A Godfather's Vow Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: BJs, Breast Play, Cum Play, Teasing, Pet Names, Orgasm Denial.

“Harry!”

“Hmm?” Harry didn’t bother with opening his eyes. Tonks had gotten in the habit of waking him up at dawn, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her closer. He ignored her squirming and buried his face in her bare shoulder with a sigh, quietly savoring the warmth and softness of her skin. She preferred to sleep in a tank top and shorts, a habit he thoroughly approved of. He shifted his hand, trying to push it under the waistband of her shorts.

“We need to get up!” Tonks slapped his hand away and giggled at his disappointed groan. “They’ll be here to pick us up soon and we need to be ready before they get here.”

Her words brought Harry crashing back to reality. While they had survived the dementor attack physically unscathed, it had not been without its consequences. Every night since the assault Tonks woke up in a cold sweat and only Harry’s presence next to her kept the nightmares at bay.

As for him… he was trying his best to forget the letter that had been waiting for him when they got back to Number 4, Privet Drive. The official reprimand from the Ministry declared he was to be tried for the unsanctioned use of magic and claimed that he had violated the International Statute of Secrecy. Since it was his second offense (and since he could expect no protection from the Minister this time), a conviction from Wizengamot meant expulsion from Hogwarts and his wand being snapped.

He was trying his best not to think of that possibility. Tonks was the perfect distraction, usually.

“What time?”

“Ten. We have three hours to pack and get ready,” Tonks replied, pushing herself into a sitting position. She ran a hand through her short, messy pink hair and gave him a reassuring smile. “You’ll love Grimmauld Place. It’s dark, spooky, and there’s lots of secret nooks and empty rooms for us to make out in.” She winked and slipped out of bed, hissing as her feet touched the cold floor. It was unseasonably chilly and she had a sneaking suspicion that dementors were still lurking in Little Whinging, waiting for them to leave the protection of the wards around the house.

“I kinda like the arrangement we have right now.” Harry patted the nightstand for his glasses and pushed them on his nose. Tonks came into focus and his cock twitched under the blanket at the sight of her firm ass, perfectly framed by the booty-hugging shorts she had worn to bed.

“Sirius misses you. Everyone does. Hermione asks about you every single day.”

Harry sighed. “I just wish they weren’t taking me out of here because I’m at risk of being expelled from Wizarding Society. I still don’t get how they caught me. We practiced every day before the attack!”

“I told you. I warded that warehouse to make sure magic use wasn’t detected. That wasn’t the case in that tunnel,” Tonks explained patiently for what was probably the thousandth time. Not that she minded, he was right to be worried. She suppressed the twinge of guilt she felt at the fact that he was in trouble because of her.

“Harry-”

“Wasn’t your fault,” Harry said, cutting her off.

“How did you know what I was going to say?” Tonks smiled and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of bed.

“We’ve had this conversation every day since the attack. I worry, you apologize, I remind you that it isn’t your fault.” Harry ran a hand over his bare chest. Dried sweat and grime clung to his skin, evidence of their training leftover from the night before.

Since the attack, they had abandoned the warehouse and stuck to physical training within the bounds of the protective wards. Harry enjoyed their late-night jogs. They cleared his mind and exhausted his body, and gave both of them something to do that didn’t involve sitting in his room. That inevitably led to worrying about his upcoming trial and the reactions of their friends when they told them about their relationship.

“I was told to keep my distance and keep watch. Even Sirius simply asked me to train you. If I hadn’t gotten greedy we never would have been in that tunnel,” Tonks murmured, chewing her lower lip. Her thing with Harry was never supposed to be serious. She had told herself he was a friend, and later that he was just a fun summer fling. And then feelings got in the way and she realized she wanted more than just a fuckbuddy to help her relieve stress.

She wanted him.

His touch, his praise, his affection…

Harry trapped her between the closet and his body, his hand grabbing her wrists to stop the clumsy girl from tripping. “Is that what we’re calling it now? This thing between us?” he challenged with raised eyebrows.

He pinned her wrists against the coarse wood of the cupboard and closed the distance between them. “Greed?” he asked in a whisper.

Tonks whimpered. He was so close that she could feel his warm breath tickling her skin. All she had to do was close in and capture his lips, or kneel and give herself to him.

“You’re getting far too good at this,” Tonks breathed. She laced her fingers with his and grinned when his grip tightened on her wrists. He’d leave a mark, again. He seemed to love leaving evidence of his claim on her body for others to discover.

It was a good thing nobody in the office thought it odd for her to have random bruises on her body. One of the few advantages of being a total klutz.

“I might have to take those books away.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Harry murmured, tracing random patterns on the back of her hand with his thumb.

“I do,” Tonks forced herself to snap her legs shut before she started acting like a cat in heat and began to hump his leg. “But I spend all day daydreaming about your hand in my hair, caressing it while you call me a good girl. Makes it very difficult to do my job, you know?”

“I thought your job was to take care of me.”

“My job is to protect you,” Tonks corrected him. Heat pooled in her belly and her body rebelled against her mind and spread her legs again, allowing Harry a free view of her gleaming thighs and stained shorts. She was trying to be stubborn, to make him work for what they both knew was coming.

“Is that all?” Harry grinned and pushed his knee between her thighs.

“Yes-” She paused, a breathy moan escaping her lips. The pressure from his leg caused the rough cotton of her shorts to push against her sensitive lips. Her resolve shattered and she lowered herself down on his leg. She began to grind against his leg, desperately humping it in an attempt to generate the friction she craved.

“Fuck,” she groaned as the coarse fabric of her shorts massaged her slick folds.

“I think your job is to be my needy kitten,” Harry whispered. He cupped her cheek and pressed his thumb against her pink lips.

He was entirely too good at this. It had taken him a mere month to learn what she liked and what her body needed. Now, all it took was a single touch and she was putty in his hands.

She took his thumb in her mouth and began to suck, making sure her eyes didn’t stray from his face. He liked her looking up at him with her big brown eyes while he turned her into a desperate, mewling mess. She dragged her tongue across the calloused digit, worshiping it even as she kept humping his leg. Her hair changed color of its own volition, and streaks of dark red appeared in the pink.

Harry grabbed one strap of her tank top and then the next, quickly pulling them down her arms. The garment was pushed below her bust, freeing her large breasts from captivity. Her creamy mounds bounced as they were freed. Harry’s eyes easily followed the gentle jiggle of her firm, tear-drop-shaped breasts, utterly captivated by the sight.

Each breast was crowned by a rosy peak that was rapidly stiffening due to a mixture of the cold morning air and arousal. Harry pulled his thumb out of her mouth and moved his hand to her chest. He pinched a flushed nub and rolled it between his fingers, drawing out a needy moan from Tonks.

“My, my, Nymphadora,” Harry tutted. His free hand buried itself in her now dark red hair and tugged, drawing her attention away from her quickly approaching orgasm and toward him. “You’re so messy,” he scolded, causing her cheeks to turn pink with embarrassment.

“Please, no,” Tonks moaned. She kept rocking on the balls of her feet, desperately rubbing against his leg. Her juices were now gushing out of her core, completely soaking her shorts and coating his bare skin with her arousal.

He was the one person who was allowed to call her Nymphadora. But she preferred it when he used a different, much more intimate name.

“No? You’re not my messy kitten?” He gently twisted her nipple.

Tonks gasped as her knees buckled and she collapsed onto his leg. The increased pressure on her pussy pushed a part of her shorts between her plump lips and made her see stars.

“I am,” Tonks whined. Never had a man treated her like this. Harry was loving and soft, and in complete fucking control and she loved him for it. “Not Nymphadora,” she gasped, resting her palms on his firm chest for support.

“What do I call you then?”

“You know,” Tonks whined. She kept grinding against his leg. Her body trembled as the coil in the pit of her belly tightened and threatened to explode.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

He was going to make her say it.

“I want you to call me Nym, sir,” Tonks gasped, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Your body belongs to me, Nym,” Harry hissed. His bright green eyes darkened with lust and desire and his low voice sent a shiver down Tonks’ spine. “You get to cum only when I give you permission.”

Harry pulled his leg away. All the pressure and friction stimulating her pussy disappeared in an instant.

Tonks groaned in disappointment. Her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor, her body trembling. She had been so, so close. Her mind, deep in Subspace, acted on autopilot, eager to please Harry even as she tried to recover from her denied orgasm. Her fingers dug into the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them down his legs, letting the pants pool around his ankles.

She giggled at the relieved sigh that escaped his lips when his throbbing manhood sprang free. The thick girth gently smacked her cheek as it bobbed in front of her and Tonks shifted her gaze from his face to his veiny shaft. She leaned in and kissed his sensitive tip, her tongue darting out and greedily lapping the precum leaking out of it.

“Touch yourself, Nym,” Harry ordered.

Tonks did not hesitate in pushing a hand into her shorts. Her long, slender fingers caressed her slick slit, gently teasing it. She was slow and steady, giving herself ample opportunity to stop in case she got too close. She didn’t have his permission to cum and any pleasure against his wishes wasn’t the kind of pleasure she desired.

Oh, how things had changed in a month! Giving him those books was the best decision she had ever made.

Tonks wrapped her free hand around the base of his cock, her fingers struggling to encircle his girth. She guided his tip to her lips and kissed it again. Slowly angling his cock upward, she stuck her tongue out and ran it along his length, dragging the rough surface across his sensitive skin.

“What if I cum?” Tonks asked nervously.

“If you do, you don’t get to taste my cum. I’ll finish on your pretty face, Nym.”

Tonks pouted but nodded. It was fair punishment, as much as it pained her to admit it. If she was being smart she would have stopped touching herself until he had finished, but she wasn’t thinking with her head anymore.

She was his needy, messy kitten, driven by base desire and an eagerness to obey. Harry had told her to touch herself and that was exactly what she would do.

Harry tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her closer, bringing her lips up to his tip.

Tonks grinned and shifted her hand from the base of his cock to his balls, slowly rolling the heavy orbs between her fingers. She squeezed them gently and squealed when his cock twitched and shot a rope of precum onto her face. It slammed against her lips and her tongue darted out to lap up the salty liquid before she closed the distance and wrapped her lips around his tip.

“Mhmmm,” Tonks moaned as she swallowed inch after inch of his length. Her index finger pushed inside her tight core and her thumb pressed against her clit, gently massaging the sensitive nub.

Harry buried both his hands in her hair and used the grip to push her down on his cock. He groaned at the gentle sting of her teeth grazing against his soft skin and Tonks hummed, enjoying the effect she was having on him. He paused when his tip pushed against the back of her mouth, giving her a moment to adjust to his presence before he pushed deeper.

Tonks could have used her metamorphmagus powers to relax her throat and ease his entry. But when she was with him she wasn’t in control of her body, which acted with a mind of its own. It was equal parts exciting and terrifying.

She moaned quietly as her walls clamped around his shaft, the constriction reducing her breathing to a level barely enough to keep her conscious. The lack of oxygen heightened every sensation and she moaned again as her nail scraped against her clit, the gentle sting sending a current racing up her spine. Her moaning caused her walls to flutter around his cock.

Harry used his grip on her hair to pull Tonks away from his cock until only his tip was inside her mouth. He paused for a second to admire her precum-stained, glistening cheeks and swollen lips, then pushed her back down on his length. Again and again, he repeated this cycle until she was gagging and drooling around his length, her mind going blank as Harry lazily fucked her face.

Her muffled moans grew louder with each passing second. She timed the thrusts of her finger inside her pussy with the thrusts of his cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut and she surrendered completely to him.

“Are you close? Are you going to cum, kitten?” Harry asked softly. He was breathing heavily and a groan escaped his lips every time she gently squeezed his balls in an attempt to draw his seed from them.

She had done her best to hold on until then but his soft voice finally broke the dam. She moaned loudly as she came, the gush of arousal leaking out of her pussy completely ruining her poor shorts. There was no hiding what had happened either. Her moan caused her throat walls to clamp around his shaft in a vice-like grip, making it nearly impossible for him to move.

The increased pressure was immediately noticeable and Harry struggled to keep thrusting. His balls tightened in Tonks’ grasp and the pressure in his belly increased to an unbearable extent but he still kept going, not wanting the moment to end. In the end, however, he had to acknowledge reality and he pulled out of her seconds before he erupted.

His hand shifted from Tonks’ hair and pushed under her chin, shutting her mouth just before he came. His twitching cock shot ropes of thick, warm cum onto her face, coating her skin with his seed from forehead to chin. A few drops even ended up in her hair, the white standing in stark contrast against the dark red strands.

Tonks stayed in place, lazily playing with her pussy as she slowly came down from her high. She wiped the cum off her eyelids and was about to pop her fingers in her mouth, only for Harry to grab her wrist and stop her.

“Sorry,” Tonks mumbled with a needy whine. But she obediently followed his instructions and reluctantly smeared the cum on her breasts instead, giving her nipple a quick, cheeky pinch in the process for his viewing pleasure. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him through matted lashes, her glistening lips curled into a dazed smile.

“I’m a messy kitten,” Tonks giggled.

“That you are. But this was the perfect end to our stay here,” Harry murmured. He took her hand and pulled her up to her feet. He wrapped his arm around her waist and let her lean against him for support as he led her to the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured, staring at her cum-covered face until they reached the bathroom, committing the glorious sight to memory.

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“What now?” Harry asked once they were dressed and presentable again.

He had settled on a simple gray shirt and jeans while she had picked out a pair of paint-splattered ripped jeans and a blue, long-sleeved blouse that hid most of the marks he had left on her body.

“We should pack. Hestia cooked up a fake awards ceremony to get the Dursleys out of the house for the day but I doubt any of them will want to stick around for too long,” Tonks said, running a brush through her damp hair. It was still dark red, but now had streaks of pink through it. “You know, I’d never lost control over my body before I met you. Around you, it seems to have a mind of its own.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Harry replied with a chuckle. He emptied the nightstands on both sides of the bed and carefully packed everything he had gathered in his trunk. His desk was next and he gathered all the books and rolls of parchment, resisting the urge to dump them all in the trunk.

Living with Tonks had changed him in more ways than one. He was more confident, yes, but he realized he had also grown to be more serious about his role in the world. Gone were the days of him slacking all year with Ron, especially with the threat of Voldemort and his followers lurking in the shadows.

“It’s meant to be one. I look great in red,” Tonks said, fluffing her curls. “Although if you could tell my boobs to go up a cup size, it’ll be much appreciated. I feel like I’m in this weird place between petite and busty,” she murmured, arching her back and staring at her chest critically in the mirror.

Harry walked over and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. “You’re perfect the way you are,” he growled, giving her cheek a quick kiss. “Now, be a good girl and sit on the bed while I pack.”

“I’ll help!”

Harry pulled away and stared at her through the mirror. He knew she meant well but her clumsy nature meant that she often left things messier than they originally had been.

Tonks huffed. “Fine.” She slipped out of his grasp and padded over to the bed. “Don’t expect this level of obedience all the time Mister Potter,” she teased as she flopped on the bed and stared up at the unremarkable ceiling. Not even the ugly brown paint could take away from her happiness. She felt giddy and had butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “I plan to be a very difficult girlfriend.”

“Well, I need someone to keep me on my toes. Plus, this-” he held up one of the books she had lent him “-describes a hundred and one different punishments. We’ve only tried two. It’ll be a shame to let my knowledge of the other ninety-nine go to waste.”

“I knew giving you those books was a mistake,” Tonks shot back with a lazy smile. “You’re reading the wrong things. Unless your plan is to spank the Dark Lord into submission?”

“Do you think it’ll work?”

“It didn’t work on me. My ass is bruised to high heaven and I’m still a sassy brat,” Tonks pointed out.

“Well, he isn’t as remarkable as you, Nymphadora. Maybe I should draft Malfoy into giving his master a spanking and save us all some trouble.”

Tonks giggled. “Now that’s a sight I’d pay to see.”

“Not me. I’d rather lose the trial and spend my life in Azkaban than see those ghostly cheeks again. I saw him naked once and that was the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tonks growled and chucked a pillow at Harry. He ducked, picked up the pillow, and tossed it back at her.

“Don’t you dare joke about losing the trial,” Tonks muttered, pushing the pillow off her face.

Harry walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her head in his lap, then gently began to stroke her cheek with his fingers. “It’s a possibility. I’m just trying to prepare myself for what comes after.”

“You move into my apartment and we live happily ever after.”

“And what if they send me to Azkaban?”

“For unsanctioned magic? That’s preposterous! They wouldn’t dare.”

“Fudge is out for my blood, you know that. We’ve both been reading the articles the Daily Prophet has been running every day,” Harry said calmly. “They’re trying to convince everyone I’m mad and a danger to the community.”

“Then I’ll break you out,” Tonks said stubbornly. “We’ll go to the South of France and live happy lives away from all this madness. I’m sure Sirius will happily come with us too. I bet he misses the Veelas of Marseille.”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Okay,” he whispered, bending to kiss her forehead. He knew it was futile to argue with her. Stubbornness seemed to run in the Black family and much like Sirius, there was no changing Tonks’ mind once she had made a decision. “What do you want me to do with your things?”

“Pack them in your trunk, please? I have no intention of lugging a big bag with me every time I come to visit you in Hogwarts.”

Harry kissed her forehead again and stood, moving around the room to grab the last of their things and finish packing.

“Are you serious about coming to see me?”

“I plan to visit as often as I can. Every night, if possible. I’ll definitely be there for all the Hogsmeade visits. I still haven’t had a proper date with you,” Tonks murmured. She propped her head on a hand and watched him move across the room, admiring the lean, firm muscles of his legs and his perfect ass.

She really had hit the jackpot in the boyfriend lottery, she decided.

“Can’t let the girls in Hogwarts think they can swoop in and claim you,” she teased playfully. For the longest time, she had thought there was something between him and Hermione. But the more she acted as a messenger between them, the more she realized they were platonic, not romantic soulmates. They were siblings separated by blood and the tragedy of birth.

She knew as Sirius’ heir he’d have to take another partner, but it was still fun to tease him and watch the pink bloom in his cheeks.

“I doubt any of them will want to touch me with a ten-foot pole,” Harry muttered as he packed the last of their things.

“You’d be surprised. Every girl loves a bad boy. Especially if said bad boy can make them cum their brains out multiple times in a day,” Tonks said with an impish smile. “My advice would be to date a Slytherin. All those prim and proper repressed Pureblood girlies are absolute freaks in bed. They’ll fit in with us perfectly.”

“You’re mad.”

“I’m just a girl who’s had her sexual awakening, thank you very much. I met a man who’s ruined me and if I’m lucky, I get to spend the rest of my life hopefully getting ruined by him every single day. All the sensible girls in that castle also want a man who’ll call them a good girl before throwing them on the bed and fucking them silly.” Tonks winked. “Most of them already have a thing for you and those articles make them want you more, not less.”

“If that’s the case, why was I single before I met you?” Harry challenged.

“Because you’re as blind as a bat when it comes to women, darling. I literally had to get naked and blow you before you accepted that I liked you.” Tonks smirked. “Not every girl is smart enough to seize an opportunity the way I did.”

Harry blushed. “I’ve finished packing,” he said in a desperate attempt to divert Tonks’ attention to something else. He cleared his throat and pointed at the shut trunk. Hedwig’s cage, although empty, was carefully balanced on top of it.

“Alright. We can wait for them in the living room.”

Harry nodded and grabbed the trunk, letting her carry the cage down the stairs to the deserted living room. Tonks had refrained from using magic around him ever since the attack. She didn’t know how closely the Ministry was keeping tabs on him but she had decided not to risk giving them anything that would strengthen their case against him.

The house was quiet, a strange feeling after he had gotten used to Dudley’s yelling and the constant blaring of the television.

“I’m surprised Dudley agreed to go with them,” Harry murmured. He placed the trunk by the front door and Hedwig’s cage on the floor next to it.

“Hestia made sure to mention that the Awards Show would have an all-you-can-eat buffet. I knew that’d convince him to go with his parents.” Tonks shrugged and flopped on the couch. “He’s a miserable human being.”

“It’s not his fault. He doesn’t know any better. Maybe one day he’ll grow up and realize how shitty he was to me and others around him,” Harry said. He sank into his uncle’s armchair with a sigh. “My aunt and uncle are the ones who are to blame, to be honest.”

“Oh, there’s a special place in hell for them,” Tonks growled. “If I could get away with it, I’d feed them both to Buckbeak.”

“As much as I’d love to see that, Buckbeak is a good boy. I don’t want to poison him with such a horrible meal.” Harry chuckled. He turned his attention to the mantelpiece above the fireplace when the clock on it chimed. “It’s ten.”

Tonks nodded and pulled out her wand. She pushed herself off the couch and walked over to the front door. “Remember, no matter what happens, you don’t use magic.”

“Nym?” Harry asked warily. “What are you talking about?”

“The Order had spies working against it during the First War. It’s not unreasonable to think that might be the case this time too.”

“What’s the plan to extract me? Even if Voldemort has a spy in the Order I doubt they’ll be able to murder me in broad daylight. Besides, the wards will keep us safe.”

“The original plan was to extract us using brooms last night. I convinced Alastor and Sirius that was a bad idea with the possibility of dementors still lurking in Little Whinging, waiting to attack us. The weather is too chilly for August and I don’t like the fog that settles in every night.”

Harry nodded. Some nights it got so bad they could barely see two feet in front of them and had to abort their training and return to the house. Dementors couldn’t tolerate excessive sunlight, so getting them out during the day also made sense, even if it meant an increased risk of detection.

“Plus, it’s too easy to pass off an attack as an accident in the dark. I’m not taking any chances when it comes to your safety,” Tonks said protectively.

Harry blushed. “And what happens when I become an Auror?” he challenged playfully.

He had been giving it a lot of thought. On some level, it made a lot of sense. After all, fighting dark wizards seemed to be the entire purpose of his life.

“When that happens I’ll watch your back and you’ll watch mine,” Tonks answered simply. “Alright, they’re here.”

Harry tensed at the ringing of the doorbell. He couldn’t see who was outside the house but from his experience at the World Cup, he knew that they would be dressed in a way that would have the neighbors gossiping for a week. He wondered how the Dursleys would react to him having an entire group of ‘freaks’ over while they were out.

Not my concern, Harry thought with a relieved sigh. I don’t have to deal with them for at least a year.

Tonks opened the door a crack and peeked outside. “What’s the first lesson you taught me when I joined the Order, Alastor?”

“Constant vigilance,” came a low growl in response to the question. “I also asked you to do something about that pink hair. It’s too noticeable. Glad to see you’re finally following my lessons.”

Tonks rolled her eyes and opened the door.

Standing on the other side were a tall, grizzled man and a short woman with blonde hair. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw their clothes. Alastor Moody was wearing a long, tan trench coat that went down to his knees. One hand was held rigidly by his side while the other was tucked inside his coat, presumably clutching his wand. An oversized bowler hat shielded his electric-blue fake eye from view. The eye was whizzing around in its socket and even disappearing into the back of his head periodically as it scanned for threats.

The woman was wearing a simple white dress but had her wand clutched openly in her hand, something that would surely have given Vernon Dursley a coronary had he been around to witness it.

“We don't have a lot of time,” Moody said gruffly. He barged into the house and shut the door with a loud bang once the woman had followed him inside. “Listen carefully. The two of you are going to walk down to the Muggle bus stop and take a bus to the Leaky Cauldron. Hestia and I will follow at a safe distance and take care of any problems that arise. Under no circumstances are either of you to use magic. Spend the day in Diagon Alley and once it's dark we will take you to Grimmauld Place. Do you understand?”

But Harry wasn't listening. He was staring at the dog that followed the woman inside the house with wide green eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The huge black dog stared back at him with intelligent gray eyes. His mouth parted in a grin and he woofed loud enough to make the decorations on the mantelpiece vibrate.

“We had a deal!” Hestia hissed as she turned and glared at the dog.

“What’re you doing here?” Harry asked, unable to believe his eyes. “Why did you bring him?!”

Hestia looked around to make sure all the curtains were shut before she waved her wand and vanished the leash and collar restraining the dog. “He blackmailed us.”

Sirius changed into a human and pulled Harry into a hug before he could react. “Can’t let you have all the fun, can I?” he said as he pulled away to study his godson.

“You could’ve been caught!”

“Relax, I was very careful. Besides, I have Hestia to keep me out of trouble.”

“Every single Muggle we passed stared at us,” Hestia grumbled under her breath. “And now we have to take Muggle transport. Do you really think they won’t notice a giant black dog riding in one of their buses? Molly is going to blow a gasket when she learns of this.”

Despite everything, Harry couldn’t help the smile on his face as he stared at his godfather. Sirius was just as he remembered him. The same shoulder-length black hair and black beard, and mischievous gray eyes. He wasn’t as gaunt and was wearing proper clothes but other than that, the man was unchanged.

“I hear you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble,” Sirius murmured with a proud smile.

“Hi, I’m trouble,” Tonks drawled without an ounce of shame.

Harry glanced at Tonks with a look that promised a world of trouble once they were alone. She simply responded with a sweet smile and batted her eyelashes innocently.

“We don’t have time to dilly dally,” Moody growled, pulling everyone back to reality.

“Relax, Alastor. The boy had to endure his horrible relatives all summer for reasons only Dumbledore knows. The least we can do for him is give him a moment.”

“The longer we stay here-”

“It’s okay,” Harry said, cutting Moody off in an attempt to prevent the brewing argument. “We’re ready to leave. Take the bus to London and spend the day in the Leaky Cauldron. Then, once it’s dark, you’ll move us to… somewhere. That’s the plan, right?”

“Well, we thought you’d spend the day in Diagon Alley but we won’t object if you and ‘trouble’ here want to spend it in a room in the Leaky Cauldron,” Sirius teased with a smirk.

Harry blushed while Tonks reached out and high-fived Sirius.

“You got any money to lend us for the room? It’ll save us the trouble of going to Gringotts.”

“You don’t have any money?”

“Nope. Spent it all.”

“You make an Auror’s salary, what’d you spend it on?!”

“Do you really want to know?” Tonks asked sweetly.

Moody growled again.

“We should leave.” Harry cleared his throat and prayed that the blush on his cheeks would clear quickly. He knew exactly what Tonks had spent her money on and he was more than happy to leave before Tonks revealed it to everyone. “Come on Nym, let’s go.” Harry grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, pulling her out of the house before she could say anything else.

“Right. Sirius, change back so I can slip the collar on you. Muggles don’t tolerate dogs on the loose on their roads,” Hestia said, pushing the door shut to make sure no one caught a glimpse of the man. Someone calling the Muggle cops on the Dursleys was the last thing they needed.

“Be quick. The longer those two stand out there, the greater the risk of them drawing attention to themselves,” Moody ordered.

“You know, most of my dates buy me dinner before they try to collar me.”

“This isn’t a date, Sirius.”

“I know. How about Friday? We can have dinner in my study.”

Hestia simply glared at Sirius until he sighed.

“You just want me for my body. And I had such high hopes for us,” he groaned dramatically.

“Friday. Dinner. Your study. But I’m bringing the food,” Hestia muttered, trying her best not to smile. “Now come on, let’s join the lovebirds we came to get before they start snogging on the lawn.”

Notes:

I had to include that particular warning because I feel Tonks will murder the unfortunate soul who overhears Harry calling her Nymphadora or Nym but melts like butter when Harry uses the nickname. Tonks and Sirius being flirty with the people they like, name a more iconic duo.  I can't wait, and I do mean CAN'T WAIT for the interactions between Tonks and Daphne. I feel like very few fics have those and it's a shame because they have the potential to be the best of friends. Poor Harry, he's going to be drowning in brats.