Disclaimer: Looks in Mirror. ::Damnit, still not J.K. Rowling::....
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It was over. The war, the murders, everything; it was all over. Last night.... er, well, early this morning, Harry Potter killed Voldemort. And, just like he predicted, the whole world forgot about him within a matter of hours. Actually, he thought the gratitude would last at least a week. Yeah, he'd been given an Order of Merlin, First Class. Yeah, he had a day named after him, which was coincidently his birthday and Moldy-wart's death-day. But everyone had forgotten about him by noon. Even the Weasley's. They's all gone back to the Burrow to celebrate and had left him in the middle of Diagon Alley. After that, a few people shook his hand, the Minister handed him a sheet of parchment that stated everything the Ministry was doing to thank him(he was glad that the list included a healthy sum of money), then everyone went their separate ways to party. Not Harry. Harry went into Gringotts, got a shitload of money one of his vaults( there were several now to hold all his 'compensation'), exchanged it for muggle money, then went out into muggle London to get piss drunk and forget there was such a thing as magic.
Nymphadora Tonks walked into the muggle bar for a celebration, thinking about all that had happened today. She was more than slightly pissed off at all of Harry's supposed friends. They all left him standing in the middle of Diagon Alley like he was a total stranger. She'd tried to get over to him to ask if wanted to go celebrate with her, but he'd practically vanished before she could reach him. So here she was, in a bar, in muggle London, by herself. She sat down at the bar, ordered a beer and was staring into it fairly attentively when someone sat down next to her, asking the bartender for a rum and coke. To her amazement, the man didn't even seem to notice her as he sat, staring into space, occasional taking a sip of his drink.
As she tilted her head up to take another drink, she caught sight of the man's face. She immediately started choking on her drink from surprise when the face registered. After a minute, she got in control, and the man asked if she was ok. She looked at him, astonished that he was in a bar, much less drinking something very intoxicating (and seemingly unaffected by it as well). "Harry? What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"
When the man looked confused as to who he was sitting next to, she remembered that she'd morphed before she left. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, she morphed back to a form he would recognize. His eyes widened considerably, and he quickly picked up his drink and motioned for her to join him at a small table in the back that would offer some medium of privacy. After they sat down, she said," This is about the last place I'd ever expect to see you."
"Well, a whole society just turned it's back on me after I defeated one of the most powerful Dark Wizards ever. Did you really expect me to go out and party with all the people who used me then left me with virtually nothing?" came the reply.
"Well, I just never really thought of you as a drinker," Tonks said, seemingly amused.
Smiling slightly, Harry looked at her." Well, I never really saw you as a drinker either, but here you are."
"Well, I'm pretty disgusted with the wizarding society myself. I stood there and watched everyone walk out on you. I tried to get to you, but you disappeared pretty fast," she said, no longer smiling.
Harry took a piece of parchment out of his jeans pocket and threw it on the table between them. "Well, with the risk of making you even madder at the wizarding world, read that."
Tonks set down her beer bottle and picked up the parchment. When unfolded, she was, for the first time, doubting Dumbledore, one of the few people she thought was trustworthy.
The list as follows is currently everything of monitorial or symbolical value in your possession as of July 31, 1998.
Please note that:
* = something in your possession before specified date.
** = something procured on or after specified date
*** = something that has been with-held from you for some reason
or another until specified date
The list is as follows:
One original model Firebolt *
Order of Merlin, First Class **
Full assets of James Potter's will ***
Full assets of Lily Evans-Potter's will ***
Full assets of Sirius Black's will ***
5,000,000 galleons compensation for services to the wizarding world as a whole **
Un-locking of magical powers as listed ***
Metamorphmagus abilities, wandless magic (sorcery) abilities, Animagus
potential, Full beast-speaker abilities
Invisibility Cloak *
You may get copies of the wills, keys to your vaults, and titles to your property at anytime by taking this list to the head goblin of the Diagon Alley branch of Gringott's Wizarding Bank.
Sincerely,
Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic Elect.(A/N: that means he was elected, but hasn't been sworn into office yet.)
Refolding the parchment, Tonks handed it back to Harry." That is disgraceful to the wizarding world as a whole. I'm ashamed to be a witch. How could they lock up your powers when they yours to decide whether or not to lock them up?" He nodded his agreement. They sat in silence for a few minutes, just sipping their respective drinks. "What do you plan to do?" she asked almost tentatively.
"I've been thinking about it. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get copies of the wills, sell what I don't want or need, cash in every galleon for muggle money, go somewhere far away and not contact anyone from the wizarding world unless absolutely necessary." He said this in such a casual way that Tonks could only stare at him.
When she regained her composure, she held his eyes and said," Then I want to come with you." At his raised eyebrow, she continued, "One, I'm just as disgusted with society as you are right now; Two, I refuse be follow the sheep and ignore the person who saved all of said society; and Three, there is no way in Hell I'm letting you run off by yourself and become a hermit for the rest of your life." She could tell he was about to protest." No, it's decided, I'm coming with you whether you like it or not."
Harry just answered with a small smile. After a moments' contemplation, he said, "Well, I obviously can't keep you from coming, but I want you to promise me something." She nodded immediately." I want you to promise that you'll stop being the Auror that was sent to babysit me, and start being my friend."
"Deal." With that they clinked their glasses( or, well, his glass, her bottle) and chugged the rest of their drinks.
3 hours later
Harry walked out of the bar, toward where he knew Tonks's flat to be, with Tonks in his arms, completely drunk(Tonks is drunk, not Harry).
"You know, you've really changed a lot since your fifth year" Tonks slurred. "Back then, you were so scrawny, you could barely stay on a broom in the wind. You've sure as Hell grown up since then," she continued, flirtatiously grinning up at him, her hands playing with his hair.
"Things happen," he answered, trying to climb the stairs to her flat and keep a hold of her at the same time. ~ Why the hell does she have to live on the seventh floor?~ Harry thought after he finally reached her door. Setting Tonks down, he quickly searched her jacket for keys. Finding them, he opened the door, picked Tonks back up, then took her into her bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.
As he set her down in her bed, then went to leave, she wouldn't let him. "Stay," she said, not bringing her hands from around his neck.
"No," he replied, taking them down for her.
"Why?!?!" she demanded, getting frustrated.
"Because you're piss-ass drunk, would regret it in the morning, and I refuse to be a one night stand," Harry said, taking off her shoes and jacket for her. "Now, I'm going to go home and start packing, so we can get started somewhere resembling early."
As he turned to leave, she tried one last shot, "One kiss?" He smiled, walked back to the bed, and slowly kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight," he said, making it out the door before she could protest again.
This is my first Harry/Tonks fic... Please, be gentle....r&r
It was over. The war, the murders, everything; it was all over. Last night.... er, well, early this morning, Harry Potter killed Voldemort. And, just like he predicted, the whole world forgot about him within a matter of hours. Actually, he thought the gratitude would last at least a week. Yeah, he'd been given an Order of Merlin, First Class. Yeah, he had a day named after him, which was coincidently his birthday and Moldy-wart's death-day. But everyone had forgotten about him by noon. Even the Weasley's. They's all gone back to the Burrow to celebrate and had left him in the middle of Diagon Alley. After that, a few people shook his hand, the Minister handed him a sheet of parchment that stated everything the Ministry was doing to thank him(he was glad that the list included a healthy sum of money), then everyone went their separate ways to party. Not Harry. Harry went into Gringotts, got a shitload of money one of his vaults( there were several now to hold all his 'compensation'), exchanged it for muggle money, then went out into muggle London to get piss drunk and forget there was such a thing as magic.
Nymphadora Tonks walked into the muggle bar for a celebration, thinking about all that had happened today. She was more than slightly pissed off at all of Harry's supposed friends. They all left him standing in the middle of Diagon Alley like he was a total stranger. She'd tried to get over to him to ask if wanted to go celebrate with her, but he'd practically vanished before she could reach him. So here she was, in a bar, in muggle London, by herself. She sat down at the bar, ordered a beer and was staring into it fairly attentively when someone sat down next to her, asking the bartender for a rum and coke. To her amazement, the man didn't even seem to notice her as he sat, staring into space, occasional taking a sip of his drink.
As she tilted her head up to take another drink, she caught sight of the man's face. She immediately started choking on her drink from surprise when the face registered. After a minute, she got in control, and the man asked if she was ok. She looked at him, astonished that he was in a bar, much less drinking something very intoxicating (and seemingly unaffected by it as well). "Harry? What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"
When the man looked confused as to who he was sitting next to, she remembered that she'd morphed before she left. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, she morphed back to a form he would recognize. His eyes widened considerably, and he quickly picked up his drink and motioned for her to join him at a small table in the back that would offer some medium of privacy. After they sat down, she said," This is about the last place I'd ever expect to see you."
"Well, a whole society just turned it's back on me after I defeated one of the most powerful Dark Wizards ever. Did you really expect me to go out and party with all the people who used me then left me with virtually nothing?" came the reply.
"Well, I just never really thought of you as a drinker," Tonks said, seemingly amused.
Smiling slightly, Harry looked at her." Well, I never really saw you as a drinker either, but here you are."
"Well, I'm pretty disgusted with the wizarding society myself. I stood there and watched everyone walk out on you. I tried to get to you, but you disappeared pretty fast," she said, no longer smiling.
Harry took a piece of parchment out of his jeans pocket and threw it on the table between them. "Well, with the risk of making you even madder at the wizarding world, read that."
Tonks set down her beer bottle and picked up the parchment. When unfolded, she was, for the first time, doubting Dumbledore, one of the few people she thought was trustworthy.
The list as follows is currently everything of monitorial or symbolical value in your possession as of July 31, 1998.
Please note that:
* = something in your possession before specified date.
** = something procured on or after specified date
*** = something that has been with-held from you for some reason
or another until specified date
The list is as follows:
One original model Firebolt *
Order of Merlin, First Class **
Full assets of James Potter's will ***
Full assets of Lily Evans-Potter's will ***
Full assets of Sirius Black's will ***
5,000,000 galleons compensation for services to the wizarding world as a whole **
Un-locking of magical powers as listed ***
Metamorphmagus abilities, wandless magic (sorcery) abilities, Animagus
potential, Full beast-speaker abilities
Invisibility Cloak *
You may get copies of the wills, keys to your vaults, and titles to your property at anytime by taking this list to the head goblin of the Diagon Alley branch of Gringott's Wizarding Bank.
Sincerely,
Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic Elect.(A/N: that means he was elected, but hasn't been sworn into office yet.)
Refolding the parchment, Tonks handed it back to Harry." That is disgraceful to the wizarding world as a whole. I'm ashamed to be a witch. How could they lock up your powers when they yours to decide whether or not to lock them up?" He nodded his agreement. They sat in silence for a few minutes, just sipping their respective drinks. "What do you plan to do?" she asked almost tentatively.
"I've been thinking about it. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get copies of the wills, sell what I don't want or need, cash in every galleon for muggle money, go somewhere far away and not contact anyone from the wizarding world unless absolutely necessary." He said this in such a casual way that Tonks could only stare at him.
When she regained her composure, she held his eyes and said," Then I want to come with you." At his raised eyebrow, she continued, "One, I'm just as disgusted with society as you are right now; Two, I refuse be follow the sheep and ignore the person who saved all of said society; and Three, there is no way in Hell I'm letting you run off by yourself and become a hermit for the rest of your life." She could tell he was about to protest." No, it's decided, I'm coming with you whether you like it or not."
Harry just answered with a small smile. After a moments' contemplation, he said, "Well, I obviously can't keep you from coming, but I want you to promise me something." She nodded immediately." I want you to promise that you'll stop being the Auror that was sent to babysit me, and start being my friend."
"Deal." With that they clinked their glasses( or, well, his glass, her bottle) and chugged the rest of their drinks.
3 hours later
Harry walked out of the bar, toward where he knew Tonks's flat to be, with Tonks in his arms, completely drunk(Tonks is drunk, not Harry).
"You know, you've really changed a lot since your fifth year" Tonks slurred. "Back then, you were so scrawny, you could barely stay on a broom in the wind. You've sure as Hell grown up since then," she continued, flirtatiously grinning up at him, her hands playing with his hair.
"Things happen," he answered, trying to climb the stairs to her flat and keep a hold of her at the same time. ~ Why the hell does she have to live on the seventh floor?~ Harry thought after he finally reached her door. Setting Tonks down, he quickly searched her jacket for keys. Finding them, he opened the door, picked Tonks back up, then took her into her bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.
As he set her down in her bed, then went to leave, she wouldn't let him. "Stay," she said, not bringing her hands from around his neck.
"No," he replied, taking them down for her.
"Why?!?!" she demanded, getting frustrated.
"Because you're piss-ass drunk, would regret it in the morning, and I refuse to be a one night stand," Harry said, taking off her shoes and jacket for her. "Now, I'm going to go home and start packing, so we can get started somewhere resembling early."
As he turned to leave, she tried one last shot, "One kiss?" He smiled, walked back to the bed, and slowly kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight," he said, making it out the door before she could protest again.
This is my first Harry/Tonks fic... Please, be gentle....r&r