Harry Potter and the Tails of Change

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, nor do I own any of the settings that JKR created in Harry's world.  Any resemblance to anyone; living, dead, or imagined, is purely coincidental, and not intended on my part.

A/N: This is a work of fiction, and I have altered reality from how JKR wrote things.  First off, Nymphadora Tonks is a 6th year when Harry is in his first.  Second, this story starts off in the summer between Harry's third and fourth years, so he has met Sirius, and knows he's innocent.  Third, I'm having Harry be just a wee bit more intelligent, and have something more of a backbone by this time in his life.  This story may include relations between two consenting females, so if that doesn't float your boat, you have been warned here, and can take appropriate action.

A/N 1: Taena Haslinger is © and ™ her owner.

Chapter 7: Diagon, Discussions, and Discoveries (Day Two)

Harry blinked awake, slowly remembering what had happened the previous days, his eyes slowly focusing on the sight above him.  He smiled inwardly as he gazed up at the underside of ‘Dora’s bosom, thinking to himself “One could get used to waking up to sights like this.”  He relaxed, not wishing to wake his wife too roughly, “Morning, my lovely wife.”

‘Dora smiled down at Harry, “Morning, husband.  Before you enjoy the view too much, we need to finish off your shopping, then I can try and see what sort of education you’ve had since I saw you last.”

The young Wizard nods while stretching, “We also have the meeting with Remus to schedule, most likely tomorrow at the earliest, so we can have backup for my first full try at my Animagus form.”

The young Auror nods, then kisses Harry on his nose before standing up, “I look forward to seeing his reaction, beloved.  I also think he’ll be able to help us ascertain your new ‘normal’ for power level.”

Harry grimaces before nodding, “I can already tell you that I can feel my magic singing to me, in my blood.  Just waiting to be unleashed.”  He then sits up before padding over to the closet and picking out a comfortable ensemble, consisting of dark grey slacks, an autumn red shirt, and a classic black robe, “What exactly are we shopping for today, ‘Dora?”

‘Dora smiles, “You can forgo the robe, dear.  We’re heading out to non-magical side today, for things which you normally just can’t find on the Wizarding side.”

The young wizard nods, putting the robe back on its hangar, “My guess is that that would include any workout clothes I’d require, to get into shape,” he asks with a slight grin on his face, “I’m also going to guess that we’re going to be finding more entertainment choices, at least those that can be shielded from magical interference.”

Smiling as she moved over to her husband, the young Auror nods, “I’ll let you in on a tiny secret.  The reason most modern stuff doesn’t work at Hogwarts isn’t entirely due to the magic that’s concentrated there.  Dumbledore suspects that one of the previous Headmasters put a ward in place, that he hasn’t been able to locate, that purposely degrades electronics, to keep them away from the ‘pureblood’ faction, and keep the Wizarding world where it is, in the era that that Headmaster felt was best for the Wizarding world to exist in.  He thinks it’s been in place since electricity was first discovered, if not longer.”

Harry nodded, “Makes sense, especially if said Headmaster was frightened by what he saw, with how electricity had so many ‘magical’ qualities as well.  Plus, it would make certain families happier, knowing that the ‘riffraff’ wouldn’t be able to pollute the traditions that were in place with their new fangled ideas.”  He then shakes his head, and with a cheeky grin says, “Perhaps we should point Hermione at said ward, tell her that it’s keeping things from being taught.”

‘Dora shakes her head at her husband’s silliness, “I will poke Albus with the concept that ‘younger’ eyes may have a fresh outlook into how to deal with the issue.”  She then picks up a set of keys, “Ready, hon?  We’re taking mundane transport, as with what we’re buying, it’ll look odd if we don’t have a way of transporting it.”  She then looks conspiratorially at Harry, “Though, to be honest, the trunk is set up so an Elf can easily pop in and take what’s put in there.  The outside look is to keep folks from asking too many questions about the amount of stuff that fits into it.”

The young Wizard nods at this, then gasps as he sees what’s in the garage.  Before him is what appears to be a fully kitted out Dodge Magnum, with tinted windows and a subtly elegant paint scheme that almost seemed to scream: I’m wealthy, ignore my eccentricity.  Looking closer, he sees that the car has been modified to work correctly with the way autos move in London and the rest of the country.

—One rather boring car ride later—

Harry and ‘Dora started their day at Harrod’s before moving on to other more specialized stores, ‘Dora smiling impishly whenever Harry would purchase something that allowed the young Wizard to enjoy some of the childhood he’d been robbed of.

A couple times the young couple would run into someone they knew from Hogwarts, but for the most part, the young couple used the day as the first opportunity to ‘date’ and get to know each other a bit better.

—Another Car Ride, plus more stuff that shouldn’t be needed to be written down—

When the young couple arrived back home, they were pleasantly surprised to find Remus waiting outside for them, greeting them with a huge smile.

Harry exclaimed, once the car was parked in the garage, “Hey Mooney, hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long.  ‘Dora couldn’t wait to show me just some of the things that I missed out on being brought up by my relatives.”

Remus smiles, “Wasn’t waiting that long, pup, had decided to come early and see how you two lovebirds were holding up.”  He then shakes his head, “Your parents would be exceedingly happy for you, Harry.  Not just for being who you are, despite your upbringing, but also for the fact that you don’t let things hold you back from what you truly want.”  He then looks at ‘ Dora, “I’m happy Harry found you, for so many reasons, though the main one is that he’s got someone who’s not only good for him, but also is able to look after him as he needs.”

‘Dora smiles, then hugs Harry from behind, “It’s hard not to love this young man, even without the Bond, I’d care for him.  The bond just adds a bit of spice to what could have been an interesting courtship.”

Harry smiles, then kisses ‘Dora’s nose, “It would have taken at minimum another two to three years for me to get the nerve up to try to do anything with you, my love.  I can be brutally honest, when I say that my upbringing, such as it was, has left me severely lacking in the understanding of how to properly approach any one of the opposite sex.  The Bond, in its own way, has evened out a lot of the bumpier issues that I know would have raised their heads as I tried dating.”  He then checks his watch, “‘Dora, sweetie, we should be expecting a floo call in a few moments from our esteemed Transfiguration Professor.”  He winks at Remus, “All she knows is that I have a few questions that need to be answered in person,” he then looks at his hands, “I know the Marauders did their work without her help, but she has done so much for me lately that I feel she should know what my first form is.”  Then with a cheeky grin, he says quietly, “Plus I want to see her face when she sees what my form is.”

Mooney gives a barking laugh, “No, pup, I don’t mind, plus I think she knew more than she let on.”

‘Dora smiles as she heads for the ‘public’ Floo, shaking her head, “Glad I let her in on where we were, sweetie.  I’m also exceedingly glad to hear that you’re thinking about the fact you might need help getting back to ‘you’.”

With a ‘fwoosh,' the large fireplace erupts in green flames, and a voice speaks, “Nymphadora Potter, would you please allow me access to your home?”

The young Auror smiles at hearing her new name from her favorite professor, “Access granted, Minerva.  Please come on through.”

With a different sounding ‘fwoosh,' the older Witch steps through into the foyer, “Now, care to tell me why your husband wants me here?  I could easily answer most questions about his homework by owl post.”

‘Dora smiles, “He wants it to be a surprise, though he’s also called in Remus Lupin, I think as a link to his parents and Godfather.”

Minerva shakes her head as she hears this, “He takes entirely too much after both his parents.  I’ll tell the story once we’re together, I think the young man will appreciate hearing it.”

Harry smiles as he sees his wife and Transfiguration Professor enter, hearing the last bit of the conversation, “You know I love hearing any tidbits about my parents, even if it seems a lot of folks can’t speak too much as it brings up the pain of losing them.”  He then looks into McGonagall’s eyes, “It might hurt to tell the stories, but I’d like you and the rest of those that knew them best to know that I believe in sharing the stories of my parents, you’re giving them a more fitting memorial than whatever exists currently, and I’d love to be able to feel for myself that I’m doing something they’d take pride in.”

Remus smiles as he hears this, a weight seemingly lifted from his shoulders, “I’m glad to hear you put it that way, ‘pup’.”  He then hands Harry back the essay that the young Wizard had asked him to look over, “At first glance, this essay would earn you an ‘O’ in Defense, even with the heavy reliance on Transfiguration terms.”

Harry passes the essay on to McGonagall, “My essay, Professor.  Though I hope what I’m about to show you might count as unofficial ‘extra credit’.”

The older Witch smiles as she accepts the parchment, then stares at Harry, “How thorough was your research, young man?”

Giving a sheepish look at his favorite professor, and head of house, “Exceedingly?”  He then noses ‘Dora, “I might need a bit of room for this hon, I don’t know the size I’ll be.”

The gathered friends and family stepped back and gave Harry more than enough room, unless he happened to be bigger than the house, which would prevent him form transforming unless under pressure

Harry then disrobed to just the bare minimum for modesty, before slowly transforming into his Kitsune form; feet and hands first, next legs and arms, then his body, and lastly his head, the four tails slowly lengthening from his back as the transformation completes itself.  He is approximately two and a half times larger than a normal fox, in all dimensions.  His coloration is similar to a Black Fox, but with red ‘socks’ and highlights to his fur, with a distinct red lightning bolt pattern visible on his forehead.

‘Dora recovers first and begins stroking her hands over Harry, “Magnificent, beloved.  Though I wonder what this might unlock, especially given what I remember about Kitsune’s power and the number of tails they have.”

Mooney recovers next, studying his unofficial ‘nephew,’ “Form looks good, ‘pup’.”  He then closes his eyes, “I’m going to be contacting a colleague of mine in Japan, if you allow it, Harry.  She’s a friend who’s an expert on Kitsune, though when you meet her, there might be a bit of an issue, as her form’s that of a white nine-tail kitsune.”

McGonagall takes in the transformed Teen then shakes her head, “You’re too much like both your parents, Harry.  Yes, I knew about your dad and his friends in school, but your mother was quite talented in her own way, and there was a reason her nickname was ‘Tiger Lilly.'”  At a curious look from the kitsune before her, “Your mother’s form was that of an ice white tigress, with a slight elemental affinity for ice as well.”

Harry’s ears perk up at this before he begins padding around, his tails swishing as he investigates and gets used to his new form. He noses his wife a moment before, tilting his head, he gives the tail that’s second most from the right a twitch and four balls of kitsunebi form at the tips of his tails, before dancing above the transformed Wizard, “I’d love to hear more.  Especially if she found her second form as well,” is spelled out in bluebell colored flames, “I’m going to switch back now, this is harder than it looks.”

With a ‘pop’ of displaced air, Harry vanishes from beside his wife, then reappears in the middle again, as clothed as he was before the transformation.  The young Wizard gives a shake of his head before exclaiming, “Damn, that was weird.  It was as if my magic could understand what I wanted, and took me to a place where I’d be safe to do it.”

Minerva nodded at this, “It has been a while since I’ve dealt with a magical animagus, though your Godfather could do with a bit of help in that area, if he were able to listen in.”

Harry smiles before producing the communication mirror and contacting Sirius, who, after disengaging himself from Dominique, says, “Something come up, ‘Pup?'”  Harry nods, “Professor McGonagall just saw my first form, as its part of my extra credit homework.  She then said that she had information that was pertinent to ‘magical’ Animagi, such as myself and she suggested you’d do to hear this as well.”

Padfoot’s jaw dropped at this, “Are you telling me that I could, potentially, have the abilities of a Grim, without knowing it?”

Minerva nods, “Your godson here is a fine specimen of a Four Tailed Kitsune, though we may have to wait to see if the number of tails is because of Power Level, number of times he’s survived near-death experiences, or is a combination of the twain.”

There’s a startled sputter from the mirror before a new voice is heard, “Ma’am, m’name’s Dominique Argent, and besides loving this shaggy fellow here, I happen to be the Transfiguration mistress at Dawn’s Point Academy.  I’ve read young Harry’s essay, and, if I may be so bold, if what he’s discovered holds true, then we may be able to use it to help those previously unable to become Animagi, such as Metamorphmagi, Lycanthropes, and possibly Veela.  The research he’s put into the paper is something I’d happily give an ‘O’ to, for one of my NEWT level students.”

Remus nods at this, “I’d have to get a potion master’s input into the changes you’ve suggested for the Lycanthropes, but if what you’ve discovered holds true, there may be a more permanent solution to handling Weres, such as myself.”  He looks directly in Harry’s eyes, “I don’t know how you thought of the possibility, but if you’re right, then with the modified potion, I could become a ‘Werewolf’ animagus, and become a whole lot less dangerous to be around.”

Minerva blinks at this, “That’s high praise, Lady Argent.  I’ll have to read the essay myself, but I’ll say that, given what I’ve seen already, I’d be happy to give Harry his ‘O’ for the essay, and possibly see about publishing it in Transfiguration Quarterly.”

Harry blinks at that last bit, then blushes, “All I did was do some research into the mechanics behind why certain folks couldn’t become Animagi.”

Dominique smiles in the mirror, “You, young man, looked at the problem from an entirely new angle.  I’d love to hear Professor McGonagall’s thoughts on Magical Animagi, though, as she’s the leading expert in that field.”

The Transfiguration Professor blushes noticeably at this praise, then settles herself, “From my own studies, and those that I’ve come across in my own research, folks who have a Magical Animagus form tend to acquire some, if not all of the abilities inherent with the form they can become.  Harry here may find that his power levels may change if he gains another tail.  Sirius, if he’s made aware of things, may find that he has at least some of the abilities of a Grim, though he can turn them on and off depending on the situation.”

Harry nods at this, “Now, since the Goblins say that my second form wasn’t ‘set’ yet, the Cleansing I went through might change what it was.”  He looks up at Minerva, “Professor, is there anything that I could do to narrow down what the form is?”

Padfoot grimaces when he hears about the Cleansing, “Why did you need to go through that, pup?  Those rituals aren’t things to go through lightly.”

The young Wizard smiles at his Godfather, “First, the Goblins found blocks on my magic, some placed by my parents, some placed by our esteemed Headmaster, and others that appear to have been put in place by myself to help me cope with my relatives.  Second, there was something left behind by HIM, the night he tried murdering me, and I lost my immediate family.  Third, let’s just say the Goblin Healers didn’t like how I looked to their Magic and told me in no certain terms that undergoing the Ritual was in my best interest.  Especially since I was normally operating at roughly a quarter of my potential.”

At each of these revelations each Witch or Wizard listening in gaped at Harry, with the exception of ‘Dora, who had heard it before.

Mooney shakes his head, “Harry, let me just say that, without knowing more about what you’ve gone through, that I know grown people who wouldn’t put up with even a quarter of what I know you’ve been through.”

Sirius’ image nods in the mirror, “Sounds like there was a good reason after all, pup, I was just worried.”

McGonagall simply shook her head, “You are full of surprises, young man.  To answer your question, I’d recommend reading some of the NEWT level and above material available on Animagi.  I’ll forward you my copies.”  She then graces the young Wizard with a smile, “Though, I’d also suggest perusing books on what Hagrid considers ‘Cute and fuzzy’ for inspiration, knowing the luck you have.”

Harry nods at this, then mutters to himself, “Knowing my luck, my other form is something on the order of a Nundu.”  Louder he says, “I do have the notes I took from the vision, and I read in the back of the book the Marauders used that meditation can be beneficial to those who have trouble discerning their forms.  It also suggested that Occlumency might also aide in narrowing things down.”

‘Dora smiles, “I’m fully licensed to train others in the beginner steps of Occlumency, and my mum is a certified trainer.  Even if it doesn’t help narrow things down, the study should prove beneficial in the long run, simply for retention and studying.”

The transfiguration Professor nods, “Your friend Hermione has a natural form of this study, with the way she organizes everything she does.  Though even she would benefit from at least studying the books.”  She then looks into the mirror at Sirius and Dominique, “That scamp there might be able to still find his second form, if you help him, Dominique.  Though I dread what mischief he might get into when he knows he has a totally unknown form.”

Padfoot gives a barking laugh, “My lovely companion here has been tempering my tendency to prank, though some might say that she’s simply making me come up with things that are not just funny, but are also in good taste.”

Dominique’s image blushes, then looks to Minerva, “Though, from what I’ve heard through the grapevine, I will be turning a blind eye towards anything done to prank that vile man who teaches Potions at Hogwarts.  We’ve had several former Hogwarts students come to our school to re-take their OWLs and then study up for their NEWTs and Masteries.”

Minerva’s mouth thins to a disapproving line, “Officially, I cannot condone any attacks on another Professor.”  She then grins, “Unofficially, however, I can honestly say that I wish there was something we could do to get that petty and evil man out of the school.”  She then shakes her head, “However, unless he leaves under his own power, the Headmaster will protect him with everything he has.”

Harry nods, then sighs, “I just wish he’d see me for who I am, rather than my Father.  However, I get the feeling that he had a crush, at the very minimum, on my mum, and seeing her eyes framed by what ostensibly seems to be his ‘rival’s’ face, is just too much for him, on top of his normally acerbic and foul personality.”  He then looks up at McGonagall, “I look forward to seeing the grade you give me for that paper, Professor.”

McGonagall smiles, “Right now, given what I’ve seen, I’m thinking you’re aiming at an ‘O’, with Honors.  I hope to see such behavior when you return to school as well, Mr. Potter.”  She then does something that startles the rest of the gathered Magic users, and giggles, “Harry, I’ll give you a bonus, that if you can use your form to prank Filius, Pomona, and Dumbledore, I’ll make sure I oversee any and all detentions you may accrue this year.”

Harry shakes his head, “Way to set the bar high, Professor.  I look forward to accepting said challenge, though my first ‘targets’, however, are going to be a set of twins who we both know and ‘love’.”

McGonagall shakes her head with repressed mirth, then seems to remember something, “Mrs. Potter, you are aware of what’s coming to Hogwarts this year?”  At the young Auror’s nod, “Given your husband’s tendency to attract trouble like gold attracts Nifflers, I think it would behove you to start training him in the Auror Survival Techniques.”

The young wizard gives his professor a cheeky grin, “I reiterate my statement of: “I Don’t go looking for trouble, it invites itself for Tea and stays until it resembles dead fish.””

At this everyone present, even via mirror, bursts out in laughter, Padfoot shaking his head, “Seems the Potter Luck has meshed with Lilly’s uncanny ability to sniff out trouble.”

Remus gives a barking laugh, “Dear gods, that woman, as a Prefect, seemed to have an uncanny ability to find those who were using the Broom Closets for illicit rendezvous.  And that was without the help of the Map.”

Minerva smiles at this, “Remus, by then she’d done the same thing your friends had done; she’d achieved her main Animagus form.  There was some bleed-over of abilities to her human form, but I do remember coming across her patrolling, by herself as she preferred, as the male prefect at that time was ‘inconvenienced’ by his ‘furry little problem’,” she cast a fond look at Remus at that, “She was patrolling in her Tiger form, stalking around the school and ‘encouraging’ those who were ‘occupied’ to return to their Common Rooms.”  She then pauses, and grins mightily, “Though, I do know for a fact that if the people partnering up were of differing Houses, especially if one was a Slytherin, she would point them in the direction of one of the ‘guest quarters’ that were available in the castle.”

Harry smiles at that, “Thank you for telling me this, Professor.”  He then shakes his head, “I may follow in her footsteps, if I become a Prefect,” he then grins mischievously, “though, if I do come across a certain Slytherin engaging in ‘extracurricular activities’ I cannot, in good faith, say that I won’t use the opportunity to prank the ever living hell out of both parties.”

‘Dora gives a snort, “My dear ‘cousin’ was a little git when I was in school with him.  I can almost guarantee that he hasn’t gotten better with age.”  She then snugs her husband, “I just want you to remember to leave any mental scarring for Malfoy, unless his partner is also as foul.”

Harry nods at this, “Though I may need my wife’s assistance to cope with any and all visions that are discovered when I interrupt his ‘Happy Fun Time’.”  He then grimaces, “Despite all evidence that I’ve gathered, I do hope that he does prefer girls.”

Minerva looks at Harry, though there’s a quirk of a laughing smile evident, “What do you mean, Harry?”

The young Wizard looks around, “Well, with all the attention he pays to me, plus those two ‘Strapping young lads’ who he hangs around with, I fear what I may encounter.”

There is a moment of silence as everyone in the room ponders this, then grimaces as well, Sirius piping in with, “Perhaps that should be the basis of an ongoing prank on the git, instead of physical attacks, simply answer his childish prattle by saying something along the lines of: “I’m flattered by the attention you’re giving me, but unlike you, I don’t bat for the home team.””

Harry snickers, “And when he threatens with ‘When my dad hears about this’, I can respond with: “I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear you’re no longer hiding your orientation.””

This has the effect of causing everyone to snort with laughter, McGonagall shaking her head, “I shouldn’t encourage this, but I think the little amadán needs to be taken down a peg or three.”

‘Dora smiles at her Husband, “That might be the best way to neutralize him, Harry.  Especially since I know that, unless he provides concrete proof, the rumors will hound him throughout the castle, especially since he doesn’t seem to go anywhere without those bodyguards of his.”

The young Wizard nods, “Now, as much as I enjoy the idea of tormenting Malfoy, I seem to remember Professor McGonagall mentioning that there was something ‘special’ happening at school this year?”  He then looks to his head of house, “Was this the reason Moody was asked to teach this year?”  At his teacher’s nod, he begins muttering dire imprecations under his breath, before looking up at Minerva, “Professor, I can honestly say that I will do my best not to get involved in what is coming this year, but given what has happened so far, I apologize in advance for whatever might happen to drag me into the middle of the mess.”

At these words, Minerva nods, “Albus is already working on upgrading the security that’s being put in place, especially given what we learned from Crouch Jr before his Mark caused him to perish.”

Harry grimaced at that, “So, good old Mouldy built in a fail-safe in case one of his minions talked.  Doesn’t overly surprise me, given what I understand of the man’s personality and modus operandi.”

Minerva nods, then grins, “I’ll fill out the documents you’ll need, to register your form.  I’ll hold them in abeyance until it’s required for you to send them in, which is hopefully after we’ve dealt with this whole nonsense, and we can look back on everything and laugh.”

‘Dora nods at this, before quietly calling Dobby and requesting of him drinks for those here.  Once everyone is holding their drinks, she raises hers, “May we see peace sooner than we expect, and may we not lose too many more good people.”  To which everyone else raises their cup in salute.

Harry then hands Minerva his other homework, “Professor, this is all the rest of my homework, minus Potions.  I’ve got to send that via owl as I’m sending duplicates to the Goblins, who have found a reliable examiner.”  He then shakes his head, wearily, “I’m tired of Snape’s bias and bullying.  I had actually looked forward to learning Potions until I met him.”  Then, with a sigh, he gives a wry grin, “Thanks to Hermione’s insistence, I finally read ‘Hogwarts, A History’, which included the details of being able to request outside tutoring and / or testing, if the student isn’t pleased with his instruction within the school.  It’s an older rule, but it’s still in effect.”

The Transfiguration Professor nods at this, “It’s seldom used, and it has to be done out of the student’s own funds, but I can authorize for you to continue to send your classwork for review, Harry.  I’ll even get the house elves to set up a secondary Potions lab for your use, for the opportunity to work free of distractions.”

The young wizard nods at this, “Thank you, Professor.  I do appreciate the trouble you’re going through to do that.”

Remus smiles as he watches this interaction, seeing how Harry is starting to come more out of the shell he’d noticed when he had been teaching the young Wizard how to cast the Patronus Charm.  He then looks at his watch, “I need to be heading out soon, I’ve a young lady who’s chosen to accompany me on a date this evening and I would prefer to be early and well attired for the occasion.”

Harry smiles at this, “May you find the happiness you deserve, Mooney.  I hope she’s the right one for you.”

Lupin nods at this, “This is our second date, but it looks promising.  It does help that she’s a fellow werewolf, so that hurdle’s already taken care of.”

Sirius smiles at this, “Is it that young Clarisse?  She was a good friend back in school too.”

The lupine Marauder nods at this, “She got bit her NEWT year, but was able to hide it until she graduated, which was a couple years after I did.”

Harry smiles, “Go woo her, Mooney, it sounds like you’ve got a chance at a Mate there.”

McGonagall smiles, “Well, since the excitement’s over, I think I’ll be returning to Hogwarts, I need to finalize my schedule, and the choices for Prefect this year, and next.”

Harry nods at this, then pegs on that last bit, before saying to his Professor, “I do hope that the choices you make are the ones who deserve that honor, and that your choices aren’t overruled.”

The Transfiguration Professor nods at this before exiting through the Floo with a muttered command of ’Pouncer’s Pad. ’

‘Dora chuckles at Minerva’s floo code, then pokes Harry, “You don’t have to worry about being a Prefect until next year, husband.  I do like how forward thinking you’re being, however.”

Mooney nods at this, “Enjoy your fourth year, Harry, and if you need help, just remember that, in addition to your lovely wife there, you have two ‘uncles’ who will be glad to help you through any tough spots.”  He then exits through the floo, his destination garbled, due to the fact it’s under Fidelius.

Sirius and Dominique smile in the mirror, “Harry, we’re proud of you, and what you’ve accomplished this summer.  Just keep an even balance between your studies and your play time,” with this Padfoot chuckles, “and if you can get Miss Granger to relax a little, it won’t be a bad thing.”

Harry gives a yipping laugh, “That is a big challenge, Padfoot, though, to be honest, I believe she finds things like research, reading, and things like that to be relaxing.”

‘Dora smiles at this, “If what I remember about the young lady is correct, you may be right Harry.”

Padfoot gives a barking chuckle, “Fair enough ‘Kit’, and I look forward to talking to you again, soon.”

Harry nods, “Be well, you two.  Don’t get into too much mischief.”  He then pokes the mirror with his wand, “Mischief Managed.”

The young Auror smiles once they’re ‘alone’ again, then kisses Harry, on the lips, Passionately, before impishly saying, “Now, I know you’re just fourteen, Husband, but I think that we should have a little ‘Talk’ about how babies are made.”

The young Wizard shakes his head, “Shall we take this to our bedroom?”  He then looks into his wife’s eyes, “Even though I don’t feel an urge to consummate our Bond just yet, I agree that I should learn everything I can to make myself a better husband.”

‘Dora nods at this, “Harry, I can feel the magic of the Bond being held in abeyance until we find the other witch that’s going to finalize the Bond, though I can also sense that if we don’t find her before your fifteenth birthday, we will start Bonding the two of us closer.”

Harry nods at this, “Doesn’t mean we can’t learn what makes each other happy in the meantime.”  He then kisses ‘Dora back, his inexpertness showing, but also the fact that he’s an eager learner, before breaking it to grin cheekily up at his wife, “Plus, I think that I’m feeling that by getting closer like this, it’ll help unlock the gifts that we two share between us.”

-Elsewhere-

Once Remus gets back to Grimmauld Place he makes another floo call, “Taena’s Tales”, he calls out, waiting a few moments for the connection to go through, and for the other person to answer, if they’re home.

“Remus!” comes through the green fire, “Glad to hear your voice again!  What’s going on over there in stuffy old England?”

Lupin smiles at the banter, “I’ve got a young friend who may need your assistance, given he just became a Kitsune Animagus, like yourself.”

Taena’s image’s smile spreads across her face in a distinctly vulpine fashion, “Tell me more!  This makes the fourth, that I know are alive, besides myself, who have a Kitsune form.”

Remus’ head shakes at his friend’s enthusiasm, “The Wizard in question just achieved his first form, which is of a four tailed Kitsune, the form’s coloration is similar to a Black Fox’, but the gloves and tail tips are red.”

The Witch on the other end of the floo call shakes her head at this, “His first form?  Dear Merlin, that must be one seriously powerful Wizard.”

Lupin nods at this, “The Goblins put him through one of their Cleansing Rituals, due to blocks and residual issues from an incident when the young man in question was barely over a year old.  They discovered he’d been operating at approximately a quarter of his potential strength.”  He then looks seriously into his friend’s eyes, “Given the Wizard in question was able to produce a Patronus strong enough to drive away over a hundred Dementors last year, before the unbinding, I’d say he’s quite powerful.”

Taena’s image in the flames blinks at this, then shudders, “I think I’m going to need to meet this young Wizard sooner than later, if only to give him some reading material that I’ve gathered, on the powers that he might gain with his new form.  I may need to stay in England for a bit, if, when I meet him, I get a sense that he’ll need special training.”

Remus nods at this, “I might have to talk to Albus, soon.  Due to the TriWizard this year, he’s already brought Moody in to teach, and to bolster security.  I think he’ll agree to your presence as well, if I phrase things right.”

Taena nods at this, “I look forward to seeing you again, Mooney.  Tell Albus, when you talk to him, that I’ve got a ‘feeling’ that he should bring me in, though I don’t have a concrete reason for said feeling.”

Lupin nods at this, “Best wishes, Miss Haslinger.”  He then impishly adds, “Oh, I almost forgot, the young Wizard in question just achieved a Soul Bond with a Metamorphmagus.”

The elder Kitsune animagus shakes her head at this, “At the age of Fourteen.”  She then mutters to herself as the floo call ends, “I better prepare myself for anything, then.  Given my luck, the young man in question is Harry Potter.”

-Elsewhere-

Sirius Black and his companion Dominique Argent are conversing, the Grim Animagus asking questions of his girlfriend / fiancee.

Padfoot shakes his head as he thinks on things, “I’m going to need your help, ‘Nique, my occlumency is in shambles still, thanks to my prolonged exposure to the Dementors.”

The attractive witch nods at this, “I can help you there, my love.”  She then kisses him soundly, “I’ll even work on a ‘reward’ system that should entice you to work harder.”

Sirius shakes his head at this, “I look forward to seeing your enticements, love.”  He then sighs, “Do you think Harry and Minerva are right?  That I could still find my second form?”

Dominique nods, then strokes Sirius’ hair, “I’ll let you read Harry’s essay on that, but I’ve also helped others find their second forms before, though the period between finding first and second hasn’t been as long as you, dear.  And who knows if it has been affected by the Dementor exposure, either.”

Padfoot nods at this, then cuddles up behind the Witch who has chosen to become his ‘Mate’, “I look forward to finding out.”  He then kisses her behind her right ear, “We start researching tomorrow?”

The dark haired witch nods before turning into Sirius’ arms and nuzzling his neck, her own first Animagus form aiding her in her choice of Padfoot as her ‘Mate’, that of a Winged Dire Wolf, one of the few predators in the magical world able to take down a Dragon, at least in pack formation.

Sirius smiles at his Mate, then draws the sheets up over their bodies as he starts paying more personal attention to her, “So, will this be part of your ‘reward’ system, my love?”

Dominique nods as she starts undressing Sirius, “That, plus the fact that I’ve begun proceedings to get you a trial here in Magical Bermuda.  If things go well here, they’ll be recognized back in England as well.”

The Grim animagus pauses at this, his right hand on his lover’s bosom, “That’s good news, love.  I look forward to being a free man, again.”  He then slowly works on uncovering Dominique’s assets, “Then I can make an honest woman of you.”

This draws a giggle from his lover as she helps him undress her, “I wonder what any children we might have will look like, my love.”

Padfoot beams at this, “My hope is that they’re as beautiful as you are, at least for any girls, my love.  And that they have your brains as well.”

Dominique grins, “And any boys have your roguish good looks, beloved.”

Any further conversation is hampered by the fact that Sirius kisses Dominique passionately, wrapping his arms around his lover, his hands slowly caressing her body as he builds up the passion between the two of them, a simple muttered ‘nox’ causes the lights in the room to dim, giving the couple privacy, a happy gasp heard from feminine lips being one of the last things heard.

-Back with Harry-
(Beware, Lime / Lemon)
Harry and Dora are ensconced on their bed, the two of them naked as the day they were born, Harry’s face slowly coming down from the bright red blush that graced it once the main part of the ‘Talk’ was over, the young wizard teasing his wife, trying to get her to blush as well, “I do look forward to putting what you’ve taught me into practical application.”  He gestures to the copy of the ‘Magical Kama Sutra’ that lays open between them.

‘Dora does blush, prettily, at this, “I look forward to teaching you the pramtical portion as well.”  She moves closer to him, “I know you’re not ready for full intimacy, my love, but I do want to start teaching you what a loving touch is.”

Harry’s blush rockets back towards red as he looks at his wife, then nods, “I want that as well, Nym.”  He then gently strokes his hand over his Bonded’s breasts, gently getting a feel for the intimacy such a gesture requires, enjoying the feel of trust and love that comes with it as well.

Nym nods at this, her breasts jiggling slightly at her lover’s touch, her nipples hardening as well, “I think you’ll prove to be a quick study, Harry.”  She then strokes his chest as well, “You’ve already proven that you’ve got the gentleness required to make a good lover.”  ‘Dora then guides Harry’s hands to her breasts, “Please, don’t be afraid to explore, my love.  It’s the best way to learn what your lover likes to have done to them.”  She gasps as his thumbs rub over her hardening nipples, “But, don’t assume what I like will be what your other Bonded will enjoy.  Each Witch is different.”  Her own hands trailing down his body to tease his cock, enjoying the feel of it as their intimacy causes him to become excited, “And don’t be afraid to tell me if something scares you, or feels wrong.”

Harry nods at all of this, shivering when he feels her touch his cock, the sensation causing him to boldly lean forward and kiss his Bonded’s nipples, then her lips, before shifting closer to her as well, his touches spreading over ‘Dora’s body as he gains confidence, simply reveling in the feelings he’s experiencing, which include those that he seems to be feeling across the bond, which include the feeling of being touched by someone who loves him, instead of merely liking him, as he gathers his friend Hermione does.

‘Dora also begins feeling things across the bond, which encourage her to take things slowly, but also tell her that this is something Harry desperately needs, the touch of someone who loves him for him.  She mentally shakes her head at how much his ‘relatives’ hurt him, starting with the fact that she knows Hermione was the first person to ever hug him, and knows the younger witch is nothing more than a good friend, something telling her that Granger isn’t the third person in the Bond.  She then grins as she strokes his hardening length, mentally saying, “Damn, he’s not even fully grown and he’s already this big?  I hardly wait to see what he looks like when he’s fully grown, and comes fully into his abilities.” Knowing that he will share, at least partially, her own gifts.

Harry smiles as he cuddles into his Bonded’s touch, the sensations he’s feeling somewhat overwhelming him, he nuzzles her neck as he enjoys what her hands are doing, “Mrff, that feels wonderful,” he exclaims, as he nears his first ever, conscious, climax, his body already beginning to change from ‘child’ to ‘adult’ before the Bonding, his teenaged hormones giving him plenty of interesting dreams.

Nym smiles, then slowly pushes Harry down onto the bed, slowly bringing his cock between her breasts, stroking it with them, “Let go, Harry, don’t hold it in.”

The young wizard gasps as he feels his member buried between his love’s breasts, he reaches down and grasps the lovely orbs and strokes them as then rub against him, “I .. I .. *gasp* I think I’m going to .. *gasp*.”  He then shudders as he cums for the first time, his warning enough for ‘Dora to kiss the tip of his cock and catch what comes out.

‘Dora smiles as she licks her lips, before coming up and snuggling Harry closely, “Amazingly well done, my love.”  She then kisses him soundly, “I look forward to teaching you more, as we have time.”  Nym then draws the sheets up over them, seeing that Harry is worn out by the entirety of what’s occurred today, “Though, working on stamina is going to be important,” she teases him as she places her hand on his wilting member, her breasts resting on his neck.

Harry nods, losing his fight to stay awake, “More important when we find the other Witch, so I can be the best Husband you both deserve.”

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