Harry Tonks Novels & Stories

I turned to find Detective Calloway and a woman stood with him. “Nick, can we ask you a few questions?” I didn't want to leave her but I also didn't want her to hear any more disruption. I squeezed her hand so softly; it probably was more a stroke than a squeeze. “I won’t be far. I love you.” I brushed her cheek and kissed her forehead before I stepped out of the room. I followed them into a family room on the ward. “This is PC Alice Torres.” She held her hand out for me to shake. I shook it firmly and quickly before pulling my hand back. We took seat opposite each other in the room.

Heath already had an idea in mind, but he could only play dumb in the open. Harry smiled half-heartedly and said slowly, “Your beloved subordinate, the custodian officer with the last name Wakelam.” Heath said in embarrassment, “My subordinate is really useless, but he didn’t go against you, did he, Master Harry?” “He didn’t go against me, but he was giving orders to my wife. Don’t you think he deserves to die?” The tone of his voice rose at the end of his last sentence. He was obviously still speaking in a relaxed tone, but the murderous intent in his voice made everyone present shudder in fear.

Connery anticipated where Tony was going. “Yeah,” Tony agreed. “Shit went down at Edison’s farm.” “Harry’s there,” Meguitte reminded Connery, confident that Harry would have handled any trouble. “True,” Connery’s lips curled slightly in amusement. “They probably had a fun night - ” He broke off reading Tony’s expression. “No.” “Harry had decided to turn his werewolf,” Tony said very quietly. “They were far enough into it, that… both the werewolf and Harry were weakened - ”

He turned around to look at the speaker. “I’ve got you this time” said a familiar voice. Kane turned around, “Harry? What are you doing here” “What do you think?” He clapped his hands and a couple of peacekeepers walked out of the tree around the grove and marched in resonance, geared with the formidable railgun, camouflaged attire and black leather boots. Harry moved forward, a mousy looking human moved with him holding up a glass umbrella large enough to cover both their heads. “You are losing your grip. A dead body, a murder weapon and a eyewitness. I expect I’ll get you a lifetime.”

A man in his late forties comes out, he bows his head at Charles who's smiling from ear to ear like a kid waiting for a treat on Halloween. "Welcome Alpha Charles. I'm Tony, my lord. The man who's been speaking to you on the phone." Even his way of talking was a bit weird, like he was a robot, specially trained to take commands and deliver. He seems to be quite devout to the Blue Moon Pack. He looked at me with surprise, I thought he was going to embrace me out of excitement. Dozens of alarms go off in my head, repeatedly yelling out 'stranger danger'. "What's with the look," huh. Jasper noticed it too,I mean, he's frowning at Tony. I bet everyone noticed and there goes the pleasantness in

The still shocked Zack just sat there wide and frowned as Rodin actually injected something into him and left him weak and drowsy. “I got it. That's all...I need. " Said Harry when Rodin had caught up beside him. “Check the hole… there must be ammunition there… and that hunter man. Kill him this instant. We don't need him anymore. The longer he lived the more dangerous he was, it seemed he was an explosive expert… or a gunsmith. Do it now. " Harry's orders to Rodin and via telepathy to one of the officers manning the underground detention cell.

All clean and dry, Tony stepped out of the steamy bathroom in a pair of maroon and gold Gryffindor boxers. He was a Harry Potter fan too, ok? Piss off. As he walked out to the living room, his attention was drawn to his phone as it pinged and vibrated on the table. When he picked it up and swiped it open, he was shocked to see that it was almost nine thirty. Had he really taken over an hour in the shower? Well, it had been worth it. His neck felt infinitely more relaxed after he let the hot water pound away at it. There were three missed texts from Dillon that he quickly tapped open.

As a mogul of the underbelly of society, this was worse than death for him. William Abbott was his only hope of escaping the fate of being permanently damaged. "Inform those good-for-nothing trash bags and gather the money now!" Harry looked at Tony by the side of the bed, his gaze gleaming maliciously. "Since they've submitted to us, get them to show us their sincerity. I have to be on the list of Doctor Abbott's patients!" Tony nodded vehemently. On his previous trip to Eastman Club, other than Frank Harley, he had gotten all the other Ol' Mare bigwigs to submit to Harry.

I wouldn't do or say more than that. We walk back downstairs, Oliver draws Ainsley to him for a hug. And we go back to talking and gisting. Mom calls Kylian and me to the parlor for a few minutes of discussion. “I want to know how hard you two have been trying to protect this pack. And I’m so happy that I handed over this pack to you Arthur.” She starts. “I need you two to be careful.” She added. “What’s wrong?” Kylian asks. “I have been sensing a strange movement in this pack. A cold, unnatural presence watching the pack.”

Edwina rolled her eyes at Reina’s words. “Do you even know who that person is?” “Who gives a shit? He’s clearly not very important if I don’t know him!” Reina retorted as she angrily opened a bottle of water. Edwina replied coldly, “Sure, not ‘important’, he’s just Kingsley Shacklebolt.” Reina’s bottle of water fell to the floor with a dull thud as it spilled everywhere. “Shacklebolt? Kingsley Shacklebolt?” Reina almost lost her mind as she grabbed Edwina by the shoulders and demanded, “What’s going on? How could this be? I thought Kingsley had retired from the industry?”