Hey, here's the next chapter. Have checked my two, to and too's. (Have hardly any TOO's left). Those of you who don't know what that means don't worry. I've redone this chapter twice now I think, adding as much detail as possible. Please let me know if it's ok. Quick thanks to my shinning reviewers Yvonne park, Kuri333, Eagles girl, Future NYPD and HBP Fan, watin77 and Marie Chontelle.

Edited: 12/03/11

Seriously Bad Day

"Sirius, stop poking me" grumbled Remus sleepily. It was two o' clock in the morning, which was ridiculously early, and I hadn't really thought about that. Yet to call me Sirius!

"I'm not Sirius! And may I say I'm quite insulted" I whispered, his eyes snapped open.

"Nymphadora? What are you doing in here?"

"Well..."

**Flashback**

"Ummm...stop tickling my feet!" I mumbled, annoyed at whoever was doing it. It was early in the morning and I did not appreciate being woken up this early. But whatever, or whoever, it was continued to tickle me and said nothing in reply, I was really pissed off now. I threw back the sheets and glared at the end of my bed, ready to shout or kick them, whatever came first, only to find...

A spider! It was at least 3 feet long, with eight hair legs, and eight gooey white eyes looking at me. I squealed and jumped out of bed, tripping over a floor board and stubbing my toe in a rush to get to the door. I yanked the door open and hopped to the next room, trying not to put my throbbing toe on the floor. I left the door wide open as I ran into the next room which happened to be Remus's room.

I opened his door then slammed it shut behind me. I looked at my toe which was bleeding slightly from the scrape. I wiped of some of the blood, and gingerly put my foot back on the floor. I hobbled awkwardly over to Remus, who, despite the noise that I had made, didn't stir. He must have been a heavy sleeper, the totally opposite to me. I decided I would poke him awake...

**End Flashback**

"Oh" he said unenthusiastically, before shutting his eyes again. I jabbed him harder. "Ow".

"Please go kill it, please" I begged pouting. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. I placed my hands on my hips and glared at him. He recoiled slightly as my hair turned red.

"I'm not in a spider slaying mood right now, it's is still really early, Tonks" he said hurriedly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Why don't you sleep in my bed?"

"Excuse me?" I spluttered, blinking several times and wondering if I'd heard correctly.

"No, no, I didn't mean that!" he quickly amended himself, blushing. "I meant you can take my bed and I'll take the chair in the corner, and in the morning I will kill the spider". He pointed to the chair; it did not look inviting at all. It was made of some sort of wood, and though it was a strain to see it in the dim light, I could tell it wouldn't be at all comfortable.

"Hmmm, what about a compromise then? Why don't we top and tail, but you have to promise to kill the spider as soon as we wake up?" I quickly added. I could see him roll his eyes.

"Deal, now can I go back to sleep now?" he asked lying down; I jumped into the bottom of the bed and lent against the post.

"Yep, night" I said, but he raised an eyebrow at me, "what?" I asked.

"Are you going to be comfortable like that?" he asked.

"Yes, now go to sleep!" he shook his head and turned off the light. In all honesty I was terribly uncomfortable. The pole was digging into my back, and more than once, I swear I felt something move inside it. I slid down the post and pulled up the covers more. The last thing I remember is listening to Remus snoring, before actually drifting off myself.

"Morning my beauties!" trilled Sirius as he bounded on the bed, on top of me. He decided to plant his big bum on my head, and it smacked the hard mattress as he jumped on it. I was completely under the covers now

"Ouch Sirius, get off" I said shoving him on the floor; he landed with a loud bang that echoed round the room. I laughed at his cursing.

"You know little cousin, that wasn't very nice! If you do it again I'll have to disown you" he said in mock seriousness.

"Oh wouldn't that be a loss" I mumbled, poking my head out too see. Remus was sitting against the headboard rubbing his eyes; he looked seriously grumpy but smiled when he saw me looking. Sirius picked himself up off the floor and bounded back onto the bed, luckily he didn't squish any body parts this time.

"You know Remus, I never had Tonks down as your type..." he never finished his sentence as a pillow from Remus hit him straight in the face and he fell back on the floor. I laughed heartily as Remus took a mock bow. Sirius glared at Remus who grabbed the pillow next to him and held it up threateningly. I looked at the wall clock, only to get a shock when it read 5:30! I pointed at the clock, and Remus looked at it too. Then he really did chuck the other pillow at my mad cousin.

"Sirius, you really are a pain in the arse" he said irritably.

"Bite me" Sirius teased, grinding his teeth together. I cringed at the sound.

"Don't tempt me" Remus grumbled, Sirius chuckled. Remus closed his eyes and made to lie down, but instead he whacked his head on the head board. He rubbed his head and Sirius laughed, and I tried to hide a snigger.

"S'not funny" he said.

"It is" said Sirius.

"It's not" Remus retaliated; he looked quite annoyed as he folded his arms across each other. Sirius looked as though he was about to say something else.

"It is a little bit funny" I interjected, before Sirius could even open his mouth.

"Mm... so anyway, moving on. Why is my little cousin in your bed, Moony?" asked Sirius to Remus, who now had his eyes closed and had his hand on his head. He said nothing, Sirius shrugged and bounded on top of him.

"Bugger off Sirius!" He muttered rolling over, to great effect, Sirius fell off again. He then went and poked Remus, who wasn't taking the bait. He wasn't even moving, apart from the steady rhythm of his chest, I was sort of transfixed on it. I quickly snapped out of it though and looked at Sirius, who waggling his eyebrows suggestively. I stuck out my tongue in childish retaliation, and then slipped out of bed and stood up, stretching my arms that had become stiff while I was sleeping.

"So, little cousin, why were you in Moony's bed? Since we're not going to get a response out of him" he inquired.

"There was a spider in my bed!" I said simply, shrugging.

"So you decided to come wake Remus up, rather than come and see me, who was up all night?" he said with raised eyebrows, like he knew something I didn't. I was confused but I just sighed and overlooked it, like so much else that I overlooked.

"Well as I'm awake, I think I'll go into work early, see what's happening" I said walking past him, any excuse to get away from Sirius and his eyebrows! I opened the door, which creaked all the way open and just as I closed the door behind me, I heard Remus mutter "Spider". I suddenly remembered and looked in my room cautiously; the spider was nowhere to be seen.

I quickly slipped on my robes and searched for my wand in my desk draw, it was a fairly new wand, as I had an accident just before I started Auror training and my old one got snapped. I used to keep the pieces in a jar on my windowsill, but I knocked that off and it smashed. Just thinking about it reminds me of how clumsy I can be.

I walked towards the mirror and changed my hair blue, but as I turned to walk away it muttered "Try a normal colour, mutant freak".

"And why would I want to do that?" I asked pleasantly.

"Because then you could pass as normal, in looks anyway. And please stop looking at me, you'll make my precious glass shatter" it replied in false sweetness. It reminded me of someone else I knew.

"It will be shattered to tiny little pieces when I take my fist, and punch you with it" I growled. It scoffed at me. Walk away Tonks, just walk away.

I laughed at myself as I ran down the stairs. I went as quietly as I could, jumped over the troll leg umbrella stand and headed straight for the door. I hadn't even bothered with breakfast; my guess was that I would be hungry by ten.

I was starving! My stomach was making really loud grumbling noises and people had started searching for the source. I was sitting in my untidy little office, paperwork spread out on every surface that I really did not want to do and there was a pink note pinned up on my wall, not of my own choice, but I couldn't get it down no matter how hard I tried.

It was pinned up and read the same thing's that the other posters around the Ministry did, that if you were in league with Dumbledore, you were sacked. That was just if you were lucky. A new note had been distributed and stuck on the bottom of the poster like a footnote, from the old toad herself. If you were deemed too far in with Dumbledore, too loyal to him and too much of a 'traitor' in the Ministry's eyes, like I was, you could face criminal charges and a stretch in Azkaban. I shivered when I read the note.

During training I'd had to visit that place to see how I would cope. It was safe to say that it didn't go to well. I couldn't take it when they came to close. I kept remembering the same horrible stuff over and over again. Sirius's picture in the paper when he was being carted off to Azkaban. My first day at Hogwarts when I was attacked for being related to the Blacks. The day my best friend nearly drowned in the lake. The same stupid stuff that repeated themselves before my eyes. And to add to it I felt like I was in one of those Muggle freezers and that I would never be happy again, eternally miserable. I had to be literally dragged out of that place, and wished never to go back. It was the scariest thing I'd ever had to deal with.

But now I could do a proper patronus, and was much tougher. But even so, I wouldn't have a wand in Azkaban and even if I did, I wouldn't have the strength to keep going. The thought of those ghastly hands, the flesh unlike flesh, the tinge to it and those crooked fingers. And the hood, I wished never to see under it. The thought made me shiver again.

Kingsley had come in earlier to ask how I was doing, which didn't help, because when I tried to reply I couldn't find my voice. I knew I was doing what was right, and that I was careful enough not to get caught, but he obviously thought I was going to pull out of the Order. He knew from my training records that I handled Azkaban badly, and said that if I didn't want to do it anymore, everyone would understand. But I couldn't do it, even if I wanted to walk away that would make the Ministry's threats work. It would do exactly what they wanted it to.

I wasn't going anywhere.

"Hello" came a voice from the door. I jumped out of my reeve and turned around, but it was only Arthur. "Snuffles said you left without breakfast, so Molly sent you this" he whispered holding up a paper bag, and then raising his voice "And make sure you get it to me by the end of your shift".

"No problem, Mr Weasley" I said, trying to contain my laughter at the authority in his voice. "Thank you and I'll thank Molly tonight. I am starving but nobody's allowed to leave there cubicles till lunch" I whispered grimly.

"Yes, I think I might be being followed, not a surprise really, everyone knows Fudge has it in for me. Anyway, we'll just have to be more careful" he said in a deadly low voice that I could hardly hear him, he looked over the top of the cubicle to check no-one was listening in. "I better go" he whispered and then he left. I opened the bag, there were two bacon rolls, still warm, a cartoon of orange juice and...A mars bar? That was probably Sirius; he knows I have a sweet tooth.

I ripped open the wrapper of my mars bar and took a bite. I leant back on my chair, my eyes closed as I savoured the nougat goodness. Until I leant back a little too far and fell in a heap amongst paperwork. I sighed and picked up the first file that caught my eye. It was labelled 'Dark Creatures'. I had been given these files to rewrite where ink had faded and mice had chewed it, it was like being back in detention at Hogwarts. I opened it too find a description of werewolves and a list of known werewolves in Britain.

I gasped when I saw Remus's name was at the top of the 'Highly Dangerous' list. And I knew the handwriting, it made my blood boil. She had added footnotes to certain sentences, such as, when it said 'The otherwise sane and normal wizard transforms into a murderous beast' Umbridge had written a comment saying 'Lycanthropy affects the wizard's brain turning them highly dangerous in every form. Therefore, they should not be allowed to work with public for normal wizards safety'.

I knew it wasn't my fault, and I couldn't do anything about it but for the rest of my day, I felt guilty while writing up how dangerous and horrible werewolves were, and how we must avoid them, shun them from the wizarding world. I kept picturing Remus face when he stuck his tongue out at me over the table, I had laughed. Remus was normal, he was more of a gentleman than any of the men in the Ministry, and it wasn't fair.

Many hours past and at last I had finished my work. I looked at the clock; it read 10:32pm. My mouth opened in horror, and then it shut again in annoyance at how long I'd slaved behind this desk, copying out old records. The record that I'd just finished had taken me the best part of three hours to write, and I didn't even stop for a break. I looked at the other records I needed to copy and sighed, it wasn't fair that I had to do this when I was fully trained. I grabbed my jacket and made my way out of the cubicle, I wouldn't be doing any more writing tonight. The corridor was silent, because most people had gone home for the night.

My shoes squeaked noisily on the newly polished floor. They always cleaned when people had left at night, and I felt like making their job harder by deliberately leaving scuff marks on the floor, but I resisted temptation, and arrived at the lift. When the lifts door clanked opened I immediately wished I could get in a different lift, because what awaited me wasn't pleasant. Percy Weasley was standing there taking notes to something the Minister was saying.

I stepped into the elevator and press the button, the door clanked shut. I hoped the Minister would ignore me, like always, but I was unfortunate enough to be noticed tonight. The Minister peered at me.

"Miss Tonks" he said tonelessly.

"Minister" I replied hurriedly, listening to the elevator music with more interest than humanly possible.

"Have you met my young personal assistant, Mr Weasley, Miss Tonks?" he asked smugly.

"Oh yes, I met him the other day while I was visiting his mother" I lied cheerily. The lift stopped on my floor. The Ministers eyes bugged and he glared at Percy. I thought back a laugh as I exited the lift.

"I-I-I..." Percy stuttered, dropping his quill.

"Well, goodbye Minister, Percy" I called as the lift doors closed again. I ran towards the entrance, cackling with laughter as I went, my sides were aching from the mixture of running and laughing. I stopped laughing when I got outside, however, to find it was raining buckets, and large thunder clouds were rolling across the sky.

I ran around the corner and down several streets. A fork of lightning shot across the sky, the rain was blinding me, and a couple of girls screamed as loud clap of thunder sounded from above. I soon ran across the square, and up Grimmauld Place's steps, stumbling more than I ever had before and burst through the door. The lamps were flickering as I shut the door and walked down the hall, my boots were squeaking and my clothes were sticking to me. My hair was soaked and dripping water down the back of my neck.

I pushed open the drawing room door, shivering and breathing heavily, to find Sirius was sitting on a chair asleep and Remus staring into the fire. He looked up when I walked in, and then began laughing. Sirius stirred groggily from his drunken sleep.

"Dora, why are you that wet?" asked Remus, smirking.

"It was raining" I replied sharply, plonking myself in the seat nearest him and the fire. "And don't call me Dora! It's Tonks".

"Well, I knew that, but did it ever occur to you that you have a wand? And I like your name, it suits you" he chuckled. I rolled my eyes before really registering what he'd said. I slapped my palm to my forehead in frustration. Of course, I could have apparated! I checked my pocket, my wand wasn't there. Must have left it on my desk, Bugger!

"Great, just perfect! First I get a spider in my bed, then I forget breakfast and then I get stuck re-writing stupid nonsense files, then I forget about my wand and get soaked. And I'm cold and hungry! This has been a seriously bad day!" I groaned. Hot air suddenly surrounded me and I was immediately dry, though still slightly cold. Remus stood up and put a hand on my shoulder, looking down at me with a kind smile. It made me think of the records.

"I'll go warm up some of Molly's stew for you" he said, I whisper 'thanks', before he left the room. The guilt came flooding back even though I'd told myself not to feel guilty. It wasn't my fault after all. Sirius was sitting up now. I rubbed my head in frustration, yawned and snuggled up with a pillow from the sofa, on my chest.

"Not a good day then?" mumbled Sirius coming to sit by me, I looked at him properly as he came into the fires light and saw he looked as rough as a badger's arse. The thought made me want to giggle.

"You could say that" I muttered.

"Well, I can think of one positive thing" he said cheerfully.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked curiously.

"Well, you got to spend the night in Moony's bed" he said simply. I chucked my pillow in his face, but turned bright red when Remus came back in. He raised his eyebrows.

"Should I ask?" he said handing me my warm beef stew, and looking at Sirius who was trying to fix his hair.

"Probably not".

Ok, so this one was a bit weird I admit but I think its okay. Anyway you be the judge and review please. And those dangerous creature files will come in, in the next chapter as Remus enters the Ministry of Magic. Whoo! *ahhh* I scared myself! Lol ~Gurugirl