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Maturity of Magic Chapter 27
🕑 Added 2025-07-06 17:33:19 +0000 UTCNymphadora Tonks stood beside Kingsley Shacklebolt on a narrow dirt path, her hands stuffed into her pockets as her bubblegum-pink hair blew in the wind.
Her hair was still an obnoxiously bright shade of pink, yet longer than before. She knew that men liked longer hair, and that Harry especially seemed to like women with long hair. As for why Tonks had suddenly decided to grow her hair out with Harry in mind? Well, it was because of the verbal battering the Black Widow gave her at Grimmauld Place.
“A word of advice, Harry is much too busy to spend his time on some charity case.” She remembered Ms. Zabini’s harsh words to her. “Maybe you’ll grow out of it at some point, but by then it will be too late. While most men have to work to impress a woman, it’s not the same with Harry Potter, especially when he has a line of women ready to service him.”
Tonks had protested, and denied the woman’s words at the time while claiming she would find a different man just right for her. And yet the Black Widow just laughed and said something that was permanently ingrained into Nymphadora’s skull ever since. “Even if you find that person, just know you’ll be giving up a real man like Harry Potter, and settling for some pitiful cock that’s half the size. It’s something to think about when you’re on your back, faking your moans and trying not to fall asleep.”
Ms. Zabini’s words still hurt even how, and Nymphadora could do nothing but play the conversation over and over in her head ever since. Soon enough she folded, and began giving into the woman’s taunts as she tried to change herself to be someone Harry would fall for.
The choker around her neck was the first to go, along with the immature biker gang outfits she kept in her closet. Next came a new wardrobe and a new look, as she grew out her hair and started wearing formal clothing that most other Professional Aurors wore.
In a way, it was the coming of a new era for Nymphadora Tonks, one where she wasn’t some basket case to be passed around and walked over. And to be more specific, it was time that she began pursuing Harry Potter like every other woman in her life was doing. The only problem with that, however, was that she didn’t know how to get his attention.
And then came the most unexpected development, being that Kingsley Shacklebolt approached her during work about joining a secret group led by Albus Dumbledore. From there, the stars seemed to align, as Nymphadora now had the opportunity to get close to one of Harry’s biggest obstacles.
She wanted to prove herself useful, and actually get Harry’s attention for once. And if being Harry’s spy was the way to do it… who was she to say no?
“So this is it, then?” She asked, squinting into the empty fields around them as she stood next to Kingsley. “Looks like a plain field to me.”
Kingsley said nothing, instead handing her a small scrap of parchment. She unfolded it and read the thin, curling handwriting.
The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole.
The second she finished reading, the parchment crumbled to dust between her fingers. And then the space ahead of her twisted like heat rising off pavement, and with a strange humming sound, the Weasley Burrow appeared.
It stood crooked and tall, like a pile of mismatched pallets barely held together by nails and glue. Several chimneys puffed lazily into the sky, and lights flickered in some of the windows. But even more noticeable than the house itself were the thin, shimmering layers of magic that hung in the air like invisible curtains.
“Fidelius Charm was only the first layer.” Kingsley muttered. “Dumbledore’s been busy fortifying the place.”
Tonks took a tentative step forward and felt something cold brush against her shoulder — a ward, testing her. A tingling sensation danced along her spine as they moved closer to the house, each pace bringing new pressure, as if unseen walls of magic were examining her very soul.
“Blimey.” she whispered, rubbing her arms. “Feels like walking through a ghost.”
“Wait here.” Kingsley instructed, and with a low mutter and a flick of his wand, he sent a silver wisp of magic darting toward the Burrow’s door.
A moment later, it creaked open, and Arthur Weasley stepped out before sending a friendly smile her way. “Ah, there you are! Thought I heard something stirring the wards.”
Tonks stepped forward, only to suddenly freeze as a sharp ring of red light flared around her threateningly.
“That’s an old blood-ward.” Arthur explained, already raising his wand. “Bit jumpy around the Black family line, I’m afraid.”
Tonks made a face. “Trust my lot to make things complicated even when I’m trying to do something noble.”
Arthur chuckled and gave a gentle tap of his wand to the air, making the light vanish. “Come on in, the meeting is about to start.”
Tonks followed Kingsley up the winding path toward the door, as Arthur opened it to allow them inside.
Inside, the Burrow was exactly as she pictured it, being chaotic, cozy, and filled with the comforting smells of tea and something sweet that Mrs. Weasley had probably baked hours ago. The walls were lined with crooked picture frames and messy shelves, and a few enchanted knitting needles worked away in a rocking chair by the fireplace.
Around a long wooden table sat a gathering that made her stomach twist with nerves. Dumbledore was already present and sitting beside McGonagall, with Remus Lupin, Arthur, Moody sitting along one side, with an unhappy looking Snape, Mundungus Fletcher, and Elphias Doge sitting across from them.
“There she is!” Molly Weasley beamed as she entered. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, dear, I’ve heard so much about you!”
“Indeed, it is good to have you with us, Nymphadora.” Dumbledore’s gaze suggested he knew more about her situation than he should.
She ignored the usage of her name, instead swallowing down her hesitation. “Thank you, Sir.”
More members were beginning to fill the Weasley home then, with all of the chairs being taken while the remaining attendees crowded around the table.
“I’m sure you all know why we’re here.” Dumbledore spoke at last, officially starting the meeting. “After many years in hiding, Voldemort has finally revealed himself to the public. And as much as I hate to admit it, we are unprepared for the coming storm.”
“What do we need to do then?” Remus Lupin asked.
“For now, the Ministry will be our main focus. Specifically, the Wizengamot, along with the Department of Mysteries.” Tonks frowned at that last mention, not understanding what Dumbledore wanted with the Department of Mysteries.
Harry and his group had never mentioned anything related to the Unspeakables, and yet the various members present all nodded as if understanding exactly what Dumbledore was getting at.
Dumbledore smiled. “Let us begin our first topic of discussion, being our campaign to have Kingsley be elected Minister.”
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It was just plain luck that Kingsley approached her about joining a secret organization to fight Voldemort. Or at least, that’s what Nymphadora thought initially, only for the entire meeting to center around campaigning for Kingsley to become Minister.
Many of the members had left as that topic of conversation came to an end, and Tonks had to wonder if this really was some secret group, or just Kingsley’s Ministerial Campaign dressed up in fancy colors. Until finally, Dumbledore made them move onto another subject.
“There is another matter that needs to be discussed.” Dumbledore said, looking every bit of his age in that moment. “Being what to do with Harry Potter.”
“With Harry?” Mrs. Weasley squeaked, while Nymphadora tensed up. “What do you mean, ‘what to do with him’? And what’s all this nonsense about him and all those dastardly women?”
“I am afraid that my actions have pushed Harry away after the events of last year.” Dumbledore looked terribly regretful. “As such, the boy has become frustrated, and has gone on to forge his own path in fighting Voldemort.”
“Bah!” Snape scoffed in derision. “You say that like the boy hasn’t simply overindulged himself in the pleasures of the flesh! He’s no different than his Father or Black.”
Nymphadora’s hand unintentionally tightened into a fist in that moment, her eyes narrowing as she tried to keep her anger under control.
“Do not be crass, Severus. Your disdain for Harry in this matter is unwarranted.” Dumbledore stared sharply at Snape before looking at the rest of the room. “Harry has created an obstacle for us to avoid when fighting Voldemort, being himself and his allies. I’ve learned that he’s formed an elite group specifically for fighting Death Eaters, and has even begun forming his own political coalition within the Wizengamot with the backing of House Bones and House Greengrass… with the reasoning behind their support being obvious.”
“Marriage contracts?!” Molly Weasley looked scandalized. “So that’s why Harry’s getting with all these women?”
Kingsley leaned forward. “You want us to stop him?”
“No.” Dumbledore said softly. “We cannot stop him, we can only watch him for now.”
His eyes turned toward Tonks.
She stiffened. “Me?”
Dumbledore nodded, confirming that he wanted her to watch Harry.
“Surely you don’t need Nymphadora to get close to the boy, Dumbledore.” Arthur spoke then. “Hermione and Ron are around him all the time at school.”
“Harry’s activities caught even myself by surprise.” Dumbledore explained. “We need someone to get close to him from outside Hogwarts, and to find out just what he is planning.”
“Why me?”
“Because you are young enough to understand him.” Dumbledore said. “And just old enough to get his attention. Harry seems to have a fascination with older and powerful women—as show by the likes of Madam Bones and Ms. Zabini. He does not seem to be typically attracted to the opposite sex in a way that is healthy, instead gravitating towards those who seem to be dangerous.”
Her face flushed slightly, but she didn’t back down. “You want me to seduce him?”
Molly looked horrified. “Albus, she’s just a girl—”
“I want you to watch him.” Dumbledore said firmly. “I want you to get close. Close enough to know if he is still our Harry… or something else entirely. Because if he isn’t…” He let the silence finish the thought.
“Surely you exaggerate the matter, Albus.” McGonagall looked a bit shaken. “Potter might be different from before, but he’s always been principled and virtuous at the very least… even if he breaks a few rules from time to time.”
Snape snorted in contempt, while Dumbledore took a long moment before he finally responded.
“I once knew a boy like Harry. That same boy was praised by all of his Professors as a genius, while everyone close to him claimed he was thoughtful and kind. Yet no one could’ve predicted that same boy would one day turn into Lord Voldemort.” Dumbledore said brutally. “Already, Harry has demonstrated traits that Tom Riddle once possessed, and furthermore has proven that his lust for power far exceeds anything I imagined. If we let him continue on his current path… I feel that Lord Voldemort will become the least of our worries.”
Tonks leaned back, rubbing her temple to try and push down her unease. “I’ll do it.”
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The anti-apparition wards just so happened to go up when she was in the middle of her workout. As such, Julia Zabini was left wearing a sports bra and leggings as she silently made her way through the various hallways and secret passageways in her new home.
The newly-purchased Zabini Manor was a property she had acquired only a couple of months ago. It sat on the coast facing westward, formally being a muggle property that she purchased through some complicated arrangement which allowed her to pay for it with Gringotts galleons which alchemists turned into gold bars. It meant the Zabini vaults would take a hit, but the end result of having a new Manor for future generations of House Zabini to live in was worth the cost.
At least, that was what she hoped, until Voldemort’s Death Eaters stormed the place and began vandalizing everything in sight. The only saving grace was that they didn’t burn down the old Manor immediately, instead entering it and scouring every room. They must be looking for me.
Those close to Harry Potter always took their security very seriously, with the fear of Voldemort’s reprisal always being prevalent. Narcissa was safe at Hogwarts, Sirius had the wards surrounding Grimmauld Place, and Amelia Bones had the protection of the Aurors in her service to name just some of their protections.
And while Julia could always rely on Grimmauld Place as her residence, the old Black family townhouse wasn’t exactly welcoming when it was just her around with only Sirius and an imprisoned Bellatrix for company. That led her to where she was now, having purchased her own Manor, only to have it attacked by Voldemort’s followers. Just my luck. I guess it’s back to the hospitality of Grimmauld Place after this.
She tried not to sigh in despair at that thought, having wanted to get her hands on a home where Harry could visit and fuck her whenever he wanted. Instead she would be back at square one, reduced to living in the old House-elf’s quarters that Harry originally put her in.
Save those thoughts for later. She softly opened a secret hatch on the second floor of the home and dropped down, landing on the old wooden rafters above the home’s kitchen. Down below her were two Death Eaters, both unmasked as they indulged themselves in drinking wine from bottles she had collected over the years.
One of them had a crazed look in his eye, having shaggy brown hair that made him look unkempt. “I can’t wait to get my hands on this bitch.”
“Zabini, you mean?” The other man hummed, being bald and looking like he was a career criminal. “I heard she’s crazy, and that the Dark Lord wants her for leverage over Potter.”
They want me alive. She immediately deduced, listening to the two men’s conversation silently as to not alert them of her presence.
“It’s the crazy ones who are best in bed.” The brown haired one said with an unstable smile on his face. “No wonder Potter went after her, even if she’s more likely to kill him than anything else.”
Julia’s eyes narrowed into slits then, and before she could stop it, her wand shot out, sending a cutting curse that tore the man’s arm clean off. The brown haired one screamed in pain while his bald buddy tried to get his wand out to get her, yet Julia was faster as she changed targets and hit him with a withering curse in the head, which killed him in an instant.
That was when she jumped down, grabbing onto a nearby beam to swing downwards right towards the brown haired Death Eater. She landed on his head, sending him to the floor as her legs happened to wrap around the man’s neck.
Her thighs were big, thick, and succulent, being a part of her body that Harry loved. But it wasn’t just good genes which gave her such a gift, but hard work from years of exercise and spell practice. And while she would never be as fit as Amelia Bones, Julia was still althletic enough to put most Witches to shame. Spell combat and sex were two very important things to her, and exercise was needed to improve upon both. It ended up with her having thick, strong thighs that could crush a watermelon, or in this case… a neck.
CRACK
The Death Eater’s neck snapped with minimal effort on her part, and already she was on her feet and on the move. Julia burst out of an already destroyed door that led out of the manor, and immediately made a beeline to the edge of the wards where she could apparate away.
“Stop her! She’s trying to escape!” Someone yelled from behind, followed by a spell that overshot her head by a few inches.
“Morgana’s fat fuckin arse!” She swore violently, having to dodge to the side and run in a zigzag as the Death Eaters noticed her presence. She didn’t expect anyone to notice her fleeing, and she quickly cast a crummy disillusionment to try and help.
Stunning spells were the least volatile pieces of magic being thrown her way as she ran, as all sort of dark curses missed her partly-invisible form by mere feet. She even noticed a few cruciatus curses mixed in, and when none of those did the trick, her opponents wised up and used the incarcerous spell to try and trip her with ropes.
Suddenly, the ground to her left was uprooted by an explosion, causing Julia to stumble to the right. Yet that was when the place to her right also exploded, having been hit by a bombardment curse. Despite not having directly hit her, the curse still upended her body and sent her flying through the air. She landed on her back, feeling the wind get blown out of her lungs by the fall, as she gasped for hair.
“F-Fuck...” She could hear the Death Eaters making their way across the grounds towards her, and Julia knew that there was no chance she could recover in time to escape to the edge of the anti-apparition wards.
“Restrain her, and make sure to take her wand.” A harsh voice ordered as the Death Eaters drew near. “The Dark Lord wants her unspoiled.”
Two cloaked followers of the Dark Lord entered her vision, and one of them pointed his wand at her to disarm her. “Expel-”
“STUPEFY!”
A dozen red bolts shot out from the edge of the wards, and the Death Eaters surrounding her were suddenly knocked down unconscious. Julia couldn’t help but let out a relieved breath as red-cloaked aurors charged towards her Manor with their wands held aloft.
All of a sudden, a redhead woman leaned into Julia’s vision, with intense blue eyes that studied her carefully. “Are you alright, Ms. Zabini?”
Amelia Bones was someone that Julia Zabini had worked very hard to avoid over the years. She had always envisioned their first meeting being the redhead arresting her, and yet it seemed that fate loved its irony, as it was Amelia Bones who was saving her instead of dooming Julia to a eternity in prison.
She pushed herself up, refusing to show weakness in front of such a powerful woman despite her own injuries. Julia could feel the pain in her ribs, as well as some blood on her chin, all of which having been caused by her harsh fall.
But she didn’t focus on her own condition, instead focusing in on the redhead standing across from her. A thick, red, auror trenchcoat wrapped around her form, doing nothing to hide her curvy figure that emphasized wide hips and utterly huge breasts. Beautiful red hair that framed perfect lips and blue eyes, along with a monocle which somehow made her intimidating, all while the redhead eyed her in a way that wasn’t entirely hostile.
The two of them together brought a lot of attention from the nearby male aurors. After all, they were both the archetype male fantasy, both being buxom older women with bodies built for sin. And if it wasn’t their bodies that drew attention, then it was the sight of Harry Potter’s newest love interests interacting with one another.
No one had ever seen them in public together, and there was certainly a lot of speculation on how exactly Harry Potter ended up with both the DMLE Director, as well as the witch who was the redhead’s very antithesis.
“Yes, I am fine.” The Black Widow answered at last. “Although I’m curious how you knew to come here.”
“Ms. Black was nice enough to inform me of your new home, along with its location.” Bones answered. “After that, I ordered this area to be monitored for any unauthorized spell casting and apparitions. Death Eaters are known to attack muggles, and there was no reason for so many adult wizards to be out here in the first place while using such dangerous spells.”
To think this woman wasn’t placed in Slytherin. Julia felt her respect rise for Madam Bones then, despite the fact that the woman had been spying on her. Her home was located in a muggle area, meaning Amelia’s explanation actually made sense to have the area monitored.
“Spying on a private citizen?” She decided to test the woman. “Perhaps Skeeter should write an article?”
“So you’re the one who put Skeeter on a leash.” The DMLE Director sounded almost amused. “I don’t know whether to put you in cuffs, or give you a reward for reigning in that woman.”
She hummed. “What could you possibly give me?”
“My endorsement in the Wizengamot, for one.” She answered. “Along with a place in my faction. Narcissa and Harry are both planning to take up their seats in the new year, and House Zabini is soon to be promoted to noble status.”
Indeed, part of their plan was to raise Julia’s family up in peerage in order to artificially gain more members in Amelia’s Wizengamot faction. It was a cheap trick, and something many Lords looked down upon, but with desperate times came desperate decisions.
With that said, the more endorsements a new House received upon being raised to Noble status, the higher their prestige rose. Those Houses that endorsed them, however, would forever carry the judgement with having made such a decision. And if a House they endorsed fell from grace… they too would suffer an extreme embarrassment.
While Julia was entirely devoted to Harry, and already onboard with supporting his goals, that didn’t mean she wasn’t a little selfish. Mistress she might be, but at the end of the day her House’s future was still important.
“And what do you want in return?” She asked.
“I need someone on the inside with the Death Eaters.” Amelia stated. “Dumbledore has Snape, but he will never share information with me. And so I want you to get as much information as you can from Voldemort’s followers.”
“You want me act as a spy?” She voiced with some surprise, all while she thought the proposition over. Everyone else in Harry’s group was doing their part, with Narcissa and Greengrass at Hogwarts, Amelia in the DMLE, and even Rita was writing articles to prop up their cause. The only one jobless and without a real purpose was her, making the decision quite easy. “I’ll do it.”
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18
A/N: Sorry I got this out late, July vacation got me off schedule.
Comments
Zack
Yeah I feel like this is a really bad idea
Hadrian v.E.
Yeah, why not have one of Harry's publically known lovers infiltrate the DEs 🤦.
