It was Saturday morning, and Susan was wearing a two piece bikini and a pair of 'Daisy Dukes' shorts. A Muggleborn Fifth year had worn the outfit while sunbathing during the May weekends a couple of years ago. A Muggleborn in their year had helped Hannah and her to acquire a couple sets each, after being measured and sending cash home.
Hannah was due in at quarter to noon, and Potter had not only agreed to the Contract but had gotten her a special and rare Familiar. Her pet kneazle was a short haired queen that hated the cold and the wicker basket. She preferred to remain in the Bones Manor… the Ossuary.
And personally, Susan preferred to leave her there.
At the stroke of the half hour before noon, Amelia called Susan to the Parlour.
Sue bounced into the room to see Dora Tonks and Harry Potter climbing to their feet.
Tonks, she knew, had issues with Floo travel. But Harry…
"Damn it. The only magical means of transport that doesn't hate me is Flying." Harry Potter dusted himself off before he looked up… froze.
"Yes Harry." Tonks snickered. "Those are boobies and you know what those are for… correct?"
"Yeah." Harry turned to the pinkette. "Trapping a male. Now be nice. I know your given name and am not above broadcasting it on the wireless."
Dora turned away, muttering.
Returning to look the strawberry blonde in the eye, "Milady, please forgive me my trespass, but I was not expecting to be blessed with such perfection this early in our conversation."
Susan frowned at the Lad. She bounced on her toes… and Harry never broke eye contact. "You're not even going to look?"
"Milady. At a time of your choosing, I am going to be doing more than just looking." Harry smiled at her. "In the meantime, you are trashing my attempt to give good Parent. You do know that should she see fit, I can be disappeared and between her and her circle… I won't be found or even declared dead until she decides it is time."
"Aunty wouldn't do that." Sue smiled as turned to look at her Aunt.
Director Bones was stone faced.
"To the matter of my presence." Harry dug out a pale green jade carved dog of some kind. "He answers to Fuji right now, but it would be best if you could rename him. My Father's Grim is Padfoot, but in bonding with him, he has been renamed Snuffles. It is a name that you and he must agree on." he offered her the totem.
She took the carved jade. "Where did you get this?"
"In truth, I transfigured it. A muggle brick, a little help on the details, and guidance from my Uncle Remus. Then we locked it in. I also put a listening charm on it that will link to my Potter Ring when you call out his new name."
He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "Happy Birthday Beautiful. Now Family Magic Secret. This Falls under House Potter, Bones… And Black." He looked at the three witches around them. "Padfoot aka Snuffles hates My Godfather… Sirius Black. I am afraid that Your New Familiar Hates me." Harry looked deeply into her eyes. "The Secret is why That Beast hates me."
He stepped away from Sue, before squatting and taking a four point stance. Then he slowly morphed into Fuji.
Susan frowned as he moved, her emotions shifting to confusion and then worry before she was shocked by Awe. Where a cute boy had stood before her, now a dog the size of her pony stood.
"And that explains the Bark." Tonks looked a little wide eyed. "He said he was a little bitch type dog. Remus just snickered as Black looked away in embarrassment."
"Ok." Sue walked over and sunk her fingers into the mane. "You are so teaching me this."
Fuji licked her face, and rested his head on her breasts.
"And that's why he avoided looking at her tits." Tonks huffed. "He is just like Snuffles. Just don't braid his mane. It won't make him cute…
It was decided that Tonks would leave Fuji under Amelia's watch, while she packed up her Flat and moved to the Townhouse.
She left just before Hannah arrived.
As Susan's best friend stepped out of the Floo, she saw the massive beast resting its large head on the redhead's chest.
"Is that thing trying to eat you or what?" Abbot asked.
"No… Potter got him for me. He's my new Familiar. To bond with him I need to name him. Auntie and Tully are preparing for the party. Let's go hit the pool. Did you bring your bikini?"
Ten minutes later Fuji was in the pool, enjoying the cool water as he rested his head on the side while he watched the two witches in very small bikinis lay out in the sun after applying the sunburn prevention charm.
Shortly talk turned to boys. Sue smiled at Hannah. "So… who had your eye this year?"
"Longbottom." Hannah sighed. "Walked in on him in the Greenhouse. He was stripped to the waist…" she liked her lips. "And he lifted the massive pot, filled with soil, and carried it to the far side of the house. And he didn't use his wand."
"You mean he just picked it up physically?"
"Yep." She popped the p. "Watching the muscles on his back ripple like that…"
Sue turned her head to look at Fuji. "And if he returns your interests?"
"He doesn't know I exist." Hannah sighed.
"I think I can get you the info on his interests. I have an in with his dorm mate. I should have the info for you by next Saturday."
Fuji wagged his tail.
"I need a name for my new Familiar." Sue rolled over to her back to allow her front to tan. "I want something small and cute."
"Small and cute." Hannah snorted as she too rolled tits up. "When I first saw him snuggling your tits, the last thing that came to mind was small and cute."
Susan rolled to her side. "Snuggles?"
Fuji wagged his tail and yapped a little bark.
"And why did Potter get you a Dog as a familiar?" Hannah stretched.
"He had just reclaimed his father's familiar grim. He thought I would like a familiar as a gift from my Contracted Betrothed."
"A boy that has spent the last four years ignoring you and rejecting every attempt you made to talk to him?"
Snuggles whined.
"Actually it was Wesley that said Potter didn't want to talk." Susan frowned.
Snuggles growled lowly, causing the girls to feel the vibrations in their bellies.
"What was that?" Hannah was on her knees looking about.
"That was Snuggles expressing his displeasure at our favourite ginger wizard."
Shortly talk turned to other subjects common to teen girls. Harry aka Snuggles, drifted off into a doze, not really taking in the things that they were talking about.
POMP
Tonks tripped as she exited the Floo, but this time she tried tucking and rolling to her feet instead of splatting on the carpet. It almost worked. She still stumbled on regaining her feet. If she could master this skill, it would make for good entering into possible combat situations.
She looked around at the mess that was her Flat. "Kreature can you hear me?"
"Missy Trippy called." The harsh voiced Elf snarled.
"Yes. I need some Elf help packing." Tonks ignored the nickname and tone of the old Elf. "I called you because I didn't know who I could call."
"Kuppy." Kreature sneered. When the female arrived. "Missy Trippy has need of Elf Service. She is in your care until she gets her own Elf." He vanished in a pop so silent that it was almost unheard.
"Gampy Kreature say you have need?"
"Yes. I need to pack up everything here that is not built in, and move it to the Townhouse. If you take the clothes I will get the fridge."
Twenty minutes later the flat was empty and cleaner than when she moved in.
POMP
It was just after dark that Harry returned to the Townhouse. He appeared by apparition to the stoop and entered through the heavy door.
Dobby was there to collect his robes.
Sirius and Remus were there to inquire about his spending the whole day around scantily clad females.
"Not telling you anything about who was there and what they were wearing or talking about. Now I need to write a letter and ask my new best mate if I can visit by Wednesday." He took two steps past the men, before pausing to look over his shoulder at Sirius. "And I now know how heavy your head can get when there is a lap or bikini clad breasts at chin level."
"You Dog!" Sirius barked.
POMP
Wednesday morning at precisely the first strike of Ten, Tonks rolled out of the Floo. With the next strike, Harry followed shakily, leaning on his Grim familiar.
Neville and his Grandmother were waiting.
Augusts frowned at the entrance of the party. "First the girl entered with too much flair. Then the boy wobbled and needed to lean on the dog." She looked the beast over. "He is not in the best of health."
"Yes ma'am." Harry bowed his head. "Tonks has trouble with her Morphic Matrix. The biggest downside of being a metamorphmagus. My travel through the Floo is affected by a quirk of my core. Just like Neville, our core is larger than normal."
"Then why has he scored so lowly in his grades?"
"Because he never needed to as a child and he never went to Olivanders. I overheard something about it being his Father's Wand."
"It is."
"Is Frank Dead?" Harry snarled at the witch. "Did he pass the wand to Neville? Did Neville take the Wand in combat?"
"No. Why would that matter?"
Harry drew out Holly. "I got this Beauty from Olivanders. I destroyed half his shop before I found her." He exchanged Wands. He showed Yew to the Regent. "I took this baby from her Wizard, and she bonded to me." Again he traded wands. "This beast was bespoke. After tea, Neville is coming with me. We will see Olivander and get his mark of approval. If it's good we'll get ice-cream and head back. Otherwise he gets his own wand, and Franks can be enshrined as the wand of one of the greatest of his generation."
"What makes you think it is the wrong wand for him?"
"The wand in his hand is a warrior's wand. Neville is not a warrior." Everyone turned to look at Neville who had drawn Frank's wand, and only Harry noticed. "No, he will fight for those who can't fight for themselves, but he is the last in our Dorm to draw his wand. And no, not because the wand is finicky. Because he is standing in front of the younger students who can't defend themselves."
Augusta frowned at the Lad. "Our tea is getting cold." She turned and left the Parlour.
"Wow." Neville whispered to Harry, "I have never seen anyone force her to back down."
"That old Battleaxe?" Harry whispered back. "You just have to know her weak points. She is a Beastmaster and a survivor of two Wars. There only three things that she cares about. Frank and Alice. You. And the Reputation of House Longbottom."
As they sat in the solarium, Sirius joined them.
Augusta frowned at him. "And how did you get in our wards, Black?"
"You were there when I arrived." The weathered wizard smiled at her. "You even commented on my health."
"You son of a bitch." She grinned at the man. "So that's what Frank ment."
And tea was served.
An hour later, Tonks rolled into the Leaky Cauldron… only for… 'what the…'
The back door to the Taproom opened as Harry stuck his head in. "Hey Tonks. Neville chose the other way."
In the backyard Neville was pulling himself together. "How can you just do that?"
"It's easier when you are driving as opposed to the carry-on."
"Good way of putting it." Tonks nodded before pointing her finger and grew it out a few inches. "Are you even licensed? This is not the first time you jumped from one place to another."
"What the ministry does or doesn't know won't hurt them. And you just have to keep me in sight."
Tonks huffed. "I won't tattle, but if I am asked, I will not lie."
"What's going on?" Neville frowned at the byplay.
"I stepped on Trevor's date one day when I was at the ministry and Bones and Fudge decided to have a chaperone on me. Tonks, can you wait outside? Getting a wand is a private thing. Only reason I am joining him is because I am buying."
"No I can…" Neville stuttered.
"I know, just wanted a cover story…" Harry led the way into Olivanders.
"Yew and Holly each with a phoenix tail feather… Oak with a unicorn triple weave tail hair." The man with hair wilder than Harry's stepped out of his shelves. His eyes locked onto Neville. "Hey Potter, we will talk after. Now why are you using that wand?"
"My Gran." Neville drew the wand out and laid it out on the counter. "She thought I could channel my Father."
"The Wand makes the Wizard. What rubbish. The Wand chooses the Wizard. Let's get you started."
Twenty minutes later, Neville was cradling his new wand.
"Now Mister Potter, what is that thing on your belt?"
Harry drew out the Blackthorn. He then walked in across the back of his hand and leaned on his cane. He then handed it to the Wand maker.
"Blackthorn but having trouble identifying the core."
"Occamy Feather it's what makes her able to shift from Wand to Staff as I need. Have not had to use her yet." Harry nodded at the old man. "Truth be told, I was thinking of taking Neville here to get one as well. An unregistered wand would be helpful in the Hands of my best mate."
"Me? Best Mate?" Neville squeaked. "But Weasley…"
"Is a backstabbing git. He actively kept the biggest tits in our year away from me."
Olivander raised an eyebrow. "Okay… so that's a good reason for and against using Occamy feathers. They are very protective to the point of aggressiveness."
"Of course it has nothing to do with the silver eggshells." Harry smiled at the wand master. "If you are interested… talk to Hagrid. I know that he was framed for the crime that got his wand snapped. I am seeing about getting it reversed."
"Good to know, but who…?"
Harry drew the Yew wand.
"Great things Mister Potter. Great things indeed."
TBC