A/N Well here it is as promised. I made it before the end of Wednesday, yay! I hope you like this chapter and I also hope that you can forgive any mistakes in tenses and words I make. I'm learning as I go.

Disclaimer: Still not mine. All created by the great J.K. Rowling

Harry and Hermione jumped at the voices that sounded behind them. Turning Harry noticed the Weasley twins matching grins on their faces. The Weasley twins were holding some sort of cloth map in front of them and as Harry tried to get a look at it George spoke some words and the lines on the map disappeared. He cast a questioning look aat them and Fred´s grin grew even wider.

"This is our little up-to-no-good map. It's a veritable…"

"...work of art." George finished.

"Why would you two help us get to Tonks?" Hermione asked, suspiciously. "You just heard me call your brother a prat."

"Well one…"

"...he is, and two…"

"...Tonks is in our year and she went up against a Templar..."

"...we want to know she is alright."

Hermione hmphed and gave the twins a scrutinizing look. Fred quailed under her look and George turned pale. Fred held up his hands and George spoke. "Alright, alright, we also want a try at that invisibility cloak you have there sometime. Imagine the pranks we can pull with that!"

Harry, who had taken off the cloak held it tight against his body for some reason reluctant to part with it even for a moment. The twins noticed his look and tried to reassure him. "Oh it doesn't have to be today…"

"...or even tomorrow!"

"We just want a chance…"

"...to use it one day."

Harry cast Hermione a look and she shrugged. "If it gets us to Tonks, I don't see why not. They'll prank people either way, best to stay on their good side."

The twins bowed at Hermione in unison. "The lady speaketh the truth." They chorused.

Harry sighed and acquiesced, the twins turned on their heels and motioned for the other two to follow them. "It might be…"

"...best if you remained invisible." The twins said.

Harry held out the cloak so Hermione could crawl under it, which she did though she kept her head down for some reason that Harry couldn't fathom. When they were pressed together under the cloak, her head pressed against his he could feel the heat radiating off her face. "Are you feeling alright Hermione?" Harry asked and she just nodded so he let it go.

They followed the twins as they walked through the halls, bent over the strange map they had drawn to help them keep the right direction. Twice they had to duck aside as muttering teachers passed them. Once, Flitwick and Quirrell nearly bowled the twins over and Hermione and Harry had to duck aside to keep from being discovered.

"What are you doing out so late boys?" Flitwick asked, a friendly smile on his face.

"Yes, shouldn't you be resting after the...trouble in the great hall?" Quirrell shuddered as he thought back to it.

The twins grinned and said in unison that they were out looking for food as they had not eaten enough when the bear attack happened. Flitwick chuckled but Quirrell arched a brow. "Can't you have food sent up to the Common Room?" He asked.

"We've got fully…" Fred said.

"...functioning feet, Professor." George finished.

"Let the children be on their way, Quirrell. We're not here to keep them from their food." Flitwick smiled at the boys.

"Just as long as you two stay away from the third floor. Things are bad enough with that...that Templar here."

Flitwick looked affronted. "Ex-Templar amice, I will not have you badmouth a fellow professor in front of the students, besides we should be honoured that one of the Grail Worthy is actually here." Quirrell snorted but remained quiet, the two professors continued on their way talking animatedly. Harry didn't have to guess very hard as to what they were talking about. He felt happy that professor Flitwick had taken a stand for du Lac, the professor rose a few notches in his esteem.

The twins let out a collective breath and motioned for the invisible Harry and Hermione to follow them. Harry found that he liked this closeness to Hermione that the cloak brought. She smelled nice. Woody. Like a fresh book, which wasn't that strange he surmised seeing as what her favorite hobby was.

They finally arrived at a large stack of barrels not far from the kitchen's. Hermione placed her mouth near Harry's ear and whispered "Do you think they're pranking us? This doesn't seem like the entrance to a Common Room, there's not even a portrait!"

The twins turned to them and spoke in low voices. "When the door opens sneak in, we don't know how to open it so we'll be going for the next best thing."

Before Harry could ask what they meant they'd taken a bunch of magical fireworks out of their pockets and let the things crack and boom in front of the barrels. It took a few moments but then the barrels slid aside to reveal the face of a very miffed looking professor Sprout.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!" She thundered and the twins eeped and started running, the professor in hot pursuit. She seemed to gain on them easily, but Harry and Hermione ran through the opened entrance before it could close. Inside they took a few moments to acclimatise to their surroundings.

"It's like a burrow." Hermione whispered, impressed and Harry could only agree.

"Where do you think Tonks is?" He asked lowly, but it was then that they heard a quiet sobbing come from somewhere ahead of them. Quickly heading in that direction they found a pink haired and 'normal' looking Tonks in the Hufflepuff Common Room. Now that they were here Harry found that he couldn't find the words that he wanted to say to Tonks. It had seemed so much easier when he had just been in the Gryffindor Common Room. But Hermione threw off the cloak and took a seat next to Tonks, throwing her arms around the older girl.

Tonks, surprised for a moment when she saw her two friends appear out of thin air, shied away from Hermione. "What, how?"

"It's alright Tonks," Hermione said, "we, that is...me and Harry, wanted to make sure you were alright." Hermione waved her friend over and Harry sheepishly approached them. He hid the cloak underneath his robes and said lowly "Wotcher Tonks, feeling any better?"

The pink haired Metamorphagus shook her head. "I couldn't contain myself Harry. Seeing him standing there, after all people like me have suffered over the centuries something inside of me snapped. I knew I was going to be on the losing end, Templars are trained to beat wizards and that freaky bloodcult seems made to weed out magical creatures. He was going to throw me against the ropes, easily. But he never tried to hit me back. And you know what the worst thing was?" She looked at Harry and Hermione who shook their heads.

"He said he was sorry. Like that fixes everything! When...when he threw his cloak around me, he looked me in the eye and said sorry. I wish I could have killed him."

"Tonks!" Hermione said, affronted.

"I'm sorry! But you have to realize, I was brought up learning about the evils of the Templars. Not like you Muggle born, who come into this world like clean slates. Or well…" Her eyes darted to Harry's scar, "mostly anyway."

"I thought the Templars were monsters, nine foot and broad like oaks. Faces like Snapes and always looking to murder the next wizard. To see him standing there, he's just a boy. He...was handsome. It's not fair!" Her hair turned an ugly shade of red as she shouted the last part. "Why can't bogeymen stay in my dreams?" She finished sadly.

"Well…" Harry began gently, "when you left he told Dumbledore that he was no longer a Templar." Tonks laughed through her tears. "That's a lie, I know enough about Templars to know that they would never just kick out someone who traces his line to the Grail Knights and besides, if they break their vows they lose their powers."

Hermione nodded. "I found that part strange as well, all the books I've read speak of Templars wasting away without their 'cause'." Harry looked at the ceiling and suddenly came to a realisation. "I can ask my uncle! According to professor du Lac," Tonks winced as he mentioned the Templar's ties to the school, "my uncle used to be part of the Templars, he never wasted away. Sure he's...fat. And not very strong, but he's not a corpse."

"Is asking your uncle such a smart idea?" Hermione countered, "You didn't exactly leave them on the best of terms." Harry winced, thinking back to his uncle's thundering voice calling him a coward and a traitor. But he squared his shoulders. "Uncle Vernon owes me, he never told me of my heritage, my parents or this world I'm a part of. I'm a fish in unfamiliar waters thanks to him. He'll tell me or I'll hex him into next week."

Hermione rose her hand to say something but Tonks beat her to it. "Wouldn't it be easier to ask du Lac yourself?" Harry shook his head. "You didn't see his face when he said he was no longer a Templar, that's a closed book if I ever saw one." Hermione nodded, agreeing.

Tonks rose from her seat near the quietly burning fireplace. "Thanks for coming to check up on me guys, I'm going to bed. I don't want to think about that...about professor du Lac any more today."

Hermione and Harry smiled and made to crawl together under the cloak, which made the pink haired with coo with mirth. "Oh you two look adorable! You make the cutest couple." Harry felt Hermione's face heat up against his own and imagined his own must not have been much better. Instead of answering he threw the cloak around the both of them and made for the exit. As they stepped outside they passed a grumbling professor Sprout, who seemed to have given the Weasley boys a run for their money.

Back in the Gryffindor Common Room Harry grabbed a quill and some ink and made ready to write a letter to his uncle. Hermione sat next to him, looking over his shoulder.

Dear uncle Vernon Dursley,

How are you? I know this letter comes at a strange time, but I feel I need to do my part to bury the hatchet. I know you would have been happier to see me a Templar, but I never even knew there were any Templars or Wizards, you kept this world hidden from me. You even went so far as to go to one of the farthest corners of England to stay out of the reach of magic.

You did all that for aunt Petunia? It's just, why would you give all this up? All these chances to do some good. But I didn't start writing this letter to start another fight. I hope that in the future we can try to be cordial to each other.

I actually wrote to you with a question, do you remember that Templar that came to fetch me? Marco du Lac? Well he's here at Hogwarts, as a teacher! And he says he's no longer part of the Templars. It's strange, why would they send him to fetch me and then throw him aside. I also heard he's supposed to waste away when he's no longer a Templar. He seemed as stronng and healthy as the day I met him.

I hope you're willing to look into this for me, I would be willing to do something in return of course. We should both work at mending fences.

With regards,

Harry Potter.

Hermione had made him add that last part. Satisfied with what he had written Harry called for Hedwig and gave her the letter to deliver. "Be quick about it girl and there's a nice juicy mouse in it for you when you return." He spoke to the snowy colored bird with a smile.

He and Hermione made ready to head to bed. But before he went up the stairs to the boys dorm he heard Hermione cough. "Harry?"

He turned towards her and smiled. "Yes Hermione?"

"Thanks for including me today, it was...fun." She gave him a shy smile, showing her too large front teeth.

Harry merely grinned and said "That's what friends do." Before turning and heading to bed. As soon as he hit the bed and pulled the sheets over his body he fell asleep, so he never saw the dark look Ron cast him before turning and sleeping himself.

A/N: Next time, lessons and letters!