quietly and with such foreboding that Tonks felt she'd wet herself, "you like being tied down. Not domination or submission, you like the pleasure of giving in to a lover who can tame your wild nature."
Harry dragged his hand up from her shoulder, traveled up her collarbone and neck, settling down against her cheek. "You like being weighed down by someone far more experienced than yourself,"
His hand pulled back down from her cheek, down the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Tonks felt completely paralyzed, only now beginning to fear that she awakened or tempted something far more dangerous then she had expected.
His hand traced over towards her chest where finger by finger his digits hooking themselves along her shirt's collar. "To be enveloped in both the safety of their embrace and the excitement from the-"
Harry hand traced a silent spell that weakened the fabric and with a shark tug, firmly hissed, "-risk!"
The red and black shirt, iconic to her wardrobe tore as if it were moist rice paper. In a single motion, it flew off freeing Tonks's bra for the world to see. Tonks felt the building of an orgasm spark to life at the act. Her loins growing wetter by the second. Sure she was into older men, but god did Harry know how to rev-up her engine and, merlin, was he coaxing her into gear like a master.
"As I recall." Harry added. "You gave me permission to peak if I guessed correctly." Harry teased. Dropping his occlumency completely he let his mind envelop the surface of her thoughts. "So let's see how you like this."
Pulling her arms up, Harry brought his hands up and pinned Tonks's arms above her head. Tonks shifted beneath him to break free, but straddling her waist Harry placed his weight right over her womb. The pressure and heat caught Tonks unaware. Her breath lost, she gasped for air to replace that lost which was lost.
Diving down Harry forced her into a deep kiss. Her mind rang and sang with pleasure as his tongue speared hers and claimed dominion over her mouth. Their lips locked, Tonks shifted fruitlessly as she accepted and became accustomed to the weight on top of her.
Tonks fell deeper into bliss, loving the feeling of it all. Harry was attacking all the right spots. Teasing and riling her up, Harry kept absolute control, pulling away and slowing at the right time just before she could lose herself to pleasure. The constant drive of pleasure and pauses, ensure she was driven to higher and higher heights, all the while keeping her mind vivid to the feelings he drew from her.
"Oh, merlin. Shit he's good. Right, there, stroke my tongue...mmmm… like that. Dammit why couldn't I have had him as my first?" Tonks thought to herself as she reveled in the feeling.
Harry grinned. Replacing the right hand that held her arms at bay with his left, Harry flicked his wand into his grasp. A carefully cast levitation charm. "Who says you can't?"
Tonks focused her eyes questioningly on Harry. "So? When did my little Nymph graduate from being a virgin?" Tonks looked away from his eyes, hoping he wouldn't see the answer in them.
Turning his wand to her hands, casting a hefty sticking charm, Harry removed his hand, brought it to her exposed bra and slipped his hand into it. Tonks inhaled as his hand pressed against her supple breasts, her bra, no longer protecting her, squeezed his hand deeper into her flesh. Tonks moaned under the touch and tried to roll away but was unable to under his weight.
"Well?" Harry whispered. "When was it?"
Tonks gasped as Harry's hand touched her hardened nipple. Suddenly he gripped it and she felt the anticipation of what was to come, spired her in the hope that he was going to-
"FOURTH YEAR!" Tonks yell out, Harry twisting her nipple suddenly and roughly.
Harry smiled. "I know." he lied. "There's nothing about you, that I can't find out." he stated, and despite the logic that such a thing was impossible, Tonks felt herself warm up even more, knowing that she could do nothing but lay herself bare for him to read. Exposed and under his thumb.
"You can't hide from me." He whispered, playing on the thoughts that made her come closer to the edge. Playing on her desire, he added, "Go on, imagine it. You back in your second year, as pure as your slutty ass could allow. Bound and pinned, with nothing to stop you from enjoying what is to come."
Tonks rolled back her eyes moaning. God, she could image it. God she wished it was true. The sound of a cork popping made her open her eyes. "Wine?" she wondered, but Harry prevented her from seeing. Forced her into a kiss, she felt something roll into her mouth. A candy? She tried to pull back but Harry's tongue skilfully forced her back, slowly rolling her tongue out of the way and the candy further back. Between his dominance and need for air, she gave in and swallowed.
A sudden rush left Tonks lightheaded. "Now… how do you feel."
Tonks blinked as she looked up. Trying to move, she felt… smaller. Her eyes widened as Harry's weight seemed to double and his body grew to loom over her imposingly.
No, he hadn't grown, she had shrunk. Glancing to the mirror on his desk, Tonks saw the small girl from long ago stare back at her.
Pressing down, Harry smashed his lips into hers and the two made out, Harry cupping her far flatter chest, teasing her less developed nipples. Tonks groaned, her pleasure seemingly doubled all of a sudden, compressed into her smaller tighter body.
"Harry! Don't stop. I'm almost there." She moaned out.
Harry removed his hand from her chest and Tonks feared he was going to tease her. "No, don't stop!" her voice was much smaller, younger and Harry laughed at how cute she was now.
"Oh don't worry, we're not stopping- YET!" Harry said, thrusting his hand down her loose panties. The cloth, now many sizes too big, provided no resistance. Tonks threw her head back rolling in pleasure.
"Yes, oh merlin Harry, shove it in. Shove your fingers in!"
Harry brought his fingers up. Each digit was drenched and Harry smiled. "You sure?"
"Yes please, stick them in!"
Harry smirked. Pulling down her knickers with the same trick he used on her shirt, Harry ripped them from her legs, the cloth giving way at its thinnest point. Tonks moaned in response, she was just on the rim, she just needed one little…
Suddenly a blur of pain made her go faint, the shock surprising her but also flushed her body with an inferno of heat. Tonks knew it was pain, but the flush and wave drove her over the edge and she couldn't feel the pain at all. Looking down she saw Harry's dick stretching her open. Her smaller frame giving it the appearance of a beast storming her cavern.
"Oh god…" she moaned, her eyes widening. Harry shifted slightly, pain rushed her but for a moment so did pleasure. Harry could hear it and moved ever so slightly, grinding up against that one point as he leaned into her, moving his lips to her ear.
"And now, I've taken all of you." Tonks's eyes widened as the limited movement of her arms rekindled the waves of pleasure for a second surge. Looking down in disbelief she couldn't believe her eyes. "M-my, virginity?"
She looked back at Harry and let the sultriest smile she had grace her face. "Go ahead. Take all of it. Take me. Ram it in and plow me into this bed." She ordered.
Harry did as she asked, even as her cuteness killed the sexiness that her older self would have brought.
Without delay or hesitation, Harry plunged his rod all the way in, pressing it right up against her womb. Tonks eyes closed shut as another mini orgasm hit her.
Her arms bound above her, meant almost nothing now. Right now she felt his massive cock plow her virgin soil, and merlin did he stretch her. Over and over he ran it into her, and each time she grew more accustomed to it, her tight snatch stretching permanently to his shape.
"Yes, Yes! Just like that. Harder!"
Harry nodded, and slowing down drove it painfully back and slammed it into her like a battering ram. Tonks's body rode up the bed, unable to take it. She screamed in lustful delirium. That one thrust felt like a bolt just fried her brain.
"Again!"
Harry pulled back agonizingly slowly, this time slightly shifting his weight to stretch her sides, putting delicious pressure on her inner tunnel. Again, he thrust in hitting her cervix and her body lurched and her head rolled back.
Tonks felt conflicted. She wanted him to continue like that. Pulling back and pounding her hard, but she was so close. The third orgasm was so close. She could feel it. If she let it grow any more, she was unsure if she'd have anything left. Having him jackhammer into her would bring her to climax, but it felt so good.
The choice, however, was taken from her as Harry instantly picked up the pace and began rapidly pounding her with quick thrust that sent her mind swirling. The sudden change and lack of control caused Tonks to tighten up, causing even more pleasure to flood her brain.
"Yes, I'm gonna cum!"
Harry smiled. "Then cum. Unravel under me. Cum for me my darling Nymphie."
Again and again, his dick slammed into her and with a single thrust that threatened to breach her cervix Tonks exploded. Her climax was instant and her body arched onto her arms. With her eyes rolled back she shivered in ecstasy as the orgasm hit her in seismic waves, each resonating with the last keeping her at her peak.
Harry left his rod where it lay, deep within her depths. His own strength not undone, Harry let his body collapse on her knowing the effect it would have. The added weight adding to her climax provided a comfort in the throes of bliss.
After a few minutes Tonks felt the need for relief, but before she could say or really think anything, Harry removed himself from her and oxygen filled her lungs in full. The rush sparked a tingling or residual pleasure and caused her to moan out a sigh of relief.
Slowly, her breath coming under her control Tonks slowly enjoyed the feeling as Harry's cock excited her and he lay beside her. Unlike the last time, she was fully aware and in control to enjoy what she saw. Neither frustrated, nor exhausted, nor upset, the site of Harry was a marvelous one.
His green eyes watching her carefully, caringly, and with a knowing confidence.
Tonks grinned to herself. "I might just have to rethink my preference for older men…" she thought. As she was right now, Harry's form looked even larger than it did when he was the one under the effect of the pill.
"So how was it?" Harry asked.
Tonks continued to catch her ragged breath before turning and smiling. "Bloody brilliant. Though it's a bit off, losing my virginity again."
Harry scratched his ear shyly. "Yeah, didn't expect it to actually restore your virginity there."
"Wait? Really?" Tonks asked in disbelief.
"I just assumed it made you feel like you were before you lost it." Harry admitted.
Tonks grin grew sly. "Guess that means I can lose it to you again next time."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Next time?"
"Yeah," Tonks said smugly, "Next time. Don't think I'm letting such a good fuck get away from me. Summers suck course I get no action. Not this time. I'm gonna milk this for all its worth."
Harry froze at that. "Speaking of which," he cautiously began, "is there an anti-pregnancy potion I should start brewing?"
It was Tonks's turn to raise an eyebrow this time. After a moment of thought, she remembered that Harry was muggle raised. "Oh right. Relax, you can't get me pregnant."
"Wait, I can't?" Harry said in surprise.
"Yeah, ever wonder why wizarding families only have one or two children and the parents are all in their mid-twenties forties? Witches and wizards can't normally get pregnant at a young age. I mean, sure, there are exceptions, like the Weasley's, but normally it's hard just conceiving a child. Getting one child is hard, getting two is a blessing. Getting seven?" Tonks shivered, "Either she's one persistent woman, or the Weasley's have some secret method to making children."
"So there's no reason to worry?" Harry asked.
"Would you be disappointed if I did get pregnant?" Tonks asked.
"No." Harry cut out, surprising Tonks. "I wouldn't be disappointed, far from it. However, I don't think I'm ready to be a father just yet. Doesn't mean I won't take responsibility, I just don't think now would be a smart idea."
Tonks bit her lip. "Seriously Harry, you're going to kill me if you keep this up."
"Before he does, make sure you remember to close the door before you begin."
Tonks jumped up like a rabbit when her mother appeared and spoke from the door.
"Mum!"
"Hi, Mrs. Tonks." Harry replied. He had noticed her almost five minutes ago and when she didn't intervene he passed it as her just caring for her daughter. Mainly because he didn't want to overthink the situation.
"Get dressed you two. I want you two to work on your studies and remain occupied for the next three hours." Andromeda ordered.
Looking at the clock, Harry noticed it was almost well into the evening.
"Why?" Tonks and Harry said in sync.
Andromeda could almost keel over at the sight. "Oh, Harry's definitely a good influence on her." she thought.
"Because," she said aloud, "You're not the only one riled up, and your father and I need some alone time." in a tone that was as factual and flat as one could imagine.
As she slammed the door, the two teens looked at each other.
Almost immediately afterwards, Andromeda charged back in and smothered her daughter. "Oh god you are just too cute." she said, crushing Tonks in a bone-breaking hug. Upon letting go she rushed back out and left the two sitting there.
"Your mom is weird." Harry said boldly.
"She only gets like this when she is desperate or backed up." Tonks said nonchalantly. "Normally she or dad would help me when I got too stressed, so she's not usually like this. Mum's quick to build up her magic and she's a bit of a short fuse."
Harry decided to remember that for later. It was like they were two different people. One who is calm, methodical and intelligent with a hint of playfulness. The other was energetic, childish, and overzealous.
"So MUK really doesn't affect emotional and mental states." he confirmed more for himself. "What about your dad?"
"Oh, uhhh, don't know. Dad's always the same actually." Tonks thought aloud.
Harry wondered if that was due to him building up magic at a slower rate while alleviating the stress built long before it became a problem.
Harry smirked as a stray thought came to mind. Holding back his chuckles the second year Tonks looked over at Harry. "What's so funny?"
"How much do you want to bet that, You-Know-Who was such a dick because he couldn't get any?"
Tonks froze at the thought before she started to laugh hysterically. "Oh please, don't. Just don't Harry." she managed to get out between laughter. "Oh merlin, I can totally see that happening."
"You know, that might be why all the purebloods are such pricks, they can't get any relief." she retorted, crumbling into further laughter along with Harry.
As the two came down from their fits of laughter the two stopped and got their stuff together.
"By the way, when did you dispel that charm you used to bind me?" Tonks asked, she didn't notice it until now but when she was climaxing, the charm was still in place. She didn't notice him removing it.
"A little thing called misdirection." Harry teased twirling her panties in mid-air, the fabric restored to its former glory.
Tonks's eyes went wide and she charged Harry. "Give those back Harry!"
Flicking his wand out, Harry stood with only his pants on, having somehow rolled into them when dodging her charge.
"Come and get it, Auror. Show me what you got." Harry cheered.
Tonks smirk grew, not aware that she was an unknowing test subject. At the end of the ordeal, she got her favorite cotton pair back, and Harry learned that the potion didn't, in fact, reduce one's magic to that of their childhood. Good to know.