Godfather and Godson

Chapter 8: Rituals

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"So is this really going to work," Harry asked as he sat in the middle of a grand magic circle with only a white piece of robe on. Today was the day after that Sirius found the ritual to remove the Horcrux from within him, and now they were getting started with it.

"I think so," Sirius said with a shrug as he was setting up magical ingredients at the required areas of the magic circle.

"Yea, I think so is not a proper answer," Harry replied.

"Okay, I am 70% sure that it will work out."

"Hey, what?" Harry shout, unable to believe this man, "You do know this is my life on the line. Not some joke."

"You should know by now Harry not to take Sirius serious " Lupin said from the other side of the magic circle, he was on the duty of drawing out the magic circle. Today he decided to take a day off from work and come help out in this momentous occasion.

"But I am not joking," Sirius uttered, "there is a 30% chance this might fail." At that point though, nobody was listening to the prankster wizard.

Here you go dear," Mrs. Tonks voiced as she stepped up to Harry with a salve in her hands. "Rub this all over your body and make sure you do not miss a spot."

"Sure," Harry answered with a nod, "but how am I going to get my back?" Harry inquired as he pointed towards his tail end that he wasn't fully able to cover.

"Yes, yes," Mrs. Tonks said with a nod, seeing his point. "Nymphadora," the older witch shouted.

"Yes, mom," Tonks called back from the corner where she was helping her mother brew potions and make ointments.

"Come here and help Harry put on this ointment," the older witch commanded.

"Why me?" Tonks complained.

"Young lady," the older witch uttered in a stern voice, "stop talking back and do as you are told!"

"Fine," the young witch grumbled out as she walked over to the center of the magic circle, making sure not to step on the chalk.

Handing the salve to the younger witch, Mrs. Tonks commanded to her daughter, "Here be of some use and help Harry get his back." With that, the older witch departed and headed back to her makeshift potion station.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you," Tonks accused as she narrowed her eyes towards him.

Unbuttoning his clasps on his back, Harry stopped at the mid way point and uttered to Tonks, "You can think whatever you want, but you need to hurry up, the ritual is about to start."

Muttering under her breath, the young witch eventually knelt behind his back and started to apply the salve. As the minutes went by, Harry took great enjoyment from the spunky's witch long, delicate hands softly suddenly stroking all over his back.

Breaking free from the pleasure he found in massage, Harry suddenly voiced, "Are you still mad at what happened yesterday?"

Pausing with her task, the young witch seemed to be collecting herself then whispered so that she couldn't be heard which was pointless since everyone was several meters away and busy with the respective task. "Yes, of course I am. That was totally uncalled for what you did yesterday," while she resumed her task.

"But aren't you the one who dared me?" Harry inquired, turning the question on her.

"What! No, I was just teasing you, I- I did not expect you to...."