AN: Welcome to my second fanfic. Let's cut to the chase. This will be a HarryTonks pairing with no smut. That's right, a HarryTonks that is not about them having sex and deciding that they are in love. I will try at least once a week, maybe twice, and if anyone wants to beta, I would appreciate it. Thank You.
Thoughts = Italics
Rescue
"Alright, everyone, here are the schedules for Harry's guard duty. Mundungus, you have Mondays and Wednesdays. Nymphadora, you have-"
"It's Tonks, Albus," interrupted a now glowering Metamorphmagus. Currently Nymphadora Tonks was sitting at a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. This was the first one since the Department of Mysteries fiasco. Since then, there had been one less member in the group. Sirius Black had died while defending his Godson Harry. At this meeting, they were reorganizing the guard system around Harry and Albus Dumbledore had seemingly forgotten that Tonks hated her first name. Her mum had to have been crazy. Nymphadora?
"I prefer my last name or Headmaster, Nymphadora."
"And I prefer my last name as well, Oh Supreme Mugwump." Dumbledore was taken aback by this. Tonks was more upset that he had thought if her tone was anything to go by.
"I shall endeavor to remember, Miss Tonks, though I must say that your agitation seems somewhat strong for this."
"You and I both know that's not why I'm angry at you. You won't let me talk to Harry!"
Dumbledore just sighed. This argument had been going on since the Department of Mysteries. Tonks wanted to talk with Harry to make sure he was alright after losing his Godfather. Dumbledore merely told her that the situation was under control. He couldn't tell the Order his real reasons. Harry was a weapon and if he grew attached to someone, he wouldn't be able to die when he fought the Dark Lord. That would be a problem if he lived. He could pose a threat to the Headmaster.
"Miss Tonks, seeing Harry would do little good. He is stronger than you think. He has weathered hard times before."
"Sure he has, he fought a Basilisk and Voldemort for crying out loud," she said, ignoring the shivers. "The problem is not dangerous situations. He has guilt problems. He still blames himself terrible for what happened to the Weasely girl. He hates himself bedcause he thinks it was his fault she got hurt. Merlin knows what would have happened if she died. What happened to Sirius was worse. He did go into to danger because of Harry, and he died! He died, Dumbledore! The closest thing Harry has ever had to a father was killed defending him and you think Harry is fine! He's locked up with those muggles for Merlin's sake! Bloody fine that is. I'm out of here. It's time for my guard cycle."
And with a loud crack she was. There was silence. Nymphadora Tonks had just chewed out Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard alive, and left. Dumbledore broke the silence.
"As I was saying, Bill can you guard Harry on……"
--Scene Change—
Tonks was standing outside of Number Four Privet Drive. The Dursely's weren't home so if she went in, it was just Harry. Should I go in? Dumbledore said not to, but I care about Harry and I need to see if he's alright. That's it. Dumbledore can sod off. I'm going to see harry. Tonks did care about Harry. The boy, no, he had seen too much for that to be true, man had seen more and done more in his fifteen years than most did in their entire lives. He had fought killed, led, followed and still managed to be a caring man who would do anything for his friends. But what attracted Tonks to him the most was that he understood what it was like to have a label hanging over your head. She had gone through school with all the boys wanting to date her to make use of her morphing abilities. She was treated like a whore. No one cared about the real her. Even some members of the Order like Molly Weasely thought of her as a "scarlet woman" because of her abilities, but not Harry. He didn't think like that because he understood. Harry had to deal with being the boy-who-lived. And, she was pretty sure that the hero needed her.
Taking a deep breath, the metamorphmagus walked up to the house and knocked on the door. No one answered. That's strange. Normally Harry would answer. After a few more minutes and a few more knocks, Tonks decided to go on in.
"Harry? Harry?" No one answered. When she got to the kitchen she she saw a note on the table. I really shouldn't.
She did.
Part of her wished she hadn't.
To whoever finds this,
This is the end. By the time someone finds this I will probably be dead. I'm going to kill myself. People keep getting hurt because of me. Ginny was possessed by Tom Riddle for being my best mate's sister. Sirius died because I was a bloody idiot and my friends were hurt for trying to help me. I'm sorry that I'm leaving Remus alone, but he probably won't miss me. It's my fault his best friend is dead. Ron and Hermione will be fine. My only regret is that I never told Tonks how I felt. I thought Voldemort would come after her. That is, if she even felt something for me. But who would?
Goodbye.
The blood drained from her face. Harry was going to kill himself. He might have already done it and he thought didn't feel anything for him. She ran up the stairs to the room Harry stayed in. She walked in to the sight of Harry strung up by his belt.
Tonks fell to her knees. The only man she had really felt for, loved even, had killed himself because he thought everyone would be better off without him. The self-sacrificing git! Tears came to her eyes and just as she was about to completely lose control, she heard a small retching noise from the boy in front of her.
Harry was still alive.
Quick as a flash, the auror whipped out her want and fired of a cutting curse.
Diffindo!
Harry fell to the floor as Tonks ran to him. She cast a healing spell on his throat.
"Come on, Come on! Harry, please be alright. You have to be! You have to be alive dammit!"
Answered by silence the metamorph grabbed the still form in front of her and wept. Then, she heard a hoarse rasping voice come from Harry.
"Why….do…you….care?"
Tears of joy streaming down her face she pulled him to her and whispered to him,
"Because I love you, you great prat!"
And with that she pulled his face to hers and kissed him.
So what do you guys think? I know it's kinda dark for a HarryTonks fic, but it will get a lot lighter later on. This is short because I thought it was a good place to stop. Next chapter will switch to following Harry's view. I just thought that this was a realistic reaction to his situation. I'm sorry if I offend anyone. Please read and review!