"I'm quitting," Harry announced.
He had just walked, unopposed, directly into the office for the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Kingsley looked at him with his jaw hanging open.
"Please…" Kingsley said. "Did I hear that wrong?"
Harry plopped into the seat across from him. He sat in a relaxed way unbefitting of an auror. Partially, it was because he always acted relaxed with his superior, based on how well he knew the man and all the times they had helped each other.
The other reason for Harry acting unbefitting of an auror was because after this, he wasn't going to be one.
"If you heard me say that I'm quitting, you heard me right," Harry said. "If you heard anything else… Then yeah, you did hear it wrong."
Kingsley groaned loudly. "I can already feel how much of a headache the press is going to be. I was thinking just recently that I'd gone too long without a migraine. So, is there a reason you're leaving the ministry?"
"Just moving on with my life," Harry said. "I plan to travel the world a little. Or a lot. I think that I've found a new challenge, I want to see where it takes me."
Surprisingly, Kingsley didn't argue against this.
"I can imagine, with the wizard that you are, auror work would have grown boring," Kingsley said. "I know you've always chased thrills. Don't deny it, it's obvious from the way you fly a broom."
"You're not upset that I'm leaving? You won't try to convince me otherwise?" Harry asked, not because he was upset, but because he hadn't expected this turn of events.
"I've never truly been able to convince you of anything," Kingsley said. "I won't deny that your popularity is a godsend to me as I do my job. But the truth is, the auror force doesn't need you. With all your achievements in the last few years, no sane dark wizards will operate out of Britain. Even if you're not working, the idea that they may run into you will keep them far away for at least a handful of years."
"Huh," Harry said. "I guess even I didn't realize how prolific I've been."
"On your last mission, you threw a castle," Kingsley said dryly. "Stories like that reach a lot of ears."
The minister grew serious, leaning over his desk while frowning. "May I ask what you're going to be doing?"
"Like I said. Traveling," Harry said. "Some new doors opened up for me in life, and I'm fascinated to see where they go."
Kingsley sighed.
"For once, you actually sound excited again," the man admitted. "I can hardly stand in the way of that. Go on, clear out your desk. And remember… You're always welcome to visit."
Harry popped up.
"You're the best, Kings," he said.
The men shared a handshake as he left. Not as minister and subordinate, but as friends.
LINE WORK
Harry was packing the last of the things from his desk into a box when Tonks caught him.
"Kingsley wasn't kidding. You're really leaving," she said.
Tonks's hair was short and pink like she usually kept it. She was a remarkably attractive woman without even having to shapeshift. Unless the appearance Harry was used to was also one that she'd picked. He'd never asked… And as far as he knew, Tonks never gave the answer out on her own.
"I guess the dynamic duo is coming to an end," Harry joked.
He and Tonks worked closely together ever since he joined the auror force. She was one of the few members that he knew well when he joined, leading her to act like a mentor for him, teaching him the basics aurors needed to know. Just because Harry was an unstoppable force with his wand didn't mean he could ignore jurisdiction, procedure, and other laws.
After he acclimated to the job, Tonks's status as the best on the force for espionage combined with Harry's "blow 'em all away" approach to create the most effective partnership around.
She'd even been invited over to the Potter residence regularly. She was one of Fleur's closest friends in Britain, which naturally led her into Harry's bed before long.
A veela and a Metamorphmagus at the same time was as good as life can get. That's all Harry could say on the matter.
"You're going to make me shed a tear," Tonks said. "I'll miss you, you overpowered bastard. I'm going to shed a tear over here!"
Harry chuckled. He and Tonks always shared an irreverent sense of humor, which was one of the reasons they got along so well. Although he felt bad saying it, he was happy things fell apart between her and Remus.
When Tonks was pining after the werewolf Marauder, her personality went through a complete change, leaving her down in the dumps and mopey most of the time. She kept chasing Remus right up until he passed away in the final battle. Tonks nearly died too, only to be narrowly saved by Harry's intervention. She'd thanked him for that profusely the first time Fleur brought her into their bed. See, she did this thing with her tongue—
Tonks snapped her fingers in front of Harry's face. "Earth to the quitter. Is your brain alright in there?"
Harry shook himself. He tapped the box full of his things with his wand, shrinking it to the size of a button before stowing it into his pocket. "Sorry. I guess I was lost in thought."
"Memories, I assume. I know that look," Tonks said.
She turned her head, scanning their surroundings. A second later, she pulled down the collar of her auror robes, which happened in conjunction with her breasts swelling to a larger size, showing Harry cleavage.
"As of fifteen minutes ago, my shift ended," Tonks said. "What do you say to giving it one more go, for old time's sake?"
Harry tilted his head. "Our spot?"
"Our spot," Tonks said, smiling.
She grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the office.
LINE BREAK
"OH FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! MMMMHHHHH!"
PLAM! PLAM! PLAM! PLAM!
Harry and Tonks were crammed into a closet that was hardly big enough for the two of them. Tonks nicknamed it Tahiti, because it was their private getaway when they needed a break.
Only by break, they meant fucking the life out of each other in a frenzy like wild animals.
"THAT'S IT HARRY! FUCK ME LIKE YOU WANT TO TEAR MY HOLE!" Tonks screamed.
It was lucky that no one in the office had noticed a subtle silencing charm woven on the closet. Otherwise, Tonks's voice would've been audible to every magical law enforcement worker in the department.
Her robes had been pulled open at the front and hoisted up above her bum, letting Harry fuck her hard from behind. However rough he got, Tonks was able to pad her ass, until eventually she'd grown it to the insane proportions that Fleur and Rias sported.
Tonks had red and raw cheeks with how Harry was ramming her. His hands were squeezing her shoulders, holding her against the wall of the closet at the same time.
"Suck my tits!" Tonks gasped.
Harry spun her in a circle. He moved slightly clumsily, since his pants were around his ankles like cuffs, but hoisted her up and pushed her against the wall just the same. As Harry kept fucking her, pounding her like he was trying to force her hips straight through the wall, Tonks thanked him by growing her tits. Suddenly, she was sporting DD Cups that could've matched the most endowed devils Harry had bedded. He motorboated Tonks's mammaries without a second thought.
"Your mouth is the beeeeest…" Tonks moaned.
She got her legs around Harry's hips like a belt. The constriction was no joke as she held Harry against her body. Both of them were getting sweaty from fucking mostly clothed, cramped inside a steamy closet with poor ventilation. The humidity that developed when they went at it was another reason Tonks picked its nickname.
Wham! Wham! Wham! Tonks's posterior hit the wall of the closet, pounding out an erotic melody. As Harry rubbed his face in her breasts she hugged her head, digging her chin into the top of his head. Tonks was gasping trying to keep up with the pleasure.
"You make me feel… LIke a virgin… Every fucking time!" she gasped. "How do you stay so good at this?"
Harry dragged his mouth out of her bosom. "Practice."
With his wisdom bestowed, Harry went straight back to biting her. Tonks let go of his head, although she kept her chin perched atop his hair. Her arms both extended as she smacked her hands into the wall, gasping like a madwoman.
"CUMMING!" Tonks exclaimed.
Her pussy grinded on the ridges of Harry's dick. Tonks generated enough discharge for it to leak out the bottom of her vagina, hitting the floor. Harry dug his hands into the bottom of her thick thighs, squeezing them while he held her up. He could feel Tonks's thighs changing size while he held them, getting fatter and then skinnier again. Her body always changed in small ways when she had a hard climax. It was a sign that her control over her ability was loosening.
"Potion?" Harry gasped.
Tonks knew what he was asking without extra context.
"No… But today is safe!" she said. "You picked a damn good day to quit, you freaking quitter!"
"That's redundant," Harry said.
"Shut up! It's hard to be witty when I'm cumming my brains out!" Tonks said. "JUST FILL ME THE FUCK UP!"
Plam! Plam! PLAM! After a more powerful thrust, Harry stopped moving to allow cum to seep up into Tonks. It was a good creampie, reaching all the right places. Tonks sighed as she felt the warmth run through her. She leaned her head down, prompting Harry to move his back, and the two initiated a kiss.
Several sloppy seconds later, Tonks pulled back.
"I really don't want to give this up," Tonks said.
She paused then. Twice, she blinked hard, while her lips twitched toward a frown. She sniffled. Finally, she was unable to hold back tears. She hugged Harry and held him, using her arms and legs.
"I really don't want to give you up," she said, this time as she really meant it: 'I don't want to say goodbye.'
Harry let her hold him. Before Tonks could cry too hard, Harry came to a decision.
He didn't deliberate much, but hey, that was his style! He did things based on feeling. And right now, he felt that this was the right thing for him to do, as simple as that.
Tonks was not just a friend of his, but one of his closest friends and most trustworthy coworkers. She and Fleur were equally close. When Harry and Fleur were married, Tonks was the only bridesmaid from England. She wasn't just a passing bedwarmer, but someone that Harry cared about. Even… someone he wouldn't mind keeping at his side, for as long as fate had in store.
"Tonks, how attached are you to being an auror?" Harry asked.
Tonks sniffled. "Not much," she said, still holding him. "It's been getting boring. If you're gone, it'll get even more dull."
"Follow up question," Harry said. "How attached are you to being human?"
This time, Tonks relinquished her hold on his body. She was so confused that her crying stopped. She looked at him like she was wondering whether he'd hit his head.
"What kind of question is that? You sound like a vampire getting ready to turn me!" she said, cracking a chuckle that still sounded a bit sad.
"Not a vampire," Harry said. "A devil."
When Tonks was silent, unable to decide if he was joking, Harry continued talking:
"Let me tell you about a place called the Underworld, and the beings that live there. They've made a system that's based on chess…"
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