Harry and his witches

N: The reason I write on this site is to get reviews. I will respond to what you write to me… so just leave a goddamned review! Two isn’t what I want to consider a lot, but please just leave something. Oh, there’s another author’s note at the bottom; it’s important to the story. Also, I do not own The Necronomicon, a book originally written by H.P. Lovecraft, et al. I just used the idea to benefit the story. Well, enjoy.

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Not wanting to be caught, they sprinted down the hallways past paintings and toward the east tower, where the Hufflepuff dorms were. “Hey, Susan,” Harry began, “could you tell me how hard it would be to get protection for all of us?”

No, Hogwarts wasn’t too different from any other school. In Hogwarts, there were cliques, dating couples, bullies, buddies, drugs, and gangs. Harry and his friends were in need of protection, if they were to make it out of this school year in one piece. “Not hard at all. Since I am your slave and some of my dorm mates have masters, they will offer sympathy and protection for one of their own,” responded Susan in one huff.

Finally, they stopped in front of an entrance to a tower, which looked like two giant pawns from a chessboard. Susan placed one had on each of the guards’ heads and they leapt aside. Everyone filed in after Susan and looked upon the number of students that stared directly at them. Not long after, though, did they return to what they were doing before, ignoring the presence of the strangers in their dorm.

Susan smiled at the display and led everyone down another winding staircase. The dorm was much cleaner than in Gryffindor, likely because of the elves that simply refused to risk being freed and often skipped over to the dorms. It didn’t take long to get used to the bright yellow colors that seemed to be everywhere. They were somehow less obnoxious than the normal red and gold that Harry, Katie, and Ginny were used to seeing.

Finally, they reached the bottom and came upon a small library. Everyone made the necessary motions by moving the desks to the side, conjuring beds and pillows, placing up curtains for privacy, and getting into their evening pajamas.

Susan and Ginny immediately led Harry to a bed in the corner with plush yellow sheets and a comforter softer than velvet. Everyone was settled in and very comfortable until--

“Harry, do you even have the smallest clue of how much trouble we managed to get ourselves into today?” Katie asked, raising an eyebrow at how long it took Harry to untangle himself from Ginny and Susan.

“No,” Harry stated simply, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he released a long yawn. “But do elaborate.”

Katie groaned softly; the way that he sighed indicated that he really couldn’t care less what he did in his old dorm room. “Well, I hope that Neville does.” Katie looked to him as he nodded. “Merlin, Harry, we have just pitted our entire dorm and our dorm mates against us.... I don’t even think that Quidditch would be all that great of an idea now. Essentially, we have created a giant war, the Gryffindor common room against -- what… the five of us?”

“I don’t think it is all that simple,” Neville began. “I mean, the Slytherins would have an interest in protecting their own, and they don’t have a real issue with the Hufflepuffs -- just a few bullying issues. They, like the Slytherins, would want us safe. What we are looking at is a whole school war. The only dorm that isn’t in on it is the Ravenclaws. They have no reason to get involved just yet… but that doesn’t mean that they won’t later on.... This is real big.”

“Don’t worry,” Susan began. “We have two teams of students; they only have one. The Slytherins are cunning, and most aren’t assholes, just some. And the Hufflepuffs are known for their loyalty. In my eyes, there is no way that we could lose.”

“You’re assuming too much,” Ginny said. “Not everyone is going to want to take part in this little school war, since some of the students are third years or younger. With all of that in mind, we need to think of the hardheadedness of the average Gryffindor student and the shear number of them. The Gryffindor dorms have the most students of any class.”

Harry let out a belly laugh. “You have put far too much attention and thought into this,” he stated, lying back down. “If you want to think about it, some of the students bought our little speech. Now, shut up so I can sleep. We can talk about this a little later… after a good rest, that is.”

~Tonks and Amelia~

Some remodeling had been done to the ministry of magic; they were dividing up their offices in order to help insure the safety of their employees, as well as their own. Tonks and Amelia were placed as the heads of a branch of Aurors by the countryside. Each branch and house was meant to protect a certain object that the minister thought might be desirable to Voldemort.

Tonks, Amelia, and a battalion of Aurors were guarding an ancient book entitled The Necronomicon. It was a wizarding book used by Merlin’s greatest enemy, King Guado. The two opposed each other, as they were equal in strength. Before the final fight, Guado wrote in The Necronomicon two spells that he and Merlin used in their previous fights and duels. In the end, though, the two killed each other. Merlin left behind Nosferatu, containing all the spells that he could use, and even a few ingenious ones that he made up.

While Merlin is thought to have more devastating spells, The Necronomicon is believed to hold more curses of the dark brand and have a much broader range than Merlin’s would.

Tonks let out a long and irritated sigh; she had been put on lockdown in a cell for a week. A villager approached with a wand in hand. She, as well as a few others, believed that he was a Death Eater because of the robe that he wore, the wand in his hand, and the pointed hood.

“Look on the bright side, Tonks,” a female voice called out from the other side. “I can get you out tomorrow. I have managed to reason with the elders of the town and with the minister.” Amelia appeared at the door, her eyes showing their sleeplessness.

“You look exhausted,” Tonks stated, shifting her form to mimic Amelia. “Don’t you agree?”

“What are you doing?” Amelia asked. Tonks never bothered to shift like that… unless she was up to something.

“I have a plan,” she replied, shifting forms back to the villager that put her in the cell to begin with. “I know that he was here to scope us out. Call it a second sense.” Tonks then shifted back to her usual pink, spiked-hair self. “If he was a Death Eater, the weird outfit would make more sense. He was probably looking for a reason to start a fight, so I merely stunned him. If it were anything else, he would of let it all out and it would have been justified.”

“You have had a lot of time on your hands, haven’t you?” Amelia asked with an amused smile. “Alright, I will get an extra to take your place while you transform into that man and follow him. If you are right, then good; if you are wrong, come back and report. In either case, you will have to wait for the rest of your little detention. Sound good?” Tonks eagerly nodded and transformed.

Her skin paled to a milky color, her eyes grew cold and gray, and her nose became pointed. Her ears grew, as did her head; the hair changed to a black color. “Get me a cloak,” Tonks commanded, doing her best to imitate the mystery man’s voice. Amelia came back a minute later, and Tonks ran out of the front door.

For the first time in a week, she felt the sun on her skin; it was very warm and welcoming. The sky was clear and devoid of cloud cover. The sand beneath her feet flew into her shoes as she left her prints in the ground. ‘Something needs to be done about that,’ she thought. Anyone could trace her back here and make the interpretation that she was undercover.

Focusing her magic and bonding it with her own metamorphagus abilities, she was now weightless. Wandering down through the desert, she came upon the town of Ashera, which was about a mile away. It was small and the two-leveled buildings were apparently made of cement. They also had fire escapes if you could not reach the lower level; everything was extremely impoverished.

It wasn’t hard to spot the man; he walked down a long alley and out the other end. Tonks knew that he was waiting for something. It was when she was imitating someone’s body that she could hear some thought patterns.

Right now, she had two choices: try to take the man and squeeze the information from him, or take the safer route and wait here for him to continue and monitor his thoughts for any suspicion. Not wanting to get in any worse trouble, she chose the lesser of the two and stayed safe. Carefully, and monitoring her clumsiness, she hoisted herself onto a fire escape ladder and up onto a building.

Creeping over to the edge, she found the man turning the corner, wand in hand. She stifled her laughter at his confusion, as he walked into the building that she was on top of. Silently, she lowered herself into a window. The inside didn’t look any better than the outside. The walls and beds were stained, as well as all the other furniture that was in disarray.

Silently, she crept over to the staircase and found a group of some seven men and women, all talking in hushed tones. “For Master?” one asked. She had light brown hair and wore a kimono, which revealed plenty of leg and cleavage.

“Yes, Chocolate,” another man hissed. The man reminded Tonks of Voldemort because he didn’t have a face, just slits for his nose and a mouth, with two eyes near what was supposed to be a forehead. “We need to get this before Voldemort does.”

‘Before…? Who the hell is their master?’ Tonks thought, shifting back to her normal pink-haired form.

“Tonight, we will storm them,” another man called out. He looked normal, except for the katana strapped onto his back.

“Why should we, Shinon?” the no-faced man asked. “We are four strong, and there are at least thirty highly trained wizards in there.”

“One is a metamorphagus,” stated the man whom Tonks had stunned earlier. “She could prove of use to us. After all, she is listening to this entire conversation. My name is Syfer. Hello, Ms. Tonks.” And in a flash, he was behind her, his arm wrapped loosely around her neck, as he was merely holding her. “We are called the Brotherhood. Would you like to join?” Syfer then looked down upon the seven others, silently telling them to stay put. “We each have a special power. Mine is instant transportation, like apparation, but it uses almost no magic. Also, mind-reading; I know everything about you now.”

Syfer had long, white hair that was separated by what smelled like moose. He had dark blue eyes and semi-pale skin. His cloak covered his body, but he appeared to be very thin and had a set of muscles matching Harry’s; Tonks could feel the muscles on his arm through the cloak. Needless to say, he was strong and could kill her if he really wanted to. To Tonks, he looked to be only seventeen, the youngest out of the entire group.

“If you can read my mind,” Tonks said, trying to struggle out of his grip, “what will I do next?”

“Try and kick me in the balls,” Syfer stated, holding her without squeezing.

“So close.” With that, she stomped on his foot with her heel. When he winced, she brought her left leg up and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could. Gracefully, she rolled up over his back and landed behind him.

She watched as the woman named Chocolate lightly placed her hand on the railing and slowly… almost tauntingly, rose up the steps. Tonks was in awe at the women’s beauty. Her soft face, tanned skin, and brown hair that parted perfectly and went down to her shoulder. Her breasts were pushed up, a C-cup, and nearly bursting out of her kimono as she slowly walked up the steps, jiggling with each step. With her soft, pouty lips and luscious long legs, she stood at a full five feet, seven inches. She was the image that men went to war for, that men would die to protect.

“I have the power of pheromones and beauty,” she stated, inching closer to Tonks, only a few feet away now. “You cannot resist because of the pheromones adding to my stunning beauty.... In your eyes, I am completely irresistible.” Chocolate then closed the distance. Syfer was up and rejoined the group at the bottom.

Chocolate pressed her lips to Tonks’. Tonks didn’t stand a chance, as she could feel the smaller woman’s chest being pressed up against her, feel her heat and smell her scent. Harry left her mind; all that there was at the moment was Chocolate. Pulling her hand up, she placed it at the side of her face and gently ran her fingers through the light brown hair.

Chocolate then pulled her arms around Tonks’ ass and lifted her in the air. Tonks let out a little moan as she was forcefully pressed up against the wall to her back. “You like this?” she asked tauntingly. Tonks nodded enthusiastically and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman’s neck, her legs around her waist, securing herself in mid-air.

Chocolate ran her hands up her legs, pulling the cloak up with it. “You really are beautiful… you know that…? Harry Potter is one lucky man.” Tonks had heard enough. Grasping Chocolate’s head with one hand on each side, she pulled her forward forcefully.

The kiss was rough, and while both found it to be very enjoyable, they wanted to go another level. Chocolate licked Tonks’ lips, gently and slowly. A grin spread across both of their faces as Tonks opened her mouth, allowing entrance. The tongues dueled and danced, fighting for dominance.

Eventually, though, Chocolate pulled back. “Tell Harry Potter…” Chocolate released Tonks, who was in a dazed state, “that we would like his help. The Dark Brotherhood could always use someone of his… talents. Oh, and tell your leader that we would like to talk about that book.”

“I… could bring…. one of you… back to talk,” Tonks said between light gasps for breath.

“That is a good idea,” said Chocolate, stepping back. “Syfer, you go. If there is trouble, you could always get away.”

Syfer looked up from his hand of cards, a cigarette in his mouth. “Fine,” he stated, walking out the front door. “You coming?” he asked Tonks.

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The pair walked back to the base in silence. To ensure safety, Tonks warped into the image of Amelia. She was granted access without a hitch and walked into what everyone referred to as ‘the war room.’ “Tonks, back so early?” Amelia asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I have someone that would like to talk to you. He could prove to be helpful,” said Tonks, moving away from the doorway and allowing Syfer to walk in.

“Here is the deal, beautiful.” Syfer grinned when Amelia didn’t react. ‘Hard to get.... I like that.’ “Voldemort is going to destroy the town tomorrow with inferni, griffons, and basilisks. He will have his Death Eaters march up here and take that damned book you are protecting. If you do not give it to me, my friends and I will attack and take it by force.”

Amelia laughed. “That isn’t much of a deal. I agree with one inference: I do not want to go head-to-head with the Dark Lord, but I will not allow you to take the book.” Syfer scowled at her stubbornness. Amelia then raised her hand, indicating that she was not done. “But I will make a deal: you help us evacuate everyone in this little town, then I will give the book to someone neutral, where we could both use it.”

Amelia knew the consequences. She would be fired, as she risked dealing with a potentially dangerous group. He did, after all, threaten to attack her. “Fine, but who is neutral?” The two thought about it for a while, when it hit Tonks.

“Harry Potter.”

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A/N: Sorry ’bout the lateness. I do have a life and a wedding to plan for and other stories to write, so please don’t bitch at me, ’kay?

I have to tell you, I don’t know what to do with the Dark Brotherhood (to have them be good or bad). It’s entirely up to you guys. If good, then Harry and everyone else will join. If bad, then they will be an individual group, away from Harry, Dumbledore, and Voldemort. No, they cannot join anyone other than Harry.

Final thing: Anyone else on the save list for Harry and his crew…? Otherwise, everyone else will be scraped.

The list is:

* Katie Bell

* Daphne Greengrass

* Lisa Turpin

* The Patil Twins

* Terry Boot

* Hannah Abbot

* Luna lovegood
If this is all, then everyone else will be done away with.

On a different note, if you follow the metric system, then a measurement of five feet with seven inches is equivalent to 167.5 centimeters (which was the height for Chocolate).

Claire: Thanks for telling me :)

Ladybug452000: Cool. If I ever need to, I’ll let you know. Glad you like the story so far.