A/N I own no rights to Harry Potter or any franchise, that's all for J.K Rowling

Harry and Tonks: A love story.

I'm stuck in my bedroom. The 8 by 4 box the Dursleys have me holed up in whilst they go to a stupid competition regarding their stupid lawn. I kick the wall to attempt to get rid of some of the anger and angst locked inside my body due to the lack of helpful contact from my best friends, Hermione and Ron. Even my godfather, Sirius' letters are worthless: why won't they tell me ANY information? I mean I'M the one who saw Voldemort return. I'm the one who fought him, and survived. I'm the one who alerted the wizarding world to his return, and what do I get? A whole month in stinking Privet Drive, then a Dementor attack for which I receive a hearing and a load of letters from Sirius and Mr Weasley making me feels small and diminished, but what was I to do? Let the Dementors suck out Dudley's souls and mine? Not that I would mind about Dudley, to be perfectly honest, but me, definitely.

I walk over to my bed and throw myself onto the creased, crumpled bedcovers and begin a bout of lethargy for about the next hour, before the restless energy inside me resurfaces, and I can no longer sit still, I'm fidgeting like a hamster!

Suddenly, there is a crash from downstairs and I leap up from my bed, greatly alert; I extract my wand from the mess on my chest of drawers and stand by the door, waiting for the intruder to head upstairs.

I enter the front door of Grimmauld Place, and see Mrs Weasley running out of a door on the ground floor; the smell issuing from it made me sure that it was the kitchen. I follow Tonks through to the large foyer, at the foot of the grand staircase that was covered in cobwebs. To the left of the staircase isa great red set of velvet curtains, which contain something unknown to me. It ripples slightly, as if something sinister lurks behind them.

As Tonks comes to a halt, she tripps over a troll leg umbrella stand, which I think is pretty cute: it makes her seem really cute and sweet. But, as the obscurity of the sweetness left my mind – it was gone in a flash – the curtains burst open, and reveal a hideous woman bawling at the top of her lungs "MUDBLOODS, FILTHY SCAVANGES IN THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!"

Oh thank god, I think, as I saw the great gild frame surrounding the psycho woman, this didn't improve my mood greatly though; she's still yelling, and just because she's a portrait doesn't mean she cannot move around the house. As I feel as if I may go and rip her portrait off the wall and set fire to it, a man bursts out of the kitchen yelling obscurely at the portrait, and with a bang from his wand, shuts the curtains and finally, the old hag shuts up.

The man steps into the light and his features are thrown clear.

"Sirius!" I whisper, mindful of the painting, and tiptoe over to him, throwing my arms out for a hug, which he mirrors, and I feel some of the anger dissapitating with the proximity of my godfather.

"Harry, I'd love to stand and chat but I've got to get back to the meeting; Ron and Hermione are upstairs, go and join them," Sirius tells me. With that, he waltzes back into the kitchen, and I climb up the stairs, looking in all doors until I finally find them on the 2nd floor, third door on the left, looking very cosy in there together. Just looking at them sets my anger level to a completely new high, for no reason, I know: I feel like there is an angry lion inside of me, waiting to get out, and this is the first time it can.

"So this is what you've been doing is it, all summer?" I begin in such a rage, Hermione's outstretched arms and grin fell away. "Together, whilst I've been in Privet Drive with the Dursleys, having to fight off dementors and you two are together! Together. Without a single stinking useful word to me."

"Harry, we're sorry, but Dumbledore made us promise we wouldn't tell you anything – he didn't want you to know-"

"He didn't want me to know? What about all that stuff I've done; fighting Voldemort over the Philosophers Stone, in the Chamber of Secrets, holding off over 100 dementors, having to see Voldemort return? And he thinks I don't DESERVE to know?" I say, acid in my tone so venomous, Hermione and Ron are shrinking back; that may be something to do with the volume I'm yelling at.

"But you two deserve to know? What have you two ever done? NOTHING! That's what you've done, but you deserve to know?"

"Harry, we're really really sor-"

"Yeah you're sorry; what a weak word that is."

In front of me, Fred and George apparate in, looking very mischievous and shocked:

"Hear hear Harry; we thought we heard your dulcet tones!"

Infuriated with my two best friends, I shove both the twins out of the way, which causes Ron to say:

"Harry, chill out mate. We've said we're sorry; what more can we do?"

In complete shock, I turn around and retaliate with

"You could have been there for me. You could have said we miss you Harry. But you didn't. Are you're not sorry; you just want your 'famous' best friend back. Well I'm sorry Ron, but at the minute, I can't forgive you – I can't even look at you."

And with that, I brush past the stack of papers near the door, and swing down the stairs, leaving all four of them staring in complete shock at my departing figure. I sprint down the stairs, and sit at the bottom of them, half in the shadows, letting the tears from inside me spill out, gushing, into my hands. I'm beginning to feel awful about what I said to my best friends, but it's all true, all the ill feelings towards them I have been feeling throughout this past 5 weeks just got vented out at them.

The kitchen door opens, and I quickly wipe away my tears hoping that the person didn't see. It is tonks, but unfortunately she saw, and asks quietly

"Hey Harry, whats up?"

"nothing," I reply, "I just had an argument with Ron and Hermione."

"ahhhh honey," Tonks replies and gives me a much needed hug. The feelings earlier for tonks seem to be resurfacing; sweetness, closeness, companionship for eternity. No, they can't be right; I mean… I don't know, we could be together, but would she ever go for a 15 year old boy wizard who has serious anger and trouble problems? No, probably not. Maybe, just maybe, when I get to know her better…. Yes maybe. And if I'm expelled, that's a lot longer. I smile yet tonks keeps hugging me, and although I no longer need comforting, I cling on until she remembers the reason she left the kitchen was to gather us all for dinner. Therefore, I let go, and smile as she smiles back.

I really am beginning to like her. Maybe, just maybe….

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