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As Harry dominates the Patil Twins, unaware that Nymphadora Tonks is watching the three of them go at it… the Junior Auror is in turn unaware that she herself is being watched as well. But then to be fair, for all that the young metamorphmagus has had some Auror Training in following and surveillance of suspects, she simply doesn’t have the experience or the skill of one Narcissa Malfoy.
Hidden from view from both parties, Narcissa observes her niece observing Harry and the Indian Witches he’s brought under control. As she does so, Hogwarts’ newest Potions Mistress considers all she’s learned since she arrived at the school and began her… investigation. She’d only come here for one reason, after all. To find out if Harry Potter was a Potter Wizard worthy of her service and loyalty.
If Narcissa had to put it into words… Harry was raw and unrefined in a way no Potter Lord before him had ever been. Save for perhaps the first few. Because he shared something in common with them, in that he hadn’t had a father or grandfather to teach him one-on-one. He’d clearly had access to the great repository of knowledge that the Potter Family had accumulated over the centuries, but that didn’t mean he’d had the best instruction.
Though perhaps Narcissa was being a little too harsh in her assessment. It was clear that Harry knew what he was doing at the very least. Despite his youth, the boy was incredibly cunning for his age, and well aware that he had threats coming from all corners. Having been observing him for quite some time now, she had to admit… Harry was worthy of her. There was just one issue.
As an actual spy, albeit a slightly rusty one, Narcissa was still better than Nymphadora at basically… all of this. Unfortunately, while she’d confirmed by this point that Harry Potter was worthy of the mantle of Potter Lord, the Auror Presence in the school was becoming something of a hindrance. Much to her annoyance, her niece, as well as her niece’s superior, Director Bones, represent an issue inherent in Narcissa revealing herself to the young Potter Lord.
Put bluntly, Narcissa’s placement in the Dark Lord’s Camp attached to Lucius Malfoy all those years ago was a secret known only to a sect few. And the Auror Corps, including those Potter Witches within it, were decidedly out of the loop. Technically Narcissa could have brought Amelia into the loop and then used the Director of the DMLE as her route to Harry himself… but all of her instincts as a spy told her not to.
Technically, she wasn’t even really a spy anymore. She’d ‘moved on’ in a way the other Potter Witches hadn’t and settled for a very lavish, very public life as Malfoy’s wife. If she were to go to Amelia as she was now, the likelihood of Bones distrusting her was incredibly high… and Narcissa simply couldn’t be bothered to deal with such suspicion.
Still, she was still a Potter Witch… and she was quite eager to spill the accumulated secrets of both House Malfoy and the Dark Faction to her true lord. She just needed to figure out the best way to approach Harry without tipping Amelia and Nymphadora off to her true nature. After all, she had no clue how the Potter Wizard would want to use her. She wanted him to have… options.
Although… perhaps she’s looking at this the wrong way? Narcissa’s eyes flicker between the two scenes she’s spying on. Harry is doing great with the Patil Twins and has them both wrapped around his little finger and not-so-little cock. Nymphadora, meanwhile, is clearly immensely aroused by all of this… and so far as Narcissa knows, hasn’t told Amelia OR Dumbledore about what Harry has been up to.
Perhaps her niece isn’t actually the hindrance that Narcissa viewed her as. Perhaps the other witch is an opportunity. One way or another, Narcissa would find out tomorrow, she supposed. After all, tomorrow Albus Dumbledore would call Nymphadora Tonks into his office and begin trying to lay the groundwork for subverting the Junior Auror to his side properly.
How did Narcissa know this? She was a spy; it was her job to know it. Letting her into his school was probably one of Dumbledore’s worst mistakes in years. But letting her into his office? Now that was a poor move. The man was so convinced of his own superiority that he let his over-confidence get the better of him, time and time again.
Narcissa would listen in on the meeting between Nymphadora and Albus tomorrow. And she would make her choice about how to best use her niece then…
-x-X-x-
“Thank you for making the time to meet with me, Nymphadora. I understand how busy your schedule is.”
As she sits down for tea with the Headmaster, Tonks smiles weakly.
“Please Headmaster, if you could call me Tonks…”
Albus chuckles good naturedly in response as he pours them both a cup of tea.
“Ah yes, my sincerest apologies Tonks, it honestly slipped my mind. Still, your first name is a beautiful one… I was always saddened that you chose to shun it like you did.”
Tonks’ smile grows even weaker at that. She was willing to believe that the Headmaster had forgotten her preference. But at the same time… well, she didn’t think it was much of a secret, why she had decided to go by ‘Tonks’ instead of ‘Nymphadora’. After all, the transition had happened under HIS watch. Dumbledore had been Headmaster when she’d originally come to Hogwarts, just as he had been in the decades prior to her birth and the time after her graduation.
When she’d originally arrived here at Hogwarts years ago as a bright-eyed eleven year old, Tonks had been quite happy going by Nymphadora. Nym for short. None of her friends growing up had ever had an issue with it. But… that had changed quite swiftly, hadn’t it? And Dumbledore had been there for it all. He had to have heard the reports, he had to have known how the older boys bullied her into abandoning her first name altogether.
… No matter. It wasn’t worth thinking about. Instead, Tonks just sips from her tea cup rather than dignify the Headmaster’s comment with a response. It’s good tea, and so she says as much, hoping to get them off the topic of her name as fast as possible.
“This is really good, Headmaster.”
“Ah! I’m glad to hear it! This particular blend comes from… ah, but you didn’t come here today to hear me talk about tea, did you? I promise I won’t take up too much of your time, Auror Tonks.”
His smile remains kindly and his disposition grandfatherly, but Tonks straightens up all the same at hearing the Headmaster use her title. Sipping from his own tea cup for a second, the aged wizard sighs before setting it down in front of him and leaning back in his chair with a smile.
“I will get straight to the point. I wished to ask you for a favor regarding a certain student of mine… one Harry James Potter.”
If she weren’t a metamorphmagus, and thus VERY used to having control over herself in a way that most wizards and witches were not, Tonks dreads to think what sort of reaction she would have given at hearing Harry’s name. Especially after the things she’d witnessed him do in recent days. As it is, she still pauses for a moment and has to cover it up with her tea cup, bringing it to her lips again. Of course, she can’t fully hide her reaction from Dumbledore. Or perhaps more accurately, the Headmaster is expecting some sort of reaction from her, because he immediately chuckles and raises his hands in surrender.
“I know, I know… you’re here to watch over the entire school. I understand that and would not for one second demand that you ignore your primary mission, Auror Tonks. Ah… but if you could keep an extra eye on young Harry in particular, it would mean a great deal to me. I’m sure your Director has already made it clear that he is likely a target of interest for anyone who might want to do the students of Hogwarts harm. After all, it’s no coincidence that a troll was let into the school the same year that Harry finally attended.”
If only Dumbledore knew. Director Bones herself had made it clear to Tonks that keeping Harry safe was one of her top priorities. Of course, the Junior Auror wasn’t about to tell the Headmaster that. Not even if he asked outright. Still, Dumbledore was right. It couldn’t be a coincidence. And if Harry was in danger, it was Tonks’ responsibility as an Auror to keep an… an eye on him.
She’s grateful for her abilities, because it lets her keep a blush from her face, even as she nods her head in easy agreement.
“I can neither confirm nor deny any of my orders from Director Bones, Headmaster. But I can certainly keep a close eye on Harry for you and make sure nobody gets the chance to harm him.”
The Headmaster lets out a relieved sigh at that, giving Tonks a grateful smile.
“Thank you, Auror Tonks. You have no idea how relieving that is to hear. Indeed, it is our duty to make sure that young Harry’s enemies cannot harm him. But also…”
Here, the Headmaster suddenly grows troubled, his brow furrowing as he looks off to the side with a frown. Tonks blinks at the sudden change and finds herself unconsciously leaning forward.
“Yes, Headmaster?”
“Well… I wish to preface this by saying that I have no reason to believe Harry himself is in any danger of going down the same path. However… you should be aware that the true history of House Potter is not quite so lily white as it might first seem.”
Wait, what? Now Tonks is thoroughly intrigued.
“What do you mean, sir?”
Dumbledore looks almost pained to have to tell her anything. As though he’s torn between keeping the secrets he knows… and warning her of something. In the end though, he lets out a loud sigh.
“House Potter has controlled large swathes of the Wizarding World from the shadows since near its inception, Auror Tonks. Their grip on Wizarding Society has remained strong due to the power of Potter Magics… their ability to shape bodies and minds to their whims allowing them to control any number of individuals from behind the scenes.”
Wait, what? Tonks sits back in her chair, wide-eyed at Dumbledore’s confession. She doesn’t even try to hide her shock this time around… after all, it’s probably what the Headmaster is expecting to see.
“I know, I know my dear. And I wish to reiterate, I don’t necessarily believe that Harry is following the path of his forefathers. In fact, James Potter, his father, was already starting to move away from the old ways. He was breaking long held Potter Family traditions left and right! Unfortunately, he died before he could affect real change within House Potter. And I know for a fact that his father and Harry’s grandfather did not approve of all the things James did.”
Here, Dumbledore looks every part the grave, concerned old wizard as he sighs again.
“It is my fear that… wherever Harry grew up, however he was raised, that his grandfather’s way of thinking had more influence over him than his father’s. And it is my hope that you can set my fears to rest at long last by keeping an eye on him for me. After all, your natural immunity…”
“Excuse me, Headmaster? Natural immunity?”
She’s reeling. She has been since Dumbledore started dropping bombshells on her. After all, she clearly knows something that the Headmaster does not. She knows that Harry is very much every bit a Potter Wizard. Now, whether what she’s seen so far is more his father’s speed or his grandfather’s speed… Tonks doesn’t know. She would have to ask Dumbledore to find out, but she would also have to tell the Headmaster all she’d seen in order to do so.
Then again, if Dumbledore was right, was it possible Tonks herself was being influenced? Bodies and minds. That was what Potter Magic could affect. And if that was the case, maybe her feelings for Harry were not truly her own. Maybe he had done something to her.
Except then the Headmaster had gone and mentioned natural immunity, which is why Tonks had to interject and ask for clarification. What did he mean, natural immunity?
“Ah yes, apologies my dear. It’s quite simple, really. Potter Magic, as powerful as it is, has never worked properly on metamorphmagi such as yourself. Your natural shapeshifting abilities are quite similar to what a Potter Wizard can do, you see… but as a consequence, any changes that a Potter Wizard would make to one such as yourself would come undone almost immediately, if not within days due to your constantly shifting nature.”
… Oh. So Harry hadn’t done anything to her. Or at least, he hadn’t done anything to her that stuck. But no… no, she didn’t think he’d done anything in general to her based on not just their interactions so far, but also everything she’d seen. From what Tonks had witnessed over the course of her snooping, Harry hadn’t forced anything onto anyone without their express knowledge and consent. The girls had come to him, and while Harry had been VERY dominant and VERY in charge… they had all eagerly submitted completely of their own free will as far as Tonks could tell.
Still, if she had a natural immunity to Harry’s magic, it made sense that Dumbledore would ask this of her. But also… it meant that everything Tonks had been feeling in regard to Harry Potter was all her. Her arousal, her desire, her… her raw need… it was all on her. She was the problem, not Harry.
“I… I see, Headmaster.”
Nodding genially, a pleased smile on his face, Dumbledore takes another sip of tea before looking at her hopefully.
“Can I count on you for this task, Tonks? Will you come to me if you see young Harry starting to go down a dark path? All I want is what’s best for the boy. If we can shape and mold him into a model citizen throughout his years here at Hogwarts, then perhaps House Potter can finally be rehabilitated, just as Harry’s father always wanted.”
It was a nice sentiment. IF Dumbledore was telling the truth. And yet… and yet, for some reason, Tonks doesn’t fully trust the older wizard. Something in her instincts screams that he doesn’t actually have Harry’s best interests at heart. Nor hers. Maybe it’s the way it feels like she’s only useful to him because she’s a metamorph. Maybe it’s the way he keeps trying to invoke Harry’s dead father.
In the end… Tonks smiles and nods to the Headmaster.
“Of course, sir.”
… While at the same time telling him absolutely nothing about what she’s witnessed Harry up to in recent times. She could have told Dumbledore everything, prompting the Headmaster to act in some way to curtail Harry’s actions. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t say a word.
They engage in some minor small talk after that before eventually Dumbledore lets her be on her way. But admittedly, Tonks isn’t really paying too much attention to the rest of the meeting. She’s too caught up in her own thoughts, wondering why a Potter would want her. Because one thing was for sure… Harry DID want her. He was just willing to wait and let her come to him a bit more. He was playing with her, but also baiting her, slowly but surely reeling her in.
Needless to say, Tonks has figured out why a Potter Wizard might want a metamorph pet under their thumb by the time she leaves Dumbledore’s office. Her immunity to his work was probably a source of interest for such a man. And her flexibility and ability to change into whatever he needed would be as well. Her voluntary submission as a total subby slut for him… well, that was icing on the cake, wasn’t it?
Tonks has a bright red blush on her face and is completely caught up in her own thoughts as she steps past the gargoyle and out into the hall. Which is why she doesn’t see the woman waiting for her until she very nearly runs right smack into her. She manages to stop herself just in time though, head jerking up and eyes widening as she finds Narcissa Malfoy, her aunt and the current Hogwarts Potions Mistress, smiling a wide smile at her.
“Nymphadora. I think it’s time we had a little chat~”
-x-X-x-
Narcissa had seen enough. She had watched Dumbledore play the same little games he’d been playing since before even she was born. She had watched as the aging Headmaster had begun sowing the seeds of distrust and discord, of beginning the process of turning dear Nymphadora against Harry. And she had watched as it became increasingly obvious not just to Narcissa but even to Nymphadora herself that Dumbledore was just a tired old man fumbling in the dark.
When Nymphadora finally made the right call in holding back what she knew from Albus, Narcissa knew right then and there that she was perfect for what the older witch had in mind. Hence bringing them to this moment, in which Narcissa had led Tonks to a more private location so they could… talk.
“What you’re saying… House Potter really controls that much of the Wizarding World? It’s just like the Headmaster said?”
Smirking, Narcissa nods before flicking out her hands in a dismissive fashion.
“Yes, but it’s not nearly as bad as Albus Dumbledore would have you believe. House Potter is indeed a powerhouse, Nymphadora… even more so than House Black ever was. Even more so than House Malfoy is now. But they got to where they are through hard work and determination. And every single person who works for them and who has benefited from associating with them did so by choice.”
Biting her lower lip, the Junior Auror squirms in her seat.
“… Can you please call me Tonks?”
Narcissa sniffs haughtily.
“No. Your name is Nymphadora. Embrace it, my dear. It is a good, strong name with power behind it. Do not let the simpletons and fools keep you from grasping that power with both hands. Own who you are. Own your strengths.”
Nymphadora clearly doesn’t like hearing that, but Narcissa isn’t about to call the girl by her last name. And be reminded of the fact that her older sister married a muggleborn and threw her entire future away every time the name had to come from her lips? No… it was bad enough that Narcissa and Andromeda were so estranged.
“And you… you know all of this because you’re a Potter Witch?”
The poor dear sounds positively frazzled. More so than she was with Albus, that’s for sure. But then, Narcissa tended to have that effect on people. Was it a risk, revealing her true nature to her niece? Perhaps, but Nymphadora represented an opportunity that Narcissa couldn’t pass up on.
“Indeed. I was a double agent back during the Dark Lord’s Rise. Despite already being engaged to Lucius and several years older than James Potter when he first arrived at Hogwarts… the young Potter Heir set his sights upon me all the same, just as Harry has done with the older witches surrounding him in this modern era.”
Nymphadora blushes at the reminder of what she had witnessed. Narcissa just smirks and continues on.
“He pursued me and several others, but he did so separately for each of us. Which is why someone like Amelia Bones, for instance, has not a clue what I truly am.”
Her niece’s eyes go wide at that, immediately picking up on the implication.
“E-Even Director Bones is a Potter Witch?!”
Amused, Narcissa nods, having no problem with letting Nymphadora in on that particular secret. After all, there was no way she was letting her niece leave this room without certain assurances. But if all went well, Nymphadora would never even know that fact.
“Why do you think she assigned you, a Junior Auror, to look after Harry? She was gift wrapping you for him.”
That brings her niece up short. The younger witch’s mouth opens and closes a few times like a goldfish. It’s clear she wants to deny Narcissa’s words, but equally clear that she realizes the truth inherent in them.
“Of course… you don’t really mind, do you?”
Nymphadora goes still at that.
“W-What do you mean?”
Tilting her head to the side, Narcissa smiles wickedly.
“You want to become Harry’s woman, dear niece. You want to be one of his submissive pets. Even if he can’t exactly use Potter Magic on you in the same way he and his forefathers have done with so many other witches… you wish to submit to him all the same.”
Marshalling herself, hiding her true feelings behind her abilities, Nymphadora sits with her back straight.
“I don’t… I don’t know where you got that idea from, Aunt Narcissa. But it seems rather farfetched.”
Oh? Does it? To be fair, her niece is a consummate actress. In fact, she had an excellent career ahead of her as an undercover agent for the Auror Department… if that was where the new Lord Potter wanted her to serve. But Narcissa knows better because she’s been watching Nymphadora when the other witch wasn’t aware anyone was watching her. She’s seen the young woman’s true nature.
“Does it? Well now, if I’m wrong then forget I said anything. Go and do Dumbledore’s bidding, be his good little dog. Don’t let me stop you.”
A test, of course. If Nymphadora tried to take Narcissa up on her offer and leave, things would get… difficult. But she was prepared for every eventuality. Even the ones that required her to obliviate her dear niece of this conversation if it proved necessary.
Fortunately, Nymphadora stays seated. And after squirming under Narcissa’s expectant gaze for a moment, she starts to break down.
“What if… l-look, I don’t think Harry is as bad as Dumbledore was making his family out to be. I don’t think he’s a monster or anything. And I’m not intending to tell the Headmaster anything about Harry except for where it pertains to his safety or threats to his personage. So… yeah.”
As her niece finishes that sentence rather lamely, Narcissa stays quiet, merely cocking an eyebrow up in response. Nymphadora squirms some more. And then…
“Fine! Let’s say I… want to be a Potter Witch, even if I’m a metamorph. H-How would that even work? Should I go talk to Harry? Should I let him know that I know? He’s… he’s a good guy, I think. I wouldn’t mind… working for him.”
“Working under him, you mean.”
Nymphadora blushes bright red despite her shapeshifting abilities at Narcissa’s correction, and the female spy knows she has her.
See… Narcissa might have told herself she’d moved on, but the truth was, she was ashamed. And she’d carried a burden of guilt within her for… quite a long time now. Years and years.
She’d fed Malfoy all sorts of information that James Potter wanted her husband to know, back in the day. And in turn, she’d told her true Lord everything she learned as both Lucius Malfoy’s wife and Bellatrix Lestrange’s sister. Their leadership roles in the Dark meant that Narcissa was privy to a surprisingly large amount of information.
Unfortunately, there was one instance in which she hadn’t known what was going to happen ahead of time. An instance where her connections to Lucius and Bellatrix didn’t help her or her true Lord one bit… mostly because they themselves had been kept out of the loop for once. The only one who knew that Peter Pettigrew had betrayed the Potters was Lord Voldemort himself. And it was Lord Voldemort himself who had decided to take action without informing ANY of his Death Eaters.
Narcissa blamed herself at least somewhat for not catching wind of what was going to happen that night SOMEHOW. She’d known that there was a prophecy. She’d known that her Lord and his wife had gone into hiding with their baby. And she’d known Voldemort was hunting for them. But the last message James had been able to get to her said not to worry. That they were behind tightly sealed protections.
Needless to say, that was not the case. And Narcissa’s failure as a spy to anticipate the death of her true Lord would haunt her for the rest of her days.
However… she had an opportunity in front of her to make it up to the new Lord Potter. To present him with not just herself, but also a gift in the form of Nymphadora Tonks. Her niece was a perfect prize to lay at the young Lord’s feet.
As Nymphadora fails to deny the ‘working under him’ correction, Narcissa smirks and snaps her fingers. Immediately, the room comes alive around them, making her niece squawk and squeal as tentacles rise up from the floor, walls, and ceiling and lash out at her.
“Do not fight it, Nymphadora. If you can’t even submit to me, then you won’t be able to submit to Harry. Relax… allow me to teach you what you need to know to truly be a Potter Witch. Not like those… experiments that the young Lord is playing with right now. He toys with those girls, but they are not true Potter Witches. Not yet.”
As Narcissa speaks, the appendages she’s summoned begin to strip the Junior Auror out of her clothes. Nymphadora manages to calm down at her aunt’s instruction, letting it happen even as she’s laid bare in mere minutes.
“But you… you have something they don’t. Me. I will train you. I will mold you. And when I deem you ready, we will present you to Lord Potter. Consider this your last chance to back out, by the way. After this, you don’t get to stop.”
She’s lying, of course. If Nymphadora tried to back out now, Narcissa would be forced to apprehend her. But her niece doesn’t need to know that. Indeed, Narcissa’s words have exactly the intended effect on the younger witch. Nymphadora’s face scrunches up cutely in determination, and she stands tall despite being buck-ass naked.
“… I accept. Please… teach me everything, Aunt Narcissa.”
Grinning, Narcissa snaps her fingers, letting the appendages snap onto Nymphadora’s wrists and ankles and spread them wide. Obviously, the metamorph could flow out of such bindings at any time. But she doesn’t, letting herself be pulled into a taut X-shape.
“Lesson One… from now on, you will address me as Mistress.”
She was doing this to make up for her failings, of course. She was doing this as an apology to Lord Potter for the loss of his family. But even still… this? This was going to be fun.