[A/N: And moving right along.]

Classes were just like I remembered they were. It didn't help that every teacher in the Order giggled when they saw me. Dumbledore had told them all who I was. Snape of course, made it a point to pick on me.

But then I had DADA, which I had heard was horrible, and it was. Dolores Umbridge was just as irritating and evil as she was when she was being undersecretary.

I sat towards the back of the class next to one of Harry's roommates, Neville, whose parents were legends around the auror office.

I tried to pay attention and pretend to be studious, but I couldn't. The kids were right, every time she opened her mouth I wanted to smack her in it.

When class finally ended and I packed up my things. As soon as I was on the other side of the door, Hannah grabbed me.

"Hey, Lynn," she said as I stumbled over my feet.

"Bit clumsy are you?" Harry asked me.

"Just a touch," I replied calmly.

The twins, Hermione, and Ron started pulling me toward a deserted corridor. Either they knew or they were about to rob me.

"We know a few clumsy people ourselves," Ron said.

"Uh, what's this all about?" I asked.

"Her name," Hannah said. "Our clumsy friend. It's Nymphadora."

"Oh, what a peculiar name," I said. They totally knew. I needed to escape. "Excuse me."

"Not so fast, Tonks," Hermione said pulling me back. "Drop the act. We all know it's you."

I sighed. The jig was up. "How? How did you figure me out so quickly? We all assumed you would but wow," I said. I really was impressed. I was sure I wasn't behaving like my usual self.

Hannah scoffed. "Sknot? Really? You couldn't think of a stupider name?"

"Sirius actually couldn't think of a stupider name," I said. So it was all Sirius' fault. "Which is why I'm here in the first place."

"Because of me I assume," Hannah said, crossing her arms, going into defensive mode.

"He just wants to see that you, all of you, stay out of trouble," I said. "But especially you Hannah. He is not happy with you at all."

And that is a severe understatement.

"I'm sure he isn't, but I'm not going to ever be able to trust him if he's pulling dirty tricks like this," she said.

I was starting to wonder if I was this self-important when I was 15.

"He wouldn't pull dirty tricks like this if you were able to keep other people out. Of. Your. Pants," I said hitting her upside the head with each final word. "What is the matter with you?"

"Do you have to hit me?" she asked rubbing her head.

"Maybe I'll knock some sense into you," I said. "I'm super disappointed in you too, you know? I took up for you when you told everyone you were dating Malfoy but now I have no idea if what I thought about you was true."

She sighed. "Okay. So, I lied a few times and I did some things I'm not exactly allowed to be doing but-."

"But nothing, Hannah. You. Are. In. So. Much. Trouble," I said whacking her upside the head again.

"Okay. I got the message. I'll be good from now on. I promise. Now go back to Grimmauld," she said.

"If it were that easy I wouldn't be standing here in the body of a 15-year-old now would I?" I asked. "I'm here until Easter break. If you haven't gotten it together by then, I'll be back here sitting with you in the Great Hall watching you like a hawk while you take your OWLs. Do you understand?"

Hannah groaned. "Yes."

Liar.

"Good. In the meantime, Harry, what is that ridiculous thing on your neck all about?" I asked. I'd noticed hickey yesterday while we were in the library but hadn't been able to bring it up until now.

Harry immediately covered his neck. "I burned myself."

"Oh, Hannah, there you are," a Slytherin girl said running down the corridor toward us.

"Hi, Kristen," Harry said when she reached us.

"I believe I said 'Hannah' not 'Harry' didn't I?" she asked coldly, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, Hannah, here are some charms notes Draco said borrowed from you. Wanted you to have them back."

"Oh, tell him thank you," Hannah said.

Kristen nodded and, giving a curt glance to Harry, she walked off.

"Wasn't she your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Now she's my bitter ex-girlfriend," Harry said.

888

"You are incredible, Lynn," Parvati said looking over my potions notes. "How do you know so much?"

"Gifted," I replied. The only good thing about being back here at Hogwarts was that I could blow the others students minds with how smart I was from being an auror and from having already put in my time here.

"We really shouldn't stay up so late when we've got class in the morning," Emily said. "It's after midnight already."

I looked down to my watch to confirm it. I looked around the room as if I was going to find Hannah there. She'd left a long time ago and never came back.

"I bet Snape's going to like you, Lynn. He detest Gryffindors but he's less of an asshole to the kids who actually know what they're doing in his class—except Hermione," Parvati said.

"I'm the 'insufferable know-it-all' apparently," Hermione said,

"Hey, he just said what everyone was thinking, Sweetheart," Emily said.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the door to the room opened. Hannah walked inside and immediately locked eyes with me sitting on her bed. Then she looked to Hermione.

"Where have you been?" I asked casually as possible.

"Out and about," she said pretending to be just as casual as I was.

"It's twelve-thirty. Curfew is 11 o'clock. You've been gone since like, ten," I said, trying my hardest not to sound like a mom.

"Oh, Lynn, don't mind her. Hannah's always out past curfew. Those are the kind of things you get to do when your boyfriend is a prefect," Parvati said.

"She shouldn't be around her boyfriend being that's she been barred from seeing him until Sunday," Hermione said. Ah, so when I wasn't around Hermione took over the position of scolding Hannah for bad behavior. I approved of this.

"Whoever said I was out with Draco?" Hannah asked.

"But you were," Emily chuckled. "Or were you making out with someone besides your boyfriend? You've totally got the whole make-out flush all over your face."

"Okay, so I was with Draco. Are you surprised?" Hannah asked.

"I am," Hermione replied glancing over at me. Hannah's disregard for authority ran much deeper than I had initially anticipated.

"Look we didn't even do anything. We met up at ten-thirty, we chatted for a bit, and we ended up making out for longer than was intended," Hannah said.

"Making out, Hannah? Is that all? Really?" Parvati asked.

"Yes," she said.

"It's never just making out with you, darling," Parvati said matter-of-factly.

"Well that's what happened," Hannah said.

"I dunno, you've lied before," Parvati said incredulously.

"That's because you guys don't need a news flash every time Draco and I do something," Hannah said.

"Well," Hermione started, "as long as you don't sleep with him-."

"I haven't if that's what you're getting at. I'm not stupid," Hannah said, glancing at me again as if to further inform me that she was telling the truth. "And even if I had, it wouldn't matter because it would be between us. It's not really anyone else's concern what I do with my body is it?"

"I completely agree, Hannah," Emily said.

"But you're only 15!" I said, unable to completely control the part of myself that wanted to act like her mother—a reflex I'd no doubt picked up from Sirius and Remus.

"And she's completely capable of making her own decisions, even if they're frowned upon or stupid," Emily said.

The nice one was the one who was taking her side. I couldn't believe it.

"Thanks, Em," Hannah said with a nod.

"No, but seriously, you definitely didn't just make out with him right just then," Parvati said. She had a one track mind. "You're lying again. . ."

I really hoped she wasn't. I wanted to be able to write my "report" tonight and tell them that she was sticking to her guns.

"Okay, so we didn't just make out," Hannah said with a sigh. I mentally face-palmed myself.

Hermione crossed her arms and huffed. "Even though you told Harry-."

"Hermione, Harry doesn't control every facet of my life. And neither does Dumbledore, or anyone else for that matter," she said pointedly. "Sometimes, things just happen."

"Hannah, I swear, if you round third base again I'm going to kill you," Hermione said angrily.

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Of course you are."

"Seriously," Hermione said, "I'm not helping you take care of any illegitimate children you may conceive while you're 15."

"What about when I'm 16? Would you help me then?" she asked sarcastically.

"Not funny," Hermione said, clearly not amused. The time for jokes was over. I rolled off Hannah's bed and walked over to my own to write my report.

Hello,

The jig is up. The kids know it's me. Thank you dog for the ridiculous dead giveaway name. Anyway, nothing much to report today except that Hannah is back to her old tricks. Even though she's barred from seeing Draco until Sunday, it has apparently not stopped her form visiting him, among other things unfortunately. Hermione is the voice of reason, but she's making about as much of an impression on her as we've been. It's really quite shocking that even though she knows who I am she still went gallivanting off with him. I honestly don't know what to do about her.

Tonks

I shoved the letter back into my nightstand while all the other girls prepared to settle themselves into bed. I had to say something to her to get the point across. I walked over to Hannah and she looked up at me.

"Hannah, can we chat in the hall for a moment?" I asked.

"Sure, Lynn," she replied.

We went into the deserted hall and closed our door behind us. I decided to just get down to it.

"Now, I know I'm in no way, shape, or form your guardian or parent or anything like that, but I have a very strong desire to just take a lead pipe and beat common sense into you with it," I said. "I know you're going to do whatever you want while you're here because obviously we can't control you, but I'm here. I'm here as Sirius' eyes and ears. He loves you like crazy and. . . You're worrying him."

"Look, I'm-."

"No. . . Hannah. . . You need to understand where Sirius is coming from and why it's so important that he be able to trust you. Why it's so important to him that you just stop behaving this way and doing these things," I said. She sat down on the floor with me and I took a deep breath. "He won't like that I've told you this—he doesn't talk about it to anyone ever anymore, but. . . You know how he ran away from home to live with your dad when he was 16? It wasn't just because our family sucks. It's because Sirius got his girlfriend pregnant as well."

"Oh. . ." Hannah said finally having a moment of clarity.

"He had a little girl. Her name was Lydia. She was only around for about a week before she was adopted. Never saw her again," I said. "You, Hannah, apparently remind Sirius a lot of himself when he was here and obviously he doesn't want you getting knocked up when you've got so much life a head of you. Please be better, Hannah."

Hannah reclined back against the wall and looked down at her socks. This was a look I'd never seen her have before—guilt. "He'll still never trust me now," she said.

I shook my head. "I'm sure he will, in time anyway."

She leaned over and sat her head on my shoulder.

"I'm stupid aren't I?" she asked.

I sighed. "Honestly. . . Yes." She laughed. "But everyone is when they're 15. It's okay. You just have to stop making the same mistakes over and over again."