A/N: The Diverse Adventures are back! They have been copied and pasted from rtchallenge, but they really are mine. I can't prove it properly, but they really are. I couldn't bear to leave Adventures alone, I miss R/T. Also, I want to just pimp my Marauders fic Now We Are Sixth Years. If you could give that a go, I'd really appreciate it. It means a lot to me. Also, this is based on a true story. it happened to me, except I was in full winter gear at the time.

Late

It was late May, and the most loyal members of the Order were based permanently at Headquarters, waiting for the faintest sign of a battle. They had a mission in the early morning, and each member was to be checked by Mad-Eye Moody to see if they were ready and able to go, and to keep organised.
Remus and Tonks had been allowed to share a bedroom with reluctance from others, but neither of them were in the mood for the kind of activities a couple might do in a double bed. They had only endeavoured to have it so that they could feel each others' warmth during the night, and see each other's faces first thing in the morning.

They also shared an alarm clock. It woke them up an hour before they were to leave Headquarters, giving them plenty of time to get ready and have a hearty breakfast. They relied on the clock to be on time, because Tonks's timekeeping was terrible, and Remus was a very deep sleeper who would probably sleep long into the morning if it weren't for the contraption.

The alarm went off, as usual, at 6 o'clock in the morning. Tonks's violet eyes opened almost instantly, and she looked at the time and rolled over on her side.
"Rebus" she nudged her sleeping partner, "Wake up…"
There came a muffled whine that wasn't unlike an unhappy dog. Remus's head, which was firmly pushed into the pillow, shook and snuggled down a bit more.
"Come on, Rebus. Wakey wakey. Got get up and get ready."
Remus's head lifted slightly.
"Your voice sounds nice when your nose is bunged up and you're half asleep." he said, dreamily.
"Yours does too." she smiled. "Now, come on. Times ticking away, got to get dressed."
Remus's eyes looked towards the window.
"'S still dark outside."
It was, which was very unusual for May. But that was England; weather so unpredictable and rubbish that it was the laughing stock of most other countries. Except Scotland, of course.

"Know wot? Is the Deaf Eaters. Der spells make lots of clouds an things."
"But it seems really…"
"Rebus, we ged dressed now."

Remus and Tonks got into several layers of clothing. Remus tried to ignore the long socks that Tonks was silkily pulling onto her legs, while Tonks tried to ignore the sleeve that was about to fall off Remus's robe.
After they were dressed, they had to wait for Mad-Eye Moody to come and check on them. It was an annoying procedure, but they'd been through it a few times now.
"Still really dark."
"De clouds aren't gonna go way quick. Ly."

Mad-Eye was taking his time. It was very out of character. Missions were run with the precision of military operations, which they probably were. He was unlikely to have slept in…unless someone had put sleeping potion in his hip flask, and even if they had, there was his seconds-in-command for rousing lethargic Order members- Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Surely Molly would come to fetch us."
"Yeah…baybe she fetch everyone else, and we last."
"It doesn't take…half an hour to wake everyone up."
"If dere like you, it dub." Tonks responded lightly, but she was concerned. What had happened to their elite scheduling? Had something odd happened to Headquarters? Was absolutely everyone ignored their alarm clocks (human and mechanical)? She almost dreaded going outside, in case everyone had been kidnapped or something. Paranoid thoughts, she knew, but that's what you get from hanging around Mad-Eye Moody.

"Well…dere isn'd much we can do. We go alone, baybe, but dey'd have us in two seconds. On be ober hand, we lie stay here and waid."
Remus laughed at Tonks's voice, and turned to face her. He looked deep into her eyes, and put his hand under her chin.

"You'll ged my cold."
"Never mind. Your germs are probably beautiful, too."
"Rebus…Mad-Eye be here soon. We should nod snob, cause rebember wad habben last time we got caught?"
Remus nodded, not taking his eyes off of her. He had beautiful eyes, and he looked so sleepy and pale, as well as having stubble from not shaving.

"Stuff it. Led's shag."
"No, Nym…we'd have to rip off all our clothes."
"Well, yeah."
"And then we'd have to put them back on again."
"I dow, Rebus."
"And it's quarter to now. How are we going to manage to make love and put three layers of protective clothing on by seven? Let's go and have breakfast."

He got up and walked towards the door, but Tonks remained sat on the bed.
"Are you coming?" he asked.
"Rebus…whad if…"
"Don't be paranoid, dear. There's nothing to worry about."

Following him through, she was glad to find HQ was still good old HQ…but really dark.
"Lumos." they said, and they made their way towards the kitchen with the lights of their wand. There was nothing there, no sound except for the ticking of the clock.
Tonks moved her wand onto it.

"Half pas fibe." she read, in utter shock. "Someone must have messed with our clock."
"We've been Weasley'd." Remus declared, solemnly.
"I don'd belibe it…" she said. "And we've god do be awake in half hour, so we can't go back do bed…"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yes. Led's shag."
"No…let's wake up Fred and George."