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Author's note: Surprise!! I've decided to continue this series a little bit longer because I felt that it was too soon to have ended it in the first place, as I've been getting ideas for future one-shots in this series that refused to go away. I'm going to try to aim for a minimum of fifty (might go past that depending on the feedback). So here's another one-shot where Harry is paired with Tonks. Also another one-shot where Harry isn't seen until near the end.

Nymphadora Tonks

Rita was wandering around the grounds of Hogwarts in her beetle form, looking for any gossiping students so she could use that as a potential story and get it published in the Daily Prophet. Upon finding what she assumed was a safe place to land, Rita flew down and reverted back into her original form before heading for the castle. A few minutes later, Rita felt a couple taps on her shoulder, so she turned around and spotted 'herself,' but in a black uniform of some sort. Rita stood there incredulously before closing her eyes and rubbing them for a couple minutes, believing she was imagining herself. Then she stopped rubbing her eyes and opened them, only to find Nymphadora Tonks (or Tonks, as she was often referred to), who had used her metamorphmagus to return to normal while Rita's eyes were closed. Tonks had a nasty glare with crossed arms.

"What may I do for you, Nymphadora?" asked Rita, trying to keep her colly-wobbles in check.

Tonks immediately whipped her wand out and cast a few stinging hexes at Rita before conjuring some magic-suppression rope and tying them around the arrogant journalist. Rita felt tears welling up in her eyes because of the stinging pain, but Tonks showed zero sympathy and made it clear by giving Rita another glare.

"Nobody calls me by my first name without repercussions!!" Tonks growled at the beetle through gritted teeth.

"What are you here for anyway?" Rita demanded.

"To tell you that not only slandering Harry is a crime," Tonks informed the egotistical journalist. "But the fact that you've had the bloody nerve to get those degrading stories about him published in the Daily Prophet without his consent makes you even more selfish!"

"So." Rita responded with indifference.

"So," Tonks replied. "That's enough for you to get the trousers sued off of you. Plus, a free trip to a ministry holding cell will do wonders for you."

As soon as Tonks said that, Rita immediately found herself getting surrounded by aurors, who had their wands pointed at the egomaniacal journalist. Amelia Bones (identified by her bright-copper hair turning gray and a monocle over one eye) had a triumphant expression on her face. Rita could tell from Amelia's expression that she was now in deep trouble.

"Rita Skeeter," Amelia informed the egotistical writer, as she was placed in magic suppression handcuffs. "You're under arrest for multiple counts of slander and suspicions of other crimes you may have committed. You don't have to say anything, as it may harm your defence in court. Anything you choose to say can be given in evidence."

Rita was led away to outside the wards to be taken into ministry custody, shedding crocodile tears in a pathetic (but futile) attempt to get out of her predicament. Once the aurors left while dragging the truth-rejecting journalist, Tonks walked over towards the Black Lake. Sitting on a tree stump was Harry, who was looking out over the lake.

"Skeeter's gone, Harry." Tonks informed him.

"Thanks, Tonks," said Harry gratefully, when he turned his attention to her. "But you didn't have to go to all that trouble."

"Harry, I'm an auror," Tonks reminded him. "It's my job to serve and protect our community. That journalist would've continued slandering you and potentially anyone else had she not been arrested."

"Yeah, good point, Tonks." said Harry.

"Why don't we go out into London and find a nice restaurant for lunch," Tonks suggested as she checked her watch. "I'll even let you decide what kind of restaurant, if you wish."

With a smile forming on his face, Harry got up and followed Tonks over to a secluded area outside the school wards. Then she instructed Harry to grab ahold of her arms and when he did, she apparated herself and Harry over to an abandoned alley somewhere in London. With the most notorious journalist now in a ministry holding cell to await trial, Harry didn't have to worry about her printing stories about him without consent and the Daily Prophet was free to repair it's reputation. For once, things were looking up.

The End!