She woke up the next morning with an ache in a place she'd never ached at before. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw a beautifully smiling Harry on her side. Closing her eyes, she gasped as she felt something... different. A feeling of happiness, of completion that had never been there before.

She knew, instinctively, that it was what Harry was feeling. She smiled, gasping as his dream entered her mind. They were together, in the most physical and intimate of ways. She gasped, as she realized it wasn't just a dream, it was their coupling from his perspective. She gasped, as the feeling of him entering her mind permeated her sences.

Her breathing had become ragged as she saw herself from his perspective, pleasure seen on her face as Harry grapped her pleasure spot as he entered her and broke her hymen.

An aching throb came from her spot as she felt Harry touch her again, as their essenses came one, as they came together.

Withdrawing herself from his mind, the metamorphmagus opened her eyes again to find herself lost in Harry's emerald green eyes. With a smile, Tonks looked at Harry and kissed him soundly on the lips. He smiled as he rubbed her left breast. She moaned as his hand ran over her body.

He was... content she realised, to lay there all day and touch her. She knew, instinctively that he would if they could. She too was content to lay in her lovers arms, hoping to keep him as close as possible. She felt a tingle at her mind and opened her senses to Harry. She knew it instinctively. She gasped as she felt him touching a part of herself that no one would understand.

This part was her metamorphmagus ability, she knew. She watched as he studied it, his eyes clouding over. Finally, she watched as he smiled and turned his hair to a different color, his eyes to blue, and his scar gone.

She gasped as he looked her in the eye, a smile playing on his lips. She felt his mind open, a silent invitation. She took it and silently probed him. She learned, like flashes, his life.

Years of neglect, and bordered abuse. His sorrow at killing a bird in a case of accidental magic at the age of two. His years of metamorphmagus going unattended. His fights with Voldemort, as a child, she knew what saved him. She knew of the Priori Incantatem.

She gasped as she felt his fingers run over her lower lips. Shuddering she felt him silently spread her apart, gliding into her. His thumb stroked her as he moved in and out of her. Gasping, she looked into his eyes as her mind cleared and she drifted into an orgasm.

She felt wonderful, dripping with her juices as he slid his finger in and out, rubbing the small nub of flesh that sent passion up her spine. She arched her back as she came again.

"Harry" she gasped. "Oh, Harry".

She gasped as she felt his erection pressing against the side of her ribcage. Smiling, she grouped his member, stroking him in sequence of his invasion. He gronaed as he kissed her neck, topping her. She placed the tip of his member against herself and moved her legs around his back.

Pressing silently, she urged him into her self, gasping at the sensation she felt as he filled her completely. "I love you, Nymphadora," he said silently. She smiled. "I love you to, Harry."

Later that morning, after they were washed and pampered, the two made their way, both on shaky knees, to the kitchen where a feast fit for a king, and his queen, was lain. He set her down, pulling out her chair and kissing the nape of her neck. Sitting himself on the other side of her, Harry looked into her eyes and sent his love for her over their link.

She smiled and returned the feeling. As the two made their way throughout the house, Harry showing her the room filled with Orbs, money and precious jewels, Tonks gasped and grabbed his hand.

They silently made their way through all the rooms, stopping every once in a while to share a kiss or something more.

As they finished the tour of the home, having gained access to other areas that were off limits before, they saw an owl hovering in the room.

Harry grabbed the letter from the messenger and sent it on its way. He looked to her, grasping her hand as the letter opened.

My Dearest Son, and his Betrothed, It saddens me to find that, on the most special of days, we cannot be with you. It saddens me even more, to know that, if you are reading this, then I am dead. However, life must perservere, and if you are anything like me, and I pray that you are, then you have done just that. However, I also know that you are a good child, and will take this lesson to heart. You are good, Harry James Potter, and I will never be prouder of anyone. I'm sitting here, writing this letter on your first birthday, in hopes you will never read it. However, since you are, I must make two assumptions. First, you are under the age of 17 and second, you have committed to a soul bond. First off, congratulations. I admit that I had my... reservations when I first read about this particular bond, but if your time has voldemort, a name I wish you never to fear, then use this bond to help kill him. Now, as you're betrothed to your bonded, you are a legal adult, papers I had made out for you are now in effect. Now, betrothed, I wish I could know your name, to see your face, to approve of my sons choice. But as I cannot, I have only one request, make him happy. Do not let Dumbledore, or any other force on earth, ruin his chances at a happy life. Keep him pioneered towards the light, be his anchor. We know about the prophecy, something that Harry should tell you about, if he knows. If not, go to Dumbledore, he will tell you. We will always love you son, remember to keep us in your heart and in your spirit. Never forget who we are, and always remember that life is precious, but love is even more. Never forget, Harry. Your mum, Lily.

Tonks turned to Harry as he finished reading the letter. She gasped, as she realized that, in all the time she had known Harry, she'd never asked him anything about his parents, and here was his mother writing to someone she didn't know, basically giving her permission to date him.

Tonks was... abashed but happy. She turned to Harry and kissed fully. Harry's tears, ran down his face as she felt his embarrassment. She backed up from him in confusion before she... felt his reasons.

"Harry," she giggled. "You do know it's rude to think of another woman when your kissing someone, right?"

He sadly smiled to her and drew her in for another kiss. She sighed happily.

Pulling away from her, making her groan in depression, Harry said, "Sorry about that, love."

She looked into his emerald, tear stained eyes before walking over to him and taking his mouth with hers. Harry smiled as the letter fell to the ground, disappearing in a flash of light as a lone house-elf took it.

They would be found later by an enraged Molly Weasley, under Harry's covers, naked.