A Marriage Made

They awoke the next morning to a change of scenery. The walls, once a mixture of drab black and white, were now a mixture of the finest blues and wonderful shades of green that you could ever want.

Tonks was in shock at the delegate balance, and wonderful mixture of colors, so pure and exhilarating, that she lost herself in them.

Smiling back on the last few weeks, Tonks couldn�t help but think back to the last few weeks, and the assortment of offers the newlyweds had received.

Offers from �PlayWizard�, �Wogue� and �PlayWitch� had all come to her, and an offer that made her soar. She had been offered, through no influence whatsoever, a position at the most prestigious school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world, where her husband would be a student.

She smiled, as she realized, with a thought, the things they had to do today.

Making her way to the bathroom, Tonks slowly slipped of the blue dressing down that she had worn to bed. Turning the valve to hot, she stepped into the shower, relishing in the feel of water running down her body.

She grinned as the door opened, and her husband stepped in behind her.

�Good morning, dear.� she smiled at her husband. He smiled.

�Good morning, Dora.� answering back at her. She loved the mornings. It had become ritual to take the shower together, and, she smiled to herself, other things too. She handed him the soap, and smiled as he began lathering up his hands, preparing to run them over her naked, wet body.

All too soon, he was. It began as it always did, his hands running across the length of her shoulders, massaging her. Then, up and down the length of her arms. As his hands worked cleaning her up for the day�s proceedings, she would be washing, doing her hair up to the way was normal, and reveling in the feeling encompassing her.

Down the length of her back he ran his hands, bones popping as he ran over aching joints. Her back arching in response. These were all to easily becoming daily rites, and she, to be brutally honest, was going to enjoy every minute of it.

He stopped when he reached her bum, as he always did. He turned her to where she was facing him, and begin the process anew. He again started at her shoulders, and ran down the front. When he reached her breasts, he took to either side of them and ran his hand across the circumference of the two, meeting his hands in the valley between.

Then, always grinning like a fool, she would smile as he would run his hands over the top of her breasts, rubbing along the slightly elongated nipple that stood out for attention.

Here, she would always undoubtedly creak her neck by running it around, thereby loosening what few areas he missed. They would stay like this for twenty, thirty minutes reveling in the feeling the other gave off in the early set of morning.

He would, almost always, touch her softly at first, exploring with his fingers as she kissed him heavily.

As they looked into each others eyes, soft words would be spoken that let the other know they were for them.

Finally, after the were finished, they would inevitably get out the shower. Harry would wrap her into the towel and dry her off, rubbing her down with the towel. He was sure of himself, confident when left to take care of his wife, confident in a way that, for years he lacked.

She smiled, as she remembered his touches, and his little gestures that made her know, beyond anything, that he was hers, and she was his.

Looking over to the man that had taken her heart, Tonks let a tear fall, knowing that she would have to hurt him in a large way to help him, help him in a way that his touches, and gestures, did her in the mornings. Looking at Harry, she sighed in resolution and looked at him in the face, and silently whispered his name.

Conversation around the table stopped for a second as Harry looked at his wife for the briefest of moments. She stood up and, telling everyone they would be back later, led him into another room. As soon as the door closed, Harry�s resolve went out the door and he sat down, as if awaiting some harsh punishment.

She sighed and walked over to sit at his side. Looking at the date on the wall, she smiled as she saw that in two weeks, he would be sixteen, and would, therefore, come into his magical inheritance.

Shaking her head of those thoughts and returning them to the present, she pulled the last page of Sirius� Will and said, �We need to take care of this, Harry.�

He gulped, and made to shake his head no. Before he could object, though, she grabbed his head between her hands and looked at him straight in the eyes.

�This is something you need to do, Harry. If not for yourself, then for the family. If not for you, or me, then do it for everyone that means anything to you.�

As the first tear fell, she moved closer to him. Wrapping his head in her arms, she pulled Harry towards her.

�Why though?� he asked through the sobs. She sighed. �Why do we have to do this now? Why can�t we wait until later?�

She sighed, something she was coming accustomed too, and whispered back, �It�s something you need to do. We� we need to get all of this out of the way, Harry. We have a Dark Lord to fight, you�ve got school, and we�ve, together, got to start thinking about whether or not we want to start a family.

We need this now, so we won�t have to come back after everything is said and done, and go through all this then.�

He cried, a pain that had been welling up for nearly fifteen years releasing itself as he did so. She pulled him to her again as he sniffled.

�Why, why do we have to do all of this now? Why is all of this happening now? WHY! WHY, WHEN EVERYTHING IS GOING RIGHT! WHY DO I HAVE TO�. Why?�. Why?�

Her heart broke just a bit more as he fell to his knees, and placed his head in his hand. His tears falling to a torrent, and a silent tune.

For a while, he stayed silent, and unmoving. He had years of anguish and hate to work through. Tonks� heart broke as she heard her husbands� wracked sobs, and hated herself for just a second for causing it. As his sobs became sniffles, she sensed him calm down a tiny bit, and lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers.

She kissed him, and smiled, thanking him for sharing himself, and not trying to hold it all in. She smiled, �I�ve seen people, bigger than you Harry, and smaller too, who are too afraid to cry in front of a woman. They think it macho to not cry, Harry.

It is better if you cry, and let it be done, then it�ll seem easier.�

He nodded and walked over to his wife, hugging her, and sighing.

�It will take me time, Dora? Can you� explain why we need to do this? If� if I understand why we need to do this, it may make more sense.�

She sighed. Locking eyes with her husband, Tonks opened the page authorizing the release of Will. �It's simple, Harry. Your parents loved you in a way that no one else can understand. Your mother, as powerful as she was, placed a charm on you, that when activated, forced the Killing Curse to rebound onto the caster. The fact that your mother died in this doesn't make her a bad mother, or you a bad son. It makes you both human.

I doubt anyone has told you what your mother did before she was killed, Harry. But, as an employee of the Ministry of Magic, it's my duty to inform you that Lily Potter was one of the finest charm-builders in the world. She could do things with a wand that make most people ashamed when they fail to cast the Wingardium Leviosa.

Your father, of course, was an Auror, and trained under Mad-Eye Moody. He was, and remains, one of the best aurors in history, owing to the fact that your father faced, and nearly defeated Lord Voldemort twice.

They made so much money, that they never touched the family account. As tradition dictated, they believed it was their duty to care for their son, and that's what they believed. The work ethic your parents showed, Harry, was immense. They believed, more than anything, that you would be taken care of in the event of their deaths.

The money in the vault, including their personal accounts, is yours for the taking. Your mum, and dad, both want you to be happy, and that means you need to open your family vault.

Also, it makes it easier for us to be secure in the knowledge that when... when I get pregnant, we won't have to suffer any hardships. You will be able to quit your job at any time, and still provide for when I need to stay at home with the baby.

So, I need you to do this, Harry, if not for your piece of mind, but for mine... please?�

Harry nodded. She smiled and kissed him. �Good, this paper acts like a two way, one time use portkey. It will take us there, and when we are finished back to where we began. Are you ready?�

Harry snorted, as if to ask, �would you be� and shook his head before grasping the device. She smirked as they both felt a lurch at their navels.

They appeared in an immaculate office, consisting of many paraphernalia from times long past. Ball-in-chains, among other devices that were used in the maiming of the human body were adorning the walls of the fabled, age old bank. The desk situated perfectly in the center of the room, mahogany and maple blend, was massive. The chair, facing away from them even more so. Harry, to be honest, was totally stunned at the look of the immaculate room. Tonks, he noticed, was no less.

�Hello Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter, how are the both of you today? Never mind, don't answer that. The very reason alone that brings you here proves that you are not alright, Mr. Potter. I take it you want your parents will unsealed now?�

Tonks nodded. �Yes Vladimir, we want to unseal the official will of Lily and James Potter, if you please?�

Vladimir sighed and turned his chair around, bending over his desk. Pressing a button on the tabletop, Vladimir whispered something in gobbledygook. A flash of light later, and Vladimir handed the will to Tonks. �This will can only be opened by the both of you. It has a spell on it to only open for the Heir of Potter, and the Spouse of the Potter Heir. Mr. Potter, I hope that this will give you some piece of mind.�

With that, Vladimir turned from the duo and, smiling to himself, walked out of the office. The man smiled, with what was in that will, the Potter-Black family merger would be one of the biggest events in the entire wizarding world.

Placing her hand on Harry's, Tonks slowly slides across the seal. They both feel a surge of magic, and as one gasp when the letter opens.

Three parchments come out of the envelope. Pulling them out, Tonks smiles as she realizes that there is a will, a letter from James, and another from Lily.

Looking at Harry softly, she opens the will, and sets it on the table. Grabbing his wrist, Tonks looks in Harry's eyes. �Whatever this will says, Harry, don't let it rule your life. Live, Harry, and live as you want too.�

He nods.

Last Will and Testament for Lily and James Potter

This Will and Testament, written on 1 June 1981, contains the final wishes of Lily, and James Potter. Both have been declared of sound mind and body, and are both aware of the circumstances that will be implemented when this will is activated.

The Potter family assets have often been sought by businesses, and those in Government, to use for personal gain. This is simply because the Potter family was one of the richest, most noble of families.

In order to successfully fulfill the passing of inheritance according to Lily and James' last wishes, the Goblins of Gringotts issue this, final order. An act, a shedding of blood, from both husband and wife Potter, will be needed in order to successfully obtain the inheritances.

The Last Will of James Potter, as follows, shows the disbursement of funds from the Potter line.

All debts outstanding are to be paid before any inheritance is issued. This can come from direct inheritance.

After all debts are paid, all incoming debts are to be collected after the disbursement of funds into the account of Harry James Potter.

The following properties are to be issued as follows.

To Harry James Potter, the honor and privilege of carrying the Potter lineage with all gifts and titles thereof.

All properties, unless specified below, are to be left to Harry James Potter.

All businesses, unless specified below, are to be left to Harry James Potter.

To Harry James Potter, the entire fortune of the Potter family is to be passed along to Harry Potter on his seventeenth birthday, unless he is emancipated and declared fit of mind.

To Sirius Orion Black, we leave one house in Leeds, twenty percent of our assets in Zonko's Joke Shop, Madam Puddlefoot's, and Eyelops Owl Emporium. You deserve it Padfoot.

To Remus John Lupin, the Potter Family Vacation House on the Southern Beach of Land's End, twenty percent of Zonko's, fifteen percent in the Apothecary of Diagon Alley, and ten percent of my assets in Flourish and Blotts.

Gringotts will leave a list, at your pleasure, of your assets, and condense them into an easy to read layout.

Harry was shocked. Tonks, even more so. She was sure, that according to the will, Harry had inherited more from Sirius than ever imagined.

She giggled at the thought. Picking up the letter on the table, she apparated the two of them back to the house.

Reading the letters was a private affair, so she simply waited till Harry was finished. He looked up, tears raging down his face, as the words from father and mother poured into his very soul.

When the letter arrived from Gringotts, she was both anticipatory and, unwittingly nervous to find that he was as nervous as she.

She breath slowly, shallowly, as Harry slit the envelope.

Inside, she gasped. The paper had to be wrong. There was no possible way!

The Potter-Black Merger

Details of this merger are being kept strictly in 'need to know' circles, which include a total of three people, Harry Potter, Nymphadora Tonks-Potter and Vladimir.

Total Net Worth on Hand:

Potter Family Businesses Nimbus Broom Corporation Diagon Alley Apothecary Zonko's Joke Shop Madam Puddlefoot's Eyelop's Owl Emporium Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Hogwarts Board of Governors Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Total Worth Per Eight Hour Day
Percent Owned 50% 25% 30% 30% 36% 33% 06% 25%
Price Per Share in Galleons 22.5 1.6 1.4 2.5 14.75 1.7 19.6 152
Total Worth Per Hour in Galleons 1125 40 42 75 531 56 117 3800 48313
Family Homes Ancestral Home Summer Home Main Home Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter Beach House Travel House Total Value
Location Cornwall, England Glencoe, Scotland Little Whinging, Surrey Godric's Hollow, Scotland Cornwall United States
Priced in Galleons 1,600,000 1,000,000 960,000 2,000,000 13,659,046 150,000 19,369,046 15,019,417,719

Black Family Businesses Nimbus Broom Corporation Diagon Alley Apothecary Zonko's Joke Shop Madam Puddlefoot's Eyelops Owl Emporium Bolt Broom Corporation Hogwarts Board of Governors
Percent Owned 50% 75% 70% 70% 64% 75% 06%
Price Per Share in Galleons 22.5 1.6 1.4 2.5 14.75 19.6
Total Worth Per Galleons 1125 120 98 175 944 1470 117 32392
Black Family Homes Most Noble and Ancient House of Black Ancestral Home Total Black Home Value Total Worth Black Family Total Family Net Worth
Location Grimmauld Place, London Leeds
Priced in Galleons 17,000,000 2,369,046 19,369,046 10,019,401,438 25,038,819,157

�Wow.� Tonks stated, unbelievingly. She simply stared at the amount and, gulping, looked towards Harry as if she didn't, she would find it was not true.

�You can say that again, love� he smirked. She chuckled.

Voldemort sat in the middle of his Little Whinging house, the house he should have grown up in, the house of the great Gaunts. He stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, surrounded by his most loyal followers. �It has come to my attention that Harry Potter has, finally, opened his family will. I believe it would be best we begin to plan, followers, and begin to purge the wizarding world of those unworthy to perform magic.

Each of you has a job, each of you has something I deem worthy of your undivided attention. Some among you are the elite of the Wizarding World, and while I may have doubts, and fears, when it comes to certain aspects of society, I know without a shadow of a doubt that you all, in your own way, have a want and need to see the wizarding world restored to its rightful place.

Bellatrix, if she were here, would be in charge of the... questioning of prisoners. As she is not, I will delegate that task to her husband.

As the brat is no longer with us, I will delegate his task of being a sniveling weasel to you, Wormtail. The rest of you have your orders. MacNair, I want Azkaban without the usual blundering you have. It pleases me to know that the Minister believes I was an illusion that the Muggle-loving fool created.

I want more declarations of loyalty, and more people out there. By the time the Ministry decides to step in, I want a power base unlike you have ever seen.

I want, no I desire, each of you to bring me someone, worthy, to pledge their loyalty to me. It is not a request, but a demand.

Also, for those of you that have joined the winning side, there are those among us that will betray, those that spy. If I find any of you are among those spies, I will personally take care of you.

Wormtail, come here!�

Wormtail slid over to Lord Voldemort, and with a gulp said, �Y-y-yes Master?�

�I am in need of your services, Wormtail. You are to find out the contents of the Potter Will, Wormtail. As you formerly befriended the blood traitor and his mudblood wife, you should have certain knowledge of who would know the contents of that will.

Fail, Wormtail, and you will not be happy. Succeed, and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.

Oh, and Wormtail ... Crucio!�

The rat animagus fell to his knees, his back arching, as the pain of a thousand white-hot needles filled his senses.

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