All I Wanted

PROLOGUE

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At first I wanted to join the Order to help fight, you know? Wanted to give that bastard, You-Know-Who, a run for his money. Well, maybe I'd leave that to Dumbledore. But, regardless, I still went to Hogwarts to sign up or take the test or whatever it is I had to do to get in, not once dreaming that I'd get rejected. I mean, I had just gotten my Auror's license!

Well, I walked up those way too familiar stairs, watching my footing carefully. But to no avail, because I still slid and landed on my butt. Of course even two years after graduation, I still couldn't get up those godforsaken stairs!

"Want a hand?" I looked up to see a rather attractive man holding his hand out to me. He had soft, mousy-brown hair covered in lighter streaks of brown, if that were possible. His soft gray eyes looked as if they were trying to conceal laughing at my clumsiness. Whatever, I laugh at the crap I do all the time anyway.

"Thanks," I said, taking his surprisingly rough hand. He helped me up and I brushed my midnight black hair out of my face. I often took a somewhat threatening form nowadays. Less people bug you if you have three ear-piercings in both ears, a stud, another stud in your nose, two in your eyebrow, and are decked out in black with a cloak that billows out behind you if you walk right.

"Excuse me for asking, but what are you doing here?" the mysterious man asked.

See? People respect you if you've got the right look.

"Oh, I'm on my way to see the Headmaster," I said casually. No matter how much I found this man attractive, I couldn't let him know what I was there for.

"I see, you're trying to get into the order."

Well, would you look at that? Cute and smart! Big bonus!

"Yes," I said professionally, secretly hoping he'd hold out his arm to escort me.

"Well, I'm on my way to see him as well, care to join me?" I smiled and nodded, though he didn't lend me his arm. Well, I knew he wouldn't, but you never know. We walked up that last step (yes I fell with one-step left, I swear the castle hates my guts!) and entered the school.

"I'm Nymphadora Tonks," I said. "But if you call me 'Nymphadora', I'll have to kill you. I go by Tonks."

"Alright Tonks," the man said.

"Well?" I said after a minute of silence had passed.

He jumped and stared at me, an eyebrow cocked. Not so smart then.

"What's your name?" I pressed.

"Actually, I'm already in the order, and I therefore, am not allowed to tell you my name." He looked frightened of offending me.

"Oh, well—I'm an auror, so does that count for anything?"

He shook his head, "But if it makes you feel any better I hope you do make it."

That brightened me up, "Thanks Mystery Dude."

He laughed. It was one of those laughs that you can tell people really need once in awhile too. His laugh just made me evermore determined to join the Order. I had to know is name!

"Well, here we are, you can go first, since what I'm dealing with may take time," he muttered a password that sounded like 'Droobles Best Blowing Gum' which is a goofy password, but the gargoyle jumped aside to admit me.

I decided I didn't need this guise in front of Dumbledore, that and it might hurt my chances of getting to be in the order. I scrunched up my nose and heard the clatter of all my rings falling to the floor. My hair lengthened and turned a light brown, my skin going back to a more natural color as opposed to ghostly white.

I let out a sigh of relief, "Much better."

"You're a Metamorphmagus!" He nearly shouted in shock as I summoned my rings into my hand before returning them to a pouch I kept hidden in my pocket.

"You didn't honestly think I'd go in to talk to The Dumbledore like that did you?" He did, I'll bet anything on it!

"Well good luck," he said avoiding my question. I nodded and headed up the stairs, knocking softly on the door at the top.

"Come in," called a voice that sounded tired.

In I came, looking much more professional now.

"Hello Professor," I said.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you back at Hogwarts so soon, Nymphadora?" Damn, how'd he know that? I had to exercise control from snapping out that I hated being called that.

"Well, I'm an auror now," that's right got my license about three months ago! (That's what you get for graduating early!) "And I'd like to join the Order of the Phoenix to help battle against You-Know-Who." There got it all out. Fast, simple, and strait to the point, just the way I like it. But you know Dumbledore, always doing something unexpected. He sat there shaking his head.

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Tonks, but I can't allow you to join our efforts."

My jaw dropped. "Professor, I—I mean, I don't understand! I've got the skills, and plenty of great disguises! I mean, that guy down there didn't even realize what I was until I changed! And I know that my being a Metamorphmagus would be a major weapon, seeing as there are only three accounted for in the whole of Britain!"

"Miss Tonks, take no offense to this please. I am not trying to insult your skills, and yes you're right, having a Metamorphmagus would be a major advantage, but I'm afraid you're just too young. I'm sorry to say that I don't hope you'll ever end up being old enough. Hopefully the war will be over by the time you are. But nineteen is too ripe. You're just starting life; take a shot at it before you decide this is the life for you."

Too young. That's all I ever was: too this, too that. No matter what I did! It was even more disappointing knowing that I wouldn't get to learn the stranger's name.

"Alright, Professor, I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"Rest assured, it is never a waste of time to talk to you,"

"Thank-you, Professor, have a good day," I said dully and left. I came out through the gargoyle to find the mystery man waiting. He stood there with his soft gray eyes searching my face for a reaction.

"I guess I'll never know your name then," I said looking to the floor.

"Why didn't he let you in?" The gray eyes were of concern.

"I'm only seventeen, I guess that's too young for him," saying it only made me feel worse.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"

"Me? I'm twenty-two,"

"How old were you when you joined?"

"Twenty,"

"Well, I would hate to say I wanted this war to last long." He nodded and sighed, "I'd really like to know your name." I added and he looked up.

"You seem like a nice girl, you wouldn't want a guy like me." He said and walked quickly up the stairs. Just like that this guy was out of my life. I re-pierced myself and went back outside heading for the ministry, where my work piled up every second I was away.

Days went by and I always secretly hoped the war would last till my twenty-first birthday at least. I know, I'm horrible, but it's what I wanted. Then, two months after my twentieth birthday, a marvelously terrible thing happened. Yeah, I contradict myself a lot, but it was happy and horrid at the same time! I hadn't known the Potters, nor had I known Peter Pettigrew. All I know is I found myself being called out to search high and low for my mother's "dearest cousin" Sirius Black.

Well, we caught him and my mother was amazed to learn that he'd killed all those innocent people. Apparently she wasn't the only one, though. Owl upon owl swooped in asking if we were completely sure Black had done it. Course, I learned later that these were all ex-girlfriends he'd had in school. It was the first time I was really reminded of the mysterious man. I had decided that the guy had a commitment issue and Sirius obviously had one, not that it mattered. The war was over and I was never going to find the name of that strangely kind man, not that I wouldn't try.

Years passed and I found myself wishing at times the war had not ended only to scold myself for thinking such a terrible thought. So much death had come, but excitement was what I looked forward to for work. We were overloaded with aurors now and there wasn't enough excitement. Maybe a few anti-muggle busts here and there but nothing really out there.

Then it happened. I was eating breakfast in my lonely apartment one morning when I got this owl. I opened it and it read:

Dear Not-Nymphadora-Or-I'll-Kill-You,

I don't know if you're still interested in helping the Order against Voldemort, or if

you believe what the ministry has to say on the matter, but if you are interested,

Professor Dumbledore has asked me to contact anyone I thought might join up.

Please return your answer by this owl only. Hoping to see you again,

"Mystery Dude"


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