ONE_SHOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

I promise myself I won't continue this. I've got too much to do, but I

think we need more AM/NT fics....

So I challenge every HP author to write a AM/NT ficlet!

Go!!!

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*pop* Tonks's pink hair vanished, and a solid black braid replaced it.

With another pop, her nose narrowed, and another took away the smooth,

glamorous skin, leaving slightly freakled, pale skin in its place. This

was Nymphandora Tonks. The real Nymphandora Tonks. Not the bubbly,

sweet woman, but the girl who was despised by all Blacks save her dear

second cousin Sirius...who was dead. She cringed, for it was such a final

word, so empty and uncompromising. She looked into a mirror. At least

Sirius's eyes, her mother's eyes, were there. Perhaps one day she's look

at Harry with those eyes and let him remember the warmth of Sirius.

A tear went down her cheek, and soon, she was in tears, her head lying in

hr arms upon the worn vanity of number 12. She heared nothing else, felt

nothing, until a warm, scarred hand made a stop on her sholder. Not

even thinking to change back, she took him in.

" A-Alsastor?" Whatever he mean't to say left the ex-auror and she

found herself staring at a shocked man.

" Tonks....your eyes...." She flinched, and poped a new look. Cerulean

blue eyes replaced the dark ones. He had seen...she'd not wanted to show

anyone yet, most of all the man who trained her..

" Is that the real you, Dora?" Seh nodded mutely, not daring to look

up until he bent down eye level with her, and she had to. To her utter

amazement, he was smiling soflty.

" You should show that face more often..it's lovely." She smiled a

bit, but shook her head.

" I-I do-don't want t-to m-make Harry..upset." She cursed herself at

that moment, why could she not stop the tears? Was it Sirius...or was it

her hatred of weakness, the hatred instilled by her horrible aunt Narcissa

that churned her stomach into knots and chilled her to the marrow?

" I see...yes, your eyes have that same look..." His voice was wary,

so Tonks pursed her lips and frowned.

" What look?"

" The 'hey-lets-do-something-incredibly-stupid' look" Tonks slapped

his arm, giggling uncontrollably. It was only after she had calmed

that she realized how far from her intended mood he had drug her.

" Alastor...thank you..." three or four pops signaled her return to

the pale, raven-haired witch. His hand wiped her last tear away as she

stood with him. Gently, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

" There are people who still live...who love you. Goodnight Tonks."

He left with a gruff cough, and she heared him shout 'CONSTANT

VIGILANCE' to what must have been Harry and Ron, for two yelps echoed

through the hall. As she lay down, Nymphandora Tonks felt like she could

live with her Black eyes, and that the world wasen't so hopeless as she

had thought......

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Aand thats it, my one-shot (plz dont ask for more, thats why I have so

much work to do..LOL)

Remember, I challenge all HP writers to this task! More AM/NT, cuz it's fun.