Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

It had been a life long ambition of hers, ever since she'd heard of what people had done she'd wanted to do it to. She'd seen the pictures of them, one had especially caught her eye.

A girl with a crown of pink flowers in her hair, camping out in a field, protesting for what she believed in. Tonks had always admired her, you could say she was her child hood hero.

Her hair was pink in commemoration of that nameless girl she so admired.

In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air

She was looking at that picture now, she finally knew who the girl was, Lily Evans, soon to be Lily Potter.

Her gaze flickered to the boy next to her. Remus Lupin, the only one in the photo to still be alive. Turning the photo over she looked at the date, 1977, she had been 6 years old, still playing with her toys whilst they'd been trying to change the world.

She looked at another picture her mother had recently given her. It contained her, also with a flower in her hair, and her father. They'd been protesting about unicorn hunting laws and had won. The date for this picture: 1969. She hadn't even been alive.

I was born too late into a world that doesn't care

The times had changed, now barely anyone was willing to do anything that didn't benefit them. She couldn't do much if no one else would, how she longed to have been able to join the ranks of the people who'd wanted to do something.

She'd been born to late, most of the protesters were gone. Remus was still here, but he always said she was too young. Too young to protest and too young to be with him.

She glanced back at Lily enviously, she hadn't been too young to date (and marry) someone his age and she'd been able to join in the revolution.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair