When homework comes in Handy.
Marvellous. I now have FOUR running fanfics. My brain overworks… Anyway. I got the idea for this when I was in bed the other day, and it was late at night, and I couldn't sleep. Like, half eleven or something… It's late to me, kay? But yeah.
You know it by now. Characters not mine. Except Amelia and Leila and Liam. They're mine. Anyone else you recognise, the work of JKR. I may add in a few OC's later on, but for this chapter, it's only those three. Kay? Cool. Now. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Tonks sat in the library with her two best friends; Amelia (Ravenclaw girl) and Leila (Slytherin). People often thought it was weird that she was friends with a Slytherin, but Tonks had come to realise that Leila was an exception. She was actually quite nice, but you didn't want to get on her bad side. Tonks found her nice enough, and it always came in handy to have a good liar at your side, especially when it came to "forgetting" homework…
Anyway. The three girls were pouring over potions essays, each with six books in front of them. Amelia had already finished hers, Leila on the verge of finishing, but Tonks had barely started.
"Aaannnnnndd... Done!" Leila said, sighing with relief and stretching backwards in her chair. Tonks looked up at her and tutted, before bowing her head and continuing with her essay. It had to be three feet long and at least seven paragraphs. It was late, nearly half past ten, when Tonks finally spoke.
"Oh, are you actually KIDDING ME? Leila, do you have any ink I can borrow? I've run out… Stupid stuff."
"Yeah, in my bag. Don't ask where, because I dunno, but do have some," Leila replied, although it was quiet. Some fifth year boys from her house had just walked past. One of whom, Leila was paying VERY close attention to.
"Leila… Leeeiiilaaa…. LEILA! You there? Earth to Leila? Look. We all know you fancy the hell out of Liam. Go ask him out, will you?" Amelia said, looking up from her book on werewolves.
"I can't Amelia! He's in his fifth year, I'm only in fourth! It's just… People would think it was wrong! Just because you've got the brains, the pretty, and the confidence, the… Everything! Doesn't mean all of us can get up, ask a guy out, sit back down and pretend nothing's even happened…" Leila replied, slumping down so her head rested on her arms.
"Look, I've got this. I got it in Potions last term. Felix Felicis. Gives you luck. Drink this; you'll have nothing to worry about! Go on. It's not going to kill you! I had some myself the other day. And look! I'm not falling apart now, am-," Amelia started rummaging through her bag to find the small glass vile. "Aha. Here it is! Anyway. I'm not falling apart, am I?" Snarling slightly, Leila took the bottle and pressed it to her lips. She took a small swig and stood up, walking over to Liam.
"Wait… That wasn't Felix Felicis. That stuff's golden coloured, isn't it? Anyway. You never got that stuff last term! I'm right next to you in Potions, and we never got the chance to get it! You liar," Tonks said, sticking her tongue out at her friend. Realising she never did get that ink from her friend; she bent down and started searching for it. There was a lot of stuff in that bag, from sugar-quills to a diary. It took a lot of will-power not to start reading it, but eventually she put it down.
"Where is that dastardly bottle of…?" Tonks began, but cut herself off when a gold chain skimmed across her hand. A confused look sprung across her face, and she picked the chain up. On the other end was a small round egg-timer with two gold rings around. She put it on, to see if it had any magical powers, but was disappointed when nothing happened. Her fingers mindlessly twiddled with the end, spinning the mysterious necklace rather quickly. The air around her tightened as she was hurtled through time, back thirteen years to be exact.
"OW! Bloody hell… My head. Wait… What'm I doing here?" Tonks said, as she looked around and realised she was at the bottom of a stair-case. Someone was walking down the stairs behind her, but who it was she did not know.
"Act. Natural!" she muttered to herself, sitting up and smiling at the stranger. She felt her hair change and it grew longer, darker and crimson red, whereas it had been pink beforehand.
"Wait… What? That was… I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Remus. And you are?" the young boy, who had just encountered the changing of her hair, said, looking down at her.
"Tonks. Nym- Nymph- Nymphadora Tonks. But really, I'd rather you called just Tonks. If that doesn't work, I won't kill you for calling me 'Dora' but Tonks is better. Call me that horrible name and you'll be hexed into next week," she said, noticing the confused look on the boy's face. "I'm a Metamorphmagus. It means I can change my appearance. Pain in the arse sometimes, because it can be unpredictable, but useful at times too! Cool, huh?"
"Yeah. Uh… What're you doing here? This leads to the Gryffindor common room. You're a Hufflepuff, right?" Remus said, offering a hand to help her up. She took it and hopped to her feet, surprising Remus with the height she got. Unfortunately, she slipped on the way back down and hurt her ankle.
"Ow. This is NOT a good day… I end up… What year is this again?" Tonks said, rubbing her sore ankle.
"Uh… 1976. October 29th. Have you hit your head? We should take you to the hospital wing. It could be serious," Remus replied, helping her back up and putting a strong, muscular arm around her waist. He guided her to the Hospital Wing and sat her down on a white bed.
"She fell down the stairs and I think she hit her head. I brought her, because she couldn't remember the year, or the day, and she seems to think she got here via time-travel! She's a funny one. Keep an eye on her for me, Madam Pomfrey, please? She's gone a bit pale," Remus explained, looking over to the bewildered girl on the bed not three metres away.
"I will. Now, you might want to go off to bed. Or you can stay here and keep an eye on your friend. We don't get busy over the Christmas holidays. I can relax. Don't be loud, okay? I need some rest!" Madam Pomfrey said, a smile almost tugging the corners of her mouth. She hurried off to a bed at the far end of the room, where a Second Year Gryffindor lay.
"Mind if I stay here? Want to make sure you're alright tomorrow. I'll take you to the head-master's office first thing, and he can sort out your little… Predicament, lets say. That sound alright? I'll turn away while you're changing, if you want," Remus said kindly, stroking a strand of now electric blue hair out of her pale face. She smiled softly and nodded, but her eyes fluttered closed and she lay there, the only sound being made being her soft breathing. Remus sat down in the chair next to her and admired the young girl, who was supposedly asleep.
"My, she truly is beautiful…" he whispered, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. Little did he know that she was fully awake, heard what he had said and the soft contact of his skin on hers. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, smiled to himself and sat back down, drifting off to sleep himself. She fell asleep a moment later, a tingle and warm feeling creeping up her spine. What do you know. Homework might come in handy after all..
A/N. I have no idea where I'm going with this. If you want me to write anything in particular, tell me, because as I said, I don't have a clue. Thanks for reading, and if you could review, I'd be very happy! Thanks again! :3