Tonks and Harry spent the rest of the day exploring. Sirius popped back up a little after lunch looking properly disheveled and sporting a silly grin. Lupin was with him. Harry had to hold back a laugh when he realized the werewolf was making a concentrated effort to stay upwind.
Sirius showed them to his favorite international cuisine among the many food stalls. Harry had expected something simple, maybe a steak with a bone in it. It turned out that Sirius loved Thai food, the spicier the better. Lupin, on the other hand, wouldn't even come close to one of the stalls and constantly shot Sirius glares.
After that they split back up. Harry was happy to see Sirius so alive. He didn't know if it was the time as Rook, the wards, or a steady string of casual encounters, but his godfather looked better than he ever had the last time through.
"I need a nap." Tonks groaned as they headed back to their tents.
Harry gave her a tired smile. "That sounds wonderful. Can I join you?"
"If we're sleeping together, we're doing it in your bed." Tonks froze once she spoke.
"Nym!" Harry gasped.
"Cuddling!" She said a little too loud. "I meant cuddle."
"Auror Tonks, is there a reason you're yelling about cuddling?" A stern, yet amused female voice spoke from nearby.
The duo looked toward the source to see a statuesque red-headed woman nearby. She had an amazing body, and her large breasts were the sort that people wrote poetry about. Her outfit was well put together, classy, and still showed off just a bit of her figure. More than anything, it was the ghost of a smile that made Harry ravish her.
"Madam Bones." Tonks stiffed, snapping to attention. "I… uh…"
"Relax, Nymphadora." Amelia Bones spoke casually. "We're both off duty."
Harry noticed the brief flush of bright red that ran through Tonks' pink spikes.
"Harry Potter, I presume?" Amelia asked turning her attention to him.
The way she said his name sent a shock right to his cock. Damn hormones.
"Yes, ma'am." Harry bowed slightly.
"Amelia Bones." She replied with a nod. "My niece Susan is in your year."
"Hufflepuff." Harry replied with a smile. "Is she here?"
"Somewhere." Amelia gave him a rare warm smile.
"We haven't spoken beyond working together in Herbology. This year I want to start making friends beyond Gryffindor." Harry said. "Would you tell her I said hello when you see her?"
"Of course." Amelia replied. "She'll be sorry she missed you."
"His tent is just over there." Tonks chimed in. "The castle across from the discreet green one."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I didn't pick it."
"Sirius?" Amelia asked Tonks.
There was something the way that she said it that made Harry want to know more. Tonks not-so-subtly elbowed him before he could speak.
"Ready for that nap?" Tonks asked.
"Yes." Harry let out a heavy sigh. "It was nice to meet you Madam Bones. Please excuse us."
"It was nice to meet you as well, Mister Potter." Amelia inclined her head.
Tonks pulled him away.
"Don't flirt with my boss." She grumbled.
"I make no promises." Harry said with a sly smile.
"You're worse than Sirius." Tonks shook her head.
"Please." Harry scoffed. "Like she'd go for me."
"What about that Kestrel girl?" Tonks asked.
"Like you said, Nym. A girl." Harry shook his head. "I doubt my considerable charms would work on a woman."
"And that makes me?" Tonks stepped in front of him, blocking entry to the tent.
"My Nym." Harry wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Her pink hair went a bright shade of red. She shook her head.
"Come on, lover boy." Tonks stepped into the tent. "I wasn't kidding about that nap. Or the cuddling."
Harry followed after her. Even in his tired state he had to admit she had a nice bum. Tonks looked over her shoulder, catching him looking. Harry blushed but managed to make eye contact.
Tonks shucked off her coat once they were in the room. Harry closed the door, by the time he turned back around she had stripped down to her T-shirt. Harry's eyes traveled up her lovely legs. He could see a flash of blue of panties.
"Enjoying the view?" Tonks asked.
"Very much so." Harry let out a slow sigh.
He crossed the space between them, setting his hands on her hips. Tonks laughed and placed the flat of her palms on his chest.
"I can't sleep in pants." Tonks shook her head.
Harry took a breath. It came out shaky. "Understood."
He casually stripped down to his boxers. Tonks giggled.
"What?" Harry arced an eyebrow at her.
"Looks like she was a biter." Tonks motioned to his shoulder.
Harry walked over to the mirror. Sure enough, there was a couple of hickeys along his neck and collar bone. He trailed a finger over them.
"I didn't even notice." Harry shrugged.
"You should get rid of those if you're planning on hooking up with anyone else." Tonks slipped into the bed. "It's fine with a steady girlfriend, but not so much when you're single."
"Good point." Harry nodded.
He made sure she wasn't looking when he windlessly and silently healed them. Harry joined her in bed. He slid behind her, pulling her close, and resting his arm over her side.
"I think you're too short to be the big spoon." Tonks mumbled as they settled into each other.
"In that case, I'm your backpack not the big spoon." Harry nuzzled the back of her neck.
Tonks shuddered.
"Sleep well, Nym." Harry whispered.
"Mmhm." She replied.
Harry felt her go limp. He smiled as her breath slowed. Now, in the quiet, his mind started to roll heavier thoughts. Alyn had mentioned Snape. There wasn't a reason to keep him alive with Voldermort dead. Harry would have never named one of his kids after the bastard if he hadn't been compelled.
That had Hermione written all over it. His 'tragic backstory' was being an asshole to the girl he was obsessed with then taking it out on everyone when she didn't fall at his feel and profess her love. Harry hated to admit it, but Snape was a Potions Master and a good duelist. The slimy bastard would be a pain to deal with once Dumbledore turned his sights on Harry.
He had no doubt that Dumbledore would target him. The old man had been suspicious since last year. Once Dumbledore found out that Voldermort was dead the only person who could rival his power was Harry. As it stood, Harry couldn't publicly oppose Dumbledore just yet and he wasn't close to being able to take him on in a fight.
Harry needed to gather allies in the political arena and private sector. He also needed to focus on growing his magical power. Kicking down the door and blasting the old goat wasn't a viable plan, even if when he was stronger. Harry couldn't deny that a part of him wanted to duel Dumbledore, just to see how he stacked up to someone touted as the Second Coming of Merlin.
He shook his head gently as to not wake up Tonks. Back on to the original train of thought. Snape. There didn't seem to be a downside to killing him. He was a Death Eater, hopefully, whoever investigated it would count it with the Azkaban Massacre. Harry would just need to make it obvious that Snape had been killed because of it.
Harry chuckled darkly. After a lifetime as a Auror he was now a serial killer. He was going to need to put some thought into things if he wanted to keep the appearance up. Popping all over the world to take down Death Eaters wouldn't make sense. International travel required documentation, having them turn up dead all over the world would raise too many questions. He'd stick to the remaining locals, which meant Malfoy was safe for now.
Umbridge didn't have the dark mark. She was worse than a Death Eater. Chopping off her head was too good for her. It also wouldn't fit the theme. Serial killers really loved their themes. Not so much as to be cartoony but they all had some sort of requirements.
Tonks moaned in her sleep, pressing her wonderful ass against him. Harry smiled. These were thoughts for another time. He was on vacation.