Fury of the Hellspawn: The tale of an Incubus

by Hephaestus Peverell

Things have changed. Harry Potter is no longer the docile boy that we know. Constraints are freed as a young demon indulges his bloodlust. Harem Sex Slaves Dark Harry

6. 6

Fleur sat in the chair watching Tonks. Her brow was furrowed in thought, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. Things did not match up, she felt, there was something suspicious. Tonks had been far too open with her love...as far as she knew, there was nothing going on between Harry and her.

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She discarded the thought, roughly jerking her mind back to her previous ponderings. She and Tonks had been remarkably open in their friendship, so a secret between them, while not unconceivable, was a bit surprising. Of course, if Tonks had successfully confessed her love to Harry, it would only be prudent to keep it secret, especially if it was reciprocated. There were people who would imply love to exploit such a relationship, and more who would castigate and belittle her for having feelings for a minor. But Fleur already knew...Tonks herself had told her about her feelings. So it made little sense to her...why, if she had told Fleur before about it, had she remained quiet when it finally came through for her?

Harry, quite obviously, felt the same way for her. Even from ten feet away, the look of pure love that he had given her was breathtaking, the simple emotion nearly making her knees buckle in its intensity. And his whispered words had not addressed her question. They had not divulged anything of the horrors he had surely faced. Instead, he whispered "I came back to you, Tonks." He loved her, she was sure of it.

She sighed inaudibly. Perhaps this was just another stupid thing that she could attribute away to her envy. Tonks had the man of her dreams...one of her best friends had the man of her dreams. And while Tonks was stunningly beautiful, Fleur felt jealous that her superior beauty had not attracted the attentions of her perfect man. Veela were perfect ... it was practically a law. There was absolutely nothing about Fleur's looks that was even slightly less than perfect. So why hadn't she found her perfect man? Why did she have to 'make do' with Bill?

Bill was an interesting fellow, of course, he was energetic, handsome enough, intelligent enough ... but for some reason, Harry's appearance had highlighted every aspect in which Bill fell short. The second she laid eyes on his tortured body a few hours ago, it was as if Bill was inferior. And when she had seen Tonks with him, her jealousy had flared. They loved each other so much...the most she could feel for Bill even at the 'high points' of their relationship was slight attraction. Of course, it wasn't purely sexual attraction ... she honestly liked Bill, and she knew almost nothing about Harry, so it wasn't as if his looks could make her feel this way, right?

She nearly slapped herself, getting a bit irritated with the way she kept falling back to the same envy. Clearing her throat, she went and sat next to Tonks, who was curled up on the couch, staring into nothingness. The Metamorphmagus jumped, surprised when the couch shifted under her. Seeing Fleur laugh at her reaction, she blushed, looking down at the floor.

Fleur wrapped an arm around her, comfortingly rubbing her back. "Are you alright?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice. It must have been horrible to be in that position earlier ... to have the love of your life broken and bleeding in your arms. Quite obviously, Tonks had tried to stay jovial when Harry went missing, but it must have been the worst thirty-six hours of her life. Seeing her friend sob so brokenly had made the depth of her feelings seem so obvious to Fleur.

Tonks smiled slightly, still looking down. Softly, she whispered "Yeah...I'm alright."

Fleur hugged her tightly, smiling against Tonks' shoulder when she felt the action being reciprocated. "Listen," she whispered, "if you need to talk about anyzing, feel free, okay?" Drawing away, she smiled warmly at Tonks, drawing a grateful smile from her English friend.

"Thanks, Fleur, thanks a lot," Tonks replied, smiling gratefully, "I owe you an apology."

"What for?" asked Fleur, a bit intrigued.

Tonks sighed, staring at the floor. "I wanted to tell you about Harry. I really wanted to. But he asked me to tell nobody, and I didn't want to go behind his back. I hope you understand, Fleur, you're my best friend, and I don't want to hurt you."

Fleur laughed dismissively, though secretly, her fears were allayed. "Don't be silly, Tonks! Of course I'm not hurt or angry, I fully understand."

Tonks smiled in relief, ducking her head slightly as a blush boomed on her cheeks. "Thanks again, Fleur," she said.

"So," Fleur said, smirking, "'ow far 'ave you gotten wiz 'im?"

Tonks blushed brightly, ducking her head in embarrassment. "I ... err," she mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

Fleur laughed, hugging her again. "Don't worry, Tonks," she said, smiling widely, "I'm pretty sure I know." Tonks blushed even brighter, mumbling something intelligible.

They sat there for a while, making small talk as they waited. Madame Pomfrey had been in the room with Harry and Bellatrix for the past few hours, and anyone who tried to enter eventually ran out, screaming bloody murder, the victim of a nasty itching hex. Madame Pomfrey, it seemed, was not one to be trifled with when working with a patient.

The door to the bedroom opened with a squeak, and Tonks immediately leapt to her feet, rushing over to Madam Pomfrey.

"Is he alright?" she asked, a worried expression on her face, "Can I see him?"

Pomfrey sighed. "Sit down, Tonks, I have something very serious to talk to you about. Actually, you can see him now. I've given him a sleeping potion, so he'll be unconscious for the next eight hours or so. In a few minutes, I'll need you downstairs. I need to talk to the Order about something very serious."

Tonks began crying again, and Fleur held her sobbing form tightly, comfortingly running her hand up and down her back. "What happened?" Tonks asked, a desperate note in her tone, "What did they do to him?"

Pomfrey sighed. "It isn't irreversible, Tonks, so try to calm down. I don't want to say it twice, so I'll wait for the Order, alright? Come down in a few minutes."

As soon as she was done talking, Tonks rushed into the room, immediately heading over to Harry's bed. He seemed so peaceful in his sleep, still wearing the robe that Fleur had conjured for him. The cuts on his body were halfway healed, currently covered in scabs that were slowly flaking. It was somewhat disgusting, but Tonks couldn't care less. She sat next to him, holding his hands in hers, and simply stared at him as tears ran down her cheeks. Leaning in, she pressed a loving kiss to his lips. In his sleep, Harry smiled ever so slightly, making her sob again.

"Oh god," she whispered brokenly, "Harry, what did they do to you?"

Fleur stood behind Tonks, comfortingly placing her hand on Tonks' shoulder, squeezing gently. "Tonks," she whispered, "I think we should go downstairs. The 'ealer will tell us what 'appened."

Tonks nodded slowly, still staring at Harry. "Yeah," she agreed reluctantly. Leaning in, she kissed Harry gently, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you," she whispered, kissing him again, "I'll be back as soon as possible, Harry, I promise."

Slowly she stood, seeming reluctant to let go of his hand. Eventually, her fingertips left his, and with a sob, she turned towards the door, only to stop in shock.

"What the fuck?" she said, stumbling slightly as her wand immediately emerged. Bellatrix Lestrange was standing in front of her, looking pale and sickly, but healthier than Harry.

In a soft, croaking voice, she said "Take me with you ... I have to tell them what happened."

Tonks was staring at her, wand unwavering from its precise aim at her heart.

Fleur's eyes moved slowly over Bellatrix' body. The killer looked nothing like she was supposed to, the gaunt frame and sunken eyes nonexistent: This Bellatrix Lestrange looked absolutely gorgeous, in the prime of her life. She was perfectly built, the close-fitting robes showing exactly how perfect. Her face bore no signs of age, not a crease or a wrinkle to denote the thirty seven years old that she really was. Her eyes were youthful, her stance only slightly crooked due to her illness. Fleur, despite her unearthly beauty, felt jealous of this woman ... even without a magical heritage, she had unparalleled beauty, and a figure that was absolutely flawless.

'Like Tonks,' her mind chimed in again, cruelly pressing thorns into her heart, 'they are both beautiful, phenomenally so. And you ... you're just a Veela ... without your magical advantage, you couldn't hold a candle to their beauty.' Fleur flinched slightly, an action that Bellatrix's alert eyes did not miss.

Tonks' wand slowly lowered, though it did not move away from her. "Walk ahead of us, we'll tell you where to go. Don't try anything funny."

Bellatrix nodded, slowly turning and opening the door. They walked down the stairs slowly, having to wait for Bellatrix to take the stairs one at a time, her gait slightly affected by a limp. She was barefoot, clad in a pair of dirty slacks, a slightly crumpled shirt, and a robe that bore burn marks in some areas. Eventually, they got to the kitchen, and Tonks entered first, letting Fleur bring Bellatrix in with her. It wouldn't do for some trigger-happy Order Member to hex her on sight.

There was pin-drop silence as Bellatrix entered, every Order member immediately fixing their eyes on her. Then, there was a flurry of movement, and everyone pulled their wands out as one, keeping them ready for use. Mad-Eye, of course, had stood up, his wand pointing straight at Bellatrix' heart.

Tonks shot him an irritated look, snapping "Christ...Mad-Eye! Sit down!"

Moody sat down, though both his eyes were firmly fixed on Bellatrix' face, his wand still unobtrusively pointed at her.

From the head of the table, Dumbledore beamed at everyone. Obviously, Fleur dryly noted, he was somewhat happy that Harry was back. He motioned to Madam Pomfrey, saying "Please, Poppy, tell us how he is."

Fleur noted with some distaste that the 'kids' were sitting in on this meeting. The Weasley boy was staring at her hungrily, though his eyes did flicker over to Bellatrix a few times, a similar look of hunger in his eyes. She didn't like it, but they were his friends, so she supposed they had to be informed as well.

Pomfrey stood up and cleared her throat, shuffling slightly. "As you can see, Bellatrix is mostly fine now. She was somewhat injured, and-"

Tonks cut her off, sparks flying out of the end of her wand. "I. Don't. Care!" she snapped, eyes glinting, "Tell us about Harry, damn it!"

Pomfrey nodded, getting to the point. "He was obviously tortured quite badly. The Cruciatus was used more than a simple few times, and it seems that the cuts on his body, arms and legs were made manually, not by magic."

There was a stunned silence in the room. Ginny stood up, demanding "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Tonks scowled at the girl. "What do you think, girl? Some sick fuck cut Harry with a fucking knife!"

Ginny paled, sitting down, and Molly shot Tonks a disapproving glance for her language. Tonks, almost mechanically, raised her middle finger in response, eliciting a shocked "Well, I never!" from Molly.

"His mind seemed to show signs of great duress as well. The Imperius curse was used many times, though it seems that it wasn't met with success. However he was also subjected to legilimency ... his mind's shields are bruised quite badly, though they haven't broken. Incidentally, his shields are extremely powerful ... as far as I knew, he didn't have any shields, so I was somewhat surprised by that. Apparently he was healed already, but it was just a cursory treatment. I imagine that he was magically hurt somehow, perhaps during the struggle that obviously took place at his house. A simple healing charm was used on him, but that was about thirty six hours ago. There is some bruising and a few gashes that were made by physical means. The gash on his cheek indicates that someone scratched at his face with their nails, and he has bruises on his arms, chest and stomach that indicate that someone stamped on him while wearing boots. Three of the fingers on his left hand were broken, and the thumb on his right hand had a slight fracture. He had a broken rib that was dangerously close to puncturing his lung."

The silence continued, more than a few people looking sick. Tonks was silently crying, though her eyes were open, and she continued staring at Madame Pomfrey even though tears ran down her cheeks. Ron was slightly more demure, but he still kept sneaking looks at Fleur. Ginny looked horrified, as did Hermione.

"I'm going up there to sit with him," Ginny announced, standing up.

Tonks' followed her a second later, wand pointed straight at Ginny's heart. She growled "Sit down, Ginny. You aren't getting within twenty feet of Harry...he doesn't want to be near you."

Ginny scowled at her, glaring impotently. "What I do is none of your business, Tonks," she spat.

Tonks' wand never moved. "It's my business if I make it my fucking business, Ginny. He's my boyfriend, and I don't want you anywhere near him! D'you understand?!"

Ginny's eyes nearly popped out of her skull, her jaw dropping in absolute shock. The expression was mirrored by most of the people around the table, save for Fleur, who calmly examined her nails, unconcerned.

Molly began puffing herself up to scream at Tonks, but as soon as she stood up, Tonks glared at her, snapping "Shut the hell up. I'm not in the fucking mood to argue with you."

Fleur looked at Tonks with admiration, always having had the desire to say something along those lines to Molly. Looking around, she saw Bill glaring at Tonks, his wand hand twitching as if he wanted to curse her for being rude to his mother.

Ginny glared at Tonks, saying "There's no way Harry would be with you. He doesn't even like you! He told me he hated you last year!"

Tonks looked at Ginny impassively. She wasn't in the mood to argue with anyone, let alone someone who resorted to childish insults to make their point. Pomfrey had more to say, and she wanted to hear it. This needed to be ended quickly, and decisively. All eyes were trained on her, waiting for her retort. Inwardly she smirked, getting ready to scandalize some people, and shock them into silence.

Looking unimpressed, she drawled "nine inches of Harry Potter and four orgasms for every one of his would beg to differ, bitch."

There was a shocked silence. Whatever they were expecting, this wasn't it. Everyone was staring at Tonks in utter shock, their jaws hanging. Fleur shifted uncomfortably, both stunned by the statement and slightly turned on. Tonks nearly laughed out loud at the stupefied expressions on everyone's faces. Even Dumbledore was shocked, blushing furiously under his beard.

The silence was interrupted by Ginny, who burst into tears, sprinting out of the room. A second later, a furiously blushing Hermione Granger ran after her, immediately followed by Molly, who was both blushing and glaring disapprovingly.

Madame Pomfrey, her furiously blushing face a remarkable contrast to the light grey Healer's smock that she wore, tried to reestablish the order in the room, but her words came out as a strangled series of syllables. "No one is to...err...see him until...err...well, for another few hours at least!" she exclaimed, falling into her seat, eyes wide as she stared at Tonks wordlessly.

Tonks sat down again, unconcerned. "Fleur," she said, "will you go up there and make sure that little bitch doesn't run into Harry's room?" Fleur nodded, ignoring the look on Bill's face as she left.

Bill glared at Tonks, looking furious. "There was no need for you to be so rude, nor was there any need for you to be so crass, Tonks," he snapped.

Tonks turned to him, getting increasingly irritated by the constant interruptions. Bellatrix, seeing her, smirked in preparation for yet another comment from her niece.

"You call that rude, Bill? You call that crass? I call your constant fucking interruptions rude. D'you know why? It's very simple, Bill. My boyfriend," she snapped, stressing the word, "is lying on a bed upstairs, alone. I am downstairs, having to listen to an irritating little asshole make useless comments. If you don't fucking mind, Bill, I'd like to hear exactly why Madame Pomfrey has us all assembled. After that, I intend on going upstairs and sitting next to my injured, unconscious boyfriend."

Dumbledore let off a bang with his wand, looking at them in irritation. "Miss Tonks, Mr. Weasley, if you are incapable of understanding the fact that this is a serious meeting, I'll require you to leave. And Miss Tonks, control your language!"

Tonks scoffed. "Dumbledore, I'm trying to get things to move along. I can't help it if certain people are too moronic to understand the gravity of the situation."

Bill went red in the face, both out of embarrassment and anger. Seeing Bellatrix laugh softly, he became even more furious. "Tonks, I'm warning you. Say one more thing, and I swear-"

"You'll do what, Bill?" she interrupted him, standing. "You'll curse me? You'll hit me? I dunno, you might be able to, Bill, but I promise you this. If I don't kick your ass first, when Harry wakes up, he will snap you in two if you dare to touch me. Now shut the fuck up, and let the intelligent people keep talking. I have no need to listen to you spew words like so much diarrhea."

Bill growled, standing up so fast that his chair was knocked over backwards. "Infligo!" he shouted, his face red with anger.

Tonks, for her part, was remarkably cool about things. With a simple wave of her wand, and a muttered "Aegis Infernus", a flaming shield appeared in front of her, absorbing the curse. Then, her wand snapped down, pointing at the plate of orange peels lying before her, and then snapped back towards Bill's face.

"Waddiwasi," she snapped, causing the plate to rocket off the table and hit Bill in the face, smashing his nose and snapping the thick ceramic plate in half across his skull. He toppled backwards, hitting the floor in a dead faint, crashing through the rickety chair.

Without pausing, her wand snapped to the side, covering the four remaining Weasleys: Ron, Fred, George and Arthur. They stared at her, somewhat fearful, and she glared at them.

"Anything you have to say, leave it until later." Turning to Madame Pomfrey, she said "Tell me. Stop wasting time."

Pomfrey swallowed audibly, shifting in her chair. "Of course. Uh ... it seems that Harry has also been poisoned. The poison is a complex potion, that melts the lungs of the victim over a space of five days. There is an antidote to the poison, but it is extremely complicated to brew. We need Severus right now ... he is the only one who can brew the antidote."

At the end, she was wringing her hands, shooting somewhat fearful looks at Tonks. The Metamorphmagus turned to Dumbledore. "What are you waiting for? Call Snape now!"

Dumbledore looked down, seeming a bit defeated. "Unfortunately," he said softly, "Severus has not been in contact with me for the past two days. He has not been in the castle, and I have no way of finding him."

Tonks stared at him in shock, falling into her chair with a loud noise. Most of the Order looked solemn, waiting to hear what would happen. The silence was broken by the most unlikely person.

"Snape is dead," said Lestrange, "You-Know-Who killed him."

"What?!" shouted Dumbledore, on his feet immediately.

Bellatrix nodded slowly. "He was torturing Harry. He was being far too enthusiastic ... he used the Killing Curse on him. Luckily for Harry, Pettigrew saved him. He jumped on top of Harry and took the curse instead. I don't know why he did that, though. Snape was the one who was stamping on Harry. You-Know-Who killed him ... he just waved his wand and Snape was torn in half. I've never seen him that angry before. Malfoy got the same treatment ... the younger one. He was taking after his godfather...and You-Know-Who just glared at him and banished him into a wall. He was dead before he hit the ground."

Tonks was gripping the armrest of her seat her knuckles white with the effort. Eyes flashing dangerously, she growled, "he's lucky. If Voldemort didn't do it, then I would have. Fucking greasy asshole."

This time, no one reprimanded her for her language.

"So, now what?" Tonks demanded. "Find someone else to brew the potion!"

Pomfrey's shoulders slumped. "As you know, at any point in time, there are only four Potions Masters in the world. Snape was one of them. Now the problem has become aggravated. The poison was Snape's invention. It was the basis of his Thesis for his Mastery. The antidote was made by someone who worked with him, the subject of their thesis. That person, unfortunately, is dead. That person was Lily Potter."

"So," asked Tonks, "are you telling me that nobody knows how to make the antidote? Is there no copy of the instructions?"

Madame Pomfrey shook her head. "There is a person, Tonks. I have the instructions, but we won't be able to send them to any of the other Potions Masters and get the antidote in time. The closest Potions Master to England now is in South Africa. It will take an owl four days to reach there. As you know, the Floo doesn't connect outside the UK, and it is impossible to Apparate or Portkey to such distances. The only way is to send an owl, and that way is out. There are only two people in England who can brew the Potion correctly, Narcissa Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov. The Dark Lord can, but of course, we cannot ask him."

Tonks slumped into her seat. "They're both Death Eaters," she said despondently, a tear slipping down her cheek. It was as if the whole Order had lost their steam, and everyone immediately looked downwards.

"Can't you make it?" Tonks asked Dumbledore, "I thought you were an Alchemist."

Dumbledore sadly shook his head, staring down at the floor. "I am an Alchemist, true," he whispered, "but I am a theoretical Alchemist. Nicholas did the practical Alchemy, while I worked on the theoretical parts of our experiments."

Tonks buried her head in her hands, letting loose a sob of frustration.

From the end of the table, Bellatrix spoke up. "Narcissa is not a Death Eater," she said, "she is only married to one. She does not have the mark, and has no loyalty to You-Know-Who."

Tonks' head whipped towards her, her wand following a second later. Through her tears, she growled "Give me one reason that I should trust you, bitch. ONE reason."

Bellatrix bowed her head. "I am not entirely guilty of the crimes that are attributed to me. Rudolphus ... he ... he was not satisfied by me. He found me too controlled, too hard to manipulate. The marriage contract that he presented had a clause in it that allowed him to place behavioral charms on me. I ..." she stumbled over the words, looking uncomfortable, "I was made to ..."

She trailed off, blushing in shame. Tonks snarled, her wand unwavering form its aim at Bellatrix' heart. "What, woman?! Spit it out!"

Looking down, Bellatrix murmured "I was made more ... accepting, you could say. He modified my behavior to suit his needs ... made me a servant, a slave. He was able to give me orders, and I was forced to follow them. My behavior was changed to make me both aggressive and obedient ... if the Aurors had only known that it would have taken nothing more than a voiced command to make me lay my wand down ..." She trailed off, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Remus, who had until now simply been glaring at her in hatred, stood slowly. "You tortured the Longbottoms. You killed Sirius. You fucking murdered dozens of good, innocent people ... and you expect us to believe you?!" He ended with a roar of anger, his pale face gaining some pallor.

Bella's shoulders shook slightly, and Tonks realized she was sobbing. She wanted to go and comfort her, but it was crucial for her to continue pretending. Of course, she had no doubt that Bellatrix herself was pretending ... had the words come in a different situation, she would have been smirking proudly.

Dumbledore gestured to Remus, and the Werewolf sat down, though he continued to glare at Bellatrix. "Unfortunately, Mrs. Lestrange, I don't think I can take your word for it."

Bellatrix looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. Tonks inwardly shivered ... her aunt looked absolutely resplendent. Some of the others had noticed this too ... Fred and George were leering at her openly, and even Arthur Weasley was sneaking looks at her.

"You have to believe me," she pleaded, crying freely, "I swear it." The dejected look on her face seemed to sway a good few of the Order members. Emmeline Vance, from her position near Bellatrix, turned to Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, she might be telling the truth. We know what Lestrange was capable of ... this sounds like something he would do."

Dumbledore reluctantly nodded. Reaching into his robes, he withdrew a vial of clear liquid and silently placed it on the table before him. It was Veritaserum ... that much was obvious to all at the table.

Bella looked at it, and a look of relief crossed her face. "Thank you," she murmured, "I'll take it."

Tonks grabbed the vial and motioned for Bella to open her mouth. She tipped three drops onto Bella's outstretched tongue, and stood back, her wand still at the ready. Within a few seconds, Bellatrix's head rolled forward, her eyes unfocused.

Dumbledore stood, approaching the end of the table. "I believe that things will be accomplished faster if I alone question her, so please, control yourself." As the rest indicated their agreement, he began the questioning.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Fleur was sitting next to Harry. Ginny Weasley, despite Tonks' words, had tried to barge in. Fleur had glared at her, and in a no-nonsense tone, had told the little girl to 'stay away or risk being transfigured into something unpleasant.'

She gazed over at Harry, her eyes slowly roaming over his form. Then she started, as he moved slightly. His hands curled into fists before relaxing, but his forehead was creased, his eyebrows knitted as a look of uncomfortable concentration appeared on his face. She shrugged it off, as he seemed to be having a nightmare.

She looked bored, and looking down at herself, she grimaced. She had not showered today, what with the hubbub that had taken place downstairs. She wanted to get cleaned up, but she was supposed to take care of Harry for Tonks. For Fleur, being unclean was absolutely unacceptable, and her discomfort at the revelation of being unclean was apparent.

She stood, waving her wand at the door to cast a locking charm on it. She could shower in here, there was a bathroom joined to the room. Ginny Weasley wouldn't be able to pass the locking charm, and if her cow of a mother attempted to undo it, Fleur would feel great glee in taking out her anger on the woman. Enough was enough, and their attitude was getting increasingly irritating to her. She had no need to be patronized by someone who was as useless as the Weasley woman.

She cast a last glance at Harry, seeing him sleep peacefully. The now-familiar pang of jealousy struck again, and she scowled, turning abruptly and walking into the bathroom, closing the door silently behind her. She scowled again, seeing that there was no shower in this bathroom, just a large tub. But her frown dissolved into a smile ... this was a good time to pamper herself with a nice, long soak. She stripped off, smiling vainly at the reflection of her celestial body in the mirror, and waved her wand over the tub.

Immediately, it was filled with warm, soothing water, and another wave filled it with bubbles that frothed on the surface. With a sigh of relaxation, she slipped into the water, feeling the warmth slowly work its own special magic on her tired body.

"What is your name?"

"Bellatrix Black," she replied, her voice flat and monotonous.

"Not Bellatrix Lestrange?" Dumbledore asked, his eyebrow raised.

"No," she replied. "Rudolphus Lestrange is dead, and my marriage is therefore annulled."

"How did he die?"

"When we entered Harry Potter's room, Rudolphus tried to rape him. Harry Potter was sleeping naked, and he fought against him, and accidentally kicked out with his foot. Rudolphus fell back and hit the window. There were broken bars on the window, and they were sharp. Rudolphus' head hit one of the bars when he fell, and it pierced his skull. He died instantly."

Dumbledore paled. He sat down in Fleur's vacated chair and stroked his beard. "Are you a Death Eater?"

"No."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked hurriedly, noticing more than a few Order Members becoming angered by her denial.

"The Dark Lord Voldemort tried to mark me while I was under the influence of behavioral charms. When my husband died, I was released from the charms, and the mark disappeared as well, since I did not want to be a Death Eater."

Dumbledore stared at her. "Who is your allegiance to?"

"Harry Potter," she replied, the monotone beginning to grate on Tonks' nerves.

"Why? Because he released you from the behavioral charms?" Dumbledore asked, looking perplexed.

"Yes," Bellatrix said.

"Do you have any intention of betraying him or the Order of the Phoenix?"

"No," Bellatrix replied, "I will never betray Harry Potter."

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. "But you would betray the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I would not betray the Order of the Phoenix unless they betrayed me," she replied, and Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Do you have any information about Voldemort's plans?" Dumbledore queried, focusing intently. "Where or what will he attack next?"

Bellatrix, eyes blank, replied. "The Dark Lord Voldemort has decided that the Weasley family is a nuisance to him. He has planned to raze their home to the ground. Walden Macnair and some others will attack at daybreak on the day after tomorrow. The Dark Lord Voldemort has also decided that Alastor Moody must be terminated. He tried to send me, but Harry Potter liberated me. That plan is now on pause, as the only other Death Eater capable of dueling Alastor Moody is Augustus Rookwood, and he is still too frail after his experience in Azkaban. The Dark Lord Voldemort also has intentions to liberate his Death Eaters from Azkaban, but he has not made concrete plans yet. That is all."

There was pandemonium amongst the present members of the Weasley family, and while they began bickering, some of the other Aurors in the room gazed at Moody in awe, making him grunt something unintelligible and scowl. Dumbledore snapped his wand towards the ceiling, releasing a loud bang that had become the staple manner in which order was restored to these meetings.

He looked at Molly and Arthur, and said "Please do not be worried. While warding your home might be a fruitless task, there is enough time to salvage what property you need to. We shall address that matter later, for now this is paramount to Harry's safety, and that of the Order as a whole."

The others quieted, and Dumbledore continued his questioning. "Is Narcissa Malfoy a Death Eater? Who is her allegiance to? Can she be trusted?"

"Narcissa Malfoy has no allegiance to anybody except myself. She will do what I ask of her. She does not bear any allegiance to her husband or the Dark Lord Voldemort."

"Can she be trusted to stay silent?" Dumbledore repeated.

"Yes. If she helps you, she will tell no-one of it." Her breath was getting labored, and perspiration had begun to bead on her forehead. She was shaking slightly, and Madam Pomfrey looked at her worriedly, her matronly inclinations taking precedence over any prejudice that she felt for the ex-Death Eater.

"Will you stay inside this house and make no attempt to leave or communicate with anyone outside?"

Bellatrix's mouth opened, but instead of answering, she groaned in pain. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and she fell limp. Immediately, Pomfrey was out of her chair, examining her vitals.

"Dumbledore," she said worriedly, "she isn't well enough to keep interrogating her. She must rest ... the torture has taken a lot out of her."

Dumbledore sighed. "I suppose we must have faith that she will remain inside the house. Since she does not know the secret, she will be unable to leave, or communicate with anyone outside. Until I can question her again, I will not let her know the secret."

Tonks stood up, her chair scraping backwards. "I'm going upstairs," she announced, looking a bit frayed, "I want to be with Harry. Put her in some other room."

She swept out of the room as soon as Dumbledore nodded his assent, and made her way up the stairs, glaring at a sobbing Ginny Weasley as she passed the living room. This, of course, simply incited a fresh round of tears from the ugly little girl, causing her mother to glare hatefully at Tonks.

In the kitchen, Moody looked troubled. "Albus," he growled, "what about Malfoy? Do we contact her? There isn't enough time to wait until Lestrange wakes up again. It will take three days to make the potion."

Dumbledore sighed. "Yes, Alastor. I need to think ... after that, I will contact Mrs. Malfoy."

Moody grunted. "I'm leaving," he announced, "I've got some work at the Ministry."

Arthur Weasley raised an eyebrow. "Are you back on the Auror forces? I thought Fudge hated you."

Moody grinned distortedly through his mutilated face. "Aye, Arthur ... the man was quite servile when he begged me to come back and train the Aurors. Now, I'm off. I'm two hours late as it is."

He pottered over to the door, shooting a glare at the shrouded portrait in the entrance hall. Then, with a pop, he had Disapparated, not noticing the grin on Tonks' face as she peered down form the staircase. Quickly ascending the stairs, she ducked into her room first, and retrieved the letter Harry had written last night. A snap of her fingers awoke her owl, who glared balefully at her until Tonks waved the letter around, attracting its attention. A minute later, Tonks had tied the letter to the owl's leg, scratched its head and sent it away.

Now all that was remaining was for Bellatrix to do her part, and at least one problem would be taken care of.

Dumbledore stood, and slowly walked to the Library, lost in thought. His age was growing apparent, and his former pleasant, twinkling persona now looked like a façade. Sitting heavily in one of the Library armchairs, he fiddled with his floppy hat, staring blankly at the stars that shimmered on it.

Tonks walked up the stairs, grinning wickedly as she felt the slight arousal heighten. The day was going perfectly ... Harry's plan was absolutely perfect. Her acting skills, too, had never been better. She turned the handle of the door to Harry's room, and frowned when she found it locked. Waving her wand, she opened it, slipping in and closing the door behind her. Immediately, she saw that Fleur wasn't in the room, and smirking, she locked the door, moving towards the bed, throwing a few silencing charms at the door and walls.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of light from the crack under the door to the bathroom. Silently, she crossed over to the door, listening intently. A soft splash of water was heard a second later, and Tonks' eyes widened. Fleur was having a bath ... this was perfect. Nearly cackling theatrically, she grinned widely and returned to Harry.

A tap of her wand and a whispered "Enervate" had Harry awake. He smiled at her, waggling his eyebrows as soon as he noticed that they were alone. The scabs on his body had flaked away, leaving small piles of dead skin on the bed that Tonks vanished quickly. She smirked, leaning in to him to whisper into his ear.

"Harry," she whispered seductively, smirking when he shivered slightly, "I have an idea. You know Fleur?"

Harry smirked at her, his hands rising to pull her to him tightly. "Why?" he breathed into her ear, causing a shiver to run down her body, "Oh Tonks, you naughty, naughty girl. You want her too, don't you?"

She smirked right back at him. "She's bathing right now, in the bathroom right there."

Harry grinned. He leaned in, brushing his lips over her cheek, then nibbled on her ear. "I have a better idea," he whispered.

"Do tell," she murmured, nuzzling his cheek with hers.

He smirked, shaking his head. "Oh no, Tonks, you'll just have to play along and see for yourself."

She raised an eyebrow, but was surprised when he swept her off her feet, roughly pressing her against the wall. Before a shout of surprise could escape her, his lips were on hers, and the noise was a muffled exclamation of breath. The thump of her body against the wall, however, was louder. Lost in the kiss, they didn't register the sound of a quiet splash of water from the bathroom.

His hands were gripping at her, the kiss feverish in its intensity. She moaned against his lips, her arms haphazardly circling his neck as her fingers threaded through his hair. She felt a force on her shoulders, and a ripping sound emerged as his hands literally tore her robe away, once again rising to grip her body through the thin cotton shirt that she wore underneath.

Inside the bathroom, Fleur was busy lathering herself with the bubbly water, sighing softly in contentment. A muffled noise from the adjoining bedroom made her stop short, eyes flicking over to the door. For a second, she wondered what the noise was, and sat still, listening intently. For a few seconds, there was silence, and she sighed. She had probably imagined it ... or maybe Harry was having a nightmare. Supposedly he had had a problem with nightmares for a while now.

She sat back again, only to bolt upright in the water as the distinctive sound of ripping fabric was heard. Her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed her wand from the edge of the bathtub, holding it in soapy hands. Somewhat reluctant to actually get up and see what the commotion was about, she waved it at the wall between the two rooms. The wall shimmered for a second, and then dissolved into a transparent, misty glass. The charm had essentially made the wall see-through from her side, allowing her to look into the other room without the occupants noticing her.

Immediately, her eyes widened, her jaw dropping in complete shock. Harry was naked. That was the first thing she noticed, and her eyes widened even further when she saw what he was doing. Tonks was pinned to the wall by his weight, but the position looked far from threatening. His hand was bunched into her hair, pulling her head back roughly as his lips devoured her neck. Tonks herself was in a state of undress, her shirt and robe lying in tatters on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black slacks. His chest covered her view of Tonks', but there was little left to the imagination. Fleur found herself staring at Tonks in envy, wondering how some women could attain such perfection without the magical advantage that the Veela had. For a moment, she thought that perhaps Tonks was using her Metamorph capabilities, but she discarded the thought immediately. For one, she had seen Tonks in her natural form before, a form that corresponded with the vision of feminine perfection that was currently moaning out in pleasure. Secondly, Tonks wasn't the sort of person to change her looks to make a man lust for her.

She blinked, halfheartedly looking at her wand. It was only right of her to undo the charm...this was an intimate moment between two lovers, not an opportunity for Fleur to unveil her suddenly voyeuristic inclinations. Her eyes flicked back up to the scene unfolding before her, and she gasped, both out of shock and arousal.

Harry had, quite easily, made short work of the rest of Tonks' clothes, having torn her slacks off and ripped away the simple white panties. He was on his knees, his face buried into Tonks' crotch, one hand roughly gripping her breast, while the other held the milky flesh of her thigh. Letting out a loud moan of pleasure, Tonks leaned her head back abruptly, striking the wall behind her. Paying no attention to the pain that must have shot through her, she raised her leg up, demonstrating the flexibility of her body quite succinctly. Her foot was on Harry's shoulder, her knee bent so radically that it was pressed against her breast. Fleur shivered as the erotic scene unfolded, seeing that with the action, Tonks had removed the one barrier that had previously shrouded the actions of Harry's mouth. She shivered, seeing his tongue caress her folds gently even as his finger slowly slipped into her. Tonks shuddered, nearly screaming out in pleasure at the action, making Fleur breathe heavily.

She raised her wand, hand shaking tremulously, trying to force herself to cast the charm that would annul the looking-glass spell on the wall. Almost as if it were denying her, the wand promptly slipped from her hands, clattering softly on the thick rug next to the tub. She gazed at it for a split second before her eyes shot back up to watch the lovers, a look of guilty pleasure on her face.

She couldn't take her eyes off him...with each caress, each squeeze of his hands, his muscles rippled across his arms, the bronze, tanned skin looking delicious in the archaic lamp-light of the room. Such was his strength that while he knelt, his free hand lifted Tonks' other leg off the ground, supporting her weight easily. Without the slightest of effort, and without even pausing in his actions, he placed Tonks' other foot on his shoulder, leaving her in a comical, crouched position in mid-air. She didn't even register the movement, whimpering and moaning in passion. He grinned, rubbing his curled lips against her sex, then slowly positioning his lips around her clit.

Fleur heard a wet, smacking sound, shortly followed by a guttural shriek of pleasure from Tonks, who was frantically grasping at the wall, trying to channel her arousal into some physical manifestation. She hissed, her eyes wide, shivering fitfully in the water. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and it was all she could do to stop herself from whimpering in arousal herself. Though she was enjoying the view, albeit with a great deal of guilt, she shook herself out of her stupor. She had to leave now ... she couldn't stay. She cursed her Veela magic. Her arousal would translate into her pheromones being released violently, causing her sexual allure to permeate the whole room, seeping through the floor easily to extend in a large sphere of sexual allure. Without the gift that she was now so ardently damning, watching the two of them could actually be a possibility. And despite her embarrassment, Fleur had a feeling that the scene unfolding in front of her would far outstrip even the most elaborate fantasies and situations she could think up. The only time that she and Bill had taken things a little far ... well, 'far' was a rather relative term, as they had only gotten a little too involved with each other's mouths, the damned charm had proven to her once again that she would have to be both careful and a little more intelligent in her quasi-sexual experiences ... and perhaps choose a better mate, someone who wouldn't force her beyond limits she knew not to cross. Her arousal had caused his idiot brother, sitting in the next room, to shed his pants and start humping away at the wall that separated them. Of course, she had climaxed before, who hadn't? But unlike others, the only times she was safely able to touch herself was within the safety of Delacour Manor, where there were no men present within miles. And even though the 'window' in the wall was currently displaying a level of erotic interaction that she wanted to watch, there was no chance that Harry would miss the fact that she was exuding her power at such a level.

Even as she slowly got out of the water, Harry was setting Tonks back on her feet. She was whimpering, clutching at him forlornly, biting his neck as she continued to suffer the lingering tremors of the fitful orgasm. His hands moved to her waist, gently trailing across her skin, the loving look in his eye now bearing a tinge of lust that both excited and frightened Fleur. He gently lifted her off the ground, kissing her lips, his arms wrapped around her securely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs obediently folded around his hips as she straddled him in mid air. Fleur gaped. For the first time, she had an unobstructed view of Harry's cock as it stood erect a few inches below Tonks' shapely rear. Tonks had not been exaggerating. She shivered, pinching her thigh to make the pain snap her out of her staring. She hurriedly waved her wand over herself, drying her body and hair, and reached for the bathrobe. She would have to apparate out of the bathroom ... trying to sneak out of the room would certainly make him notice, as absorbed as he was with the gorgeous woman in his arms. She quickly donned the bathrobe and tied the sash around her waist, her wand still lying on the fluffy rug by the bath tub.

So, she was startled when the door banged open and Harry entered, his lips still pressed against Tonks'. She let out a gasp of shock, only to slap her hand against her mouth a second later, realizing that she had just revealed herself to Harry, who was otherwise quite occupied at the moment. For a second, all three of them stared at each other. It was a comical sight.

Harry and Tonks were quite naked, and from the looks of things, his massive member was tightly ensconced within the beautiful young Metamorph. His jaw was hanging, as was hers, and the situation was so shocking that they didn't seem to notice the compromising position, as well as the nudity that they were displaying to Fleur. Fleur, on the other hand, was freshly clean, her skin slightly pink from the hot bath. A bright blush suffused her cheeks, staining her skin with a pink tinge that made her look absolutely adorable. Her eyes were wide, unable to look away from him, almost not registering the woman he was attached to. The wand lay forgotten on the floor.

Finally, Tonks blushed, looking like she couldn't possibly formulate a response to the situation. Harry, while not blushing, looked unsettled. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

Fleur stumbled as she tried to edge towards the door. "I-I'm so sorry, Harry, Tonks ... I'll just leave. Terribly sorry about this," she muttered, her eyes focused on the floor, her wand forgotten. Turning away, she placed her hand on the doorknob, turning it to open the door. She felt his hand grasp her wrist, and startling her, he pulled on her arm, causing her to fall against his chest, her cheek pressed against his warm skin. Tonks, apparently, had 'dismounted', and was currently standing a bare few inches away.

She tried to mutter something, but he spoke before she could. "My, my," he breathed into her ear, making her shiver visibly, "what do we have here?"

She seemed confused for a second, and he laughed softly. Easily, he spun her about in his arms, his grip relaxing for a mere second before he held her tightly again, her rear pressed against his crotch. She whimpered inaudibly, feeling his rock-hard length straining against the soft flesh of her buttocks. His hands were holding her wrists, and he brought them together in front of her, using his left hand to grasp both of her wrists tightly, pressing them against her lower abdomen. His other hand slowly trailed up her body, fingers gently running over the soft fabric of her bathrobe. She flinched as his fingers touched her, trailing liquid fire across her abdomen, and then gently brushing against her breasts.

She stammered an apology, now feeling a creeping dread overtake her, but he simply laughed that soft, pleasant laugh. His fingers were on her neck now, still moving with that sensual grace, brushing against her skin so lightly that she felt as if she were imagining it. Then, they touched her chin, gently holding it as he raised her head. She, slightly hysterically, now whispered another apology, muttering "Please, Harry, let me go, I'm sorry!"

His lips grazed her earlobe as he spoke, and she could hear the wicked smirk in his voice. She couldn't see Tonks, but had a sinking feeling that she, too, bore a smirk on her face.

"You naughty little girl," he breathed, his teeth nipping gently at her ear, "look at what you've been doing."

Confused, she looked up for the first time. An icy dread settled in the pit of her stomach even as the reality of the situation hit her like a punch to the face. Not ten feet away, a large section of the wall was transparent. Through the wall, she could see into the adjoining bedroom, specifically the section of wall where Harry and Tonks had been rutting like wild animals in their passion.

She blushed, stammering nonsensically as she fought to explain herself. He simply laughed, making her fall silent again. She tried to leave his grip, but found herself unable to ... his grip was neither hard, nor constricting, but she simply could not fight it. Desperately, she screamed for help, only to moan as his lips fell to her neck, kissing her skin so gently that it had her feeling wet.

"Silly girl," he whispered amusedly, "you think I would fuck Tonks that madly without a silencing charm in place?"

Tonks, now looking extremely unconcerned by her nakedness, walked around them, finally coming into Fleur's view. Instead of saying anything, she simply strode to the door and closed it, locking it with...Fleur's wand! Harry released Fleur, and she moved towards the wall, wrapping her arms around herself, a desperate look in her eyes.

"Please," she begged, back against the wall, "please let me go!" She cast a glance at Tonks, but Tonks simply smiled at her, the same smile that she always gave ... a mixture of cheerfulness, happiness and camaraderie. "Please," she whispered weakly, feeling incredibly threatened even in such an odd situation.

Harry now moved towards her, his beautiful eyes glinting with an unrestrained gleam of passion, amusement and lust. She felt herself relax as he moved against her, his chest pressing her back against the wall gently. She could feel his breath on the bare skin of her chest, in the uncovered V-shaped area that lay between the overlapping cloth of her bathrobe. She looked up, her eyes showing her fright, but made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Instantly, she was captivated by them, the swirling, gleaming emerald hue of his eyes making her relax unconsciously.

His fingers rose, brushing against her cheek with the same gentle caress as before. He leaned in, his soulful stare looking deep into her beautiful blue eyes, and he whispered to her, making her tense immediately and scream.

"Fleur, my flower," he whispered, his voice taking a darker tone as he continued, "I will have you."

She shuddered, trying to worm her way out of his grip, but it was of no use. He had her trapped against the wall, and judging by the hardness now pressed against her inner thigh, he had no intention of letting her go.

"P-Please," she whimpered, straining to get away, "let me go, Harry, please!" Instantly, it became obvious that it was a mistake to clamor and beg before him, for his eyes took on a new tinge of lust, one that she knew to be dangerous.

In one quick move, his hands fell to her hips, gripping tightly even as he hoisted her in the air. In a slightly rough move, he slammed her against the vertical towel-rack that spanned one huge section of the wall, and grinning wickedly, muttered "Incarcerous." Thin ropes circled her wrists, ankles and waist, chaining her to the towel rack. She tried to fight the binds, but the rope chafed her skin, making her wince in pain.

He grinned wickedly at her, his face a mere inch away from hers. "You like to watch, don't you, Fleur?" he asked, his lips brushing against her cheek as he talked, his breath falling upon her ear.

She whimpered a denial, but as soon as she started, she was silenced by his laugh. "Don't bother denying it, Fleur. But it doesn't matter if you like it or not, you're going to get a show regardless."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and no small amount of terror. What she had seen earlier was erotic enough ... if this progressed in the manner he was indicating, she would be utterly incapable of controlling her arousal. As if he was reading her mind, he smirked at her, whispering "That's the plan, sweetheart. I'll have you begging for me soon enough."

His face suddenly loomed closer, and she started in surprise as he pressed a kiss to her lips, withdrawing with a smirk. Her eyes flicked towards Tonks hopefully, only to be shot down when the woman in question smirked in a similar fashion.

"Wait a second," Tonks murmured, grinning wickedly. Twirling the wand in her hand, she looked at Fleur, laughing at the look of betrayal. She approached the Veela, taking note of the gentle wet streaks that led from her eyes to her chin. Gripping Fleur's chin tightly, she pushed upwards, inclining the Veela's neck upwards, exposing the smooth skin. She saw Fleur swallow nervously, and with a slight smile, leaned in.

Her tongue emerged, slowly lapping at the small tear drop that still hung from Fleur's chin. The Veela shivered, both in arousal and disgust, but cried out a second later as Tonks bit down on her neck roughly. "Shh, my pretty," she said softly, squeezing Fleur's neck, gently nuzzling Fleur's earlobe with her nose. Fleur whimpered as Tonks drew away, fearful of the dark glint in her usually cheerful eyes. Standing a few feet away, Harry looked on thoughtfully, not saying a word.

Tonks waved the wand, muttering under her breath. The chains detached from the towel rack, but before Fleur could enunciate her elation at being released, she was once again restrained. Now, she was kneeling on the plush rug, her arms crossed behind her back, wrists chained to the opposite ankle. The grip was tight enough that she couldn't bend forward too far. Glaring, she looked up, only to be met with Tonks' smirking face. The tight feeling around her lower neck made her eyes widen, and turning slightly, she caught a glimpse of a collar, a chain connecting it to the towel rack. Her head snapped up to scream her anger and betrayal at Tonks, only to find that a silencing charm was prohibiting her speech. She screamed again, out of frustration and fear, but within a few seconds, realized that it would do no more than make her throat sore and raw. She slumped in defeat, eyes averted from Tonks' laughing gaze.

The Metamorphmagus whirled around, immediately wrapping an arm around Harry, using her other hand to pull his lips down to hers. The two lovers stumbled over towards Fleur, still entwined. Tonks, apparently, had a plan in mind, for she stopped a mere foot away from Harry, dropping to her knees in front of him. Fleur shuddered again, seeing his member from up close once more. She tried to look away, only to see Tonks, her face a mere few inches from Harry's crotch, grinning at her. Sitting so that her hips were a mere few inches away from Fleur's, Tonks took Harry's hand, pulling him closer.

Harry's thoughtful frown evaporated, his lips curving to mirror Tonks' smirk. The Metamorph kissed Fleur's cheek gently, and in the next instant, had her hand gripping Harry's shaft. Without another word spoken, Tonks slipped him into her mouth, her lips pressing gently around the head of his shaft, tongue licking at him. With a few quick strokes, he was once again rock hard, the wet warmth of her mouth causing his eyes to close, a moan escaping his lips. As she stroked his cock, her features scrunched up slightly as she loosened the muscles of her throat, widening herself to accommodate his size. Her free hand grabbed Fleur's hair roughly, pulling her face close with a quick jerk.

The Veela's eyes widened as Tonks gently moved her lips down Harry's shaft, slowly taking his length into her mouth. She stopped her motion once her nose was brushing against his abdomen, and slowly pulled back once more. Harry, for his part, hissed through gritted teeth, the sensation of her warm, soft mouth encapsulating every inch of his cock sending him to a new plane of pleasure. Unconsciously, he thrust forward slightly, trying to bury his cock within her mouth again, but she shook her head, lips pursed around his head. Her eyes, smiling at him, promised more, and he yielded, ceasing his thrusts. Her hand once again gripped him, the edge of her soft palm brushing gently against his balls as she did so. The gentle suction of her lips, coupled with the slow strokes of her hand made him groan, already desperate for completion.

Fleur, eyes wide, her cheek almost pressed against Harry's thigh, could only watch in awe as Tonks gently continued her ministrations. Fixated as she was, she barely noticed the increasing sensation of dampness in her crotch until Tonks' hand suddenly violated her, cupping her vulva roughly and rubbing it around to moisten her palm. Abrupt and rough as the action was, the sensation of her palm sliding against her lips and clit made her jerk around involuntarily, bolts of sudden pleasure rocketing up her spine. Tonks, a knowing smile on her face, replaced her now moistened palm around Harry's shaft, stroking it faster now. Harry, lost in the sensation, had barely felt her hand leave him.

Fleur, now looking fearful, tried to fight against Tonks' grip on her hair, futilely attempting to salvage her situation and flee. Yet, the chains held her securely, and Tonks' grip was tight enough that she could do no more than effectively rub her cheek against Harry's thigh. Humiliation in her eyes as she felt her nose brush his balls, a few tears slipped down her cheek. She was given some respite, as Tonks eased her grip slightly, allowing Fleur to move her head back a bare few inches. Yet, she realized, there was another obstacle that forbade her to move. Harry' hands had involuntarily jerked forward the last time Tonks had taken his cock entirely into her mouth, and his right hand gripped Fleur's head tightly, his left gripping Tonks'.

Tonks, releasing Harry's member from her mouth with a wet pop and an inhale of breath, smiled wickedly at Fleur's tears. The Veela, eyes brimming with tears, absently noted a string of saliva hanging from Harry's member, and noting her gaze, Tonks moved forward, catching it with her tongue and gently rising to lick it off his cock. He gasped loudly at the action, his cock twitching in her grasp. Her hand continued to stroke him, and some part of Fleur's brain noted the motion, filing it away for later use. Instead of stroking his cock in a straight motion, her hand curled sideways and back as she stroked it, and from his audible reactions, it seemed to work.

Through gritted teeth, hands now gripping their heads tightly, Harry whispered "Do you want me to come soon?" His tone made it sound like he would rather keep going for a while.

The question struck the Veela as being odd ... surely, with that much constant stimulation, there was no way he could hold back his inevitable release. Tonks, however, seemed to take no notice of the 'oddness' of the question, and instead smiled up at him, murmuring ,"a few more minutes, sweetheart."

A slight smile crossed his face as he nodded, but he gasped a second later, as she pushed his cock up against his abdomen, and moved her mouth to his balls. Fleur watched in stunned silence as she reversed the grip of her hand, stroking him with her thumb pointed downwards, fingertips brushing against either side of his abdomen. The arousal had been building steadily, and it would soon suppress all her emotions, turning her into a sex-crazed lunatic. Now, as she saw the saliva on Harry's cock glisten in the lamp light, Tonks' lips and tongue attacking his scrotum, and felt the tightness of their hands gripping her head, a new sensation overcame her, one of building lust. She absently felt a streak of wetness on the skin of her inner thigh, but stared fixatedly at them, slowly becoming aware of the hardness of her nipples and the sensation of the bathrobe's fabric brushing against them.

Pulling her mouth off Harry's balls, Tonks grinned, jerking Fleur's head closer and crushing her lips against the Veela's. She forced Fleur's lips apart, pushing her tongue into the Veela's mouth, somewhat surprised by the shy reciprocation of the kiss as Fleur failed to fight her off, responding to the kiss ever so slightly. She withdrew, biting down on the Frenchwoman's lower lip, and smirked at her.

"She's ready, Harry," Tonks said, now leaning in to press gentle kisses to Fleur's neck, causing her to shudder in a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Tonks grabbed the wand once more, waving it to undo the silencing charm on Fleur. "Are you ready yet?" she asked, her hand now moving to grasp Fleur's throat tightly, the index finger of her other hand now tracing a pattern on the Veela's collarbone.

Fleur opened her mouth to reply, but was unable to scream the protest that she wanted to. The arousal had reached a threatening level now ... another kiss, and she would be helpless. As it was, her arousal was warring against her common sense, each prohibiting the other from emerging. As if he had read her mind, Harry crouched down, staring into her eyes with his own. Entranced by the swirling emerald eyes, she barely noted his fingers rise to stroke her cheek.

"So beautiful," he murmured, making her blush. Inside, her mind faltered, entirely forgetting the fact that she knew she was beautiful, that her vanity as a Veela among humans had dictated as much since she could talk. He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers, but drew back, smirking. Before she could stutter out a question, he was on his feet, his hand in her hair once more, gripping her head roughly. His free hand held his shaft, and as he came closer, Fleur felt time slow down. The image of his cock slowly approaching her mouth was burned into her mind, her arousal winning the struggle against logic as thoughts of that cock inside her swarmed her brain.

He smirked, noting her slightly vacant expression, and gently pressed his cock against her wonderfully pink lips, rubbing it against them. He was surprised, a second later, when she moved, almost hungrily pouncing forward, trying to ram as much of his cock down her throat as possible. Of course, in her enthusiasm, she completely disregarded his size, and found herself gagging painfully a second later. Laughing despite the discomfort, he pulled out of her mouth, causing her brows to furrow, and a desperate look to cross her face.

"Please," she whispered, "PLEASE! I want! Please, I want!" Her voice sounded hysterical, and Harry frowned. He couldn't very well go on with his little plan if she were screaming all along ... the mood would be ruined.

"Silence her again, would you?" he asked Tonks. Tonks laughed, reaching for the wand once more. Feeling slightly sorry for the Veela, Harry thrust his hips forward once more, sliding his cock back into her waiting mouth. Lacking experience, she was suckling and humming, trying to accomplish all she could without the use of her hands. While her mouth felt heavenly, her lack of skill entirely belied the natural warmth and wetness of her mouth.

As Tonks cast the charm, Harry snapped "Hold still, girl!" The Veela submitted, almost freezing in place. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he muttered "Just the lips, keep them tight around my cock." She complied readily, eyes looking up into his hopefully. He grumbled, damning himself for forgetting that an aroused virgin Veela could be like a five year old while being 'broken in'. Leaning towards Tonks, he whispered into her ear, and as she nodded, he smiled at her, and began slowly thrusting into Fleur's mouth. Fleur, apparently, had better control over her mental facilities, for she was, against Harry's direct orders, using her tongue to do something delightfully pleasurable to his cock each time he thrust into her mouth. Of course, there was no reason to stop her.

Fleur, now more than just moist, was rapidly bobbing her head forward and backward, trying to anticipate Harry's thrusts, and meet them with that little flick of her tongue that he seemed to like, given the occasional gasp of pleasure. She could hear Tonks moving things around in the background, but didn't really care, her gaze and thoughts focused squarely on the large, throbbing cock being thrust into her willing mouth. Then, he pulled out, and she gave a groan of disappointment, only to have his scrotum pushed against her lips. She obliged readily, impatient to pleasure him in any possible manner. His head rolled back as he stroked his cock, feeling the release approaching, Harry absently noticed that at the very least, Fleur was a quick learner, apart from a few moments of discomfort where her teeth had come a little too close for his liking. Abruptly, he felt the pleasure swell, and pulling away from her, he slid his cock deep into her once more, the comforting, wet warmth of her mouth making him spill his seed straight down her throat.

Fleur, surprised at the sudden jerking of his cock in her mouth, had only a split second of realization before she felt his seed hit the back of her throat, leaving a slightly salty taste in her mouth as she swallowed it. Instead of releasing his member, she simply swallowed, continuing to lick and suck at his cock as it became limp in her mouth. Harry, almost bowled over by the force of the release after both Tonks and Fleur had taken their time, simply stood there, using an extended arm to lean on the towel rack behind Fleur. The sensation of her mouth gently suckling and massaging his now-flaccid cock was soothing, gently lowering him back from the thundering release.

Slipping his cock out of her mouth, he petted her cheek as he turned to Tonks. Fleur, still swept by her arousal, was fighting the chains frantically, desperately attempting to reach for Harry's cock, aching for her own release. Harry threw a dispassionate glance at the Veela, then turned to survey Tonks' alterations to the room.

She had vanished the water in the bathtub, and conjured a soft padding that covered the floor of the tub. She had also added a set of restraints against the wall that the tub was constructed again, having affixed them so that Fleur would once again be on her knees.

He smiled appreciatively at Tonks, taking her in his arms. "Perfect," he muttered, his hands caressing her body. She smiled in return, inclining her head towards Fleur as she gave him a questioning gaze.

"Well, I suppose we should get down to it. They'll come looking soon enough," he sighed. Tonks grinned in reply, moving towards Fleur, twirling the wand in her fingers. Stopping in front of the frantic woman, she leaned forward, until her abdomen brushed against the Veela's forehead. Fleur, having stilled in anticipation of freedom, found her head tilted back until her lips grazed Tonks' lower abdomen, a few inches above her flower. Confused, she blinked, only to have Tonks part her legs slightly and stand on her toes, effectively crushing her pussy against Fleur's lips.

Stunned, Fleur had no time to think before she found her head tossed around roughly as Tonks repeatedly rubbed her quim across her lips. Eyes wide, Fleur was unable to control her arousal, eyeing Harry's cock from the corner of her eyes. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and he smirked at her, waving towards Tonks and nodding. Shoulders slumped in defeat, Fleur submitted, nervously extending her tongue against Tonks' motions. As soon as the first contact was made, Tonks groaned luxuriously, a smile of pure pleasure crossing her face.

Some regret in her eyes as she withdrew a few seconds later, she mimicked Harry's earlier actions, petting Fleur's cheek. The Veela floundered in confusion, once again turning to Harry for further instruction. The desperation in her eyes was evident, her beautiful face contorted into an expression of pure pleading. Tonks, petting her cheek, muttered "Oh yes, you'll do nicely."

Harry, seeing the Veela's desperation, motioned to Tonks to hurry things up. Watching the interaction between the two women had been more than a little arousing, and his cock was once again hard. Tonks complied, waving the wand. Immediately, the bathtub emptied itself of water, though the few tiny puddles on the floor of the tub remained, a testament to the degree of arousal Tonks herself was experiencing. Fleur, panic in her eyes as she screamed fruitlessly, was lifted off the ground, the chains falling off her. As she floundered in mid air, she was floated towards the bathtub and laid down on her knees. As soon as she touched the ground, Fleur attempted to rush towards Harry, the look of desperation once again in her eyes. But before she could do so, the new set of restraints fell into place, a collar once again wrapping around her neck, and tight chains holding her back. With a second wave of the wand, Tonks vanished the bathrobe, for the first time laying Fleur bare.

Harry, staring at her, absently felt his cock tremble, the hardness almost painful. She, for lack of a better word, was exquisite. There was nothing about her that could be deemed even slightly imperfect ... full breasts with small pink nipples, crinkled and hard from her arousal; a flat stomach and curved waist that led to her rounded hips. Her legs were slim and long, the skin of her body beautifully pale. Eyeing her crotch, he shivered at the sight of her quim, crowned by a trimmed triangular tuft of blonde hair. She was absolutely gorgeous, and from the slight profile view that he had of her rounded buttocks, her ass was as perfect as Tonks'. But it was her facial features that struck a chord in Harry's heart, the slight pout of her lips and the longing in her eyes making him shiver. Her petite nose, doe eyes and flawless skin only added to the absolute perfection of his view.

Releasing a slight growl, he moved forward quickly, brushing past Tonks to kneel and crush his lips against Fleur's. The kiss was rough, his lips demanding as they moved against hers. As he withdrew, she let out a keen through teeth that were biting down on his lower lip, unwilling to let go. He laughed, his knuckles brushing against her cheek as she reluctantly released his lip. Standing, he turned to Tonks, gently pulling her against him.

She seemed to expect some conversation from him, but he surprised her, wheeling her body around so she stood between him and Fleur. Somewhat aroused by his demanding action, she began to lean forward, legs parted slightly with the intent of pressing her pussy against Fleur's lips again, leaving her ass open for his pleasure. While she had been somewhat reluctant towards the idea of anal sex earlier in the summer, her love for Harry and his fascination with what he called "the most beautiful ass imaginable" had made her more adventurous, and the experience, as well as the multitudes that followed, had introduced her to a form of sex that she found at once to be highly pleasurable and arousing just on the simple animalistic nature of the act.

She grinned in anticipation as she once again rose on her tip-toes, awaiting his initial thrust before she could settle herself on Fleur's lips. In accordance with her thoughts, she felt him gently press Fleur's wand against her anus, and moaned in delight as the now-familiar sensation of the cleansing, lubricating gel coating her rectum hit her. His hardness was straining against her flesh, and she felt his lips press soft kisses to the base of her neck, his slightly rough palms dragging against her skin as they moved to cup the cheeks of her ass. A gentle bite made her moan, the slight spike of pleasure giving way to a wave of anticipation.

Then, he startled her, crouching slightly as his hands slid down to the back of her thighs, grasping the tensed flesh firmly. With a quick motion, he lifted her up, nearly causing her to slip and fall as she yelped and shifted in surprise. Thinking fast, she fell in with his motion, her feet finding secure purchase on the side of the bathtub, legs spread so that her thighs grasped each side of Fleur's head tightly, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the French woman's hair as she used the girl's head to steady the balance of her upper body. A sudden lance of pleasure made her gasp out loud despite her surprise, and it all came together in an instant of aroused realization, and an odd sense of admiration for Harry's sexual creativity.

In this position, her feet were firmly placed on the rim of the tub, the soft flesh of her thighs pressed against Fleur's shoulder blades. Her back, as she rested against Harry, was pressed tightly against Harry's chest, her hands now clutching at his hips as she felt her rear once again cupped by his strong hands, providing further support for her. What ignited her arousal once again, however, was the fact that her pussy was now almost entirely pressed against Fleur's lips, the Veela's dainty little nose now repeatedly brushing against Tonks' swollen clit. And her ass, securely held in Harry's strong grip, was positioned perfectly for his intentions, pushing down on his erect member slightly.

Once again the pleasure lanced through her, and this time, overwhelmed by the arousal of the short prelude she had shared with Harry and then the view of his actions with Fleur, it built to the point where she threw her head back against his shoulder, exclaiming loudly. She felt his warm breath, both soothing and exciting, against her ear as he laughed softly, squeezing her flesh gently.

"That's it, pet," he cooed to Fleur, and Tonks saw his toes awkwardly brush against the French woman's now-uncovered pussy, "use your tongue on my Nymph's pussy."

She felt both a spike of love towards Harry at the possessive, loving way in which he had cooed the new nickname, and a surge of pleasure as the French woman complied eagerly, still enveloped in the cocoon of arousal that they had ignited in her, and moaned again. In another casual exhibition of his immense strength, Harry supported Tonks' weight with one hand as he grasped his member in the other, gently rubbing the head against her lubricated bung and pushing it slowly across the small expanse of skin until it brushed against Tonks' pussy, a flick of Fleur's tongue against both appendages now causing him to hiss under his breath. He repeated the action over and over, gasping each time Fleur's tongue ran over his cock. The teasing brushes of his cock against Tonks' cunt and anus were bringing Tonks so close to her climax that an inadvertent motion that made the Veela's nose press roughly against her clit made her arch her back and scream out her release, the slight secretion of her juices staining Fleur's painfully perfect face with a glistening, moist substance.

Breathing heavily as she slowly regained her senses a few seconds later, she only had the slightest warning before Harry bit down on her neck in a manner both rough and gentle, and in an achingly slow movement pressed the length of his cock into her ass. Head thrown back she moaned in a low, guttural tone that epitomized the animalistic lust that raged through her, the pleasure and pain of the welcome invasion making her buck against his hips roughly, tossing Fleur's head about within her knees without care. Unruffled except for a slight pause in which she regained her awkward balance, Fleur resumed her attack on Tonks' pussy, licking, pinching and even biting at the Metamorph's cunt and eliciting repeated gasps and moans of pleasure from her pink-haired best friend.

Harry was in a world of pleasure, the familiar, yet strangely soothing excitement of the experience taking him to impossible heights of pleasure. Even as an Incubus, a heartless, uncaring bastard of a creature, the comfort of making love to a woman rather than mindlessly fucking her was at once both overwhelming and arousing. He moved in and out of her well-lubricated hole smoothly, almost setting a rhythm as he thrust forward, hands cupping the fleshy cheeks of her ass as his member pushed in and out of her warm hole. Through the haze of pleasure that was slowly enveloping his mind, he felt some sympathy for Fleur, who was having a tough time maintaining her balance, and used the last of his concentration to release the chains that bound her arms. Immediately her hands shot up, the movement granting her a new element of balance, and she used one hand to gently spear Tonks' pussy in time with his thrusts. The index finger and thumb of her other hand clamped tightly around the base of Harry's shaft, his thrusts making the sensation even more pleasurable against his sensitive cock, and her wrist bent a little awkwardly as she used her three spare fingers as well as the palm of her hand to gently grasp and massage his balls. He growled out his arousal, thrusting into Tonks with renewed vigor as the Metamorph nestled in his grip was unable to do more than simply gasp and moan in pleasure, her muscles losing all strength as the pleasure overtook her mind, eyes dilated as love, lust and incredible arousal struggled for prominence in her slightly vacant gaze.

She climaxed again in quick succession, the third time within the hour, her pleasure-ridden mind absently cheering her lovers on. Once again she praised Harry's creativity and skills, given the force of her climaxes and the variety of pleasures she was feeling, from Fleur's fingers; lips and nose on her cunt to Harry's massive cock forcefully stimulating her anus even as one of his hands gently fondled her breasts and stroked her nipples; while the other roughly squeezed her "delectably shaped derriere'. His hand fell from her breast to her hip, the other rising to grasp the other hip equally tightly, the thrusts of his hips meeting the flesh of her ass with decreasing pace to the point where her pleasure had risen to such a level that they seemed elongated, the sensation oddly distorted in her mind as each arduously slow thrust caused her loins to erupt in pleasure randomly. At times, the slight pause between his thrust and the withdrawal of his cock made her gasp, at other times it was the withdrawal, or the sudden movement of her muscles as he transitioned from a withdrawal into another thrust that set her off.

Almost incoherent due to the pleasure that riddled her mind as Fleur and Harry's actions, as well as his Demonic magic involuntarily lancing into his co-Alpha, built to a climax yet again. She trembled and bucked about in his grasp violently, screaming her release with such soulful passion that beneath her, Fleur let out a whimper, and then a scream as Harry's once-passive aura set off an orgasm within her loins.

Through gritted teeth Harry continued to hiss out his ecstasy with each thrust. Fleur's temporary incapacitation due to the orgasm had caused her face to slip forward slightly, the bridge of her nose now pressed almost into Tonks' wet, hot slit, and her immobile lips, almost numb with the constant movement against her tongue and Tonks' cunt, came closer to Harry's forceful thrusts. Now with each thrust, Harry's slicked shaft slid against Fleur's chin, then her lips and then buried itself into Tonks' welcoming ass. The sudden transition from cool air to the hot, fleshy envelope that contained the crown of his cock; the sensation of Fleur's face practically pressed against his thrusting member and the sudden almost painful squeeze of Fleur's hand against the base of his cock and his balls was too much to bear.

His grip on Tonks' hips grew almost painfully tight, the sudden influx of a new sensation prolonging her orgasm to ridiculous heights. Eyes pressed shut tightly even as stars exploded in his mind's eye, he moaned a sexy, sensual sound into Tonks' ear.

"Fuck, Tonks!" He growled, eyes flying wide open, pupils dilated, the warmth of Tonks' body from both the inside and the outside now registering even more profoundly than before, "I'm gonna come!"

Some semblance of coherence left in her, the Metamorph threw her head back against his shoulder roughly, uncaring for the sudden pain, and groaned "Come inside me, Harry, come inside me!"

As corny as the line was, it was immediately forgotten as he gave in to the pleasure, slamming his hips against the reddened flesh of her ass one last time. He hissed loudly, lips pressed tightly against the creamy flesh of her neck as he came, his cock almost gratefully spurting innumerable ropes of come deep within her. Almost as if she had just noticed that the towel rack that Fleur was chained to was against the wall just in front of her, Tonks' hands darted out as her mental facilities returned to her, tightly grasping the horizontal, ladder-like bars. It was a fortunate action to take, for with the force of his release, Harry felt almost boneless for a few seconds, stumbling sideways, his cock slipping out of her ass with a wet 'pop!' He flung a hand out too, tightly grabbing a hold of the towel rack and using it to support himself.

After a few seconds taken to catch their respective breaths, Harry slowly helped Tonks off her 'mount', feeling somewhat sympathetic for the Veela who now stared at him in a pleased, bedazzled fashion despite the obvious pain she was in. Their movements had been anything but slow and steady, and with her head grasped so tightly by Tonks' slim, yet muscled thighs, the rapid jerks must have been extremely uncomfortable. In addition, the force of Tonks rutting her pussy against her best friend's mouth had taken its toll, too, leaving puffy, bruised lips with a small cut that created a small streak of red across the Veela's front teeth, and mild bruises around her lips and on her jaw. It was obvious from the angle that Fleur was now gazing at him lovingly, lustfully, and that her neck was in some pain, too.

Tonks, still looking somewhat dazed, now approached him wrapping her arms around his waist tightly as she pressed her naked body against his once more, her head tucked under his neck. She withdrew, only to pull him down for a kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks as her lips gently moved against his, massaging the soft appendages with her own as her tongue found his. He was startled as a new sensation overtook his mind, that of an explosion of love between him and Tonks, but responded enthusiastically nonetheless. He lovingly took her in his arms, his demonic strength absent as his powerful arms held her gently, his flesh warm against hers as their lips and tongues danced against each other. She pulled back and he was a little alarmed to see tears in her eyes, only to be struck dumb as the pure strength behind the love that shone in her eyes burned deep into his soul.

His hand rose, palm cupping the soft skin of her cheek, and he kissed her again, a chaste yet loving kiss. She smiled at him through wet eyes, a slight flush of embarrassment on her beautiful features, and kissed the corner of his mouth, softly whispering "I love you so much, Harry. So much."

The mood, to him, was romantic despite the odd situation they were in, especially with the naked French girl bound at their feet and staring at him in pure, unadulterated lust and some confused sense of love. He smiled at her lovingly and echoed her words, pressing his lips to her forehead and whispering "I love you," as he leaned back.

She smiled again, both hands now grasping the bicep of his right arm. She nodded towards Fleur, a guilty look in her eye, and murmured "We might have gone a little too far, Harry."

He pulled her to him snugly, eyes running over the bound Veela appreciatively, and shook his head, a glint in his eyes. "Oh no, my Nymph," he whispered, the new nickname making her smile and blush prettily, "we went just as far as we had to."

She crouched and picked up the wand from the wet floor of the tub, pressing it into Harry's hand. Grasping it, he made his way over to Fleur, shaking his head sternly when she made to wrap her arms around his legs and attack his cock once again, despite the pain she was obviously feeling. He crouched down and knelt in the tub, trembling slightly as the soft flesh of her palms pressed gently against his chest, stroking his skin ever so slowly.

Her eyes glinted lustfully, the orange light of the multitude of candles turning her vibrant blue eyes an alluring shade of pink. The edges of her lips were curved upwards slightly in a smile, the minute droop of her eyelids simply adding to the sultry, sensual allure that she naturally exuded, her aura creeping nervously at the edges of his Occlumency shields. He smirked at her, eyes slowly raking across her kneeling form. As if she were preening under his gaze, and in some ways she certainly was, she shifted her body, puffing her chest out slightly and bringing her arms tightly against her sides to push her beautiful breasts together. Below the crook of her elbows he could see the curve of her waist leading to her perfectly rounded hips, and the smooth, unblemished skin of her stomach, and he blinked as the sudden urge to lay her down on a bed entered his mind, the urge to treat her like a woman rather than a victim. A flash of an image struck him, an image of her body writhing in ecstasy under his, his lips and tongue dancing against the twisting muscles of her flat, toned abdomen as her fingers curled in his hair, his name spilling from her lips in a strangled cry of exultant passion.

Instead of acting on the thought, at least immediately, he lifted his hand, gently placing the palm on her exposed breast, covering the small pink nipple. She shivered slightly, eyes widening and nostrils flaring slightly at the touch.

She had underestimated how sensitive she would be to him, even to a simple touch. Of course, her rational mind was currently locked away by the maelstrom of passion that had overtaken her mind since Harry had taken it upon himself to possess her. Now, he knelt before her completely still, his only moving limb currently massaging her breast, her nipple hardening immediately under his touch.

"P-Please," she stammered, her eyes losing their focus for a second, "don't make me wait! Please!"

He cocked his head to the side, examining her critically even as his hand squeezed her delectable breast one last time, an odd feeling of satisfaction coming to him as he saw the pale imprint of his fingers against her beautiful flesh, the blood rushing in as soon as he released her to make his 'mark' on her skin that much more apparent. He felt a curious sense of amusement upon noting the complete silence in the room, and turning slightly, he saw Tonks leaning against the sink, gazing at him completely enraptured.

She saw his hand fall from Fleur's breast and saw him shift sideways slightly, and felt a curious surge of pride when the now un-obscured view revealed Fleur's flushed cheeks, almost painfully hard nipples and the slight glistening of wetness on the Veela's pussy and inner thighs. She gazed at her friend for a while longer, unabashedly admiring the utter perfection of her body. Fleur had nothing to want for in terms of physical improvements; she visually embodied perfection in the fashion that all young girls craved for, and all young boys wanted in their bed. Ginny Weasley, for all her ill-concealed hate for the French woman, emoted such jealousy towards Fleur when the little girl thought she was alone. Tonks' simple passive legilimency had been so irritatingly bombarded with such thoughts earlier this morning that her little charade with Harry had nearly become a failure by virtue of the thousands of conflicting thoughts of lust, hate and jealousy streaming from the girl's mind. It was too bad, Tonks thought sarcastically, that the little bitch would be dead within the day.

Still silent, she turned her gaze towards Harry. She watched, entranced, as the muscles on his arms stood taut, and squirmed slightly as he raised his hand to stroke his cheek, thus revealing the rippled surface of his abdomen, each muscle prominent. A feeling of heat grew between her legs again, and she cursed silently, knowing that she was now too sore to indulge in another round of 'entertainment'. Yet, her eyes never left his form, the look of ardent lust in her eyes giving way to a look of love as her gaze moved to his face. Even as a seventh year absently noticing the second year Harry Potter in the halls of Hogwarts, she had always found his facial features remarkable. While it was true that he bore a great resemblance to his father, she had always seen a quality that almost spoke of feminine beauty in his face, from the perfect symmetry of his features to the beauty of the individual features themselves. Now, as a fully matured man, something that she should have noticed the year before as being odd for a fifteen year old, the beauty of his features had taken on a new look, one that gave him an air of dangerous sensuality, one that was most definitely masculine.

His eyes met hers, some amusement in the gaze. She smiled slightly at him in response, noting that Fleur had yet to look away from him, and inclined her head slightly towards Fleur. He nodded at her, and turned back to the Veela. Wand in hand, he tapped her cheek gently and murmured a few words. The bruises, minor as they were, on her cheeks and lips faded away, and the slight puffiness of her lips gave way to the beautiful pink appendages that had caressed his cock a mere hour ago. The sensation of her bruises receding sent a jolt of energy through her, making her shudder somewhat violently, her breasts heaving with the sudden motion. Harry's eyes, drawn to her chest, glinted lustfully, and he rose smoothly, waving the wand again to vanish the chains. As soon as Fleur was on her feet, Harry took her hand, striding out of the bathroom swiftly, his free hand taking Tonks' as he did so.

Once into the bedroom, he pushed Fleur onto the bed, and she collapsed into the soft mattress with a sigh of relief that came from the past hour that she had spent on her knees. Harry, immediately slipping onto the bed after her, moved between her splayed legs, his flaccid cock pressed firmly against her wet cunt. His lips descended on hers forcefully, both pulling and pushing against the Veela's lips as he coaxed the spark of arousal into a full fledged flame. Tonks joined in quickly, straddling Fleur's left thigh and gently rubbing her pussy against the Veela's flesh as she pressed her lips against Harry's and Fleur's, making for an awkward three-way kiss that quickly degenerated into a forceful contest of domination. Fleur, helpless against the pleasure that swamped her, gave in with relief, moaning her second release of the night into Harry's mouth as Tonks' lips trailed kisses down her throat and collarbone, only to pinch roughly at her nipple, then bite down slightly forcefully against it.

It seemed like hours for Fleur, as the orgasm struck her repeatedly and continuously, each lick, kiss, nibble and bite prolonging the pleasure until she spasmed, her body rocketing up fruitlessly against the combined weight of Harry and Tonks. Even as her post-orgasmic bliss began to fade, she felt their hands and lips against her skin. One hand, the skin rougher than the other, grasped her right breast, massaging it slowly as a warm mouth suckled on her nipple and bit down occasionally on the pebbled appendage. The other hand cupped her vulva, the roughness of the skin sending shocks of pleasure through her each time it moved against her swollen clit and slipped down the slit of her pussy, spreading her wetness around her crotch without missing a spot. And the other pair of hands ... soft and delicate, yet rigidly firm as one grasped her throat tightly and a pair of soft, feminine lips crushed against hers in an unforgiving, demanding kiss, the fingers of the other hand interlaced with her own, pinning her arm to the side on the bed.

Then, through the haze of pleasure, she heard a mumbled conversation ... it could have been shouted, really, but she didn't know, and didn't care. The soft pair of hands, and the lips that covered hers moved, and a second later she felt the balance of the mattress resettle as the person - Tonks - moved to the other end of the bed, tightly pinning Fleur's hands above her head under her knees. Then the rough pair of hands and lips moved, each hand grasping either side of her hips with some force, the arms obviously bending inwards slightly, for the person - Harry - was now using his elbows to hold her thighs down against the bed. Even as she began to open her eyes, her world erupted in another flare of pleasure as the soft lips now pressed against hers again, the upside-down kiss as awkward as it was arousing. Tonks' hands rested against the insides of Fleur's upper arms, and with agonizing slowness, slid across her skin, leaving a trail of fiery pleasure until they grasped her breasts, the fingers and palms massaging the large orbs as the thumbs repeatedly brushed over her nipples, flicking, pinching, stroking the small nubs of flesh and bringing Fleur ever closer to another orgasm. As it was, the pleasure of the last still lingered, albeit a different 'flavor' than what she was experiencing now.

Then, she lost all control of her body. Harry, holding her legs steady and pinning her hips to the bed, took the chance to mimic the vision he had seen earlier while staring at Fleur. With nothing more than his lips and tongue, he began fondling her abdomen, raining kisses across her stomach only to bite down gently on the skin and suck on it as she writhed beneath him. Almost blinded by pleasure, and unable to predict where it would strike from next, Fleur simply gave a throaty scream of ecstasy into Tonks' mouth as the orgasm began to build. The combination of Tonks' rough and gentle ministrations and Harry's incredible assault upon the twisting, flailing muscles of her abdomen was making it hard for her to even breathe, much less scream out her exultation as she wanted to. And while Tonks was talented ... she was obviously capable of building a woman up to a shattering climax, she paled in comparison to Harry. With him, even the lightest of caresses was driving her wild, and even an area of her body so minutely erogenous as her abdomen was easily exploited by him ... each wet, smacking kiss, each gentle bite against her roiling muscles was lancing pleasure through her body in a manner that both confused and enthralled her. The restriction of her movements because of their weight meant that all the Veela could do was to thrash her lower body around slightly and kick her legs out on either side of Harry's body.

Then, it stopped. The weight was gone from her thighs and hands, there were no more hands, no more mouths teasing her flesh, no persistent sensations that flooded her mind with the constant influx of pleasure. And just as soon as it stopped, it started again, but differently. This time her legs were parted swiftly, a rough hand restraining her right leg and a soft one restraining her left. Before she could register the change, Harry and Tonks were both between her legs, their faces side by side as their tongues tasted her and their lips pinched against her most sensitive areas. Their lips met against her clit, and within seconds, what had once been their service for Fleur turned into a heated kiss between Harry and Tonks, Fleur's swollen clit captured between their lips and tongues as the kiss grew increasingly passionate. Despite the wandering of their attention, the effect remained unchanged, the constant friction and pressure against Fleur's clit courtesy of their tangling tongues making her scream incoherently as she jerked almost upright, held back only by their grip on her legs. The orgasm still eluded Fleur, a fact that was bittersweet in that she ached for the release, but ached simultaneously for the incredible stimulation.

Harry, now painfully erect due to Fleur's sensual gasps and moans, her screams of pure ecstasy because of their ministrations and the kiss with Tonks, wanted nothing more than to leap to his feet, slam Fleur against the wall and fuck her senseless. But something compelled him to stay patient, to reward the Veela for all her efforts in his experience with Tonks, an experience that was both novel and beautiful. Tonks seemed to have turned her attentions to Fleur's inner thighs and the very edge of her pussy, so Harry leaned forward once again, pursing his lips around Fleur's clit and using his as-yet unused fingers to press against the Veela's slit, rubbing and stroking her outer lips as his lips and tongue worked wonders on her clit. The sensation of a soft, wet hand gently grasping the crown of his cock made him jerk in surprise, only to be met with a sexy smile from Tonks, who's lips were glistening. Continuing to employ his fingers against the Veela's pussy, his thumb substituting for his tongue, he pressed his lips against Tonks', sharing yet another erotic kiss with the woman he loved. He moaned into her mouth at the taste of both her mouth and the Veela's pussy, and shuddered in ecstasy as Tonks' fingers closed around his shaft just below the crown, her wet thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive head. Withdrawing, he smiled weakly at Tonks' grin and licked his index and middle fingers clean, being careful to coat them liberally with his saliva.

Replacing his lips over Fleur's bud, he tugged at the nub of flesh and nerves even as his tongue flicked against it, and gently positioned a finger at her entrance. Fleur, feeling the initial penetration, gasped out loudly and buckled against the bed again. Harry, looking up in slight amusement, noted that the Veela was roughly grasping her breasts, pinching at the nipples and letting out a low keen each time Tonks' lips touched her skin.

It was becoming too much for him to handle, what with the half-delirious Veela occasionally screaming his name in a fit of pleasure, and Tonks' hand stimulating his hardness in a manner that was at once teasing and arousing. He rose quickly, eyes glinting, and bodily lifted Fleur off the bed, his hands tightly grasping her hips. Tonks, startled by the sudden movement fell backwards, steadying herself just in time to see Harry slam Fleur's back against the wall and press his body against hers.

Fleur, surprised by the sudden move and the slight shock of pain against her back, only had his growled words as a warning.

"This is going to hurt," he growled, and without further ado, slammed his hips against hers, his pre-positioned cock pushing through her wet folds and tearing through her maidenhood.

She let out a scream of agony as her magic was bound to his, the blood that was shed being a medium to transfer her 'allegiance' to him. Uncaring, even as the magic swirled around him, he pushed deep within her as far as he could reach. Tonks' teasing had made his cock incredibly sensitive, and Fleur's wet heat made for an incredibly pleasurable sensation against his member. He waited for her to stop screaming, and within a few seconds, she did. She slumped against him, arms encircling his neck, and ankles locking behind him to tightly steady herself against his hips. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, roughly grabbing at her flesh as he began thrusting again. Each thrust elicited a wet, smacking sound against her hips, and a wail of pleasure from the Veela, and it took all he had to control himself. The stimulation had proved far too effective, for his eyes had almost lost focus, his breath unsteady as each, almost mechanical, movement brought him that much closer to erupting within the Veela.

Almost as if Tonks wanted to make this as difficult as possible for him, she moved behind him, pressing against his skin. He could feel her breasts and hardened nipples against his back, and her soft, warm hands roaming against his chest. One hand slid down his abdomen as he kept thrusting, her index finger and thumb encircling his cock while the other three played with his balls. He tried to gasp out to her, to make her move away from him, but instead she pinched his nipple with her free hand, and laughing into his ear, proceeded to bite down on his neck.

Simultaneously, Fleur screamed, her body buckling violently against his as she climaxed, driving his cock deep within as her muscles contracted around him. The sudden overload of pleasure made him moan loudly, slamming back into the Veela once more as he released himself within her, his body contorting in a spasm as his cock jerked. He slumped against the Veela, slowly sliding down towards the floor, shocking Tonks as he struck the ground, the Veela falling helplessly on top of him. Apparently, Fleur's orgasm was just fading, for the Veela's breath was slowly growing steady. Tonks looked down at Harry, only to see a smirk cross his slightly dazed expression. He transformed quickly, and sunk his teeth into the Veela's throat, initiating the bonding.

Fleur, barely coming down from her last climax, had a bare second of consciousness before she felt a pinprick of pain, followed by the most violently pleasurable orgasm she had ever experienced. As soon as his fangs left her, he felt her body suddenly tense up, and then shake violently as she let out a muffled scream of pleasure against his chest, the contraction of her muscles making his still-sheathed cock spurt come within her again, then coat her belly with his seed as her tremors caused her to slip off him and clatter to the floor, taking him along with her. He laughed weakly, allowing Tonks to raise him to his feet, the Veela now curled into a ball on the floor. Grinning, Tonks waved the wand, vanishing the semen from Fleur's abdomen ... but not before she scooped up a little in her finger, grinning wickedly as Fleur darted forward to lick her clean. Quickly transforming back, Harry sat on the edge of the bed, easily pulling the Veela up, and cradled her in his lap, tucking her head under his chin, his hand rising to stroke her breasts soothingly.

Minutes passed, and Tonks had moved behind him once more, gently massaging his shoulders and kissing the nape of his neck. Fleur slowly became wholly conscious again, now gazing at Harry with a mix of emotions on her face. There was anger, of course, for he had taken her most prized virtue away from her. But there was no resignation, no doubt...there was nothing to suggest that she hated him, nothing to suggest that she was completely unhappy with her situation. Of course, within a few minutes her emotions for him would be locked into permanent obedience, love and passion, but it was somewhat comforting to know that she wasn't entirely unsatisfied with her current situation. His hand still cupped her breast, and she looked down at it as if she had just noticed it. Slowly, she placed her own dainty hand over his, pressing his palm against her breast tightly, and looked back at him.

"Master," she whispered, smiling slightly at him, a tone of acceptance, and even happiness in her voice. The anger had faded completely. She pressed her lips against his, her kiss gentle, her tongue seeking his and brushing against it softly.

He smiled down at her as he pulled away, fingers dancing against her nipple. "Fleur," he said, smiling at her. He turned to Tonks, and cupped her cheek, leaning in to kiss the Metamorphmagus. "Tonks," he muttered, nodding towards Fleur, "take her with you. The Order will know what happened, I'm fairly sure half the house is still in a daze. Don't let them know that I was involved, pretend it was just the two of you going at it."

He saw Fleur blush and begin to protest, and silenced her with a look. "I am doing this for you, Fleur, but I have no problem with making it public knowledge that you, Tonks and I are together. Dealing with Bill Weasley won't be troublesome for me in the least. But right now, they cannot know that I was awake, understand? They must think that I slept through it, and that while comforting Tonks, the two of you got a little too passionate."

Fleur, blushing brightly, nodded, then ducked her head. Harry smiled amusedly at her, knowing how embarrassing the idea of publicly being with another woman would be to the French woman's aristocratic sensibilities. He turned back to Tonks, and smiled at her. "You know what to do, sweetheart," he said, lifting Fleur off his lap and setting her down on the bed.

He quickly waved the wand over himself, cleaning the sweat away, and with some distaste, slipped back into the robe he had been wearing, extremely conscious of the flaked scabs inside it. Tonks pulled Fleur off the bed and waited for Harry to situate himself in it again, then put a sleeping spell on him, causing the young Incubus to once again slip into unconsciousness. Fleur gazed at Tonks, unsure of what to say or do to the woman she had thought to be her best friend.

Tonks, smiling sadly at Fleur, hugged the French woman's rigid body to herself tightly. "You know I love you," she murmured, "just trust me, please. Harry will take care of you better than anyone else can, and he'll keep you safer than anyone else can."

Fleur nodded jerkily, suddenly aware of the fact that Tonks somehow held a large degree of authority over her now. But, she was also aware that Tonks meant ever single word she had said. The Metamorph smiled at her, and then surprised the Veela by pressing a soft kiss against her lips. "You really are stunningly beautiful, you know?" Tonks said, handing the wand back to Fleur. The Veela accepted it, now blushing prettily at the praise.

"Come on," Tonks muttered, waving her own wand to make the tears in her clothes and robe mend themselves and promptly wrap around her. Fleur did the same, and Tonks took her hand, undoing the lock on the door and walking out. A hand darted out towards Fleur, and almost without breaking her step, Tonks' foot lashed out, connecting hard with Ron's crotch. There was a shriek of pain, and Ron's unfocused eyes began to leak tears as he fell to the ground, cupping his crotch and weeping into the carpet.

She turned around to see the entire Weasley family standing there, the females with glares of hatred on their faces, and the men with vacant expressions of lust.

"Shit," Tonks eloquently said.

Dumbledore stood next to the fireplace, hat clutched tightly in his hand. Despite his height, the fireplace, which was crafted in the old Pureblood style, eclipsed him in size, standing a good eight feet tall and six feet wide. The flames burnt a merry green color, casting a greenish haze around the entire room, and the three people accompanying him.

He sighed. It was better to get this over with ... the time saved could be instrumental in saving Harry's life. Throwing in another fistful of Floo powder into the fire, just for good measure, he cleared his throat, and with some reluctance, said "Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy."

He waited patiently, finding some respite from the fact that the structure of this fireplace meant that he would not have to kneel uncomfortably, his head in the fire as he waited.

Narcissa moaned, her fingers curling into the muggle woman's hair and tightening into a fist, holding the woman's head in place as the muggle serviced her. She laid back in her seat, head lolling back against the cushioned back rest, her naked body quivering with each stroke of the muggle's tongue. Her master had been quite correct, the muggle was most certainly talented in the use of her mouth. She peered down through the valley of her breasts, and laughed wickedly at the look of elation on the muggle's face as she performed the task. The slave's pretty face was framed both by Narcissa's milky thighs and by the swell of her breasts, and although the Witch's thighs gripped her cheeks tightly, the look of lusty elation was more than evident.

They had just started, so it came as a rude shock to Narcissa when she heard the unmistakable voice of Albus Dumbledore emerging from her fireplace, accompanied by a sudden whoosh as the logs lit themselves, the flame a vivid green.

Standing abruptly, she pushed the muggle woman to the floor in a heap, her arms and legs splayed awkwardly, and waved her wand to summon her clothes. A few quick charms to clothe her newly restored, nubile body and to set her hair and make up right, and she was ready to greet the Headmaster, according to plan. Turning to the muggle, she waved her hand dismissively, and the muggle stood and walked out obediently, her footfalls silent on the plush carpeting.

She approached the fireplace, breathing deeply as she forced a look of haughty indignation on her face, and went over her directions once more. Then, setting her shoulders, she tapped the fireplace with her wand, accepting the call.

"Mrs. Mafoy," Dumbledore said in greeting, his voice grave.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow, inclining her head in acknowledgment. "Good day, Dumbledore. I imagine this isn't a social call?"

Dumbledore nodded, a sad expression on his face. "You are correct, Mrs. Malfoy. I find myself in need of your assistance. A situation has arisen..." He trailed off, seemingly losing his steam.

Narcissa scoffed. "What possible situation could have arisen that would compel you to seek my help? I'm sure on of your many associates could have been of equal or greater service."

Dumbledore sighed, a sad smile playing on his lips. "You are, of course, quite correct in assuming that I have associates who could provide the same assistance, Mrs. Malfoy, but I'm afraid that is no longer the case."

He briefly explained the situation, giving her only so many details as were necessary. Interestingly, she was unable to cloak her emotions completely when her sister's captivity was brought up, eyes turning cold and her expression turning stony.

"So, as you are the only person capable of brewing the antidote in time, I beseech you ... please, help Harry Potter," Dumbledore said, his voice at once soft in tone, but strong in its persuasive qualities.

Narcissa regarded him for nearly a full minute, her stare unblinkingly searching his eyes. Then, she nodded, causing Dumbledore's shoulders to visibly slump in relief.

"I shall help you, Dumbledore, but I have a few requirements of my own. As you know, although I am not certified as a healer, I am almost of equal skill in the field as your school's matron. Harry Potter, during his period of recovery, shall be my patient. Furthermore, he will be leased into my care for the rest of the summer vacations."

She saw Dumbledore begin to protest, and glared at him imperiously. "Be advised, Dumbledore, that when I make a demand, I am not open to negotiation. I shall give you my oath that I shall cause him no harm while he is a guest at my home. Additionally, my sister shall be released into my custody. If you have her in your possession, I have no doubt that you have interrogated her already, and know that she is a threat neither to you, nor to Harry Potter. I will, to assuage your worries," she sneered, "allow two members of your Order to accompany Potter. I expect that you will ensure that these two members are females, if what you say about Potter's current standing with males is true. I will extend my oath of protection to them, too, and as you well know, there is no danger of any threat at Malfoy Manor, not with the quality of wards in place."

Dumbledore closed his eyes, breathing slowly. She was asking for a lot ... but her help was crucial. Fawkes, unfortunately, was disabled due to the fight at the Ministry, and would be unable to flame-travel, thereby restricting his speed to that of an owl. Narcissa Malfoy was the only person who could help Harry.

Almost as if she were taunting him, Narcissa smirked, saying "As you might know, the antidote does not have a shelf life, and therefore the samples that I made fifteen years ago, ones that are still in my Potions cupboard, are still entirely useable."

His shoulders slumped, this time in defeat. "Very well, Mrs. Malfoy. I see that I have no leverage in this situation, so I am forced to give in."

Her mood changed entirely, for she scoffed at him, almost good-naturedly. "Oh come now, Dumbledore," she said, "I will merely use the time to educate the boy on things that you have so far neglected to inform him of. For instance, his obligations at the Ministry, Gringotts and the Wizengamot. I will not deny that I will use the chance to mend bridges between our families ... especially now that the Malfoy family is in such disrepute."

Dumbledore nodded. "I was going to use the rest of the summer to exactly that purpose," he said truthfully. "Very well. I shall make sure that he is in your custody within an hour. Your niece, Nymphadora, and Fleur Delacour shall accompany him, and of course, report his health to me on a regular basis. I shall not offend you by asking you if your home has room spare for the two of them, so I shall instead bid you good day, and thank you for your help."

She nodded, and gave her oaths appropriately, and a few moments later, the Floo connection was closed. Knowing she had an hour until her Master returned, the thought already making her damp in anticipation, she strode out of the room in search of the two muggle females.

'Room spare for the two of them,' she scoffed, 'I'd hardly be coherent enough to care whether I was on the ground or not as long as he shags me silly again.'

An hour and thirty minutes later, Harry Potter had been awoken, and the situation explained to him by Tonks and Madam Pomfrey. He agreed reluctantly, but only once the gravity of his condition was explained to him. The Order had already retrieved his possessions from Privet Drive upon their discovery of the massacre of the Dursley family, so bearing his trunk full of clothing, he made the trip. Bellatrix, Tonks and Fleur traveled before him, conscious of the lustful looks from the males in the house, and the hateful glares of the females.

Before leaving, Tonks had looked straight into Ginny Weasley's eyes, and winked at her, leaving the girl both insulted and confused. She was unable to speak to Harry, for each time the young witch approached him, Harry shrank away from her, fear evident in his eyes. She consoled herself, knowing that once they were back in school, and Harry was alright once more, she would successfully seduce him.

Fleur and Bill fought, but only briefly, for in her anger at his attitude, Fleur surprised him by drawing her wand and blasting him into a wall. A second later, he was knocked completely unconscious for the second time that day, as he had landed far too close to Harry, who reacted by swinging his fist in a powerful strike and struck him in the eye. A moment later, Bill was unconscious, Harry was looking around wildly, muscles coiled in preparation for another attack, and Fleur had draped her arms around him, cradling his head against her chest and trying to calm him down.

It took all that Bellatrix had to avoid laughing at the display of odd justice, and to avoid from openly rejoicing in the complete success of Harry's plan.

Later that evening, the Weasley family was ransacking the Burrow, removing every odd and end that might be of use, valuable, or of sentimental value. When the dust finally settled, there was little left to mark the home as the abode of a family of nine people. Molly and Ginny Weasley were the last people in the house, looking around one last time to make sure that nothing had been missed.

Molly tiredly shouted "Ginny! Come on, love, it's time to leave. We're done here."

Ginny made to nod, but something stopped her. Instead, she found herself saying "Alright mum, I'll come after you, I just want to take one more look around the Burrow." She dismissed any odd thoughts concerning the action, reasoning that her sentimentality for the home she grew up in meant that a personal farewell was in order.

Molly nodded, but cautioned "Hurry up, Ginny, it might not be a good idea to linger too long, it's almost dark already." She stepped through the Floo and returned to Grimmauld Place.

Ginny walked down the stairs to the kitchen, and leant on the counter as she gazed at the now-empty living room. The feeling of parchment under her fingers made her turn, and she found a folded piece of parchment. Normally, she would simply have discarded it, but the parchment was of a much higher quality than what her family used. Expecting some sordid love letter between her parents, she gleefully unfolded it, and began reading.

Her horror built with every word, the first two causing her knees to buckle, making her almost fall to the ground.

Lord Voldemort,

I apologize for my abrupt departure. As you surely must recognize, an alliance of any sort between us cannot be had. I accept that my parents were casualties of war, but I cannot honestly say that revenge does not motivate me. Destiny has dictated that we shall be enemies, true, but what I told you holds true. I shall only do what destiny forces me to when I have no other motivations remaining.

As a gift, I offer you this: I misinformed the Order about an attack on the Burrow, and told them that you wished to discipline the Blood Traitors. Ginevra Weasley, the host of your memory in the Diary, shall be at the Burrow in Ottery St. Catchpole this evening. I leave it to your discretion to take action against them, if you wish.

Harry James Potter

A tear fell from her eye, splashing on her shirt. The letter caught aflame, and she released it, the flaming parchment floating to the floor in burnt pieces. She cocked her head to the side as her peripheral vision detected some movement.

Immediately she screamed, confronted by the worst horrors her dreams could produce. Lord Voldemort stood a mere three feet away from her, his expression impassive.

Before she could even attempt to scramble away, he muttered "Crucio." Screaming, she fell to the floor, completely at his mercy.

Lord Voldemort had no mercy.

Ginevra Weasley's body was discovered an hour later, by her eldest brother and her mother, both of whom fell to their knees in grief, immediately losing the contents of their stomachs. She had been drawn and quartered, glued back together in a disgusting misfit of limbs and organs, and had the Dark Mark emblazoned across every inch of her body, save her face, which was contorted in an expression of pure terror and pain. On the wall, a crude representation of the Dark Mark was drawn in her blood, the liquid trailing down at points to make it seem as if the skull was crying tears of blood.

The Weasley Family only hoped that she had died before the monster who killed her had re-attached her body so graphically.

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