A.N. ok I am writing five other fanfictions, not including this one, but I'll up date it as often as I can :)

P.S. thank you, thank you, and thank you to the people who reviewed! Too the rest of you? You suck for not reviewing! But thanks for reading anyway (and don't worry, I don't review to most of the stories I read).

Anyhow, I'm boring you, so go on with the reading of this crape thing.

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'Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts!' she chanted in her head, then sighed; this was going to be a long day. She and her boyfriend had just broken up yesterday. And you know what? It sucked! As Merlin as her witness it freakin' sucked! And she didn't even know why!

Just as she started to speculate, for the hundredth time, what could cause him to break up with her, Kingsley Shacklebolt called her into his office.

As she walked in, he took in her appearance. Dark blue, almost black, hair and eyes, pale skin, dark circles under her eyes and miss-matching frumpy clothes. Then asked, "Edward break up with you?" when she nodded, he have her a sympathetic smile.

"Well, I need you to read this, then you can go." He said, holding up a piece of parchment, that she took.

"Um, no offence…" she said, after finding nothing on it. "But I could have gotten a blank scrap of parchment my self, so I'm really hoping that there's a Concealment charm on this, because if not, I, am going to go home for the day, put on my break up clothes, and curl up into a depressed ball for a week. Maybe two!" Of coarse, being how Kingsley was the closest thing she had to the brother she never wanted, he just rolled his eyes, having no sympathy for the poor depressed Tonks. 'Although,' Tonks thought. 'That might have something to do his wife of six years divorcing him and moving halfway around the world. Hmm, that was probably it. Shit had he been talking the whole time? Oops.'

"-Divorcing me and moving halfway around the world!" he yelled. Then took a deep breath and said, vary calmly, "As for the Concealment charm. There is, I must warn you though, it has a truth spell on it, and if you don't answer honestly, it will make your tongue stick to the roof of you mouth for the day. Though on the bright side, that would be quite amusing for me." She rolled her eyes, and replied, "Oh Boy! Yea, can't wait for that to happen!" but took it anyway, taping it with her wand. As soon as her wand met the parchment, she saw Dumbledore's neat, loopy writing.

Good morning Miss Nymphadora Tonks.

My name is Albus Dumbledore, I'm sure you remember me from your Hogwarts days, as I remember you, you were quite talented in morphing, if I remember correctly…

Tonks blushed, as she was sure he was referring to the time back in her sixth year whenher friends had dared her to morph into him, so they could all get out of class and go to Hogsmeade. Only to walk into him on there way out. And him finding out it was her, not another student with Polyjuice Potion because when she was running away she tripped over her beard…ah,his beard, falling down a pair of enchanted stairs. Brushing the memory off, she continued reading.

I am going to ask you some questions, please answer honestly. To answer, tap your wand on the parchment once for yes, and twice for no…

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After asking about twenty questions, her wrist was tired, but luckily she now knew where the next Order meeting was. Surprisingly, headquarters for the Order was at her cozen Regulus and Sirius's child-hood home.

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"Ahh!" Tonks cried. 'Why did it have to be so hard to pick out clothes?' Tonks thought 'I mean you find clothes, then put them on. Not hard right? Wrong!

Vary, vary, hard! She needed to look professional, but look frumpy! And what if there are hot guys there? She hadn't gotten laid in a year! Fuck it; she was wearing her normal stuff! It's not like she'd look professional when she tripped and fall flat on her face, so why bother?

After another hour, she finally decided on a pair of nice black jeans and a pink blouse… and shoes… and hair. And eyes. She was going to freak people out. Damnit! Well it was too late to change now.

Still nervous, she slammed her eyes shut and apparated to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place…

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Remus looked at his watch, again, it was eight twenty four. The meeting was supposed to start at half past eight. Where was she? Kingsley had told her the address, so where was she?

"Remus!" Sirius hissed. "Go find her! What if she's hurt? Kingsley said you couldn't miss her, so go while I try to stall, ok?" Remus just nodded, not having a better idea.

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Nymfadora opened her eyes, looking around she saw number ten, eleven, thirteen and fourteen. No twelve. If King were doing this as a joke, she'd castrate him. As a joke of coarse. Maybe. She continued to pace between eleven and thirteen, thinking about number twelve, when something caught her attention, there was a door. Had it always been there? God she was losing her mind!

She walked up the steps, reaching for the doorknob, when it was suddenly jerked open, causing her to fall in, landing on something soft, with sandy blond hair that groaned in pain when she moved her knee every so slightly to the left…

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Remus reached the door with out waking Mrs. Black, but when he jerked open the door, intending to check if she was nearby, he was knocked over by a pink thing, landing painfully on his back, while the said pink thing, landed on his chest. He was trapped looking at the pink things chest, which he now new to be female, while Mrs. Black screams were the only sound in the normally silent hall…