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Chapter 6:

“Sorry we didn’t come get you sooner, mate. I know life with the muggles isn’t fun, but Dumbledore insisted we leave you there as long as possible.” Ron had found Harry laying half on the bed in their room, and had plopped down on his own mattress.
Harry could still remember how frustrated he had been at finding Ron and Hermione here without him two years ago. How excluded and ineffective he had felt. Now it all just seemed so small and irrelevant. Besides, things hadn’t happened that way this time. Hermione hadn’t even been here. His head throbbed trying to figure that one out, so he just left it alone.
“Honestly, it’s not a problem. Dumbledore had a reason. He later realized that he was wrong, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m just glad to relax for a minute. It’s been a crazy few days.” Harry stretched out spread eagle on the bed and took a deep breath.
Ron cringed a little. “You’ve, uh, been with Hermione the whole time, huh?”
Harry propped himself up on his elbows. He knew this had been coming, and he wasn’t looking forward to it. Ron had clearly had feelings for Hermione for a while. Whatever Hermione may or may not have felt in return, it was clear now that she only had eyes for Harry. He steadied himself and tried to figure out how best not to hurt Ron’s feelings. Ron had always been a jealous person, and taking away the only girl he had ever expressed interest in was not going to help.
“Yeah, Ron, look… Hermione and I, I don’t know really how to say this. We’re, um, together now. Some stuff sort of happened, and well…” Harry stammered to a stop and trailed off. So much for the measured approach.
Ron flopped onto his back and sighed. “Thank Merlin.”
This was not the reaction Harry had expected. “Um. What?”
“Harry, I had a huge crush on Hermione. I think you knew that. But then, I dunno, I just didn’t anymore. Do you ever just get caught in the momentum of something and you don’t know how to get away from it? Hermione and I just kept going back and forth with this thing, and for some reason neither of us could just make it happen or make it end. Hermione’s great. Other than you, she’s my best friend. But I think everybody knows we aren’t meant for each other.” Ron confessed everything in a rush. Once it was all out, he turned brick red, but looked genuinely relieved.
“Oh. Um, good?” Harry had no idea where to go next. He had been trying to prepare for a fight, and trying to soothe Ron’s hurt feelings.
“Besides, I, uh, kind of started talking to someone. It’s not really official or anything, but I like talking to her.” Ron muttered embarrassedly.
Harry sprung upright. “Really? That’s great! Who?”
“Uh… Parvati. We sort of bonded over… well, badmouthing you, actually.” Ron’s voice had dwindled to little more than a whisper at this point.
Harry burst out laughing. He could almost envision it. Him abandoning a frustrated Parvati at the Yule Ball, Ron being in a foul mood from seeing Hermione and Krum. It wouldn’t take much to bring back the bitterness he had so recently put to bed. It made sense. In a strange way, it felt like Ron had earned it. Hopefully this meant no Lav and Won-Won.
Ron was heartened by Harry’s reaction. He laughed too. Soon they were both just cackling at each other’s laughter. Ron doubled up and fell off the bed, and Harry laughed even harder. They were like that for several minutes until finally they ran out of breath and had to stop. Harry helped Ron off the floor.
Ron stretched up onto his tip-toes and touched the ceiling, then reached down to grab his toes. He turned to look at Harry. “You know, mate, this whole time travel thing is a lot to get my head around. Why aren’t there two of you, like when you and Hermione used the Time Turner?”
“No idea, honestly. I basically know as much as you at this point. Hermione’s been reading through every book she can get her hands on,” Harry said. Ron rolled his eyes. “But at this point, she hasn’t found anything that explains what’s happening to me. If Lupin’s right, maybe Professor Flitwick can help. At least, if what happened with Ariana is somehow connected to what’s happening to me.”
Ron pointed a finger towards the girls’ room. “I wanted to ask you about that. Is she, y’know, with you guys?”
Harry ran his hand through his hair and grabbed a handful of the shaggy mess in back. “I guess. We just sort of started taking care of her, and then she was a part of everything. It was sort of Hermione’s idea.”
Ron’s eyes went wide and he chuckled. “Everything happens to you, mate. I swear.”
Just then, there was a stout, even knock from the front door. Mrs. Black shrieked obscenities from her frame until Sirius hexed her into silence. Harry and Ron went out on the landing and looked over the banister. The door swung open and three figures huddled in. One wore a heavy black traveling cloak and carried a walking stick. Of the other two, one had hair of violent bubble-gum pink, and the other hair of flaming red. Harry recognized immediately that it was Mad-Eye, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley. He nudged Ron, and they ran down the steps.
Ron went to greet Mr. Weasley. Harry approached Mad-Eye. He eyed Harry suspiciously.
“Potter. What are you doing here? Albus said you’re meant to be with the muggles until start of term.” He barked gruffly.
“It’s a long story. Sirius and Lupin will fill you in. I’ve just spent hours explaining it all to them.” He knew that Moody wouldn’t be satisfied with an answer like that, but he didn’t think he was up to explaining it all a second time in one day.
Instead, he turned to the energetic witch with the bright pink hair. “Wotcher, Tonks!” She looked at him in shock. Moody gave him another deeply suspicious glare.
“Err, I don’t remember meeting Harry Potter before, and I think I would.” Caught off balance, she was much less clumsy and impulsive.
“Well, you’ve never met me before, but I’ve met you,” said Harry roguishly.
Tonks gave him a nervous smile and looked over to Moody for support. “Mad-Eye, I don’t suppose you have any idea what’s going on here, do you?”
Moody growled, “I intend to find out.” He swiveled and locked one narrow eye on Sirius, while the other electric blue one stayed fixed on Harry. “You’ve got answers, then?”
Sirius shrugged smoothly. “You may as well come into the kitchen. Harry, get the girls. We’ll make dinner while we explain.”
Harry smiled and gave Tonks a cheeky wink before heading up the stairs, with Ron cackling behind him the whole way. Ginny opened the girls’ bedroom door and Ron just pushed past her. He walked up to Ariana and stuck a hand out.
“Sorry I never introduced myself before. I’m Ron. Ronald Weasley. Harry and Hermione are my best friends.” Ariana looked to Harry for confirmation, and he nodded. She extended a wary hand and Ron gave it an exaggerated shake. “Come on. Sirius wants us to help make dinner, and we better chip in or we’ll get an earful from mum.”
He went back downstairs, and Ginny and Hermione filed out after him. Ariana gave Harry an uncomfortable look and didn’t move.
“You can stay up here if you’d like, but I think you’ll like everybody if you get to know them. I think they’ll like you too. You can just stay as close to me as you need to.” Harry gave her a warm hug and kissed her on the forehead. She beamed and nodded. They followed the rest downstairs.
Harry and Ariana entered the kitchen just as Sirius was getting to the end of his explanation to Moody and Tonks. “Before you ask, Mad-Eye, Harry doesn’t know any more than we do. We’ve put him through the ringer all day trying to understand this all, but we don’t have much more than we started with. Remus is going to talk to Minerva at the school to try and make plans for how to handle Hogwarts without Albus, but for now, we need to do whatever we can to try and figure out what is happening and how we fix it.”
Mad-Eye grumbled, but nodded an unhappy assent. “Bloody soul magic. Messy stuff. Figures Potter would be the one wrapped up in it.”
Tonks peered at Harry owlishly. “So we’ve already been friends for the next two years?”
“Er — yeah, pretty much.” Harry wasn’t sure he would describe them as friends, really. He cared about Tonks, though, so he didn’t correct her.
“Woah! That’s pretty wild. Do they put me in charge of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement any time soon?” Tonks grinned mutinously at Mad-Eye, who scowled.
“Um, no, after Madam Bones, I think it’s some bloke called Thicknesse.” Harry said without thinking.
Mad-Eye spun around sharply. “Amelia Bones dies? Potter, when? This is critical. I need to know when and where.”
Harry cursed under his breath. He hadn’t meant to change things this far in advance. “Next Summer. Voldemort kills her personally in her home. I’m sorry, that’s all I know.”
Moody thumped his staff against the ground in agitation. “If he’s able to attack someone like Bones out in the open as soon as next Summer then things are moving fast. Without Albus, it could be even faster. We need to start making preparations.”
Mr. Weasley put a calming hand on Moody’s shoulder. “Easy, Alastor. We know more than we did last time around, which gives us an edge. We’ll be ready, and we won’t let anyone die this time.”
“Honestly, I don’t understand why any of you are allowing Harry to put himself at the middle of all of this. He’s clearly in over his head, and we don’t even know how much of what he’s saying is correct. He is too young for any of this.” Mrs. Weasley said huffily.
Arthur stepped in front of her and put a finger under her chin, looking her hard in the eyes. “That’s enough, Molly. Harry is in this whether we want him in it or not. He’s younger than we would like, but he has proved himself time and time again. If you want to doubt him, you will do so privately, am I understood?”
Seeing Mr. Weasley rebuke Mrs. Weasley was sufficiently rare that almost everyone in the room stopped to watch. She stiffened in shame and fury, then relented. “You’re right, of course Arthur. Harry, I’m sorry. This is all just so much to take in.”
Harry went to her and gave her a hug, and she patted him soppily on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Mrs. Weasley. I understand.”
Mad-Eye grabbed Sirius and Lupin and went to talk in a corner, while the rest of them started preparing dinner. Hermione had been given the key to a large cabinet of dishes and silverware to set out, Harry had been assigned potatoes to peel, and Ron had been given carrots. They set to work, with Ariana peering over Harry’s shoulder while he struggled with the slippery tubers. Finally, he gave up and waved his wand. Surprisingly, the spell came easily and quickly to his mind, and it was barely out of his mouth before the jackets uncoiled from the potatoes in neat spirals and jumped into the scrap bucket of their own accord.
“Oi!” Ron immediately groused. “Harry, what are you doing, you can’t do magic outside school. You know better.”
Harry looked guilty. “Um, I think maybe because of what happened, they can’t tell anymore. I’ve been doing magic since leaving Privet Drive, and I haven’t heard anything from the ministry.”
“Nah, that’s just the Trace. It can’t tell magic users apart, so anything in a wizard’s residence doesn’t get logged.” Tonks said chattily.
There was an immediate uproar around the table. Loudest were Fred and George, who had only just become allowed to use magic outside of school and were realizing that they had been cheated out of years of convenience. Mrs. Weasley glared at Tonks, who looked sheepish.
“I’m sorry, Molly. I thought everybody knew,” said Tonks meekly.
Ron was taking advantage of his newfound magical freedom to try and clean and chop his carrots, but so far, all he had managed to do was split the scrap bucket, causing it to spill potato skins all over the kitchen floor. Mr. Weasley sighed and waved his wand, repairing the bucket and making all the discarded food bits to stream off of the floor and back into it.
“It’s fine, Tonks. We should have had the conversation years ago. Most wizarding families do try to keep it a secret from the children, though. It makes parenting much easier when a temperamental teenager can’t blow things up.” He looked pointedly at Fred and George, who stopped grumbling to grin broadly.
A thought struck Harry. “So that’s why I got in trouble from Dobby’s hover charm! The Trace couldn’t tell I hadn’t done magic, it just sensed magic being done in a muggle home, and I was the only wizard around.”
“That’s correct, Harry. Many of us at the Ministry feel that it’s an antiquated system that needs updating, but so far no one has developed an idea that would work better, so we just keep using the Trace.” Mr. Weasley said, taking Harry’s peeled potatoes and stacking them on the counter in front of Mrs. Weasley. She kissed him on the cheek and continued scraping a large wooden spoon around the inside of an enameled pot.
Sirius rejoined them, pulling a chair alongside Harry and Ron. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this old house is a bit of a disaster. Would you three mind helping Molly and the rest of us try to make it habitable? Tomorrow we’re going to try to tackle the old drawing room. I’m afraid I haven’t been very enthusiastic about helping so far, but I have to say, having a mystery to investigate is making me feel a lot better about being cooped up here.”
“Sure, that’d be great,” said Harry, thinking ruefully about the vicious doxies and the awful silver instrument. Knowing what was waiting for him this time and being able to use magic was going to make dealing with all of the nightmares in the drawing room a lot less daunting. Something about the drawing room was pestering him, just at the edge of thought, but before he could figure it out, Mad-Eye came over and clapped a rough hand on his shoulder.
“Potter. With Dumbledore gone, we need to know if we’re compromised here. He was our Secret Keeper, but if he’s gone, we need to know if it’s just you, or if it’s been spread to all of us. Unfortunately, there’s no one outside the Order that it’s safe to bring in.” Moody left this last sentence open, as if expecting a rebuttal.
“Luna! Luna Lovegood. We can give her the address, I trust her completely.” Harry said, to his own surprise.
There was a chorus of different replies.
“Who?” asked Ron and Hermione.
“You do?” asked a startled Ginny.
“Xenophilius’s daughter?” asked Mr. Weasley.
Mad-Eye’s glass eye swiveled to each of them, one at a time. He paused, then asked Mr. Weasley, “Xenophilius as in The Quibbler?”
Harry answered, “That’s him. Luna goes to school with us. She’s a little… odd. But she would never give us up to Death Eaters.” He looked to Ron and Hermione for support, and then realized why they were so confused. They wouldn’t meet Luna until start of term. Right now, Ginny was the only person in the room who had any idea who he was talking about.
He rubbed his scar in frustration, and tried to explain. “Okay, this doesn’t make any sense to anybody right now. But trust me, over the next two years, Luna proves that she’s one of the good guys. At the end of this year, I go to the…” He choked up, remembering the disastrous foray into the Department of Mysteries. He shook the memories out of his head. That wouldn’t be happening this time. “Or, I would have gone to the Ministry to fight Voldemort, and Luna goes with us. Or, would go with us.”
Ginny looked unsure, and Ron and Hermione just looked bewildered. Mad-Eye, though, just grunted in acceptance. “If you say so, Potter. Do you know where to find her? We need to do this tonight. It can’t wait.”
Mr. Weasley spoke up again. “It’s just off the Knightstone Creek in Ottery St. Catchpole. You can’t miss it, it looks like an old crenellated turret. You can see it for miles.”
Moody nodded and grabbed Harry’s arm. “Right, let’s get this over with. You lot stay here. We won’t be gone long.”
Harry got up and followed him outside. Once they were on the front step, he turned to Harry. “Ever apparated, Potter?”
“Unfortunately, yeah.” Harry grimaced.
“Right, hold on tight.” He held out a gnarled arm, and Harry clamped to it tightly. The next moment, the familiar sensation of being sucked through a hose was squeezing him from all sides. Then it was over, and they were deposited on the side of a creek in the middle of rolling countryside. Sure enough, a tower like a chess rook loomed crookedly in the middle distance. They set off towards it on foot, following a little walking path worn into the meadow.
Barely half a mile down the path, they crested a hill and at the bottom was a girl in a muddy dress with long, dirty blonde hair. She was barefoot and crouched next to a puddle, dipping a long string into it and swirling it in complicated patterns. Harry nudged Mad-Eye and pointed at her. He looked back at Harry, clearly unimpressed with his choice.
“Hey Luna!” Harry realized as he was calling out that she hadn’t technically ever met him before. Oh well, if anyone would understand a situation like this, it was Luna. She looked up, an expression of mild surprise slowly finding its way onto her face from another galaxy.
“You’re Harry Potter.” She said conversationally.
Harry chuckled uncomfortably. This was going to be an unusual conversation. “Luna, this is going to sound very strange, but would you believe that I’m redoing the last two years of my life, and that two years from now, we’re actually good friends?”
Luna lit up, her silvery eyes losing some of their unfocused glaze and coming to rest on Harry’s face. “We are? I’ve never had a friend before. Is it because you’re under the influence of the Blibbering Humdinger?”
Moody had a face like thunder and his eyes were boring holes in the side of Harry’s head, but he ignored it. “Actually, Luna, it’s because things get really bad at Hogwarts this year, and you’re one of only a very few people who comes to help me when I really need it. This may not make sense yet, but this time I don’t want to wait and meet you on the train. I actually need a favor, and I know I can trust you.”
For the first time that Harry could remember, Luna actually looked emotional. Her wide, distant eyes grew moist, and her lower lip trembled. “You’re not making fun of me, are you? You really mean it. We’re friends, and you actually like me?” She rose to her feet and took a step towards Harry, studying him intently.
Harry always had trouble with Luna’s awkward bluntness, but this time it felt like someone was scooping holes in his chest. He knew how alone Luna was much of the time, but this was perhaps the first time he truly appreciated how much more his friendship meant to her than hers had to him. “You’re not just my friend, Luna. You’re one of my best friends. You, and Ron, Hermione, Neville, all of you. When it mattered, you risked everything for me. I owe you my life and more.”
Luna tangled her fingers together for a moment, then nodded and slipped one dirigible plum earring out of her ear. “I want you to have this. It’s important to me, and you’re my friend now. You don’t have to wear it, though. It will still work if it’s just near you.”
Harry took it awkwardly, dropping it into a pocket. Then he pulled Luna into a very sincere hug, and after stiffening briefly, she relaxed and hugged him back.
“Do you think you could do me a favor, Luna?” Harry asked after a moment.
“If it’s about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, I’m afraid Daddy’s expedition was unsuccessful. We still haven’t found a live specimen.” Luna said apologetically.
Mad-Eye stepped forward, and without preamble said, “The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London.”
She didn’t seem to take any notice, still waiting for Harry to speak.
“Are you able to go there to see if you can get inside?” Harry asked.
“Sorry, go where?” asked Luna.
Mad-Eye shook his head. “The spell still holds, Potter. She didn’t hear a word I said.”
Luna looked at him. “I can hear you just fine, Professor.”
Moody ignored her. “Now you say it, Potter.”
Harry cleared his throat to get Luna’s attention, and once she was looking at him, said, “The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London.”
“Oh, is it? That’s nice. What’s the Order of the Phoenix? Is it like a club?” Luna asked pleasantly.
Moody nodded in satisfaction. “That does it, then. Alright, Potter. For now, you’re our new Secret Keeper.”
Harry looked at him, “So she doesn’t have to come back to the house to prove it or anything?”
“No, that she was able to hear you at all proves that the charm passed to you.”
“I can come visit another night, if you’d like. I think Daddy is probably expecting me back home soon, though.” Luna added helpfully.
Harry gave her another quick hug. “I’d really like that, thanks Luna. We’ve got to get back to London, but I really appreciate your help. It was nice, um, meeting you again.”
She smiled vaguely and then started to skip back home, her muddy feet kicking up splashes of rainwater and little bits of grass. Harry grinned and shook his head, then turned back to Moody and grimaced. “Alright, I suppose we’d better get it over with.”
Moody held out his arm, and Harry grabbed hold. A few moments later, they were on the front step of Grimmauld Place. Before they went inside, Mad-Eye grabbed him. “You’re sure she can be trusted, Potter?”
“Completely sure. You’ll see.” Moody accepted this, and they went inside.
Back in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley was wielding a wooden spoon like a sword over the anarchy as a dozen plates tried to angle for first scoop of a deliciously fragrant and golden brown shepherd’s pie. Tonks had scored an early serving, and was perched on the back of a chair with her plate in her lap. She was snatching bites off the end of her fork like it might try to escape. Furtively, her eyes kept darting to the tangle of people trying to get fed. Harry thought back to two years from now. Was it possible that she was already developing emotions for Sirius? He made a mental note to keep an eye on her.
Glancing around, he saw Ariana sitting against a wall with an empty plate in her hand. Harry sat down next to her. “Would you like me to get some food for you?”
She looked at him apologetically, he nodded, grabbed her plate and joined the throng. After some athletic maneuvering, he was dancing back out of the group with a plate piled high with food. He sat down, and she held out her hands for the plate. He ignored her, scooped a hunk of mince and mash onto the fork, and held it up to her mouth. She blushed, and obediently ate it a nibble at a time.
Harry stroked her head and spoke softly in her ear. “Good girl, eat up.”
Tonks erupted in a violent cough and fell off the back of her chair. When she got up off the floor, she did her best to look anywhere except at Harry. Hermione looked around and joined Harry and Ariana with her own plate of food. She sat on Ariana’s other side, whispered something to her that made the blonde girl flush a deeper red, and then pulled a book out of her bag and buried her nose in it, only coming up for air and to get another bite of food.
Harry continued to feed Ariana until the plate was empty. At some point, Tonks had to entirely turn her chair sideways so that her back was to the trio. He regretted distracting her because now he couldn’t tell if she was still sneaking looks at Sirius. When they were all finished eating, Hermione folded her book up and helped Ariana to her feet. They had a quick whispered conversation, then Hermione gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and they left the kitchen.
Harry started to follow them, when there was a commotion at the other end of the room. Sirius was holding up a wretched looking towel with any number of foul humors soaked into the fibers. He was scowling and prodding at something with his foot. Harry moved closer, and saw Kreacher trying to defend what appeared to be a pile of laundry from any intrusion. For Sirius’s part, he looked dangerously close to just burning the lot of it.
“Master will not instruct Kreacher to discard the Black family linens. Mistress had these sewn by house elves for Master Orion’s death bed. They are precious. Kreacher won’t allow them to be harmed. Won’t. WON’T.” The decrepit house-elf croaked ferociously.
“Kreacher, I won’t tell you again! We’re not having the house full of filthy old trash just because it may have rubbed against my sainted father’s arse once in the last fifty years. I’ve tolerated about as much of your hero worship as I’m willing to bear. If you —” Sirius thundered.
Harry stepped up and put a restraining hand on Sirius. Sirius looked at him in surprise. “Sirius, can I talk to you privately for a moment?”
He gave a disgruntled nod, and turned to Kreacher again. He pointed his wand at the filthy linens. “Evanesco!” Kreacher wailed in horror, and Sirius turned away. Harry winced and led Sirius out of the room into the hallway.
“What is it, Harry? You know what Kreacher’s like. He’ll try to save every tissue if we let him.” Sirius asked testily.
“I know. I need to try and explain something without explaining it, though. Can you just trust me?” Harry asked in a pacifying tone.
Sirius gave him a skeptical look, then shrugged. “Sure. Say what you need to say.”
“Sirius, you need to be kinder to Kreacher. I know he doesn’t make it easy. I don’t want you to feel like you have to tolerate everything he says. It’s very important that he doesn’t feel pushed out, though.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not like I kick him around. Just because I don’t let him smooch my mother’s old pants doesn’t make me some villain.” Sirius said defensively.
“You’re not a bad person, and I’m not trying to say that.” Harry shut his eyes, and his memory drifted back to a conversation in Dumbledore’s office that felt like it happened a million years ago. “Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike. Dumbledore said those words to me, and he’s right. I hate Kreacher, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a slave to a man he doesn’t love and doesn’t love him. We can’t free him, we certainly can’t kill him. What option do we have while being decent? We have to try to be kinder to him. Can you try? Please? I know how much you hate it here, but it’s not Kreacher’s fault. He’s stuck here, just like you.”
Sirius’s face went slack and guilty. “You’re right, Harry. Of course you are. Dumbledore tried to say the same thing to me before, but I didn’t listen. Kreacher is stuck in the same situation I’m in. Except at least I’ve got you lot. He doesn’t have anyone anymore.” Sirius grimaced. “Even less once I figure out how to get rid of that portrait of my mother.”
Harry relaxed. “Thank you, Sirius. I can’t say more about it now, but trust me when I say this will make a bigger difference than you know.”
Just then, he noticed that the door to the kitchen was cracked and a head with bubblegum pink hair was doing its best to lean nonchalantly against the doorframe. When the talking stopped, she snuck a peek through and saw Harry staring directly back at her. Her eyes went from chocolate dark to verdant green in panic, and then she turned away. Harry felt embarrassed that he caught her spying on Sirius, but he didn’t say anything.
They went back into the kitchen, and Sirius went to Kreacher to awkwardly apologize and try to make nice. Harry found Ron, who asked him, “What was that all about? Did you have to tell him something about his house elf?”
Harry grunted noncommittally. “It’s nothing. It’s just something that Sirius needed to hear. It’s not that important.”
Ron shrugged, “So what do you think Tonks’s deal is? She’s been weird ever since we started having dinner.”
Harry peered over at her, and got the impression that she had been looking this way only a moment before. “I’m not sure. I thought maybe… never mind. Anyway, she doesn’t seem depressed or anything. Just distracted.”
“Yeah. Who knows.” Ron was looking over at the remains of the shepherd’s pie. “Women,” he said under his breath.
Harry ducked out before anyone thought to notice him again. Quietly, waiting just a moment until he had left, Tonks followed him out. She caught up to him in the hallway. Silently, she approached him from behind, grabbed his wand hand and pinned it to his side, and reached another hand around to cover his mouth. He spun around and looked down at her. She studied him intensely, and then jerked her head toward the front door. His eyes narrowed inquisitively, but when she let go, he followed her out into the street.
They walked in silence until they were far enough away from Number 12 that they couldn’t see the door anymore. Then Tonks finally spoke. “Harry, I want to say thank you for talking to Sirius about Kreacher. That was really decent of you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that all? It’s fine. I had to do it.”
She nodded, as if he had confirmed something. “Some of us are going to die, aren’t we?”
Harry squirmed uncomfortably. “I really can’t talk about that, Tonks. If I have anything to say about it, nobody is going to die this time.”
She smiled thinly. “Good. I’m going to help you. I know you can’t tell me what to expect, but you just tell me what to do and where to go, and I’ll do it. No questions asked.”
“Really? That’s actually really helpful, Tonks. I appreciate it.” Harry said with surprised gratitude.
“I just need one thing from you. No questions asked. You can say no, but I don’t think you want to.” She suddenly had a furtive, desperate look.
“Eh? Okay. What’s up?”
“I’ve been kind of… hung up. On this guy.” Harry nodded and she looked at him suspiciously. “Anyway, I don’t think it’s going anywhere. At least not right now. I need to clear my head. I could just go to the pub, but I don’t want to have to size up some random bloke. I just want you to help me.”
Harry just stared blankly. “Um. Sure. Help you what? Find a guy?”
“For heaven’s sake, Harry. I want you to fuck me.”
Harry felt like somebody hit him with a cattle prod. “What? Me? But I don’t— Why me?”
“It’s not that hard to figure out, Harry. You’re fit, you’re decent, you’re not likely to go talking about it to everyone. Not to mention, I heard you with the cute blonde and about creamed myself.” Tonks said conversationally.
Harry blushed. “You heard me? But how?”
“Well, we don’t really like to advertise it, but one of the perks of being a metamorphmagus is that we’ve got damn good senses. It’s all just shapes, innit? Little changes to the eyes and ears and we catch more than people think we do.”
“Oh…” Harry was thoroughly embarrassed.
“Don’t sweat it, Harry. I said I liked it, right? Besides, you’d be amazed the stuff I’ve heard from people who didn’t think I could hear them. So what do you think? I could go blonde, if that’s your thing?” As if to demonstrate, her hair went golden and elegantly long, falling across her shoulders in shining waves.
“N-no, that’s not it. I mean, I like your normal hair. Or, you know. Your pink hair. It’s just, well, Hermione…” He hesitated. She had told him to trust his gut. So what was his gut telling him.
“Blimey, Harry? Her too? You stay busy, don’t you?” She winked at him unctuously.
A laugh slipped out, and he took a breath. He understood finally what Hermione meant. This wasn’t a betrayal of her trust. It was just helping a friend, and it didn’t change how he felt about her at all. Tonks was attractive, and she wanted to feel better. If he could help, he should. “Sure, Tonks. If that’s what you want, we can be together. For a night, or more if you want it.”
She was mildly surprised. “Your little girlfriends won’t mind?”
Harry thought back to Hermione’s hasty withdrawal after dinner. “Actually, I think Hermione might have expected it. She was the one who brought in Ariana.”
This time the surprise was much more pronounced. “Hermione? The chubby one with her nose in a book?”
“I think she might surprise you. She’s more adventurous than she seems. Also, you should be more polite. I happen to like her body.” Harry said with just a touch of sternness.
Tonks held up a placating hand. “I didn’t mean anything by it. She’s pretty, she just doesn’t look the type.” She got thoughtful. “Well if she’s that adventurous, maybe this thing has more legs than I thought. Not yet, though. Before we do any of that, I want you all to myself.”
With an impish squeeze of his bottom, Tonks bolted into a side alley and Harry chased after her. Just as he was about to catch her, she spun around and jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around him and smashing her mouth against his. Startled, he spun and pinned her against a brick wall, nestled in a nook halfway down the alley. While she kissed him, she pulled at his clothes, plucking buttons open and kissing across his jaw and down to his collarbone.
Harry wasn’t used to her athletic sexual aggression, but tried his best to match it. She bit his nipple and he yelped in alarm. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her smooth, milky throat. She moaned, he growled, and while he kissed the silky skin, she ground hard against his crotch. His strong hands lifted her blouse up and over her head, and exposed a ruby colored bra not quite holding back two creamy globes that spilled over the top. Long, clever fingers popped open the latch, and her breasts sprung free. She purred in delight.
Her legs unwrapped from around him and lowered to the ground. Her hands, which Harry noticed looked older than she did, moved expertly at his waist and his trousers fell to his ankles. She tore his pants down, and his rapidly stiffening erection swung out to meet her. She gasped in pleasure.
“Wotcher.” She gulped. She wrapped a hand around it, and when her fingers didn’t quite meet, excitedly added another hand. She stroked exquisitely slowly towards the head, and when she was working her way back towards the base, her warm and wet lips wrapped around the tip and followed her hands.
Harry groaned gutturally and wrapped both hands around her head. She slowed to a halt and moved her hands to his hips. The message was clear. He held her head firmly and slid his cock into her mouth, savoring the feeling of her strong tongue swirling around it as he worked his way inside. Almost halfway in, he paused to give her a chance to pull back, but she just gave him a starved glare, so he pushed in further. Tilting to the side, he could see her neck bulge from his length.
He pulled slowly out, then another stroke back in. Then faster. She drooled and gagged against his meat, but she didn’t pull away. Enthusiastically, he fucked her face faster, harder. She reached underneath and massaged his balls with a practiced hand. Her tongue was milking the passion out of him, and she sucked hard on every pull. She let out a gurgling moan and thrust a hand down the front of her panties. Just when Harry thought he couldn’t take any more, she pulled back.
“Enough of that. Fuck me, Harry. I need your cock right now.” She practically begged.
She turned around and bent over, and Harry lifted her skirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties. He tore them off, leaving a bright red streak around her hips. She grunted and thrust back. He gave her a swat on one muscular bum cheek. “Patience. Bad girls get punished. Good girls get a reward. Understood?” Where had that come from? Still, it had worked. She let out an animalistic whimper and her legs quivered.
Harry took his granite shaft and slapped it against her clit teasingly. She buckled and tried furiously to rub against it. He pulled back and gave her another slap across the bum. She practically sobbed with need. Trying her best to hold still, she waited while he teased her opening, while he dragged the top of his length between her lips. Leaning forward, he whispered “Good girl, Dora.” Then he drove himself into her, and she screamed.
“Oh gods yes! Oh Merlin. Oh fuck! Please, harder, harder.” She rolled her hips into his desperately, trying to pull him as deep into her as he could go.
Harry drew back slowly, and pumped in and out at the very entrance of her quim. “If you want all of it, you have to ask. Can you ask for it, Dora?”
“Please. I want it. Can I have your cock? All of your cock, please?”
“You have to say who I am. Tell me whose cock you want.”
“Mmmhhhnngggh. OH GOD, please. I want it. Please, I want your cock, Daddy!”
It had not been what Harry was expecting, but for some reason it surged through him like liquid fire. He slammed into her. “Is that what my Dora wants? You want Daddy’s thick cock filling you up?” She grunted and blithered.
He spanked her hard on the bottom and grabbed her hips in his long, strong hands as he pulled her back into him. He pounded into her, and it felt like thousands of tiny fingers were massaging him from the walls of her pussy. She came hard, clenching down and dragging on him, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He just reached around and flicked two fingers past each side of her clit, just brushing the nub on each movement. He dipped his hips and angled himself upward, driving up into her and causing her to arch her back from the sensation.
She gripped either side of a stone support and pressed her face against the brick wall, saliva dribbling down her chin. Harry was filling her completely, and his hard cock was driving against her A-spot and knocking all the thoughts out of her head. This was perfect agony. She felt like she was going to be torn in half. A moan rumbled out of him, and she came again. “Daddy! I love it. I love your cock so much, Daddy. Give it all to me.”
Harry had never experienced any woman this wanton. He grabbed her by the throat and arched her back into his chest. He pressed her naked skin against the brick wall and pounded into her, feeling her overflowing juices pour out around him and leave him sticky and stinging against her flesh. They were both raw from the tacky fluids, and the pain was making everything so much more intense. He couldn’t have stopped now if he wanted to.
“I’m cumming, Dora. Where does my good girl want Daddy’s cum?”
“Fill me up. I want to feel it all inside me. Cum in my pussy, daddy.”
A pulsing orgasm started at the crown of Harry’s head and flowed down through his entire body. When it erupted out of him, it felt like his entire soul was pouring out through his erection. Tonks twitched and undulated on the end of him until it subsided, and then slid off onto the ground. She slumped down, and Harry sat on the ground next to her, cradling her against his chest.
“Merlin, Harry. That was incredible. Where did you learn to fuck like that?” Her voice was shaky and frail.
“You’re pretty spectacular yourself, Tonks.” Harry gave her a kiss on the head.
“How did you know what I wanted like that? It’s like you were reading my mind.”
“I’m not sure, honestly. It just felt like the right thing.” Harry shrugged, and she snuggled against him.
“I’m really happy to have met you. And I’m not just saying that because I’m full of your cum at the moment.” She grinned cheekily.
He burst out laughing. “You’re something else, Tonks. Come on, let’s get dressed before the muggle police find us and I have to do something illegal.”
“Please. I’m an auror. I can just obliviate them, and no one will ask any questions.” Harry looked sharply at her, and she cackled madly. He laughed as well. Despite her joke, she got up and got dressed. A swish of her wand repaired her panties, and another wave knocked most of the dirt and debris from her clothes, though they still looked a bit rumpled.
Harry gave a wave of his own wand, and their clothes cleaned and straightened themselves. Then he stopped and stared at his wand. Tonks squeezed his arm absentmindedly.
“Thanks, Harry. I’ve always been rubbish at household spells.”
He didn’t say anything, just looked at his wand for another moment and then tucked it into his pocket. He took Tonks by the hand, and they walked back to Number 12.
“I know I don’t have to ask this, but please don’t tell anyone about this, Harry. It would just complicate things.” Tonks said, then gave a little cough.
“Trust me, I don’t want complications any more than you. I obviously have to tell Hermione and Ariana, but they won’t say anything.”
She sighed. “I guess that makes sense. Oh well, if she knows, maybe she can join us next time.”
“Thinking about next time already, Tonks?” Harry laughed and reached for the door. Nymphadora Tonks coughed and blushed, trying to look casual as the door swung open.
Sirius was standing on the other side, pulling his boots on.
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