I'm sorry some of these chapters are getting short. It just depends on where I decide to cut them off at.
And in case you haven't noticed, the flashbacks at the beginning of the chapters have nothing to do with the chapter content, they're just mini looks into her teenage years. At some point, I will add flashbacks that match the chapters.


Sirius would have liked some warning. He had known Kingsley well before his escape, so he hadn't panicked upon seeing Kingsley and Alastor for the first time since his imprisonment- or he didn't panic much. After all, Alastor looked terrible, and more than capable of sending him back to Azkaban. Instead, Kingsley had found a way into the room at the Ministry that stored all wands of the Azkaban inmates and stole Sirius his wand back. How no one noticed that Sirius Black's wand was now no longer at the Ministry, Sirius never understood, but he had been grateful all the same.

What he hadn't expected was for Kingsley to show one evening with another Auror in tow- and Sirius had panicked at the sight of the unfamiliar dark haired woman in scarlet robes. He whipped his wand out of his pocket, but was promptly disarmed by Kingsley before he could make a move.

Kingsley then smiled, which startled Sirius more, and handed the wand back to Sirius. "Is that a Black custom I'm unaware of?" Kingsley asked.

"And I thought he'd be happy to see me, turns out he just need someone for target practice." She said, with a light huff, during which her hair faded to a deep purple. "And I thought-"

But what she thought was interrupted by Sirius racing forward and clutching her in his arms. "Nymphadora! My little cousin!" He said. "Although," He said, holding her at an arm's length. "Not so little, are you? An Auror, too! You must be 25 now- No, no, it wouldn't be right, would it?" Sirius figured. "It's only been about 14 years, you'd be 22?" He asked.

She nodded. "How did you do it, though?" She asked. "How did you escape Azkaban of all places?"

"You forget who I am." Sirius said. "I had things to do, and I couldn't be stopped."

"So I've heard. Sirius, I'm so sorry, what you went through- and then to be in Azkaban for 12 years, was it horrible?"

"Every day."


Remus heard laughing as he descended the stairs. He hadn't heard of anyone dropping by, had Sirius finally gone over the edge?

"Ah Moony!" A too cheerful Sirius greeted. "You're up earlier than I expected!"

"It's well past noon, Sirius." Remus said, heading to make tea. He was too sore and tired to handle Sirius' rough humor just yet.

"Rough night?" A woman's voice asked.

Remus turned with a questioning glance. Sitting across from Sirius was a young woman that distinctly reminded Remus of Andromeda Black. "I suppose it was, yes." Remus said slowly. How did she know? Had Sirius told her? Did she know him?

"Has anyone been providing Wolfsbane?" She asked, and he raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you wouldn't remember me, I suppose-"

Remus didn't until that moment. She had been a very young child the last time Remus saw her, her parents had still been alive. "Nymphadora Tonks." He said. "Am I right?"

"It's just Tonks now." She said, grinning.


"You'll find danger at Hogwarts." Her misty voice said to Nymphadora, leaning to examine their crystal ball. "Dear, terrible danger."

"But it's always dangerous, she can't make it up a staircase without tripping." Charlie commented.

Trelawney fixed him with an airy gaze and then turned away to assign an essay.

As the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs left the Divination for their next lessons, Charlie dropped into step with Nymphadora. "So, backing out of Quidditch?"

"What? No?" The pink haired Hufflepuff Beater responded quickly.

"It'd be a shame if you fell off your broom and proved Trelawney right."

She turned to glare at him. "You're just worried that Hufflepuff will beat you, Weasley."

"Not a chance." Charlie said, grinning.


So, McG says in PoA that Trelawney likes to predict the deaths of her students, one per year or something. But, as we know, she's not always wrong in her predictions. ;)