A/N: Hello everyone! Before you read this fanfiction, please read this! First, this is my first big fanfiction, so please review! The more you review, the faster I update please don't be afraid to tell me if the story stinks, too. (I need to get feedback) Ok, on to the story. Tonks is one of my favorite characters, so I thought that this would be a Honks, but I realized that there are way too many of those that all have the same plot, so this story has a new character in it and stuff. This takes place after Harry's fifth year a few days after Sirius died. Ok, I'm typing too much! Enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

Prologue

It was a dismal and rainy day. The weather perfectly reflected Harry's mood. Harry Potter sat at his window in his room on Privet Drive. He was filled with a mix of horror, guilt, and depression.

How could Sirius have died? Harry thought, staring at the street below him. A snide voice forced his way into Harry's head. Ah, but he didn't die! You killed him! If you hadn't fallen for Voldemort's trap, he wouldn't be dead! Harry forced the voice out of his head.

I can't stay at the Dursleys anymore! Harry thought. If I'm supposed to be fighting Voldemort, I need to be ready! Right as Harry was about to storm out of Privet Drive and make his way to the Burrow, a slight crash was heard. Harry jumped as the medium-sized owl slammed into his window.

Harry ran over and opened the window. The striking black owl hopped in and held out his rather large leg, allowing Harry to reach over and grab the letter. As he read down the page, his eyes narrowed and he gasped loudly, causing the owl to jump in alarm.

"No, this can't be right!" yelled Harry, his eyes flashing dangerously. The owl looked at him reproachfully before flying out of the window.

"Dear Mr. Potter. We regret to inform you that your request to withdraw money from your Gringotts vault has been denied. Permission can only be obtained from Albus Dumbledore, as he is in control of your money. Your current balance however is roughly ten million galleons. This is a 60% decrease from the last time you visited your vault. We suggest that you spend your money more carefully. Best Regards, Griphook."

There was only one way that his money could've gotten spent so quickly. "That backstabbing git!" shouted Harry. He sat down at this desk and began to write.

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Nymphadora Tonks was having a rotten day. She had just returned from her fifteenth raid this week. All of them concerning those pesky Death Eaters. Only two of them had been substantial, and already, a mound of paper work awaited her.

Tonks sighed and pulled out her self-inking quill. She hated doing paper work. What was the point of fighting dark wizards if you had to do paper work? The only thing that reassured her is that in a few hours she would get off for the weekend, and be able to see Remus.

Tonks pulled her hands through her hair as she tried to think of how to fill out the report for the third battle. It was a hit-and-run by the Death Eaters that left a few good wizards in St. Mungos. Maybe a drink will calm me down. She thought.

She reached under her desk and pulled out a bottle of Butterbeer and a glass. She took a sip. She instantly felt dead tired. What's going on? She thought sluggishly. She tried to stand, but felt she couldn't. Her head hit the desk, and everything went dark.

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Warren Greyblade shifted nervously in his seat. The Minister of Magic's office was large and roomy, but because it was underground, it was dark and forbidding, too.

"Ah, Mr. Grayblade!" the Minister smiled as he walked into the room. He looked at the man in front of him. He was young, only twenty-six, but already looked tired and worn down. He was dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, and had intense blackish-brown eyes and hair.

"Yes, sir?" Warren said, tapping his wand against his leg.

"No need to be nervous! I just wanted a progress report on the raids!"

Warren was the recently promoted to the co-head of the MLE (The previous one was killed in a raid) and therefore, head of the Auror office.

"Nothing much to tell, sir," Warren said. "We captured Rosier and injured Avery, but other than that, not much progress."

The Minister sighed deeply. When he had been elected, no one ever told him he would be fighting a war! He thought it would all be easy sign a paper here-and-there kind of thing.

"What about Dumbledore?" Fudge smirked. Everyone knew that the headmaster and the Minister didn't see eye-to-eye. Fudge was just waiting to have him arrested on any charge he could find.

"Nothing that I could see, sir," Warren reported. He was becoming very tired of following the old wizard everywhere.

"Very well Mr. Grayblade. You may go." said the Minister with a sigh.

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Dumbledore sat in his throne-like chair in his magnificent office. The office was built mostly using Harry's money that Dumbledore had taken throughout the years. He was thinking about his grand plan. Getting that Weasly girl and the Potter boy together will be the next step. He thought. Then he could simply get Harry's money from the Weasly's. He knew that Harry would have to die by Voldemort's hand, but before he did, he would need the boy's money to fund the Order of the Phoenix. He also needed something else. Something that he could give to Voldemort in exchange for what he wanted.

Let's see! I've already got Molly, Ginny, and Ronald on my side. Tonks will soon be under my power too! Then all that left is to activate my brilliant plan!

The only thing that irked him was that his 'faithful' pet Fawkes had abandoned him. (Gee, I wonder why?) But no matter! He thought. That bird will pay, just like the rest of them.

"What could possibly stop me?" he laughed out-loud, and walked out the door to pay Snape a visit.

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Voldemort shifted restlessly in his chair. If that old bumbling fool Dumbledore is lying…. He thought, as he stroked his pet snake Nagini.

The past year since his rebirth had hardly been the relaxing period he had first thought. He had dueled the old coot in the Ministry, and was beat, but he wouldn't let that stop him. His plan to kill the famous Harry Potter had also failed. He realized that he had allowed his Death Eaters too much reign when it came to Potter. But no longer. He would deal with the boy himself.

"Sir?" said Lucius Malfoy as he walked into the room.

"WHAT?" Voldemort yelled. "I told you I didn't want to be disturbed! Crucio!"

After about ten seconds of screaming in pain, Malfoy stood up shakily. "I have urgent news!" he gasped through the curse.

"WHAT IS IT YOU FOOL!" screamed Voldemort and used the Cruciatus curse again.

"There is a new head of the MLE!" moaned Malfoy. "His name is Warren Grayblade."

"Hmm. Pesky Aurors and their dim-witted leaders! I will deal with both him and that bloody fool Amelia later! Now leave me!" Voldemort yelled, and threw Malfoy from the room using a banishing charm.

Voldemort cleared his head and summoned his followers. It was time to take care of Amelia Bones once and for all.

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Ginny Weasly was almost laughing with joy. The headmaster had finally given her permission to use a love potion on Harry Potter! Finally!

For the past year, she had wanted to, but Dumbledore had told her to wait. Now she would be Mrs. Potter! The only problem was the Mudblood Granger! Harry and she had become good friends in the past year, and that had to stop! But how? She couldn't harm the Mudblood because her disgusting brother Ron wanted her as his girlfriend!

Oh, well! I'll have to think of another way! She thought, and went to check on the love potion her mother was making.

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Severus Snape was exhausted. He had just returned to Hogwarts with a report for Dumbledore, but was feeling strange. Actually, I've been feeling different for years now. It's strange. Ever since the day when I met Dumbledore on that hill, I don't feel like me.

Snape thought of Harry Potter and his throat constricted with guilt. He remembers all these years being nasty to the boy, but why would he want to? James had saved his life after all. It was almost as if….. but no! That couldn't be right!

Just as Snape was deciding what to do, a wand poked out from behind a statue. "Imperio!" a voice said.

Snape's mind went blank. From behind the statue, the pair of eyes that usually twinkled were cold and calculating. Anyone who had seen those eyes before would know who was really behind that statue.

A/N: Poor Snape If you can't already tell, yes there will be Weasly bashing and Dumbledore bashing in this story. The new character I was talking about is Warren. He will play a big part in this story, almost being the main character! (He and Tonks are the main characters) Please review, cause this is my first big fanfic, and I really want to know what you guys think!

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