"So is this really going to work." Harry asked as he sat in the middle of a grand magic circle with only a white robe on. Today was the day after that Sirius found the ritual to remove the Horcrux from within him, and now they were getting started with it.
"I think so." Sirius said with a shrug as he was setting up magical ingredients at the required areas of the magic circle.
"I think so is not a proper answer." Harry replied.
"Okay, I am 70% sure that it will work out."
"Hey, what?" Harry shouted unable to believe this man, "You do know this is my life on the line. Not some joke."
"You should know by now Harry not to take Sirius seriously, " Lupin said from the other side of the magic circle, he was on duty of drawing out the magic circle. Today he decided to take a day off from work and come help out in this momentous occasion.
"But I'm not joking," Sirius uttered, "There is a 30% chance this might fail." At that point though, nobody was listening to the prankster wizard.
"Here you go dear," Mrs. Tonks voiced as she stepped up to Harry with a salve in her hands. "Rub this all over your body and make sure you do not miss a spot."
"Sure," Harry answered with a nod, "But how am I going to get my back?" Harry inquired as he pointed towards his tail end that he wasn't fully able to cover.
"Yes, yes," Mrs. Tonks said with a nod, seeing his point. "Nymphadora," the older witch shouted.
"Yes mom," Tonks called back from the corner where she was helping her mother brew potions and make ointments.
"Come here and help Harry put on this ointment," the older witch commanded.
"Why me?" Tonks complained.
"Young lady," the older witch uttered in a stern voice, "Stop talking back and do as you are told!"
"Fine." the young witch grumbled out as she walked over to the center of the magic circle, making sure not to step on the chalk.
Handing the salve to the younger witch, Mrs. Tonks commanded to her daughter, "Be of more use and help Harry get the places he can't reach." With that, the older witch departed and headed back to her makeshift potion station.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you," Tonks accused as she narrowed her eyes towards him.
Unbuttoning his shirt and removing it altogether, Harry uttered, "You can think whatever you want, but you need to hurry up, the ritual is about to start."
Muttering under her breath, the young witch eventually knelt behind his back and started to apply the salve. As the minutes went by, Harry took great enjoyment from the young witch long, delicate hands softly suddenly stroking all over his back.
Breaking free from the pleasure he found in massage, Harry suddenly voiced, "Are you still mad at what happened yesterday?"
Pausing with her task, the young witch seemed to be collecting herself then whispered so that she couldn't be heard which was pointless since everyone was several meters away and busy with the respective task. "Yes, of course I am. That was totally uncalled for what you did yesterday." while she resumed her task.
"But aren't you the one who dared me?" Harry inquired, turning the question on her. "calling me a little boy and what not when you aren't even that much older than me?"
"What! No, I was just teasing you, I- I did not expect you to...."
"..to kiss you." Harry finished for her as he craned his neck over and grinned at her in triumph.
"Yes, but do not say that out loud." the witch warned as she looked around to see if anyone noticed their conversation.
Ignoring her cautions, Harry pressed on, "What, are you going to tell me you did not enjoy it?"
"Ye- NO, no I did not enjoy it." Tonks nearly shouted as her face turned a bright pink-red.
"Really?" Harry asked in a husky voice barely above a whisper as he rubbed his thumb against her lips. "If you want we can try it again then see if you enjoyed it or not."
"Not in front of everyone." The young witch slipped up as a slight shiver took hold of her.
"So you wouldn't mind doing it in private?" Harry asked, smelling blood like a shark. Not giving her a chance to reply or even realize what he said, Harry removed his thumb and stated out loud, "Thank you Tonks, it seems like we are done here."
Taking the salve from her hand, Harry continued on, "Here let me take that from you, I got it from here on, you can go help Aunt Dromeda."
Gazing up at him as a cloud of desire passed through her eyes, Tonks silently got up from the floor and hurried off to her mother. Harry watched all that as a smile played on his lips, he felt giddy with all the power he was gaining on the lively witch. Harry had no idea where all this sure-fire confidence came from but maybe listening to Sirius brag about his dozens of conquests back in his Hogwarts days perhaps something really did sink into his head.
Whatever was giving him the level headed and self-assured boost he was thankful for it. The old abused Harry would never have been playing a much older girl like that and making her have the hots for him.
Quickly putting on the rest of the salve, Harry settled back into his cross legged pose then waited for the ritual to begin.
Once more, Mrs. Tonks came up to Harry and this time, she held a liquid potion in her hands, "Alright dear, we are finished with the magic circle, so you just need to drink this and we can begin."
"Alright," Harry said as he drank up the clear red potion in one gulp, "Let's begin!"
Taking their places in the four cardinal directions everyone took out their Athame then sliced their palm letting the blood flow freely to the magic circle. Then as one like everyone practiced yesterday, they shouted out the incantation.
"Ut fiat essentia reditu suo in loco
Natura loci dimittere iustis reddere
Sit enim mortuus est reditu suo in loco!"
Suddenly the intricate diagram lit up in a bright shiny golden brilliance. Not letting the light show distract them, all four participants of the ritual continued to utter their incantation.
Closing his eyes then taking in deep calming breaths Harry waited for the true ritual to begin. Abrupt a burning sensation took hold at the sight of his lightning scar, slowly the sensation spread all over his body until he felt like he was on fire from toes to his tips of his fingers.
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