Chapter 28: Nymphadora Tonks
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A/N: What's this? A bunch of italics on a story aside from Perverted Galaxy? More likely than you think!
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Staring at Tonks'… massive tracks of land, right in front of his face, Harry finds that he can't really say no to this opportunity… if it even is a proper opportunity. If Tonks means what she's saying, of course he needs to go for it. A sexy, shapeshifting copper propositions you? You don't say no to that. Especially when you're working on averting the end of the goddamn world and part of that work involves accumulating as much magical power as possible.
Sorry Remus but needs must. Still… Harry wasn't about to leap into this with no intel. Tonks might be a few years younger, but she was still acting a little peculiar here. It didn't seem possible that she could be imperiused or anything like that, but maybe some kind of enthrallment or love potion prank?
Fortunately, Harry had a way of checking up on Tonks' motivations. A silent, wandless Legimens and he's suddenly in the metamorph witch's head, reading her thoughts as she leans forward and leers at him.
This is my shot! The other Aurors are always saying I need to use every tool in my arsenal when handling a suspect! And the best way to loosen a suspect up is through intimidation or persuasion. The Director made it pretty damn clear that Harry Potter isn't really in trouble and that I need to make him comfortable, so that leaves intimidation off the table. But nothing says I can't do a little bit of persuading!
Okay, that was…
Besides, it's not like Harry will have the balls to go for it anyways. He's still young! As soon as he realizes what I'm offering, he'll get all flustered and embarrassed and that's when I'll laugh it off and tell him it was just a joke! There, ice broken!
Wow.
… Why isn't he getting flustered and embarrassed? Sheesh Harry, keep staring at my overly inflated tits for much longer and I'm gonna start thinking you're a pervert.
Well, at least Tonks wasn't completely living up to her first name. She was just trying to play a little trick on him… and perhaps maybe had had a bit of a prank played on her and turn. He could just imagine this exact incident having maybe happened back in the previous timeline between her and Lupin. Her, riding high on the advice given by her fellow Aurors, would have had to interrogate Lupin for something. And maybe she went a little too far.
Probably, nothing happened then because Lupin was too much of a gentleman for that, but that in turn ignited a fire in Tonks' heart for him. Unfortunately for that relationship that would now never be, Tonks was still much too useful for Harry NOT to co-opt into his schemes. And this moment was far too juicy for him to give her what she was expecting.
Instead of going red-faced and sputtering in embarrassment, Harry lets his lips pull back into a wicked sort of smile, tilting his head to the side as he looks Tonks in the eyes at long last. He's also still watching Amelia with her head in the Pensieve Bowl through his shadow, mind you. He probably shouldn't be sparing at the DMLE Director's shapely posterior as she's working, but he blames Tonks. The young metamorphmagus had gotten him rather… randy.
"That sounds lovely, Auror Tonks. I would really appreciate it if you made me as comfortable as can be."
Tonks' eyes widen at his easy agreement, the tone of his voice and the way he glances down at her tits pointedly making it abundantly clear he IS picking up what she's putting down… and is seriously accepting her office.
W-Wait… what?! He actually wants to… w-where is all this confidence coming from?! Agh, this wasn't how it was supposed to go! But it's not like I can back off now… I'm the one who made the first move after all!
Ah right, he still had the Legimens spell up didn't he? He could cancel it now… but where would the fun be in that? Especially since Tonks is clearly using her magical shapeshifting abilities in a pretty amusing way… to keep her facial expressions exactly how she wants them. Even as she's panicking internally, she doesn't look worried or shocked or scared for even a second externally. Instead, she gives Harry a wanton sort of grin.
"Of course, Harry~"
Pushing himself out from the table, Harry turns his chair to face her. Slowly, still exuding all that sexy confidence she's not really feeling, Tonks sinks down to her knees, glancing between his crotch and her currently humungous tits.
Fuck. Why'd I have to make these things so big and unwieldly?!
Taking some mercy on her, Harry gives her a smile the next time she looks up at him.
"You can scale back the chest a little, Auror. Bigger than your head stops being sexy and becomes a little grotesque… no offense."
"Oh! None taken! Your wish is my command, Harry~"
Thank fucking Merlin! But seriously, where is all that confidence coming from? I mean, not that I can say it's unearned… he IS the Boy-Who-Lived. I just always thought he'd be more boy than anything else. Instead, he's acting like… like a real wizard. It's kind of hot, to be honest.
Tonks scales back her tits and then, to her credit, only hesitates for a single second before beginning to unbutton her blouse, exposing her bra-clad chest. She gives him a sultry smile; one he returns with a wicked sort of grin. He's glad to hear that last part in her thoughts, truth be told. He might be willing to do anything necessary for the sake of the world, but he still wants Tonks to enjoy her descent into debauchery and depravity.
Finally freeing her breasts, now half their previous size from the bra that was clearly enchanted to expand with them, Tonks lets out a shuddering breath and then tosses the bra aside and presents her tits to him properly, even cupping them to show them off to him.
"Like what you see, Harry~"
Oh Merlin. I can't believe I'm showing Harry Bloody Potter my tits. This has gotten out of hand…
"I do like them, Auror Tonks. I like them very much. Only… you said you were trying to make me more comfortable…"
Tonks blinks and slowly nods, her thoughts turning somewhat befuddled.
"Well I have to admit, I'm not feeling very comfortable right now. In fact, seeing your tits like this… has made me very uncomfortable in a certain part of my body."
He gives a meaningful glance down at his own crotch, prompting Tonks to look down there as well for a moment, staring in a blank lack of understanding. And then like a light bulb going off in her head…
Oh! Ohhhh…
"O-Of course, Harry."
Her façade was starting to crack. Even her metamorphmagus powers weren't able to completely hide just how out of her depths she was at this point. She'd jumped into the deep end of the pool expecting to be able to quickly swim over to the side and climb back out with a laugh. Alas, that wasn't happening.
Fuck. Fuck me…
She pulls out his cock with little fanfare, before biting her lower lip at the sight of it as she holds it in her hands. Then, finally, she begins to lower it to her tits, raising herself up at the same time with every intention of wrapping her still-sizable bust around his member and giving him a boobjob with her perfectly shaped breasts.
Harry doesn't stop her. Doesn't say it was all just a test. He lets her do it. But he also makes sure she'll enjoy it. As a metamorph, Tonks is more in tune with the magic around her then most normal witches. So all he has to do is push some magic into his cock and…
What the fuck?!
Tonks jolts as his cock slaps between her sensitive, soft tits. Then she lets out an involuntary moan as the contact between her chest and his cock combined with the suffusion of magic he just passed into tits and then spread through her body makes her shake and shudder. She quickly wraps her breasts around his cock properly and begins sliding them up and down his length as she begins moaning even harder.
Fuck this is hot. Why is this so hot? Is it because he's so domineering? Is it because he's Harry fucking Potter? I've never enjoyed jacking a dude off with my tits as much as this before. Fuuuuck…
More than a little amused by her running commentary, Harry's emerald eyes twinkle as he decides to give her a little encouragement.
"That feels really good Tonks. You're making me extremely comfortable right now, I just want you to know that."
She flushes at his words, easily able to read between the lines.
Ugh, this little brat knows exactly what he's doing to me, doesn't he? No… have to amend that first part. There's nothing little about this fucker. Fuck me, Harry Potter is a well hung super stud. Who would have ever guessed it? Not me. I'm just the idiot who found herself giving him a titjob in an interrogation room because I came on too strong.
Harry holds back the urge to snort, even as Tonks continues to fuck her chest up and down his length. Sliding her breasts over his shaft, she moans at how good it feels. It almost certainly feels just as good for her as it does for him. The discharge of magic he gave her made sure of that. The best titfucking Tonks has ever and will ever give.
Fuck. Anyone could walk in on us right now. No… the DIRECTOR could walk in on us any moment. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can't stop though. Can't leave Harry blue balled. He's much more likely to tell Director Bones about this if I'm that much of a bitch. Gotta… gotta hurry this up.
Giving him a wanton sort of grin and licking her lips salaciously, Tonks winks… and then dives down onto his cockhead, taking the tip of his dick into her mouth as it protrudes out the top of her cleavage. Now obviously, Harry already knows that they're in no danger of being walked in on by Amelia. Her head is still in the pensieve and her shapely derriere is still wiggling unconsciously in his shadow's face.
But Tonks doesn't know that and really… he does appreciate that she's afraid of being caught. While he COULD have no-sold her efforts and acted like her lewd blowjob-titjob combo wasn't doing it for him or something… where would the fun in that be? Instead…
"Fuck Tonks… that feels so damn good. I'm getting close…"
Yes! Come to momma, big boy! Fuck, do I swallow it? I mean, it doesn't matter if we make a mess, I can just vanish it with my wand. Ah, but swallowing it would probably leave a better impression on Harry. For all his confidence, he's still younger than me. I bet he's just as freaked out by this as I am… I bet he's never even seen a pair of tits before! Yeah, I'll guzzle down every last drop and leave him wanting more~
Heh, he appreciated Tonks finding her confidence, he just wished it didn't have to come at his expense. Still, it wasn't really at HIS expense, but at the version of him that Tonks had built up in her head. And Harry wasn't nearly so insecure that he would let her own desperate attempts to get back control get to him… much.
Speeding up immensely, Tonks takes more of his cock into her mouth than before, consigning her impeccable pair of tits to support status. But then, her mouth is just as impeccable, the perfect amount of wet and suctioning as her moans send reverberations up and down his length.
With one final groan, Harry proceeds to cum… and boy does he cum. Tonks starts to swallow, a lidded look of supreme satisfaction on her face… only to be caught off guard when he just keeps cumming.
W-Whoa there!
His seed overflows out of the sides of her mouth and off her bottom lip, splashing off of her chin and then down onto her tits as Tonks desperately tries to swallow it all. To her credit, she gets herself under control rather quickly, but the damage is done. By the time she's drank most of his load down, the first bit of his cum is all over her chin and chest, making quite the mess of her.
Damn it all… just what I wanted to avoid.
Trying her best to hide how put out she is, Tonks gives him a carefree smile as she reaches for her wand.
"S-Sorry Harry, let me just-!"
But before she can vanish the mess off herself, Harry smirks and brushes his hand through the air between them.
"Allow me."
In an instant, Tonks is cleaned up, leaving just her kneeling before him, topless and wide-eyed. It's a nice expression on her face, though Harry isn't sure what that says about him exactly…
Did he just… fucking silently and wandlessly cast a vanishing charm?! I mean, I know he's kind of a badass, but that's too much… isn't it?
Smirking down at Tonks, Harry gives her a wink.
"Not to worry, Auror Tonks. Not only am I more comfortable than ever now… but I think we can keep this all between ourselves, don't you?"
Tonks gapes for a moment before flushing and closing her mouth, nodding mutely as she quickly begins fixing up her clothes. Harry takes his time tucking his dick away, even as he listens in on Tonks' thoughts.
Fuck me. I'm so fucking fucked…
She was. She definitely was. But it would have to wait because Amelia was finally coming out of the Pensieve. Harry focuses his attention back on his shadow just in time for her to turn and face him, her expression one of pure wrath.
"So Peter Pettigrew is at large still and Sirius Black remains unexonerated solely because of the lies of Severus Snape and Fudge's desire to sweep everything under the rug."
Harry has his shadow tilt his head in silent agreement with Amelia's words, even as she begins to pace back and forth.
"I hope you understand why I directed you towards young Potter now. He certainly has been in the thick of it, hasn't he? And not just last year either."
Amelia shoots him a look at that.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"His First Year, the boy killed his Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher."
Before Amelia can do more than gape at that, Harry quickly defends himself.
"Of course, it was a case of self-defense. In fact, he was only able to kill Quirinus Quirrell because the man allowed himself to be possessed by the Dark Lord Voldemort's shade."
"… Are you telling me Voldemort is still alive in some way?"
As Harry silently nods his shadow's head, he watches Amelia closely. He's doing this on purpose, dumping new information on her right as she's getting the last piece. He wants to see how she handles the pressure. He wants to see what she decides to focus on and in what order, and how well that works out for her.
No matter what, he suspects she'll continue to impress him. But he still can't help testing her.
Chapter 29: Decisions Made
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A/N: Amelia makes her choices, decisive and forceful in her actions. Can anyone keep up with her?
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To her credit, Amelia doesn't take his provocation lying down. Scowling slightly, the DMLE Director crosses her arms over her chest.
"You do this on purpose, don't you? You enjoy stirring the pot and dumping impossibility after impossibility into my lap."
Harry hums in amusement, tilting his shadow's head to the side.
"If I derive any enjoyment from this Director, it is only the enjoyment I derive from watching a woman of your skill and experience work. And if I dump impossibility after impossibility into your lap, it is only because I know that you can handle it and will not disappointment me."
He means every word of course, even as Amelia goes a little red, suddenly looking flustered. However, she's still a professional and quickly manages to get her initial emotional reaction under control.
"… Tell me this. Is the Dark Lord a threat right this moment?"
Harry gives that very serious question the consideration it deserves. He thinks of New Hangleton and the homunculus that Voldemort is currently occupying, that Wormtail is caring for. He thinks of Bartemius Crouch Jr. currently occupying the position of DADA Professor at Hogwarts and the scheme to get Harry to Voldemort at the end of the Triwizard Tournament so that the Dark Lord could be reborn.
On the one hand, Voldemort would never be a threat to Harry ever again. Not truly. Harry could let the Dark Lord come back to life and regain his full power and he would still be little more than a speedbump on Harry's path. The fact was, for all that Voldemort had been such a defining part of his early life in the previous timeline… he was nothing but a distraction now.
Even still, the shade would make for an excellent whetstone for Amelia to sharpen her wits against. As such, while Harry would hold some things back…
"Not at the moment, no. He moves and so do his followers as I'm sure you know from the attack on the World Cup this summer, but he himself will not be a threat for some time yet."
The way Amelia stiffens at the mention of the World Cup makes it clear she hadn't initially connected that Death Eater attack to the Dark Lord's potential return. To be fair to her, she had a LOT on her plate right now… he's sure she would have made the connection eventually.
Looking rather pensive as she stands there over the pensieve, Amelia clutches at the table holding the memory bowl for a moment before finally shaking her head.
"One thing at a time. Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew take precedence. You were right, Harry Potter's memories make it abundantly clear what really happened and the true culpability of everyone involved. Fuck… I'd have Fudge drawn and quartered for this if I could. I'm of half a mind to go back to Hogwarts and arrest Severus Snape for his part in this miscarriage of justice right fucking now."
Harry watches on in amusement through his shadow as Amelia comes to a decision. Of course, she has no way of knowing that pursuing Peter Pettigrew would also lead her right to Voldemort. Which is why Harry can't give her the rat just yet unfortunately. When Amelia finally looks to him, he prepares himself to disappoint her.
"Do you know where Black or Pettigrew are?"
Harry has his shadow shake its head.
"Pettigrew is a rat through and through. Finding him would be like trying to find a single rodent in an infested sewer. No small matter. Sirius, meanwhile, has suffered and survived something truly terrible. He knows better than to let himself be caught again so easily. That said…"
Amelia perks up as Harry trails off for a moment at the end there. But he stays quiet and waits for her eyes to light up as she quickly catches on to what he's saying.
"The boy. Harry is still in contact with Sirius, isn't he?"
Harry tilts his shadow's head forward in acknowledgment, causing Amelia to straighten up fully. Ever the consummate professional, the Director of the DMLE makes sure to extract Harry's memories from the pensieve again and back into the vial now that she's done with them. Then, one she's tucked that away, she heads for the door before glancing back to him.
"Will you be joining me?"
"Mm. Best not. But I'll be watching. And when you have need of me, I'll be there for you Director. You can count on that."
With that, Harry lets his shadow 'disappear'. What he really does is slide it right back into Amelia's shadow so that when she reaches him, he can reabsorb it. For the time being, he's still very much able to see everything going on. Which is why he sees when Amelia pauses after his 'departure', not leaving the room immediately.
Instead, the DMLE Director stares at where he just was for a long moment before letting out a shuddering, shaky breath.
"That man… first the dreams and now he's saying things like that. Does he have any idea what he's done to me? Merlin's beard…"
She blushes hard a moment later and looks around fearfully, perhaps realizing that he might still be there and watching just as he said he would be. But when Harry doesn't reveal himself again, she forcibly calms herself down and lets out an explosive breath before leaving the room. Harry, meanwhile, finds himself beyond curious by what Amelia had just said. The dreams?
Alas, he doesn't have too long to contemplate it because Amelia finally pushes out of the pensieve room and makes her way back down the hall to the interrogation room where she had Tonks take Harry in the first place. Focusing back on his real body, Harry is ready when Amelia enters the room, his shadow slipping back over to him with none being any the wiser.
Especially with how Tonks is desperately trying not to let on that anything happened between them. If Amelia notices the strange energy in the air though, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she walks right up to the table, sits down across from Harry, and clasps her hands together in front of her.
"I've reviewed your memories of last year Mister Potter."
Smiling slightly, Harry tilts his head to the side.
"Should I expect to be thrown in Azkaban for aiding and abetting a dangerous criminal, Madam Bones?"
Tonks inhales sharply, but in Harry's opinion it's a fair question. After all, Amelia HAD arrested him in front of Albus Dumbledore himself to get him here in the first place. Harry couldn't help but wonder what the Headmaster was doing right now. Given Harry's importance, he might actually be going through those proper channels Amelia had mentioned before right this moment.
And yet, the Director of the DMLE showed no signs of feeling rushed or under pressure. Nor does she seem to take offense to Harry's question. In fact, the corners of her mouth threaten to curl up into a smile as she gazes across the table at him for a moment before sighing.
"That depends on you, Mister Potter. Based on everything I saw in your memories; I'm inclined to say that the only crimes you committed were committed in the process of trying to undo even worse crimes. But… they were still very serious crimes."
Harry nods sharply at that, well aware that she's correct. More than anything, he's intent on making sure none of this blows back on Hermione. Her use of the Time Turner in order to save Buckbeak and Sirius' lives was incredibly illegal and not just because both of them were sentenced to die. It was also just plain illegal in its own right. The fact that she got a slap on the wrist at the end of their Third Year and no real punishment spoke to further manipulation on Dumbledore's part, but the cat was out of the bag now.
Still, Harry could tell that Amelia doesn't want to actually punish him or Hermione for their actions. Likely because she recognizes just how desperate the two of them were at the time. Yes, they committed crimes. But only because they had no other choice.
"… Tell me, Mister Potter. Do you know where Peter Pettigrew is right now?"
Harry only has to think about the rat who got his parents killed for a moment to produce a savage snarl on his face as he shakes his head.
"If I did, do you think I wouldn't have done something about it by now?"
Maybe he went a little too far though, because his response gets a raised eyebrow from Amelia.
"You're still underage, Harry. I would hope you would contact the proper authorities and not take matters into your own hands."
There's something pointed in her tone at that and Harry realizes she's talking about what he, in his other guise, told her about killing Quirrel in his first year. Harry doesn't let on that he knows what she's talking about though, instead riposting with a slightly biting comment of his own.
"I tried relying on the authorities last year Madam Bones. They sicced dementors on my school, nearly got my soul sucked out of my body, and tried to assassinate my godfather after falsely imprisoning him for over a decade."
A scathing retort, but Harry has made sure to lessen the blow by pointedly using the word 'they' to describe Fudge and his lackies last year, rather than lumping Amelia in with them. Something that the DMLE Director clearly appreciates from the way she inclines her head in acknowledgment of Harry's words. Tonks, meanwhile, is wincing hard in the background, looking stricken by what she's hearing.
"… Follow up question, do you know the whereabouts of Sirius Black?"
Here Harry lets himself go completely blank.
"If I did, you would expect me to give him up, wouldn't you?"
Sighing again, Amelia shakes her head.
"No, Harry. I would expect you to facilitate a dialogue between the two of us. All I want is the chance to talk to Sirius… and to make any number of promises I need to in order to get him to come in willingly and place himself under my protection."
Harry widens his eyes and sees a flash of satisfaction in Amelia's face at his reaction. Meanwhile, Tonks' breath hitches and even she looks surprised by Amelia's light hand.
"You want to exonerate him then? Fudge won't let that happen, will he?"
Here, Amelia smiles a very dangerous smile, her eyes narrowing into slits.
"Cornelius Fudge isn't going to stop me. I swear it. In fact, if I get the chance, I'll take this opportunity to nail the Minister to the wall. It'll be over for him; I can promise that much."
Amelia pauses for a moment and then chuckles.
"Truthfully, Mister Potter, it's already over for Fudge. Rita Skeeter's article has destroyed the foundations of his entire administration. He and his cronies have been fighting to hold onto power all day long, but in doing so they've only revealed the quicksand they find themselves standing in. At this point, it's more about mitigating damage than anything else. People need to be able to have faith in the Ministry of Magic even if they can't have faith in the Minister himself."
Here, Amelia grows solemn faced.
"That's why I need yours and Black's help, Harry. Because if I can exonerate Black, I can show the wizarding world that it's not the entire Ministry that's corrupt and backwards, but just a few bad actors. I can fix this… with your help."
It's a good speech. Very moving. Harry likes to think that if she were talking to the original him from his Fourth Year, that she definitely would have gotten him on board with that spiel. Of course, little did Amelia know but Harry was already on board. Rather, he was the one who'd started this train. And he wasn't about to let it stop now that it had left the station. Not until it reached its inevitably destination.
Pretending to contemplate things for a moment, making it seem like he's considering whether he can really trust her or not… Harry finally nods his head hesitantly.
"A-Alright Madam Bones. I can contact my godfather. I'll convince him to at least hear you out."
The smile Amelia graces Harry with is broad and almost kind for all that it also has a certain hunger to it that she does her best to hide.
"Thank you, Harry. I-!"
Before she can finish her sentence however, there's a sudden banging on the interrogation room door, causing all of them to whip their heads in that direction as a voice comes through.
"Madam Bones, the Wizengamot has sent word."
Harry hides his frown at the sound of Rufus Scrimgeour's voice. Amelia doesn't though, her brow furrowing and her lips curling down as she stands from the table and opens the door to let the Head Auror in.
"Of course they have. Well, Head Auror? What word have the Wizengamot sent?"
Rufus' eyes take in the room for a moment, barely glancing at Tonks before focusing on Harry in particular. They narrow for a moment before moving to Amelia.
"… They're ordering you to produce the Boy-Who-Lived and explain why you felt the need to arrest him, Madam Director."
Amelia just snorts, nonplussed.
"They… or Supreme Mugwump Dumbledore? I'm surprised he had the gall to call in favors and get enough of the Wizengamot in session tonight to do this, but I suppose I really shouldn't be. All the more his loss though."
With a sweep of her arm in Harry's direction, Amelia smirks.
"Rufus, you can tell the Wizengamot that Harry Potter is no longer under arrest as he's just decided to become a key witness in a critical case I'm personally working on. As such, I'm afraid he's going to be under the protection of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for the foreseeable future and will not be going anywhere that has not been thoroughly vetted beforehand… including hastily cobbled together Wizengamot Meetings that do not have the proper security for a personage as important as him."
As Amelia speaks, Rufus' eyebrows rise higher and higher on the lion-like man's forehead with every word she says. But then to be fair, Harry and Tonks' eyebrows also lift and lift. When she's finally done, Amelia gestures to the door.
"Please Head Auror… deliver my response to the Wizengamot with all due haste. I'm sure once they know I'm not holding the Boy-Who-Lived against his will, they will have questions for the Supreme Mugwump to answer about why they all found themselves getting out of bed at this rather late hour."
Rufus only pauses for a moment, to throw Harry one last glance. Harry just gives him a smile and a jaunty wave, causing the Head Auror to finally bow his head and take his leave. Amelia watches him go and then lets out a low sigh.
"Right. We'll need to get you a protective detail immediately…"
"Ah, about that Director. Can Auror Tonks be my protective detail? It's just… she's already been with us the entire way, so it seems only right that she stays onboard."
Amelia raises an eyebrow at that, considering Tonks and him for a moment. Harry is all smiles but Tonks looks like a deer caught in the headlights. For a witch who's able to change her appearance at will, she has a terrible poker face…
Chapter 30: Protective Custody
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A/N: Harry gets a protective deal and is brought to a safe house~
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Alas, Tonks definitely blows it for them. There's a knowing look in Amelia's eye as she gazes at the two of them, and after a moment she shakes her head.
"Unfortunately, Auror Tonks is still a bit young to be in such a position… alone, anyways."
Oh? Harry raises an eyebrow as Amelia smiles slightly.
"I have no problem assigning Auror Tonks to your protective detail… but she cannot do the job by herself, nor should she have to."
The way the DMLE Director is looking at them now… ah, Harry thinks he understands. She's not reading too far into this, mostly because she thinks she already understands the situation. In the eyes of Amelia Bones, the woman who lost most of her family to the Dark Lord's first rise, him wanting to get closer to Tonks has everything to do with him latching onto his godfather's niece and nothing more untoward than that. In a way, Amelia probably sees Tonks as Harry's cousin.
"In fact, I have two other Aurors in mind for this."
With a flourish of her wand, Amelia summons a Patronus and whispers into it before sending the thing off to retrieve who she's talking about. Harry could have tried using Legilimency to read her thoughts, but there was no point in risking her discovering his intrusion. Not when he'd find out soon enough anyways.
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"Well met, Harry Potter. I am Kingsley Shacklebolt and this is Hestia Jones. Together with Auror Tonks, we shall make up your protective detail until Madam Bones decides you no longer have need of one."
Harry resists the urge to tilt his head to the side, hiding his amusement. He should have known, really. Of course it would be Kingsley and Hestia. Two people from his past life who had… well, they hadn't been enemies, per say. Though there had been times during Kingsley's reign as Minister of Magic where he and Harry hadn't exactly seen eye to eye on things. Just a consequence of how much of a mythological figure Harry had become, combined with his intolerance for political bullshit.
… Though one could argue that Harry's intolerance for political bullshit had eventually led to their downfall. If he'd had more influence, if he'd made more of an effort to have sway with men like Shacklebolt, perhaps something could have been salvaged before it all went straight to shit.
But then, that was what he was back here to correct, wasn't it? He was going to do things right this time… even if he had to drag the entire world kicking and screaming down the path with him. And that meant playing nice.
Smiling slightly, Harry nods his head and takes Kingsley's outstretched hand, giving it a good solid shake that the dark-skinned wizard happily returns.
"A pleasure to meet you Auror Shacklebolt. And you too, Auror Jones."
Hestia, standing just behind Kinglsey, gives Harry a soft smile of her own and inclines her head. Of course, Harry knows things about Hestia from the future that would likely cause that smile to drop immediately. Things he might have to leverage with her eventually in a similar way to how he leveraged his foreknowledge regarding Auror Sinistra.
Amelia didn't know it, but she'd certainly set him up for success by sending Hestia alongside Kingsley to shore up his little protective detail. While Kinglsey as the head of the detail would need to be worked around… both Hestia and Tonks were easy targets for Harry to eventually subvert and bring over to his side… one ritual at a time.
Speaking of which, it's been a while since Harry has secured a witch's magic for himself. He's sort of been resting on his laurels in that regard, but he figures he can forgive himself seeing as he's been focusing his efforts in other directions. Still, with Amelia hard at work dismantling the current administration for him, perhaps Harry can finally take a step back and focus on self-improvement. The more power he has, the easier it will be to force everyone to listen up and do as they're told.
For the moment though, he has to do what he's told, funnily enough. But alas, it was his choice to offer himself up as a key witness to the DMLE Director. Now he just has to live with the consequences. Speaking of which, with introductions out of the way, Kingsley claps his hands.
"Right then! So, Madam Bones wants you to be kept safe. Hopefully, that eventually means we can move you back to Hogwarts, but for the time being, that means we'll be staying in a safe house while she cleans up the mess here. Sound good, Harry?"
Acting the part of a young man in over his head is easy enough for Harry, who tentatively smiles and nods at Kingsley's question.
"Yes sir."
Kingsley seems pleased with how respectful he's being. Hestia seems amused at him, clearly seeing him as nothing more than a precocious kid. If only she knew. Tonks, meanwhile… is quiet, flushed and trying not to fidget as she no doubt remembers what happened between them before. Hm, Harry would have to follow up with her sooner rather than later on that front.
"Alright then, follow me everyone."
With that, Kingsley leads them to a nearby floo and they all grab a pinch of green powder. After making sure Harry can properly pronounce the floo address, the black wizard leads the way, speaking loudly and clearly before stepping in and vanishing. Harry follows him, with Hestia and Tonks both taking up the rear.
On the other side, they find themselves in a cozy living room. The safe house is likely smooshed between two muggle apartment buildings somewhere in muggle London, bigger on the inside and smaller on the outside so no one will notice it taking up space. Or rather, notice nothing is there taking up space due to the Notice-Me-Not Wards.
"Not sure how long we'll be here, so feel free to explore a little bit. Harry, you can have your pick of the bedrooms, there's only three total, but I can sleep on the couch just fine."
Everyone makes noises of assent at that and then spreads out to explore the safe house. Harry picks the second largest room, not wanting to come across as a total boor, and then they all just sort of… settle in. It was probably past midnight by this point, so it made sense for them to all start to tuck in for the night… except Harry was still pretty wired and so was Tonks.
Kingsley and Hestia were less so, so in the end they wound up going to sleep first, with Tonks agreeing to take the first watch. That's how Harry finds himself alone with her in the kitchen, approaching her from behind as the metamorph witch prepares a cup of tea.
"Wotcher, Tonks."
His voice quiet and subdued, he still manages to startle Tonks something fierce. She was clearly deep in thought as his greeting sends her sky high for a moment before she whips around with a hand to her heart.
"W-Wotcher Harry… you startled me!"
She immediately realizes she's a bit too loud and flushes, glancing towards the closed door of the kitchen. But she needn't have worried, Harry has already put up a muffling charm on the kitchen, along with some magical alarms to make sure they won't be disturbed without his knowledge. In fact…
"You don't have to worry about volume, Tonks. I've got a muffling charm up so we don't wake Kingsley accidentally."
Tonks blinks at that, before glancing down at his hands with a look of wonder on her face. Harry could have read her mind again, but he refrains. Besides, he already knows what she's thinking from last time… she's still amazed by his magical prowess. As well she should be. He'd be a prodigy if his age actually matched his body.
"O-Oh… good thought, Harry. Very… c-considerate of you."
Slowly, Tonks turns back to the counter. But is it just his imagination, or is she pushing her rear out in his direction, bending over the counter to go back to making the tea far more than she actually has to bend to do so? Hmm…
"I-I'm just making some tea, Harry. If you-eep!"
Harry steps forward and plants his hands right on Tonks' hips, not even bothering to take things slow. He was here in the kitchen with her for exactly this purpose after all, and if Tonks wasn't even going to fight him on it…
"A-Ah… H-Harry…"
Rubbing soothing circles into her hips with his thumbs, Harry grinds his growing bulge into Tonks' ass, humming as he goes.
"I can't help but think back to how comfortable I was earlier, Auror Tonks. All thanks to you."
"O-Oh… I'm g-glad…"
"Feel free to make me a cup of tea too please. I'd appreciate it."
His tone takes on an authoritative taste to it and Tonks hurriedly nods, focusing on the act of preparing the tea. Of course, she can't help but squeak again when Harry hikes up the back of her robes over her shapely ass. Once he's done so, it becomes QUITE obvious that Tonks is thrusting her entire rear end out from the counter far more than she needs to, arching her back to do so in a way that might not have been physically possible for anyone but a metamorphmagus like her.
Harry admires the physics defying pose for a moment before grabbing hold of her panties with one hand and slowly dragging them down her thighs. As anticipated, they stick to her cunt, showing her arousal even as he tugs them away and Tonks gasps from the sensation. His hand comes up to cup her pussy a moment later and Harry hums, leaning over the witch to murmur in her ear.
"You're very wet for me, Tonks. Were you hoping this would happen?"
"I… I j-just want to make you as comfortable as p-possible, Harry… I… oooh~"
As he dips fingers into her sex, Tonks shudders and is cut off, whatever she was going to say next lost to her own moaning. Harry knows just how to touch her, and he greatly enjoys the way her insides clench down upon his digits far tighter than most other women could ever hope to. There's an intelligence behind that tightening that makes it clear Tonks is showing off her abilities… and trying her damnedest to attempt to entice him with everything she has to offer.
Well, consider him enticed. Finally pulling free of her pussy, Harry extracts his cock from his pants at long last and slaps it down on Tonks' plush bared backside, making her mewl as he rubs his dick back and forth across her ass cheeks for a few moments before slipping down further and rubbing the head of his cock against her slippery wet slit.
"Is this what you want, Tonks? If it is… I want to hear you say it."
Funnily enough, demanding that is where Harry finally encounters some resistance. Panting heavily, Tonks looks back over her shoulder at him and bites her lower lip.
"I… w-we really shouldn't, Harry. We should… we should stop here. It's not… nnngh, appropriate…"
Harry scoffs at that, looking Tonks right in the eye as he teases her entrance with his cockhead.
"Was taking out your tits and wrapping them around my cock appropriate, Auror Tonks?"
Tonks blushes profusely at that, whimpering from both his words and actions.
"N-No… no it w-wasn't. Which is why-guh!"
Harry tucks just the tip of his cock past Tonks' pussy lips and pushes up a bit, causing her to jolt and go up onto her tip toes, her ass jutting out even more and her back arching even further from the move. At the same time, he moves his hands up from her hips to her chest, groping her tits from behind as he hums into her ear.
"Say the word and we'll stop right here and now, Auror Tonks. Just need you to be clear. Say 'stop this right now Harry' and I'll stop."
Panting, Tonks whines a piteous whine in the back of her throat, shivering under his touch, quivering as he gropes her.
"I… I…"
In the end, she can't bring herself to say it. And so Harry thrusts forward, making the metamorphmagus cry out in response. For a moment, Tonks is so caught off guard that she doesn't even utilize her abilities. Her pussy feels completely natural as it spasms and tightens around his cock entirely organically on its own.
Harry luxuriates in that feeling for a few thrusts as Tonks moans and gasps and cries out, taking full advantage of those muffling charms he mentioned earlier to really let her voice out. Eventually though, she manages to find some semblance of control because her pussy starts to tighten up far more unnaturally and intelligently then before.
Not that Harry is complaining. In fact, it feels quite good having Tonks controlling how hard she clenches down around his cock. No matter how tight she makes her cunt, it doesn't matter in the end because she's still sopping wet and Harry isn't holding back in the slightest. His throbbing mast slams in and out of her repeatedly, leaving her groaning and moaning in pleasure, shuddering beneath him as she gives up on making tea entirely and focuses solely on clinging to the counter's edge for dear life.
However, just has Harry is beginning to fumble with the front of Tonks' robes, intending to pull them open and expose her breasts so he can play with them more directly while he fucks her… his senses twinge as the alarm spell he set up goes off, revealing that someone is approaching the kitchen door right that moment.
The secondary alarm spell tells him WHO it is at least, revealing that they're about to be walked in on by Hestia Jones, not Kingsley. The dark-skinned Auror is still fast asleep according to the spell Harry left on him, but it would seem Hestia has gotten up and is either feeling like a late night snack or a glass of water or something.
Either way, she's about fifteen seconds from walking into the kitchen and finding them, so they have that much time for Harry to come to a decision about what to do here.
The things he knows about Hestia… he could probably buy her silence fairly easily if he needed to. If he wanted to just keep fucking Tonks, he could let Hestia catch them and then drag her into the fun maybe. Or he could pull out of Tonks and push her down behind the island in the middle of the kitchen, using her mouth where Hestia won't be able to see her until the other witch either gets too close or leaves.
Or he could technically still manage to pull out of Tonks and fix up her clothing before the other Auror arrived, allowing the metamorphmagus to keep her dignity and pride entirely intact. One thing was for sure though… he only had a split second to decide.