The article in the daily prophet had worked like a charm. Tonks thought as she walked her patrol through the halls of Hogwarts. Skeeter had titled it 'Blood Bath at Carrow Manor'. Tonks was portrayed as a selfless reluctant hero that put her career and life on the line by switching places with an innocent orphan and sister Metamorphmagi. Skeeter may have taken it a bit over the top, as well as enchanting creative paraphrasing to a whole new level even for her. Still, the results were astounding.

The Marauders were praised as well for tipping her off and aiding the Ministry in the setup of the Slavery Ring. They were credited for being instrumental in bringing down not only the Slavers, but eliminating a rogue Vampire Clan. Skeeter never said who it was that did it, only that one of Marauders had delivered the killing blow to the Vampire's leader, with a Moonblade. Only a precious few had the knowledge that the Moodblade was a Succubi weapon, or that the leader of the Vampire Clan was a Ancient.

She also crucified Dumbledore for letting Umbridge, a known child abuser, take a student from Hogwarts. So compelling was her argument that breakfast wasn't even over before the Howlers started to arrive. It was quite a display; too bad Lily, Harry, and Emma weren't here to see it.

Emma's friends swarmed around Tonks as soon as she walked into the Great Hall and asked a bombardment of questions. They ranged from how she was, to if she was going to come back. She gave them a note the newest Potter gave her to give to them. They quickly scurried over to the Gryffindor table to read it. A minute later they descended on her again with a group hug that about took all the wind out of her, after that every girl on the list that Greengrass gave her had approached her in-between classes with a story to tell.

By lunch Dumbledore was summoned before the Board of Governors. With him off grounds, Tonks was free to hold interviews with all the girls. She chose Moaning Myrtle's loo for obvious reasons. It turned out that the ghost herself was not terribly fond of Dumbledore. She made a mental note to have a chat at a later time and see what skeletons popped out.

The interviews were quite informative as a whole. Memories were collected and sent to Madame Bones via Tonks's House Elf. If her luck held out she would be done with her shift before Dumbledore returned. Tonks had just gotten to the boundaries when she heard the old farts booming voice summoning her to his office. The moment she walked into the Headmaster's office, she knew they weren't alone. Her Animagus heightened senses told her that ex-Auror Moody was hidden somewhere in the room.

"You summoned me Dumbledore?" Tonks asked as she tucked a lock of purple hair behind her ear, and pulled on her lobe twice. To anyone it would seem as if she was nervous. Behind Dumbledore's long white beard his lips curved upwards. He took it as such, but he was wrong. The act served two very different purposes. One to leave the impression she feared the aged Wizard. The second was to call for backup. To any member of the House of Black it was a silent call for aid. High up on the wall Phineas Black left his portrait to speak to Lord Black.

"Ah yes, sorry to have to hold you up. I'm sure you'll like nothing better that to get home to your husband. I just wanted to personally congratulate you on coming to Emma Walker's aid, and uncovering Delores's evil plot. Sadly, Umbridge had documentation that said she was the girls Magical Guardian. Sadly, my hands were bound by law on the matter." Dumbledore told her the same excuse that he had for the last four hours tried explaining to the Board of Governors. Tonks though she heard some regret in his voice, but she learned never to take his word at face value.

"Yeah, we got lucky," She said modestly. If he wanted to play this game, then she would play along. If anything else than to buy her some time until her backup arrived.

"While your humility is admirable, I don't think luck had anything to do with it Mrs. Lupin. I dare say that Ms. Weasley would agree with me on this matter. You certainly have a knack for coming to the aid of needy Witches. I am curious as to how you always seem to know just where to be?" Albus asked as if it was a mild after thought, but Tonks knew it was far from that. He was doing what the Muggles call fishing, but she had no intention of biting.

"Their called informants and their identities are none of your concern Headmaster. Or have you forgotten that I'm an Auror?" Tonks conveyed in what she thought was a very diplomatic voice. She also held a tone that said he wasn't going to get much out of her on this matter. She took note that Phineas had returned to his Portrait and tugged on his beard three times. She knew that meant she had three minutes until aid would be there. Then it was game on!

"I see," Albus said stiffly, He knew with her heritage that probing her mind would be pointless. He would have to find another way to obtain that knowledge. Dumbledore would have those names by the end of the night one way or the other. If his suspicions were correct she was connected to the Marauders in one way or another. She could possible even be one. If she was, then Mrs. Lupin would learn the price of betrayal.

If they were the ones that told her the location of where Ginny Weasley was imprisoned, then they may have even been also part of the girls rescue. He always found it hard to fathom how she could have single-handedly snuck into Lestrange Manor and rescue young Ginevra. That would furthermore suggest that the group just recently decided to step out into the light.

"I see a great future for you as an Auror. In fact I perceive you even one day taking over Madame Bones position as Director of the DMLE…with the help of the right friends that is." Dumbledore smoothly slide the last part in. So that was how he wanted to play it. She owed Lily a galleon. Fine, she was up for a good match.

"Black blood runs in my veins Headmaster. I know how to play the game. What does my supposed friend require of me?"

Bellatrix sank into her chair exhausted. It had taken all night and half way through the day to paint all the runes on James' body. She could have easily had someone help her to do it and cut her time in half. She chose against it. If she was to truly master death, then she and she alone would be claiming the glory for it. She would also be claiming the prize that was lying on the table to her left.

When the Dark Lord first commanded her to regenerate the corpse of James Potter, she took it as a challenge. Then she learned that she would have to give birth to a child of a dead man. More specifically a son. A new and rightful Lord Potter, not some Halfblooded spawn of a Mudblood whore. As his mother she would have all the power that came with the title until her son was of age to claim it. Since her Blood Traitor of a cousin had no legitimate heir to the House of Black. After his untimely demise she could claim that as well. She would reap the benefits of all the power and alliances they worked so hard to acquire.

Before that could come to pass the current Lord Potter and Black would meet the most cruel and gruesome deaths she could imagine, and her imagination was quite vivid. Then with her protectors gone Lily Potter would feel the full unbridled vengeance that Bellatrix could wreck upon her. She got a tingling sensation all over just thinking about it. First she would have the woman's reputation annihilate in the public eye and in the Wizengamot. For this part she put Pansy Parkinson to the task. The girl was ambitious, and shared her complete disregard for the limitations of conformist. Once they were through with the Mudblood, Skeeter's articles would seem like idle gossip.

When the Wizengamot saw Potter for the promiscuous harlot she truly was. Bellatrix's claims would be met with no resistance. Lestrange would take Potter's home, gold, and ultimately her wretched life. Not before Bellatrix had the pleasure of torturing the red haired tramp until she begged for death just like that damn Weasley girl did. Then she would let the new recruits had a go at her. Whatever was left she would harvest for potion ingredient. A Christmas gift for Severus, and people say she doesn't have a sense of humour.

That was of course before she had spent time with her James. He was just so easy to talk to and he never criticized or judged like her dead husband did. He didn't roll his eyes when she came up with truly brilliant idea's that crossed those boundaries of proper edict. He simply accepted her for who she sincerely was, and never commanded her to conform to his will. He would talk to her, but it was very private so she was the only one that heard him. She guessed that was because she lived outside the box that everyone imprisoned themselves in. It concreted her belief that their relationship was all the more precious. Even the Dark Lord didn't understand and accept her like James did. She would make him live again and greater than he was before. They would be together as they were always meant to be. Bellatrix would settle for nothing less.

Lestrange may be at times delusional, but she was also a realist as well. It wasn't an easy path to walk and she would be the first to tell you. She knew there was a strong chance that James could come back and still be in love with that contemptible woman. She was confident that her pure love would show him his one true path. It was her duty to break James from the chains that woman had caged him with.

She had to ask herself just how do you kill love? The answer came to her much quicker than she expected it to. To see with your own eyes the object of your desire betray you with your worst enemy. Then watch her add insult to injury by lowering herself with your supposed best friend. If James killed Sirius as a result, well that is what you call a silver lining.

She had just enough blood of the Ancient Vampire to complete the first stage of the ritual. She wanted nothing more than to pull a blanket over her and take a long overdue kip. She was prevented from doing that due to the neighing coming from the other room. At first she was furious that The Worm didn't have the stones to perform one simple task. Must she do everything? Now that she thought about it, there was an advantage to having a living Unicorn on site.

At James' current size she would have needed at least two other pregnant Unicorns amniotic fluid to finish the second stage of the ritual. A creative and highly meticulous Binding Enchantment would be required, but it would eliminate her from having to break the Twelfth Magical Law of Nature. A month in the womb of the unicorn would satisfy two requirements of his resurrection. Bellatrix looked down at the Ritual she created once more and read.

BELOVED IMORTALITY

Blood of the Ancient to revive the flesh.

Purity of the unborn to recharge the core.

Soul of a Martyr returned to the Fallen.

Life-giving nectar of the Blessed to bind it all together.

The true Lord Potter will rise again.

Draco was pulled into a classroom on his way to the Slytherin Dungeon, and thrown against the door. A hungry mouth crashed against his as a aggressive tongue invaded him. Fingernails slowly clawed their way down his chest and would have drawn blood if not for his shirt. An impatient hand unzipped his trousers and searched out its target. With a firm and experienced grip it brought his appendage to life in a matter of seconds. The classroom was dark, but he didn't need light to know that it was none other than Pansy Parkinson. It wasn't the first time they'd danced like this.

He was well versed on her appetites in regards to the needs of the flesh. She was a borderline Nymphomaniac when they were together. It wasn't a surprise that she sought him out to fulfill that need. She had certain fetishes that would have had her ostracized if other Purebloods found them out. He was accommodating and kept her secrets even after she distanced herself from him. He didn't hold it against her, for he would have done the same thing if the rolls were reversed. Not that he cared all that much to begin with, their relationship wasn't based on feeling, positioning and appearances would be more correct. Nevertheless if she wanted a proper shag, he would definitely give her a go.

She started to work her way down him with a mixture of kissing, clawing, and in some cases biting. The delicate mixture of the three always ignited the lust in him. He knew it was a weakness, but at the moment Draco couldn't gather up the resolve to care. She came to a rest on her knees in front of him, and wasted to time taking him in her mouth. It didn't take him long to remember just how good she was at this. Malfoy grunted as he leaned his head back against the door and enjoyed her brilliant attention to detail. She knew his likes and dislikes by now, or did he just become accustomed to hers? Again at this moment did it really matter? Slowly his eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room, as Pansy continued to bring him to his limit. He knew she liked to sallow it for some reason that only made sense to her, but she did prefer warning. The first time he didn't warn her and some actually shot out her nose. Yes it was slightly amusing, but her vengeful nature was not. Once was enough for him. He reached down and ran his hand through her hair as warning, but the texture wasn't right. Draco snapped his head down so see a hand full of dark red hair instead of her raven locks.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Draco gasped as he gripped a fist full of rich crimson hair and pulled back hard causing a wet popping sound as he separated from her warm mouth. He couldn't hold in his shock at seeing the face of Lily Potter smiling devilishly up at him. She stood up took a step back and gave a slow seductive turn around. She gave her bum a loud slap for good measure as she wiggled it for him. His eyes told him that Lily Potter was in front of him, but he knew without a doubt that it was Pansy Parkinson in disguise.

"I'm a naughty Professor that needs to be punished." She cooed at him and even her voice sounded like Potters. Her disguise was flawed, but if she wanted to role-play he was still up to the challenge. He backhanded her with enough force to knock her to the floor, and drawing blood from her lip.

"Don't worry Mudblood, I know just how to punish a filthy little wench like you." Draco snapped as he pulled her up by her hair and marched her across the room. He bent her over Potters own desk and threw her skirt up and over. He ripped her knickers off and shoved them in her mouth. Draco them paused to take in the curves of Lily Potters naked arse in the moonlight coming from the window. Then he brought his hand open palm down on her left cheek with enough force to leave a red hand print if only for a second.

Draco knew what he was doing was wrong. The woman had only shown him kindness and respect. She earned the same from him. Wait! Where the hell did that come from? He shook the thought from his mind. This wasn't Potter. It was Parkinson, and this was just how she liked it. His internal struggle was quickly drowned out as his heart pumped teenage hormonal lust through him. For the next half hour they played her game, and Draco couldn't deny that part of him like it. He took pleasure in the control. It was perhaps the only time in his life that he had it.

"Parkinson, care to tell me how, and why you managed to become Potter?" Draco asked in-between labored breathes. He needed to know what she was up to, and seriously doubted this was just recreational. If there was more to it then he needed to know. It was preferential to know how to play this out. The Malfoy name was shite now. Estranged or not he was still a Black. He told himself that it was to get on Lord Black's good side. The truth of the matter was the guilt filling him was as foreign to him as it was consuming. Did that bloody woman put an Enchantment on me when she healed me?

"How did you know?" Pansy asked and couldn't hide the anxiety in her voice.

"I asked you first Pansy?" Draco countered. He wasn't going to give anything away for free, and she should have known better by now.

"Fine!" She snapped in frustration. She never could fool Malfoy, plus she came after him for a reason. She just thought kinky sex would soften him up a bit. "Orders, first I was supposed to see if Snape was loyal. Then I was supposed to destroy Potters reputation. How am I doing so far?"

"Depends, did you find out if Snape was loyal?" Draco was familiar enough with Pansy to know that she like to brag. Especially when she thought she was on top. It was a weakness that he intended to exploit for as long as he could. The Compulsion Charm that he silently hit her with all but ensured it.

"The randy old wanker has it bad for her, I'll tell you that. He even has one of her brushes. What did you think I used to become her tonight?" Even charmed as she was, Pansy knew that she had let too much slip, and it showed on her face.

"Relax Parkinson, this is your Cotillion. When you claim your glory I just want credit for my contribution. Trust me; you don't want to make the same mistake I did. You need an objective opinion and eyes in the back of your head. You've seen what's going on around here. Or are you still sour at me for ransoming your wand back to you?"

"No that I respected. I would expect no less from a Slytherin. We should have not underestimated Greengrass. Lord Black made it quite clear that she was not to be touched. Crabbe and Goyle found that out the hard way."

"So you're not buying the forbidden love shite either?"

"Bitch please, I've bedded them both. I think I would know if they secretly desired to play for the Harpies. It was one thing to kill them, but to totally destroy their reputations like that. You would almost think it was a Slytherin behind it." Pansy surmised. They shouldn't have tried to rape Greengrass. Draco thought to himself. She hid it well, but he saw the signs even if they were hidden in the shadows.

Once Draco realized Crabbe's true intentions for Daphne, he sent Black an anonymous tip. He despised rapists. Draco may have done some truly horrendous things in the past, but he never crossed that line in the sand. He had thought that Crabbe and Goyle had learned their lesson, but it seemed they were as thick as some Gryffindors in that aspect. Daphne didn't deserve that, and he hated that he had given them the means to go after her.

The fact that Lord Black threatened them, and still they went after her. He was starting to wonder if they were on orders to make an example of her. Then the would-be rape just the icing on the cake. He cursed himself for being an idiot. Her mum was getting the Order of Merlin for her actions at Diagon Alley. It made perfect sense. She wasn't a Blood Traitor; she was just protecting her child according to the Daily Prophet. He needed to talk to Daphne. She has probably figured it out by now, but for his own piece of mind he had to warn her.

"Question, how did you know it was me?" Pansy asked when she saw that Draco was in deep thought. She knew he had a good mind and the obvious choice for a partner. She wasn't about to trust him, so they needed to find some equilibrium for this to work.

"One, the woman isn't a tramp, and was too much self-respect to do that with a student. Two, we've shagged more than a few times. You have distinct…craving's in that regards. Three and the most compelling is that our Charms Professor in her late thirty's, and this version looks to be in her early twenty's." Draco told her flat out, and was surprised that sounded like he respected her. She should have thrown Mudblood in there somewhere. Hopefully Parkinson didn't catch it.

"SHITE!" Pansy cursed. "Magically preserved or not it's still old hair. Of course a Polyjuice Potion would work that way. I should have known better." It was obvious that she needed Draco if she was going to pull this off. He didn't need to know that though, or he might start getting idea's. Best to make it look like she was being generous, not desperate. "Alright Draco, I'm going to let you be my Assistant, but you are on a need to know basis until I know that you won't stab me in the back to make yourself look better." Pansy told him with a suspicious eye of a Slytherin.

"Just remember to give credit where credit is due Parkinson." Malfoy agreed. He would have to play along for now. In time she would tell him everything, and then the rules would change.

"Well, first order of business will be to get more recent hair. I still have some uses for the one I have, but that can keep for now." Pansy was told about Skeeter's slander campaign against Potter all those years ago, so the photos could be from anytime. She wasn't ready to give up on her potential windfall just yet. "We're going to have to break into her office."

"Why not her room? The odd of finding hair in her personal living space is greater."

"I already tried that. It's like she doesn't even live there. Nothing is unpacked, no pictures on the walls clothes in the wardrobe, and the bathroom is immaculate." Parkinson huffed out in frustration.

"Does she have a trunk?"

"Yes, I got a shock every time I tried to open it." Pansy answered and then it hit her that Potter probably had one of those trunks that had an apartment in it. That would explain the security on the trunk and not her chamber door. "Clever Draco, and here a thought you were just a pretty face."

"I guess that leaves her office. It's probably warded. With them living on the run for all those years, it has to be second nature by now." Again Pansy was surprised by how much Draco knew about them. Draco saw the look in her eyes and added. "Know your enemy." That seemed to appease her skeptical nature.

"The first time I tried to get in her office I was knocked on my arse, but I think I've figured it out." Pansy told him as she marched over to Lily Potter's office door and grabbed the door knob. To her great relief it turned without hesitation. "I knew it! It's based on her person. In this form I can walk on in. You better hold my hand Draco if you want to get through." Pansy was bouncing on her feet. Pureblood 1: Mudblood 0. She held her hand out for Draco. He quickly took it and they went to work looking through her office.

"I have about ten minutes before this potion wears off, so be mindful of the time." Pansy warned Malfoy before starting her search. Five minutes had passed without producing anything of use. Draco was about to open her desk drawer when something caught his eye. In a picture on her shelf was his mother was sitting on a blanket playing with a black haired, green eyed boy. Across from her was Lily Potter giving his one year old self a raspberry on his tummy. His younger self was laughing like crazy, as all the colour drained from him. It was becoming a labor just to breathe. Everything he thought he knew was crashing down around him. A thousand scenarios were running through his mind all at once. One truth out shined all the dark thought in his brain. Lily Potter and his mother were friends.

"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT!" Tonks shrieked at Dumbledore, as her hair and eyes turned blood red. That alone should have been enough of an indication for the aged wizard to realize that he had taken his current train of thought too far. If that awareness had dawned on him it was either ignored or dismissed. As always the logical side of his psyche rarely if ever took in the human side of the equation to factor out a solution. For the most part he found it to be very taxing and a waste of his precious time, energy, and magic to take in the account of moral sensibilities. He came from a different era, hell he came from a different century. The values of his generation were now viewed as passé, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He himself had sacrificed much for the greater good. He had hoped that the example he set forth would have inspired others to follow, but alas this new generation lacked the proper sense of duty.

Neville would be a prime example of this new selfish, overindulgent, and highly disrespectful breed of Witch and Wizard. The boy had a part to play in the destruction of Voldemort, unfortunately, for the time being he had to cater to the whelps whims until he served his purpose. His current fancy just happened to be one Ginevra Weasley. The boy's obsession with the girl was starting to become a concern. In a few years it could possible become tragic if it continued down its current path. Fortunately, he doubted that Neville would survive the year. Before the boy performed his duty, it was imperative that he claim the Weasley girl.

Though the fake Life Debt Contract was, at the moment, worthless, Albus knew that if all parties willingly signed it the magic would be binding. Augusta may have despised the girl, but she knew that the child would secure an alliance with the Weasley Family. What they lacked in gold and political power they made up for in numbers and raw magical power. If the girl was anything like her mother, she would bear Neville many children and make the Longbottom Family very strong. Dumbledore knew the woman was already negotiating Marriage Contracts with several more suitable Pureblooded girls. He remembered her complaining how the Greengrass family flatly declined her most generous offer. Rumor had it that Lady Greengrass demanded a Magical Vow from her betrothed that none of their children would ever be forced into a Marriage Contract, before she married him.

Molly wasn't a real concern; she was too trusting of him and easily manipulated. The ill advised Howler that she sent to Potter was evidence of that. No rational thinking Witch would ever cross that proverbial line. The repercussions of such an insult to a Noble Lord would be swift and severe. Molly wasn't known for being rational when she thought her children were at risk. With a few lazy comments thrown out at the last Order meeting, he was able to incense Augusta enough to lash out verbally at Molly. She in turn acted as she had always done.

The Howler that Potter received was expected. He had hoped that a little public humiliation would make him spurn Ginny, which in turn would send her running back to Neville. What wasn't expected was the boy to laugh it off completely. Instead of driving a wedge between the two, it only served to strengthen the couple's resolve. The troublesome young Lord was currently not at Hogwarts, and was not expected 'till late Sunday. He would have to strike while he was away dealing with his House issues.

Arthur was going to be a problem. He had never taken to the idea that his daughter was indebted to Longbottom. If it wasn't for the Compulsion Charm, that he had to now reinforce yearly, the man would have investigated the matter thoroughly. It would be regrettable if he had to remove him from the equation completely, but a necessary evil to secure the troublesome girl. It would also serve to make Molly more dependent on him.

Ginevra Weasley was too powerful of a Witch to be left to her own devices, or worse Potter's. Albus had to have her under his control and as quickly as possible. The Will that he tricked Neville into signing in exchange for re-establishing the Noble House Restoration Law of 1265 guaranteed him all of Neville's property, which included all concubines and or slaves. Although Ms. Weasley was developing into a very vivacious example of the female form, the needs of the flesh had left him a good four decades ago. It was a blessing in disguise, for without it he was able to focus more of his energy into his magic. To Albus Dumbledore magic was everything. For it was Ginny Weasley's magic he wished to posses.

Through the use of Veritaserum, Albus was able to discover the girls Animagus form from Minerva. He felt remorse for using that tactic on his old friend, as well as Obliviating her. However, it was necessary to achieve his goal. Having a Tempest Jaguar under his control, would make him unstoppable. Now all he had to do was convince Mrs. Lupin the wisdom of his request.

"Nymphadora you must calm yourself and listen to reason." Dumbledore tranquilly addressed the young Metamorphmagus. It did not have the desired result that he hoped it would.

"I have repeatedly told you to not call me that!" She snarled at him. She couldn't believe the arrogance of this man. She was having such a good day until she had been summoned to his office. Well, last night was pretty good too, if you don't take in account fighting for your life against a Clan of delusional blood thirsty Vampires. The fact that Harry almost died fighting an Ancient Vampire wasn't good either, but thankfully they found the vial that he drank. Lily about went mental on Slughorn for making that potion with Harry. You can only use that academic curiosity excuse only so many times. Those two shouldn't really be left alone with a cauldron. Everyone half expected Lily to take her Hybrid form again. It was just the old codger's blind luck he had made a potion to counter it on him.

After Harry was put right, she sought out her husband for a long overdue talk. It consisted mostly of a lot of groveling and some seriously spirited sex. Damn full moon! She still wasn't walking straight, and those claw marks on her bum better not scare. Still, it was a brilliant night as a whole.

"My apologies Tonks."

"No! After what you just ordered me to do, you lost that right as well! Let's get one thing straight right now Dumbledore! I will not now or ever whore myself for you, The Order of the Phoenix, or your precious greater good! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't resign from the Order of the Phoenix right now!"

"Tonks I thought you cared for the well-being of Ms. Weasley?" Albus asked with fake concern for the girl. Is this arse actually trying to use guilt on me? Pathetic!

"I do. Explain to me how that ties into you ordering me to betray my husband and my marriage vows by seducing Harry Potter?"

"I do not require you to break your marriage vows; only to entice the young man's desires enough for Ms. Weasley to see him for the cad he is. I understand that the two of you fought back to back at Diagon Alley the other day. Battlefield Bonds are some of the strongest and lasting ones there are. Capitalizing on that shouldn't be too hard." Albus pointed out. Tonks had a feeling that he knew that she had a stronger connection to Harry than he was letting on. She would have to play this carefully. She knew like Slughorn, Dumbledore liked collecting powerful and gifted Witch and Wizards. They were like his personal living and breathing Wizards Chess Set. If she was to become invaluable to Dumbledore, he had to see her as more that a pawn. The Black Queen would be more fitting in her opinion. Before that could happen she had to not break to far from character, or he would become suspicious.

"Haven't you and Neville Longbottom caused that poor girl enough suffering in her life?" She accused him. She needed to show him her worth and let him think he's molding her from there.

"It will be far better for her in the long run I assure you." Albus lied with a sliver of regret.

"Like it was better for her in the long run to have her mind altered and being slipped Love Potions so Neville Longbottom could have a girlfriend?" Tonks taunted and reveled in the flabbergasted look in Dumbledore's eyes.

"How did you…" Albus gasped out, but was quickly cut off by Tonks.

"Not that she was the only girl in this school that had happened to. Just so Neville could sow his Chosen-Oats. Ginny was just the only one to keep her virtue. I always did wonder how she was able to manage that." She finished with a grin as his astonishment turned to alarm. If she wasn't mistaken, there was a little respect in there as well. It would seem that she has gotten his attention now.

"Her willpower is quite extraordinary. I'm not sure if it's because of Tom's Diary, or the seventh child and the first girl in seven generations thing. Both theories have value. What does give me pause is that you know all this and have kept it to yourself." Albus theorized as he pulled his own wand.

"So you admit that you have been controlling the minds and bodies of girls that go to this school for the purpose of servicing Neville Longbottom's sexual desires against their wills?" Tonks accused as her wand appeared in her hand much faster that Dumbledore expected.

"That was a rather crude assessment, but yes not that it matters much. We both know that knowledge will not be leaving my office. I only say it out loud so that I may relieve this weight on my heart. Yes dear, I still do have one of those. Do not mistakenly think that I no longer posses one, or that I have regret for the things that I have done to secure the future of the Wizarding World. Perhaps after you have suffered through the loss of people close to you, you'll understand that sometimes cruel decisions must be made for the good of all."

"Yes, yes, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, how very Spock of you. You didn't see what they did to her! At least those sick bastards were upfront and honest about what they intended to do to her. She trusted you and the wounds that were inflicted by that were so much more savage and painful that the ones the Death Eaters performed on her. I fear that she will never be able to truly trust anyone ever again. That is your Legacy Albus Dumbledore!"

"I see that we are going to have to disagree on this matter Auror Lupin. Now before I am once again forced to do what is necessary, would you please tell me how you acquired this knowledge?"

"I'm an Auror and damn good at my job. You don't have to get your knickers in a twist Dumbledore. I have no intention of going to Madam Bones with you and Longbottom's long list of crimes. I have knowledge, not proof. Even if I did have proof it would disappear long before it reached the inside of the Wizengamot. Must I remind you once again that you are talking to a daughter of the House of Black. I know how things work. One thing you should remember is although your magic is stronger than mine. My body is a hell of a lot faster than yours" Tonks warned as she got into a fighting position. Albus knew even with Alastor hidden in the room in these close quarters that a battle was ill advised. He would bide his time until an opportunity presented itself. It did, just not for him. The door to his office opened and Sirius Black walked in with his wand drawn and pointing directly where Moody was hiding.

"That brand of aftershave went out of style with my Grandfather Mad-Eye." Sirius smirked as the ex-Auror reviled himself. For a few intense seconds they waited for the battle to begin. Dumbledore was the first to set his wand on his desk. Tonks in turn slid her back into her hidden holster with a nod to the Headmaster. Moody and Sirius lowered their wands, but kept them in their hands.

"This solves nothing. The real enemy is out there," Albus said plainly.

"I think we now understand each other Headmaster. So I'll be taking my leave." Tonks stated and got a compliant nod from Dumbledore. She turned on her heels and walked out the door. She did so without fear, she knew Sirius had her back covered. Once she was out of sight Sirius backed out of the office with a smirk.

"Never threaten a member of my House again. You will not like the consequences." Lord Black stated in a deadly cold voice before he disapeared from view. With a wave of his hand the door closed and Albus sank into his chair. He had much to think about.

"So Mutt, how was your day?" Tonks asked him as they passed the Gargoyle. Sirius chuckled at her pet name for him.

"I would say a fair bit better than yours. Although Snape keeps on grinning like an idiot and it's starting to creep me out a bit. Until today I didn't even know he had teeth." Tonks had to hold her stomach she was laughing so hard. She had to admit her cousin had a valid point. Sirius joined her in the activity and felt the tension a few minutes ago fade from his mind. They laughed all the way to the Apparition Point.