The Black Prince (Harry Potter)(Ch 3)

Nymphadora ‘Call Me’ Tonks stood awkwardly before what she knew to be the London residence of House Black. It was a shabby place, surrounded by muggle residence buildings that had seen better days. Certainly not the kind of locale for one of the most bigoted pureblood families to set up shop in.

Then again, considering that House Black could trace its history at least to the days of William the Conqueror and Norman Conquest of England, perhaps the Blacks had built their house before London became the sprawling mess it was today.

That did not make the place any more pleasant to visit.

So why was Tonks here?

Well, the answer was simple and obvious – her mother insisted she come.

Tonks frowned. There was something rotten about this whole affair. Oh, she was happy for her mother. Andromeda might not have liked to talk about her birth family, but occasionally she would let bits and pieces slip that revealed that the woman still took some sort of perverse pride in being born Black.

No doubt being reinstated made her super happy and Tonks was glad to be happy for her.

That still didn’t explain why Andromeda insisted Tonks be a part of it.

Of course, Tonks wasn’t dumb, no matter what some of her jealous female and disgruntled male coworkers liked to say when they thought they were being clever. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out how much it would help Teddy.

Tonks had no regrets about loving Remus and having his child. Even if Teddy inherited the full measure of the werewolf curse, he would still be her darling baby boy.

Unfortunately, Tonks knew, the rest of the magical society would be far less understanding and welcoming of her son if and when the truth of his possible condition got out. Being part of House Black wouldn’t eliminate the issue, but it certainly would lessen the likely repercussions.

That’s why Tonks didn’t put up much of a fight when Andromeda suggested she be added to the Black family registry. Even if she had been taken aback when she realised that it was Harry bloody Potter who had taken the reins of House Black and it was him she had to see to officially join the family.

If her mother’s reasons for this were plain and obvious, Harry’s were nothing like that. Tonks wasn’t the world’s greatest expert on what was going on inside of Harry’s head, but she knew that he avoided fame and politics with the same dogged determination he applied to hunting down dark wizards.

Could Tonks have been the reason for his decision?

“Stop it!” Tonks chided herself and slapped her blushing cheeks.

Stupid cheeks. She was a metamorphmagus, she was supposed to have easier time with instinctive responses like that.

No. No. Tonks was being stupid. Harry was surely just looking out for his godson, just like a good godfather should. It was preposterous to think he harboured the same feelings for Tonks that she herself had for him.

Yep. That was it. No need to ponder that further. Just walk in there, sign stupid papers and be gone.

Just as Tonks was about to knock on the front door, it opened just a smidge, revealing the world’s ugliest House Elf.

The helpful little buggers could hardly be called pretty on a good day, but this one really missed out on a career of haunting children’s nightmares.

Old as dirt, the stooped house elf was glaring balefully at the whole world and espeically at Tonks. Though his twisted little mouth quite rapidly, no sound came out. Somehow though, Tonks felt she could guess what he was saying if the look of disgust he was giving her was any indication.

Having verified her identity, the little bugger opened the door wider, turned around and started leading Tonks through the creepy halls and corridors of House Black.

Everything around showed the signs of only recently being cleaned up. Every now and then Tonks would spot faded colours and piles of dust, hear the scuttling of whatever magical cockroaches infected this old magical hose and one of the walls had a fresh layer of bricks covering it. Tonks could have sword she could hear muffled screamed through the brick work.

Decor likewise left much to be desired. Tonks wondered if the gothic style dominating the place was a fad of Victorian Era or the Blacks simply didn’t give their residence a makeover since the medieval days.

Finally, the House Elf led Tonks through one of the doors into what appeared to be a Lord’s office and said, his voice as melodic as nails on a chalkboard.

“Your guest….my Lord.” The Elf opened his mouth to try and say something further, but whatever magic compelled him to remain silent slammed his mouth shut.

“Thank you Kreacher.” The Lord of the House said, his strong manly voice reverberating deep in Tonks’ chest. “You may go now. Continue the clean up.”

Kreacher shot his master one last look of pure loathing and awkwardly shuffled out of the room, leaving Tonks alone with her mother and one Harry Potter.

“Wotcher Harry.” Tonks greeted her friend, hoping she didn’t sound as awkward as she felt. “Hi, mom.”

There was something off, Tonks could feel it. A strange tension in the air, a weird sort of energy permeating the space. Tonks wasn’t sure how she felt about the hungry look her mother was giving her. The metamorphmagus wasn’t a stranger to Andromeda having expectations of her, but there was something different, something darker and less motherly about it today.
“Snap out of it,” Tonks thought to herself. “you are the one being all weird.”

She just couldn’t help it. Not with Harry’s emerald eyes looking deep into her as if his gaze was a physical force rather than just a direction of his eyes.

There was no way Tonks’ body wouldn’t respond to Harry giving her such intense look. Tonks felt her nipples growing stiff, her cheeks reddening and heat starting to pool between her thighs.

“Morgana’s tits I need to get laid.” Tonks thought as she desperately tried to keep her arousal suppressed.

It was awkward growing all horny with her mother right here, looking at her. Tonks had had enough of it when she was a teenager going through puberty. No need to repeat the experience as an adult woman and a mother, thank you very much.

Tonks cleared her throat.

“So, how are things?” She asked awkwardly.

Harry snorted, clearly amused at how uncomfortable Tonks was acting. The bastard.

“’Things’ are good. Thank you for coming here.” He said. “I hope Kreacher didn’t make you uncomfortable. He can be a bit...much when you are not used to him.”

Andromeda scoffed.

“He has been like that for as long as I can remember. Being cooped up here with only my crazy aunt’s portrait for company only made the mad bugger worse.”

Harry shook his head.

“Regardless, Kreacher is not the reason for our meeting. Tonks’ admission to House Black is.”

Tonks was only all too glad to get to the heart of the matter.

“Yeah I am still not entirely sold on the idea.” She admitted.

Andromeda raised her eyebrow.

“I would have thought the benefits to you and Teddy would be obvious even to someone as uncouth as you, my daughter.” She said.

“Yeah I get that being part of a noble house would be one hell of protection for Teddy, but wouldn’t it also get him involved in Politics? I mean I never paid attention to that sort of rubbish, but I heard it can be quite bothersome. Especially now Hermione and her Faction are on some sort of Reformation crusade.”

Harry waved his hand in dismissive gesture.

“I’ll handle that kind of stuff. You and Teddy would be a side branch anyway, so there would way less pressure on you from that direction than on me.” Harry raised his palm to stop Tonks’ objections. “Don’t worry it’s nothing I can’t handle. I would happy to, if it meant better future for Teddy.”

Well then, Tonks couldn’t refuse a sweet sentiment like that.

“Alright then.” Tonks said. “Harry. Thank you for doing this. I mean it.”

“Yeah yeah.” Harry gestured to Andromeda. “Papers.”

Tonks watched, more than a little weirded out, as her mother, the formidable Andromeda Tonks nee Black, demurely and, dare she say it, submissively obeyed the command and placed a stack of parchment in front of Tonks.

As an Auror, Tonks was no stranger to legal matters, but it was her first time seeing something so….archaic. Ye Olde English shared page space with what Tonks was sure was goblin script.

Yeah, there was no way Tonks was going to get herself a headache reading through this. She trusted her mom and Harry so without hesitation, Tonks signed the document and officially become Black.

Tonks had thought this was it.

She most certainly did not expect her mother to suddenly leaned forward and pin her in her place with a stern look.

“Hmm. I think it’s time you prove your devotion to our House and our Lord.”

What?

“What?” Tonks asked incredulously. “What are you talking about?”

Andromeda smiled and there was something hungry and….depraved about her expression. Morgana, that was not an adjective Tonks wanted to associate with that woman.

“Haven’t you read the documents?” Andromeda asked, smugly aware that Tonks hadn’t. “They are quite clear on the service a woman like you is expected to provide to her strong manly Lord.”

Tonks wasn’t clumsy, not dumb. She got the implication.

The metamorphmagus gaped at the older woman, before looking at the ‘Lord’ in question. Harry simply leaned back in his chair, his emerald eyes staring challengingly at Tonks.

She could feel her face burning. She was dreaming. Yes, that must have been it. Tonks found herself in a terrible nightmare when her mother was trying to pimp her out to a younger man, likely to fulfil some kind of fucked up fetish Andromeda had.

She was going to pinch herself, or better slap herself….or even better slap Harry and her mother and wake up in her bed, with a day full of chores and dull ministry work waiting her.

But….Tonks would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t tempted. More than a few times Tonks woke up in the middle of the night, her knickers ruined after a particularly fun wet dream.

With his toned physique, handsome face and an air of power and command about him, Harry Potter was quite a snack. One Tonks wouldn’t have minded getting a bite of someday. Granted, something told Tonks that in any encounter she had with the dominant younger man, she would be the one ‘bitten’.

Tonks felt her pussy growing wet. She wouldn’t mind that. Not at all.

Still, Harry hard stare was starting to make Tonks feel worried. Was she mistaken about the kind of man, her son’s godfather was? Was he- Would he- What if-

Questions whirled around in her head, making her more and more panicked, until her feelings became plane apparent on her expressive shapeshifting face.

Tonks’ cognitive train wreck got suddenly interrupted when Harry burst into laughter. It was as if a dam broke and a flood of chortles and guffaws poured from what was a picture of stoicism just a second ago.

Tonks stared incomprehensibly at her new ‘Lord’ while slowly getting angrier. She might not have understood what precisely was going on, but Tonks knew when she was being mocked.

She-

Before Tonks could blow up on Harry, the damn man waved his hands in front of him.

“Wait, wait. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just...your face and hair,” Harry took a deep breath. “Funniest stuff I’ve seen in a while.”

Tonks became acutely aware of the stare of her colour-changing hair. About half of it was mortified white, while the other was an explosion of colours with an uncomfortable amount of amorous pink and purple.

“So….you don’t want to do….things to me?” The metamorphmagus asked slowly.

“Of course not. What kind of man do you take me for?” Harry asked, looking genuinely confused. “I would never just take advantage of you like that, or make you do anything you are uncomfortable with. You are a friend, Tonks.”

Words that were meant to be reassuring instead were akin to jagged rusty knives being stabbed in Tonks. But worst of all weren’t even his words. It was her mother’s knowing look that really bothered Tonks.

The damn woman was staring down at Tonks from behind Harry’s back, the expression on her face screaming smugness.

The damn bitch definitely knew that Tonks wouldn’t have minded Harry….taking advantage of the situation.

“You know what? Fine!” Tonks thought as she rose from her seat.

Harry’s eyes grew wide, but he did nothing to stop Tonks as she took action. A simple effort of will and flex of her metamorphmagus ability ripped her clothes right off her body as Tonks increased its size. She held on to this size, looking like an amazon, for a brief moment before returning to her normal more lithe shape.

Of course, that didn’t mean her girls weren’t freaking amazing. Large and impossibly perky, Tonks did not hesitate a bit to use her inborn talent to enhance the way her breasts looked.

And judging by the hunger in Harry’s eyes, he did not mind it all.

With a grin on her face, and her hair changing their colour to lascivious tones of pink and purple, Tonks climbed onto the table. She quickly invaded Harry’s personal space, getting her face so close to his, she could feel his breath on her skin. No doubt this damn man could smell the scent of her perfume.

Then, before Harry, or worse – her mom, could say or do anything, Tonks leaned back, propping herself up on her hands behind her back. Now Harry could see everything as Tonks laid herself bare before his lustful eyes.

Her massive tits and stiff nipples just begging to be played with.

Her toned stomach which Tonks kept in that sweet spot between too soft and too hard. Just enough definition to show the muscles but not so much that Tonks would look mannish.

And finally, her tight little pussy between her thick thighs, just weeping for attention.

Tonks shivered as she felt Harry’s, her Lord’s, gaze on her body. She swallowed, suddenly nervous after the surge of bravery.

A mad thought of conjuring some clothes back on and fleeing before things could go irrecoverably serious flashed in Tonks’ mind.

No. She would NOT chicken out, not when she was hopefully about to get the first good dicking since….since Remus died.

Gosh, it had been far too long. She could not fumble this.

Tonks swallowed and gathered her nerves.

“I-” Tonks stumbled but after a deep breath pressed on. “Harry, I love you.”

The words rang through the suddenly quiet room. Tonks licked her lips unsure whether or not she should add anything else before Harry said anything.

Thankfully Harry spared her the embarrassment.

He rubbed the back of his ear, slightly flustered.

“I didn’t know you had such feelings for me.” He said. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Well, I was afraid to make things awkward between us.” Tonks confessed. “You were going through the whole Ginny fiasco, and I didn’t want to spook Teddy’s godfather and after a while I just got used to pushing my feelings down.” Tonks shrugged, feeling self-conscious.

“Well, I guess I like you too.” Harry said.

Tonks suppressed a wince. Yeah that sounded truthful. Still, nothing was lost. Not yet.

“You don’t need to worry about hurting my feelings, Harry.” She said and suddenly pressed the sole of her foot on Harry’s crotch. The man yelped but didn’t try to move Tonks’ inquisitive foot away. “I know you don’t have serious feelings for me. Yet.” Tonks gave him her most lustful smile and started stroking Harry’s cock through the fabric of his pants. “But this not so little thing tells me you are quite in lust with me. So what do you say, My Lord, care to sample delights of House Black?”

This was an invitation Harry could not refuse. In a flash, he got rid of his own clothes and heedless of Andromeda’s presence in the room, slapped his cock on Tonks’ body. His manhood pressed against her flesh from her wet pussy and almost to her belly button. The shapeshifting woman breathed heavily, her half-lidded eyes full of lust.

As if to further tempt him, Tonks spread her thick breeding thighs wider and said hotly:

“Fuck me, My Lord!”