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6. Shades of Hades

In the morning, Harry wakes to find himself a bit confused. He was in a strange room. The springs in the bed he found himself in were not poking him in the back. The paint that covered the walls was not cracked. The sheets were not thread-bare. The one thing that stood out beyond all that was the mound of flesh pressed against him, and intertwined between his head.

Sometime during the night, Nymmy had snuck into his room and snuggled up against him. Her head rest on his shoulder, and her right arm was resting atop his chest. He felt warm, safe and uncharacteristically well rested. When he decided to move however brought with it a violent shock. Nymphadora Tonks would have none of that.

"My Harry! Gerroff, find your own," she muttered sleepily reaffirming her hold of him with vice-like protectiveness.

"Tonks?" He asked, but got no reply.

"Tonks?!" Harry stated more firmly.

"hmmm?" She said, still not quite awake, however she moved her arm from his chest sliding it down slowly until it rested over his crotch, which was quite awake as most males are morning risers.

"Nymmy!!!"

"Wotcher Harry, what?" She said, blinking away the sleep.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"Bad dream, came in to check on you. You wouldn't settle down, either, until I climbed into bed." She said, however thoughtlessly she kept her hand in place until what was beneath it twitched against her palm. Looking down, she noticed what she; and for that matter, what Harry was doing. "Merlin Harry, you're huge!"

"Well, I've never woke up next to a woman before, let alone a girl, and you just happen to still holding it. Any particular reason why?" This caused many facial reactions from Tonks.

She went pale, then pink, then finally bright red, before she noticed the smug grin on his face. Well, that was that. Her wide doe eyes narrowed maliciously, before she immediately jumped on top of him. Legs on either side of him, she straddled his waste pinning his arms above his head. She had a look now of triumph.

What she hadn't noticed, however, was that while atop of him and struggling, little Harry was quite comfortably and intimately getting to know the nether regions of Miss Nymphadora Tonks. As he struggled she ground down causing Harry a bit of a problem. Fully distracted, Harry didn't hear her question the first attempt she made to ask it.

"Give up, Harry?" She asked again grinding back down on him.

"Uhhh... n-no... definitely not!" He said, which caused her to grind down on him again, and now she definitely realized what she was doing, or rather what reaction she was having on him.

Harry struggled and struggled with her, but damn, that metamorph was strong. Finally he lost it. At the point he was pushing up against her she ground against him again as he arching his back it happened. Harry's eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he made a mess inside he shorts. This in turn caused a fit full of giggles from Nymphadora Tonks.

"It looks like you, um, enjoyed being dominated there, Harry," she said, now resting her head atop her hands, which in turn was atop his chest, looking at him, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"You're evil, you know that, right? He said, opening his eyes now. She was barely in focus, now, however he could make out her smug grin. And the violet eyes looking right at him.

At this point, and with no malice, he reached out, put his hands on her cheeks, rolled her off of him, and planted a soft kiss gently on her lips. There was no exploration, nor was it passionate. It was just a simple loving kiss and one that she returned. When they broke apart, she look at him deep in his eyes, composing what she wanted to say.

"You're a mess, you know that?"

"Well, I know my life's not exactly easy..." Harry started but was cut off.

"I'm talking about the load you blasted at me, still in your underwear. Um, want me to take care of that?" She said, giving him a wink. Before he could answer, she had her wand in hand. Pulling the waste-band away from his skin, she muttered a quick cleaning charm, got a quick eye full of little Harry, before releasing hold of his underwear with a snap. "What a waste."

"What are you on about, Nymmy?"

"Oh nothing, you ready for a work out?"

"I'm sorry?"

"We Tonks' work out every morning. Come on, it's already 6:30." She said, standing up, and stretching.

Harry stood up, and looked around the room. Everything seemed a bit off from what he remembered it. Stretching up on the balls of his feet he reached out with his arms getting eliciting multiple pops from his vertebrae. He was down and Nymmy, now. 'Wait,' he thought. 'Since when do I look down at her?' Just yesterday it was across, prior year it was up slightly due to his malnutrition. Now it was most certainly down, if only slightly. 'I love magic!'

After getting dressed into some comfortable work out clothes, he followed Nymmy down the stairs and out the back door. The Tonks family had an astonishing zen garden in the middle. It was a sand circle consisting of black and white sand, in the form of the yin and yang. At the points of opposite intrusion were two circular stones, one of black obsidian and one of white quartz. It was surrounded by an octagonal raised wooden platform. Outside of the platform, was your standard garden, with grass, and the yard was bordered with Japanese cherry blossom trees, and edged with roses, orchids, petunias and lilys.

In Harry's opinion, it was very nice and very peaceful.

Standing on the platform, were Ted and Andromeda Tonks already in the middle of their work out when they her the back door open. Noticing the two of them, still not quite cognitive, Ted decided to have some fun.

"So what are you intentions towards my daughter, Potter?" He said with a stern tone.

"Sir?"

"I believe the question was: what are you intentions towards my daughter?" He said again, using the same tone of voice. Andromeda watching this exchange barely able to contain her laughter. She reached into her workout pants, and pinched her thigh to stifle it.

"Sir, I'm afraid I don't understand what my intentions have to do with Nymmy."

"Harry," Andromeda started with a grin, "Upon waking this morning we checked in on Nymphadora as we normally do, when she decides to stay at home, and what do we find but an empty, and still made bed. Being concerned we checked on you as well, and what do you think that we found?" She finished with mock indignation, and tapping her foot for effect. This caused Harry's complexion to pale, looking at the two of them, which in Andromeda's opinion was not the reaction that she was hoping for. She was hoping for pink cheeks of embarrassment. This caused another reaction in her daughter, however.

"Mum! How dare you." She said, storming up to her mother until they were eye to eye. "Harry may look like Uncle James, but he is more like his mum than you will ever know. He is nice and kind. He would go out of his way to help a person in need. He most certainly is not a prankster or playboy. He is an honorable man!"

Andromeda now knew that the prank that she and Ted were intending had, indeed, back fired. Not only had she scared Harry but she insulted her daughter. In doing so, she realized that the little girl who had taken care of her little prince had developed other feelings for the young man standing before her. She was fiercely loyal to Harry, and if Andromeda didn't push it, she could see this relationship building and growing only strong.

"Nymphadora, I'm sorry. We were just intending to have one on, you know. We love you." Looking over at Harry, now, she started speaking to him. "Harry, I apologize. We were just wanting to have a little fun with you. Seeing how you reacted does indeed remind me more of your mum. She wore her feelings on her sleeve, which isn't a bad thing. I know that you would never do anything against our daughter. Besides, she is an Auror and could give you a run for your money."

Harry looked at her now, and felt immediate relief. "Nothing to forgive. I suppose that I should start getting use to the way you are, and I'm not saying that to be mean, but to be honest; at least for me, I've only just met you. You really don't know me, and I really don't know you. However, I would like to opportunity to get to know you." He said with an honest smile.

"Deal!" Ted said, after having witness their carefully laid prank be eradicated. "OK, let's get to the exercise, then breakfast."

"What did you have in mind?" Harry asked tentively.

"Calisthenics and Kata." Ted replied simply.

"Calla what?"

"Calisthenics, you know, push-ups, sit-ups, leg-lifts, stretching, and then kata."

"Okay, but what exactly is kata?"

An hour later, Harry felt as if his muscles were on fire. The push-ups and sit-ups were something that he had gotten used to doing every morning, just not to this extent. Five hundred push-ups might not be too bad for a member of the muggle military, however for a boy of almost seventeen, it was something that he now knew without a doubt would be something that he would be doing daily for the foreseeable future. The leg-lifts were a brand of torture.

Harry had to lay flat on his back, with his head between Nymmy's feet. He grabbed her ankles, and lifted his feets, stiff as a board and heels together, until they were directly above his head. At this point, the exercise began. Nymmy would pussh his feet away, and before they hit the ground, Harry would kick them back up and that completed one repetition. Harry completed fifty of these.

Sitting at the table now, after finishing breakfast, Harry pondered what it was that they needed to complete today. While thinking about this, an owl flew from the back door, dropping a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table. The headline was something that he was not expecting at all.

Molly Weasley: Despicable Embezzler or Death Eater
By Rita Skeeter

Last night, while being questioned by a group of ten Ministry Aurors in regards to the theft of more than 350 million galleons from Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived, Molly Weasley was incarcerated after delivered the killing curse to Auror Henry Dawlish, whom happened to have previously been assigned to body guard duty to the former Minister of Magic.

Arthur Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Ginevra Weasley and Hermione Granger were found at the Weasley residence, and also taken into custody. All of the above-mentioned witch or wizards were then questioned one at a time under Veritaserum.

This ladies and gentlemen is where the story takes a rather interesting twist. Ronald Weasley had to be stunned two times while in custody of the Aurors. What happened next proved to be disasterous for the young man. When conducting a body cavity search upon Ronald Weasley, he attempted to sexually assault Auror Thomas Jones, who was conducting the search.

When questioned under the Veritaserum, however, we learned more torrid news about the intentions of Mr. Ronald Weasley. Ronald Weasley admitted to using the non-ministry approved controlled substance Amortentia on Hermione Granger as an apparent means to sway her affections from Harry Potter. In addition, he also admits to stealing more than sixty thousand galleons from Mr. Potter.

Ms. Granger, when questioned, however, proved that she was not the know-it-all; as she has come to be known amongst her peers at Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, by being completely and utterly ignorant of not only the theft, but the love potion as well.

Genevra Weasley admitted under Veritaserum that she had been using the non-ministry approved controlled substance Amortentia on Harry James Potter, the Boy-who-lived himself for well over a year. Upon hearing this, this reporter researched the affects of long-term exposure to Amortentia, and amongst the side effects are magical outbursts as well as diminished magical copacity.

Last year, Harry Potter had been seen with Headmaster Albus Dumbledore on many occasions and it is rumored that he was with the headmaster at the time of his death. If it is proved that Harry Potter was with the Chief Mugwump at the time of his passing, the ministry of magic claims that the may be able to press charges against Ms. Weasley for accessory to murder of the former head of the Wizengamut.

Sadly, when Arthur Weasley Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifact department was questioned, he was found to be as ignorant of the comings and goings of his family as Ms. Granger.

Molly Weasley, when questioned under Veritaserum admitted to the embezzlement, as well, as a plot to have her daughter marry the boy-who-lived. She also admitted to plotting to kill the boy-who-lived upon his distruction of he-who-must-not-be-named, in an effort for her family to secure the Potter monies.

We here at the Daily Prophet have not always been a friend to the boy-who-lived, and would like to take this opportunity to humbly apologize for his treatment in the past. I, Rita Skeeter, would like to personally apologize for my own personal treatment of Mr. Potter, as well.

"Bloody hell!" Harry said, almost loosing his breakfast. He handed the paper over to Nymmy, excused himself to the loo, and promptly walked upstairs. Tonks, upon his exit, quickly read the article to its completion.

"Bugger all... Mum, I better get up there." Tonks said, handing her mum the paper.