Disclaimer: Don't own. Kinda' obvious.

A/N: For those that didn't get it right. The last Chapter's song was 'Too Much, Too Young' by 'The Specials'

For all those who say 'update soon', I want you all to know that I am now going to update this story every 3 days with the exception of when I'm holiday. If I do miss a post I will try to make up for it with multi-posts for the next one.

Chapter 3 – How?

Tonks had been teaching Harry for little 2 hours and already she was impressed with how quickly he could learn. She had started by seeing what spells he new already and after that had gone about getting him to master them all wordless. He had managed to get his last spell done about ten minutes earlier although he still had trouble doing the patronus at all. Tonks supposed that Harry was probably still a bit depressed about his Godfather.

Harry was sitting at the side of the training room, looking a little worse for wear. Tonks slid down the wall to sit next to him.

'Wow, he looks so hot when he's tired. You know what? I don't care about the age difference; I have to tell him how I feel.'

Harry meanwhile was trying to think of a way to get Tonks to tell him how she changes without letting on that he might be a Metamorphagus. So far he had come up with nothing that didn't seem way too obvious. He would have to keep trying. He really didn't want to make a fool of himself if he wasn't so he would try to do it alone at first.

"O.K. then Harry that was some good work but I'm hungry now."

"I'll make you something. My Aunt and Uncle shouldn't be back yet so I can get some stuff from downstairs 'cause there's nothing in my fridge."

"Yeah, we'll go shopping tomorrow and maybe get you some clothes at the same… wait? You can cook?"

"Well, yes. Lotsa' people can you know?"

'Wow. Handsome, good to talk to and he cooks. What more could I want?'

"I'll be back in a second." Harry sped out the door and came back about a minute later with a bag with stuff in it.

"Ooh, what is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see and no peeking while I cook." Tonks let out an annoyed grunt and sat down on the sofa.

"Wow Harry. This stuff is absolutely amazing! What did you call it again?"

"Well, it's pasta with tomato and basil sauce. With baby sweet corn at the side"

"Mmm, it's great."

Tonks still couldn't believe her luck that she had managed to convince Harry to share a single bed. She had made up many excuses like 'we've shared one before so what's the harm'. Besides, she had said, it's nice sleeping with you. It's really relaxing and calm. Harry had blushed a bit at that point but eventually he gave in.

It had been three days since Tonks moved in and Harry now had a kitchen stocked with food although he had managed to convince Tonks that he didn't need clothes just yet as long as he promised to go by the end of the week. Harry was about a quarter of a way through sixth year magic already but no matter how much Tonks pleaded, she couldn't get him to show her his patronus.

"O.K. then Tonks. I'll make you a deal. You can take me clothes shopping but if it takes longer than an hour and a half then you'll have to cook for a change."

"Well Harry It's your death wish. I'll tell you what. If it takes more than two hours I'll stop repeatedly telling about that cute guy I met in aisle ten while we were shopping. Deal?"

Harry sighed before agreeing. "Deal. But I am going to teach you to cook one of these days. Can't live with me for ever after all."

In the end it took about three hours for Tonks to finally decide she was happy with what she had got for Harry. He had got seven shirts, three pairs of jeans, two tracksuit bottoms (Tonks said they would start a fitness regime soon), a dozen boxers and a watch. Tonks had insisted that she pay for it and Harry had to agree because he had no muggle money. But he did say that he would pay for some of the next things that needed paying for.

When they got back to the apartment, Harry chucked all of his new clothes onto the floor and sagged down on to the sofa. "I am never setting foot in another clothes store again."

"Oh come on. That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"No it's not. You wouldn't let me sit down once and I'm pretty sure that the shop clerk was eyeing me up."

"What's wrong with a girl taking an interest in you?"

"It was a man!"

"So?"

"Forget it. I'm just gonna' go and make some food. Any Preference?"

"Nope. Whatever's fine."

Harry came back into the living room with some toasted cheese sandwiches. They talked about stuff while they ate. Harry found out that Tonks had been at Hogwarts for one year while he was there and Tonks had found out several of the things that had happened to Harry during his years there. Harry had left out some of the harsher details because he didn't want to have her pitying him.

Harry sat for a bit, thinking before he finally decided that the Metamorphagus question had waited long enough. He chose a way of asking that didn't seem too make it too obvious that he thought he was one.

"Um, Tonks?"

""Yes Harry."

"Well, you know you're Metamorphagus powers?"

"Yes?" Tonks answered, slightly concerned,

"Well, you know you can change into anything. I was just wondering, could you…"

'Oh god, he's gonna' ask me to change. Guh! Why did I think he'd be any different than the others? He's just like the rest.'

"…could you tell me how you do change?"

"Wha'?" Tonks almost yelled, amazed. 'Maybe he's not like the others' "Why do you want to know that Harry?"

"Um, just curious."

"Well, I guess I just imagine what I want to look like and then, my magic just kinda' flows to that area and changes it."

"Huh? Sounds hard."

"It's not really. Where most budding Metamorphagi fail is trying to push it too much. You just kinda' have to let it flow."

'That explains the soiling myself.' Harry thought a little bit glumly.

"O.K. then Tonks thanks for explaining." 'I'll try that later when she's not around.' He said to himself. 'If she's ever not around, that is.' Luckily, Harry's wish was fulfilled. Tonks explained that she had to go to an order meeting that night.

"Stupid Order meetings. All we ever do is sit there and talk about how bad things are. And we never do anything about it! It's so much more fun just to stay here talking to you. You know what I'll pick up a TV on the way back. A nice one. Maybe a DVD player too. I had one of those in my old apartment. Hmm… too bad it broke, eh?"

"Alright then Tonks, I'll see you later." Tonks apparated away to the meeting and Harry quickly dashed into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

'O.K. Just visualize what I want to look like. Longer hair. Let the magic in me flow to the area.' Harry closed his eyes and tried to relax as much as possible to let the magic flow better. Though he was careful not to relax too much. He didn't want another accident again.

He had been standing in front of the mirror for about an hour and the only thing to happen was him nodding off and hitting his head on the mirror. He opened his eyes to look at himself. No change. He sighed and closed his eyes again. How was he supposed to know what it feels like for magic to flow? He tried thinking about how it felt with his wand. There was always a slight tingling before and after when he used it. He tried to imagine that feeling in his hair.

The tingling sensation shot from his chest and up past his face, making him laugh a bit. It shot up into his hair and out of the ends. Harry opened his eyes. He gaped at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was twice his normal length and skimming his shoulders.

'Wow. It worked' Harry ran a hand through his hair, the weight of it was keeping it don and actually made him look quite presentable. 'Hmm. Maybe I should keep it like this more often.' Shaking himself from his train of thought he set out for his next task. Changing back.

After the first time he knew what it felt like so he could change back in about two minutes. He then set about trying to change the colour of his hair. It was about the same feeling and he could eventually manage to fade from one colour to another with relative ease.

He could hear knocking at the door and wondered how long he had been standing in front of the mirror for. Shaking it off, he changed back to his normal self and answered the door.

"Wotcha Harry."

"Hey Tonks. How was the meeting?"

"Well, Dumbledore had asked how I was doing guarding you and I told him that I was training you. He seemed pretty O.K. with it. Especially when I told him about you're magic tracker. So we're all clear for the training then."

"Great. Any news on Voldemort? Hey! You didn't flinch or anything."

"Yeah, I kept repeating his name over and over in my head while doing random stuff over the last week or so. Got me some weird looks from my co-workers when I kept flinching all the time. But eventually I got over it. Voldemort. Voldemort. See. Voldemort. Voldemo…"

"O.K. I get it. So any news?"

"Nothing much. Snape says he's gathering forces after some of his best got captured at the Department of Mysteries thing." A pang of guilt shot through Harry's body. He hadn't thought about Sirius for days. How could he be so selfish?

Tonks obviously noticed the look on Harry's face because she shook him violently and said "look. I miss Sirius too. But you can't go beating yourself up every time you think about him. It wasn't your fault. O.K.?" The way Tonks said it made it more convincing than when other people did and Harry lightened up a bit.

"Hey, I know how to cheer you up. I got a big TV!" Tonks started patting down around her body trying to remember where she put it. Then she remembered and, completely unembarrassed, put her hand down the front of her top. She rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out a small TV which she quickly made bigger and placed in front of the sofa.

"You kept it in your cleavage?" Said Harry, blushing a little.

Tonks gave him a sheepish grin and replied. "Yeah well, I don't have pockets in these jeans and it was the second easiest place to put it."

"Second easiest?" Asked Harry, not liking where his was going.

"Yeah. You might wanna' give me some privacy while I get the DVD player out." Harry turned bright red and span round quickly. Tonks let out a chuckle. "It's O.K. Harry I was only joking. I've got the DVD player in my bra too." Tonks blushed a little, realizing what she had just said. "Alright then, anyway. Um… I got a couple of movies. Let's see there's 'The Matrix' or there's 'Shawn of the Dead', which I haven't seen before but it says it's a romantic comedy - with zombies, which I thought sounded quite nice.

Harry stood staring at Tonks for a second before asking, "Tonks? Do you even know what zombies are?"

"Well, of course… I mean… it's pretty obvious… it's…it's… um… a type of cake?"

"No. Zombies are a type of undead creature a bit like vampires but they eat all the human flesh not just the blood. Also their not damaged by sunlight."

"Oh. I was wondering about all the ugly looking guys on the cover. So… which do wanna' watch?"

They ended up watching The Matrix while eating Jacket potato with baked beans and cheese. Harry had decided not to tell Tonks about being a Metamorphagus just yet. He would find a way to truly surprise her. Then. Who knows? Maybe he'd get enough courage to surprise her even more.

Every couple of days, Tonks had to go to an Order meeting to report on how her teaching Harry was going. Harry used these times to practise his Metamorphagus powers. He progressed quite quickly in the few hours that he had and within a week he could change his hair and facial features at will. A couple of times he had even dared to make faces, literally when Tonks wasn't looking and then change them back again.

His training with Tonks was going amazingly well. He had almost completely mastered using wordless magic for every spell in the sixth year curriculum. Tonks had tried to get Harry to use do his Patronus but he said that any happy thought just got swamped by the sadness from Sirius' death.

It was when Harry was trying to change his face to match other people's ones like Ron's and Hermione's when the perfect idea of how to show Tonks his powers came into his head.

"Look, Tonks. I said no!"

"Please. Just a little one?"

"No."

"Pleeeease, for me."

"I told you before. No!" Tonks had challenged Harry to an arm wrestle about ten minutes ago and was still pestering Harry despite his constant refusal's

"What? Afraid you might be beaten by a girl?" Tonks asked sticking out her bottom lip and giving Harry puppy dog eyes. Harry just looked at her and stated

"I'm not afraid I will. I know I will."

"Aw, you're no fun Harry."

"Whatever. Don't you have some meeting to go to?"

"Oh crap! I'm late as it is. Seeya' in a bit Harry." As soon as Tonks apparated out, Harry had launched himself off of the sofa to prepare for his surprise. This was going to be good. Tonks would be so pleased.

Tonks was pissed off. There's not a lot that can really piss Tonks off. Being an Auror moulds a sense of conditioning onto someone. But there were a few things. Openly being told in front of the whole order that she was a 'clumsy oafish whore with as much usefulness as a common house fly' by that bastard Snape was one of those things.

So she wasn't in a good mood when she apparated to the end of Privet drive (she couldn't apparate straight to Harry's 'apartment' because of a ward she put up that meant you could only apparate out, not in). She trudged to Harry's relative's house and unlocked there front door with a simple wand movement. She walked past the Dursleys as they silently fumed at her intrusion (they had learnt not to do anything about her after she had swapped there minds around for a few days. Not technically legal but hey, what the Ministry doesn't know can't hurt them). She went mindlessly up the stairs and knocked on Harry's door. What she saw when he answered it shocked her to say the least.

Looking back at her from behind the door was none other than… herself? Tonks almost freaked. She would have. But she was an Auror. Aurors don't Freak. Often.

Instead she decided it must be a Death Eater using Polyjuice. And that must mean that Harry was in trouble. Quickly, she shot an advanced stunner at the other her and sent her Flying towards the wall opposite the door. The other her hit the wall with a crack and fell face down on the floor. Tonks walked over to the body and rolled it over. What she saw then was enough to rival all the shocks she had ever had in her life put together.

Harry had thought there would be many ways for Tonks to react. Surprise. Fear. Screaming. Harry had decided to change back quickly to show Tonks it was him. That way she wouldn't be too scared. Harry had not really thought the plan through well enough to take Tonks' job into account so one reaction he wasn't expecting a stunner in the face.

As he flew through the air, Harry's features changed back to normal and just before he passed out from a mixture of the stunner and the hit against the wall, he heard someone say.

"Harry?"

A/N: For any American/European/Anything not really British people out there. Baked beans are basically beans in a tomato sauce and with quite a bit of sugar. It's loved by almost everyone here in Britain and as such, Jacket potato, Beans and Cheese is a Great British Pub food.

Anyway, another chapter down and it looks like Harry won't be able to Surprise Tonks more just yet. Not much else to say. 'Cept that this Chapters song name is a little harder. As a hint, anyone familiar with JSRF, this is a song on there. One of my Favourites. I'll tell you what it is next Chapter so those who got it right can be happy. So… until next chapter, um… yeah seeya' and whatever.