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A Friend in Need: Chapter 27
🕑 Added 2023-06-03 22:41:11 +0000 UTCDue to power outage issues, this chapter ended up a little shorter than I normally like to post. This is a transitional chapters anyways, so it's not a big deal. The story will really start to pick up and diverge from canon in the next chapter when Harry and co return to Hogwarts.
Chapter 27
Tonks leaned against the wall as she watched Harry practice his spellwork. Over the last three days, he’d turned the basement into a training room. While everyone else had gone to Diagon Alley and Muggle London to get the Weasleys the things they needed, he’d bought a number of Dueling Dummies and every book on defensive magic he could get his hands on.
Harry had sweat pouring down his face, panting heavily as he fired all manner of curses and hexes at the dummies. He’d been down here for hours, and Tonks knew it was time to have a talk with him. It was fine if he wanted to train, but she wasn’t going to let him lose himself obsessing about Voldemort.
“Harry,” Tonks called.
Harry turned to her and bent over, hands on his knees, showing just how exhausted he was.
“Oh, hey,” he panted.
Sighing, Tonks hooked her arm through his and led him over to the couch in the corner of the room.
“We need to talk,” Tonks said, pulling him down to sit next to her.
“Did something happen?” Harry asked worriedly.
“No,” she assured him. “Harry, you’ve been down here for three days now. You were so exhausted when you came to bed last night Fleur had to use a Switching Spell to get you in your pajamas. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”
“I have to do something,” Harry said, running a hand through damp hair frustratedly. “I’ve been wasting so much time and putting things off… I can’t do that anymore.”
“What’s really bothering you, sweetheart?” Tonks asked. “This isn’t just about the attacks on Christmas night, is it?”
“No, it isn’t,” Harry admitted. “We need to figure out what Malfoy is up to. I need to get that memory from Slughorn. And then there’s Dumbledore. There’s so much he isn’t telling me. He knows what Malfoy is up to. He must, and he’s just letting it happen. For Merlin’s sake, Katie and Ron nearly died, and he does nothing? And then there’s his hand. Hermione said it looked like a Withering Curse. I don’t want to believe it, but if he’s dying… After the whole thing with the prophecy, I just wanted to ignore it. I - I was scared, but… Fuck, Tonks, what am I going to do?”
Harry slumped forward and put his head in his hands, looking utterly defeated.
“We’ll figure it out,” Tonks said, wrapping her arm around him as she blinked back tears. “You’re right. We haven’t been taking this as seriously as we should. When we get back to Hogwarts, I’ll help you figure things out. But Harry, beating yourself up down here isn’t going to help.”
“I know,” Harry sighed.
Sitting back, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. Running his hand up and down her arm, he kissed the top of her head.
“No offense, love, but you stink,” Tonks said, wrinkling her nose.
Harry cracked a weak smile.
“Sorry,” he said.
“How about we go take a shower?” Tonks smirked.
Without waiting for an answer, she stood up and pulled Harry with her. She led him upstairs and through the living room, where Daphne was sitting on the couch, reading a book.
“Finally got Potter to stop hiding in his cave?” Daphne asked, turning a page.
“Yep,” Tonks smiled. “He just needed a little incentive.”
Daphne looked over the top of her book and cocked an eyebrow.
“I don’t want to know,” she said flatly.
“Suit yourself,” Tonks smirked. “You seen Hermione and Fleur?”
“Last I saw, they were in the library working on that shed idea of Harry’s,” Daphne said. “Everyone else is out relaxing by the pool.”
“Why aren’t you out there?” Tonks asked.
“I wanted some peace and quiet,” Daphne replied.
“Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Tonks smiled. “Feel free to join us if you like.”
Daphne tried to look unaffected, but Tonks could see a flush slowly rising up her neck. Grinning, she hooked her arm through Harry’s and led him to the master bedroom. After helping Harry out of his sweat-soaked clothes, they both climbed into the shower. Tonks smiled to herself when he immediately wrapped his arms around her and caressed her breasts while kissing her neck.
“If you’re trying to help me wash, soap helps,” Tonks teased.
Grabbing the body wash, she spun around and washed his chest. They spent a good few minutes cleaning each other, caressing more than was strictly necessary. With a smirk, Tonks dropped to her knees in front of Harry. Taking him in hand, she got him hard before morphing into Apolline. Shooting forward, she swallowed him whole, her nose pressed tightly against his groin as his cock throbbed in her throat.
“Fuck, Tonks,” Harry hissed.
Tonks smirked to herself while she swallowed around his shaft. Groaning, Harry combed his fingers through her short, pink hair. Humming around him, she bobbed her head back and forth, deliberately making loud gagging noises each time he plunged into the back of her throat. After a couple of minutes, she morphed into Amelia, her heavy breasts heaving on her chest.
Abruptly, a thought occurred to her, causing Tonks to pull off of him with a grin.
“Hand me the shower head,” she said.
Harry looked at her oddly, prompting Tonks to hold out her hand expectantly. Shrugging, he reached up, pulled one of the showerheads free, and handed it to her. With a smirk, she turned into Iffy, though she obviously couldn’t do the wings, and wrapped her lips around his head. While sucked, lashing the tip with her tongue, Tonks aimed the showerhead at his balls. Harry groaned loudly, his head swelling in her mouth.
“Shit,” Harry panted. “That’s new.”
Chuckling, Tonks descended down his shaft, morphing into June as she did. She morphed again as she pulled back, this time turning into her own mother.
“Bloody hell,” Harry gasped.
Tonks pulled back with a grin. Leaning back and spreading her legs, she gave him an unobstructed view of her mother’s body.
“What do you think?” she asked, holding the shower head over herself. “Nice rack, huh?”
“Your mum would kill me if she knew about this,” Harry said, shaking his head with a smile.
Smirking, Tonks closed her eyes and morphed into Evangeline.
“And what would Daphne think if she knew you were getting off with her mum?” she asked.
Sitting up, Tonks swallowed him before he could answer and returned the showerhead to his balls. Harry’s hands tugged at her long, blonde hair impatiently when she returned to the head and stayed there. After teasing him for a few moments, she morphed into Daphne and relaxed her neck. Harry pulled her down on his cock, plunging into her throat while she stared up at him with Daphne’s face.
Groaning, he bucked his hips several times as his fingers threaded in her hair. Tonks let herself gag loudly, long strands of thick saliva dripping from her chin onto her breasts while tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Tonks let a hand slip between her legs, her fingers slipping into her folds at the thought of Daphne walking in and seeing herself gagging on Harry’s big cock.
With one last loud groan, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat and erupted. Tonks let the first shot go straight down her throat before pulling back and aiming him at her face.
Well, Daphne’s face, she thought with a smirk.
Harry covered her face with a massive load, forcing her to close one eye when one streak landed across it.
“You know, it’s only a matter of time before you fuck her for real,” Tonks said, cleaning her eye with her finger and sucking it clean.
Snorting, Harry shook his hand and helped her to her feet. He took the showerhead from her and used it to clean her face gently before kissing her passionately.
“Have I mentioned how amazing you are lately?” Harry asked with a smile.
“Hmm, maybe,” Tonks smirked.
Giving him another kiss, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. After they toweled off, they walked back into the bedroom to get dressed.
“Feel better?” Tonks asked, wrapping her arm around Harry after he’d put his shirt on.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling softly.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Tonks said. “I’ll help you with your dueling if you promise not to hide in the basement for more than a few hours. Deal?”
“Deal,” Harry smiled before giving her a kiss. “But what about Malfoy, Slughorn, and Dumbledore?”
“Well, we’ve got two brilliant girlfriends,” Tonks grinned. “How about we go ask them?”
Taking his hand, they made their way to the library. They found Fleur sitting on a couch in the library with Hermione sprawled out, her head in Fleur’s lap. The blonde ran her fingers through Hermione’s hair while they each read their own books. Parchment and books littered the low table in front of them, indicating they’d been at it for quite some time.
Fleur looked up first when she heard them enter and smile. She nudged Hermione, who looked over before sitting up.
“Have you stopped brooding?” she asked with a teasing smile.
“For now,” Harry smiled.
“Are you ready to tell us what’s bozzering you, mon amour?” Fleur asked.
Before he could answer, Tonks led him over to the couch, pushed him down between Hermione and Fleur, and then plopped herself in his lap, her feet laid across Fleur’s lap.
“I just feel like I haven’t been doing enough,” Harry said.
“Why do I have a feeling you’re not talking about schoolwork?” Hermione asked.
“Because I’m not,” Harry said, giving her a small, brief smile. “I need to figure out exactly what Malfoy is up to; I need to get that memory from Slughorn, and I need to talk to Dumbledore. Voldemort’s out there, and eventually, I’m going to have to face him. If Dumbledore’s not going to be around, I need more than just a handful of memories to go on.”
“We don’t know that he’s dying,” Hermione said. “It just looks like the Withering Curses. It could be something else.”
“And if it isn’t?” Harry asked.
Hermione worried her bottom lip, staring at him helplessly.
“I don’t like it either, but we need to know,” Harry said.
“You’re right,” Tonks said. “I don’t think there much we can do to help there, though. You know Dumbledore better than the rest of us. But we can help you with the rest. Malfoy should be easy. We just need to take turns watching the Map, find out where he’s going, and confront him.”
“What about Slughorn?” Harry asked. “Every time I bring up the memory, he runs away.”
“What do you zhink, ‘Ermione?” Fleur asked.
“I’m not sure,” Hermione said. “I mean, I can’t think of anything he wants bad enough to give up that memory. It’s obviously something he’s ashamed of and wants to keep hidden.”
“Even if it could cost thousands of lives?” Harry asked disgustedly.
Hermione shrugged.
“I wish zhere was somezhing I could do to help,” Fleur sighed.
“Actually, there is,” Harry said. “We need to know more about Horcruxes. Can you try to find some information about them? Quietly? If Voldemort finds out we know, we may never be able to find all of them.”
“I don’t understand why he hid them the way he did in the first place,” Hermione said. “It would make much more sense to use something like a rock and then toss it into a lake or something. No one would ever be able to find it.”
“Let’s just be grateful he’s not that smart,” Tonks said.
“I think it’s more about how arrogant he is,” Harry told her. “I think a part of him wants people to know how far he’s gone. You know, I’ve been thinking… If I used our connection, I might be able to-”
“No!” Hermione barked. “It’s too dangerous. He could just as easily learn what you know, and then he will put them someplace we’ll never find them.”
“She’s right,” Tonks said.
Sighing, Harry leaned back and closed his eyes. Tonks could practically feel the frustration pouring off of him. Silently, she looked over at Hermione and Fleur.
“Alright, look,” she said. “We can’t do anything until we get back to Hogwarts. For now, let’s just enjoy the rest of our vacation.”
“Can we go out to zhe pool now?” Fleur asked.
Grinning, Tonks hopped off Harry’s lap and pulled him to his feet.
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After a quick change of clothes, Harry followed Tonks, Hermione, and Fleur out to the pool. Ginny elbowed Ron in the ribs when he started gaping at Fleur, who covered a giggle.
“Iffy, no,” June called. “You shouldn’t be flying like that.”
Harry watched as Iffy flew in a meandering path towards him. As she got closer, he could see her cheeks were rosy, and she had a wide, dopy smile on her face. Landing on the top of his head, she slipped, her tiny legs dangling in front of his eyes while she clutched tightly at his hair. Giggling, she pulled herself up and sat nestled in his hair.
“Is she drunk?” Tonks asked.
“She got into June’s margarita,” Apolline smirked.
“I looked away for a second,” June said defensively.
“How much did she have?” Hermione asked just as Iffy hiccuped.
“Just a sip,” June replied.
“She should be fine,” Andromeda said. “Her magic will burn through the alcohol quickly.”
Chuckling, Harry walked over to the lounge chairs and took a seat, careful not to dislodge his drunken passenger. As soon as he was settled, Iffy leaned over and smiled drunkenly before hiccuping again.
“I swear, you get into more trouble than I do,” Harry said.
Iffy giggled a moment before she fell, tumbling over his face and landing sprawled on his chest.
“You are wasted,” Tonks laughed.
“She’s kind of cute like that,” Susan giggled.
Standing up, Iffy took to the air and crashed head-first into Hermione’s bushy hair.
“Careful, don’t pull,” Hermione said, reaching up to stop the Fairy from getting tangled in her curly locks.
“Am I getting a tan line?” Fleur asked, pulling her bikini top slightly to the side, revealing more of her breast.
“It looks like it,” Tonks said.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry watched Ginny roll her eyes and elbowed Ron in the ribs.
“Where’s Molly?” Fleur asked.
“She’s inside making dinner,” Andy said. “Did you need something?”
“Non,” Fleur smiled.
Looking at Harry, her eyes sparkled as she sat up and untied her top. A strangled gurgle left Ron’s throat when she pulled off her top, baring her perfect breasts.
“Don’t swallow your tongue,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
“For Merlin’s sake, they’re just breasts,” Hermione said, reaching back and untying her own top. “When we went to France, everyone on the beach was topless.”
Grinning, Tonks shed her top as well. Iffy moved to follow their lead before remembering she wasn’t wearing clothes.
“Ron!” Ginny hissed as her brother stared wide eyed and open mouthed.
“Oh, let him stare,” Tonks said. “Maybe he’ll act normal after he gets it out of his system.”
“I doubt it,” Ginny scoffed.
“You know, if you go topless, he might not want to stare so much,” Tonks smirked.
“My mum would kill me,” Ginny said, shaking her head.
Picking up her wand, Fleur gave it a wave. A ripple of magic spread throughout the patio.
“What was that?” Hermione asked.
“A Notice-Me-Not Ward,” Fleur smiled. “It will keep Molly from noticing anyzhing she doesn’t expect.”
“Well, there you go,” Tonks grinned, looking at Ginny.
Ginny bit her lip nervously, realizing her bluff had been called. Giving Harry a quick glance, she took a deep breath and quickly shucked off her top.
“Ginny!” Ron yelled, slapping a hand over his eyes.
“Oh, grow up,” Ginny spat.
Smiling, Harry deliberately looked down at her chest before looking back up and giving her a wink. Ginny blushed but smiled, looking less self-conscious.
“Do you flirt with everyone?” Daphne asked.
Harry looked up at her and grinned, raking his gaze over her bikini clad frame.
“Jealous?” Harry asked.
Daphne scoffed, “You wish.”
Ron peeked through his fingers, his face glowing red.
As she walked past him to one of the open lounges, Harry felt a bit daring. Reaching out, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. Daphne looked at him in surprise, a flush running up her neck.
“Take it off,” Harry said, glancing at her top.
“Why should I do that?” Daphne asked, trying and failing to look haughty.
Gripping her hips, Harry leaned forward, putting his mouth next to her ear.
“Because you like it when I tell you what to do,” he whispered.
Sitting back, he lifted an eyebrow and waited. Daphne stared at him, her blue eyes sparkling, and licked her lips.
“And if I don’t?” she asked softly.
“Nothing,” Harry said.
Daphne stared at him for a long moment before hesitantly reaching back and untying her top. Pulling it over her head, she dropped it to the floor.
“No way,” Ron whispered in awe.
Glancing over her shoulder, Daphne glared at him coldly. Ron’s mouth closed with a click as his ears reddened. He turned to look at Ginny, remembering too late she was topless too. After the briefest peek at her chest, he looked away, his face burning red. Harry snorted and looked over at the adults to see how they were reacting. Apolline, Evangeline, Andromeda, and June were all sipping margaritas, whispering amongst themselves and giggling like schoolgirls.
With a smirk, Tonks tossed a bottle of tanning lotion that landed on Harry’s chest. Picking up the bottle, he grinned and squirted some onto his palm. Daphne licked her lips as he rubbed his hands together. Without the least bit of hesitation, Harry grasped both of her breasts and rubbed the lotion into them. He continued to hold her gaze as he blatantly groped her chest, watching a pretty flush run up her neck to her cheeks.
After a couple of minutes, he slid his hands around to her back, pulled her close, and kissed her on the lips. Daphne moaned in surprise, hesitating for just a moment before kissing him back. Harry heard loud giggles, though, surprisingly, they came from the adults.
“I think I see why so many of the girls like him now,” June giggled.
Placing her hands on his chest, Daphne sat up breathlessly. Smirking at Harry, she climbed off of him and sat on the lounge next to his. He smiled at he and leaned back in his own. Spotting Susan hanging on the edge of the pool, staring at him in shock, he decided to tease her a bit.
“You need some lotion, Susie?” Harry asked, holding up the bottle.
Blushing bright red, Susan ducked under the water, causing everyone to laugh. Smiling, Harry leaned back and tried to relax. There was a lot to worry about, but not much he could do about it at the moment. For now, he’d take Tonks’ advice and enjoy his vacation.
But when he got back to Hogwarts, everything would need to change.
Comments
Rhett Sellers
Lol, I agree, most young men, even ones with experience will stare for a bit. These are likely the first Ron has seen. Challenge any man to tell you when they saw their first pair breasts (after puberty hit) - no matter the age, they can tell you. Its a completely normal reaction, exaggerated by the fact that he absolutely didnt expect such a thing from Hermione, or Daphne, both of whom he would never have expected to see just go topless at a pool due to their conservative behavior in general. There is a shock factor. Poking fun at Ron's immaturity can be amusing, but in this case almost every boy in their year would behave similarly. Harry is an exception - he's not only seen them all topless before, he is also sleeping with 3 beautiful women almost every day.
James Trammell
They were all scoffing at Ron for his reaction to seeing the women topless, but come on, he’s a teenage boy looking at a bunch of beautiful women showing their breasts. Can one REALLY blame him? Even though this was shorter than usual it was still enjoyable. Keep up the great work!
Alatoic
The best part of this story (beside the sex) is that we can see the changes in the book, how a better network will help Harry and how happy he is with his little harem, wonder if this will stop after book 6 or we will see continue with parts of book 7.
Erinnyes
Wonderful work, as always! Glad to see the girls have ways of getting Harry out of his brooding. 😁
adorsey
Great chapter!
