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Chapter #8: Training with Tonks, part I.

Harry was standing in a special practice room in Grimmauld Place, which was located in the basement, but he wasn’t alone, just like he asked, the Tonks from the future was sharing the room with him, she was dressed interestingly to say the least. She was wearing boots, shorts, and a black tight blouse; her long purple hair was fixed in a ponytail, and she was smirking.

“Are you ready, Harry?” She asked with a soft smile.

Harry remained silent for a moment. This was what he wanted; there was no escape from this now. He raised his wand and nodded.

“Yes… I’m more than ready, Tonks… Please, you can attack me whenever you want!” Harry said with a decisive tone.

The older witch was amused, but she didn’t laugh or mock him. This was going to be fun. Suddenly, she raised her wand, and Harry felt sweat roll down his face as the anxiety of the upcoming attack took over. The older witch was doing slowly; she knew what she was doing.

“Well… You said please, so…” Tonks said with a smirk.

Then she made a movement with her wand, and there were many possibilities Harry was thinking of: fire, electricity, darkness, light; he was expecting any attack of that kind; however, his eyes widened when the only thing that happened was the vanishing of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

“What the—” Harry was about to say.

However, that short-lived moment of surprise was used by Tonks to move at an incredible speed, and in less than a second, she was now behind Harry, and soon, her wand was on his neck. All this happened at an incredible speed.

“What? There’s no way… But you were suddenly in your underwear!” Harry couldn’t believe it.

Tonks could only giggle.

“Yes… And that was part of the strategy I used to defeat you,” she said with a tone full of pride.

Harry could only sigh; he couldn’t believe he let his hormones take over his reason.

“You need to forget about the code of honor of duels and all that bullshit, Harry, in the real world, the criminals, the evil people… They aren’t going to wait for you to get ready, no, they’re going to attack as fast as they can to kill you before you try something against them, and they're willing to do anything in their hands to achieve that.” Tonks’ tone was serious, but she wasn’t angry.

Harry nodded, he saw where this was going, it's incredible how much he was learning with just a small lesson.

“You wouldn’t be the first nor the last wizard who dies because a witch looks pretty. I know I’m stunning, Harry, but that doesn’t mean you can distract yourself with my beauty,” she suddenly let him go.

Harry blushed a little at her words.

“Well, at least not when we’re training,” she winked at him.

“Wait… Does that mean that when we’re not training, I can do this?” He asked before he moved.

Soon, his hands were on her hips, and to say his actions took Tonks aback would be an understatement; she couldn’t help but blush as Harry caressed one of her cheeks. However, this was just a trick he was using to defeat her, and soon, his wand was on the way to being placed on her neck.

“Harry!” Tonks said, surprised.

Then she did something he didn’t expect, she got out of her trance and then jumped back, but Harry decided not to think too much about the outcome, and soon, he started to send non-damaging spells towards the metamorph who was having difficulty dodging them. Tonks was surprised; he wasn’t bad at all.

Now she was starting to regret not helping him back then when he begged for someone to teach him how to fight. He had a lot of potential, she felt like they could work well; however, Harry couldn't keep going like this because suddenly, Tonks was able to get back on her feet.

She started to send spells back to Harry, and at the same time, she was protecting herself. Harry was surprised by her quick response, but that didn’t discourage him; that's why he sent more spells, and despite the quantity, Tonks was calm and collected. She kept her mind cold as Harry ruthlessly sent disarming spells at her.

Harry was surprised by how calm and collected she was, and the fact that, despite all this, she was barely moving and using shields more than anything else shocked him. This was the power of an Auror; this is what a truly skilled fighter looks like.

Harry was so focused on the way she was fighting that he didn’t pay too much attention to a detail, he wasn’t taking care of his stamina, soon, his attacks started to decrease and the intensity too, seeing a void in Harry’s attack system, Tonks decided to take advantage and attack him back, she sent three spells and the three of them successfully landed on him.

Luckily she was just using a small light attack that felt a bit warm when it touched him, but Harry knew that in a real battle he would've died with the first one, still, he didn’t want to give up, so, he kept going even though his attacks were becoming less and less powerful, he tried to last for as long as he could, however, he reached a point in which he was too tired to keep going.

“I surrender!” He said loudly as he dropped his wand.

However, Tonks didn’t stop, and Harry’s eyes widened at her actions. She continued sending attacks until she finally had him cornered.

“Tonks, please, I’m sorry… I give up, I’ll do anything you want, I’m sorry!” Harry tried to get out of this situation.

Tonks, on the other hand, quickly realized what she was doing; her competitive spirit and the fact that she was possessed by her Auror training spirit made her become like this. Suddenly, she shook her head.

“Ah… I’m sorry, Harry, I let myself go!” Tonks helped him to get back on his feet. “I think I went too hard, I’m sorry, Harry, it’s just that… In the real world, I don’t think any criminal is going to accept your surrender,” she told him before sighing.

“Yeah, I know, you don’t have to be sorry for that, actually, I want to thank you… You were right for putting me through that, and I appreciate what you did because in this short class you gave me, I’ve learned more than with anyone else. Dumbledore never taught me anything, and we spent a lot of time together during the last year,” Harry said as he landed on the floor and sat there.

“I’m glad you’re not mad at me, and yes, Harry… I wanted to push your limits. You have lots of potential. Someone needs to shape that potential, I think if we work together, I can make an incredible warrior out of you,” Tonks declared with a big grin.

“Do you think I can make it?” He asked with a huge grin. After hearing those words, he felt like he had been healed.

Tonks could only giggle at his attitude.

“Of course I think so, in fact, I think most of the order thinks the same,” Tonks declared, and Harry nodded.

“Thank you, Tonks… I could kiss you right now after what you said,” Harry couldn’t believe it.

“Then do it…” She said with a daring expression.

Harry wanted to believe his hearing was wrong, or else he would think that Tonks was flirting with him, but that was just his imagination, right?