Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. It was April when Misha
arrived, on foot, into the very heart of London. It was very different to
her now than when she had been here last with her parents.
The people of London were barely hospitable to Misha, as to the fact that she appeared to them as a street urchin, with her raggedy clothes. Her cloak was merely a rag. The hood had long fallen off. Her platinum blonde hair was blackened from long traveling. The pants that she wore were in shreds. And aside from the scar on her right arm, that seemingly never gets dirty, her skin was covered in dirt. It appeared as though she hadn't bathed in months.
It was close to nightfall when Misha was tired of walking and just sat down in an alleyway next to an old phone booth. She had fallen asleep next to the phone booth.
The time was near 9am when she woke up again. There was an old lady making her way to the phone booth that was next to her. She looked at Misha, in her raggedy clothes, and started to rummage in her purse.
"Here you go, young lady. You can buy yourself some clothes with this..." She placed 10 golden coins into Misha's lap and then entered the phone booth. Misha picked up one of the coins and examined it. It said, "One Galleon" on one side and had the face of a wizened man on the other side.
"I can't use this...This isn't mon..." She looked up and the lady had disappeared. "Where did she go?" She asked herself. She stood up to leave, putting the money that the woman that disappeared into her pocket. She was no sooner than out on the street than she ran into a familiar face. The man that was looking for her sister, that day that she had run away, was standing in front of her. This time, however, he wasn't wearing a dress, but instead a dirty old leisure suit. His hair was still as greasy as the day that she first met him. He was accompanied by a young woman, which was dressed in street clothes. Her hair was spiked and colored pink.
"Misha?" The woman said, looking at Misha. Misha was surprised that this woman knew her name. "What are you doing in London? Mum's trace said you were evading them back in Surrey. It's me your sister."
"Nymphy?" Misha managed to choke out. She looked over the woman and she looked nothing like her sister.
"We should get you inside the Ministry, quickly...Save the reunion for later." The greasy haired man said, looking around conspicuously. He grabbed them both by shoulder, and led them to the phone booth. He did a couple of things with the phone, and a voice emanated in the booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." The voice said.
"Nymphadora Tonks, Auror, here to escort Severus Snape and Misha Tonks to a meeting with the Floo Powder Network." Tonks spoke up.
"Thank you," Said the voice. "Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes." The badges with Misha and Severus's names on them came out of the coin chute. "The Ministry of Magic wishes you a good day." With that, the booth started to descend into the ground.
"You know that Mum is worried about you. Dad says that you will turn up eventually." Tonks said to her sister. As she was talking, her face started changing. After a few seconds, she looked like she did when Misha and she had first met in the hospital ward.
The phone booth hit the ground smoothly. There was a huge indoor courtyard in front of it.
"I don't want to go back home. I hate them. They lied to me..."
"I lied to you too. I am a metamorphmagus. It means I can change the way I look at will." She explained. "Anyways, I am not taking you back home, You are going with us to Hogsmeade. It is a city just outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
They came up on a row of fireplaces. Tonks grabbed pot of a grayish- green powder.
"You'll need this...Just grab a handful of this floo powder, stand over the fire, throw the powder into the flame, and say 'Hogsmeade Station,' and poof, you're there. Don't worry, the flame won't hurt you." She said holding the pot out towards Misha. Snape had already grabbed some floo powder and used one of the many fireplaces to go.
Misha grabbed a handful of the grayish-green powder. It felt warm, but the hand holding the powder felt like it was getting cold. She sheepishly stepped over the flame and dropped the powder into the flame. She piped up, "...hogsmeade...station..."
The flame flared up and engulfed her. She felt like she was being pulled by her nasal cavity through a tunnel. Lights went zooming by as she went forward. Then a light came zooming directly at her and she slid out onto a carpet rug. The soot settled around her. She looked around and saw various pictures staring back down at her watching her and whispering to one another, she of course didn't see the pictures that where whispering, nor heard them. There was a reddish-orange bird on a perch near to where she was on the floor.
As she got to her feet she noticed a book case that covered an entire wall and went from the floor to the ceiling. There were various things strewn about the room.
"Nyphy? Crazy man whom I first met wearing a dress? Is anybody here? Anybody?" She said into the air.
"We're here," One of the portraits hanging on the wall chimed. Others nodded in agreement.
"Whoa, I've lost it. I could've sworn that picture just said something to me..."
"I did, silly girl." The portrait responded. The portrait looked like the wizened man that was on the gold coins that the one woman gave her that very morning. "We all talk and move here in our world."
"What world would that be? I thought this was Earth..."
"You know not of the wizarding world? But you came by the floo powder network..."
"I am kind of new to all of this...My parents are wizards, me sister, too. I was supposed to end up at Hogsmeade Station, I think it was. Is this Hogsmeade Station?"
"No, you are in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you are standing in the middle of the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's office. Hogsmeade Station is down the mountain. Are you a squib? You said your family's a bunch of wizards."
"What is a squib?" She questioned.
"A squib is a person of wizard's blood but cannot do magic." A portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress said.
"I don't think so...I was in an accident when I was eight and was in a coma for four years. My parents tried to keep magic a secret from me but so to speak it was hard to keep it a secret and I ran away, I was in London a few minutes ago and I ran into my sister and a guy named Severus Snape..."
"He is the potions teacher here and also head of Slytherin." The wizened man portrait said, emphasizing Slytherin with disgust. "Who is your sister, girl?"
"My sister? Her name is Nymphadora Tonks..."
"She is a fine good Auror, she is." A voice came from behind her. It was a male voice. It was soothing to her and vaguely familiar. She turned around and saw a man's silhouette sitting in the desk that was vacant a few seconds before. "That will be enough questioning, Godric. I think our young friend is tired, am I right Misha?"
"Wait, how do you know my name?" She had not recognized the man until she stepped forward and saw the same man that had visited when she was little. "...I know you. You visited my family when I was little."
"I am glad to see you remember. But you look like you need to be cleaned up. If you step through that doorway, you will find a bath and a change of clothes. I must go and tell your sister that you are okay." He said.
"Thank you, Mister?" Misha asked.
"Professor Dumbledore."
"...Professor, okay. Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."
The people of London were barely hospitable to Misha, as to the fact that she appeared to them as a street urchin, with her raggedy clothes. Her cloak was merely a rag. The hood had long fallen off. Her platinum blonde hair was blackened from long traveling. The pants that she wore were in shreds. And aside from the scar on her right arm, that seemingly never gets dirty, her skin was covered in dirt. It appeared as though she hadn't bathed in months.
It was close to nightfall when Misha was tired of walking and just sat down in an alleyway next to an old phone booth. She had fallen asleep next to the phone booth.
The time was near 9am when she woke up again. There was an old lady making her way to the phone booth that was next to her. She looked at Misha, in her raggedy clothes, and started to rummage in her purse.
"Here you go, young lady. You can buy yourself some clothes with this..." She placed 10 golden coins into Misha's lap and then entered the phone booth. Misha picked up one of the coins and examined it. It said, "One Galleon" on one side and had the face of a wizened man on the other side.
"I can't use this...This isn't mon..." She looked up and the lady had disappeared. "Where did she go?" She asked herself. She stood up to leave, putting the money that the woman that disappeared into her pocket. She was no sooner than out on the street than she ran into a familiar face. The man that was looking for her sister, that day that she had run away, was standing in front of her. This time, however, he wasn't wearing a dress, but instead a dirty old leisure suit. His hair was still as greasy as the day that she first met him. He was accompanied by a young woman, which was dressed in street clothes. Her hair was spiked and colored pink.
"Misha?" The woman said, looking at Misha. Misha was surprised that this woman knew her name. "What are you doing in London? Mum's trace said you were evading them back in Surrey. It's me your sister."
"Nymphy?" Misha managed to choke out. She looked over the woman and she looked nothing like her sister.
"We should get you inside the Ministry, quickly...Save the reunion for later." The greasy haired man said, looking around conspicuously. He grabbed them both by shoulder, and led them to the phone booth. He did a couple of things with the phone, and a voice emanated in the booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." The voice said.
"Nymphadora Tonks, Auror, here to escort Severus Snape and Misha Tonks to a meeting with the Floo Powder Network." Tonks spoke up.
"Thank you," Said the voice. "Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes." The badges with Misha and Severus's names on them came out of the coin chute. "The Ministry of Magic wishes you a good day." With that, the booth started to descend into the ground.
"You know that Mum is worried about you. Dad says that you will turn up eventually." Tonks said to her sister. As she was talking, her face started changing. After a few seconds, she looked like she did when Misha and she had first met in the hospital ward.
The phone booth hit the ground smoothly. There was a huge indoor courtyard in front of it.
"I don't want to go back home. I hate them. They lied to me..."
"I lied to you too. I am a metamorphmagus. It means I can change the way I look at will." She explained. "Anyways, I am not taking you back home, You are going with us to Hogsmeade. It is a city just outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
They came up on a row of fireplaces. Tonks grabbed pot of a grayish- green powder.
"You'll need this...Just grab a handful of this floo powder, stand over the fire, throw the powder into the flame, and say 'Hogsmeade Station,' and poof, you're there. Don't worry, the flame won't hurt you." She said holding the pot out towards Misha. Snape had already grabbed some floo powder and used one of the many fireplaces to go.
Misha grabbed a handful of the grayish-green powder. It felt warm, but the hand holding the powder felt like it was getting cold. She sheepishly stepped over the flame and dropped the powder into the flame. She piped up, "...hogsmeade...station..."
The flame flared up and engulfed her. She felt like she was being pulled by her nasal cavity through a tunnel. Lights went zooming by as she went forward. Then a light came zooming directly at her and she slid out onto a carpet rug. The soot settled around her. She looked around and saw various pictures staring back down at her watching her and whispering to one another, she of course didn't see the pictures that where whispering, nor heard them. There was a reddish-orange bird on a perch near to where she was on the floor.
As she got to her feet she noticed a book case that covered an entire wall and went from the floor to the ceiling. There were various things strewn about the room.
"Nyphy? Crazy man whom I first met wearing a dress? Is anybody here? Anybody?" She said into the air.
"We're here," One of the portraits hanging on the wall chimed. Others nodded in agreement.
"Whoa, I've lost it. I could've sworn that picture just said something to me..."
"I did, silly girl." The portrait responded. The portrait looked like the wizened man that was on the gold coins that the one woman gave her that very morning. "We all talk and move here in our world."
"What world would that be? I thought this was Earth..."
"You know not of the wizarding world? But you came by the floo powder network..."
"I am kind of new to all of this...My parents are wizards, me sister, too. I was supposed to end up at Hogsmeade Station, I think it was. Is this Hogsmeade Station?"
"No, you are in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you are standing in the middle of the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's office. Hogsmeade Station is down the mountain. Are you a squib? You said your family's a bunch of wizards."
"What is a squib?" She questioned.
"A squib is a person of wizard's blood but cannot do magic." A portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress said.
"I don't think so...I was in an accident when I was eight and was in a coma for four years. My parents tried to keep magic a secret from me but so to speak it was hard to keep it a secret and I ran away, I was in London a few minutes ago and I ran into my sister and a guy named Severus Snape..."
"He is the potions teacher here and also head of Slytherin." The wizened man portrait said, emphasizing Slytherin with disgust. "Who is your sister, girl?"
"My sister? Her name is Nymphadora Tonks..."
"She is a fine good Auror, she is." A voice came from behind her. It was a male voice. It was soothing to her and vaguely familiar. She turned around and saw a man's silhouette sitting in the desk that was vacant a few seconds before. "That will be enough questioning, Godric. I think our young friend is tired, am I right Misha?"
"Wait, how do you know my name?" She had not recognized the man until she stepped forward and saw the same man that had visited when she was little. "...I know you. You visited my family when I was little."
"I am glad to see you remember. But you look like you need to be cleaned up. If you step through that doorway, you will find a bath and a change of clothes. I must go and tell your sister that you are okay." He said.
"Thank you, Mister?" Misha asked.
"Professor Dumbledore."
"...Professor, okay. Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."