CHAPTER 35: Mythology

At that moment, Remus Lupin's mind was filled with doubt. He tried one more time to unsuccessfully send them all away, but unpleasant scenarios were replaying themselves despite his attempts to ignore them, each getting worse than the one before until they were utter mad catastrophes he was sure could not have happened. Silly, those were just silly thoughts he ought not to be having. What really happened – assuming something had indeed happened other than Sirius for not even about that he was sure of – was none of his business. So he kept staring at the ever diminishing sun, watching as it lowered until all that was left were the sunbeams.

'Gone,' he murmured. 'The sun has set.'

'Yeah. Huge ball of fire is gone,' muttered Tonks bitterly.

Remus then was suddenly reminded by the mention of a single word of the promise he had made to himself months before. He had assured himself he would find a way to help her get rid of her Boggart and he had done nothing about it since then. He sighed. Renewing his promise, he assured himself he would go through every textbook on the matter if it were needed. At least this time round he had somewhere to start. He was the son of Lyall Lupin after all. There had yet to exist a Boggart he could not find a way to see it amusingly.

'The inwardness of Apollo,' he said as if to just take her mind off of it.

'The what?'

'Inwardness, like ... the essence,' he repeated, looking away from the disappearing sun to see her furrowing brows, 'of – You do know Apollo, don't you?' But as she continued to look at him as though he had been speaking a foreign language, he added, 'The god of the sun.'

Her facial expression softened a bit.

'You're not a mythology fan?' he questioned quizzically.

'I – um ... Well, seems quite cool, but –'

'Really? It's just that Penates,' he gestured towards the tree her bird had been, 'I thought you –'

'Oh! Oh no ... That was dad,' she explained. 'Dad named him before he even gave him to me. Said it'd be fitting 'cause I was moving out of home so it had something to do with prosperity and wellbeing,' she wondered. 'Something like that.'

'Something like that,' agreed Remus, 'more related to the family, to be honest, the family's prosperity and wellbeing, protection. Quite fitting since you would be living alone. You were going to live on your own, wouldn't you?'

'Yep. Quite an Auror I would be if I needed an owl to look after me,' she supposed before adding, 'You and dad would get along.' She smiled, the truest smile Remus had seen upon her face on that evening. 'Would have quite a lot to talk about.'

However childish it was, Tonks found herself assaulted by the image of both her father and Remus talking for hours about that subject after she had brought the latter to the Tonkses' house as her boyfriend.

'And a bit with your mother as well, I suppose.'

Why, he was growing quite fond of her confused face.

'Some stars and constellations were named after Greek gods, heros and some secundary characters, you see,' his voice assuming the professorial tone he could not help whenever he was about to explain something his listener had no knowledge of. 'Andromeda is one of them, but also Orion, Cassiopeia, the twins: Castor and Pollux, all names I recall seeing on the Black family tree. Now, I'm not saying she liked them or anything –'

'I know,' she told him whilst picturing a younger version of her parents, her father trying to impress her mother by saying exactly what Remus was telling her. She only wished he had been doing the same.

'Did she give you a middle name?'

'Unfortunately.'

Remus awaited her to answer his unspoken question and just when he thought of voicing it to incite her, she gave him a response.

'Vulpecula. D'you reckon she loved me? 'Cause honestly – who gets a baby girl and says, "Oh, I love her so much, I'm gonna name her Nymphadora Vulpecula!" And I bet dad was drunk and passed out or she dealt with the papers without letting him know or something. 'M not buying all that rubbish he agreed with her because she had given up everything for him already. Nymphadora Vulpecula is not something you agree with! No matter how much – You're laughing?' she asked all of a sudden when a chuckle came from him and Tonks propped herself onto her elbow in order to look at him. 'You are laughing.'

'I apologise,' he said still smiling.

'And here I thought you were a nice bloke,' she mocked and Remus sat, looking at her from above.

'If finding you amusing does not make of me a nice bloke, then yes, I am guilty. However, could I ask of you a minute to try to redeem myself?'

Still trying hard not to blush at his compliment, Tonks narrowed her eyes as an attempt to make him believe she was actually considering giving him a negative answer, but she knew all too well what her answer would be the instant his face softened and the request was made.

'I suppose everyone deserves a second chance.'

'And I'll try not to ruin mine,' he assured her before gesturing towards the tarred bench they were. 'So, if you please.'

Glad that night had already fallen and the stars were visible. Remus lay back down and she mimicked him tentatively.

'Can you show me where the constellation of Andromeda is?'

'There.'

Tonks pointed to a group of stars that seemed to be organised in some sort of pattern just so she did not have to assume she had no idea whatsoever as to where the constellation her mother had been named after was, even though she was well aware that her plan could not last for long.

'You mean ...' Remus reached for her hand with his own, sending a jolt of adrenaline down her arm with his touch and she hoped he did not notice she had tried to hide it as he moved her hand an inch to the left, 'that one?'

'Yes, of course!' The irony in her answer was palpable.

'All right,' he grinned. 'And would you know which one is this?' He moved her hand again, indicating a smaller constellation, which consisted of only a few stars not far from Andromeda.

'Vulpecula?' she guessed.

'Precisely.' He nodded, letting go of her hand and Tonks could not help but to feel a tiny bit disappointed. 'Also known as the Fox Constellation, from the Latin. They're rather close, but from different families. Vulpecula is somewhat unreachable to Andromeda, small and fragile, as though it was a being that needed her protection. Are you familiar with Andromeda's tale?'

'The one from the mythology?'

'Yeah.'

'A bit.' She frowned, recalling the memory of her father telling it to her. 'I know this monster wanted to kill her to punish her parents, but she was saved by a hero ... Purseus?'

'Perseus,' he corrected her. 'Well, that's basically it. But um, Cassiopeia, Andromeda's mother, had insulted the Nereids by saying she was more beautiful than they were. She should know better than to insult other's beauty. So, some say the Nereids went to Poseidon, the god of the sea, and he sent a mighty monster, but others say they sent the monster themselves; point is the monster was sent to destroy king Cepheus's lands, who was Andromeda's father. The king went to an oracle for advice and he was told to give his daughter to the monster to appease everything. Perseus had been flying –'

'He could fly? Just like that?'

'Hermes's had lent him the winged sandals to fight Medusa.'

'He fought Medusa too?'

'Well, yes, but I'm afraid if we go in there, we'd miss the meeting,' he grinned.

'Right.' Tonks nodded curtly. 'Some other time then.'

'Sure. So, he saw Andromeda, pale and immobile; legend has it, that if it weren't for the tears on her cheeks and the breeze on her hair, he would have fought she was a marble statue. She was paralysed, but he managed to get her name and why she was chained to the rock from her. He then, as the son of Zeus, asked her parents to be her suitor, but he said he would try to deserve the virgin by the services he would provide. Her parents agreed because she was actually betrothed to her uncle, Phineus. Perseus fought the monster in a battle of water and blood and managed to defeat it. Then during the wedding, Phineus claimed Andromeda, but her father said that had been the gods' will and she would not marry him, he said that he should've claimed her when she was about to be devoured by the monster. Phineus attacks Perseus either way, so he uses Medusa's head to petrify Phineus's comrades; Phineus begs for his life, but Perseus wasn't a merciful man and petrified him too. So Perseus and Andromeda got married and had lots of children. Later on Athena decided to commemorate her by placing her image amongst the stars.' Remus sighed. 'Any resemblance with your parents' story is a mere coincidence.'

Tonks joined him in a light laughter.

'Who would say, uh? Dad's a hero, who saved her from a monster and from marrying a relative,' she mused before adding with a hint of mockery, 'No resemblance at all.'

'Isn't it? Perseus is actually the only hero who had a happy ending.'

'Not even Hercules?' Tonks's eyebrows burrowed.

Remus took in a breath and let it out, taking his time to breathe again.

'Hercules is poisoned and dies, actually ...' He put his hand behind his head. 'Perseus is Hercules's great grandfather.'

'You don't say.' Tonks's eyebrows rose. 'Everybody's related in this shite.'

'Reminding you of any family we know?'

They both laughed joyfully at it.

'But yeah,' Remus continued after the laughter had died, 'Perseus has a few complications along the way, but he lives his life with Andromeda happily thereafter. And all that to tell you that Andromeda is in the family of Perseus whereas Vulpecula is in Hercules's. However much she wanted you, you were always outside her reach. She would need to make – no pun intended,' he added with a smile, 'a herculean effort to have you, since she was trapped in the pure-blood circle. Something tells me Andromeda had at least this bit of your name planned long before she even met your father. Now Nymphadora –'

'Don't call me that.'

'Wasn't calling you by it, simply moving on to the first bit of your name.'

'Oh ...' She still did not enjoy having to hear it over and over again.

'Yes, now, Nymphadora means, if I'm not mistaken, gift of the nymphs.'

In the pause he took to breathe, she answered his rhetorical comment, 'You are not.'

'You're ruining my second chance, Dora.'

'Sorry.' Tonks bit her lip, her hand clutching to the piece of parchment in her pocket and wishing no more to interrupt him, but she would need to voice words far earlier than she expected.

'Nymphs are beings related to all sorts of plants, but they were also responsible for reproduction. Did your parents have any trouble conceiving?'

'Not that I'm aware of,' she said after a second.

'Huh.'

'What?'

'I could swear you'd say yes. Even had the whole speech planned with you being their precious gift and Andromeda loving you before she loved your father, but I suppose that does not fit.' He exhaled somewhat frustrated. 'I offer you then a replacement that is surely not as good, but fits. Andromeda always had a passion for the flora, was always marvelled with their power to create a whole new life out of themselves and so she named you after the entities that cared for the plant life in the ancient Greece,' he grinned. 'I suppose she could still love you before she loved your dad.'

'So, according to you, she'd rather name her daughter Nymphadora instead of one of the thousands beautiful flower names out there just because she liked plants?'

Remus rubbed the back of his neck.

'That's not good at all, is it?'

Tonks shook her head.

'Am I still considered an evil bloke in your book?'

'You never were.' A seriousness in her voice that did not match the light tone of their conversation thus far.

He felt a sudden warmth fill his chest and a grand affection for the witch beside him, which left him unable to voice a single word for a few instants.

'I could give you the benefit of the doubt if you rather,' she mocked.

'No.' Remus swallowed his bashfulness away. 'I-I appreciate it, really do.' He remained in silence for another instant before adding, 'Thank you.'

'You earned it.' Glad to leave the seriousness behind them, Tonks smiled.

'I suppose it'd still fit the fact that the Nereids are also known as the sea nymphs and her mother in the Greek myth was one of the nymphs' nemesis and by running away from her fate with your father she was, somehow, double-crossing her and thus, the nymphs were so content that granted her the most precious gift: you. You'd need to be mad to think she didn't love you after something like that.' Remus propped on his elbow and looked down into her eyes. 'You are her gift of the nymphs. I'm pretty sure she loved you before she loved your father.'

He found it endearing the way she chewed on her bottom lip and would have find even more if the light had allowed him to see the pink upon her cheeks as she saw her name with a whole new perspective and realised that she was even more sure of the way she felt towards him. Pity they had been talking about her parents when she realised that or rather her fictional self's mythological parents or just her fictional parents or – Tonks exhaled heavily.

'You made me hate it a little bit less.'

Remus laughed.

'Still don't like it though?'

'Still don't like it.' He lay back down and she pointed to a row of three stars. 'Are those something?'

'That's Orion. His belt, to be honest.' He got her hand one more time, tracing the constellation's image. 'He's shooting an arrow with a bow. See?'

'And where's the head?'

'You'll have to imagine the head.'

'Is he kneeling or something?' she asked. 'Why are his legs so short?'

'I don't know,' he admitted. 'Guess it is required a bit of imagination.'

'It sure is,' commented Tonks. 'Wonder how that pure-blood twat would feel towards being immortalised with a bow and an arrow instead of a wand, though.'

'Interesting thought,' remarked Remus.

'Serves him right,' Tonks decided before asking, 'And where's Sirius?'

'Right there.' Remus pointed to an incredibly bright dot in the dark sky. 'The brightest star.' And he showed her the other stars that formed the Canis Major.

'This one actually makes sense.'

'Orion was a hunter, you see,' he added. 'He's chasing the Taurus,' Remus pointed the constellation with said name and then another one, 'or the Lepus, whichever you prefer, with his two dogs.'

'Is Regulus in the Mini Canis?' she guessed.

'Canis Minor,' cleared Remus with a chuckle. 'But no, the Regulus star is in the Leo constellation.'

'Too bad ... What about Remus?' she asked, referring to his mythological homonym.

'Remus doesn't have a constellation.'

'Shame.' Tonks frowned. 'Why not?'

He shrugged.

'I suppose no one's interested in the one who dies.'

Her frown softened and Tonks supported her weight on her elbow to look at him properly. She felt her heart tighten.

'Everybody dies in the end, Remus.'

'Well, he died before the end, though,' he argued. 'Nursed by a wolf, brought up by a shepherd and murdered by his own brother, who lived on and ruled Rome. Nothing special about his story.'

Tonks watched as he sat on the bench. She knew exactly what he was trying to do, she saw right through him. He had done it before. And she was not about to let him belittle himself like that. Not when she was around to stop him.

'Good thing you can write your own story then,' she said sitting upright, 'a brilliant one; whereas I am doomed to forever live under Perseus's and Andromeda's shadows.'

Remus chuckled.

'I'm pretty sure Perseus and Andromeda didn't have a daughter named Nymphadora,' he pointed out and gathered the courage to mouth what his brain was telling him to keep for himself, to mouth what his heart knew she would appreciate to hear. 'You're one of a kind, the only daughter of Edward and Andromeda Tonks. You'd stand out either way.' Remus got a lock of her shoulder-length hair and placed it behind her ear. 'It's nearly eight. We'd better not be late.'

He stood up and waited for her to do so as well. They made their way back to the twelve Grimmauld Place feeling the air around themselves much lighter than when they left the house. Remus pocketed his hand holding his wand firmly and knew that Tonks had been doing the same for she had barely taken her hand from her pocket on that evening. He started replaying memories as they passed on that same spot they were a few hours earlier.

The Auror had arrived at the Order Headquarters not after her obligations at the Ministry were done, he supposed. She seemed uptight; glad to see him, certainly, but still something seemed off. She must have seen through him for she soon asked for her cousin's whereabouts and Remus had had no choice but to inform her that he had decided to go for a walk on his own. Apparently, Padfoot needed neither an owner nor a leash. She insisted upon looking for him, even though Remus had argued that Sirius would return soon enough. It worked on Halloween, didn't it?, she had reasoned. But Remus knew he would not be mad enough to let Dumbledore get suspicious on his escapades. The slip. It's not only the second time, is it? He remembered as he had closed his eyes and nodded, not feeling brave enough to look her in the eye. So far he had been bearing his best friend's secret on his own, but then he had made her guilty for not informing Dumbledore as well.

They had gone out to look for their friend, but neither of them had much hope of finding Sirius and thus they had ended up simply walking around the square across the street. Remus felt even guiltier for all he remembered from that bit of the evening were his shattered shoes. Eventually he had let himself fall upon one of the benches some Muggle kids had tarred years before. Tonks, though, seemed to have been worse than him since she had lied down on the same bench, glancing at the twilight sky. Remus then had lied beside her, his hair touching hers just to see if he could get from her something more than the dull, upset expression she had been wearing since before she arrived at the Grimmauld Place. She had managed no more than an almost imperceptible curl of one of her lips' ends.

All the while, Remus remained oblivious that her wand was not the only item Tonks had been holding tightly in her grip inside her pocket. He did not know that she held a piece of parchment with her friend's response for the letter she had sent to Romania a few days before. He did not know that the parchment had a few advices, which Tonks had decided to follow since she had no idea as to exactly what she should do with the knowledge that she wanted Remus as more than a friend. He did not know that the reason something seemed wrong had happened to Tonks was that the letter said that her friend, despite barely knowing him, reckoned Remus was not the kind of bloke who would take well if she just spit it all to him. He would remain oblivious to the fact that Tonks would follow her friend's advice and would spend as much time with him as possible, get to know all the little things he liked and invite him to her own life, letting clues here and there until he realised for himself or was safe enough to let him know. He did not know that she had loved how much younger he had seen during the couple of hours they had spent together even though she remained ignorant to the fact that he had only been acting that way so she would smile brighter.

Molly greeted them with an exasperated face as they entered the Grimmauld Place.

'Oh, thank goodness!' she exclaimed clapping her hands together. 'Dumbledore'll be here any minute. Where have you been?'

'We were just ...' Tonks began, but could not go on as she saw Sirius behind the elder woman, glaring at her.

'Out for a walk before the meeting, Molly,' Remus completed with a very convincing smile, looking at his friend before returning his eyes to the Weasley. 'You needn't worry. Is everyone here yet?'

'Hestia is on guard duty tonight with Dedalus and Mundungus' Molly spoke his name as though he was the most despicable wizard to ever exist, 'is on patrol in Hogsmeade. The professors are already here, but Dumbledore said it wasn't a very important meeting, so –'

'No need to hurry then?' Remus asked and he was quite sure he got a glimpse of the Weasley's ears turning red.

Tonks was not sure whether he had made her embarrassed on purpose or not, but did not hide her smile.

'Oh, well, I, ahn ...' Molly trailed off as she walked towards the kitchen.

Accompanied by Sirius, Remus and Tonks followed her and a few minutes later, Dumbledore joined them. The meeting began and they started sharing their reports on the watch on Harry for the weekend in Hogsmeade. All professors seemed to agree that the only thing out of the ordinary was his meeting with the journalist Rita Skeeter along with Hermione and some other young girl. Remus perceived the Headmaster narrowing his eyes at that comment, though none of them could tell exactly about what they had talked in all the hours Harry stayed at The Three Broomsticks. No movement at the Hall of the Prophecy had been reported the whole week and they distributed the shifts for the following week. Remus volunteered for his usual two night shifts.

'I'll go with him,' Tonks offered promptly and winked at him when their eyes met to which Remus responded with a smile and a curt nod.

Then Severus hinted that Harry could keep his mouth shut in the same way he could keep others from entering his mind and Remus found himself distracted. Tonks, sitting beside him, drummed her fingers upon the table; certainly bored to no end with the professor's note on the boy and asking herself if he would ever talk about something moderately interesting. Sirius, on his other side, was grabbing the sleeves of his own robes, clutching his teeth to stop himself from arguing in front of Dumbledore yet again that if Harry still could not defend himself against an attack to his mind was because he had an awful teacher. When Remus returned to himself, Snape was informing the new recruits Voldemort had been able to bring to his side, a couple of Ministry workers who could give him some more advantage to keep himself hidden for as long as the Dark Lord wanted or needed to. It seemed that his faithful servants who had been in Azkaban were not enough. Soon, the Headmaster had bid them good bye refusing Molly's invitation for him to stay for dinner. Remus supposed he needed a quiet place to think not only about what Harry had been put himself into and what their next move would be as Voldemort was getting stronger by the day and the number of his followers had done nothing but to increase.

'Sirius!' called Tonks as her cousin rose from his seat apparently to do something else. 'Bring in the stereo, would you, mate?' she asked with a wide grin.

'It's time already?' Sirius frowned.

'It's just started,' she answered checking her watch.

Sirius left to fetch the stereo and Tonks turned to the Weasley by the cook.

'You don't mind, do you, Molly?' she questioned, walking towards her. 'If we listen to the match here in the kitchen?'

'Um, what?' Molly looked from the knives cutting vegetables to the Auror behind her pointing her thumb to the table where Sirius had put the stereo and was waving his wand to turn it on. 'Oh, no, dear, of course not. Just try not to wake Mrs Black, please.'

'We'll try,' Tonks said with a smirk before gesturing to the vegetables with her head. 'D'you want some help?'

'Uuuh! That was a nice catch from Bradley,' narrated the voice coming from the speaker.

'Nah, I'll be done in a jiffy.' She shook her head, flicking her wand the vegetables flew to a pot with boiling water on the cook.

Tonks pulled the nearest empty chair and sat on it, her eyes flying straight to Remus sitting across her and with a strained expression upon her face, she morphed the pink away from her hair and the next instant it was black and white.

'Griffiths tries to get it, but he passes on to Campbell!'

'Where's your pin?' Tonks asked as Sirius grunted and he saw that she had a pin of her own on her robes.

Remus wondered when she had put it on for he had been watching her all the while since Dumbledore ended the meeting. Had she been with it already when she arrived? No ... He would have noticed, wouldn't he?

'I, um, upstairs,' he answered.

'Accio Remus's pin!' Tonks waved her wand and the item came flying to her hand. 'You still have a long way to go,' she commented giving the pin to him and Remus put it on.

'I don't believe this!' Sirius exclaimed.

'And Morgan gets the Quaffle!'

'You're really fraternising with the enemy?' Sirius demanded eyeing his best friend.

'I what?' Remus frowned.

'You're not on my side?' It was much more an accusation than a question.

'I ...'

'How did you do this?' Sirius now was glaring at Tonks.

'Morgan shoots ... and Bradley blocks her again.'

'Magic!' she grinned.

'Excuse me, Tonks, dear.' Molly levitated the pot from the cook to the table and started serving the plates. 'Here.' She placed the steak and kidney pudding in front of the Auror.

'Ta!' she thanked her.

'I spent nearly ten years trying to convince you to cheer for the single team in the league that has only ever hired witches and now you –' He stopped to listen to the narrator. 'Com'on, Gwenog!'

'Wait! Wait a secon – Bradley missed! Jones is gonna shooooooot and she SCORES!'

'There you go, Remus.' Molly handed him a plate.

'HA!' Sirius glared at both of them.

'Thanks, Molly.'

'That's for changing sides, Moony!'

'I – I've never cheered for the –' He paused before turning to Tonks. 'Which team are we playing against?'

'Sirius.' Molly put a plate for him.

Tonks chuckled and shook her head lightly.

'The Holyhead Harpies.'

'Thank you! Never cheered for the Holyhead Harpies. How come I changed sides?'

Sirius muttered something that sounded an awful lot like traitor, tossing a bite of the steak in his mouth.

'Maddock's with the Quaffle. Morgan is going to block him – Wow! A Bludger from Roberts stopped her. Maddock's getting closer. James is in position. He's getting closer, he's – IT'S IN! Maddock tied the score! Twenty, twenty.'

Smiling (for he thought that was the action expected from a fan when their team scores), Remus looked up to Tonks just to see a wide grin upon her lips and she turned to her cousin, shrugging.

'That's what you get for choosing your team because of the player's body and not their ability.'

As the match went on, Remus let his eyes dart to the cabinets behind Tonks's head, but not paying attention to them as he focused on the narrator's voice. However, he openly watched her whenever he felt her mind was fixed on the match. Her smile whenever the Magpies scored or the scorn and frown on her face whenever Sirius made a nasty comment when the Harpies scored, he liked both of them. He reminded himself to at least smile whenever the Magpies scored a goal. Molly and the other members were already gone, the three of them were the only ones left at the Headquarters. He discovered that counting the score of the match in smiles and frowns was certainly much more ... attractive. Thus far, eleven smiles and eight frowns, plus one to each side from before they started listening to the match. Magpies 120, Harpies 90. Remus had yet to realise that an Auror was never unaware of their surroundings and Tonks had noticed every single time he had stared at her, wondering if he was searching for advice on how to behave during your Quidditch team's match since it was the only plausible reason for him to be staring at her so frequently. Two frowns later, the narrator began screaming even louder.

'CAMPBELL DASHED ACROSS THE PITCH! Adams is right behind him. She's nearing him, she's nearing him! Hand's on the air. One inch and IT'S OVER! CAMPBELL HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! THE MAGPIES WIN!'

Tonks threw her head backwards and for the first time, Remus did not have to remind himself to smile, it came easily and naturally to him at that sight of her laughing out of sheer happiness.

'SCUM! DIRTYING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHER'S!'

After a moment of Tonks's laughter and Sirius scowling at the stereo, he waved his wand to end her celebration as the Auror stood up.

'Sorry about that, cos,' Tonks said, offering her hand for Sirius to shake. Although Remus did not think she felt sorry about her team's victory at all. 'You lot really need to find a faster Snitch, it's just too easy.' She winked as Sirius shook her hand.

'HALFBLOODS! HALF-BREEDS! THAT CANNOT BE!'

'Didn't think it was fast last week against the Pride, did you?'

'That was an accident.'

'Yeah, right,' Sirius said between his teeth before moving to close his mother's portrait. 'SHUT UP, YOU OLD HAG! SHUT UP!'

'That's our most famous say, did you know?' Tonks addressed to him as they walked to the door. 'Never told you, did I?'

'I don't think so.' Remus shook his head.

'Eunice Murray said that. Long time ago, in the thirties, not sure when,' she told him. 'Usually the crowd screams it at the end when we win. Beautiful thing to see ...'

Tonks stared at him for a short instant, her eyes narrowing a bit as she seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

'Is it really?'

'Yeah ...'

'See you on Friday then?'

'Huh?' Tonks furrowed her brows.

'Our shift ... the prophecy,' Remus explained before opening the door.

'Of course!' Tonks grinned. 'See you Friday night.' She wouldn't miss it for anything.

A/N: So ... I may or may not be really into mythology and thus incredibly happy to finally write this chapter. xD I apologise if there is anyone who doesn't like myhology there and found awfully boring to read this, but I honestly doubt that with all the references in the Black family that they would never have talked about it. I just wonder if J.K. Rowling followed the same line of thought I did to come up with Nymphadora, I don't think so, but there's a chance, right? ;)

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