Ok well you will all be happy to hear that I have (for the first time ever) finished a story before starting to post it so this won't be a WIP for long *woop*

hope you all like it and please review (makes my day)

gelly

A little drop of poison

Tropical rain poured down on to London's old cobbled streets, drowning out all other noises. This didn't bother most people as they didn't mind the rain; it washed off the filth and grime that had built up over the years. But a much bigger factor was that, most people couldn't feel the blistering cold wind, which accompanied the rain as those lucky people were wrapped up in at least, five hideous Christmas jumpers that a bonkers Aunt had made them.

However, some people didn't have the luxury of a crazy Aunt that would knit for you. In fact, Tonks was more likely to end up dead if she even asked for a hideous Christmas jumper, with a crude animal on, let only get one.

So Tonks had accepted this inconvenience so instead, had become accustomed to sprinting everywhere to avoid being out in the cold for long periods of time. Tonks thought this was a brilliant idea! However, she was beginning to regret the Christmas bells around her neck, wrist, and ankles, as every single person in front of her had whipped round in surprize expecting to see a herd of reindeers thundering towards them.

Then continued to stare at her unusual choice of clothing, a ruby-red cloak, a band t-shirt (for a band they had never heard of) ragged jeans, which were now soaked to the bone, and muddy combat boots.

Tonks leaped up the last steps of number 12 Grimmauld place concentrating extremely hard not to slip on the wet surface, and smacking her head on the hand rail.

Wrenching the door open, she shook her drenched hair like a dog, spraying water everywhere before summoning a towel and began to dry her hair as she walked down the corridor. This of course, was a fatal mistake as the towel blocked her view, and her feet caught on her mortal enemy: the troll umbrella stand.

As she tumbled towards the floor, desperately battling with the towel to free her hands, but it was too late. She collided with a heavy stone pillar sending a 'priceless' glass vase which adorned it, tumbling towards the oak floor.

"damn it," she moaned clambering to her feet. Only now becoming aware of the massive racket she had caused dread washed over her, in any other house this would be fine, but not in this one.

The moth eaten curtains flung open with a mighty force, revealing a life sized portrait of the late Mrs Black. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the smashed vase, her eyes flicked to the pink haired witch "Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks be gone from this place!" she shrieked

This was turning into quite a bad day for the witch and she had just about enough of it. She was in control, not some panting and she was going to prove it!

"Oh! Shut up you evil, wretched, monster!" screamed Tonks her anger uncontrollable, she whipped out her wand and aimed straight for the painting. "Intereo-Malum!" She roared. A dark, blood red light blasted out of the end of her wand hitting Mrs. Black right in her flabbergasted face.

There was utter silence, Shock plastered on the painting's face, as if time had stopped.

Suddenly the ancient room exploded into madness. The painting's wall exploded out sending bricks and stone flying tearing apart the painting, Dust engulfed the entire room; shards of burnt wallpaper floated down to the floor, a mysterious gas began to seep out of what remand of the wall. Tonks beamed at her own brilliance but he smile left as soon as it had come, as she began to choke on the mysterious gas, it gripped her lungs setting them aflame, leaving her gasping for air, only to inhale more of the deadly gas. Maybe that was not such a good idea after all she thought as the toxins overpowered her body and she collapsed in to darkness.

Remus step through the threshold. His eyes started to sting from the smoke that filled room "Merlin's sake Tonks if you have tried to cook again! We've been through this, you are not to be left alone with the oven on!" chucking at his own joke.

He made his way through the smoke, waving his arms in front of him, as he did his throat began to tickle, thinking nothing of it he cleared his throat as a lump began to form and continued. Now near the middle of the room, he got the full force of the strange smoke.

Tasting something that wasn't burnt food. His face became suddenly serious "Hello, is anybody in here?" he asked, his throat continued to throb and his eyes began to sting.

His breath became more rapid and wheezed as the smoke thickened; soon he began to feel tired and groggy as his eyes slipped in and out of focus. Feeling the sudden scorching on his skin looking down at his hands, they had turned a blotchy red colour and dotted in shiny specs of dust that burnt away his skin like embers through paper.

Only one thing could do that to his skin- silver. Clutching his throat, he began to cough violently. Tasting his own blood in the back of his mouth, every breath he took slowly killing him.

Stumbling forward, his legs losing the strength to hold his weight, he saw a blurred black, New Rock boot poking out of the smoke.

He gasped "Dora!" as he lurched toward her. Her were eyes closed and she was as cold as ice. How long had she been there? He panicked, he quickly took her in his arms, but the extra weight was unexpected by his now slaughtered body.

Tumbling back down on to the floor, the carpet now covered in sliver shards the splinters digging in to his knees like razors. He tried again willing his limbs to stand and move towards the door.

The clean air of the staircase to the kitchen was like heaven to him. Gentle warmth filled his entire body, soothing his inner burns he looked down at Tonks, she hadn't stirred. He began to panic as her realised smoke was slowly seeping through the bottom of the door. He had to get Dora away from the smoke before any more damage was done; he scooped her up in his arms and proceeded to stagger down to the kitchen.

To his horror, he found it empty and barely lit

ok first chap done (i know its quite short) but i will be putting the rest up soon =)

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