By Lord Wrackspurt

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This Chapter is a continuation of a novel length fan-fiction story which replaces the final book in the Harry Potter series. This story is a work of fan-fiction based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 5: Hell on High Heels

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Harry lay there helpless on the ground, feeling the relentless pressure of Bellatrix’s boot holding him down, while she prepared to complete the death curse and kill him. Thoughts ran through his mind of his parents, Sirius, and Ginny. The flash of her image in his mind caused him to begin to cry in despair, he would never know Ginny.

“AVADA….”

Harry steeled himself to die, his body tensed. But instead of the final half of the curse, the wand was drawn back and Harry received a sharp rap in the testicles with it that caused him to curl up and grunt in pain.

“Harry, you dumbshit!” said Bella, but now with a voice that sounded familiar. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re just standing out here in the open with your thumb up your arse, and your brain idling in neutral. What if I really were Bellatrix, or any other Death Eater? You could have at least thought to put your invisibility cloak on to conceal yourself.”

Through the painful haze in his brain caused by the whack in his balls, Harry finally placed the voice above him. It was Nymphadora Tonks. She was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, an Auror, and supposedly a friend, but the pain in his balls tended to make him doubtful at the moment. Harry knew that Tonks was born a Metamorphmagus, a witch who could change her form to look like someone else. It was an excellent trait for an Auror to have, especially for following someone without rousing their suspicions. Tonks had made herself look like Bellatrix to scare Harry, and bloody well succeeded at it too. Now she morphed back to her true form.

The boot heel was still holding him down as Tonks placed the tip of her wand on Harry’s jeans right above his penis. “You know, Harry, there’s a spell that makes a wizard’s little wee-wee fall off. If I ever catch you acting so stupid in the open again I think I’ll use it on you.” Then the boot was taken off Harry and a hand up was offered by Tonks. After she had gotten him back on his feet Harry was still a bit shaken by the faux attack so Tonks retrieved Harry’s wand.

“I mean it, Harry,” Tonks' rant continued. “If even a third string Death Eater had been laying in wait for you outside that house you’d be dead right now.”

“I’m sorry. I kind of got confused. Are you the only one here?”

“Just me,” was Tonks reply. “Everyone else figured you’d try to leave in the morning when it was safer. I figured you were so anxious to leave that bunch of arseholes you’d go at midnight, so I got here about an hour ago, reconnoitered the area for enemies, and waited for you.”

“How would it have been safer in the morning?” Harry asked. “My mother’s blood isn’t protecting me now. They could have attacked me in my sleep tonight.”

“No, Harry,” she said. “You are protected by her blood until sunrise of your 17th birthday. We thought Dumbledore had explained that to you.”

“No, I thought it was up at midnight. But you were right; I’d have left that bunch anyway,” Harry said.

Tonks grinned at him. “I felt that way about my folks too, couldn’t get away fast enough. I found the world bewildering too, but I didn’t have the enemies you have, I had the leisure of making mistakes that you could survive to learn from. You don’t, you need to be on your guard when you’re in the open like this. Speaking of which, we need to get the hell out of here. Were you going to Sirius’ house?”

“Yes, but I was unsure about disapparating,” Harry said.

“That’s all right, love, let’s grab your gear and I’ll have us there in a jiffy. Number 12 Grimmauld Place!” Harry put his arm around Tonks’ waist and felt the familiar pull of disapparation. When his vision cleared, he was in the kitchen of the Black house. However, it was now more properly, the Potter house as Sirius had willed it to him, and all the Black family male heirs were dead.

Harry watched as Tonks slipped off the cloak to revel a trim and very sexy feminine figure. Tonks was only about six or seven years older than Harry, but she had seen much more of the world than her years indicated. She was wearing knee high black boots with 3 inch spiked heels. However, these were not the heavy clunky boots Harry had seen muggle women wear. These were incredibly supple and fitted her like a second skin. You could see every movement of her well-defined leg muscles as she walked. They were not normal boots; they were dangerous as well as sexy.

Harry had seen Tonks in fights and knew that she had acquired muggle like martial arts skills. In a close quarters fight, her boots with their spiked heels could rip and gouge flesh. Her lighting fast kicks and stomps could rupture internal organs and break bones. Add to this that she was an accomplished Auror familiar in the dark arts, and you had a very deadly adversary.

She was also beautiful in a way, not beauty queen material, but in a dangerous way. Harry could tell that she would be passionate in whatever she tried to do, for or against you. So far, she had always been Harry’s friend, looking out for him sometimes like a big sister. But the thoughts in Harry’s mind right now as he watched her lithe form move about the kitchen were not brotherly. Harry was getting horny.

Harry was feeling things that he knew he shouldn’t feel at this moment. Tonks was the girlfriend of Remus Lupin, a good friend of his parents, and Harry’s professor his third year at Hogwarts. There was also a more important consideration to Harry than just loyalty to a friend. Lupin was a werewolf, and the last thing Harry needed at this time was for a werewolf to find out that Harry wanted to shag his girlfriend. Plus, Harry knew that if Tonks took offense to any move by him to get into her knickers that she’d probably kick his arse, rip his balls off, and feed them to her werewolf boyfriend while Harry watched. Talk about ‘tender vittles,’ just the thought of it made Harry’s nuts ache. After that, it’d be the werewolf’s turn to kick what was left of his little punk arse.

“How’s Professor Lupin doing?” Harry asked while Tonks started a kettle on to fix tea.

“Hell if I know, he and I broke up a couple of weeks after Dumbledore’s funeral. Irreconcilable differences I guess you could say. I’ve been staying here because I had no place else to go. It’s your place now, Harry. So I guess I owe you rent, but I haven’t got any money to pay you. Dumbledore controlled all the funding of the Order. With him gone so went the money supply. I was hoping maybe we could work something out in trade.”

Harry saw her smile as she said the last. The last news Harry had heard about her was that she had quit her job as an Auror shortly after the Azkaban disaster, about the same time that Alastor Moody had retired. But Harry didn’t know why.

“Sorry to hear about you and the Professor breaking up,” Harry lied shamelessly. “What about working for the Ministry again? Surely, they need Aurors like crazy right now. You’re fully trained and experienced.”

“True, but the arseholes running things don’t see it that way. The Ministry, read that as Scrimgeour, considers known members of the Order to be mercenaries outside their control. Potential loose cannons. We are only slightly more welcome there than the bloody Death Eaters. The fact that I was known to be seriously shagging a werewolf didn’t help things one little bit either. I started getting all the shit detail assignments, and that wasn’t why I joined up. So fuck ‘em; I quit.”

“So who’s left from the Order on the inside now?” asked Harry.

“Officially just Kingsley, but he’s the bloody head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. So he has a great deal of power to exercise in our behalf. Moody has been temporarily brought back out of retirement as a consultant. Kingsley insisted that he needed experienced people to help him get situated into the new job. He’s Kingsley’s main troubleshooter now, he hires me out to do a little contract work now and then.

“Of course, when the actual showdown fight starts they’ll want our wands at their side any way they can get them, at least till the fighting is over. Then we’ll all be persona non gratis again to the wormy little Ministry gits. Those of us that are still alive when it’s over. Anyway, I’ve personally taken to describing myself as a ‘Private Auror,’ personal security against the Dark Arts. I was kinda hoping I could work as your PA for a while to earn room and board. Maybe till you go back to Hogwarts?”

“You are welcome to stay here as my Private Auror, or any other capacity you want, for as long as you want,” said Harry. “I feel safer with you around; I’m already getting the feeling that this house can get awful lonely when you are here by yourself.”

“Thank you, love,” Tonks said. She crossed over to Harry, put her arms around him, and gave him a luscious full kiss on the lips that did more for him than anything Cho or Ginny did. Harry felt his cock go semierect, suddenly his jeans felt about a size too small for him.

“Yeah, I know what you mean about it being lonely,” said Tonks. “I’ve hardly seen anyone since I’ve been here. I mostly spend my evenings just sitting around and transfiguring items into interesting dildos.”

“Dildos!” exclaimed a startled Harry.

“You know what a dildo is for don’t cha, Harry?” she said with a mischievously impish grin that made Harry ache in a sensitive region that was only just now getting over being smacked with a wand a little while earlier.

“Erm …yeah… I know what it’s for,” said a deeply embarrassed Harry.

“I mean it’s not like a lonely girl can charm a couple of gloves into taking care of it can we, Harry? You do know about the gloves don’t you?”

“Ah … erm … erm, yeah” muttered Harry. “I didn’t know it was common knowledge though.”

“Harry, every boy at Hogwarts is using the gloves by his fourth year. Why do think they sell them with the uniforms? It’s the wizarding world’s worst kept secret,” laughed Tonks.

“What about the girls then?” asked Harry?

“Why do think that transfiguration is a witch’s favorite class? In the girls dorms you got all kinds of things transfigured into dildos. That’s what all that laughing and squealing is about at night. Gods, I remember my first time to get off, I turned my toothbrush into a French tickler, and my best friend Amy diddled me with it till I came. It was my first time, and my-oh-my did I love it. Only later when I had to brush my teeth did it strike me that maybe my toothbrush wasn’t such a good candidate for a sex toy transformation. Live and learn though.”

The candor shocked Harry. This was something he’d never dreamed of, that girls liked doing it too! “You mean all the girls at Hogwarts do this?” Harry asked.

“You mean ALL the little boys at Hogwarts learn to wank their wee-wee!” Tonks replied with a mock look of shock. “Harry, girls like sex just as much as guys do — when it’s done right. Girls learn to diddle each other. Just about every girl by fifth year at Hogwarts has had to wake up some morning after and comb her teeth.”

“Comb her teeth?” asked Harry.

Tonks gave a look of disbelief, and made mock exaggerated licking motions with her tongue. “Look in the mirror and make sure she doesn’t have any pubes caught in her teeth from pleasuring her best mate the night before. Where have you been hiding at?”

“Hermione and Ginny ...,” mused Harry.

Tonks looked highly amused at Harry’s ignorance. “Those two are always together, right? They’re best mates, but they are also a set, a witches set. They know what the other likes. It’s a bond that men rarely form, you and Ron didn’t reach under the covers at night and wank each other off, did ya?

“Hell No!” Harry exclaimed.

“You wouldn’t even consider putting you hand on Ron’s meat whistle and playing him a happy tune, would ya? Why even if you knew that your best mate’s knackers were hurting like hell, and you could make him feel better with a little five-knuckle shuffle you wouldn’t do it. And if you did, Ron wouldn’t have anything to do with you anymore. Would he?”

In his mind, Harry could hear Ron’s voice screaming, “Oh, bloody hell, hey everyone, Harry’s gone fagger!”

The kettle was whistling and Tonks fixed them both a cup of hot tea and with a wand wave produced a tray of cakes that followed her by levitation into the den. Tonks sat down on the plush couch and Harry sat opposite her on the coffee table next to the tray of cakes. Even though he hadn’t left the Dursley’s front door more than thirty minutes earlier, it seemed longer.

“So Hermione and Ginny are lesbians?” asked Harry in amazement, they acted like they were interested in boys.

“That doesn’t mean Hermione and Ginny are lesbians. They are young witches exploring their sexuality, they are attracted to each other, and to guys, drawing from both relationships to satisfy their growing womanly needs. Trust me, for the right man who earns their respect they’ll spread their legs willingly and often.”

It was taking a bit for all this to sink into Harry. To change the sensitive subject matter he asked a question. “Is there really a spell to make your dick fall off or were you just taking the piss?”

“Of course there’s a real spell,” said Tonks. “Making a guy’s dick fall off is too valuable a curse for some feminist witch not to have created it. I remember hearing that some years back there were witches doing it up at Hogwarts.”

“Can it be put back on?” asked a horrified Harry.

“Oh yeah, with proper treatment. But imagine going to Madam Pomfrey and telling her a mean ole witch made your dick fall off, and can she please put it back on so you can stand up to make wee-wee again like all the other little boys do. Oh yeah, there are ways in magic you could reattach it or grow another one, but it’ll be all over the school that you lost your dick. Also, rumor has it that even if it’s regrown; it’s only good as a piss hosepipe.”

Surprisingly, this new information, which should have been horrifying, gave Harry a different kind of start, here was included something of interest. Without really thinking about what he was saying, he asked Tonks a question.

“Is it possible to make the guy’s dick grow longer and still work all right, without the falling off part?” Harry remembered that a few years earlier Hermione had been hit by a curse that made her overly large front teeth look even bigger. Madam Pomfrey had fixed them, but in the process, Hermione had her make the teeth smaller than they had been. This made them a much more attractive normal size. If in fixing a curse you could change the original size to something smaller, why not make it bigger, maybe much bigger.

Tonks had already anticipated the question and laughed out loud for a good ten seconds before composing an answer. “Yes, Harry, there is supposed to be a way for a wizard who feels that life has, shall we say ‘shorted’ him, can improve upon nature’s bounty. Is this a personal request or are you just interested”

“I guess all guys would like theirs to be bigger, don’t they?” asked Harry, trying desperately to seem noncommittal.

“Oh yeah, all men are insecure. But it takes more than a big dick to get lots of pussy,” Tonks told him with that mischievous twinkle in her eye. She leaned back into the cushions of the couch, raised her right leg and placed the sole of her black boot on the edge of the coffee table, right between Harry’s thighs. The toe of the boot was only about an inch and a half from touching the zipper of Harry’s trousers. Harry looked down and was fixated by the shiny footwear. He felt a warm swelling occurring under the zipper as semi-erection began to grow in the confines of his pants. He hoped the tightness of his trousers would prevent an embarrassing showing of his erection, but knew that this would be at the expense of a painful crimping of his swelling cock.

“Do you like my boots, Harry?” Tonks said with a knowing grin all across her face. She knew exactly what was happening in Harry’s trousers and how hard he was fighting it while trying to seem perfectly calm. “They are made of troll skin. Incredibly tough, but velvety smooth to the touch. In addition, they have a few special features to make them more useful to today’s witch on the go. Go ahead, feel of them. It’s all right; you can touch ’em if you want to.”

Harry ran his hand gingerly over the foot of the boot and a little ways up the shaft. The troll leather felt like a second skin over Tonks’ taunt leg muscles.

“How do you get them on and off, they seem so tight. Doesn’t it hurt to wear them?”

“No, I mean they’re not comfortable like a pair of flip-flops, but once you’re used to them it’s not bad, they are a little hot to wear during the summer. However, these are not normal boots, they are enchanted. They respond to my will. When I pull them on they shrink until they fit me, when I want to pull them off they loosen to let me do it, although it is difficult to do it by yourself. When I’m walking it’s like I’m wearing a regular pair of high heel shoes. I also love ‘em because they have special spells on them to make them more effective in a close quarters fight.”

She raised the boot from Harry’s crotch to his face where he could see the sole and heel. “The heel is a dangerous weapon as is, but these have an added special touch.”

With that, a three sided spike shot out another three inches from the bottom of the round spike. It was clear that one swipe across the belly of an opponent would leave them disemboweled, or a drive into the chest would penetrate the heart. Harry stared at the deadly projectile for a few seconds and then it retracted back into the heel. Tonks then angled her foot to show the toe of the boot, as Harry stared at it a dagger blade shot from the sole. Harry could see the blade was razor sharp. It would cut through most fabrics, and flesh, and could punch a hole through light metal.

“How ... how did you make it do that,” mumbled Harry, remembering that only a short time ago that spike heel had rested against his throat. With the spike extended, Tonks’ could have nearly beheaded Harry with only a flick of her foot.

“Like I said, the boots are enchanted, when worn by a witch they become part of the wearer. They respond to my will, the spike extends when I want it to, and retracts the same way. I’ve had these boots since I was a fifth-year at Hogwarts. That’s when my folks found out that I wanted to be an Auror. Oh, but the shit hit the fan over that little revelation. My parents were shocked at their little girl doing such unseemly and dangerous work, they wouldn’t support me. They saw me doing some kind of bullshit desk job at the Ministry. Something respectable with a proper career path, not a hunter and killer of evil wizards.

“Only my Gran believed in me. She had helped raise me. She’s an enchantress, one of the best around. She’s officially retired now, but she keeps her hand in. You ask any witch or wizard in the business and they know of Madam Cedrella. She had the boots made and then endowed them with their magical powers. I was absolutely amazed when she gave them to me.

“It took time to learn how to use them as well as I do, and the boots need to learn the wearer too. It takes lots of patience and practice to be proficient with these. They are also resistant to curses aimed at immobilizing your legs or feet, and the blades are enchanted too, they are always razor sharp and can change form as I need them to, long and thin for a deep penetrating wound, wide and angled for a gaping slash.

“The blade’s enchantment also means that if you do survive the initial cut a quick trip to some shade tree healer in Knockturn Alley isn’t the answer. Just like a werewolf bite, the wounds won’t respond to normal healing spells to close them. They keep opening up and suppurate quickly. The wounds get infected and the infection causes intense pain in the poor doomed son of a bitch. Only very powerful healing magic like you would find in a ward at St. Mungo’s can cure what I can do with these boots. A wounded Death Eater isn’t likely to get a bed there is he?”

Harry stared at the deadly boots and felt a shiver of fear across his body. “No he isn’t, but what if a mistake occurs and you injure a friend in the heat of battle?”

“The effect is an enchantment, like a curse, since I made the curse with my will, I can make the countercurse. Once the curse is removed from the wound then it can be healed normally. There have been a couple of times that Dark Wizards I had wounded sang like birds to get me to remove the curse so the wounds could be healed.

“The boots are very effective weapons. Most wizards are dependent upon wands and incantations, not physical trauma like muggle weapons. But muggle weapons will work on wizards if they can not block them.”

“But aren’t wand spells more powerful,” asked Harry?

“Only if you get to use them,” Tonks replied. “About two weeks ago I was on a job for Moody observing a suspected Death Eater safe house, when who should I see apparate in but one of the top ten most wanted criminals in Britain, Rastaban LeStrange, who is the brother-in-law of my Aunt Bellatrix.”

“That’s right; I forgot that Bellatrix LeStrange is your Aunt,” said Harry.

“Yes, my mum was Andromeda Black; Bellatrix and Aunt Narcissa, Draco’s mum, are my Mum’s sisters. Remember, the Blacks are related to just about every major wizarding family through marriage. Anyway, Moody had information on several areas where prominent Death Eaters were supposedly sheltering. He wanted me to stake out a likely site and wait to see who showed up. I was hoping for a chance to get Bellatrix, or maybe Lucius Malfoy, but it was Rastaban who showed.

“I tried to get closer and unpleasantly surprise the son of a bitch, but apparently I tripped a silent sentry spell and tipped him to my presence. He got behind me and surprised me like I did you a little while ago. You reached for your wand and were thinking of some spell to say to defend yourself. If I had done that I’d be dead now. Instead, when I heard him apparate behind me I spun and kicked for the groin. The toe of the boot connected and he got two nasty surprises in one. The first was getting his nuts ruptured, the second...”

Tonks placed the heel of the boot on the table edge, with the tip angled up to about even with Harry’s navel, but about 6 inches away. As Harry looked down a curved blade, about 3 inches long, came out of the right side of the sole and swiftly curled around to the left side, disappearing into the sole. With a very sick feeling, Harry realized what would have happened to a man if the toe of the boot was buried into his scrotum when the blade made its movement. He would be castrated and probably completely emasculated as well, quite painfully emasculated by the look of it.

“I would think that just getting kicked full-on in the balls by those would be enough to kill me,” said Harry. “I don’t think the blade would be necessary.”

“That is somewhat true, Harry,” Tonks said. “A well placed kick in the nuts can cause a man to slip into shock from intense pain and internal hemorrhaging; and death follows if not treated quickly.”

“But he got both the toe and the blade in one package,” said Harry.

“Yep, his nuts were crushed and he was emasculated in one smooth motion,” Tonks laughed. “He had his wand in mid air, managed to get ‘AVAAAA’ out, and then screamed like a banshee while he fell to the ground. A few prods with the heel spikes in nonvital body parts got me the information that Voldemort was working on some big plan of attack that he wasn’t telling anyone about. He didn’t know the locations of the others, apparently they move independently and often. So his usefulness was at an end.”

“What did you finally do with him? “ Harry asked, but not real sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Put the sole of the boot across his throat and crushed his windpipe. He deserved worse, Harry. He was one of those who tortured the Aurors on 7-11. It would have served him to hand him over to the Inquisition, but I wasn’t carrying a badge anymore. Without protection from Kingsley those bastards might have put me in a cell too. One less Death Eater to have to kill later.”

Harry couldn’t really disagree, but he still felt a little sick at the thought. He knew that before this was over he was going to have to be able to kill with that type of ruthlessness, or be killed in turn that way. He had already survived too many times by luck to keep depending upon it.

“Before I left I stuck his severed package in his mouth. Took a picture of the stupid sod laying there staring wide eyed with the head of his cock sticking out his mouth. Wanna see it?”

Harry politely declined to see the photo, and they sipped their tea in silence for a few minutes till Tonks asked, “Are you up to doing me a favor, Harry?”

“Sure,” Harry replied. “What do you want?”

“Wearing anything with heels gets a bit tedious after a while. How about helping me get these boots off and get comfy. Don’t worry, you’re safe, just tug them off will you and set them by the end of the couch. Also, if you don’t mind there’s a pair of flip-flops in the living room, would you fetch them for me? I’ll let you put them on me if you do.” This was followed by a knowing eyewink from Tonks.

Harry pulled the boots off very carefully as Tonks watched his fearful concern with humor. As she had said, nothing happened; the boots were just that now, black troll skin boots. Harry went into the living room and found a pair of black flip-flops. On his return, he found that Tonks really meant it when she said she wanted to get comfortable. She had taken off her robe, blouse, and was sliding out of her jeans as Harry reentered the room. She was now wearing only white knickers and a thin white camisole through which Harry could clearly see the outline of her breasts. The erect nipples made his groin wince. She raised her bare feet with her toes wiggling at Harry.

“How about a quick foot rub, Love?” she asked. Harry kneeled in front of her and began to gently massage her feet as she held then in front of his lap. Just touching a real woman, feeling her bare flesh under his fingers was a rush. Harry’s nuts began to throb wildly; his cock began to swell uncontrollably in his pants. He tried desperately to hide his excitement, but knew he was failing. A quick look into Tonks’ eyes told him that she was fully aware of the nature and extent of his manly discomfort; and she was enjoying the emotional havoc she was creating in him. After a few minutes of massaging, she had Harry slip the flip-flops on her feet, which he did after a bit of fumbling.

“Oh, that’s much better,” Tonks motioned for Harry to join her on the couch. “Now let’s see about those other problems you have.”

“What other problems?”

“Well for one, your concern about having a teeny tiny little dick, and how it’s preventing you from ever getting any pussy.”

“Who says I’ve never had any pussy?” Harry retorted.

“Any real woman who looks you in the eye, Harry,” Tonks said with a laugh. “Don’t you think women know inexperienced men when we see them?” Harry couldn’t stand it anymore. Women knew he was a virgin on sight! He started to feel tears on his cheek.

“When I thought you were Bellatrix and going to kill me tonight the worst thought that ran through my head was that I’m going to die a virgin,” Harry sobbed.

“That doesn’t have to happen to you, Harry. There is a special incantation that has been used by many young wizards to lose their virginity over the years with considerable success. If you want me to I’ll teach it to you.”

Harry looked up into her eyes, which still had that mirthful look to them, but had changed somewhat, they were softer and kinder looking now. Still, what was there to lose by asking? “Would you please?”

“All right, Harry, first what you do is find an older more experienced witch who likes you for the person you are. It’s the males who are hung up on size, and younger witches who think they are suppose to judge men only by how far their schlong hangs down. Older women know better, they understand that there are not enough men whose peckerheads are slapping against their thighs when they walk to go around, and even a little bit of something good is better than nothing at all. Also, older wizards who are hung like a centaur are usually more interested in only using it on as many teenage witches as they can find anyway. Older witches rationalize that there are good men out there who will appreciate the favors bestowed on them.”

“So what do I do?”

“Well if you are an inexperienced wizard who is only marginally bestowed in the manhood area, you should try to befriend an older woman who is experienced in sex and realistic in her expectations, and then ... when you find that older … caring woman … beg her to fuck your brains out.”

“What ...” started Harry, she’d fooled him again.

“No, Harry, I’m serious,” Tonks said with a beaming smile. “Get down on your knees, clasp your hands together and beg piteously for some pussy. Men don’t care a bit about their manly pride when they’re shooting their wad in a woman. You can also try using flattery. Tell her how beautiful and sexy she is, how much you want her, how hard she’s making your dick, how bad your nuts are hurting for her. Give her a sob story about how it’s your birthday and you have no family, no presents. Put a guilt trip on her if she’s done something mean to you like scare the shit out you, or whacked your poor little untried virgin’s nuts with her wand. We know it’s all just bullshit, but we like hearing it anyway. Be man enough to ask and you just might receive.”

Harry stared unbelieving for about a full minute at Tonks. Was this real or just another teaser. The longer he looked into her eyes the more he believed she was for real.

“Tonks,” Harry began. “Will you have sex with me?”

Tonks leaned over and caressed Harry in both arms; she gently kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear “I thought you’d never ask.” She stood up and took off her camisole top and knickers. Other than the flip-flops, she was naked. Harry’s eyes wandered all over her trying to take it all in, scarcely believing it was real. She pulled him up and helped him undress.

She took his naked body in her arms; contact with her warm flesh brought him to full erection. They disapparated to the nearby first floor guest bedroom. Tonks laid Harry on the bed and then mounted on top of him. She reached up, removed Harry’s glasses, and set them on the nightstand.

“You won’t need those anymore tonight,” she said playfully. “In fact we need to do something about them tomorrow.”

“But I want to see you clearly,” said Harry. “This is going to be one of the greatest memories of my life.”

“Why don’t you just relax and let me handle the details, all right, Harry?” she said with a knowing smile. “You’ll remember what I’m about to do just fine.”

Harry could only nod his acceptance; he realized he wouldn’t know where to go from here anyway. He was fully occupied with desperately trying to keep from shooting his load before she got on. Then he felt his erect cock become completely sheathed in a warm moist envelope. He was inside her! He was really going to get laid.

Tonks began to gently rock back and forth on his cock, Harry began to try and meet her movements. Harry was anxious and his thrusts soon grew too fast, he was out of time with her. Tonks stopped and pressed her weight down on him, stopping him.

As she rose up off of him, she leaned back over his ear and gently said to him, “Be patient, Lover, don’t try so hard.” She followed this with a gentle kiss to the cheek, and then another to the lips. “Just relax, Harry; you let me do all the work. You can get on top next time.”

Next time! Harry’s mind raced at the thought, this time means this isn’t the only time she intended them to do this. The joy Harry felt at that moment could have created a patronus that would have knocked Voldemort on his arse if he were there.

After a few more seconds, Tonks got back in her rhythm. She started singing playfully, “Happy birthday to you ...” and started giving Harry a sensuous kiss at the end of each line. About the third line of ‘How old is he now’ Harry couldn’t stand it any longer and shot his load. He could feel wads of jizzm boiling up out of his balls and into Tonks’ twat.

Tonks sighed gently and whispered to Harry, “Now you’ll never ever have to worry again about dying a virgin. Happy birthday, Harry Potter, my special present to you.”

Harry lay there on the bed in a state of relief he had previously thought unimaginable. He’d done it. He’d gotten free of the Dursley’s for good, and now he had gotten laid, with good prospects for more sex in the near future. Prior to tonight, the best night of his life had been his birthday six years ago when he had learned from Hagrid that he was a wizard, but not anymore. From now on, tonight was the best night of his life, a real night to remember.

Tonks slipped off of him and used her wand to do a little clean up before nestling in next to Harry. She kissed his cheek again and said “Good night, Lover.” Harry didn’t think there was anyway he could possibly go to sleep after what had just happened, but somewhere in thinking that thought Harry fell into one of the deepest and most satisfying sleeps he had known in a long while.

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He felt them coming back for him before he heard them. Break time was over, fun time was about to begin. Initially, when he heard them coming back, Lucius Malfoy would try to meet his tormentors standing on his feet. He now realized that was a luxurious waste of energy he could no longer afford, and just remained where he was on the cold damp stone floor of his cell.

Lucius’ only comfort was that he knew the Dark Lord wanted him to remain alive and sane. It was the only avenue of hope left to him. The Dark Lord enjoyed the giving of pain to other creatures, but quickly became bored and simply killed those for whom he had no further use. Snape’s little tutorials in pain had always pushed Lucius to the breaking point, but then he always backed off, erring on the side of keeping Lucius alive and thinking. Lucius played to this, feigning weakness to minimize punishment whenever he could. However, it was often to little avail as Snape could usually probe Lucius’ mind well enough to see when he was feigning impending collapse.

The cell door open and Snape entered flanked by two Dementors. With a wave of Snape’s wand Malfoy was returned to the upright spread-eagle position where he spent about 16 hours of every day. During that period, he was suspended by his wrists, allowed no rest, no food, and no water. Snape made it a point to drop by at least once a day to toy with him, the Dementors were allowed to hang around and feed on his mind to increase his torment.

Malfoy tried to resist the instinctive tightening of the muscles in preparation for the initial wave of pain. It actually only made it worse, and it exhausted you sooner. The best approach was to allow the bastard his moment and make it as boring for him as you could. Malfoy already noticed a significant shortening of the sessions, Snape was finding other amusements. The Dementors were a different enemy, they didn’t bore easily. They always extracted their full due.

Outside the cell stood a nervous Peter Pettigrew. Peter’s nickname of Wormtail had come about because of his animagus ability to transform himself into a rat. Peter had no love of Lucius Malfoy. In fact, Peter had been on the receiving end of punishment dished out by Malfoy on several occasions. All he knew was that Snape was kept occupied and had a vent for his natural tendency to abuse the helpless, and a bastard he despised was getting a well deserved due. As he heard Malfoy begin his first chorus of hideous screams for the evening, he wandered off. It brought back too many bad memories, anyway, better him than me.

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It was always the same dream, practically every night now. He had been found out, they knew it all. Everything from what had happened to the Potters to Azkaban. The Ministry knew what he had done for Voldemort, he was arrested, disgraced, and on his way to the Black Room. The Dementors were waiting there to suck out his soul, all his enemies were standing there laughing at him. Then he awoke drenched in sweat.

Voldemort, that damned lying bastard, first he fails to kill when he was supposed to, now he kills when he wasn’t supposed to. Now the insolent git dares to openly give him orders, and threaten him. Voldemort could never have risen so far without his help, but now he had lost control of him.

He had told Voldemort explicitly that no one was supposed to have been killed. Voldemort would simply take back his people and embarrass the Ministry. How could he have been so stupid as to have believed Voldemort? He hadn’t just killed them for god’s sake, he’d tortured them. If he was caught now there was no way in hell of explaining it away, and once he was scanned they would learn the truth all the way back to the beginning, they’d learn about the Potters too.

The Inquisition and the Aurors were searching everywhere for a clue to his identity. It was only a matter of time till he was narrowed down. He could try to run, but that would mean losing everything. Moreover, they wouldn’t stop looking for him no matter where he went. There was still a way that might succeed; if he could just become Minister of Magic again he could fix it. He knew it was dangerous, but what other options did he have left?