Full and corrected Chapter One!!!
Disclaimer : I "borrowed" the plot from the movie While you were sleeping. But most of the things are from J.K. (lucky woman...)
Disclaimer : I "borrowed" the plot from the movie While you were sleeping. But most of the things are from J.K. (lucky woman...)
Author´s note: I had to remove the story again!! But that was the last time, I promise. Now I have a Beta, and she made wonders correcting my mistakes. Thanks Sarah!! (attack of the spacemonkey) Your stories are great!! I Loved True Colors!! So, here´s the last and final version of chapter one!!
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My Red-haired Prince Charming
My Red-haired Prince Charming
Okay, there are two things I remember about my childhood.
First, I remember being with my dad. He would get these far-off looks in his eye, and he would say, "Life doesn't always turn out the way you want it to be". I just wish I'd realized at the time that he was talking about my life. But that never stopped us from taking our adventures together.
But my favorite memories were the stories that he would tell me about my mom. He would take me to the places they used to spend time together, and I'd beg him over and over again to tell me more about their marriage ceremony. About how his brother, my crazy Uncle Russell, had fall asleep in the macaroni, and how my cousin Sirius and his friends used to drop by any available time.
I asked my dad when he knew that he truly loved my mom. And he said to me, "Dora, your mother gave me a special gift. She gave me the world."
Well, the first time I saw him, he didn't exactly give me the world. It was a pretty hard push against the floor, and he barely apologized. But I looked forward to it. He started coming to the library every other day at eight in the evening, sat at the same table near the DADA section and spent at lest one hour reading. He was just perfect. My red-haired prince Charming. Well, we've never actually spoken. But I know someday we will. I know it. And I know that someday I will find a way to introduce myself. And then that's gonna be perfect...
"Why, oh why am I doing this?" Nymphadora Tonks murmured coming back from her fantasy world. "It was just a coloured flatulence spell anyway!" she kept complaining while organizing the library's books in order under the threatening gaze of Filch.
Nymphadora Tonks, or plain Tonks as she like it best, was serving the sixth day of her two months detention doing the one thing she hated most: organizing. Professor McGonagall was unbreakable in her decision and Tonks remembered how she had suppressed her laughter at that time. Her crime was being the clumsy girl that she was, because the prank that was supposed to hit those slytherins, hit professor McGonagall instead. The whole Great Hall turned their heads at once to the professor's direction, and waited... waited... than there was the noise; the odor; and the colored fog coming from under her robes. The rotten green color and the rotten egg smell filled the place making everybody explode in laughter. Well, since that night Tonks had been stuck with study and work.
"Miss Tonks dear?" Called Madame Pince "Come and get these few more books."
"Yes, I'm coming." She Answered exhausted and stopped when she saw the piles of books waiting to be put back in place. "We definitely have different concepts of a few'" She completed discouraged as the woman smiled sympathetically.
"You're almost done dear, just finish with these and you can go back to Huffle Puff, all right?"
"Can't complain, can I?"
"Hey Ma! Can I have some money for the Hogsmead visit tomorrow?" interrupted Jerry Pince, rudely, as expected.
" Can't you see I've got some company? Say hello." said Madame Pince.
"Hello, Nymph. Nice....uh sweater." trying to make a move on her.
"Thank-you." She replied as the big, rude, fat boy left winking his eyes in her direction. She had completely forgotten that the Hogsmead trip was on the next day. Finally she would be going to the city and maybe her prince would be there and maybe he would see her and talk to her and...
"Miss Tonks, you're a nice girl. Jerry Junior's still single." interrupted the woman.
"Yeah, I wonder why." disarmed Tonks went back to behind the bookshelves, climbing up the stairs so she could reach the last shelf, but she lost balance (for a change) falling forward on the furniture making it fall upon the next one, that fell upon the next one and so on.
When no noise could be heard anymore, Nymphadora lifted her head to face a shocked librarian and a fuming McGonagall.
"Oh boy, there goes my Hogsmead weekend"
"How can one single person be responsible for such a mess?" Once more Tonks was in Minerva's office, listening to the tired voice of her professor. "I've told you a thousand times to be more careful Nymphadora! If not for you, for the others sake and welfare!"
"Please, don't call me by my name. Merlin knows I don't like"
"Well, that's not the case in hand. For this, new misfortune of yours, I'm canceling your Christmas trip to Hogsmeade..."
"NO!" Interrupted the girl, standing up. "Anything but that. Every trip something happen and I end up not going..."
"Be more careful next time." answered the professor. "And about the rest of Christmas break, you'll only have New Year's Eve..."
"BUT professor..."
"No buts Miss Tonks. I have to do this, so next time you will be more careful." She opened the door and stood aside.
"Those detentions never stopped me from being clumsy" the girl murmured.
"You're not clumsy Nympha... Tonks, just... distracted"
"I think I got more detention from being me than I got from pranking..." she said exiting the familiar office, feeling defeated.
"Hey Nymph!" Jerry's yell could be heard from every part of the school.
The girl rolled her eyes and left, walking as fast as she could in the opposite direction of the voice.
"Babe! wait! We're going to Hogsmeade together tomorrow!"
"WHAT?" She stopped dead in place and turned slowly to face the conceited boy. "What do you mean by that."
"Don't deny you're dying to go out with me and have always been."
"Whatever..." She replied and resumed her walk to wherever it led.
"I won't take no for answer babe..."
"I'm not going."
"Why?"
"Can't."
"You'll get a nice plaque with the mayor's stamp on it saying 'Jerry's girl' if you come with me!"
"I hate plaques."
"Did I mention you'll only pay half of everything? Don't worry I'll pay the other half for you, I'm a good guy you know..."
"I hate you." she finished the conversation shutting the HufflePuff door in his face.
"Come on Tonks! We're gonna be late!"
"Celeste, don't rush her, she'll trip over her feet." said Bonnie
"Guys I've told you I can't come to Hogsmead. It's my detention." Nymphadora was separating the books alphabetically on a big table with her four friends begging her to sneak out with them.
"But it's Christmas Day!" Anya threw her hands in the air.
"And everybody is going!" said Moira.
"It's not like there's many people left..." responded Tonks still reading the titles and organizing the books.
"A certain red-head is go-ing..." Moira kept persuading in a singing voice making her friend stop briefly and look at her.
"Staying here in this library for so long is not healthy!"
"Come on Nym, we're not the Weird Sisters without you."
"That was low Anya" Tonks said, as she slowly stopped her work. Her friends were smiling widely at her waiting impatiently for an answer. "I know I'm going to regret this, I just know it!"
She had great friends, she could say that. They had stayed at Hogwarts for the break just because she couldn't leave school. They became friends at the end of their first year after a Gryffindor versus Huffle Puff quidditch game. Oh yes, they all were from the lion house but Tonks. It was strange to have all your best friends in another house. It's not that she didn't like her house's folks; it's just that she hit it off better with those Gryffindor guys.
Nymphadora would wait untill everybody left to Hogsmeade in their carriages so she could sneak to the city through a hidden passage she and her friends had found two months before. She was at the empty library, where she was supposed to be, standing behind the balcony covering Madame Pince in her day-off, while organizing some titles when he came in holding a book in a hand and a broomstick in the other. Ever so calmly he approached her spot mesmerizing Tonks. She was enchanted by his was of walking, his shoulder-length red hair moving as he walked...
"Merry Christmas." He said delivering the book
"Uh-huh..." Was her answer but he had already left. "UH-HUH!' So, so many other thing to say..." She hit her head many times while saying. "...Merry Christmas to you too, nice coat, you're beautiful. I love you, will you marry me?."
Lazily she picked up the book he had just returned and held it tight to her chest staring longing at the door. She flicked through the pages of the Muggle Studies book and then she found it. The key to engage a talk with him. The door into his life. She found a forgotten letter.
Without thinking, she left the library in a rush and with velocity she never thought she had, straight to the quidditch field, where he probably was judging by the broomstick he was holding. He was there indeed, already flying around in the windy air, not a bit preoccupied.
"HEY!" Tonks screamed holding her hair in place "Mister Weasley! Down here!" That was when he turned his head to her direction as she stopped dead at the sight to come.
He lost control of his broomstick.
He headed towards the lake.
He fell into it.
"Oh! Oh, no..." She ran and jumped into the frozen water. He was floating on his stomach and she quickly turned him around. "Mister? Mister? oh it's cold! Somebody help me, please!" She saw a little cut above his eyebrow. ."Are you okay? This is not good. Are you breathing?" She asked in vain holding him close while swimming out of the water. "Oh, God, you smell good. Please wake up. Please. Can you hear me? Wake up! Somebody help me please...
First, I remember being with my dad. He would get these far-off looks in his eye, and he would say, "Life doesn't always turn out the way you want it to be". I just wish I'd realized at the time that he was talking about my life. But that never stopped us from taking our adventures together.
But my favorite memories were the stories that he would tell me about my mom. He would take me to the places they used to spend time together, and I'd beg him over and over again to tell me more about their marriage ceremony. About how his brother, my crazy Uncle Russell, had fall asleep in the macaroni, and how my cousin Sirius and his friends used to drop by any available time.
I asked my dad when he knew that he truly loved my mom. And he said to me, "Dora, your mother gave me a special gift. She gave me the world."
Well, the first time I saw him, he didn't exactly give me the world. It was a pretty hard push against the floor, and he barely apologized. But I looked forward to it. He started coming to the library every other day at eight in the evening, sat at the same table near the DADA section and spent at lest one hour reading. He was just perfect. My red-haired prince Charming. Well, we've never actually spoken. But I know someday we will. I know it. And I know that someday I will find a way to introduce myself. And then that's gonna be perfect...
"Why, oh why am I doing this?" Nymphadora Tonks murmured coming back from her fantasy world. "It was just a coloured flatulence spell anyway!" she kept complaining while organizing the library's books in order under the threatening gaze of Filch.
Nymphadora Tonks, or plain Tonks as she like it best, was serving the sixth day of her two months detention doing the one thing she hated most: organizing. Professor McGonagall was unbreakable in her decision and Tonks remembered how she had suppressed her laughter at that time. Her crime was being the clumsy girl that she was, because the prank that was supposed to hit those slytherins, hit professor McGonagall instead. The whole Great Hall turned their heads at once to the professor's direction, and waited... waited... than there was the noise; the odor; and the colored fog coming from under her robes. The rotten green color and the rotten egg smell filled the place making everybody explode in laughter. Well, since that night Tonks had been stuck with study and work.
"Miss Tonks dear?" Called Madame Pince "Come and get these few more books."
"Yes, I'm coming." She Answered exhausted and stopped when she saw the piles of books waiting to be put back in place. "We definitely have different concepts of a few'" She completed discouraged as the woman smiled sympathetically.
"You're almost done dear, just finish with these and you can go back to Huffle Puff, all right?"
"Can't complain, can I?"
"Hey Ma! Can I have some money for the Hogsmead visit tomorrow?" interrupted Jerry Pince, rudely, as expected.
" Can't you see I've got some company? Say hello." said Madame Pince.
"Hello, Nymph. Nice....uh sweater." trying to make a move on her.
"Thank-you." She replied as the big, rude, fat boy left winking his eyes in her direction. She had completely forgotten that the Hogsmead trip was on the next day. Finally she would be going to the city and maybe her prince would be there and maybe he would see her and talk to her and...
"Miss Tonks, you're a nice girl. Jerry Junior's still single." interrupted the woman.
"Yeah, I wonder why." disarmed Tonks went back to behind the bookshelves, climbing up the stairs so she could reach the last shelf, but she lost balance (for a change) falling forward on the furniture making it fall upon the next one, that fell upon the next one and so on.
When no noise could be heard anymore, Nymphadora lifted her head to face a shocked librarian and a fuming McGonagall.
"Oh boy, there goes my Hogsmead weekend"
"How can one single person be responsible for such a mess?" Once more Tonks was in Minerva's office, listening to the tired voice of her professor. "I've told you a thousand times to be more careful Nymphadora! If not for you, for the others sake and welfare!"
"Please, don't call me by my name. Merlin knows I don't like"
"Well, that's not the case in hand. For this, new misfortune of yours, I'm canceling your Christmas trip to Hogsmeade..."
"NO!" Interrupted the girl, standing up. "Anything but that. Every trip something happen and I end up not going..."
"Be more careful next time." answered the professor. "And about the rest of Christmas break, you'll only have New Year's Eve..."
"BUT professor..."
"No buts Miss Tonks. I have to do this, so next time you will be more careful." She opened the door and stood aside.
"Those detentions never stopped me from being clumsy" the girl murmured.
"You're not clumsy Nympha... Tonks, just... distracted"
"I think I got more detention from being me than I got from pranking..." she said exiting the familiar office, feeling defeated.
"Hey Nymph!" Jerry's yell could be heard from every part of the school.
The girl rolled her eyes and left, walking as fast as she could in the opposite direction of the voice.
"Babe! wait! We're going to Hogsmeade together tomorrow!"
"WHAT?" She stopped dead in place and turned slowly to face the conceited boy. "What do you mean by that."
"Don't deny you're dying to go out with me and have always been."
"Whatever..." She replied and resumed her walk to wherever it led.
"I won't take no for answer babe..."
"I'm not going."
"Why?"
"Can't."
"You'll get a nice plaque with the mayor's stamp on it saying 'Jerry's girl' if you come with me!"
"I hate plaques."
"Did I mention you'll only pay half of everything? Don't worry I'll pay the other half for you, I'm a good guy you know..."
"I hate you." she finished the conversation shutting the HufflePuff door in his face.
"Come on Tonks! We're gonna be late!"
"Celeste, don't rush her, she'll trip over her feet." said Bonnie
"Guys I've told you I can't come to Hogsmead. It's my detention." Nymphadora was separating the books alphabetically on a big table with her four friends begging her to sneak out with them.
"But it's Christmas Day!" Anya threw her hands in the air.
"And everybody is going!" said Moira.
"It's not like there's many people left..." responded Tonks still reading the titles and organizing the books.
"A certain red-head is go-ing..." Moira kept persuading in a singing voice making her friend stop briefly and look at her.
"Staying here in this library for so long is not healthy!"
"Come on Nym, we're not the Weird Sisters without you."
"That was low Anya" Tonks said, as she slowly stopped her work. Her friends were smiling widely at her waiting impatiently for an answer. "I know I'm going to regret this, I just know it!"
She had great friends, she could say that. They had stayed at Hogwarts for the break just because she couldn't leave school. They became friends at the end of their first year after a Gryffindor versus Huffle Puff quidditch game. Oh yes, they all were from the lion house but Tonks. It was strange to have all your best friends in another house. It's not that she didn't like her house's folks; it's just that she hit it off better with those Gryffindor guys.
Nymphadora would wait untill everybody left to Hogsmeade in their carriages so she could sneak to the city through a hidden passage she and her friends had found two months before. She was at the empty library, where she was supposed to be, standing behind the balcony covering Madame Pince in her day-off, while organizing some titles when he came in holding a book in a hand and a broomstick in the other. Ever so calmly he approached her spot mesmerizing Tonks. She was enchanted by his was of walking, his shoulder-length red hair moving as he walked...
"Merry Christmas." He said delivering the book
"Uh-huh..." Was her answer but he had already left. "UH-HUH!' So, so many other thing to say..." She hit her head many times while saying. "...Merry Christmas to you too, nice coat, you're beautiful. I love you, will you marry me?."
Lazily she picked up the book he had just returned and held it tight to her chest staring longing at the door. She flicked through the pages of the Muggle Studies book and then she found it. The key to engage a talk with him. The door into his life. She found a forgotten letter.
Without thinking, she left the library in a rush and with velocity she never thought she had, straight to the quidditch field, where he probably was judging by the broomstick he was holding. He was there indeed, already flying around in the windy air, not a bit preoccupied.
"HEY!" Tonks screamed holding her hair in place "Mister Weasley! Down here!" That was when he turned his head to her direction as she stopped dead at the sight to come.
He lost control of his broomstick.
He headed towards the lake.
He fell into it.
"Oh! Oh, no..." She ran and jumped into the frozen water. He was floating on his stomach and she quickly turned him around. "Mister? Mister? oh it's cold! Somebody help me, please!" She saw a little cut above his eyebrow. ."Are you okay? This is not good. Are you breathing?" She asked in vain holding him close while swimming out of the water. "Oh, God, you smell good. Please wake up. Please. Can you hear me? Wake up! Somebody help me please...
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