Harry/ Tonks a love story:
I'm sat on Tonks' bed, helping her with the massive stack of paperwork she has to get done by next week, taking as long as possible to help, so I can hang out with her for longer. She has to have these in for next week, so I have this whole week to hang with her and help her out as much as possible.
This report I'm helping with is about her trip to New York to catch this person who stole these really expensive items of jewellery, so I ask Tonks what New York is like.
"It's gorgeous, there are all these shops that sell the most gorgeous items of muggle clothing but it is soooo expensive! And the view! It was prfect, and with the Statue of Liberty, oh Harry, you'd love it, it was so romantic!"
This is making me very happyl just like another question I ask her does:
"Did you take your boyfriend?"
She replies with:
"No no, it was work, and anyway I don't have a boyfriend. I guess nobody wants to date a girl who has more brains than them but is a complete klutz!" she looks on the verge of tears, so I get to give her a hug, rather than it being the other way round: this helps make me feel more mature and more like a man.
We move on to a report on when she had to follow a suspect through every brothel in Amsterdam, as he was trying to loose her but she clung on.
"I needed counselling after what I saw in there though!" she laughs.
"So, all these reports aren't recent?" I ask, "You've not been to all these places in the last few weeks?"
"Good GOD no!" she replies, "The majority of these are from the beginning of this year, between January and June, I'd reckon: for instance (she rakes through the precariously stacked folders) this assignment to Perth in Australia was back in January: it was amazing! It was their summertime therefore it was the warmest part of the year, and the week I was allowed as thanks for capturing the, hmmm what was it, oh yeah identity fraud of Cornelius Fudge - ever a fudge as I've ever seen – yeah he tried to hide in a horses stall. Little did he know that it was my father's aunts horse!"
I'm amazed at the detail that she can go into; the way she remembers every single thing that she did on the assignments.
"So, have you ever had any, like, really dangerous missions to complete?" I ask, wondering if this is a likely thing to happen. "Like, have you had any serious injuries?"
"Well, there was this one time where I was duelling this 'bad guy' and he flung this really strong repellent jinx at me, and you know I'm really clumsy (I nod in agreement), hey Harry, don't interrupt or agree with me! Only joking mate! Anyway, he attacks, and it hits me in the torso, and I fall down 4 flights of stairs and into a bunch of prostitutes with really sharp jewellery on and jewels on their barely there clothing," Tonks tells me.
"I had 5 broken ribs, a severe concussion, bruised liver and kidneys and yet more counselling – for seeing parts of another person I shouldn't be seeing!"
"Ow!" I say, wrinkling my nose up at the thought of Tonks being so badly hurt. "Did you get the guy though?"
"Yes, my boss – Kinglsey Shacklebolt, he's like the best boss ever! – basically followed the trail of his spells and cornered him. He got his original sentence plus attempted murder of me, even though I'm sure it wasn't!"
We continue talking about her assignments – this is what I wanted, she'll need to finish them another day! – and different cities that she'd like to go to – Paris, Venice, Rome, Madrid – and our favourite foods; we both like pasta and sauce, yet she loves oysters and I hate them – tried them once at the end of term feast – and I love burgers and she cannot stand 'reconstituted forms of meat, they make me want to be sick'. We've just clicked into that, we've known each other for a short time, yet it feels like forever.
And really it was. We went upstairs at 10.30pm and now its almost 12am and we're still sat here. The reports lay forgotten on the desk as Tonks leans back off her chair and jumps onto the bed, decorated with a red quilt with hearts on.
"Wow Harry I'm tired," Tonks says with a yawn, "what time is-"
The door flies open, and there stands Mrs Weasley with a murderous glare on her face.
"Harry Potter, why on earth are you not in bed when I specifically told you all to go straight to bed and no talking? And that's EXACTLY what you're doing!"
"Molly, chill out," Tonks starts, "He was only helping me with my-"
"Nymphadora this is a matter for me and my- well Harry," Mrs Weasley says with such venom, Tonks jumps back, looking flustered and begins to open her mouth, obviously realising Mrs Weasley's mistake with calling me her son but I beat her to talking.
"Mrs Weasley, I was helping Tonks with her reports for work, she needed someone to look through the files with her to get key pieces of information out, and to check whether the sentences sounded ok. Don't blame Tonks she only needed some help," I say in Tonks' defence. "And Mrs Weasley, although it would be nice sometimes, I'm not your son and to be honest, I need to have a little freedom now I'm 15. I hope you understand: all I was simply trying to do was to get to know Tonks and help her out, as that's what friends do, and I want to be friends with everyone who are risking their necks daily to help keep me, and the wizarding world, safe from Voldemort."
Tonks is staring at me, with appreciation intermingled with confusion in her eyes. Has she figured out anything about me? About how I could be perfect for her?
Anyway, after this very long speech, which has Mrs Weasley flabbergasted, I breeze past to the room I assume is mine (and Ron's, this should be fun) and open the door to enter the room. I clamber into bed, ignoring Ron's attempts to apologise for earlier and also for letting Mrs Weasley know I wasn't in here. I shut my eyes, and think of all the information about Tonks I have learnt:
Favourite colour: blue
Favourite word: whoo
Favourite city: New York
Favourite assignment: Perth
Favourite person: her future boyfriend
Favourite animal: dog
Favourite spell: protego
Favourite subject at school: Defence Against The Dark Arts
Favourite broomstick: Firebolt
Patronus Form: Otter
Strengths: Fighting 'bad guys' tracking subjects, changing her appearance
Weaknesses: clumsiness
I'm starting to get a full picture of Nymphadora Tonks in my head, and its getting clearer and clearer by the minute; I may, just maybe, be falling for her completely and utterly.
And I can't wait for the day she feels the same way back!
Hope you enjoyed and that this conversation between Tonks and Harry and it was worth a whole chapter to itself.
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