I accidentally forgot to add the disclaimer the first time... oh well, better late than never. Here we go...

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Nymphadora Tonks hummed happily as she made her way through muggle London. Her distressed jeans, bright green t-shirt and blue hair attracted a lot of funny looks from the business suit clad muggles that she walked past. Oblivious to their stares, she adjusted her travelling cloak that was draped over her arm and quickened her pace slightly. Today was her first meeting in the Order and she didn't want to be late.

"You can't hurry love; no you just have to wait!" She sang, remembering back to when Kingsley had first pull her aside in the auror headquarters, telling her that he needed to discuss a wizard who was cross breeding fwoopers and nogtails.

"Isn't that the Magical Creature Department's problem?" she had asked.

"Not if the wizard might be connected to the illegal imports that have been coming in from Africa." He had replied in his slow, calm voice.

Later they had met up at the Leaky Cauldron and Mad-eye joined them not long after. Tonks had been ecstatic to see her old mentor after his extended time being held captive in his own trunk. Of course, she had believed that he was teaching...

Mad-eye and Kingsley had told her about the Order of the Phoenix and finished off their speech with an invitation to join.

"People with your talents and ability are hard to come by so we make a point to snap them up as quickly as we can." Mad-eye had added while she thought their request over.

Of course she had said yes. Tonks wouldn't willingly give up the opportunity to work against Voldemort, especially since the ministry was being so blind about his return. Working under Dumbledore's orders was also a thrilling idea. Yes, that was it. But she wouldn't deny that Mad-eyes words had had a tiny bit to do with it. After all, it was flattering to think that, young as she was, she had something they wanted.

"She said love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take..."

Tonks was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice a tall figure step out in front of her before she crashed right into him, sending them both tumbling to the hard ground. All the books that had been in his hands were scattered around them.

"I am so sorry!" She gasped, scrambling to her feet. The tall figure getting up in front of her turned out to be a man. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, despite the gray that threaded through his light brown hair. His pants and jersey were a little shabby but not unlike Tonks' own pair of favourite jeans. He met her eyes and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a shy half smile. Tonks blushed as she realized she had been staring...with her mouth open. She shut it quickly and started to pick up the books that he had been carrying. She handed them to him wordlessly, her face still burning.

"Thank you." He said in a low, slightly hoarse voice.

"No problem. Hand on, I missed one..." Just as Tonks started forward to get the book they had overlooked, she tripped over her cloak, which was still on the ground, and fell forward. The stranger's books fell to the ground yet again as he dropped them to catch her. Tonks wanted to die. The man made sure that she was safely back on her own two feet before he let go of his, rather tight, hold around her waist.

"I'm so sorry." Tonks moaned again, wishing the ground would swallow her up.

"Don't worry about it." He said calmly, though his face too was quite red. "Maybe I should pick them up this time, yeah?"

Tonks closed her eyes and nodded.

"Erm." The man cleared his throat nervously. "I think this is yours."He said when she opened her eyes. He was balancing his books in one hand and holding her cloak out in his other.

"Thanks," she whispered taking it and shaking it out to get rid of the dirt.

"Hang on..." The man said, his eyes darting from her cloak to the handle of her wand sticking out from the waistband of her jeans.

"I-er... I really have to go." Tonks stammered quickly. "Sorry again." She all but ran away from the man. "And I'm going to be late." She added to herself. Although she could practically see the place where Kingsley had told her the Order was hidden, she knew that it would be stupid to go straight there if there was a chance that the man was still watching her. Especially if he knew that she was a witch...and he probably did, judging by his reaction when he saw her wand.

Taking a long loop around, Tonks finally stood where a grimy house had just popped out from between two muggle dwellings. Looking around furtively, she walked up the steps and turned the creepy handle. She slipped inside and closed the door behind her. It was very dark inside and smelled of damp carpets.

"That'll be Nymphadora." Came Molly Weasley's voice from somewhere ahead of her. "Remus, please would you be a darling and bring her here."

"Lumos," Tonks muttered.

Her wand light illuminated the damp hallway in front of her and someone at the end of it. She walked forwards, trying to look mature and ready to meet the rest of the order when she fell head long over an awful troll leg. She remained airborne an abnormal amount of time before she crashed to the ground, her head colliding painfully with the mouldy floor.

Her loud "OUCH!" was drowned out by an awful shrieking that had suddenly filled the house and made the windows rattle and Tonks' head pound viciously. Two men hurried towards her, one sped past to drag curtains over the hideous painting that was screaming at the top of her canvas lungs while the other pulled Tonks to her feet.

"Are you alright?"

Heat flooded her face as she realized her saviour was none other than the man she had just bumped into on the street. He seemed to have noticed the same thing as he checked to see if she was alright.

"I should have known. You must be Nymphadora Tonks." He stated, his mouth curling into a small amused smile.

"Just Tonks." She muttered.

" Help?" shouted the other man. He was still trying to cover the portrait of the mad woman. Remus and Tonks quickly stunned the other portraits that had started yelling and Remus hurried over to help the dark-hair man with the curtains.

Tonks heaved a sigh of relief as the shouting stopped. The dark man pushed sweaty strands of hair off his forehead and turned to smile down at her.

"Long time no see cuz." He greeted, pulling her into a bone cracking hug.

"Sirius!" Tonks all but yelled when she recognized her cousin. Tonks had briefly worried about how it would be to see Sirius again, especially since he had spent most of her childhood locked up in Azkaban. But she needn't had worried, he was just as friendly and relaxed as he had been when she was seven.

"I see you know Remus already. I wondered why he was looking so excited." He joked. Remus scowled at Sirius, who winked back.

"I actually managed to single handedly ruin Remus' books with no weapons other than my super clumsiness." Tonks admitted.

"That's my cousin, the charmer." Sirius said proudly, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "She's a keeper." He said, waggling his eyebrows at Remus.

"They're waiting for us to start the meeting," Remus said, choosing to ignore Sirius. Although, Tonks was sure she had detected a faint blush on his cheeks before he had turned away.

"Don't let his goody-two shoes act fool you, Nymphy." Sirius said, loudly enough for Remus to hear. "Moony wasn't a marauder for nothing."