"I swear on Merlin and my unspoken first name, if this is some sort of prank, Harry James Potter, I'll put my wand SO far up your—"
"It's no prank," Harry said, bringing a premature end to Tonks's tirade. "I'm serious. And I'm going to prove it to you."
The witch and wizard were dressed again. They had swapped 'Tahiti' for the wonderful outdoors. To be specific, the two of them were standing in the neglected pasture of a sheep farmer east of London. Harry teleported them here in order to prove his point. Tonks looked around at their surroundings, perhaps searching for the camera that was trained on her to catch her reaction to this 'prank'.
"Prove it to me, huh?" Tonks said. "And how do you plan to do that?"
"I thought we would take a little flight," Harry said.
"A flight?" Tonks yelped. "No sir! I've seen the way you handle a broomstick—"
"Broomstick? Who mentioned one of those?" Harry asked, sounding utterly baffled.
Wings sprouted from his back.
They were black and leathery. The span of them was impressive, reaching a similar length to what you'd see on a hippogriff. This was the first time Harry had brought them out. He was a little bit surprised about how low they were on his body; instead of coming out of his shoulder blades, the wings were connected to him via his lower back.
"Interesting." Harry gave his wings a few experimental flaps, finding himself immensely pleased with the power they contained. "These are even better than I expected!"
"W-Wings!" Tonks pointed.
"Yes, Tonks. Wings. Devils have them. It's like I told you at the ministry: I'm really a devil now," Harry explained patiently.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her in, almost like he was going to kiss her. His wings tensed once she was snug in his arms. As Harry prepared to take flight, Tonks finally noticed the way that he'd been talking.
"Hold on a second… You've used these before, right?" Tonks asked. "right?"
"Nope! First time!" Harry said happily.
Tonks started to push him. "Then let go of me and do it on your own!"
Harry beat his wings. "Too late!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Harry noticed, idly, that Tonks's scream when she feared for her life was slightly quieter than the ones while he was fucking her. It was interesting to gauge her priorities.
He abandoned these thoughts as he realized they were on a collision course with a tree. Liftoff hadn't taken them very high, and they were bearing down on an alder tree. Tonks tucked her face against Harry's chest, refusing to look.
"I think I go like this…" Harry said.
He beat his wings a couple of times and lifted himself (and his passenger) to a safer elevation. Harry whooped. Tonks peeked long enough to see that they'd survived, but accidentally looked down to see they were higher up than a goalpost in the professional quidditch league. After that, she held Harry tighter.
"You don't have to worry. I won't drop you," he assured her.
"Unless you end up going down with me…" Tonks mumbled.
Her worry was unfounded. Harry had a sixth sense for how to use his new appendages, which quickly allowed him to navigate like a pro. Soon, he was able to race birds and wave to a passing aircraft (luckily, they didn't see him). Tonks even relaxed a little bit. Once or twice, she turned her neck to look around them. The sun was beginning to go down, meaning the sky was bright orange on the horizon. Since they were above the lowest layer of clouds, it looked like a golden carpet.
He was still busy enjoying himself when he sensed danger. A beam of light was coming toward him that had nothing to do with the sun on the horizon. In fact, this spear was in the shape of a spear.
Harry abruptly stopped, meaning the light spear missed him. As soon as he stopped, he found himself surrounded by five flying people. Four of them were male, one of them was a woman, and all of them had wings.
Unlike Harry's wings, these wings were black and feathery. They looked soft. He probably wouldn't be allowed to touch them even if he asked, because all of the newcomers were aiming spears of light in the direction of him and Tonks.
Something else of note: they didn't just have two wings like Harry did. Three of the men had two pairs of wings each, while the woman and the other man had three pairs of wings.
"You dare try to ambush us, devil?" spat the man with three wings. His voice made Tonks uncover her eyes, which led to her squawking in alarm.
"I think there's been a misunderstanding. I was just going for a flight," Harry said. "I wanted to use my wings for the first time. I'm sorry if I went somewhere I'm not supposed to; I'm not used to these things."
"You lie," said the man who'd spoken before. "You can't be a recently reincarnated devil. "You contain far too much power."
Interesting, Harry thought. These people, who based on the wings he expected were some kind of angle, could sense at least part of his power. That was something devils had struggled with.
"You can sense my magic?" Harry asked.
"I don't need to. It's how you carry yourself," the man said. "You're too calm. You haven't yet begged, or even threatened us in desperation. A fresh devil would have tried—in vain—to use his master's name."
Tonks chose that moment (perhaps the wrong one) to whisper to Harry a bit too loudly: "Are they birds?"
Although it was the wrong thing, Harry wasn't able to stifle his laugh. Tonks, being a half blood raised among wizards, was unfamiliar with a creature like an angel. She saw feathers, so she associated them with birds. Sadly, the angels didn't see the humor in it.
They attacked, hurling spears at Harry, who made a shield around himself and Tonks. The attacks were useless, breaking without leaving a crack. He pondered the correct course of action. Bring things to the ground, maybe? He was at a disadvantage in the air, still not having a grasp of the fining points of flying, while these were creatures born to fly.
Harry made his mind up. He would blast them to the ground, then apparate. That seemed like the safest approach. He spun his wand. Despite her fear, she saw that Tonks had pulled hers too, twisting to be ready to cast.
Harry had a spell on the tip of his tongue when someone said: "Do not throw a single additional spear at him, if you value your lives."
The tone was cautionary, rather than coming off as a threat. Behind the other angels, a new one appeared.
She had a full four pairs of wings, twice as many as some of her subordinates. Harry could tell she was in charge just because of how she was talking. She had light purple hair and bright orange eyes. Really, though, there was one thing that REALLY stood out.
"Merlin," Tonks whispered, saying what was on Harry's mind. "I can't even imagine the back problems that those cause!"
The woman's breasts were ginormous. Titanic. Genuinely atomic level honkers. She wasn't even muscular, either, although Harry knew her physical strength must have far exceeded that of a human. The woman giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Thank you," she said. "You're not the first human to appreciate them. My name is Benemune, you see, an angel who fell from the embrace of a human man. Oh, he was so forceful with these!"
There was no doubt over what she was referring to, because Benemune wrapped her arms over her chest, digging her arms into her tits while wiggling side to side, a dirty blush on her cheeks.
"He was hardly that last, either. Such good lovers, you humans are. Something those sticks in the mud would never know," she said, looking smugly upward, presumably toward Heaven.
"Miss, this devil was flying directly into our route. It's likely that he's here to assassinate you!" said the three-winged male fallen angel (for that's what Harry was now certain these were).
"Please, Sytry, be reasonable about this," Benemune said. "If he wanted to kill me, I'd be dead!"
Her servants were briefly stunned.
"We'd protect you!" one of the ones with four wings exclaimed.
"I know that you'd try very hard. Thank you for that!" Benemune said cheerfully. "However, he'd kill you. Then he'd kill me!"
Tonks was frowning because of how casually this woman was talking. Harry had to ask, "How do you have so much confidence in my abilities?"
"It's simple," Benemune said. "There's two things!"
She raised two fingers.
"First, I saw your eyes. You never panicked and you had a plan, even though you didn't want to fight. You always believed you could win without any doubt," Benemumbe explained.
"I could just be ignorant," Harry suggested.
"True! Although even you don't believe that…" Benemune giggled. "Really, it's the second thing that convinced me! You feel like death."
Her servants flinched. Her down had dropped, sounding less cheerful at the end.
"Like death?" Harry asked.
"My death. The death of my friends and guards. The death of any allies we called to fight you," Benemune said. "You scare me in the same way that the Grigori's leaders do. Frankly, it turns me on."
"Pardon?" Harry exclaimed.
Benemune giggled. She flapped her wings, starting to fly past, and Harry watched those unbelievable breasts bounce every time her wings moved.
"Death and love are always linked," she said, "and I love nothing more than the second one. Have you ever fucked a former enemy? There's really nothing like the vigor that comes out on those occasions."
Harry recalled a night after a ministry gala, where he took Pansy Parkinson of all people out to the garden, and Fleur masturbated while watching him obliterate her. Pansy had so much cum leaking from every orifice that it took ten cleaning charms to get her into a presentable state.
"There might be something to that," Harry mumbled.
Tonks's head whipped toward him, no doubt wondering who he was picturing. Benemune just giggled.
"I've never had a devil in my bed before. After so many centuries, I'm always on the lookout for new experiences." She sighed. "Sadly, I'm on my way to an important meeting, so it will have to wait. What's your name, Mr. Deadly Devil?"
"Harry," Harry said. "Harry Potter, servant of House Gremory."
The Gremory name made the other fallen angels shift, however Benemune hardly batted an eye.
"If you're ever in Grigori territory, look up Benemune. I should be quite easy to find. I'm actually quite important!" Benemune laughed, apparently finding that idea hilarious. "I hope I see you soon, Harry of House Gremory."
Benemune accelerated off into the sky. When she first moved, the wind that was created whipped up her dress, flashing Harry and Tonks. She was only wearing a thong, and it was just as skimpy as you'd expect from an immortal seductress.
Her guards flew after her, most of them glaring at Harry. He got the feeling they were so devoted to Benemune on account of harboring crushes toward the stunning fallen angel. Even the female guard had given Benemune's sinful body very coveting looks.
"What the fuck just happened?" Tonks said.
"I got hit on by a fallen angel who's been alive for centuries," Harry said.
"Do you even hear the sentence you just spoke?" Tonks asked.
Harry winced. "Yeah. I'm still adjusting to this too."
Fifteen minutes later, he'd taken Tonks to the crest of the tallest hill in the region. They were looking at the same sunset as before. The view wasn't as good from the ground, but Tonks could enjoy it far more without worrying about plummeting to the ground, plus there were no fallen angels to run into here.
"So you gave up your humanity and chose to become a devil," Tonks said. "How'd that happen?"
Harry answered honestly. "Fleur summoned two female devils with an old veela ritual and had me fuck them, trying to tire me out."
"You know what… That sounds like her," Tonks admitted. "What… What's it like?"
"Being a devil? Not so different, so far," Harry admitted. "I don't age now, apparently. It was supposed to boost my power but I haven't noticed much on that front, honestly. Flying is a lot of fun."
"Did it hurt?" Tonks asked.
Harry smiled. She sounded curious.
"Not at all. It was as smooth as can be," Harry said. "A whole new world has opened up for me with all kinds of new things. Like those fallen angels. I never would've met someone like that before, no matter how long I lived as a regular wizard."
Tonks smirked. "Were those devils that you fucked as endowed as Benemune was?"
"Not quite," Harry said.
Tonks still looked at him in disbelief. "Not quite? You mean it was close?"
"Their tits were a little smaller," Harry confirmed. "But I think their asses are even better. Akeno's, in particular. She loves to have it slapped."
"You are SUCH a lucky man," Tonks said.
"Aren't I just?" Harry said.
She held out her hand, palm up. Still looking at the sunset, Tonks didn't look unsure.
"Give me that chess piece, or whatever name it has," she said. "Maybe I'm crazy for doing this… But it seems a lot more fun than the way my life was going. Especially if you aren't going to be in it."
Smiling, Harry drew out one of his Evil Pieces, choosing one of the pawns.
A Bishop would have increased her magic power, but Pawns had the ability to promote, temporarily taking on the characteristics of another piece when in "enemy territory". Tonks was one of the most creative aurors Harry had ever worked with in the field, always coming up with novel approaches, often using her shape changing abilities to pull them off. In her hands, more variety would be the most effective weapon.
She accepted the piece and held it against her chest the way that Harry directed. It slipped into her. Tonks stiffened for a moment…
And just like that, Nymphadora Tonks was reborn, as a devil in Harry's peerage.
Just as he was about to congratulate her, bat wings burst out of Tonks's back. That alone wasn't surprising. What was odd was when she said, "Harry, I feel a little funny…"
As he watched, her bat wings grew black fathers, transforming into a copy of those the fallen angels sported. Her wings transformed back and forth a few times, while Tonks's appearance morphed, her facial features changing. Finally, she forced herself back into her usual appearance, breathing hard.
"What was that?" Tonks gasped. "I was out of control!"
"I think," Harry said slowly, "that your magic wasn't the only thing that reincarnation boosted. You might just be the first devil Metamorphmagus."
"What does that mean I can do?" Tonks asked.
"Right now? I have no idea. But it's going to be lots of fun to figure out," Harry said.
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