Disclaimer: Is this even necessary any more? Well I don't own them
(wish I did!)
A:N: Thanks again to reviewers! It really makes my day, and motivates me to write, so keep 'em coming. So here's more.
And so, at ten after two, the Weasley's arrived. "Molly, Arthur, Ron, Ginny, Hermione," shouted Tonks as she ran to greet them in the front hall.
"Shouldn't we be a little quieter?" asked Ron. "We don't want to wake Her." With this statement, he shot a worried glance down the dark hallway.
"O," said Remus, who had just come down the hall, following Tonk's shouts. "It was destroyed a few weeks ago." He blushed a bit, and said hastily, "Shall we take your stuff up?" Ron, Ginny, and Hermione followed him up the stairs, toting assorted luggage and a rather disgruntled Crookshanks. The rest, however, hung back.
"Exactly how did that painting get destroyed?" asked Molly.
"Well," replied Tonks, "Mrs. Black was shouting rather loud and nasty things one day, and Remus kinda, well, he tore her to shreds with a butcher knife." She said this rather fast, and guiltily, looking over her shoulder for Remus. "Let's get this stuff upstairs," she said a little too perkily. They nodded and set off.
"Has he had any other bouts of temper?" asked Molly after a while. "Is he safe?"
"Yes, he's safe," she sighed, "this is nothing that's not to be expected." After everything was put away, they headed off to the kitchen.
"How's your arm?" asked Remus.
"Fine," was her reply, as she subconsciously touched it. I hate the word "fine" thought Remus.
"Well can I look?" asked Remus gently, yet firmly. She sighed and stuck out her arm, rolling up the sleeve, silently rejoicing at the excuse for him to touch her.
"It looks alright," he said, "but I want to put some healing slave on it." She nodded, and followed him to the cabinet, where he got it and started gently rubbing it into her burnt skin.
"You'll make a great father," she blurted. Why did I say that, she thought, mentally slapping herself. He gave her a questioning look.
They were saved from the moment when Ron asked, "What happened?"
"Spilled coffee" grunted Tonks, wincing slightly in pain.
"There," said Remus as he finished securing a bandage, "that should help with the healing."
"It's really good to have you here," said Tonks, "real food at last!" Molly smiled at the compliment.
"My cooking is just fine!" protested Remus.
"Of course it is," said Tonks brightly, "if you like burnt cardboard." She added in an undertone. Ron and Ginny burst out laughing, and Hermione smiled.
"If you're done with this verbal attack on my cooking," said Remus huffily.
"Well I suppose," sighed Tonks with a wink. I should be mad right now thought Remus. Why then does that make me so happy?
He was saved, by the ringing of the doorbell. "Wonder who that is," said Molly.
Bill smiled, and said, "I'll get it," in a singsong voice. A few moments later, Fred and George Weasley walked into the kitchen.
"MUM," they both shouted, turning white, then red, as they turned to face Bill. "Not going to be here, huh?" asked Fred accusingly.
"Well you had to talk sometime!" yelled Bill, "now you're both here, so go talk." The tips of his ears were a rather bright shade of red. So, that's what they did.
After they had left, Ron said, "Bet anyone a sickle that we have to dig them out of their graves when she's done with them."
"I'd love too," said Ginny, "but I agree with you."
A few hours later, the group that was going for Harry, assembled at the door. "Everyone knows what to do?" asked Moody. The group nodded, and disapparated. Many miles away, on 4 Privet Drive, the boy known as Harry Potter was lying on his bed. His summer hadn't been too bad. His "family" had basically ignored him; terrified that if they made him unhappy he would write to the group that had confronted them in the train station. Their fears were well founded. I turn 16 tomorrow, thought Harry, great way to spend my sweet 16. Just as this thought formed, there was a loud crack, and a large group of people appeared at the foot of his bed.
"Hello Harry," said Remus.
"Profs, I mean, Remus," shouted Harry.
"You sure." Moody started, but was cut off by a loud "yes" from the rest of the group. Remus and Harry had been writing all summer, but calling him by his first name was still a habit that Harry had to pick up.
"What's all the noise about?" shouted Uncle Vernon, sticking his head in the door. He took one look around, saw the crowd, and promptly left. They all laughed a bit at this.
"Well get your stuff together Harry," said Bill, "we have to be going. Harry looked at Tonks, who understood, and quickly said the spell that she had used the previous year.
"Are we flying again?" asked Harry hopefully. He had recovered his broomstick, and was anxious to fly again.
"Sorry Harry," said Remus," too risky. We've authorized a Portkey. I know that your Uncle saw us, but I'll leave this letter just in case."
"Well let's go then," said Moody. Remus brought a sickle out of his robes, and they all gathered round it. Much to both their pleasure, Remus and Tonks found themselves next to each other, their hands touching on the sickle. He tentatively put his arm around her to "create more room."
"Three, two, one," whispered Moody. The group all felt the tugging behind their navels, and they went rushing off. They landed hard, on concrete. Try as he might, Remus couldn't keep his balance, and he went crashing down. Much to his delight and horror, Tonks fell right on top of him. They just lay there for a moment, staring into each others eyes.
He reached up, and tucked a strand of her hair (blue today) behind her ear. "You ok," he whispered.
"Yeah," she answered, "you?"
"Alright," was the reply.
"Hem, Hem," said Bill.
"Don't ever cough like that again!" said Harry with a shudder. Bill raised an eyebrow, and Harry said "Umbridge."
"Oooh," said Bill. During this exchange, Tonks and Remus had had the sense to get up off the ground.
"Where are we," asked Harry.
"Parking garage," answered Moody, "too dangerous to take a Portkey directly to headquarters." They found the car that would take them to Grimmauld Place. Tonks drove, and the ride was uneventful.
"Were here," shouted Remus as they entered the house. The thunder of feet could be heard coming down the stairs.
"Harry!" called Hermione, throwing herself at him.
"I...Can't...Breathe," gasped Harry.
"Hello Harry," said Ron, "hungry?"
"Very," Harry answered.
"Well then let's eat!" said Ron. The trio walked in the direction of the kitchen. Remus heard Hermione mutter, "Boys," as she walked away with them.
"Shall we?" asked Tonks.
"Yes," replied Remus, "let's."
A:N: Wow, that was longer than intended. I'm really sorry if anyone tried to submit an Anonymous review. I didn't realize that I had it set so that you couldn't, until my sister tried. You can now, so go review!!!!
A:N: Thanks again to reviewers! It really makes my day, and motivates me to write, so keep 'em coming. So here's more.
And so, at ten after two, the Weasley's arrived. "Molly, Arthur, Ron, Ginny, Hermione," shouted Tonks as she ran to greet them in the front hall.
"Shouldn't we be a little quieter?" asked Ron. "We don't want to wake Her." With this statement, he shot a worried glance down the dark hallway.
"O," said Remus, who had just come down the hall, following Tonk's shouts. "It was destroyed a few weeks ago." He blushed a bit, and said hastily, "Shall we take your stuff up?" Ron, Ginny, and Hermione followed him up the stairs, toting assorted luggage and a rather disgruntled Crookshanks. The rest, however, hung back.
"Exactly how did that painting get destroyed?" asked Molly.
"Well," replied Tonks, "Mrs. Black was shouting rather loud and nasty things one day, and Remus kinda, well, he tore her to shreds with a butcher knife." She said this rather fast, and guiltily, looking over her shoulder for Remus. "Let's get this stuff upstairs," she said a little too perkily. They nodded and set off.
"Has he had any other bouts of temper?" asked Molly after a while. "Is he safe?"
"Yes, he's safe," she sighed, "this is nothing that's not to be expected." After everything was put away, they headed off to the kitchen.
"How's your arm?" asked Remus.
"Fine," was her reply, as she subconsciously touched it. I hate the word "fine" thought Remus.
"Well can I look?" asked Remus gently, yet firmly. She sighed and stuck out her arm, rolling up the sleeve, silently rejoicing at the excuse for him to touch her.
"It looks alright," he said, "but I want to put some healing slave on it." She nodded, and followed him to the cabinet, where he got it and started gently rubbing it into her burnt skin.
"You'll make a great father," she blurted. Why did I say that, she thought, mentally slapping herself. He gave her a questioning look.
They were saved from the moment when Ron asked, "What happened?"
"Spilled coffee" grunted Tonks, wincing slightly in pain.
"There," said Remus as he finished securing a bandage, "that should help with the healing."
"It's really good to have you here," said Tonks, "real food at last!" Molly smiled at the compliment.
"My cooking is just fine!" protested Remus.
"Of course it is," said Tonks brightly, "if you like burnt cardboard." She added in an undertone. Ron and Ginny burst out laughing, and Hermione smiled.
"If you're done with this verbal attack on my cooking," said Remus huffily.
"Well I suppose," sighed Tonks with a wink. I should be mad right now thought Remus. Why then does that make me so happy?
He was saved, by the ringing of the doorbell. "Wonder who that is," said Molly.
Bill smiled, and said, "I'll get it," in a singsong voice. A few moments later, Fred and George Weasley walked into the kitchen.
"MUM," they both shouted, turning white, then red, as they turned to face Bill. "Not going to be here, huh?" asked Fred accusingly.
"Well you had to talk sometime!" yelled Bill, "now you're both here, so go talk." The tips of his ears were a rather bright shade of red. So, that's what they did.
After they had left, Ron said, "Bet anyone a sickle that we have to dig them out of their graves when she's done with them."
"I'd love too," said Ginny, "but I agree with you."
A few hours later, the group that was going for Harry, assembled at the door. "Everyone knows what to do?" asked Moody. The group nodded, and disapparated. Many miles away, on 4 Privet Drive, the boy known as Harry Potter was lying on his bed. His summer hadn't been too bad. His "family" had basically ignored him; terrified that if they made him unhappy he would write to the group that had confronted them in the train station. Their fears were well founded. I turn 16 tomorrow, thought Harry, great way to spend my sweet 16. Just as this thought formed, there was a loud crack, and a large group of people appeared at the foot of his bed.
"Hello Harry," said Remus.
"Profs, I mean, Remus," shouted Harry.
"You sure." Moody started, but was cut off by a loud "yes" from the rest of the group. Remus and Harry had been writing all summer, but calling him by his first name was still a habit that Harry had to pick up.
"What's all the noise about?" shouted Uncle Vernon, sticking his head in the door. He took one look around, saw the crowd, and promptly left. They all laughed a bit at this.
"Well get your stuff together Harry," said Bill, "we have to be going. Harry looked at Tonks, who understood, and quickly said the spell that she had used the previous year.
"Are we flying again?" asked Harry hopefully. He had recovered his broomstick, and was anxious to fly again.
"Sorry Harry," said Remus," too risky. We've authorized a Portkey. I know that your Uncle saw us, but I'll leave this letter just in case."
"Well let's go then," said Moody. Remus brought a sickle out of his robes, and they all gathered round it. Much to both their pleasure, Remus and Tonks found themselves next to each other, their hands touching on the sickle. He tentatively put his arm around her to "create more room."
"Three, two, one," whispered Moody. The group all felt the tugging behind their navels, and they went rushing off. They landed hard, on concrete. Try as he might, Remus couldn't keep his balance, and he went crashing down. Much to his delight and horror, Tonks fell right on top of him. They just lay there for a moment, staring into each others eyes.
He reached up, and tucked a strand of her hair (blue today) behind her ear. "You ok," he whispered.
"Yeah," she answered, "you?"
"Alright," was the reply.
"Hem, Hem," said Bill.
"Don't ever cough like that again!" said Harry with a shudder. Bill raised an eyebrow, and Harry said "Umbridge."
"Oooh," said Bill. During this exchange, Tonks and Remus had had the sense to get up off the ground.
"Where are we," asked Harry.
"Parking garage," answered Moody, "too dangerous to take a Portkey directly to headquarters." They found the car that would take them to Grimmauld Place. Tonks drove, and the ride was uneventful.
"Were here," shouted Remus as they entered the house. The thunder of feet could be heard coming down the stairs.
"Harry!" called Hermione, throwing herself at him.
"I...Can't...Breathe," gasped Harry.
"Hello Harry," said Ron, "hungry?"
"Very," Harry answered.
"Well then let's eat!" said Ron. The trio walked in the direction of the kitchen. Remus heard Hermione mutter, "Boys," as she walked away with them.
"Shall we?" asked Tonks.
"Yes," replied Remus, "let's."
A:N: Wow, that was longer than intended. I'm really sorry if anyone tried to submit an Anonymous review. I didn't realize that I had it set so that you couldn't, until my sister tried. You can now, so go review!!!!