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"Well, that's first year done," Harry announced as they walked down the castle steps. "I'd say it was relatively peaceful, aside from that small matter of a Dark Lord possessing our Defense teacher."
"Only you would call that 'relatively peaceful,'" Hermione sighed, though she was smiling. "Most students consider exploding cauldrons in Potions to be their biggest excitement."
"Speaking of Potions," Sebastian grinned, "did you see Snape's face when he couldn't find anything wrong with your Forgetfulness Potion? I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel."
"He tried though," Anna added dryly. "I counted - he checked it fifty-three times."
"Fifty-seven," Harry corrected. "I counted too. I think he was hoping it would spontaneously combust if he glared at it long enough."
Itisa, padding along beside them, made a sound suspiciously like a snicker. Hedwig, in her cage, hooted what was clearly a laugh.
"Oh, don't you start," Harry told his owl. "You're just as bad as she is."
Hedwig puffed up indignantly, while Itisa somehow managed to look smug. The two had developed an odd friendship that mostly consisted of them taking turns making fun of Harry.
"They're worse than the Weasley twins," Tonks observed, her hair cycling through amused shades of pink. "Speaking of troublemakers, ready for second year? Fair warning - it's mostly just harder versions of first-year stuff."
"Except Defense," Anna added quietly from where she walked beside her brother. "We get to learn proper dueling techniques next year."
"Assuming we get a professor who isn't sharing skull space with You-Know-Who," Sebastian said.
"Always a bonus in educational settings," Harry agreed. "Though I suppose it did make for interesting practical experience in defensive magic."
Anna's laugh turned into a small coughing fit, making Sebastian immediately turn to her in concern.
"I'm fine," she assured them, waving off her brother's worried look. "Just dusty out here."
"Well, well," a drawling voice interrupted as they reached the path to Hogsmeade Station. "If it isn't Potter and his menagerie of misfits."
"Malfoy," Harry replied pleasantly. "Lovely to see you're still working on those alliterative insults. Keep practicing - you might manage something clever by fourth year."
Draco's face reddened. "Just because you got lucky with some trinket-"
"Twenty-thousand Galleons worth of 'lucky trinket,'" Anna cut in coolly. "How many Ministry contracts have you secured lately, Draco?"
"When my father-"
"Yes, yes, we know," Harry yawned. "When your father hears about this, he'll be very upset. I do hope he's recovered from his mysterious dizzy spell during the contract negotiations. Strange how he had to leave right before the voting, wasn't it?"
Draco stormed off, his face now an interesting shade of puce that clashed horribly with his hair.
"You shouldn't antagonize him," Hermione chided, though she was fighting back a smile.
"Why not? It's good practice for dealing with politicians," Harry grinned. "Speaking of which, how many marriage contracts have arrived so far, Susan?"
"I think you're up to fifteen. The Parkinsons sent three, just to be sure."
"Joy," Harry muttered as they climbed aboard the Hogwarts Express. "Nothing says 'congratulations on your success' quite like being auctioned off to the highest bidder."
They found an empty compartment, settling in for the journey home. Itisa immediately claimed Harry's lap, while Hedwig's cage was placed carefully on the seat beside them.
"At least you'll have an exciting summer," Anna said, her voice slightly wheezy but eager. "You have to tell me everything about the Hippocampus Royale when you find them! And if you see any Occamy nests, or-"
"I'll take detailed notes just for you," Harry promised. "Though knowing my luck, we'll probably find something that's not supposed to exist and have to keep it secret."
Tonks snorted. "Because you clearly need more dangerous secrets to keep."
Harry kicked her shin while Itisa somehow managed to look both innocent and amused at the same time.
"Just try not to start any international incidents," Hermione sighed. "I'd rather not read about you in the Prophet again until at least September."
"No promises," Harry said cheerfully. "Though I suppose I should focus on not getting eaten by sea monsters before worrying about international relations."
Anna started coughing again, harder this time. Sebastian's smile immediately vanished as he rubbed her back.
"Maybe you should rest," he suggested gently.
"I'm fine," she insisted, though her voice was raspy. "Just excited about everyone's summer plans. Promise you'll write, Harry? I want to hear all about the creatures you find."
"Of course I will," Harry assured her. "And I'll bring you back something interesting. Something that won't try to eat anyone," he added quickly at Hermione's look.
"Spoilsport," Anna smiled weakly.
The train journey continued with comfortable conversation, discussions of summer plans mixing with speculation about next year's classes. Tonks entertained them with increasingly outrageous predictions about their future professors ("Maybe next year's Defense teacher will turn out to be a yeti in disguise!"), while Daphne and Hermione debated the theoretical applications of second-year Transfiguration.
Harry noticed Sebastian watching his sister with worried eyes whenever she wasn't looking, and made a mental note to talk to Newt about rare magical maladies. If anyone would know about unusual cures, it would be the man who'd spent his life studying the most extraordinary aspects of magic.
Itisa purred contentedly in his lap, occasionally exchanging meaningful looks with Hedwig that made Harry suspect they were somehow communicating behind his back. He wouldn't put it past them - a Nundu and a Thunder Bird could probably write a book about the ridiculous situations they'd witnessed this year alone.
As London approached, Anna's eyes started drooping despite her protests that she was fine.
"Get some rest," Harry told her. "I promise to write so many letters about magical creatures that Hedwig will go on strike."
The owl in question made an indignant sound that clearly meant 'try it and see what happens.'
"Have a good summer, Harry," Anna murmured sleepily, leaning against her brother's shoulder. "Try not to get eaten by anything too interesting."
"I make no promises about the level of interest of anything that might try to eat me," Harry replied solemnly, earning a tired laugh.
As the train pulled into Platform 9¾, Harry caught Sebastian's eye again. A silent message passed between them: they would find a way to help Anna, no matter what it took. Harry would make sure to learn more about Itisa's healing powers.
After all, what was the point of being a prodigy if you couldn't use it to help the people who mattered?
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As they climbed the winding steps to the Tonks residence, Harry watched Itisa practically dancing up the stairs ahead of them, her disguised form moving with the fluid grace that sometimes made him wonder how anyone bought the 'ordinary cat' act.
"So," Harry said, deliberately casual, "what's the plan while I'm off gallivanting with sea monsters? Besides missing my charming presence, obviously."
"Oh, you know," Tonks replied, her hair shifting to a thoughtful blue, "bit of this, bit of that. Mostly working on combat spells and advanced shield charms."
"Planning to duel the garden gnomes?" Harry asked, then caught the serious look beneath her usually playful expression. "Wait... Tonks, are you thinking about-"
"Becoming an Auror?" She finished, her hair flickering briefly to a determined red. "Yeah, actually. Been thinking about it a lot lately."
Harry stopped on the stairs, turning to face her properly. "This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain paranoid ex-Auror who keeps showing up at important meetings, would it?"
"Mad-Eye's expressed interest in mentoring me," Tonks admitted. "Says my metamorphmagus abilities could be invaluable in the field."
"The same Mad-Eye who hexed his own shadow last week because it 'looked suspicious'?"
"Says the boy who has a Nundu for a pet."
Above them, Itisa paused to give them both an expression that somehow combined 'I resent that remark' with 'but you're not wrong.'
"Fair point," Harry conceded. "Though in my defense, I didn't exactly plan the whole 'adopt the world's most dangerous magical creature' thing. It just sort of... happened."
"Like how you just sort of happened to create a revolutionary magical device? Or just sort of happened to out-politic the Minister of Magic?"
"I maintain that was all self-defense," Harry protested. "And you're changing the subject. Have you told Mister Ted and Miss Andromeda about this career plan?"
Tonks's hair shifted to a nervous purple. "Not... exactly?"
"Define 'not exactly.'"
"Well, I mean, I've mentioned it. Sort of. In passing. Very casually. While they were distracted by other things."
"So that's a no, then."
"I'm working up to it!" Tonks defended. "It's just... you know how Mum gets about dangerous careers. Remember when Dad mentioned wanting to represent werewolves in magical court?"
"Ah yes, because we all just love werewolves so much, the next thing we need is to share a neighborhood with them."
"Exactly! And being an Auror is way more dangerous than magical law."
They resumed climbing, both lost in thought for a moment. Itisa had reached the top and was watching them with what Harry swore was amusement.
"You know," Harry said carefully, "there's probably never going to be a perfect time to tell them. Might as well get it over with. Like ripping off a cursed bandage."
"Speaking from experience there?"
"Let's just say talking with Professor Dumbledore about my large feline friend wasn't exactly a casual conversation."
Tonks snorted. "Yeah, I imagine 'By the way, Headmaster, I've adopted what's essentially a magical nuclear weapon with fur' didn't roll off the tongue easily."
"About as easily as 'Hey Mum, Dad, I want to chase Dark wizards for a living' will, I expect."
They reached the top of the hill, pausing to look at the cozy house that had become home to Harry. Warm light spilled from the windows, and he could smell something delicious cooking - probably Andromeda's famous shepherd's pie.
"They'll understand," Harry said softly. "They might not like it at first, but they'll support you. They always do."
"Like they supported you when you showed up with a suspicious cat and a talent for finding trouble?"
"I prefer to think of it as trouble finding me, thank you very much."
"Says the boy who's about to spend his summer chasing after legendary sea monsters."
"That's completely different," Harry protested. "That's supervised trouble. Educational trouble, even."
"Right," Tonks drawled. "Because Newt Scamander is famous for his cautious approach to dangerous creatures."
"Hey, he's very cautious! He always makes sure to document exactly how things go wrong before they try to eat him."
Itisa made a sound suspiciously like a snicker.
"You're not helping," Harry told her. She just flicked her tail in what was clearly the feline equivalent of a shrug.
"Maybe I should lead with that," Tonks mused. "At least I'm not planning to wrestle dragons or adopt apocalyptic cats."
"Yet," Harry added helpfully. "There's still time."
"Prat," she shoved him playfully. "Some supportive friend you are."
"I'm very supportive! I'm supporting your right to make questionable life choices, just like you supported mine."
"Questionable life choices that turned out pretty well, if your Ministry contract is anything to go by."
"See? Maybe being an Auror will lead to something brilliant too. Though preferably with less marriage proposals. I don't think Mad-Eye would appreciate getting courting letters from pureblood families."
The mental image made them both burst out laughing, drawing a curious look from Itisa.
"Right then," Tonks squared her shoulders, her hair settling into a determined pink. "Time to face the music. Want to stick around for moral support?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Harry grinned. "Besides, if it goes badly, I can always have Itisa create a strategic distraction."
The disguised Nundu gave him a look that clearly said 'Don't drag me into this.'
"Come on," Tonks said, reaching for the door handle. "Let's get this over with before I lose my nerve. And Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. For everything."
"That's what family's for," he replied simply. "Even if we're a rather odd one."
The front door opened to the warm aroma of shepherd's pie and the sound of Ted Tonks humming off-key in the kitchen.
"We're home!" Tonks called out, her hair shifting to a cheerful yellow as they entered.
"Just in time," Andromeda emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "How were the final exams?"
"Brilliant," Harry grinned. "Even Snape couldn't find fault with my potions, though not for lack of trying."
"He checked Harry's potion fifty-seven times," Tonks added, dropping onto the sofa.
"Fifty-seven?" Ted emerged from the kitchen, eyebrows raised. "That might be a new record."
Hedwig, released from her cage, flew to her perch near the window, while Itisa settled regally on the carpet. The owl immediately started preening, casting what could only be described as a superior look at the disguised Nundu.
"Speaking of potions," Ted said hopefully, "any chance you could make a talisman to get rid of that weird smell from my workshop? The last experiment with charm integration went a bit... wrong."
"'Wrong' is putting it mildly," Andromeda muttered. "The gnomes in the garden started wearing bubble-head charms."
"I'll see what I can do," Harry laughed. "Though maybe after I get back from the trip?"
"Oh yes, everything's packed for your adventure with Newt," Andromeda said. "I added extra healing potions, just in case. And some burn salve. And blood-replenishing potions. And-"
"Mum," Tonks interrupted, "he's going with Newt Scamander, not into battle."
"With Newt Scamander, there's often not much difference," Ted chuckled.
At the window, Hedwig let out a series of hoots that somehow managed to sound condescending. The message was clear: 'Look at me, I'm beautiful and graceful, while you're just an oversized worm.'
Itisa responded with a low growl that, to Harry's ears, clearly meant something along the lines of 'I could eat you in one bite, you glorified feather duster.'
"They're at it again," Harry sighed. "I swear they're worse than siblings."
"Speaking of sibling rivalry," Andromeda said, "dinner's ready. I made your favorite, Nymphadora."
"Don't call me Nymphadora," Tonks replied automatically, but she didn't move toward the dining room.
Ted noticed her hesitation. "Everything alright, pumpkin? You're usually first in line when your mother makes shepherd's pie."
Tonks's hair shifted through several colors rapidly - a sure sign of nervousness. She glanced at Harry, who gave her an encouraging nod.
"Actually," she said, taking a deep breath, "there's something I need to tell you both."
"Is everything okay?" Andromeda asked, concern creeping into her voice.
"I've decided what I want to do after Hogwarts," she blurted out suddenly. "I want to become an Auror."
The shepherd's pie dish Andromeda was holding froze halfway to the table. Ted's humming cut off abruptly. Even Hedwig and Itisa stopped their silent argument to watch.
The silence stretched out, thick and heavy, until Harry could practically feel it pressing against his skin.
"An Auror?" Andromeda's voice was carefully controlled, but Harry could hear the tension beneath it. "Nymphadora, do you have any idea-"
"How dangerous it is?" Tonks finished, her hair remaining steadfastly pink despite her obvious nervousness. "Yes, Mum, I do. That's part of why I want to do it."
"Part of why you want to risk your life?" Andromeda's composure cracked slightly.
"Dromeda," Ted said softly, placing a hand on his wife's arm. "Let her explain."
Harry watched silently, knowing this was Tonks's battle to fight. Still, he couldn't help adding, "She's brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts. Even Professor Flitwick says her dueling skills are exceptional."
Andromeda's eyes flickered between them. "Skill isn't everything. Do you know how many talented Aurors died in the war? How many didn't come home?"
"That's exactly why we need good Aurors now," Tonks said firmly. "To prevent another war. To stop Dark wizards before they become the next You-Know-Who."
"You don't know what it was like during the war..." Her eyes were a little red as if she remembered something horrifying, her fingers unconsciously tracing the embroidered family crest on her sleeve before pulling away as if burned. "Aurors much stronger than you fell, they all fall in the end; it doesn't matter how strong you are; you will run out of luck sooner or later. Those using the dark arts are not people you can compromise with, they are nothing but-" She stopped abruptly, her jaw tightening as if wrestling with memories she'd rather forget.
"The worst of them are in Azkaban," Ted interjected quietly, and Harry noticed Andromeda flinch slightly.
"But not all of them," Tonks pressed on. "Mum, Dad, I've thought this through. My metamorphmagus abilities give me an advantage that could save lives - both mine and others. Mad-Eye Moody himself says-"
"Alastor Moody?" Andromeda's voice rose slightly. "That paranoid-"
"Is the best Auror in Britain," Tonks cut in. "And he's offered to mentor me personally. Do you know how rare that is?"
"He's offered because he wants to use your abilities-"
"Yes, to help people!" Tonks stood up, her hair flickering red before settling back to pink through sheer determination. "I'm not doing this on a whim. I'm not doing it for adventure or glory. I'm doing it because I can make a difference."
Harry watched Tonks stand her ground, pride swelling in his chest. This was a side of Tonks he rarely saw.
"There are safer ways to make a difference," Andromeda argued.
"Safer, yes," Tonks acknowledged. "But not better suited to my skills. Mum, I can change my appearance at will. I can infiltrate places others can't. I could prevent crimes before they happen, protect people who can't protect themselves."
Ted squeezed his wife's hand. "She makes some good points, Dromeda."
"I know she does," Andromeda sighed, some of the fight leaving her. "That's what terrifies me."
"I'm not asking you not to worry," Tonks said softly. "I'm just asking you to support me. To trust that you and Dad raised someone capable of making this choice."
Harry held his breath, watching Andromeda's face. He saw the moment her resistance crumbled, replaced by a mixture of pride and fear that only a parent could fully understand.
"You'll take every precaution?" she asked finally.
"Every single one," Tonks promised. "I'll even let Mad-Eye teach me his paranoid scanning spells."
"And you'll write regularly?"
"So often you'll get sick of my letters."
Andromeda stood up and pulled her daughter into a fierce hug. "I will never get sick of your letters, Nymphadora. Never." Her voice caught slightly.
"Don't call me Nymphadora," Tonks mumbled into her mother's shoulder, but her voice was thick with emotion. Her hair shifted unconsciously to match her mother's brown waves, something it hadn't done since she was a little girl seeking comfort after nightmares.
Ted joined the hug. Harry smiled, scratching Itisa behind the ears. This was what family looked like.
"Come Harry, you are part of this family, even if you have to suffer Nymphadora." Andromeda told Harry, earning a watery 'Hey' from Tonks as Harry joined the hug. His glasses fogged up slightly as he pressed close to them, and for a moment he could almost imagine his own mother's arms around him, could almost hear his father's laugh echoing in Ted's gentle chuckle.
He knew he would never meet his father and mother, but if anyone would ask him what family was like?
This was family to him.
"Well," Ted said finally, his own eyes suspiciously bright as they all pulled away, "I suppose we should celebrate. It's not every day our daughter announces she's following in Mad-Eye Moody's footsteps. Though please try to keep both your eyes, dear."
The tension broke as Tonks laughed. "No promises, Dad. But I'll do my best."
Harry caught Tonks's eye and gave her a subtle thumbs up. She winked back, her hair cycling through happy colors as Andromeda began fussing about making a special dinner.
Some battles, Harry reflected, were won not with wands or talismans but with courage. And his best friend, Nymphadora Tonks, had just won hers beautifully.
Three Days Later
Harry stood in the main room, watching as his magically expanded bag somehow swallowed his entire telescope without so much as a bulge.
"Now remember," Andromeda was saying, folding another set of robes, "just because you're in France doesn't mean you can forget your manners. The French magical community is very particular about proper etiquette."
"And don't forget to write," Ted added, handing Harry an extra inkwell. "Especially if you discover any new magical creatures. Though maybe leave out the more dangerous details when writing to Andromeda."
"I heard that, Ted Tonks."
"And don't forget to bring chaos to France," Tonks chimed in cheerfully from the couch. "It's practically a family tradition at this point."
Itisa, curled up next to Tonks, made a noise of enthusiastic agreement. From her perch by the window, Hedwig hooted what was clearly a vote for mayhem as well.
"Now remember," Andromeda fussed, adding yet another healing potion, "if you feel even slightly ill-"
"Take the blue potion, then the red one, but never the green one unless I'm bleeding, and absolutely no mixing them," Harry recited. "And if I see anything dangerous-"
"Run away?" Ted suggested, hopefully.
"Document it thoroughly first, then run away," Newt corrected from where he stood examining one of Ted's experimental charms with fascination. Despite his advanced age, his eyes sparkled with the same enthusiasm Harry had seen in photos from the magizoologist's youth.
"Somehow that's not as reassuring as you think it is, Mr. Scamander," Andromeda said dryly.
"Oh, please call me Newt. And don't worry - I haven't had any accidents with my assistant in at least three decades, nothing a lot of healing spells couldn't fix."
"Accident?" Ted squeaked.
"He's joking, Dad," Tonks laughed, her hair cycling through amused shades of pink. "Probably."
Itisa, sprawled regally on the sofa, made a sound suspiciously like a snicker. Hedwig, perched nearby, hooted in what was clearly agreement with whatever mischief was being planned.
"You two are supposed to be the responsible ones," Harry told his pets. Both animals managed to look simultaneously innocent and smug, a combination Harry was sure they'd practiced.
"Are you certain about taking both of them?" Andromeda asked Newt. "It seems like a lot to manage..."
"Oh, absolutely," Newt beamed. "I have a specially modified bag for magical creatures. Quite spacious, with different habitats and everything. Though," he added with a knowing twinkle in his eye, "I suspect our feline friend won't need much accommodation."
Itisa's tail twitched, but she maintained her perfectly innocent house-cat facade.
"Now remember what I taught you about France," Tonks grinned wickedly. "Especially about the Veela colonies near the coast."
"The what?" Harry blinked.
"Oh, you know," Tonks's grin widened, "beautiful, magical beings who can entrance any man with just a look. Very dangerous. Very alluring."
"Ah," Harry nodded sagely. "So basically what happens when I walk into the Great Hall, then?"
Tonks snorted and smacked his arm while Ted tried to hide his laugh behind a cough.
"That was terrible," she informed him.
"You're just jealous of my natural charm," Harry retorted. "Besides, I'm pretty sure between Itisa and Hedwig, any Veela who tries anything would find themselves dealing with very protective, very jealous magical creatures."
Both animals made sounds of emphatic agreement.
A knock at the door interrupted their banter. As Ted and Andromeda went to answer it, Tonks leaned closer to Harry.
"Seriously though, be careful out there, little brother. And write to me about everything - especially if you find anything good to tease you about."
"When don't I find something worth teasing about?" Harry grinned. "Remember the incident with the Moon Dragons?"
"You mean when they told you Itisa was dangerous and you said 'Have you met me?' Yes, that was a proud moment."
"I maintain it was a valid point."
"Speaking of valid points," Andromeda had returned, carrying what appeared to be yet another bag of supplies, "I've packed some extra socks-"
"Mum," Tonks interrupted, "he's going to France, not the Arctic Circle."
"You can never have too many socks," Newt said seriously. "Especially when dealing with aquatic creatures. Wet socks are terribly uncomfortable."
"See?" Andromeda said triumphantly. "Mr. Scam- Newt agrees with me."
"That's because he's as mad as you are," Ted muttered fondly.
"Mad?" Newt looked offended. "I prefer to think of it as appropriately prepared for inappropriate situations."
Harry snorted. "I'm stealing that line."
"Feel free," Newt smiled. "I stole it from my wife years ago. Now, shall we do one final check of our supplies?"
The next few minutes were a whirlwind of last-minute additions to Harry's bag ("Another healing potion, Mum? Really?"), final instructions ("If anything tries to eat you-" "Document it first, yes, I know."), and increasingly creative threats from Tonks about what she'd do if he didn't write regularly.
"And remember," Ted added, "no adopting any more dangerous creatures."
Itisa made a sound of protest.
"Present company excepted, of course," Ted amended quickly.
"Don't worry," Harry assured them. "I'm sure any creatures we encounter will be perfectly safe and normal."
"You do remember who you're traveling with, right?" Tonks asked.
"And who you are?" Ted added.
"And what's currently pretending to be a housecat on our sofa?" Andromeda finished.
"Like I said," Harry grinned, "perfectly normal."
Newt checked his pocket watch. "We should be going - our portkey activates in twenty minutes, and we need to get to the designated spot."
A flurry of hugs followed, along with more last-minute advice and warnings. Hedwig flew to Harry's shoulder while Itisa stretched lazily before padding over to his side.
"Ready for an adventure?" Harry asked his companions.
Hedwig hooted imperiously, clearly saying 'As long as there's proper food.'
"Right then," Newt beamed, looking for all the world like an excited schoolboy despite his age. "Off we go to find some sea monsters!"
"That's not helping their anxiety, you know," Harry stage-whispered, nodding toward the Tonks family.
"Oh, don't worry," Newt said cheerfully. "Sea monsters are perfectly safe if you know how to handle them. It's the small creatures you have to watch out for - they're usually the most creative about trying to kill you."
"Still not helping," Harry laughed as Andromeda made a strangled sound.
With final waves and promises to write (and survive), Harry followed Newt out the door, Itisa and Hedwig at his side. As they walked down the hill, he could have sworn he heard Ted say, "Well, at least he's with an expert."
Followed by Tonks's reply: "Yeah, an expert in finding trouble. They'll get along brilliantly."
Harry grinned. This was going to be an interesting summer.
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