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My friends have also told me to write a disclaimer, so here goes:
Plot, mine (almost).
Writing, mine.
The world, not mine.
The characters, not mine.
I should plot to conquer the world. Maybe I'll get to own Harry Potter...
Sigh.
Drag your way through this chapter, and comment and criticise. It's an open market :)
~*4. NOT A BOOK, A JOURNAL*~
Tonks had splinched. Not exactly horribly, but it wasn't a nice sight. She was outside Grimmauld Place, and the stars were only just appearing in the setting sky. All was well, until she had realised that she had three claw-like scars on the back of her hand.
"Damn it, I'm meant to be an Auror, and I can't even Apparate properly!" she muttered angrily to herself, taking her wand out and almost dropping it. "This is how Merlin makes me pay for being a metamaphorgus! So clumsy, it's almost unbelievable..."
She tried to sort out the wound, just as it started raining, making the deep, raw cuts sting awfully. She tutted and threw her hands up in defeat, frustrated at how the world was so determined to disagree with her.
She threw her head back, and insanely started talking to the sky.
"Thanks, whoever's up there! You've made my day, you have!" she snarled, voice dripping heavily with sarcasm.
Just then, Severus Snape arrived before Grimmauld Place, unsteady on his Apparition once more.
This time, it was because he had bumped directly into Tonks.
Naturally, it was Tonks who suffered most from this collision, and she land on the wet, muddy ground before Snape. She scowled and got up, cleaning herself with an angry wave of the wand.
"It would help, if you didn't stand directly upon the Apparition point!" he hissed at her through gritted teeth.
Mad with anger, and positively steaming, she snarled back at him; "And it would help if you could stop being such an intolerable git!"
"I beg your pardon?" he drawled quietly, as if daring her to reply.
She gave a small 'Gah!' of frustration, and stormed toward the hidden house, regardless of what she had just done, and her restlessly bleeding hand, that was numb already.
Molly Weasley opened the door, and Tonks was followed in by Snape, and it was quite hard to distinguish who was scarier at the moment.
"Tonks, love, your hand's bleeding!" Molly Weasley fussed over her hand and had it healed far more effectively than her own feeble attempt.
"Thanks, Mrs Weasley," she said grumpily, and Molly Weasley replied this with a knowing smile.
"Had a bad day?" she asked gently.
"Worse," Tonks grumbled. Mrs Weasley gave a small, friendly chuckle.
"It'll be over soon. Before you know it, it'll be the end of tomorrow," she answered in a motherly fashion.
"But how will it end?" Tonks asked quietly.
"That's the point, isn't it? We have to live on, to find out!" Mrs Weasley said cheerfully. She had clearly not understood what Tonks had meant, the niggling worries at the back of her head, telling her the wizarding world would end in tatters...
Tonks was in such a glum mood for the rest of the meeting, she failed to notice anything, or understand the topics discussed. She didn't even realise that Snape was occasionaly shooting her dirty looks, and failed to grasp the piece of information that would have told her that Harry Potter had arrived at Grimmauld Place, only this evening (and she didn't hear the low snarl from Snape that followed, obviously from the pain of being in the same building as Harry Potter)...
The screech of chairs from around her jolted her awake. She shot up, sending the chair flying backwards.
"Tonks, for gods sake! Stop being such a ruddy idiot!" Moody tutted, "It's a bloody wonder how you ended up in the Auror Office!"
"OK," Tonks replied blandly and airily, as the seam of Tonks' bag ripped. The small shoulder bag had obviously been under an undetectable Enlargement Charm, because the contents that spilled out were seemingly impossible to fit in it.
Moody snorted his dismay and clunked out of the room, while Tonks repaired her bag hastily and sent all the paraphernalia of books, quills and pieces of parchment, racing into the bag.
Meanwhile, in the corner, Severus Snape was having a dilemma.
Leave it, she'll notice it herself.
What if she doesn't?
When have you cared?
Well, it could be important to her...
Damn it, Severus Snape, what are you? The peacekeeping unity?
But-
But it was too late.
Tonks had looked up at him, searching for a reason why he was lingering and staring at her.
Happy now?
"You dropped your book," he said bluntly.
"I dropped all my books," she replied dumbly.
"No, I mean-" he walked up and picked up her book for her.
Well done, you have achieved the factor: embarrassing yourself like a fucking idiot.
"Oh," she stared as though she had never seen it before and then reached out and took it. "Thank you,"
But he wasn't listening. In her funky, curly scrawl, she had printed the words :
'The Rebirth of Lord Voldemort', on the cover of what was not a book, but a journal.
Chapter 5 Coming soon...