Okay, so this is part of a larger fic that wasn't going anywhere, so I've started scrapping it (as i'm doing with quite a bit of other stories). Don't worry, it will still make perfect sense.

Its just a random semi-serious comic relief (which my fanfiction account needs a bit of).

I don't own.

Takes place during the summer after Order of the Phoenix, right after sirius died.

Slight Tonks/Harry if you squint.

Onto the story!

Miniature Disaster - Part One

POV: Nymphadora Tonks

"Wotcher Harry," I say. "Can't sleep?"

"Hi Tonks," he says, taking a sip from the mug he is holding. "No. You?"

I shake my head. "After everything that's happened these past few months…" Then realizing what she'd said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's okay. I think I'd rather people be able to talk about it. I mean, it's nice of everyone to avoid the subject and all, but when you walk into a room and everything goes silent, it's not hard to realize what they're all talking about."

"I know how you feel."

"Mudbloods, half-breeds, blood traitors…" Kreature muttered, passing through the kitchen.

"Shut up Kreature," Harry said. "I really hate this place. I think it's actually worse than the Dursleys."

"The way you talk about that place, I don't see how that's possible."

"They say what they feel and don't beat around the bush. Everyone here acts like they're walking on egg-shells whenever they're around me."

"They're just trying not to upset you," I say.

"It's not working."

"I know, but you shouldn't take your anger out on them. Or yourself, Merlin knows that isn't healthy. Hell, if you need to take out some anger, track down Bellatrix Lestrange and take it out on her. Remus and I would be glad to help."

He smiles slightly (which was what I was hoping for).

"As fun as that sounds, it's probably not the best plan."

"No, probably not. So why can't you sleep?" I change the subject. "Aside from the obvious."

"Every time I try, I see their faces. My parents, Cedric, Sirius. Everyone he's ever killed."

"You think Voldemort's behind it?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Dumbledore has convinced Snape to continue my training. Part of that training involves Snape trying to get into my head at random intervals when we're not in lessons…"

"That seems like a bit of an invasion of privacy," I mutter.

"Yeah. Anyway, he has managed to get in several times while I was awake, but not at all when I'm sleeping. He thinks I've learned to close my mind subconsciously. Now if I could just do it consciously. Its rather annoying when I'm in the middle of a conversation with someone then there he is in my head."

"I'll bet. Listen, since neither of us can sleep, and I don't have to be at the Ministry for…" I glance down at my watch. "Three hours. What do you say we go down to the ballroom and practice some dueling?"

"But…" he begins.

"One of the many enchantments the Blacks put on this house was one to allow underage magic. I'm not really sure why, but they did. Might as well take advantage of that."

"Sound great then."

Part two coming soon.

Reviews are much appreciated.

Ella