Harry Potter and the Wandless Magic

Chapter Nine: An Unexpected Reunion

The rest of the week passed very quickly. Harry stayed at the Tonkses and ate more than he'd ever had when not at school. Once a day, Andromeda gave him a Potion of Nourishment and a Growth Tonic every other day to counter his years of malnourishment.

On the day before he was to return to Gringotts, Harry was reading in the library when Dora walked in and put her hands on her hips.

"That's no way to spend your summer holidays," she said. "Come on. Let's go out to get some fresh air."

Harry gave a shrug and followed her out of the house.

They walk along the streets of Muggle London, Dora pointing out things that they saw along the way. Harry had to admit that it was nice to be out in the open air and not have to worry about his relatives being angry that he wasn't doing chores. It almost felt wrong to not have any chores to do and be constantly berated while at home. Still, the feeling of being loved was becoming more familiar day by day.

"Did I lose you, Harry?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

"What were you thinking about?" she asked.

"Just how glad I am to be with you lot," he answered.

Dora beamed. "We're just as glad to have you. I know Mum's thrilled beyond belief to have someone to dote upon again. She kinda always wanted a son too but for some reason, they never could conceive again."

Harry's heart was thrilled that Andromeda thought of him like a son. "Why not?"

"Dunno. I never really asked because, well, they're my parents. If they say they couldn't, I just figured that they already tried all options."

The duo walked on in silence for several minutes before they came to a large park. Two swing sets occupied either side while a slide and merry-go-round were in the center. A line of benches were against the chain-link fence. There was only one occupant of the park, and she sat on the bench.

Hermione. Harry couldn't believe that in less than a week he had bumped into her again. Although this time, it wasn't literally.

"You know her?" Dora asked.

"That's my best friend, Hermione, from school."

"Let's say hello then."

"Wait." A mischievous glint was in Harry's eyes. "Andromeda explained that you were a Metamorphmagus."

Dora arched her eyebrow. "Go on."

"Can you change into Professor McGonagall?"

She grinned. "I'm with you. Let me step around the corner to transfigure my robes and get everything straight."

In less than a minute, out stepped the perfect copy of Professor McGonagall, pointy hat and all.

"Damn Tonks, that's brilliant."

"Mr. Potter, please mind your language."

Harry's eyes widened. "Even your voice is spot on."

"Did you expect otherwise?" Not-McGonagall said.

"I guess I'm just adjusting to it. Anyways, here's the plan." He whispered in her ear.

For a moment, her voice switched back to Dora's. "I don't know, Harry."

"Come one. It'll be fine."

With a purpose, Dora in her Not-McGonagall persona strode over to where Hermione sat reading.

"Ms. Grainger," Not-McGonagall greeted.

Hermione's eyes snapped up. "P-Professor McGonagall. What are you doing here?"