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Warning: I am doing this how I want to do it. Books disregarded… Well, I might include a few things from them. But I am making this mine. Don't get too angry.
My Word: The above two will go for all chapters. See this again, and it's for good reason.
"Yea alright, I'll catch you guys later." Nymphadora Tonks called back to the group as she left the house. They'd tried to tell her not to leave, begged her really. Each of them saying something or other about it being a bad night, or at least that's what it sounded like. She hadn't really been paying attention. She wanted to go home to her apartment, and sleep in her own bed. And it was only until she was far from the house before she realized that she was walking on a moon lit path. Moonlight from that of a full moon.
Tonks' heart and feet stopped at the same time as her mind began to race with thought, and then her own heart followed after it, as it began to race. Here she was, alone, in the dark and out in the country side. And on a part of the country side that was widely known by the wizarding world to have one of the most dangerous werewolves in all of Britain, if not, the world. She moved swiftly and quickly, drawing her wand and lighting it with the murmured word "Lumos." She knew her wand wasn't going to do her too good, but at least it was a start. She took a look around, scanning the lit area that her wand brought to sight, and then trying to see beyond that. She might just be able to bind and catch one of those infamous werewolves. But what she would do after that was a mystery to even her own mind.
And it was then, as that thought crossed her mind, a piercing howl sounded into the dark night. So deep, long and loud, that it was sure to haunt any soul to hear it. Tonks herself was truly terrified as she spun to her right, squinting into the shadows of that beyond the light of her wand. A twig snapping made her heart jolt, and she was unable to stop herself as she spun around and ran in the opposite direction. She kept a firm grip on her wand as she gave running her all. Her breathing coming in ragged gasps for air, and nothing but a blur of light by her side as her wand stayed lit.
And then there, panting with a sort of lopsided grin, the werewolf followed swiftly behind her. Always staying a few paces back. This one was taunting with her, playing with its food. Food? Was that what Tonks had been reduced too. She was perhaps one of the youngest members of the Order, in love with a werewolf, and here she was running from a completely different werewolf that planned on either turning her, or ripping her into shreds. Oh, what a lovely thought that was.
She didn't know how long she was running for, or how she ended up inside of dark woods, before she tripped over a large out grown root, and the werewolf veered off into the shadows of the trees circling her. Letting low growls of warning, or the odd, bone chilling howl, that sounded oddly enough like happy sounds. Tonks was scolding herself now. For being as stupid as she had been to not listen, accept and stay at her friends.
Panting still, Tonks gripped her wand firmly as she held it up to better try to defend herself. Though she was not physically exerting herself, the terror of what just may happen to her had the young woman's heart racing. She could barely remember to breath, let alone keep it even. Rustling and snapping twigs were getting closer, and closer. They'd be upon her at any moment, she just knew it. It was just a matter of figuring out where from so that she could protect herself.
She was so focused on looking in front of her that she didn't notice the werewolf breathing in her ear until it was too late. Drool was dripping down onto her shoulder, and a deep pleased sort of sound was coming from those oh so deadly jaws that hovered just next to her ear. Glistening white, razor sharp fangs were just in her line of sight. Either they were about to clamp down on her neck, or the claws of a large paw like hand, that she could just see out of the corner of her other eye, were going to slash at her and rip her open.
Tonks was torn with what to do. She could sit there, terrified, wand clutched tightly and barely breathing as her heart hammered away inside of her chest. Or she could move as quickly as her body would allow and try to throw a spell at the giant beast. Her eyes closed, and she sucked in a breath, where it caught in her throat as the werewolf turned its great head and began to sniff her. With a shaky hand, Tonks saw her chance. Turning it carefully, trying not to make a sound, she had it pointed at what she hoped was the beast's body and before she could even utter a spell. The beast lurched backwards, howling and whimpering in pain. She spun quickly, backing away. She scurried across the ground, and watched. Sunlight was shining on that of the body of the beast that was in front of her, as it contorted and jerked. "Sunlight…?" She whispered under her breath. She looked up at the brightening sky. How long had she sat there with beast circling her? How long had she run from it? How long had it sniffed, and drooled on her shoulder?
A cry of pain brought her attention back to what was going on before her. She'd seen Remus change so many times, but this was different. The way they were moving, the form of the body was shapely and curved. Her head tilted in interest as she watched the body of a young woman, younger then her form. A blush tinted her cheeks as she realized she was staring in a little more then interest, but with a mild wanting. She shook her head and looked away from now naked form that lay on the cold hard ground. A groan came from the other before she made no more movement or sound. A shot of panic shot through Tonks, and then a need to help. She got up quickly, killing the light from her wand as she conjured up a blanket. She wrapped the younger woman in it, and then in strength that even surprised her, picked her up and Apparated to her house. Wanting to hit herself for not doing it earlier, but her stubbornness had gotten her out the door and into the cool night air for a walk.
Yea, some walk that turned out to be. I ended up running for my life, and now I'm saving the one that pretty much tried to kill me. Tonks, you are too soft sometimes. She scolded herself in thought as she carefully set the girl down onto her couch. She left her there, still wrapped in a blanket as she walked over to her desk to write a little letter. Remus was more then likely ill, having taken that aconite potion she'd been told about. But he'd still be able to tell her what to do with the younger woman sleeping on her couch.
She attached it to her owl's leg, sending him on his way before writing a little note for her guest. She set it on the coffee table before her, moved a strand of hair out of her face and then went to her bedroom. She was too tired to stay up and wait for a response owl, and definitely too tired to stay up and wait for that girl to get up. Sleep first, and then maybe her mind would begin to function properly.
Without changing out of her clothes, or without pulling the covers back. Tonks plopped down onto her bed, closed her eyes and dozed off into a deep slumber.
Six hours later
Young Jessie Walker had woken up and began to shift and squirm, as she tried to get free of the material that bound her. And after a half hour of struggle she broke free and ended up on the floor next to the couch, with the blanket on top of her as she came to realize that someone had found her and brought her to their house, or quite possibly an apartment, all wrapped up. Who… Where the bloody hell am I? She thought to herself, kicking the blanket off before standing up to take a look around. She hummed, it was a great looking place compared to hers. Which just so happened to be a muggle car. She let out a breath as she nodded in approval before bending to pick up the blanket. She paused, and frowned. A note? For me? She picked it up, and began to read it at once. Forgetting her self assigned task of picking up and folding the blanket she'd been wrapped up in.
Hi there,
I'm Tonks, and you're in my apartment. I'll be happy to tell you all that happened, up to the process of me bringing you home wrapped up in that blanket. If you stick around, all things will be told. If not, please, feel free to take the blanket. But know that you are in the middle of London; all eyes will be on you.
Tonks.
Jessie sighed, setting the note back down. She picked up the blanket, and folded it nicely before setting it down on the couch. She decided to take a look around. She scooped out the living room, closing the curtains as she passed them and then wound her way into the kitchen. And that is where her little self tour stopped. Despite being naked, and not in her own place, she began to dig around. Finding where things were, and then starting to cook. Very narrowly avoiding burning herself many times.
Tonks shifted, sweet smells drifting up and into her nose. It was waking her up. With a bit of a groan, and a lot of effort, she rolled herself out of bed onto her feet. Still tired, her eyes half shut, and her pink hair a tangled mess, she followed her nose to the sweet scent of breakfast in the kitchen. Where she found her naked house guest cooking just like that, naked as the day she was born. Tonks' cheeks flushed "What are you doing?" She asked harshly, her voice thick and groggy with sleep. Jessie spun around "Oh! You're up! And you must be Tonks." She said, grinning at her. "Thank you for bringing me here. And I would have waited for you to get up, but I couldn't. Hunger got to me first." Jessie tilted her head and looked Tonks over "Do you always sleep fully dressed and ready for battle?" she asked with a smirk. It only provided to make Tonks flush a shade or two darker before she burst out "Do you always cook naked?!" She wiped off her coat quickly and smoothly before walking briskly over to cover her guest with it. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you not comfortable?"
"No." Tonks said; face still flushed as she moved away. "Well, I'm sorry. You can call me Jessie by the way. And if you don't mind, I am going to finish cooking. I suggest you go and change. Maybe shower. Your hairs a mess." Jessie said with ease and honesty that made Tonks uncomfortable. The way the girl said it, made it sound as though she'd known her a fairly long time. Something that Tonks didn't like too much as she sighed, knowing that the younger girl was right and that she should shower and change. She said nothing as she left her kitchen, forgetting that her wand was within the pocket of her coat on her guest, as her mind was set on a nice hot shower and a change of clothes. Clothes? I wonder if I have any that will fit her… She can't go walking around in my coat, naked underneath. Tonks thought as she started the shower. Maybe some of the ones that I don't wear anymore. She thought, slowly stripping herself down.
Jessie was happily and busily bustling around the kitchen, preparing a meal for both herself and Tonks. She had plates set up all nice and perfect, utensils on each side. And she was moving swiftly from the stove over to the little table, leaving food one the plates in a nice, but messy display. A smirk on her lips as she heard the shower. She was one to usually have a shower at this time, and for a moment the thought to join her played in her mind. But the logic of the human within her beat down that animalistic desire. It would not be proper to go waltzing into her shower, with her occupying it. It would give her a right good fright. Especially if she doesn't go that way. Her thoughts stopped there as there was a tap on the window. She looked, it was an owl. With a frown and tilt of her head, she walked over to let it in.
Tonks stepped out the shower, drying herself of thoroughly with a towel as she turned the water off. That had been the shortest shower she'd ever taken. She left her dirty clothes on a pile on the bathroom floor, noting to herself that she would clean it up later as she moved into her room to get dressed. The whole entire fact that she had a guest never once occurred to her as she walked across the hall, drying her hair, and into her room. "The foods done!" being called is what snapped her attention too and she rushed to cover herself and hide in her room. A melodic laugh reached her ears "I wasn't in the hall."
"Like I knew that." Tonks muttered as she began to dress. Carefully picking out her best, though why she was, beat out her best thoughts. And now fully dressed, she stepped out of her room and followed the sweet smell of food once again. And upon entering the kitchen she was caught by surprise to find her house guest once again naked and wielding her wand to wash the pans she dirtied. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?!" she burst out, rushing to take her wand from the girl. Who was blinking at her in pure shock. "I didn't expect you to be that quick." Jessie said, stooping to pick up the coat and cover herself. "You're a Metamorphmagus, aren't you? Naturally pink hair… A wand. You have to at least be a witch." the young werewolf said, eying Tonks as she backed up. It took Tonks a moment before realization dawned on her, and she was quick to recover and shoot questions back. "So what if I am a Metamorphmagus? A witch just naturally fits into that, now doesn't it? And how does a werewolf like you know how to use a wand? Don't suppose you're like Remus Lupin, are you?"
"Remus Lupin?" Jessie repeated with a confused frown. "The one that just sent you that letter over there." She said, pointing at an obviously opened letter on the kitchen counter. Tonks stuffed her wand into her pocket "Why did you open it?! And he's another werewolf I know, and he's a trained wizard." She said, snatching up the letter. It got stuffed into her pocket as she eyed the younger girl "Follow me please." she said, turning on heal and walking back to her room. The soft padding of feet told her that Jessie was just behind her. Once in her room, she showed her the clothes that she had surprised herself in laying out just before leaving her room. "Try those on. You can't go walking around nude. Especially when I have to take you back to your place the muggle way." Tonks said, before swiftly leaving the room to let the younger girl change in peace.
Jessie eyed the clothes and examined them carefully before she deemed them safe enough, and she slipped into them. Surprised to find them a near perfect fit. All of it, including the underwear, ones that she suspected were conjured up, were just quite loose. She wiggled her butt, trying to find a nice position for the knickers she wore when the door opened and Tonks walked in to see the nicely shaped ass wiggling at her. Jessie froze instantly, her cheeks flushing. "They're all a little big, I was trying to get comfortable." she said, talking to the floor and Tonks' feet. Which Tonks was glad for as her face was flushed as well. "I can fix that." she said simply, drawing her wand. She gave it a bit of a flick and all that was loose now fit nicely and snugly on the smaller built and younger girl. "Thank you." Jessie said with a nod before quickly slipping past Tonks to go back out into the kitchen. Tonks, with dirty collected clothes in hand, tossed them over to her bed before following the others lead. Letter in hand, and looking down as she read and walked.
Tonks,
I can't say that I am too pleased to hear that you have picked up and taken a young werewolf back to your apartment. She could be dangerous. But seeing as how you already did, the best you can do is feed her something. And give her some chocolate. I find that it really helps. Once you have both eaten, collect her and come to head quarters. We can talk then.
Remus.
It was a quiet meal for the most part, but one of the best Tonks had ever tasted. She could easily place it right up there with Mrs. Weasley's. So, because neither seemed intent on talking, she let out small and barely heard sounds of satisfaction. Jessie smiled as she ate, just picking up the sounds. Glad that there was something she could do to pay the older girl back. She finally called up the guts as she cleared her throat "Do you like it?" Tonks paused and looked up, she swallowed what was in her mouth and smiled back at Jessie politely "Yes. It is really quite good."
"That's good. I'm glad you like it." Jessie replied with a nod, turning her attention back to her meal. "Um, could you tell me how you found me?" She questioned, glancing up.
"I never found you." Tonks said, gazing at the younger girl before slowly starting to tell her tale. It was quick, and with little detail. But Jessie got the idea. "I'm sorry." She was quick to apologize. "I have no control over what happens, and I'm glad that I didn't hurt you. I hate it when I hurt… Or kill people." She said, looking down at her plate still. Tonks didn't know what to say after that, so she conjured up some chocolate and placed it next to Jessie's plate. "Eat that." She said simply, standing with her plate and moving towards the kitchen and the sink. "Thank you." Jessie replied quietly, lifting the bar up and taking a good chunk out of it. Looking down at her plate, she realized that it was empty and so, with her free hand, lifted it and moved to follow after Tonks with it, when it, and the rest of what was on the table flew past her. Jessie blinked in surprise "Uh, I can clean those for you if you want!" She called into Tonks, with a mouth full of chocolate. "No, I got it." Tonks called back, already putting clean dishes away. Which Jessie saw as she walked into the kitchen. She was about to offer to do it, when she noticed there was no point as the older woman was done, and turning around. "Come on." She said, taking Jessie by the arm and leading her out of the apartment door. She locked it, and let go of the younger girls arm to put her coat on as they walked down the hall.
Jessie had a curious look on her face as she walked along behind Tonks, happily eating her chocolate. "Where are we going?" She asked, but got no response out of Tonks. She seemed too preoccupied in making sure that no one was around. Jessie didn't take too being ignored, and with a bit of the foil that had been around the bar of chocolate. Tossed it at Tonks' head, instead of hitting her head, it sort of got caught in her hair. Jessie had to stifle a giggle. She had to do that again. Her question far and long gone from her mind as she tried to see how many pieces of foil she could get stuck into the back of the pink hair. It had become a game for her, and it all had to be done before Tonks turned and noticed.
Out of the sixty seven that Jessie had tossed at the pink hair, fifty eight of them stuck. Which meant that nine of them were lost. But it was such a great success to Jessie, as it meant that she was victorious. Not once had Tonks noticed. And now that they were before their destination, which Jessie found curious as she looked at the long block of houses that were all connected. Tonks was constantly looking around before she did something, something that Jessie didn't catch, and suddenly they were all moving. "Amazing these muggles. Never notice a thing, do they?" Tonks looked at her, the smallest hint of a smirk in that smile of hers as she shook her head. "Never do notice anything. Now you go first." She said, grabbing and then pushing Jessie forward. With a large sigh, Jessie listened going forward. But oh how she wished she could see how many of the bits of foil had fallen out of the older woman's hair, if any at all. And still, she was rather reluctant to go into this house, not knowing who lived there and why she was there to begin with. Does this have something to do with that letter I never got to properly read? Damn owl anyway, had to go and bite me. She thought bitterly, turning her attention down to her finger as she was pushed into the darkness of the house.
"Ah, Tonks. How good it is to see you, but I was not expecting you here so soon." The voice of an older man said, causing Jessie to jump. Tonks was quick and careful to move around her and hug the older man, and with a tilt of her head, Jessie wonder what the relationship between the two of them was. And it seemed that was going to have to wait as Jessie took notice in the fact that he was a werewolf, the look in his eyes and marks on his face were undeniable. He was the Remus Lupin that Tonks had referred too. And suddenly Jessie didn't feel as safe as she did before, and turned to leave. "Not so fast there young one. I have much to talk to you about." Remus said, a hand of his now placed on Jessie's shoulder. She turned her head to look at him, only now noticing that he was one of the few that looked older then he was because of this curse. All she could do was nod as she turned to follow him, Tonks trialing behind. The bits of foil in her hair still unnoticed by Lupin, or Tonks herself. And the house seemed too empty for anyone else to walk by and see them. And that made her feel a little better, only a little.