The Boy Who Fell In Love
Summary: When Nymphadora Tonks gets sent on an important task, she is a woman on a mission: go back to Hogwarts, and find Harry Potter. Once there, new feelings surface and she makes friends with people she never expected to.
A/N: This is only a short story due to the on-going writing of my other story 'The Portal of Love'. All reviews are welcome! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It all started off as an ordinary day at work in the auror office for Nymphadora Tonks. She was sat behind her desk flipping through her photo album of her previous years where she studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; she was in Hufflepuff unlike her best friend Charlie Weasley who was in Gryffindor. Despite being split up they still found time to cause trouble and often found themselves booked up with weeks of detention, especially from Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout who were the heads of their houses. Somehow Charlie became a prefect and Quidditch Captain, Tonks however, as her head of house had said, lacked certain abilities, for instance the ability to behave herself.
There was a knock at the door which caused Tonks to snap back into reality and quickly shove her beloved album into the bottom door of her desk, locking it quickly with her wand for safe keeping.
"Come in," she called as she quickly straightened the black pencil skirt she was wearing, trying to make herself look like she was doing some of her work instead of looking through her photo album.
"Miss Tonks," Kingsley Shacklebolt nodded as he greeted her in a deep voice
"Wochter Kingsley." Tonks replied brightly, twizzling her violet hair around her wand.
"Mad-Eye wants to see you." He told her, looking down at her with a meaningful look in his eyes, lowering his voice he continued, "It's about you-know-who and you-know-what."
"Right! I'll go now."
"I'm going now anyway, I will escort you there."
Tonks snorted, "Please Kingsley. I'm a fully qualified auror; I know how to take care of myself."
Despite her comment, she gathered up her belongings and made her way out of her small office chamber, accompanying Kingsley.
On the journey to Mad-Eye's office Tonks had knocked over a stack of essential paper work and fell into a box of exploding cauldrons which detonated all over a crowd of journalists interviewing the Minister of Magic for the daily prophet.
At least she had made the front page, 'Auror puts Minister of Magic into St. Mungos after Exploding Cauldron Incident'.
When they finally reached Mad-Eye's office Tonks placed her fisted hand on the door, just about to knock when they heard Mad-Eye grumble.
"Get in here already Nymphadora. I haven't got all day."
"Don't call me Nymphadora!" Tonks exclaimed loudly her hair shifting from violet to an enraged red. After a couple of seconds, she shook her head again; her hair changing into a peculiar shade of pink.
"Alright, alright." Mad-Eye growled. "Get here, you know your task right?"
Tonks opened her mouth to answer but Mad-Eye rudely interrupted, not giving Tonks a chance to answer. "We haven't got all day. You've got to go back to Hogwarts and stop that Potter-boy from getting into any more danger."
Tonks opened her mouth to speak, but Mad-Eye continued.
"Yes you'll be undercover, and yes you'll act like a student when you are there. Professor Dumbledore knows. You'll be pretending to be a transfer student from Beaubaxtons- and no that isn't a chance to act like an arrogant tart, keep your breasts to the right size. No misbehaving either. You leave in two days." He explained hastily, "Any questions?"
"Well, firstly I want an owl; secondly I don't have to do my O.W.L's again, do I? And thirdly do I have to become friends with Potter or just watch him and how long do I stay?"
''Fine, yes- don't whine. Friends- nothing more, you got that? No teasing the boy, you got that. Until the end of the school year."
"Cheers, Mad-Eye. Can I go now and can I have a small owl? The big one's freak me out."
"In a minute. Kingsley has some stuff to give you." Mad-Eye replied completely ignoring what she had said about the owl.
"What sort of stuff?"
"You'll find out when he gives you it." Mad-Eye said impatiently.
"Miss Tonks," Kingsley's deep voice bellowed, "in this trunk are all your school robes, books, everything you'll need for your stay. Also you have an invisibility cloak-"
"Wicked, imagine all the stuff you can do with that-"
"It's only to be used for watching Potter," Mad-Eye growled, "not for anything else."
"Urgh, fine. Continue Kingsley." Tonks whined
Kingsley deep voice filled the room again "all this will be sent to your apartment where you will have to add your own clothes and essentials."
"You can go now Nymphadora." Mad-Eye said. "I'll see you the day you leave."
"Bye then." Tonks called as she walked back to her office, avoiding the newly piled up boxes of exploding cauldrons.
'This mission is going to be great.' She said to herself as she walked into her office to see a ginger haired, freckled face man sat on her desk looking up at her with large blue eyes.
"Hey babe." He spoke kindly as if nothing had happened between them, Tonks blinked rubbing her eyes in case she was dreaming, this couldn't be happening. Why would he come back, what about Romania and his precious dragons?
"Charlie, what the hell are you doing here? And don't call me babe." Tonks said in a mix of the tones surprised, confused and annoyed.
"Whoa, babe, don't be like that." Charlie said putting his arms up in defence, jumping down off the desk and pulling Tonks into an awkward one armed hug.
"I still love you darling." He mumbled kissing her soft pink hair.
"Don't call me 'darling'!" she spat saying in a disgusted tone. "How dare you say that."
She couldn't believe her ears, here, stood in front of her was the same boy who she had loved her entire childhood. Why was this happening to her?
"Sorry, sorry. I won't call you darling if you don't want me to. Is that better?"
"No, how dare you say that." She said shaking him of her violently. "How dare you say you still love me."
He had his chance, it was either her or his beloved dragons; he had chosen the dragons. He had made up his mind, and so had she.