Despite Harry's attitude towards birthdays, the party ended up being rather enjoyable.
Of course, that could have something to do with the amount of alcohol Fleur and Luna plied everyone with, Harry especially, knowing as they did about his magically enhanced liver.
He was reluctant of course, but with everyone egging him on to drink, he did so just to shut them up.
And so it went, drink after drink, with Harry unable to really tell how much alcohol he was imbibing thanks to Fleur's selection of drinks, none of which produced the characteristic burning sensation of hard liquor, but were instead mixed into things that gave it a pleasant sweetness.
Once everyone was sufficiently sloshed, the crafty veela produced a Twister mat, making sure that Harry and Tonks especially spent a lot of time in compromising positions.
Knowing that Harry's liver would be working overtime to purge the alcohol, she made sure that he had a cup in hand near constantly, which also contributed to the continued inebriation of everyone else.
Sirius in particular was a victim of this, starting off as jocular, going to outragesly flirty and finally progressing to the point that the damage from Azkaban started showing up as he began referring to Harry as James and talking as if they were alive.
By then thoroughly inebriated, Harry had decided that his delusional godfather needed to be put to bed and stumbled off with him towards the man's room.
Fleur knew an opportunity when she saw it and volunteered herself, as well as Nymphadora and Luna to help him.
Penelope and Narcissa, the only other two people present and the only ones that had managed to retain any level of sobriety, could only exchange looks, knowing exactly what was going to happen as soon as Sirius was in bed. Fleur had stopped being subtle about her attempts to engineer 'accidental' gropings between Harry, Tonks, Luna and herself quite a while ago.
"Did you shee the titsh on that blonde bird, Prongs?" Sirius slurred, hanging on to his godson for dear life.
"Which one, Padfoot?" Harry asked, considerably less drunk and deciding to play along.
"The pretty one." Sirius clarified. "They were like… like… real nice."
"They sure were." Harry agreed, amused. Fleur did have nice tits.
Holding up Sirius' other side, the veela in question bit her lip to stifle a giggle. Out of the five people present, she was the least drunk and found this situation terribly amusing.
"What shay we both have a go at 'er, like we did with that shixth year, what was 'er name again?"
"I think I'll keep her all to myself instead." Harry said, winking at Fleur over Sirius' head.
This time the veela did giggle.
"You bashtard." The dog animagus slurred in drunken indignation. "You already have Lily, it's againsht the rules to hog so many fine women."
"What rules?"
"The… the rules!" Sirius snapped confusingly.
"Look, Sirius." Harry said, pointing at the man's bed instead of replying to that. "There's a veela waiting for you."
"Veela?" Sirius perked up, looking at the clearly empty bed instead of at the actual veela supporting his left side. "Where?"
"She's hiding under my invisibility cloak, naked and ready. All you need to do is find her."
Needing no further prompting, Sirius dived for the bed in search of the promised prize and blacked out as soon as he was horizontal, fists still making grabbing motions as if to pull the invisibility cloak off the non-existent veela.
"That was mean." Fleur giggled.
"He'll get over it." Harry asserted and aggressively kissed her, much to her enjoyment.
"What happened to Dora and Luna." Harry asked in confusion, noticing that they had lost the two girls somewhere along the way.
Fleur perked up, recalling her plan after briefly being tempted to just pull Harry to the ground and fuck him at the foot of his godfather's bed.
"Luna took Nymmie to where she'll be sleeping." She said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the master bedroom.
"That was nice of her." Harry said, forgetting that the last sight he'd had of the two girls was of them playing tonsil hockey with each other.
"Yes, it was."
The two of them made their way to the master bedroom, making frequent stops to grope and kiss along the way. In the process of doing this, they managed to knock two paintings off the walls, bump a two hundred year old vase that had been a gift for his grandparents' wedding from its stand and rip a set of curtains from the panels. They never noticed the two house elves dutifully following behind and catching things before they hit the ground.
They burst through the door of the master bedroom with no more subtlety than they had used to get to that point, badly startling the two young women that had already made their way there previously.
"Luna? Dora?" Harry asked owlishly, staring at the two girls. They had obviously been in the middle of a heavy snogging session that had been well on its was to something more given their half dressed state, but it seemed that his and Fleur's entrance had made the metamorphmagus disengage. Luna merely pouted, her lips a bit swollen and her eyes bright.
"Harry." Tonks stammered, embarrassed for some reason she couldn't identify. Maybe it was the fact that her pants were unbuttoned and her tank top halfway over her head, or maybe it was the fact that she'd been fooling around with one of his girlfriends.
Fleur might have been hornier than a bitch in heat just then and desperate to have Harry's shaft fill her up, but she still remembered the plan and seeing Tonks and Luna positioned at the foot of the bed was too good an opportunity to pass up. Without much thought, she pushed Harry so that he stumbled directly into the metamorphagus.
Both of them yelped in surprise as they fell on the bed.
"Ow." Tonks said plaintively, rubbing her nose after having Harry's chest crash into it.
Harry himself realised that he was lying on top of his ex-girlfriend and did the most logical thing, namely taking the opportunity to kiss her.
Tonks also did the logical thing and returned it, making noises of appreciation all the while,
Seeing that those two didn't need anymore encouraging, Fleur smiled smugly and focused her attention on Luna.
Two minutes of uncoordinated kissing, groping and undressing later, all four of them were naked. Harry and Tonks had needed to briefly get off the bed to get all of their clothes off, at which point things went a bit off script.
"I want to go first." Luna said, staring at Harry's erection with uncanny focus for someone that was drunk.
"I'm going first!" Tonks snapped possesively, glaring at the young blonde. She had an acute memory for what a good fuck Harry was and no intention of postponing it after her long dry spell and the many unsatisfying flings before that.
Fleur offered a solution, having been long exasperated with Luna's determination to keep the silly promise she'd made to her father and eager to help her break it. "Come, Nymmie, let them 'ave their fun. I will take care of you."
"But…" Tonks protested as the veela pulled her off the bed.
"Shhh, let me take care of you." Fleur whispered and silenced and further protest with a kiss.
Tonks pouted, but allowed herself to be led over to a comfy armchair.
"Just relax." Fleur purred as she knelt between the metamorph's spread legs.
Tonks nodded and gasped lightly as the veela began to apply her skilled tongue to her honeypot, though her eyes drifted over to the action happening on the bed.
Harry had watched the near-argument with bemusement, not sure what he should be feeling as the three women decided, notably with no input from him, which one got priority use of his genitalia.
He scooted up on the bed as Luna joined him on it, staring at his erection with fascination. There was a vague notion of preventing this from happening in his intoxicated mind in order to help Luna keep her promise, but with the logic that only the intoxicated could muster, he reasoned that it wasn't his decision if Luna didn't want to keep it any more, disregarding the fact that Luna wasn't really thinking straight either.
Minor conflict resolved, he made no protest as she grabbed his shaft, touching, squeezing, pumping and giggling. Well used to Luna's quirks, he let her get it out of her system despite his impatience and sighed when she finally decided that she wanted a taste as well.
Of course, Luna had never given a blowjob before and was decidedly sub-par in comparison to Fleur's natural talent and enthusiasm or Septima and Narcissa's well trained, submissive oral servicing.
He made a vague determination to train her to do it properly, but that didn't help him now, so he interrupted her by pulling her further up his body.
"Enough foreplay, it's time for the main event." He said huskily.
Luna smiled a tad vapidly and positioned her entrance over his erection, slowly sliding down over it. Her hymen had long since been worn away by masturbation, fingering and the rigors of day to day life, but she was still a virgin and very tight as a result. Fortunately, Harry retained enough presence of mind to recall the need to be careful and let her go at her own pace. There was also no shortage of lubrication due to her arousal and sloppy attempt at a blowjob.
"Oh my." Luna breathed out once he was fully sheathed inside her. "This is nice."
"It'll be more than just nice." Harry murmured, deciding that Luna's first time was going to be an event worth remembering.
With that in mind, he cast one of his mainstay sexual spells, the one that echoed any sensation he felt in his member into a woman's erogenous zones. Despite his inebriation, the mental contortions required to cast the spell were so familiar by now that he could do it even in his current state. The only blunder he made was in amplitude, dialing it up way higher than he normally would so early on.
Luna shrieked in surprise as she started moving, caught completely by surprise by the sheer intensity of sensations ravaging her body.
Fleur removed her mouth from the delicious bounty of sexual fluids that the metamoprhmagus was providing and checked to see what was going on behind her. Seeing Luna impaled on Harry's tool made her grin widely, glad to see that finally happening. It also gave her an idea on how to move forward from here.
"Fleur!" Tonks whined, unhappy with the cessation of licking.
The veela was more than happy to dive back in, this time going in for the kill instead of prolonging things. It didn't take more than a few seconds before the metamorph was shuddering in orgasm.
"Wow." Tonks sighed contently, sinking into the armchair with her legs still splayed lewdly.
"Won't you give me something else to play with?" Fleur purred suggestively, mimicking a handjob just to make sure that there were no misunderstandings.
With the double layered fog of alcohol and lust clouding her brain, Tonks didn't even think to refuse and instead merely began willing her body to shift in accordance to the veela's wishes. The recently pleasured vagina slowly disappeared and the clitoris transformed into a large example of maleness, a heavy par of testicles swinging under it.
Futa jokes aside, Tonks had never tried sporting two sets of genitals at once and making the plumbing functional for it and was not up to experimenting in her current state, so she merely shifted her lower half into purely male.
Fleur was only mildly disappointed when she saw that, but it passed quickly when she saw her new plaything swing ponderously past her face.
" Magnifique ." She breathed, gripping the shaft to keep it still. It was bigger than Harry's, though that was quite the unfair comparison since it was adjustable. It was both bigger and smaller than everyone's. That made her giggle as she was reminded of something that Harry had once mentioned when he was explaining some obscure bit of magical theory, something about a man named Schrödinger.
Tonks groaned as the veela went to town on her new appendage, taking it all the way down her throat on the first try. Female bits definitely produced more intense sensations, but the male obsession with blowjobs was not unfounded.
Despite the intense desire burning in her belly to get at the metamorphmagus' discharge, Fleur forced herself to go slow enough to keep it from happening, reminding herself that she'd soon have all the semen she could want.
Her patience was rewarded when she heard Luna screaming out her orgasm to the backdrop of Harry's grunts as he discharged into her. She pulled her mouth away from the wonderfully large shaft with an effort and looked back at the bed to see what was happening.
Seeing Luna twitching on top of Harry and making little 'oh' sounds every once in a while convinced her that it was time to switch positions.
She got up, pulling the somewhat cross-eyed metamorphmagus with her and stepped towards the bed.
Harry had repositioned Luna onto her back by then, letting the dazed blonde get her breath back after her explosive orgasm.
"'Arry, what ' ave you done to the poor girl?" Fleur asked teasingly.
"Err, I may have gone a bit overboard with a spell." He admitted sheepishly. "I used that thing I do when I need to wear you out in a hurry."
Fleur's eyes widened. Veela had naturally higher sexual stamina than normal women, which often left them unsatisfied. Harry's little sensation sharing spell could work around that by blocking orgasm and then triggering multiple simultaneous ones. It was great for her, but to use it on a virgin… well it was no wonder that Luna looked completely out of it.
"Well, no matter. She still has something that I want." She said firmly, crawling between the newly deflowered girls' legs and beginning to slurp out what Harry had left there, moaning appreciatively at the mix of familiar fluids.
As a final touch, she wiggled her derriere at Harry and Tonks, using her fingers to spread her sopping wet lower lips in invitation. She didn't even care which one of them did it, as long as one did.
Harry quickly regained full hardness at the lewd display the veela was putting on and glanced at the uncertain looking metamorphmagus, who he noticed was also sporting a slightly ridiculous erection of her own. That was new.
"Errr, ladies first." He said chivalrously, though his primary concern was less chivalry than it was to keep his own orifices oriented away from that thing. He might be secure enough in his own sexuality to not freak out at the sight and proximity of male genitalia not his own, but he wasn't willing to turn his back to one.
"Damn straight." Tonks agreed distractedly, staring at the swaying veela arse with a lusty gleam. The interrupted blowjob had left her hankering to finish things and this was just what the doctor ordered.
Harry watched as Dora took a position behind Fleur, grabbed her thighs and slowly slid in to the offered orifice, both of them groaning all the way. His own member twitched insistently at the arousing sight.
Listening to his lower head had him taking position behind Dora and sliding a finger between her legs, looking for a place to park said lower head.
He frowned in confusion when he felt nothing but skin between her anus and testicles.
"Sorry, Harry. Kitty's not home right now." Tonks joked with an inebriated giggle in between thrusts.
Though Harry had managed to shake off some of the alcohol's effects by this point, he was still very far from fully sober and concluded, quite reasonably in his own opinion, that if one hole wasn't available another would have to do. He'd done anal plenty of times already after all.
This reasoning neglected the fact that he'd never done it with Dora, but there was a reason why intoxicated people were not known as good decision makers.
Tonks squeaked when she felt a finger being inserted into her arse.
"What are you doing?!" She moaned in a slightly higher pitch than normal, but didn't stop fucking Fleur.
A sensation that could only be described as a cool breeze blowing through her bowels made her squeak again. The finger was removed and a bulbous, slippery object was pressed against her rear opening immediately after.
"Open wide." Harry murmured into her ear.
Normally, Tonks would have protested, but this wasn't a normal situation. She was quite a bit hammered and extremely horny. Fleur's Allure was going at at full blast since she was gobbling down what Harry had left inside Luna and though none of the people sharing the bed with the veela could be rendered drooling idiots by it anymore, they were still susceptible to its ability to infame lust.
As a result, the idea of being fucked in the arse while she doggy-styled Fleur sounded just grand. So as Harry started pushing his lubricated shaft into her rectum, her body, always responsive to her moods, simply stretched to accomodate him.
Once he was fully inside, Harry let out a long rumble of satisfaction and reached past Dora to grip Fleur's thighs. Then he pulled the three of them together so that they were as close together as possible.
He instinctively reached out to perform the Joining, yet another thing he'd have never dared do so brazenly with Dora had he been completely sober.
Tonks felt him doing it, but didn't resist. It was like a familiar blanket that she had missed desperately without even knowing it being draped over her and she sighed happily at the sensation of belonging that had been absent from her life recently. She also felt Fleur eagerly meeting Harry, her own presence glowing bright and hot in comparison to his powerful, cool calm. Luna followed as well, far more easygoing and accepting, and currently also exhausted but happy.
The metamorphmagus wanted to participate too, reaching out inexpertly, offering up her own soul for the multi-partner Joining. She was frustratingly inept at it, but she felt Harry's powerful presence washing over her, gently bringing her into the merger.
All four now connected into an emotional feedback loop, they started to move again, quickly finding a rhythm that was equally enjoyable for all three. Luna was far too out of it to do anything but lay there while Fleur slurped her prize out.
They kept at it for another ten minutes or so, none of them eager to end it, but their bodies wouldn't be put off forever and their communal pleasure eventually peaked into a shared orgasm, leaving them shuddering in pleasure.
They stayed that way for a few more minutes, content to just enjoy the poist-coital bliss. They would have stayed longer, but Luna's presence drifted off into an exhausted sleep, breaking the status-quo.
"Wow." Tonks finally said with a shuddering sigh, feeling as if all was right in the world. The feeling of belonging was so soothing that she barely registered the sloppy mess in her bowels or her continued half-maleness. It was fine, everything was fine as long as they were together.
Harry made a wordless murmured into her ear and slowly, reluctantly, pulled away.
Once she wasn't trapped between Harry and Fleur anymore, Tonks pulled out as well, quirking a smile at the veela's mewl of protest.
"Haven't you had enough?" She asked, grinning a bit loopily as the euphoric sensation of the four-way Joining slowly dissipated.
Fleur turned and looked at the metamorphmagus with a gleam in her eye, taking that as a challenge.
"You've done it now." Harry said, shaking his head with a sigh.
"Done what?" Tonks asked, a bit confused.
Fleur took the opportunity to push her to the side so that she caught herself on her hands and knees.
"Hey!" Tonks protested, trying to get up, but the veela used Harry's teaching in Will Manifestation to force her to stay in position.
"I never 'ave enough." Fleur declared and dove for the metamorph's anus, slurping out Harry's leavings.
"Fleur, that's disgusting." Tonks moaned, but tellingly stopped trying to move.
"I don't see why, I cleaned out your arse before I went in and the conjured lubricant is more like spit than anything." Harry said with a shrug. He wasn't even surprised that Fleur would be willing to do eat arse just to get at some sperm. The veela was voracious in pursuit of her meals.
He felt his arousal returning once again as he watched Dora moan in respose to the attention, the cock she hadn't gotten a chance to get rid off also hardening again, especially once Fleur noticed and started stroking it.
Harry saw that Fleur was wiggling her own bum at him invitingly and knew what she wanted. He was just about to oblige her when he caught sight of the sex swing that Dora had given him as a birthday present two years ago and an idea formed. Fleur had been having it all her way for just a bit too long already.
He ignored the enticingly wiggling bum and went to the sex swing, adjusting the straps and the height so that it would be ready for what he had in mind. Once he was done, he returned to Fleur's rear end and stuck a finger into her anus, casting the usual cleaning spell to remove waste and then loading her up with lubricant.
He could tell she was getting excited, but Harry limited himself to some light teasing and pulled her away from Dora's arse once he felt she was ready.
"'Arry." She predictably complained at being interrupted from her meal, though she did take a moment to wipe her mouth.
Harry didn't listen and marched her over to the sex swing.
"Oh, you had an idea?" She purred, no longer resisting.
"Mhm." Harry confirmed, settling her in so that she was held upright with her legs spread and her arms bound above her head. He called to the panting metamorph once he was done. "Dora, get over here."
Tonks had of course been watching this with interest, privately pleased that her gift was getting used. When Harry called her over, she got off the bed, the once again fully erect, temporary male appendage swinging sideways ponderously.
"You remember what we talked about over the mirrors a few weeks ago?" Harry asked, grinning.
Tonks struggled to recall what he was talking about past the intoxication and the lust and in the end simply nodded even though she had no idea what he was referring to.
"Well you already took the front, so now it's my turn. You take the back." Harry instructed, gesturing for her to move to the veela's backside.
Said veela had caught on to Harry's intention and was squirming eagerly in her restraints.
Tonks grinned a tad goofily at the idea and did as he said, positioning herself at Fleur's back entrance.
"Be gentle with me, Nymmie." Fleur moaned as felt the crown pushing up against her anus.
Tonks groaned with every inch. No matter how well Harry had lubricated it, it was still a very tight fit.
"Well done." Harry complimented once she was all the way inside and positioned himself at Fleur's front. "Hold her steady now."
His entrance was much easier, but it still left Fleur gasping for air as she felt the two male members grinding against each other through the thin walls of flesh that separated her vaginal canal and bowels.
"Alright, and now for the finishing touch…" Harry murmured, preparing a spell.
"What did you cast?" Tonks asked curiously as she felt the spell settle in.
"Sensation Echo." Harry explained with a smirk. "What we feel, Fleur will feel, in addition to her own sensations of course."
"Nice." Tonks grinned back at him.
They started moving, quickly settling into an easy rhythm where one pushed in just as the other was pulling out.
This had the effect of rapidly rendering the helpless veela insensinate, able to do little else besides gasp for air as her body was overloaded with sensation.
When Harry felt his third climax of the night approaching, he decided to be a bit cheeky and reached around the suspended veela to grab Dora by the buttcheeks, pulling her forward so that the rhythm was thrown off and both of them slammed as deep into Fleur as possible and climaxed inside her together.
Fleur let out a screech that was more avian than human and convulsed wildly in her bindings. Then her eyes rolled up into her head and she slumped into unconsciousness.
"Well, that usually takes a lot more effort to achieve." Harry panted, pulling out.
"Is she going to be alright?" Tonks asked, looking at the thoroughly defiled veela with worry.
"She'll be fine." Harry said dismissively. "Might get even more perverse though."
Tonks giggled and helped him take her down from the sex swing.
One she was untied Harry carried his conked out lover back to the bed, where his other conked out lover was already sleeping. He'd felt Luna briefly wake up at Fleur's orgasmic scream, but she had fallen back into unconsciousness already.
"Damn, what a night." Tonks yawned, exhaustion creeping up on her as well. She had already put away the cock and was once again sporting her proper parts.
Harry had noticed these proper parts and felt himself getting hard yet again, recalling that he hadn't had the opportunity to avail himself of them yet.
Tonks saw the obvious signs of his arousal and could hardly believe her eyes. "Harry, you can't be serious."
"No, he's dreaming of veela a few rooms down the hall. I'm Harry." He punned and kissed her while she was busy groaning at the overused joke.
Without really giving her a chance to speak any further, Harry maneouvered her onto the bed and settled himself between her legs.
"But I'm tired." She made a last ditch effort to protest once he was poised at her entrance.
"I'll do all the work. Just relax." He said and kissed her again, reaching out to perform the Joining once more.
Tonks moaned as he slipped into her, the familiar blanket of his presence washing away all concern with the sheer rightness of it.
August 1st.
The moment she woke up, Nymphadora Tonks felt supremely cozy. Her head was pillowed on a lovely male chest and there was a supple female body pressed up against her back.
The pleasant lassitude was unfortunately transient however. Her bladder was demanding relief, her mouth was dry and her head had started pounding as soon as consciousness returned fully. The unpleasant feeling of dried semen between her legs also reminded her of last night's debauchery and the gentle lovemaking it had ended with. She'd already been so tired by then, but Harry had been as insistent as ever and had not stopped until he was satisfied. He'd even managed to get one final orgasm out of her.
She dealt with this situation in a mature manner befitting a member of the Auror Corps, namely by hiding her face in Harry's chest. You'd think I would learn my lesson about drinking around these people after what happened last year, but noooo, Dora is surely far too clever to jump into an orgy after a few drinks. How did I even manage to become an adult with this kind of crappy self-control?
"Wakey wakey, Dora." Harry sang teasingly. "I have a Hangover Potion with your name on it."
That was enticement enough to at least get her to stop hiding. If nothing else, it would get rid of the headache.
She grabbed the vial as it was presented to her and chugged the disgusting brew without looking any of her bedmates in the eye. The headache quickly cleared, but the bladder problem was still there.
"Be right back, bathroom." She muttered, shuffling out of the bed and towards the restroom.
After a brief stop at the sink to drink some water and wash the taste out of her mouth, she slumped on the toilet with her head in her hands.
Alright, I had an orgy with Harry and his girlfriends, now what?
Her first impulse was to have another one, much to the metamorph's consternation. It had just been so good . And it felt so right too. She knew that Harry had done the Joining with her again, but more than that, he had guided her to reciprocate, which she had done eagerly. The pervasive sense of rightness and beloging had filled her with such happiness at the time that she couldn't help wanting to experience it again. All the reasons she tried to think of for why it was a bad idea seemed downright silly in comparison.
With her business finished, Tonks decided to metaphorically man up and face the music. Hiding in the bathroom certainly wasn't going to solve anything. Right after a quick wash of her crotch of course.
All three of them were still in the bed when she returned to the bedroom, though only Harry and Fleur were awake. They both patted an empty spot between them in a clear invitation to join them.
With a shrug, Tonks went for it. It was a bit late to be holding back anyway.
Something caught her eye before she could though.
There was a new scar right in the middle of Harry's forehead, far too ornate to be accidental. On a second glance, he had another pair of circular scars on his temples as well. That suddenly brought back the memory of a sense of confusion when she ran her hands over his back last night, feeling more scars. She'd been too tired and drunk to think about it then, but now it was all coming back.
"Harry, where did you get those scars?" She asked slowly, pointing a finger at his forehead.
"Ah, you can see them then?" He asked with a sigh. "I figured you might be able to after Joining with me last night. I'll tell you about them later, for now, why don't we talk about more immediate issues?"
Though she wanted to press the issue, Tonks nodded anyway. As long as he would tell her, then she could wait.
As she settled back against his chest, she noted that it was also littered with scars of all sorts, something that was starting to be rather alarming. It didn't take a genius to guess that they must be the results of a Blood Magic ritual and she had the distinct suspicion that this was one of those secrets he'd kept from her while they'd been together.
"You alright?" Harry asked once she was settled in.
Tonks was about to answer, but was cut off because Luna chose that particular moment to wake up. The last vial of Hangover Potion was supplied to her, and then she lay on her back and looked at the ceiling.
"I broke my promise." Luna stated. There was neither anger nor sadness in it, just a flat statement of fact.
"Sorry." Harry said a tad sheepishly.
"It wasn't your faut, I was the one that put your penis in my vagina." She shrugged.
"You were drunk." Tonks offered, trying to be helpful.
"Yes." Luna acknowledged. "Well, nothing for it now. Did you get your turn with Harry's penis, Nymphadora? My memory is a bit fuzzy after he gave me such a wonderful orgasm."
" Oui, she got it in the butt." Fleur laughed.
Tonks flushed bright red, hair and all.
"That sounds nice." Luna said happily and then pouted. "But this means I'm the only one that didn't get it up the butt yet. Harry, you have to put it in my butt too."
"All in good time." Harry sighed.
"I am just glad 'Arry and I practiced a lot." Fleur said, the wince audible in her voice. "Did you really 'ave to make it so big, Nymmie? I'm still sore."
"You deserve it for getting me drunk, don't think I haven't figured out that you bitches did it just to get me into bed with you." Tonks huffed.
"Your were too skittish." Fleur asserted haughtily. "If we left it up to you and 'Arry, you would still be circling around each other three years from now."
The worst part was that the overly smug veela was probably right. Harry would never make the first move out of respect for her choices, and she'd keep shying away because of how things had ended last time.
"At least tell me that the Joining won't affect me anymore?" She asked in defeat, tacitly admitting that she wasn't too upset.
"You felt it last night, didn't you?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. "You had a clear sense of yourself in relation to us. A soul aware of itself can't be subverted from the outside."
As if to emphasise his point, he wrapped his magic around her and Tonks felt it clearly. It was pure essence of Harry, calm and powerful and full of fondness for her, all the barbs and sharp edges of his personality turned away, poised to defend rather than threaten. It was there, but she could ignore it if she wanted to. It was no longer the insidious, invisible shadow that had once frightened her so much.
"Yeah, I guess I did." She sighed and snuggled into him, smiling when Fleur did the same to her back.
"This is going to be so great." Luna said happily. "I look forward to licking your vagina, Nymphadora."
"Um, thanks?" How do you even respond to that?
"You're welcome." Luna replied graciously.
"And I look forward to getting an extra treat in the mornings." Fleur chuckled.
"What?"
"Yeah, be prepared to change your wake-up routine to involve a blowjob." Harry explained with a resigned sigh. "She'll just stalk you until you give her what she wants otherwise."
Tonks blinked. Seriously?
"Don't act like you don't enjoy it." Fleur sniffed disdainfully.
"I never said I don't, but you're worse than a mosquito sometimes."
"Hmph."
Tonks decided to change the subject before she found out about any more odd dynamics that this group engaged in.
"So, about these scars…"
"Ooh, wait for me before you start explaining that!" Luna piped up. "I just need to go pee real quick."
"Sure." Harry agreed.
The talk about his rune scars was long and lasted well into the morning, long enough that Fleur and Luna had lost interest and wandered off to do their own thing. Tonks had agreed not to talk about them to anyone, though she had no shortage of questions.
"Were things really so bad that you felt like you needed to do this to yourself?" She asked sadly, running her fingers over the line of scars that followed his spine.
"No, but I was impatient and wanted as much power as possible, as quickly as possible." Harry admitted. "I'd been feeling trapped in one way or another for pretty much my whole life and when I cooked up this idea for a ritual over the course of my first year, it was just too tempting to ignore."
He sighed heavily and decided that he might as well tell her everything. "Even then, I would have probably chickened out at the last moment if not for the prophecy."
Tonks froze. "What prophecy?"
" The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies… " Harry recited from memory.
"But he's dead, Voldemort is dead." She said tremulously. Being around Harry had cured her of the social conditioning about the Dark Lord's chosen name, but the thought of him still being alive was no less frightening.
"No, not quite." Harry disagreed. "He made Horcruxes, soul anchors. As long as even a single one of those exists, he can never completely die."
"How many does he have?" Tonks asked, swallowing heavily.
"I don't know." He admitted with a sigh. "I've destroyed three so far, and it could be all of them for all I know, but I doubt it."
"We have to find them, if we talk to Bonesy…"
"No, we can't talk to anyone in the Ministry." Harry cut her off. "What do you think they would do if they found out there was a prophecy and that Voldemort was still alive? They might refuse to believe it and do nothing aside from alerting his followers. Even if they did it would cause nothing but trouble, because they might try to control me, thinking it was for the best. Even without that, I don't want any of his followers to have confirmation that he's still around and getting ideas about resurrecting him."
Tonks wanted to argue the point, but she knew he was right. The Ministry leaked information like a sieve. Bones could keep a secret, but if she tried to get anyone to help on tracking down these Horcruxes, then word would get out and they would have even bigger problems.
"How can you even be sure that the prophecy is real?" She asked, hoping to disprove it herself.
"I'm not." Harry admitted. "Dumbledore told it to me after I inadvertently tricked him into it back at the end of my first year, but I've grown to distrust him since then. The fact that Voldemort went after me and my parents as soon as he heard it and I ended up marked makes me think he was telling the truth though."
"You never went to check in the Department of Mysteries?"
"If I knew that I could walk in there with nobody knowing it I would, but keeping the prophecy secret is more important than confirming its veracity. For now at least."
"The DoM relies mostly on spells for security." Tonks said, biting her lip. "They're researchers more than anything else."
"That's interesting… Maybe I'll go take a little stealth trip down there one day soon."
Tonks nodded, knowing that she had just enabled him to do something that would have earned her a severe reprimand at the Auror Office, but this was more important than the Ministry's bureaucratic bullshit.
"What have you been doing about it so far?"
"Like I said, I destroyed three of his Horcruxes, but I have no leads on any others." Harry admitted. "Dumbledore might, but he hoards information like a miser and is too passive besides. I don't know what kind of plan he has, if he even has one, and you'd have more luck trying to get blood out of a stone than getting him to talk about it anyway. I've decided to just ignore him and work on another angle. If I can't prevent Voldemort from coming back, then I'll take his legs out from under him before he does."
"What do you mean?"
"You remember the disappearances of Walden Macnair and the Carrow twins?"
Tonks froze again. Oh yes, she remembered. "Harry, what did you do?"
"I abducted them from their homes, interrogated them and killed them."
"You murdered them?" She asked in horror.
"I prefer to think of it as pre-emptive self-defense." Harry said with gallows humor.
"This isn't funny!" She snapped. "You can't just go around murdering people. Fuck, I should be arresting you right now."
"Dora," He cut her off gently. "Macnair and the Carrows were monsters. Macnair abducted someone every six months or so, then he set them loose in the forest around his house and hunted them for sport. The Carrows kept their heads down the past decade and a half, but while Voldemort was alive they thought torturing, raping and killing muggleborns and their families was great fun. If Dumbledore wasn't so limp-wristed, he would have made sure that their heads rolled after Voldemort fell, but he decided to let them buy and bluff their way to freedom. You remember the basilisk episode? That was Lucius Malfoy's doing. He slipped one of Voldemort's Horcruxes into Ginny's bookbag so that it would possess her, which it did and used her body to open the Chamber of Secrets. That wouldn't have happened if he'd been executed after the war like he should have been. Do you really want these people to still be breathing if Voldemort manages to return himself to physical form?"
Tonks swallowed. Obviously she didn't, but she was supposed to uphold the law, not vigilantism.
But… she had been eight years old when Voldemort was defeated, old enough to remember the terror that everyone had lived in even if she hadn't fully understood it at the time. She remembered the relief on her parents' faces every time they came home from their muggle jobs and saw that they hadn't been attacked. She remembered the huddling over the newspaper, checking to see if anyone they knew had been killed. Anything was justified if it kept those days from coming back.
"What are you planning to do?" She asked shakily, needing to hear it.
"I'm going to kill them all, and if I get really lucky one or more of them will have been entrusted with Horcruxes just like Malfoy."
Tonks stayed quiet for a long time, trying to resolve the conflict she found herself in. From a legal perspective, Harry was a murderer that needed to be brought to justice. As an auror, that's what she should be doing.
But if Voldemort was still out there, and she had no doubt that Harry was telling the truth because he wouldn't make something like this up, then neutralising his followers before he came back would be crucial. The legalities of it seemed petty and unimportant in comparison, especially with how many of death eaters had walked free after the war on the flimsiest of excuses. If she could travel back in time and kill Voldemort before he became the monster whose name people were afraid to speak, she would do it. It would be murder, yes, but sometimes the ends did justify the means.
"Do Fleur and Luna know about this?" She asked, trying to delay the choice she knew she would have to make soon.
"Of course, Fleur is even insisting that she wants to help."
Tonks closed her eyes. Of course she was, far be it from the fiery veela to flinch away from a little blood if that was what it took to get what she wanted. And Luna would probably be more put out if there was no pudding for dessert than she was about Harry killing people.
"What about Sirius, does he know?"
"No." Harry sighed. "Sirius means well and I'm sure he'd help, but he's proven to be an information leak in the past and his Occlumency isn't that great. It was pure dumb luck that Adrastia didn't ask about anything that would have made him blab about the Horcruxes or the prophecy while she had him by the bollocks."
"What does Zabini know then?" She asked in alarm.
"A lot more than I'm comfortable with, but we can talk about her later."
"Right, later. What about Penny and Narcissa?"
"Penny doesn't, but Narcissa was the one who pointed out Macnair and the Carrows to me as easy pickings."
Of course she did, her aunt was completely devoted to Harry now. It was almost poetically symmetrical from her point of view, one aunt fanatical in her devotion to Voldemort and the other to Harry.
"Alright, I'm in." She whispered. There was really nothing else to say, her discomfort at the idea of murdering the Death Eaters wasn't important in the face of what would happen if Voldemort returned and had that support base to draw on. She knew far too well how deeply entrenched they were in the government.
"You don't have to." Harry said sympathetically. "I can certainly understand if the thought of what I'm planning makes you squeamish."
But Tonks shook her head, refusing the way out. "No, if I'm going to ignore the law and let you kill people then I'm damn well going to participate. I'll just drive myself crazy wondering if you're going after the wrong ones otherwise."
"Alright." Harry nodded. He couldn't just stay on the sidelines while stuff was happening either. Stuff relevant to him that was. "If it makes you feel any better, I think Amelia Bones will be happy when she sees the Death Eaters dying."
"What?!" Tonks exclaimed incredulosuly.
"They killed her brother and his family and I got a distinct feeling of satisfaction from her at Malfoy's death." He explained. "I even sent her a bottle of Firewhiskey afterwards and she never called me out on it."
Tonks shook her head, trying to reconcile the image of the scrupulously fair Amelia Bones condoning murder, even privately. Then again, she was a person just like anyone else and thinking back, Bonesy had seemed a bit disinterested in the disappearances of Macnair and the Carrows.
"So, um, who's next then?" She asked awkwardly.
"Fenrir Greyback. He's not in Britain right now, but I'm hoping that this werewolf legislation draws him back."
Well, at least it's someone that nobody can say doesn't deserve it . Tonks thought to herself. Greyback was one of the worst examples of a werewolf and a large part of the reason that the prejudice against them was so strong in Britain.
August 4th.
Over the past few days, Harry brought Tonks up to speed on everything, including the fact that one of the Horcruxes had been inside his head. She'd been appropriately horrified by that.
She had learned to distrust Dumbledore nearly as much as he did as well, acknowledging that the old wizard had probably known about that particular issue. That he hadn't said anything about it didn't paint a very good picture.
With Dora's help, his own substantial abilities and the most powerful invisibility cloak ever made, Harry had been able to break into the DoM and make off with the prophecy with almost insulting ease. If he'd known it was this easy he'd have done it a long time ago. Finding the right prophecy orb had been by far the hardest task simply because Harry hadn't dared use any spells to help him search for it while down there.
" The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies… " Sybill Trelawney's voice, made harsh while in the grip of prophecy, faded away, leaving four people looking thoughtful.
"Well, I guess that confirms that." Harry said grimly.
"Can we really put any faith in it though?" Fleur said skeptically. "Prophecies 'ave always sounded a bit fanciful to me."
Harry shook his head. "I thought they were a load of shite myself, but every bit of research I've done on the subject concludes that prophecies are in fact a thing. They have limits of course. They're always local for one, meaning that only things that are important to the oracle speaking it are mentioned. You'll never hear an oracle from India talking about stuff that only affects America for example, not unless they have personal interests in America at least. The final commonality is that the oracles are always, always, mentally fragile people."
"And all this means… what?" Fleur pressed.
"There are several ways of looking at prophecy. The most obvious is that events are set in stone and that the prophecy is only reporting them, but this is unlikely. Prophecies are always far too general with very few specifics for that. Note that the only specific bit of information this one has is that the Dark Lord has to die at my hand or vice versa and even that can be stretched if you squint. It gives no timeline or method, only reports that we will be mortal enemies."
"What other ways are there? To look at a prophecy I mean." Tonks asked curiously.
"The mere concept of prophecy infringes on free will, but it wouldn't be the only piece of magic to do that. The curse on the DADA position is a good example with the way it contrives to get rid of the sitting professor every year without fail. If free will is not unlimited it then follows that magic does or can be used to impose a certain level of predestination. Perhaps time is cyclical, repeating in vast, endless loops and the future knowledge can slip into the minds of oracles through the cracks in their psyches in the form of prophecy. Perhaps they glimpse at events in parallell universes and report on them. Perhaps certain wizards and witches are sufficiently powerful to leave a deep enough impression in the timestream for an oracle to perceive their existence and flashes of their possible actions before they happen. The last theory seems the most sensible to me and fits the most facts."
"Are you sure you aren't just stroking your own ego?" Tonks asked jokingly.
"I have you girls to stroke my ego." Harry deadpanned in reply.
"I should hope so!" Fleur added with faux offense. "I don't think I would be able to live with the shame if you still felt the need to stroke yourself."
"It would make it harder for him to take care of us too." Luna nodded to herself.
Harry decided to interrupt before they could get any further off track. "Anyway, yes, I am sure that I'm not just tooting my own horn. We as humans are limited beings that can only perceive time in a linear fashion, but the reality isn't nearly that simple and magic transcends the normal boundaries of the Universe anyway. The matter isn't germane in any event. Our problems aren't the why and how of prophecy but the subjects of it."
"Right, Voldemort and his Death Eaters." The metamorphmagus said, nodding.
"The prophecy being true and confirmed changes nothing." Fleur noted with a slow nod of her own. "They would 'ave been our enemies no matter what."
"It makes me feel better about planning to kill them." Tonks admitted.
"I have something for all of you that will me feel better." Harry said, getting all three girls' attention. "Kreacher, could you bring the presents please?"
The old house elf popped in and deposited three large boxed on the floor. "Here you go, Master."
"Thank you, Kreacher." Harry said and started distrubuting the boxes according to the names on them.
"What's this?" Tonks asked, curiously.
"Open it."
She did so and gasped at the sight of the basilisk hide, a coat like his and a pair of boots.
"Harry, this is too much. I was just messing with you when I kept demanding that you give me basilisk hide boots."
"I know, but I've had all this extra basilisk hide lying around and figured I might as well put it to use. At first I was waiting for Luna to reach full size, but it's becoming clear that she's always going to be a midget." Harry teased. At 5'2" and some change, Luna was just over a whole foot shorter than him.
"I like being small, I can always be the little spoon when we cuddle." Luna said with a smile.
" Touché ." Fleur laughed.
"Anyway, I was originally going to wait until I could say that you had nothing more to learn from me before giving these to you, but it seemed stupid to hold off on it when they might save your lives one day, so I put out the order to have them made when we got back from America." Harry admitted.
"It is a magnificent gift." Fleur said, stepping over to give him a kiss, which led to the other two also giving him one.
"It's heavier than I thought." Tonks said after trying the coat on, stretching her arms out to test the weight.
"I know, not exactly an item for casual wear, but it might even block a Killing Curse or two. Maybe."
"I think I'll stick to dodging where Killing Curses are involved."
"Smart girl."
August 7th.
With the many things going on over the past week, it was perhaps understandable that Tonks had not thought of one particular issue, but she still felt quite a bit stupid when she saw her aunt giving Harry a longing look after dinner.
A lot had happened in the past week; Joining a four-way relationship, learning about Voldemort, the prophecy, stealing from the DoM and plots to murder death eaters. There was also a sense of contentment and belonging in the background of it all, but that was no excuse to forget that your man was fucking several women on the side. Women that weren't Fleur and Luna that was, those two were fine since she was fucking them too.
It did feel a bit strange to have agreed to Harry's plans of systematic mass murder yet be worrying about who he had sex with, but that was how it was. The situation was unorthodox enough that Tonks decided against confronting Harry about it directly and went to talk to Fleur instead.
Of course, Fleur was a veela and had a rather different set of opinions on the matter than one could reasonably expect from a human…
"Why does this bother you?" Fleur asked, baffled. "I can sort of understand when it is just two people, even if it is dumb, but there are four of us. Why does it matter if 'Arry fucks Narcissa and Septima and whoever else?"
"Why does this not bother you?" Tonks asked back, equally baffled. "Yes, there's four of us, but we're like a unit. Why should Harry need more women?"
"Who said anything about need?" Fleur frowned in confusion. "He fucks them for fun, or in Narcissa's case, to reward 'er."
"Aren't we enough fun ?" Tonks asked hotly.
"You can never 'ave enough fun!"
"In this case you definitely can!"
Fleur bit down on the remark that nearly passed her lips, realising just in time that it would only serve to pointlessly escalate the situation. Much as her first impulse was to browbeat the metamorphmagus into giving up this ridiculous notion that being in a relationship with someone gave you ownership of their sexuality, she knew it wouldn't work. Being around Harry and Luna for so long had spoiled her a little and she'd nearly forgotten how silly most humans were.
Nymphadora would have to be eased into it or else she would walk out on them and Fleur had not expended all that effort bringing her into the fold only for that to happen.
So she took a deep breath, took the tense metamorphmagus by the hand and started leading her away.
"Come, let's go talk to 'Arry."
They found him in the study, working with Narcissa on the speech he would use to address the Wizengamot when he presented his werewolf legislation. Luna was there too, apparently just listening.
He smiled at them as they entered and seemed to notice that something was up.
"We'll finish this later, Cissy." He said to the older witch.
"Of course, my lord." Narcissa said deferentially and quickly left the room.
Harry moved from behind his large desk and sat in an armchair instead, not wanting this conversation to have the distance that the desk created. Fleur sat herself on one of the arms while Luna joined the stiff Tonks on the couch across form it.
"So, what's up?" Harry prompted.
"Nymmie has a concern." She said, making an airy hand gesture.
Tonks briefly glared at the veela before speaking, for some reason feeling as if she had just been mildly insulted.
"Are you going to keep sleeping with other women?" She said, looking at him with a challenging lift to her chin.
"Ah, I've been waiting for this to come up." Harry nodded.
"You were waiting?" Tonks blinked at the unexpected reply.
"Yes, I didn't honestly expect it to take this long before you brought it up. I was starting to wonder if Fleur or Luna had somehow managed to get you to loosen up without telling me."
"Loosen up?" Tonks repeated dangerously.
Harry remained unintimidated. "Yes, loosen up. Do you know where the idea of sexual fidelity comes from?"
"I don't really care." She replied mulishly.
"Humor me?"
"Fine. No, I don't know where it comes from."
"It's primarily rooted in three notions. The first is that sleeping with someone else makes you used goods, the second is that doing so is a reflection of one's thoughts on the person or persons they are in a relationship with and the third is so that the father knows the child is really his. All three are a product of the human ego and are either objectively irrelevant to our situation or outright fallacious. The widespread use of women as bargaining chips in marriage alliances throughout history reinforced this sort of thinking and made everything else 'morally deviant'. Magical society has a lesser version of this both because witches are just as capable of killing as wizards in comparison to mundane men and women - where the power balance has always been more lopsided - and because it never had the Catholic Church stirring shit like the mundane one did and still does, but the core principle is the same."
"So, what? I should let you fuck whoever you want to rebel against society?" Tonks asked sarcastically. "There's already four of us in this relationship, what more could you want?"
"You're missing the point."
"Then explain it to me."
"Me sleeping with other women isn't an indicator that you three aren't enough. In fact, it doesn't reflect on you at all. I sleep with Narcissa to keep her as my happy servant instead of a bitter enemy and to reward her for good behavior. Septima is just playtime, pure and simple, like chess but with more sweat."
"We are still waiting for you to share 'er by the way." Fleuir reminded him.
"Yes, when do we get to play detention with Professor Vector?" Luna added brightly.
Tonks was feeling personally attacked by this point and lashed out in the same way that she had against Fleur earlier. "What if I wanted to have a one night stand with some random guy then, would you be okay with that?"
She had been expecting him to try rationalising why it was fine for him to have women on the side, but her having men wasn't. To her surprise though, he simply nodded.
"I would be okay with that, if I was bisexual I would even suggest that you bring him to our bed so that we could all play with him. Feel free to do that with women by the way, but only as long as they're witches since Fleur isn't attracted to mundanes. In any event, I won't care if you want to amuse yourself with someone else on the side. I won't think of you as used or damaged goods and I won't take it as a personal insult if you do. I know this isn't the way things usually are, but I respect you too much to dictate how and with whom you're allowed to use your genitals."
"This is all so backwards!" Tonks moaned, hiding her face in her hands. She didn't even want to have anyone on the side to amuse herself with! A large part of the reason that she had accepted being part of this foursome was because all her other attempts at romance had been so damned disappointing in comparison. The way Harry worded it made her seem petty and unreasonable, imposing limits on his personal freedoms while he ended up looking like a damned saint that wouldn't think any less of her for doing as she pleased.
" Non, this is how it should be." Fleur said insistently.
"So you go around screwing whoever catches your eye too then?" Tonks asked, staring at the veela.
"There were a few I might 'ave sported with, but it seemed like such a poor use of time to bother with them when I could just go to 'Arry instead. Most wizards are only good at drooling on themselves and ejaculating prematurely when faced with a veela's passion." Fleur said smugly, grinning at Harry.
"Whereas I make you work for it?" Harry drolled.
She grinned wider. " Oui, and the prize at the end is much sweeter."
"So Harry is the only one actually sleeping around?" Tonks asked a bit sourly.
"I only mentioned wizards." Fleur replied slyly. "There is my mother of course, but I also 'ave a friend and cousin back in France, another veela, that I dally with when I visit my parents and sister." She admitted with another small grin. "I like to drive 'er green with envy with stories of 'Arry's prowess and stamina."
Tonks shook her head, still finding it hard to wrap her head around the bizarre, from her point of view, familial relationships of veela.
"That's mean." Luna said with a disapproving frown. "We should visit France one day and make it up to her."
"Hmph, we should move to France." Fleur sniffed. "It is much nicer than Britain."
"We're not moving to France." Harry rolled his eyes.
"But why not? Nymmie is one of us now and I'm sure she could join the French Aurors if she wanted to." The veela said a tad petulantly.
"Woah, woah, woah, hang on a second. Why would my joining of this relationship be a factor for moving to France? I'd think it would be the the way around."
"Fleur." Harry said sharply just as she was about to answer, making the veela jump and give him a frustrated look, but she stopped talking.
"Harry, what is she talking about?" Tonks asked sweetly.
Harry released an aggravated sigh, threw a quick glare at Fleur and looked at her squarely.
"I don't have much reason to stay in Britain." He began. "The legacies and prestige of the Houses Potter and Black don't mean anything to me and the politics connected to them are annoying. The country is full of sheep, most of which don't even deserve to have the magic they were born with. There was a point at which I was seriously considering moving to Greenland and doing my own thing, prophecy be damned. It would have to sort itself out eventually anyway."
"Trust you to pick a frozen wasteland instead of somewhere nice." Fleur muttered.
Harry only briefly smirked at her remark before continuing. "The only things really keeping me here are the fact that the Death Eaters are a problem I'd prefer to deal with now rather than later and… you."
"Me?" Tonks repeated in surprise.
"Yes, you. Luna has nothing left tying her here and Fleur never shuts up about France."
Fleru squawked indignantly, but Harry just kept on talking without paying her any mind.
"Sirius would go wherever I go, Narcissa and Septima I would sooner advise to leave as well rather than stay for their sakes. Same goes for Penny, Bryanna and Tiana, I'd help them get out of the country if things really went to shit, but I wouldn't fight a war for them. You, Dora, are the only person I have enough of an emotional investment in to stay in Britain for."
"Oh." Tonks said quietly, digesting that surprise reveal. "Why didn't you want me to know?"
"Because he's a doody-head." Luna chimed in.
"Thank you, Luna, for that detailed analysis." Harry said sarcastically.
"You're welcome." She replied brightly.
"She is right though." Fleur weighed in, her eyes filled with a vengeful gleam, probably because of that remark about her never shutting up earlier. "You would sooner spend years teaching her your hard-won knowledge of magic as a way of fixing your mistake with the Joining rather than simply admitting that you still love 'er."
"Love me?" Tonks repeated in shock. Sure, they had a nice thing going once and the past week had been simply wonderful, but it was a little early for that, wasn't it?
"What else would you call it?" Fleur said with a snort. "'E may be useless at figuring out 'is emotions just like most men, but 'is actions speak for themselves. When you two broke things off, I tried everything I could to focus 'is complete attention on me, things that would 'ave any other man on his knees begging for a pat on the head, but 'e never forgot you and shared one of the only things 'e values both to keep you close and as an apology. Eventually I decided that Luna had the right of it and that you needed to be included. It 'elped that I like you as well."
Tonks turned her eyes towards Harry and saw him actually looking like the teenager he was for once, all awkward and uncomfortable.
"Is it true?" She asked softly.
Harry gave a little shrug. "I do care about you a great deal. I wouldn't have started teaching just anyone."
"And the thing about it being an apology for using the Joining on me?"
"It was that too. I knew how much it unnerved you, so I thought that gaining an immunity to it would put you at ease."
"Harry, I forgave you for that a long time ago." She was still kind of touched though.
"But you never fully relaxed around me again either, not until a week ago."
Tonks couldn't deny that. She hadn't even realised that there had been a constant tension between them until it was suddenly gone. Maybe because it had been disguised under the sexual tension.
"Anyway, we've drifted off topic." Harry said, clearly eager to move on to something else. "We were talking about having sex with people outside the four of us. Dora, I know this might not be how you expected or wanted it to be, but being restrictive simply isn't going to work. Just the fact that this is a four-way relationship already works against it, Fleur won't go for it, Luna doesn't want to go for it and I'm no longer capable of seeing sex with a third party - or fifth in our case - as a betrayal of our bond."
Well, that was as plain an answer as she was ever going to get. It was either accept it or break things off. Again. She was hardly a stranger to the idea of an open relationship, but Tonks was a bit of a romantic at heart and had always had certain notions on what comprised an ideal relationship.
None of the other three were particularly romantic though. You could never be sure what went on in Luna's head except that it wasn't going to be what one could consider normal, Fleur saw sex on the same level as daily exercise and Harry was cynical, pragmatic and unsentimental. He hadn't contradicted Fleur's claim that he loved her, but it was not in the way that she had once dreamed of as a teenaged girl.
Did it really matter though? It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd needed to adapt her preconceptions to reality and she had been very happy with the unorthodox four-way relationship this past week. The thought of going back to being single was not at all appealing and really, a foursome was already pretty open.
I need time to think . Tonks realised. Yes, a few days to process and let things settle were in order. That would give her time to sort out how she felt about all this.
"Could you do me a favor?" She finally spoke.
"Alright." Harry agreed without even asking what the favor was first, which she knew was not something he generally did.
"Could you hold off on sleeping with any other women while I think about all of this?"
"Sure."
August 10th.
"There, see how the magic flows? Now think 'push' and try to focus it as tightly as you can." Harry instructed.
"But what if I hurt you?" Tonks asked nervously.
"You won't." He assured. "You don't have the skill to overpower me yet, so just give it your best shot."
Tonks exhaled, resettled her position, closed her eyes and focused. She placed her hands as if holding a ball in front of her as a means of helping her visualise the magic she was trying to mould.
Achieving the proper mindset took several long minutes, minutes spent trying to get her magic to move. Harry's presence was always there to guide her, a vague feeling of 'yes, that's it' and 'no, not that' directing her efforts.
Finally she managed it and reached a state where she was simultaneously one with her emotions and divorced from them. There was an ephemeral sense of limitless possibility, which she quickly directed into a violent push towards Harry.
It ruffled his hair slightly.
"I did it!" Tonks cheered despite the unimpressive results and leaned down to kiss her lover, squashing her bare breasts against his scarred chest.
"That you did, well done." He complimented once his lips were free.
Tonks sighed happily and snuggled into him, giving a delighted shiver as he lightly ran his fingers across her bare back.
"This has got to be the strangest way of teaching magic ever." She said with a chuckle as she felt his member twitch inside her.
"If it works it works. " He shrugged. The line between Sex Magic and Blood Magic was a lot thinner than one might think. The friction of penetration caused enough microscopic wounds to initiate a Blood Linking and paved the way for a full Spell Meld, plus the added intimacy implicit in sex. It was a recent experiment on Harry's part, but so far it was working wonders as a teaching tool.
"Did you teach Fleur like this too?" She asked idly.
"Yeah right." Harry snorted. "Fleur would never be able to focus on anything like this. I have started doing it with Luna though."
Tonks hummed noncommittally and used her Metamorph talent to start stimulating his member without having to move. She was more in the mood for a cuddle than a shag right now, but still wanted to please him. This way, they could have both.
Harry groaned slightly as he felt the muscle contractions that only a metamorphmagus could really accomplish. Being able to sense her mood clear as day, he was content to just lie under her and enjoy it.
"Harry, I've been thinking…" She said after a few minutes, drawing circles on his chest.
"Hmm?" He prompted, most of his attention focused on enjoying the… whatever this anatomically impossible sex act could be called. Pussyjob?
"About our talk the other day."
There was really only one talk that had happened in the past few days that warranted thinking about. "And?"
"And I think I can be okay with you sleeping around, even if I'm not interested in doing the same…"
"But?"
"But I'm not sure."
"You have an idea." Harry stated rather than asked.
Tonks sighed, both because he had just released into her and because of how easily he could read her like this.
"Yeah. What say you bring Vector over and we see what happens? I'll know for sure how I feel about it then."
"Alright, I'll bring her over tomorrow." Harry nodded.
"Okay, good, that's… good."
"Want to just cuddle for a while?"
"Yes please."
August 11th.
Septima had not felt this mixture of terror and arousal in quite some time. Not since Harry had stuck a buttplug up her arse and told her he would be coming to claim that hole in the evening.
The current situation was, if anything, even more nerve wracking.
He had showed up at her home and ordered her to strip. That much she had done eagerly, but then he had thrown his invisibility cloak over her head and apparated them both to the foyer of Potter Manor.
Walking naked through an occupied house would have been bad enough, but then Harry's godfather had waylaid them.
"Harry! Just the wizard I wanted to talk to." Sirius Black called gregariously and Septima felt her insides clenching with the fear of discovery even as heat bloomed between her legs.
"What about?" Harry inquired curiously, giving no sign that he had a naked woman hiding under an invisibility cloak right behind him.
"I was talking to the twins the other day and they've got this amazing portable swamp. What do you say to planting it on a timer in the Wizengamot chamber?"
"You want me to turn the Wizengamot chamber into a swamp?" Septima could imagine that Harry's expression was as deadpan as his voice at the ludicrous suggestion.
"It's already a swamp, you'd just be making it a literal one." Black said, grinning boyishly.
"No." The grin quickly vanished at the flat answer.
"You're no fun." He sulked.
"I'm a different kind of fun." Harry retorted and Septima involuntarily gasped as a weak Pinching Hex squeezed her nipples.
"Did you hear something just now?" Black asked suspiciously, looking around.
Septima stopped breathing as her heart pounded wildly in fear. A drop of arousal trickled down her leg.
"You must be going senile, now I have things to do, unless you have any more ideas on how I could make life difficult for myself?"
Black responded with good natured insult of his own and left, allowing Septima to breathe again.
There were no further incidents on the way to the master bedroom, which she was thankful for, but she froze at the sight of three nude women engaging in light foreplay with each other on the bed.
"Girls, I have the entertainment." Harry announced and pulled the invisibility cloak away, much to Septima's consternation.
"Hello, Professor!" Luna waved at her happily.
"Ms. Lovegood." Septima responded automatically, her voice quaking.
" Bonjour, Professor." Harry's veela lover said next, her voice a low purr and her eyes gleaming hungrily. "I am glad that 'Arry 'as finally deigned to introduce us."
"Ms. Delacour." She said meekly, more than a little intimidated by the way the veela was looking at her.
"And you know Nymphadora Tonks of course." Harry spoke up, gesturing to the woman in question.
Of course Septima knew her. The metamorphmagus had been one of her more memorable students not that long ago.
"Fancy meeting you here, Professor." Tonks said, wincing at her own lameness.
Septima was oddly relieved to know that she wasn't the only one feeling terribly out of sorts.
"Harry, I-" She began, only to gasp as he grabbed her by the hair. Not painfully, but firmly enough to tell her that she wasn't allowed to protest.
"I'll be expecting you to do everything they say, understand?" He said sternly.
Septima closed her eyes briefly and nodded, her insides clenching the way they always did when he was like this.
"Good." He said and then leaned in to murmur into her air. "Don't worry, they know the rules. Yellow to ease up and red to stop."
Septima nodded again, this time with a little less fear as she was reminded of the safewords she could use at any time if someone went too far. While it did break immersion a bit, she was grateful to Harry for providing that reassurance in this situation. The idea of sex with other women may not repulse her, but she was not in any way homosexual. It was comforting to know that she had an out if it proved unpalatable.
A glance at Harry's women revealed that they were watching with varying degrees of interest. Luna was as hard to read as she had ever been, Tonks was looking a tad uncomfortable and Fleur still had that hungry look.
"What should we do first?" Luna broke the silence, picking up at riding crop from a table full of toys that Septima hadn't noticed earlier and giving it a wave.
"Oh, I am sure we will 'ave time to get to all of them." Fleur replied, running a finger over a strapless dildo as she glanced at the nervous former professor with a smirk on her beautiful face. "Eventually."
August 13th.
Rita woke up and didn't know why. It was still black as pitch, so dawn had to be hours away yet. What had woken her?
"Morning, Rita." A male voice called jauntily.
Rita screamed and fell off the bed.
"So dramatic." And now she was being mocked too.
Wait, I know that voice. Potter!
She cautiously raised her head to look at the interloper. He was sitting in a chair by her bed and staring at her with green eyes that glowed slightly in the dark, calm as you please.
"Potter!" She tried to sound outraged, but the pounding of her heart made it shaky and weak. "What are you doing in my house?"
"I have some marching orders for you."
Rita grimaced at the reminder that she was being blackmailed. She wrapped herself in the covers that she'd dragged along with her and sat on the bed, not wanting the bastard to get a free show of her beautiful body in a night gown on top of everything else.
"Couldn't you have come at a more decent hour?" She demanded grouchily.
"Sucks when people are being incosiderate, doesn't it?"
Great, not only was he blackmailing her, but he was being petty about it too.
"Well, what do you want?"
"Two days from now, on the 15th, I will be making an appearance in the Wizengamot and proposing a new werewolf legislation. You are going to write about it in the most glowing terms you can manage to find in the depths of your bittter black heart. Feel free to vent your bile on anyone opposing it though."
"Fine, is that all?" She snapped.
"Actually, no. I am going to say certain things during that Wizengamot meeting that have to make into the Prophet more or less unaltered. To that end we'll be doing a short interview right now, which you will sit on until after the meeting and be able to post the next day."
Rita perked up. An exclusive interview, prepared ahead of time so that she didn't have to rush to get it ready for the morning edition of the Prophet ? Now that was more like it.
August 15th . Wizengamot chamber.
Harry was dreadfully bored. I knew it was going to be bad, but this is beyond horrible.
There had been a little excitement at first when Dumbledore, in his capacity as Chief Warlock, had welcomed him to his first Wizengamot session, but things had been getting steadily more dull ever since. They had already passed a discussion on yet another revision on the guidelines for proper cauldron bottom thickness and progressed to petty bickering since then. He cursed whoever had made the rules for this crap so that new proposals had to be presented at the end of the session.
"I believe we have done all we can for today." Dumbledore banged his gavel and announced before the bickering could transition into outright name-calling. "Unless anyone has a new issue they would like to open?"
Finally! Harry cheered inside his mind and sent up a small magelight from his fingers. Members generally indicated that they wanted to speak by lighting their wands, but he didn't have his with him. Plus, there was no harm in reminding these ninnies of his power.
"Lord Potter-Black," Dumbledore said without surprise. He had probably figured that Harry hadn't chosen to join this session on a lark. "you have new business for the Wizengamot to deliberate?"
"I do, Chief Warlock." Harry said formally, keeping the scowl off his face at all this pompous posturing that he had to participate in. He was already flaunting the dress code by showing up in a black silk shirt and trousers. It was a handsome outfit, but it had garnered him more than a few disapproving looks from the tradition obsessed idiots. Tough, but plum was really not his color. Given that the room looked like it was full of eggplants, he wasn't sure if it was anyone's color.
"Very well, you have the floor."
Harry stood and looked over at the gathered conglomeration of incompetence and stupidity. Most of them were leaning forward and looking at him with eagerness in their eyes. You people need a hobby.
"I'm sure we all want to go home," me most of all. "so I will be brief. Of the many issues facing Magical Britain I believe the subject of werewolves is, if not the most pressing, one of the most persistent ones. To that end, I have drafted a proposal that I feel will address it."
Once he was done speaking, Harry drew a stack of parchment from a magically expanded pocket and used a flashy, but not especially hard, bit of magic to distribute one copy to each Wizengamot member. There was some subdued awe at the wandless magic, but it passed quickly enough.
He waited for the inevitable explosion while everyone read over the summary of the proposed legislation. It shouldn't be long now, given how loud the murmuring was getting…
"This is absurd!" Thaddeus Nott, the Lord Nott, declared loudly. "This ridiculous proposal doesn't even merit a discussion."
There was a murmur of agreement among the Wizengamot.
"Do tell which part of it is ridiculous, I'd love to know." Harry said coolly.
"All of it!"
"Name something."
"I told you, all of it is ridiculous!"
"Very, well, since Lord Nott is apparently unwilling to clarify, I propose we go through the list." Harry said, producing a titter of laughter at Nott's expense.
"You brat! How dare you insult me?" Nott demanded angrily.
"If a statement of fact insults you, Lord Nott, then life must be a singularly frustrating experience for you." Harry replied blandly, producing a few more chuckles as the man's face reddened. Either Nott has a little more balls than I thought he did or people are already starting to forget what I did to Malfoy. Then again it could also be that the setting is making him feel more confident.
Dumbledore banged his gavel, cutting off whatever retort Nott was working himself into and bringing attention back to himself.
"Lord Nott, Lord Potter-Black, you will conduct yourself in a manner befitting yout station." He said sternly.
"Of course, Chief Warlock." Harry said with a short nod, Nott doing the same a moment later. Fuck you with a ping pong paddle, old man.
"I believe Lord Potter-Black had the right idea when suggesting we go through the list, so let us begin." Dumbledore said. "A lift on the employment restrictions of werewolves. Please explain your reasoning, Lord Potter-Black."
"Certainly." Harry nodded. "Under the current laws, werewolves are essentially unable to find gainful employment in Magical Britain, forcing them to seek jobs either with the muggles, abroad or most problematically, outside the law."
"I can confirm Lord Potter-Black's reasoning." Amelia Bones said. "The DMLE frequently brings in werewolves for petty crimes."
"And you want to give these criminals more rights?" Nott interjected scathingly. "We should be tightening the restrictions on them, not giving them more room to cause trouble."
"Lord Nott is missing the point." Harry said. "There are many werewolves who would be productive members of society if they were but allowed to be."
"But won't that give them a chance to infect more people?" A witch he didn't know asked worriedly.
Harry really wanted to call her out on her stupidity, but that would be counter-productive. Explaining it would have to do. Hopefully she'd feel stupid afterwards. "Werewolves are only capable of transmiting lycanthropy while transformed or if they engage in sexual intercourse in the days immediately before and after the Full Moon when their curse is nearly at full strength, call it a week before and after just to be safe. The transformation is easily prepared for and the sexual transmission is something that I would wager many of them don't actually know about until it's too late. Properly educating them on it would reduce the number of new werewolves substantially, perhaps even allow us to eradicate lycanthropy in time."
There was a murmur of interest in the Wizengamot, but many, such as Nott, were looking ready to dig in their heels.
"You're naivé if you think werewolves are the victims here." Alexius Carrow scoffed.
"Not all of them, no." Harry conceded. "There are monsters like Fenrir Greyback out there that revel in their savagery and want to make more werewolves. Those should be treated like the criminals they are, but punishing the innocent as well as the guilty only serves to create more Greybacks. How would you like to be treated like criminals for something done by Voldemort?"
There was the predictable gasping and shrieking at the name, bad enough that Dumbledore had to bang his gavel again to restore order.
"Well reasoned, Lord Potter-Black." The Chief Warlock said with an approving nod. "Your next suggestion concerns infected children and their attendace at Hogwarts."
"Yes, as things stand, werewolves are not permitted to attend Hogwarts. I believe this to be a mistake, as all it does is leave them uneducated and without prospects for the future, thus making it more likely that they will turn to crime."
"I will not have werewolves sharing classes with my children!" One of the Wizengamot members yelled, sparking a storm of agreement.
"Order!" Dumbledore bellowed, banging his gavel again.
"This suggestion is even more preposterous than the first!" Nott spat. "We'd have all our children turned before the first term was over."
"You make it sound as if I was suggesting that we let transformed werewolf children rampage through the halls." Harry bit out irritably. "Obviously, that isn't an option. Wolfsbane would have to be provided and diligent watch kept to make sure they drank it. Furthermore, a brief sexual education seminar should be held yearly to explain the danger of infecting others through sexual intercourse. Actually, Hogwarts could do with a sexual education class on general principle given the amount of hormonal teenagers there are in comparison to the teachers."
"And who is going to pay for all this? Wolfsbane isn't cheap you know!" A rather fat wizard blustered.
"I will provide some of the funds out of my own pocket." Harry answered. "You are all welcome to contribute if you wish of course. If things progress as I hope, we should have werewolf potioneers in a few years that are capable of brewing it for their fellows at a reduced price."
"That bring us nicely to your next point." Dumbledore spoke before anyone could object. " The proposal to establish a Ministry sanctioned werewolf sanctuary."
"Yes." Harry nodded. "I know that some of you disagree, but werewolves are - for the most part - as human as we are. They have the same needs and urges, with the inner beast overriding them only in the days of the Full Moon. As such, they want companionship as much as anyone. Far more wizards and witches are infected with lycanthropy through sexual intercourse than by attacks of transformed werewolves. Providing them with their own space where they don't need to hide their affliction will hopefully reduce such incidents. They will be unable to have children with each other of course, as the violence of the transformation invariably terminates pregnancy in female werewolves, but it would give them a sense of community and they could take in any werewolf children that have been rejected by their families."
The discussion went on for a while longer and people were slowly being swayed despite the efforts of Nott, Carrow and their ilk. It helped that Dumbledore also seemed to approve of his suggestions even if he didn't outright say it. Harry made sure to slip in as many insults towards Greyback as he could.
Eventually an end was called to the discussion and Amelia Bones quickly lent her support to the legislation, as did Augusta Longbottom and Tiberius Ogden and a few others that Harry suspected did it to curry favor with him more than anything else. Fudge did as well, finally talking after being conspicuously quiet the whole time. The bumbling Minister hadn't wanted to support such a contentious issue at first, so Harry had convinced him to simply wait until he could see where the wind was blowing before making a decision. Since that was what Fudge always did anyway, it was an easy sell.
Dumbledore declared that the motion passed and would be voted on in next month's session to see if they would start to implement the legislation or not. Harry promised to provide everyone with the full document rather than the abbreviated list they had received today.
As he was walking towards the reporters that would no doubt want to quiz him on why he had thought to champion werewolf rights, Harry's thoughts were on one particular werewolf.
Was that enough to bring you to me, Greyback? Lupin tells me that you're a prickly bastard, so it should be. Come back to Britain, where ten thousand eyes will be watching for you.