To say that Harry's summer had improved massively over the past couple of weeks was an understatement.
Even something little would've been a massive improvement from the morose and isolated mood, but the presence of Tonks had changed everything. They spent the entire day together, either in his room, around the house, or wandering in the neighborhood. She arrived right after breakfast and left late at night, and the only time he was left alone was when he was sleeping.
Normally, being with one person for so long would've started to grate at someone, but neither Harry nor Tonks felt anything but happiness and fun when they were together. They had grown much closer than either would have thought. Tonks had even told Harry what her real name was, although she had also threatened him with an untold amount of pain should he ever utter it. Harry was not one to relent so easily though, and finally, he had managed to convince her to let him call her 'Nym'. That was the most she was willing to allow, and Harry was happy with it.
The two weeks or so had been filled with Tonks teaching Harry what she knew, Harry learning from the tomes she'd brought him, and them getting to know each other better. Despite the age difference between them, they both felt it was nonexistent.
That did not mean she was not strict with him at all when it came to teaching. She had established a few ground rules in the very beginning. There was no room for whining or complaining about what they were going to learn and the process. She was not here to coddle him but help him prepare for a fucking war. If he was bad at something, she would be blunt about it, and he would have to keep at it until he was not. Furthermore, both she and Harry were mature enough to acknowledge that being a young man of age in the presence of a woman who was not much older than him, there were bound to be certain… motivations, and thus, she had told him in no uncertain terms that he was not to try to impress her. This was about him learning what he needed to survive, not showing off or earning some brownie points with her. It was embarrassing and presumptive, but Harry could not truly fault her for it. There was a time for teasing, and training time was not it.
That didn't mean they didn't have fun though.
When they weren't training, they found other ways to pass the time—without magic. Tonks had made that rule early on.
We can't use wands, and we can't cast spells in front of the muggles. No problem. It's gonna be just us and whatever dumb things we can come up with to stay sane.
At first, Harry thought it was ridiculous. He'd spent multiple summers in this depressing place and the rare occasions on which he could use spells in his bedroom were his only saving grace. But the more time they spent together, the more he realized that not using magic was half the fun.
It started with something simple—Tonks complaining about how bloody boring Little Whinging was.
"How do you even survive here?" she groaned one afternoon, sprawled out on his bed with her arms stretched behind her head. "I've seen drying paint with more personality than this place."
Harry snorted. "I don't. That's why I spend all my time now either training or walking around in circles hoping something remotely interesting happens. Good thing you're here, eh?"
Tonks hummed thoughtfully. "You ever play football?"
Harry blinked. "What?"
"Muggle sport. Bloke kicks a ball, other bloke tries to stop him, everyone screams at the telly like their life depends on it. Ringing any bells?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know what football is. What about it?"
Tonks sat up with a mischievous grin. "I was thinking we should watch a game, or even play."
"Yeah," Harry snorted. "Fat chance of the Dursleys letting an active sport run on their telly."
"Yeah, it must be something foreign to them, physical activity," Tonks snorted. "We can play though. That park looks like a good enough place. We can go in the afternoon when there's no one out. Less chance of people disturbing us."
And that was how Harry found himself using a half-deflated rubber ball that had been abandoned in the park for an impromptu one-on-one football match against an auror. "It'd be more fun," Tonks had said with a grin. And as it turned out, she was terrible at it.
"Oi! That was a foul!" she yelled as Harry expertly maneuvered around her and sent the ball straight past her makeshift goal.
Harry smirked. "It's not my fault you have no coordination."
"That is a vicious lie!" Tonks declared dramatically, jabbing a finger at him. "I am extremely coordinated when it counts!"
Harry gestured toward the ball that had rolled to a stop behind her. "Clearly."
She huffed but ultimately laughed, shoving him as she jogged over to retrieve it. "Alright, Potter, best of three."
"Didn't I already win best of three?"
She waved him off. "That round doesn't count. I wasn't trying."
It was ridiculous. They were both sweating buckets, covered in dirt, and playing like two kids with nothing better to do, but Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed that much.
Other days, they found different ways to entertain themselves.
Tonks had a habit of people-watching—something Harry had never really considered a pastime, but she made it fun.
"Alright, that old lady over there," she whispered conspiratorially as they sat on a bench in the park one evening. "Spy or serial killer?"
Harry gave her an incredulous look. "She's knitting, Tonks."
"Exactly," Tonks said, her eyes narrowing. "A perfect cover."
Harry sighed but played along. "Spy. No one knits that fast unless they've got some kind of MI5 training."
Tonks nodded approvingly. "I like how you think, Potter. Okay, that guy in the suit—accountant or secret mob boss?"
Harry glanced at the man crossing the street, briefcase in hand. "Mob boss. Definitely."
"What makes you say that?"
"No accountant walks like that. He's too confident."
Tonks grinned. "Excellent deduction, very Sherlock of you."
Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. He had to admit, it was weirdly fun making up backstories for random people, even if it was a completely ridiculous way to spend their time.
Then there were the stupid bets.
"I bet you can't balance that book on your head for a full minute," Tonks challenged one evening, arms crossed as they lounged in his bedroom.
Harry smirked. "That's too easy."
"Then do it."
Harry grabbed one of his textbooks and placed it carefully on his head. He got to about thirty seconds before Tonks accidentally nudged his foot and sent it tumbling off.
"Oops," she said innocently.
Harry shot her a look. "You so did that on purpose."
"I would never cheat," she said with mock outrage.
"You always cheat."
She just grinned. "Alright, my turn."
Harry crossed his arms. "I bet you can't do five proper push-ups."
Tonks gasped. "How dare you doubt my physical prowess?"
"I've seen you trip over nothing, Nym. I stand by my bet."
Tonks dropped to the ground and got into position, full of determination. She managed four before her arms wobbled and she collapsed dramatically onto the floor.
Harry burst out laughing. "Wow. That was tragic."
Tonks groaned into the carpet. "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
She lifted her head just enough to glare at him. "You really enjoy being right, don't you?"
"Yep."
Sometimes, they didn't need to do anything at all. Some nights, they just sat outside, staring up at the stars while the Dursleys completely ignored them.
Tonks leaned back in the chair with a sigh. "You ever wonder how much simpler things would be if we were just normal muggles?"
Harry lay sprawled on the grass beside her, his hands behind his head and his eyes trained at the starry sky. "I was like that for most of my life. But I get what you mean. Sometimes, yeah."
"Wouldn't be worrying about wars or Dark Lords."
"No," Harry agreed. "But then I wouldn't have met the people in that world. Never known about Sirius' existence. Or yours."
Tonks turned her head toward him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yeah. Guess there are some things worth all the madness."
Harry gave her a soft smile as he got up. "Come on. Let's get some final practices done before you've got to leave."
Tonks watched him as he got to his feet with a soft smile on her face. She nodded and followed him back inside.
The last few weeks had been… much different compared to what she had expected. She didn't know what to expect, really, but what she would've never expected was how close she would grow to this young wizard who frankly had the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. Yet, even with such a massive burden, he walked with his head held high, always striving to do his best, and never for his sole benefit.
Even though the advanced studies and training he was and would be going under were for his benefit, she wholeheartedly believed that his primary motivation was to prevent the Dark Lord and his followers from achieving their goal. It was a trait of his that endeared him to her.
She was brought out of her musings when she heard that good-for-nothing uncle of his call for him, and she watched as he made his way over, silently telling her to stay behind. He returned barely a minute later, and the amused curl of his lips told her it was a piece of unexpectedly good news.
"They're leaving for the entire weekend," he told her with a grin once they entered his bedroom. A grin that was shortly matched by her.
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Tonks flopped onto Harry's bed with a loud, exaggerated groan. "Merlin's saggy left—finally. I was starting to think they'd never leave."
Harry chuckled as he kicked the door shut behind him. "It has been weird seeing them act so polite around you."
"Polite?" Tonks scoffed, throwing an arm over her eyes. "That's one word for it. I'd say 'terrified out of their wits' is more accurate."
Harry smirked. "Can't imagine why. A no-nonsense law enforcement officer mysteriously assigned to their house, watching their every move? What's there to be nervous about?"
Tonks cracked open one eye and grinned. "Oh, I definitely played it up a bit. Kept making comments like, 'Routine home inspections are a fascinating part of my job, don't you think, Vernon?' or 'Confiscating illegal contraband is so rewarding.'"
Harry outright laughed. "You're evil."
"Just a little," she admitted, stretching out like she owned the place. "But it worked, didn't it? They bolted the first chance they got. Now we have the house to ourselves."
Harry sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed. "So what do we do with it?"
She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. "Well… how about a proper dinner?"
"It's morning," Harry deadpanned.
"I'm not talking about right now," Tonks rolled her eyes. "I mean tonight. Let's face it. You normally eat Dursley-approved food. Even I've seen how depressing that is."
"Unhealthy, more like. I'd know, I made it for them for years," Harry muttered.
Tonks bristled once again. They'd grown closer over the past few weeks, and naturally, being the nosy little prat that she was, she had discovered almost everything about Harry's home life. It irked her something fierce that Dumbledore forced Harry to stay here, even though he was of age. He didn't need to remain in this metaphorical prison, but he was still choosing to, only because this was the safest place for him.
Tonks did not want to buy that explanation one bit, no matter how much truth there was to it, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't just ask him to leave if this was truly the place where the Dark Lord or anyone else connected to him couldn't attack. That sort of security was not to be taken lightly, no matter how secure the other place was.
Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she grinned at Harry who was looking at her with a small frown. "Then we're cooking."
Harry stared at her for a long moment before he sighed. "Sure. But don't make me regret it."
The grin on her face didn't reassure him in the slightest.
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Harry quickly realized that cooking with Tonks was nothing short of a disaster.
"You sure you wouldn't prefer using a bit of magic? There's no one around, you know…" Harry remarked, chopping an onion.
"Yeah, well, where's the fun in easy?" Tonks said, flicking flour at him from across the counter.
Harry swatted it away, giving her a mock glare. "Was that necessary?"
"Absolutely," she said solemnly.
Between the two of them, they managed to dirty nearly every surface in the kitchen. Tonks had insisted on doing things "the proper way," which somehow translated into completely ignoring recipes and making things up as they went along.
"This looks questionable," Harry said, staring at the vaguely lumpy, half-burnt sauce Tonks had been working on.
Tonks sniffed dramatically. "You wound me, Potter. That is the sauce of champions."
"It's the sauce of food poisoning."
"Only one way to find out." She grabbed a spoon and held it out. "Go on, taste test."
Harry leaned back warily. "Why don't you try it first?"
Tonks narrowed her eyes. "Coward."
"I prefer 'strategic thinker.'"
After some bickering (and a lot of laughing), they somehow managed to put together a half-decent meal. It wasn't pretty, but it was theirs, and as they sat at the table—plates piled high, flour still smudged on Tonks' cheek—Harry realized he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually enjoyed being in this house.
"I'll be back in a few. Go pick a good movie for us," Tonks said once they were done with dinner and Harry saw her walk out of the kitchen and towards the staircase. Shrugging, he fixed things up quickly and grabbed some snacks from the Dursleys' stash before he sprawled out on the couch in the living room.
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Tonks stared at herself in the mirror of Harry's bedroom. She had just cleaned all the flour and whatever else she'd gotten on her clothes and skin. Being an auror, she always kept adequate clothing at hand and she'd already cleaned herself up.
Taking a moment for herself, she stared at her naked body in the mirror and vainly looked herself up and down. Staying in modified bodies most of the time had made her appreciate her actual self much more, which was the form she had donned whenever she came here nowadays. Her eyes fell on her flat belly before she turned to the side to study her ass. Indeed, her real body was pretty curvy, although her tits always filled out a bit whenever she changed back. Being an active auror with a heavy set upstairs was not always practical, and she was lucky to have her powers, but it felt good to have a pair this big.
She reached up and cupped her tits, admiring them in the mirror. Yeah, a nice set, alright.
Five minutes later, she had thrown a t-shirt and shorts over her bra and panties and she walked down the stairs to have some relaxing evening time until she had to leave. Harry turned to her with a smile as she entered which quickly morphed into a look of surprise when he took a good look at her.
"What?" Tonks asked as he continued to stare.
"Oh, nothing. It's just… I haven't seen you look so… laidback before, I guess."
"This is what I usually wear at home," Tonks replied with a shrug that did some really nice things to her tits—something Harry couldn't tear his eyes from.
"I didn't know usual home clothes looked so… sexy," Harry muttered.
"Oh?" Tonks' eyes glinted mischievously as she grinned. The t-shirt was a bit tight around her bust but in no way see-through. "If this looks sexy to you, Mr. Potter, then I suggest you take a nice, long, cold shower."
She walked in and threw herself on the couch to his left. She did not miss how he tensed for a moment before slowly relaxing, and her smirk widened. It was fun to play with him like this.
"So, what do we gonna watch?" She asked, staring at the screen. The opening credits were already playing and she leaned against him. Harry's breath hitched slightly but he quickly composed himself. Glancing down at her sideways, he found her staring at the TV screen and his eyes narrowed.
'Well, two can play this game' he thought, and put his arm around her shoulder, although he took care to avoid her left breast even though the angle made them look all the more enticing.
Tonks stifled a smirk as they continued watching the movie, although Harry was barely paying any attention. It was the first time he was feeling the warmth of a woman up close, all pressed up against him. His hand was on her shoulder and he decided to take the plunge, consequences be damned. He began to stroke her soft skin while watching, and all Tonks did was release a small sigh as she leaned even more against him.
Harry took it as her approval and he began to stroke her arm as well. His eyes fell on her legs folded beneath her on the couch and he wondered if he should go ahead and stroke it as well. Her scent was intoxicating and he could feel his manhood straining against his shorts.
Tonks seemed to sense his attention was not on the movie and she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye. "You don't like the movie or something?"
Harry looked at her with a deadpan expression on his face. "You're not trying to play innocent here, are you?"
"Hmm? I don't know what you mean," she replied confusedly, although she was enjoying this very much. A coy expression grew on her face. "Don't tell me the great Harry Potter has not snuggled with a girl before," she teased.
Harry simply muttered something under his breath as he turned away from her. Frowning, Tonks cupped his cheek and made him turn to her.
"You should be more confident in yourself, Harry," she said gently, gazing him in the eyes. "You're a powerful wizard, bright too. And you're one good-looking bloke. Merlin, I would've snagged you for myself if I were in Hogwarts with you," she chuckled.
However, Harry found no humor in it. He kept staring at her, prompting Tonks to fall silent. She turned to him and was taken aback by the sheer intensity of his emerald gaze. Merlin, those eyes had to be magical.
She was further shocked when Harry took her hand off his cheek and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers.
Tonks remained frozen for a moment but Harry pounced, applying more pressure to her lips. He tenderly sucked on her lower lip, gently nibbling before he opened his mouth. When he felt her respond, he pushed the throttle entirely and pushed his tongue into her mouth.
Both Harry and Tonks lost themselves in the sensation, their lips moving softly against each other as their tongues met, playing with each other. Their breaths became one, and Harry pressed on, unwilling to let the moment go to waste. He shifted on the couch, turning more towards her and pressing even more of his body against hers. His hands that had initially been on her shoulder slowly trailed downwards until he was stroking her back over her t-shirt, pulling her close.
For her part, Tonks was surprised with how good of a kisser he was. She had a hard time believing that he'd never kissed a girl before. She could feel how aroused he was, and it spiked her own arousal. Her breath hitched when he began to stroke her belly over her t-shirt, gently brushing the underside of her tits, before she felt his hand push inside, stroking her bare skin.
Harry loved how she felt. Her skin was smooth—just as he'd imagined. He kept stroking her back under her t-shirt as they kissed, pulling her closer. Her entire front was pressed against him as he stroked upwards, his hand passing over the strap of her brassiere. He had half a mind to unsnap it, such was the high he was feeling right now, but he resisted the temptation. He'd already shown a lot of bravado. He didn't want to push his luck more than he already had.
He could feel his manhood straining against his shorts, throbbing like never before. He clenched his pelvic muscles, running his hand all over her back, his fingers playing with her bra strap as they kissed.
Slowly, Tonks pulled back, her lips swollen and her eyes half-lidded. Harry was no better and for a moment, they simply gazed at each other.
"Morgana, you surely don't need any tips on how to kiss a girl or make her feel wanted," she breathed, grinning, and Harry couldn't help but grin back. He almost stumbled back into his old habit of seeking validation or approval but stopped himself at the last moment.
"Guess you liked it?" He teased instead, smirking.
"Boy, you've no idea," she replied, shaking her head.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on his erection that was jutting out proudly beneath his shorts, forming a tent, and she stared at it for a moment. Harry followed her gaze before looking up just as she looked up as well. For a few seconds, they said or did nothing but stare at each other before Tonks shifted.
Harry's eyes followed her as she got off the couch and got down on her knees on the carpeted floor, her face mere inches from his manhood that lurched once she placed her hands on his inner thighs.
"It'd be rude of me not to take care of this after I caused it, right?" She asked coyly, her hand traveling up to yank his shorts down. Harry lifted his ass, allowing her to pull the fabric down his thighs and his manhood lurched forward powerfully, springing out of its confines. Tonks' eyes widened at the sight of it. "Holy…"
Her reaction added another point to Harry's egotistical confidence and he grinned.
"I take it you like what you see?"
Tonks did not reply. Once she pulled his shorts down his ankles, she threw them away and took his cock in her hand, stroking it softly. Harry could not stop the groan of pleasure that escaped his lips. This was the first time someone other than himself was even seeing, let alone touching his manhood, and the feeling was indescribable.
Tonks seemed to know what she was doing. She leaned over and dropped a thick glob of spit right on top of his cock, spreading her saliva all over his throbbing manhood. She began to stroke him gently as Harry leaned back on the couch, his eyes trained on her. He watched as she gripped his manhood firmly, leaned forward, and rolled her tongue all over the head of his prick.
"Oh Nym…" Harry groaned, making her grin. She leaned further forward, slowly wrapping her lips around his cock, and descended, taking him in her mouth.
Harry felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. He'd heard about this, even watched some on the porno Dudley thought he was being secretive with, but nothing could compare to the real feeling of having your cock sucked by an absolutely breathtaking woman.
Tonks had decided that she would go for the jugular now, and she wasted no time in repeatedly slamming her mouth down onto his cock. Harry was a groaning mess, desperately grabbing onto the couch as Tonks kept plunging her mouth up and down, taking his entire length deep within her throat with every move. He felt her slick tongue rolling all around his prick, splashing and sloshing alongside her saliva in that hot mouth of hers, and he couldn't have looked away even if he'd tried. The thrill of gazing this woman in the eye while she blew him off heightened the pleasure to a new level.
Tonks kept moaning lewdly around his fat cock as she kept slamming her mouth up and down erratically, when suddenly, Harry's eyes bugged out.
"OH FUCKING HELL!" He cried out. The sensation was otherworldly, and wide-eyed, he stared at Tonks who gazed up innocently at him, her mouth stuffed with his prick. He was sure she had done something, and in an instant, realization dawned on him. She had used her metamorphic powers to make it even more pleasurable for him.
His breathing ragged, Harry stared at her with wide eyes as she kept plunging his rod into her throat that had now started to work rather unnaturally, but instead of creeping him out, the sensation pleasured him in unimaginable ways. And it was indeed unimaginable, even though it was happening to him right here, right now!
Tonks kept modifying the suction around his cock so that he was pleasured at each pulse point. This took careful modification of her throat, but she had managed it with perfect ease. Anything to make this guy's first blowjob as memorable as she could. There was also a sense of victory in knowing that not only was she taking Harry's first blowjob, and perhaps even more as well, but she would be giving him a benchmark that no random woman would be able to match, let alone surpass.
With renewed excitement, she began bobbing her head up and down, easing her head down until the head of his prick touched the back of her throat. She gazed up at him through her eyelashes with a mouthful of cock, seeing his wide-eyed stare that had remained, his breathing heavy, and she winked before slowly pushing even further.
Harry's eyes widened even more, if it was possible. He had only heard mentions of it in passing, but it was now happening to him! She was going to deepthroat him, or rather, she was going to push the boundaries of deepthroating!
He almost came from the thought alone, but he reigned himself in… barely. His cock throbbed harder inside her throat that somehow kept sucking all around it. All the while, she kept pushing further, manipulating her throat to accommodate every bit of him, until nothing remained beyond her plump lips that were now wrapped right at the base of his cock, her nose pressed firmly against his crotch.
Harry breathed heavily, his eyes locked with hers, before he let out another loud groan when she began to bob her throat, skillfully massaging his dick still lodged inside. He couldn't believe what was happening anymore. Not even in his wildest dreams could he have imagined something like this.
For a long moment, Tonks remained unmoving, doing nothing outwardly but inside her throat was another story. His entire cock was being massaged and stimulated, surrounded by the warmth and wetness all around, and all he could do was stare at her, his mouth open. Finally, after Merlin and Morgana only knew how much time had passed, Tonks began to ease herself back up his cock, slowly sliding her tongue along his shaft until only the tip remained inside her mouth. Her plump lips remained wrapped around it as she brought her hand up to stroke him firmly.
"Fuck, Nym!" Harry breathed. There was nothing else he could say, really. Her throat had felt incredible and as he looked at her, his gaze descended lower. Her t-shirt was sticking to her chest, slick and wet with saliva that had dribbled down her chin while she'd been blowing him off, and her tits were heaving, straining against the fabric. Harry could not help but think of going even further with this woman, exploring and worshipping her incredible body and even fucking her. They had already come farther than he'd ever envisioned, and now that they had, the idea of having sex with his hot tutor and friend did not seem too farfetched.
"Mmm… You liked that?" Tonks asked as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, stroking him firmly as she rolled her tongue all over the bulging head of his prick.
"Fucking hell, Nym. You need to ask me that!?" Harry replied in a disbelieving voice.
"Not really, but a girl likes to be praised," she grinned, and before Harry could react, she plunged her mouth back onto his rod.
"Merlin yesss…" Harry groaned out loud and he instinctively reached out to grab her by the back of her head. Threading his fingers through her silky midnight hair, he began to maneuver her on his cock, feeling his release approaching him at a furious pace.
"Finally close, eh?" She grinned as she pulled off, dropping another thick glob of saliva on the crown and smearing it all over his prick before starting to jerk him off hard and fast.
"Fuck, Nym. I can't hold back any longer. Even this much was torture!"
"Oh, you poor baby," Tonks taunted. "You were holding it all in? You can give it all to me now, Harry. Give it to me, baby. Let me gulp it all down for you!"
Tonks' dirty talk did the job more than her furious handjob did. The moment she felt him shake in her grasp, she grinned and descended onto his rod once again, slamming him entirely down her mouth until he was once again pushed deep in her throat. Harry's eyes bugged out at the sensation of her sucking every inch of his cock and he couldn't even get a word out.
The head of his cock expanded, and barely a second later, a huge spurt of his cum shot out of his cock and splattered directly against the wall of her throat. Tonks manipulated her muscles expertly, gulping it all down as Harry kept pumping spurt after spurt of his thick, potent load deep within her throat. She felt it all slide down into her belly, with more following suit.
He was relentless, and his orgasm seemed never-ending, and this time, it was her turn to be shocked. She couldn't believe how much he could shoot, and even though she was expertly swallowing everything he was giving her, the amount he was cumming was slowly becoming too much for even her. She kept swallowing but she could not prevent his cock from sliding back out of her throat. Now in her mouth, he still kept shooting his load, and the thick seed began to pool inside her mouth until it started to leak from the sides and down her lips and chin, dropping on her upper chest and t-shirt, trailing beneath onto her bra-clad mounds.
Feeling especially dirty and bold, she took his cock out once she couldn't swallow anymore and aimed it at her face. His hot, potent seed splattered all over her face, covering her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and even her chin where it kept dropping all over her chest.
Finally, Harry grunted and with one final massive shot right at her cleavage, he collapsed on the couch, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy.
All that was left behind was the ruined mess that Tonks looked like, covered in Harry's hot cum with her mouth overflowing that she somehow managed to swallow without wasting any more of it.
"Holy shit…" Harry somehow managed to whisper, and Tonks could only nod slowly.
Holy shit indeed.
To be continued…
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