Disclaimer—JK Rowling owns Harry potter, not me. This goes for all the chapters, if any more come along, because I know I'll forget to write this on them.

This story is credited to HarnGin. The inspiration from this story was Summer lessons by HarnGin. Thanks for letting me use your idea. Hope you like it.

It was the last day of school and already the students were rushing round madly, trying to do everything at the last minute. For Harry and his friends, the rush was a welcome one, not giving them time to think about the recent events like Sirius's death. Other than the slight cloak of sadness, it seemed like every other year, so Harry was quite surprised when Professor McGonagall called him over to her at lunchtime in the great hall.

'Ahh, mister Potter,' professor McGonagall said as Harry walked over. He frowned. Nothing good had ever come of a conversation that started with "Ahh, mister Potter." Seeing his worried expression McGonagall's lips twitched upwards. 'You are not in trouble mister Potter, quite the opposite in fact. The Headmaster has finally deemed me worth listening to and has agreed that your living accommodations are quite unsatisfactory.'

A feeling Harry hadn't felt since Sirius died, hope, wormed it's way into his stomach. Not have to live with the Dursley's?

'There will of course have to be a compromise,' McGonagall said sternly, effectively dampening Harry's grin, 'it has been decided you will stay at a well guarded wizard's house. I believe you are familiar with Miss Tonks?' Harry nodded. 'Good. After much consideration the headmaster chose them because they have a good understanding of both wizard and Muggle culture. In the light of your Godfather's death, it has become necessary for you to learn the ways of the magical world, so you will be prepared for becoming Head of the house of Black.'

Harry stared at her, mouth open in surprise. Sirius had mentioned to him that Harry would be his heir but he'd never really given it much thought. He never expected to lose him so soon—he cut off that line of thought quickly. On the plus side it was a summer free of the Dursley's and if Tonk's parents were anything like their daughter a fun one too, but on the other side, it was a summer learning Pureblood etiquette.

'Well, mister Potter?' Professor McGonagall said, snapping Harry out of his musings.

'I'll do it.' Professor McGonagall nodded.

'Excellent. I'll contact them immediately and have them pick you up at the Platform.' Smiling slightly nervously, Harry turned away, heading for his dormitory since lunch had all but ended, when Professor McGonagall called out to him, 'Mister Potter! Good luck.' Then, with a small smile, she left, striding out the Hall.

Harry exited the great Hall after her, heading up for the Dormitory, eager to meet his new family, yet terrified at the same time. What if they didn't like him? What if he was a failure at his lessons on Pureblood ways, not much of a chance of him being anything else, but still. He'd have to ask Neville, his grandmother seemed the type for Pureblood stuff. Ginny and Ron might have been Purebloods, but he just couldn't imagine Molly Weasley's lecturing her children on blood standards.

He didn't tell his friends about his new arrangements until they had lugged their trunks onboard and were safely on the train. Although Professor McGonagall hadn't said as much, he'd learnt from past experiences that it was best to wait until away from unwanted ears, extendable ones included.

'Tonk's parents?' Hermione said as soon as he'd finished reciting what McGonagall had told him, her curiosity combined with not liking that she didn't know something, once again causing her to butt in. Personally, Harry was quite surprised she'd managed to restrain herself until he'd finished.

'Dunno much about her folks,' Ron said with a shrug. 'Her dad's been round a few times, friends with Bill I think, but I've never met her mother.'

'I have,' Neville said quietly, looking slightly worried, 'she looks just like Her.'

'Her?' Hermione asked. Harry had an idea who her could be, but it didn't make much sense.

'You know, Bellatrix Lestrange.'

'Are they related then?' Ginny asked. To everyone's surprise, Luna answered.

'Of course they are. But Mrs Tonks charms her hair to make it lighter so she doesn't look so alike.' The others stared at Luna in bewilderment. After a moment's silence, Ron spoke up.

'Where did you learn that?'

'I met her once,' Luna stared out of the window in her usual dreamy way, 'in Diagon Alley. Father told me about her hair. Besides, she's married to a muggleborn.'

'Well that settles it,' Harry said firmly and they all nodded, except Luna who was dreamily watching the clouds. They all knew that Bellatrix Lestrange would never marry a muggleborn. Besides, she brought up Tonks, so she couldn't be bad. The squirming feeling in his stomach subsided slightly.

All too soon for Harry's liking, the train reached platform 9¾. Hugging Hermione and Ginny he promised to write to them as soon as he discovered his new address, and yes, he would tell Hermione how his lessons were going. Neville offered to ask his gran if he had any questions, a gesture Harry strongly appreciated and knew that a few years ago would never have been made. Realising he couldn't put it off any longer, he scanned the crowded platform, his only description being that Mrs Tonks looked like Bellatrix, but with lighter hair.

Harry jumped as a strong hand tapped him on the shoulder. He spun round, wand half drawn, to see a broad shouldered man with mousy brown hair grinning at him.

'Sorry if I made you jump lad. Ted Tonks,' he held out a large hand. Harry shook it, feeling slightly better. He certainly seemed okay. 'Dromeda's waiting for us near the entrance.'

Tonks placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, before making his way through the crowd, Harry scurrying to keep up. Like Hagrid, the crowd seemed to part as Ted moved, making it much easier than usually to navigate the crowds. As they reached the entrance where Mrs Tonks was waiting though, Harry froze. He'd been prepared to see someone who looked a bit like Bellatrix, but the woman who stood there, in smart black robes, didn't just look like Bellatrix, she looked identical, right down to the haughty nose and the dark grey eyes. Her hair was, admittedly, a few shades lighter, but nothing too noticeable, and now he looked closer, her eyes were paler, but it was still too familiar for Harry's comfort.

Realising Harry was no longer behind him, Ted stopped, before turning and walking back to Harry.

'Lad,' he broke Harry's frantic train of thought, and Harry blinked blearily, before looking up at his face. 'We're used to it, 'Kay, but try not to stare please. I know it's hard but Dromeda didn't choose to look like Her, I think it upsets her, not that she'd show it.'

Feeling slightly guilty, Harry nodded. Ted patted him on the arm and started walking again. Harry watched Mrs Tonks, or was it Dromeda, as she waited for them to come over. She certainly didn't look bothered by the stares. In fact, she seemed to be taking it in her stride, fixing them with haughty stares worthy of Bellatrix Lestrange herself. He noticed that once someone had met her eyes they quickly looked away, lest be on the receiving end of her sneer, and it occurred to him that her act was more like something of a defence mechanism than a natural act like it was for Draco Malfoy.

'Hey Dromeda,' they'd reached the entrance now, where the queue to leave was already building, though Mrs Tonks was being given a wide berth.

'You found Mister Potter them?' Without waiting for an answer, she continued, 'I suggest we leave, I'm sure the Headmaster will be fretting already.'

Before 5th year, had anyone spoken about Dumbledore in such a condescending manner, Harry would have hexed them, but now he found himself slightly agreeing with Mrs Tonks. Not that he'd show it by acting like an arrogant Slytherin, mind, but then again he was known for being brash. From the rolling of Ted's eyes, Harry took it to mean that Mrs Tonks acted like this a lot. Summer was certainly going to be interesting. Living with a mirror image of the woman who killed Sirius, and a laid back Muggle-born. How those two had come together he had no idea.