Harry and Tonks arrived back in Grimmauld Place with a pop and due to Harry's lack of grace with magical travel and Tonks' natural imbalance, the pair fell into a heap of interlocked limbs, with Harry pinning Tonks to the floor underneath him.

"Harry, you sly dog," Sirius laughed as he and others walked into the sitting room. "If you and Tonks wanted to get frisky then you only had to ask, take the room on the third floor, second door on the left. And make sure to put up silencing wards. Or not, if you wanted everyone to know about your exploits," Sirius joked.

Harry blushed as he quickly got off the floor and pulled Tonks up. "I'm going to bed," he quickly said, heading up the stairs to the room Sirius mentioned. As the people in the room watched him ascend.

"So," Sirius rounded on his cousin. "How's he doing," he probed Tonks for her impression.

"He's stressed, like nobody's business," Tonks sighed.

"Any ideas how to help," Sirius asked seriously.

"I agreed to be his girlfriend," Tonks blushed as she admitted.

"Nym-pha-dora," Molly Weasley shrieked. "You are far too old for a boy like him, what are you thinking."

Tonks fluffed up at the accusation that she was irresponsible for making this decision. "Well Molly," Tonks shot back. "I'm repaying a life debt to him, You-Know-Who was seconds away from exposing me in the midst of his goons when Harry pulled them away. And I didn't ask him to be my boyfriend, he asked if I would be his girlfriend, because that courageous MAN, has only seen a happy relationship from pictures of his parents when they were dating."

"So how dare you presume to know what my or his intentions are, when all he wants is someone to make him happy," she screamed at the cowering plump redheaded woman. Growling to herself Tonks stormed up the stairs to the room Harry had closed himself into.

"Nymphadora," Harry squeaked when Tonks threw open the door and slammed it shut behind her.

"Budge over," she told him as she crossed the room, stripping down to her skivvies and climbing into the bed with him. "I get cuddly when I'm upset," she told him as she pulled Harry's body close to hers. "Better get used to it."

Harry had initially panicked at the semi-naked woman who climbed into bed with him and his aversion to touch was overpowered when he felt her very warm body press against him. His face was beet red as he felt his blood rush to his head as he confirmed that, yes, Nymphadora's large breasts were firmly planted on his back. However he could only maintain that level of worry for a moment before exhaustion overtook him and he fell into a deep slumber.

Albus returned with the Durley's to a huge argument between Sirius and Molly, as other's peppered in their thoughts and opinions. "What is going on here," he shouted above the noise.

"Albus, it's unconscionable," Molly declared. "That strumpet Nymphadora is trying to seduce Harry."

Sirius scowled at the callous insults aimed at his family. "How dare you, Nymphadora is a fine young woman and if Harry wants to begin dating her and she accepts, then don't get between them."

Albus pinched his brow. "Okay, everyone will need to be here, I feel as though today has been a long day," Dumbledore said over the noise as he drew his wand, expanding the room and its furniture to accommodate all the people. "Now, I will start by explaining the information I know of what has transpired. From there we will go around the room to fill any gaps." His gaze wandered the room looking for affirmation. "Good, so when I first got word of this," he began from his perspective.

Albus stood at a podium attempting to get the crowds of lords and ladies to listen to him. But he was a single man and Tom had ordered his Death Eaters to bribe key people who would have listened to him into thinking he was a crackpot even if they were not there themselves. As he was making another impassioned speech the door to the chamber flew open and a clerk with a long parchment, "Minister, you were right, he's doing exactly as you said."

Cornelius Fudge smiled gleefully as he took the sheet and started reading. "Ah ha, I have him now," he happily said. "Look proof of the Potter boy's wrongdoing, he has been casting spells almost nonstop for the last few minutes."

"The quill was still writing but after the dozenth spell I felt it wasn't pertinent to wait for him to finish sir," the clerk added.

Cornelius turned to face Madame Bones, "Well, I'm certain this is proof enough to have him arrested and brought in for breaking numerous laws."

Amelia sighed as she nodded, knowing that the law was the law. As she stood to gather her aurors, Dumbledore left his pedestal. "Amelia, please, would you kindly allow me to join you, I fear something is terribly amiss here." He had glimpsed the list that Cornelius had by seeing his surface thoughts as the minister read it and knew Harry did not know those spells.

"Very well Albus, but you don't interfere," Amelia ordered him.

"And that is how I came upon the scene," Albus finished explaining his day.

Molly opened her mouth, but Sirius spoke up quicker. "We were all here, going about our day when Tonks came in screaming her head off, some of us, didn't want to go until we could contact you," he hissed at the occupants who had said they would need to wait before going to help Harry. "So when we finally organized, we arrived and the fighting was already over."

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "I managed to see the memory of Arabella when Amelia took it from her. I have it securely in the Hogwarts' pensieve, for those that can stomach it."

"How bad is it," Minerva asked.

"Horrible," Albus admitted.

Sirius shook his head. "I want to see it," he declared. "Harry had to face that monster on his own, I want to know how bad it got."

Shacklebolt shook his head. "Can't let you leave the house, not until Amelia summons you," he reaffirmed the conditions that kept Sirius from being incarcerated in a cell at the ministry.

Growling out a swear. "Fine, Remus, go see the memory then tell me how bad it is," he said to the werewolf.

"What why me," Remus scoffed.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Because you won't bullshit me about how it really was."

"Ugh fine," Remus stood as a few other people stood.

"Oh no you boys don't," Molly scolded Fred and George who were quietly trying to sneak into the back so they could go see the fight too.

"Aww come on ma',"

"Yeah, this is the biggest battle of our generation,"

"We need to see this,"

The redheaded terrors collapsed on their knees to beg. "No, you will not see your friend fight for his life against that madman," Molly said putting her foot down. "None of the children will be."

Hermione quickly ran over to the floo. "She's not my mother," she quickly said. "And Harry's my best friend." Much to the enjoyment of the other adults who were starting to get annoyed with Molly asserting unwarranted and unneeded control over much of the house.

Alastor trudged over to the floo, "I want to see what tactics the boy used, see if my imposter was able to teach him anything useful."

Much to the surprise of everyone, Petunia walked over. "I would like to see what happened."

"Pet, why," Vernon questioned.

"I want to know why our street became a warzone," she shouted, the denial of the desire to finally see magic that close and be a part of it.

Minerva walked over. "He's one of my cubs, I should know how bad he had it."

Dumbledore nodded. "Anyone else," he asked, knowing that Shacklebolt had to stay to keep Sirius from leaving, Molly wasn't going to let any of her clan see the fight. "Very well, I will open the floo," he said as he allowed passage into his office.

About a half an hour later the occupents of the pensieve fell out, many of them shaken by what they saw. "Merlin's saggy balls," Remus huffed as he struggled to get himself under control.

"That was the monster who killed my sister," Petunia shouted. "I thought you said he was dead," she rounded on the headmaster.

"Unfortunately, he had taken precautions to prevent his passing on," Dumbledore admitted.

Hermione paused and thought on that. "Then how can we be sure that he won't come back again," she asked.

Dumbledore sighed. "That is the worse news, he may," he explained as he walked around to his desk and pulled out Tom Riddle's diary. "This is an object he had made that stored a portion of his soul, at least that is what I am led to believe. It is called a horcrux."

Alastor began swearing up a storm upon hearing the word. "Yes, I am not surprised you know what those are," Dumbledore continued. "I do not know how many of them he has made or where they all are, but what I do know from what Young Harry has told me of his time in the chamber, they require long periods of contact with a person to drain their life essence to bring them back," Albus said. "It is likely that from what Harry has said that the version is as it was when it was made, making this one the first, so any horcruxes we find should they be used to bring Tom back will be some time between when he left Hogwarts and the one we have seen Harry defeat."

Minerva nodded her head in contemplation. "So any that remain will be more experienced then he was as a student but less twisted than he was when he first died."

Albus nodded. "That would seem to be the case, as such we are in an advantageous position," Dumbledore smiled weakly.

"How is this good," Petunia raised her voice. "He can come back at any time, and I may not know magic, but what is there to stop a bunch of them coming back at once."

"Nothing, which is why their existence must be kept a secret known to as few as possible," Albus answered. "Currently the only death eaters alive are those in Azkaban, Lucius Malfoy and those who had not come to him upon his return to life. So if that number remains locked away and unaware, then there is less of a chance of someone who would seek his return from deliberately finding them."

As if the universe laughed at those who planned. Narcissa Malfoy was walking into the DMLE, her face stony as she did not want to betray how uncomfortable she was feeling. When she announced herself she was taken straight back to see Madame Amelia Bones. "Hello Madame Bones," Narcissa greeted.

"Mrs. Malfoy," Amelia smirked as she waited gleefully to drop the boot on the woman. "We got your husband in one of our cells."

Narcissa tightly gripped her dress to stop herself from shouted. "And what would be the reason for his incarceration."

"Oh you know, just trying to kill Harry Potter," Amelia leaned back and grinned. Her face failing to contain her delight at delivering this information. "Seems the Boy-Who-Lived is now the Man-Who-Conquered. It's going to be in every magical paper in the world tomorrow, special edition," she said as she passed over the next days paper, which she may have strong armed the Daily Prophet into giving her an advanced copy.

Narcissa snatched the paper and quickly scanned it, as she did so, her hands began to tremble. "No, he's, I," she stammered as her façade crumbled. "Please, there must be something I can do," Narcissa pleaded.

"Nope, I'm not making any deals," Amelia answered as she folded her arms. "He's either getting the kiss or the veil, no claim of imperius this time. Not when his dead master's on Potter's lawn and his Death Eater friends are following him on "the next great adventure"," Amelia air quoted.

"Please, my son needs his father," Narcissa begged. "There must be something you can do," she cried out.

"Not a chance that I could even if I wanted to, him and the rest of them were there to kill Harry Potter, no one can save him now. Not when everyone is going to be clamoring to be seen doing right by him after how they treated him, the fact that your husband is the only one left alive just allows them to tear strips off him to prove it," Amelia explained as she stood up and opened her door, indicating that it was time for her guest to leave.

With thick tear streaks down her face, Narcissa slowly shuffled out, ignoring the sniggers and gossip about her appearance, none of that would compare to the vile and vitriol she would face the next morning.

Harry awoke late that morning in a strange location, groaning as he tried to sit up he found himself pinned down. "Mmm, but I don't want to get up mommy, my bed's so comfy," Tonks said drowsily.

"Nymphadora," Harry questioned as his brain started to wake up and process the events of the previous day. He lay back down and stared at the ceiling. "Huh, it's over now," Harry said to no one. "I killed him and so many people yesterday," he mused. "Why don't I feel any different."

Harry felt a pair of lips on his neck. "What do you mean different?" Tonks asked as she nuzzled closer to Harry.

"All those Death Eaters died, I probably killed a few of them myself, so why don't I feel as bad as when I killed Quirrel," he asked as he recalled telling her that story yesterday.

"Well, for one you're older and better mentally equipped to handle something like this, and as shit as it sounds, you aren't a stranger to seeing people die Harry," Tonks quietly said as she stroked his hair and watched his face.

"Cedric," Harry whispered.

"Mhm, and there's the fact that these were all awful people trying to kill you, barring Snape, he probably took out a few of them to help you," Tonks added on. "And maybe it just hasn't sunk in yet, you might just be compartmentalizing," she guessed.

"What's that?"

"It's sort of where your brain just puts stuff in a box until it's ready to deal with it," Tonks explained. "In some cases, it's a healthy thing to do in times of stress, just to not overwhelm you, but if you repress it then it can get really nasty."

"So how do I not let that happen," Harry asked.

Tonks shrugged as she rolled over to straddle Harry. "Don't know in your case, everyone's a bit different. Some just talk about it with people they trust, others find hobbies to work through it, in bad cases people choose more destructive routes," Tonks listed ways for people to cope.

Harry reached around Tonks and pulled her closer to him. "I guess I can try talking, maybe that works, never did that before," He admitted.

"Great, but can it wait," Nymphadora asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why?" he asked before his question was answered by their stomachs growling. "Yeah okay, breakfa-, lunch first then," he said as he checked the time with the Tempus charm.

"You know, I'm an auror, I'm supposed to bust punks like you for underage magic," Tonks teased.

"Oh, got a pair of handcuffs do you officer," Harry waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Ahah, you tease," Tonks giggled as she pulled on her clothes from yesterday.

Harry shrugged and found his clothes to dress himself. "Well, let's go see the damage, it's been a day or so."

The pair entered the dining room and found a pair of empty seats that they took. However, the conversation died when people saw their appearance. Sirius whistled from one end of the table as Molly looked incredulous. "Nymphadora you whore, you slept with him," the mother shouted.

"Woah, what," Harry exclaimed as he wasn't ready for the attack this soon after waking up.

"Same clothes, hair a mess, you couldn't even wait twenty-four hours before you spread your legs for him," Molly chastised.

Nymphadora looked furious then shocked as she realized what their appearance implied. "No, it's not like that," she defended herself.

"Hey, hang on, Mrs. Weasley, me and Nymphadora did sleep together," he quickly replied. "I don't see why that's a problem or how it's any of your business," he said firmly.

Molly sputtered as most of the occupants of the room either gaped or sputtered in laughter as they realized what was happening. "That's irrelevant, she's not good for you if she's already doing those things."

"HEY," Vernon slammed his meaty fists on the table shouted from a corner where Dudley, Petunia and himself were seated. "If the boy and the girl are happy, leave them alone. None of you may like it, but as it stands, we are his legal guardians and I don't see a problem here."

Even those who knew what Harry had meant when he said that Nymphadora and himself slept together were shocked at Vernon coming to his nephew's defense. "You aren't even related to the boy so stop ordering him around, and as for spreading one's legs. I've seen your brood and it has been implied that this isn't all of them, so that's a bit hypocritical coming from someone like you then, isn't it."

"Did the fat man just call our mom a whore," Fred whispered to George

"I do believe so, but Mum was going a bit far," George quietly replied.

"So it's a bit of a wash," Fred asked.

"Get's a pass this time, since Mum brought it on herself," George agreed.

Molly sputtered in frustration before sitting down in a huff. Nymphadora smirked at the housewife getting told off and Harry looked at his uncle in confusion before the hefty man nodded and took a sip from his cup of tea. Harry nodded back and took a plate of food that was handed to him. "So uh, what's the weather like."

"Mate," Ron chortled. "Have you not seen the papers?" he laughed as he passed the Daily Prophet to his friend.

"I just woke up, when would I have had a chance," Harry said exasperatedly. "Woah, that's" he said as he started to scan the paper, Nymphadora resting her chin on his shoulder as she read along with him. "So they aren't printing lies about me anymore," Harry asked.

"Mhm," Minerva hummed. "Maybe now Cedric will get the proper respect he deserved for how he was murdered."

Harry looked down at the paper. "Yeah, that'd be nice, he was a good guy," Harry glumly said. "He didn't deserve to die just for being near me."

Nymphadora rubbed his shoulder and kissed the top of his head. "No more of that, you killed the bastard and avenged him, I'm sure he's delighted, specially because that way had to have hurt a whole lot, bleeding out with gardening shears in his neck."

"Well a dementor sucking out his soul stopped him from turning into a wraith like he did when he was riding Quirrel," Harry nodded.

"Wait what?" Sirius asked.

"Uh well, I mean," Harry said in confusion. "Yesterday wasn't the first time I'd fought him," he said.

Shacklebolt shook his head. "I think you need to tell Madame Bones every time you interacted with You-Know-Who leading up to his demise yesterday."

Harry looked up to Nymphadora for advice. "She's an honest woman Harry, I think she has a niece going to Hogwarts?"

"Susan," Harry guessed.

"Sounds right." Tonks answered.

"Susan's a nice girl, she's pretty nice," Harry said as he recalled any times he'd interacted with the redhead over the years. "I think I could try talking to this Madame Bones."

"That's good," Amelia said from the doorway as she walked into the room followed by Dumbledore. "Because I'm going to need your statement."

Harry looked at the woman in question. "Could I have someone with me, since I don't really know what I'm doing?" he asked.

Amelia smiled kindly. "Mr. Potter, I'm not trying to trick you into anything, but if it makes you comfortable you may have whoever you like, so long as they don't try to answer questions for you."

With that stipulation, Harry realized it immediately crossed off most of the room. While he was happy Vernon had decided to support his decision to date Nymphadora, he didn't think his relatives would make good council. Mrs. Weasley still looked miffed about being cowed earlier so he wasn't sure how well she would keep herself from interrupting, which also meant any of her children were out since she'd try to say it should be her. Sirius seemed a bit too impulsive and might not like what he heard. Hermione had been through nearly everything with him but he felt that her natural bossiness might be a hinderance. He was still pretty angry with Mad-Eye and really didn't know a thing about him as meeting him yesterday was the first time he'd ever talked to the man.

"Could Nymphadora come with me," Harry asked as he looked to his girlfriend for permission.

"I'll be there if you want me to Harry," Tonks nodded.

Amelia quirked an eyebrow at his odd choice as she had suspected he would have picked Albus or one of his friends, so she would make sure to ask why one of her newest aurors was so close to Harry Potter, in more than one way if the way Harry took her hand was an indication. "That will do fine, she's an auror and so will know the proper way things are done."

"That's good," Harry sighed in relief. "When did you want to do this?"

"After you finish eating, we can go to my office at the ministry or we could do it here," Amelia offered that concession, at this point she wasn't aware of what Harry Potter was capable of, but making him as compliant as possible was in her best interest to make this as smooth as possible. Harry smiled at the idea.

"I think your office might be the best," Harry answered. "We have a couple of people who like to eavesdrop," he teased as he looked at Sirius, Remus and the twins.

"Why I never-"

"Absolute picture of civility-"

"Never got caught breaking a law in my life-"

"You have no proof Harry-"

As the four pranksters denied the accusation. "Uhuh," Harry sarcastically said as he finished off his cup of tea, then standing from the table. "Ready to go Nym?" He asked.

The metamorph froze for a moment, before realizing Harry was addressing her. "Yeah sure," she quickly said as she followed him out of the room.

Amelia whispered quickly. "We're going to talk about this later, Auror Tonks."

"Yes Ma'am," Tonks hung her head, now worried about her continued employment.

When Harry exploded out of the floo and slammed his head into a desk in the auror bullpen, he hissed and held the sore spot. "Every time," he winced as he felt the knot.

"Did no one ever teach you to use a floo Mister Potter," Amelia asked as she saw Harry laying on the floor.

"No, second time using it, first time I ended up in Knockturn Alley," Harry admitted as he stood up. "Lucky Hagrid was there, almost got mobbed by some of the people there and they didn't look too friendly."

"I would suspect they weren't," Amelia agreed. "Here is a tip, step out of the floo or else it will eject you to make way for the person behind you."

"Huh, that simple?" Harry asked as he followed the two women into an office, which securely locked and wards came up to prevent listening in.

"Mhm, I'll help you with getting used to apparating later," Tonks said as she pecked Harry on the cheek. At this point resigned that she would be losing her badge, so she might as well not try to hide it.

"That's the teleporting thing," he asked for clarification.

"Yup," Tonks answered.

"So Mister Potter," Amelia said as she sat behind her desk. "To make this as simple and painless as possible, I need to ask you some questions about what happened yesterday," she started to explain. "There are plenty of ways to do this, but since this will likely be presented to the Wizengamot, I will say the easiest solution is to have you take a dose of veritaserum, or truth potion."

Harry nodded. "Sounds easy enough, uh before we begin though, the others felt I should tell you about all the times I interacted with Voldemort before yesterday," he mentioned.

Amelia froze, "There have been others," she asked cautiously.

Harry nodded. "It's actually been a couple of times over the last few years." Harry sighed as he remembered all the times he'd had to fight the insane dark lord.

Tonks reached over and rubbed circles into his back. "It's okay Harry, take your time, we're here for you," she comforted him.

Harry took a deep breath before raising him head. "I think I'm ready for that potion now."

Amelia passed Tonks the vial. "Three drops," she instructed the officer. Harry opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and let Tonks pour the potion on to it. Amelia and Tonks watched as Harry's eyes glazed over indicating the potion had a hold over the young man.

"Mister Potter, I need you to explain each time you can recall interacting with the man known as Lord Voldemort," Amelia firmly said, not hitching her voice when she said the Dark Lord's name.

"The first time I remember was when I was a baby, I can hear my mother begging him to spare me if he would kill her instead and he, killed her," Harry said, voice devoid of emotion. But the tear trailing down his cheek belied his feelings. "She didn't have to, he was willing to let her leave if she got out of the way."

Both women were shocked to find out that Harry Potter remembered the night that made him famous. "I didn't see him again until my first year at Hogwarts. But I didn't know it was him until the end of the year when I confronted him underneath the school to stop who I thought was Snape from stealing the Philosopher's Stone. Apparently, Professor Quirrel had let him possess him, using him as a host."

As Harry started to explain, it took all of Amelia's willpower to keep writing the information down. She learned so much, that he'd been feeding on unicorn blood; his true identity, something no one seemed to know or those who did kept their mouth shut. It was astonishing to know that the symbol of the Pureblood movement was in fact a half-blood bastard. The story of the graveyard had her deciding to get Cedric Diggory a posthumous Order of Merlin.

When Harry stopped talking Amelia decided that anymore information would be too much, she had decided that she would need Harry to take her and members from the Department of Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures into the Chamber of Secrets to ensure there were no more basilisks for anyone to use. But she felt he had given her enough to work with. "I think you've said plenty. To protect yourself, don't be around anyone you do not trust for the next half hour while the potion wears off."

Harry nodded as he hadn't planned to go anywhere just yet. Amelia turned to Nymphadora. "Auror Tonks, I need you to explain what your relationship with Mister Potter is?"

"Why does that matter," Harry asked.

"Well Mister Potter," Amelia started. "First of all, she's an auror and I need to know if there are any potential conflicts of interest. Secondly, I need to know why she was with you yesterday and this morning. The last official reason is that you are underage, and she is not."

"Oh Merlin," Tonks gasped.

"I have no intention of breaking the two of you apart," Amelia quickly said. "Mostly because I don't want to piss you off Mister Potter."

"Why?" he questioned the reason for letting an adult and a child in a relationship.

"You may have just become the most important person in our society and I would like to keep a positive working relationship with you," Amelia admitted. "Attempting to disrupt your love life would likely do the opposite of that. And personally, after everything you said, I think she might be good for you. Merlin knows you've been through enough problems. Just don't go throwing it in everyone's faces, they may not like it."

Nymphadora gulped. "Well, it started yesterday, I was asked by Dumbledore to watch Harry in his home, and when You-Know-Who showed up, he was inches away from catching me when Harry confronted him, I offered myself to pay any debt that might exist, but he wanted something more than just a bit of fun, so I agreed to be his girlfriend."

Amelia sighed. "When people get wind of this, and they will, be careful Auror Tonks. After all this comes out, Mister Potter will likely be beyond reproach, you will not. And I wouldn't be surprised to see many women his age or not attempting to be in your position."

"I know," Tonks nodded. "I'm not sure what to do."

"Neither do I," Harry confessed. "But, I do know that I wouldn't want to be with someone who likes me just because I'm famous. I know Nymphadora's not like that."

"Hmm," Amelia hummed. "Then I will provide you a cover for as long it will last." She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote on it. "This will "officially" place you as his bodyguard for the time being, this will at least explain why you are around him."

Tonks took the sheet and nodded. "Thanks, that's going to help a bunch," she said.

"Now I need to write this report, be careful as you leave, I'm sure the Ministry is buzzing with the news, but since they may not expect you to be here right now, you might get out without being noticed," Amelia said as the couple started to leave her office.

Harry had been noticed and there were whispers from the aurors as they saw him leave the office. Tonks hastily handed the order to her supervisor who would file it away. The pair quickly fled to the elevators as they went up. "Here, we'll avoid the main chambers, we can use the chief warlock's office, I don't think Dumbledore will mind," she said as they moved through the maze of rooms.

"Please, just anything," Narcissa pleaded as she was forced out of another office by the occupant.

"Not a chance in hell Mrs. Malfoy," one of Lucius old business partners shouted. "I will not ruin my reputation for that Death Eater," he slammed the door in the face of the distraught wife. Narcissa screamed through gritted teeth in frustration at being rejected once more by the only people who might be able to speak in her husband's defense at his trial.

"Hello Auntie," Nymphadora said. "Fancy meeting you here."

Narcissa sighed and pushed her hair behind her ear, trying to compose herself. "Hello Nymphadora, I'm sorry I'm not in the mood to see anyone right now."

"Harry, you may not have met her, but this is my aunt, Narcissa Malfoy," Tonks teased.

Harry looked at the woman who stared wide-eyed at who he was introduced to his rival's mother. "Mrs. Malfoy," Harry nodded his head.

Narcissa scrunched her face. "Har, Mister Potter, please," she said desperately. "Would you please, find it in your heart to meet with me, I have something I urgently need to speak to you about," she begged.

"Harry no," Tonks said quickly. "She's going to try and get favors from you."

Harry agreed that Tonks was right, but the look of fear in the other woman's eyes, said there was something more. "I'm staying at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, I will talk with you tomorrow at noon, you'll have five minutes," Harry told her.

Narcissa had hoped for more, but that she wasn't immediately rejected was already more than she expected so she immediately accepted the offer. "I know where it is, I'll be there. And thank you Harry Potter," she silently said as she fled the offices.

"Harry," Tonks groaned.

"Sorry, but I figure I should at least hear her out, something's got her shook up," Harry shrugged.

"Damn hero idiot boy," Tonks grumbled as she led her boyfriend to the floo in Albus' Ministry office, her hair flickering through various shades. "I'm going to need so many cuddles to get my emotions under control today."