AN: So, get this: I'm sitting in the car one day when this idea hits me. What if Nymphadora Tonks had a younger sister? What if she was a Slytherin? What if she was friends with Fred and George and Lee, and, dare I say it, the golden trio? So, here is my crazy idea all written down for you. Let me know if you would like a series where each story focuses on one year, or just one long story. BTW I do NOT own Harry Potter, only Drucilla Tonks and this story idea. I hope you enjoy!

If you like music while you read I'll put the songs here.

Song: Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

May 17, 1989, Morning

Drucilla Tonks woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Sunlight from the morning sun poured in through her bedroom window, temporarily blinding her. She brought a hand to her eyes in hopes of blocking out the intruding light. Her attempts, however, were pointless, so she begrudgingly got out of bed. A few simple articles of clothing were taken from her dresser before she quickly put them on.

Dru then took the opportunity to examine her reflection in the mirror attached to her dresser. She had always been told that she was the perfect combination of her parents. She had her mother's raven hair and straight nose, and her father's warm, hazel eyes and charming smile. Many people would say that Drucilla Tonks was a most lovely young lady, but Dru didn't think so. All Dru saw was a girl who was too pale and too short.

Sighing, Dru made her way down the stairs. Once she arrived in the kitchen a cacophony of singing began to burst all around her.

They were singing happy birthday to her, after all, it was her eleventh birthday. One of the most important birthdays in a young witch's (or wizard's) life!

Dru glanced about at the occupants of the room. Her mother and father were there, of course, as was her Nan, her father's mother, and her Uncle Alfie, her father's younger brother. The only person who was missing was her sister Nymphadora, or Dora as everyone called her, as she was off at Hogwarts.

When everyone stopped singing, Dru smiled happily at all of them. "Thank you so much!" she said brightly.

Her mother hugged her sweetly before handing her two yellowish envelopes. "We'll have breakfast when you're done reading those, and then you can open your other presents," said her mother.

The first letter was from Dora. It read:

Dear Dru,

Happy birthday! Can't believe you're already eleven. As always, I'm sorry I can't be there to celebrate with you.

I asked Professor McGonagall during Transfiguration yesterday, how much trouble I'd be in if I borrowed a broomstick and flew home that night. I even swore I'd be back in time for lessons the next day! She didn't seem to happy about it either way...Anyways, I hope you like the gift I got you. I used a charm so the wrappings were your favorite colour.

Dru glanced over at the table and spotted the package in question. It was a medium, square package covered with wrappings the colour of amethyst.

Have a wonderful birthday!

Love Your Sister,

Dora

Dru smiled happily before continuing onto the second letter, which just so happened to be her Hogwarts letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Tonks:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Dru held both the letters to her chest for. Her heart felt warm and light. This was sure to be her best birthday yet.

oOo

After breakfast, which was beans on toast, Dru opened her gifts.

She opened the gift from Nan first. It was a teardrop shaped amethyst that was a bit bigger than the tip of her finger. It dangled from a silver chain. Dru put it on and made a silent vow to never take it off.

The next gift she opened was from Uncle Alfie. He had bought her a copy of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Dru absolutely loved horror novels! In fact, those were the only kinds of books she bothered reading.

Next, she opened her sister's gift. It was a music box. When it was opened, there was a rose bud that bloomed, then wilted, then bloomed again. All the while, a sweet melody played. Engraved in the lid of the box were the words: To help you sleep.

Finally, she opened the last gift, which was from her parents. It was the largest of all the boxes. It had no paper. Just a box with a lid. Once Dru had lifted the lid, she peaked inside. At the bottom of the box was a little, black kitten looking up at her with bright, green eyes.

Dru reached into the box to pick the kitten up. She nestled him against her cheek. He purred sweetly.

"You got her a cat?" said Nan, a bit surprised.

"It's not just any cat, Mum," said Dru's father.

"What do you mean, Ted?"

"It's part kneazle."

"What the hell is a kneazle?" asked Uncle Alfie. Dru was so used to having both Muggle and Wizarding culture blended into her life that she forgot that her father's family were all Muggles.

"Kneazles," began her mother, "are creatures that are related to cats. They're really good at detecting untrustworthy people and really protective of their owners."

The purring from the small kitten continued. When Dru pulled the kitten away from her to get better look at him, he began to mew in protest. She giggled before holding him to her again.

"What are you going to call him, Dru?" her father asked.

Again, Dru pulled the kitten away from her face in order to see him better. She noted his big ears and big eyes. It reminded her of the little, fuzzy creature from that American film called Gremlins. What was his name again? Oh, Gizmo!

"Gizmo. I'll call him Gizmo. Do you like that name?" she directed the last part to the kitten, who purred happily in response.

This really was turning out to be a wonderful birthday!

AN: Okay, first chapter. Please let me know what you all think! 'Til next time.