Wow! Tons of feedback! Thanks for all the reviews:
Volo, Sword of Darkness, paulregiz, Tim Gold, Slimpun, Makotochi, Fawkes31, padfootjr23, David M. Potter, and Loopyloony.
Finnisterra: Well, the next update would be about... oh, I'd say... now!
Kento: I was hoping no one would ask that. See, the thing is, I have no imagination whatsoever when it comes to battle scenes, so I tried to leave it to readers and their imaginations.
Lmill23: Those are some great ideas, but, in case you didn't notice, Harry is trying to alienate himself from society. Thanks for the suggestions though!
SmacksKiller: Guess you'll just have to keep reading and find out, huh?
Zaraky: As for why everyone forgot about him... well, lmill23 put it a good way in their review: "I'm not surprised........ They used him as a tool for fame."
TheAlphieParadox: They didn't want him to join with Voldie, or replace him, or what ever. Plus, they couldn't control him if he had too much power.
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When Tonks woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the distinct lack of Harry next to her in bed. It had been her goal last night to get drunk, then get laid, and she remembered Harry bringing her home, but all the details were a bit fuzzy.
The next thing Tonks noticed when she woke up was the massive hangover. She contemplated getting up and getting some breakfast, but the mere thought of food forced her into the bathroom to puke.
After brushing her teeth, she went into her rarely-used kitchen for a glass of water. Seeing a note on her refridgerator, she stopped to read it.
Tonks-
Had a good time last night. Hope your hangover isn't too bad. Oh well, I'll be back around 2 o'clock, have some stuff to do. Might want to start packing, that is, if our plans are still in place?
-Harry
Tonks racked her sleep and alcohol addled brain. So, he had a good time last night. Does that mean I succeeded in my goal? And what bloody plans is he talking about? After reading the note over several more times, she remembered-the plans at least.
~ I completely forgot that he was leaving... and I insisted on going with him! I will get him in bed, all hope is not lost...~ she thought, leaving to start packing, totally forgetting her glass of water.
Harry sighed as he walked into Gringotts. He knew that Tonks was trying to get him into bed last night. What confused him though, was why the Hell didn't he take her up on her offer? It wasn't as if he was a lowly virgin, nervous about being with an older woman.
In swoops the annoying little voice. / Maybe you like her too much to take advantage of her when she's drunk? Ever think of that?/ For once, he didn't argue with the little voice. He knew it was right. He also knew that there was next to no chance of her reciprocating the feelings.
Walking up to a service goblin, he produced the letter from the Minister and asked to see the goblin in charge of wills. He was led down a small corridor and into an office. "How can I help you?" the goblin asked.
Harry handed him the letter, saying, "I need my vault keys, a full list of assets, titles to all property, and it would be nice if you could unlock my powers as well."
"Very well. Please wait here." With that, the elderly goblin went into what looked like an enormous cavern-like filing room. Twenty minutes later, he returned, with several large trunks floating behind him. Harry noted with dismay that most of the trunks were similar to Mad Eye Moody's from his fourth year, with anywhere from three to ten keyholes on each.
The goblin set the trunks down carefully. Going over to his desk, he looked something up in a ledger. When he found the correct page, he took the ledger over to a cabinet, which automatically opened. Inside, Harry could see thousands of tiny drawers. He quickly lost count of how many keys the goblin( Willard, according to his nametag) took out of as many little drawers.
When Willard came back into the office, he carried a very large keyring that wouldn't go amiss on Hagrid's belt. ~ If Hagrid hadn't moved to France...~ Harry grumbled to himself.
Willard then slipped a small silver key onto the ring. It stood out against the vast quantity of brass around it. "The brass keys are your vault keys. The silver key will open all compartments of every trunk. The maple trunks contain all Potter assests. The oak contain all Black assests. Any questions?"
"Are you going to unlock my powers?" Harry asked, amazed at the sheer volume of his possessions.
"They have all been restored, you simply have to develop them as you would any other talent." Willard told him, handing Harry the heavy keyring.
"Thank you," Harry said, motioning for all the trunks to follow him, he left the office. Once in the lobby, he shrunk all the trunks and put them in his robe pockets, thankful for the Always-Room-For-More charm on them. With Tonks and his fortune on his mind, he apparated back to Grimmauld Place. They (the order) had all pitched in to completely restore number 12. ~ I still can't believe no one else thought to cut mrs. Black off the wall using muggle means.~ Harry thought as he walked through the now peaceful mansion.
He wouldn't admit it to many, but he was now quite fond of the house.There weren't any dark arts items left, they'd all been destroyed. All the ratty old furnitues had been removed, then replaced after every room had been thoroughly cleaned, painted, and re-floored. No longer was there stained, out of date carpet. In it's place was a beautiful hardwood floor of many different woods; everything from ash to dark cherry oak. The windows weren't covered anymore, though they could be, and all the light streaming into the house made it absolutely glow.
~ Merlin, I wish I could stay here... ~ he thought. But he couldn't. This is the first place they'd look. Ok, it's the first place they'd look when someone noticed that Tonks was missing. ~ I'll come back. This has become my home, there's no way I could stay away forever. ~
Heaving a huge sigh, Harry started unpacking his load. ~ This'll probably go a lot faster if I had help. Maybe Tonks wouldn't mind... couldn't hurt to ask...~ That in mind, he quickly flooed to her house.
He didn't know what he was expecting to see, but Tonks in a tight, spaghetti-string tank-top and matching underwear wasn't it.
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Tonks waited eagerly for two o'clock to arrive. She had most of her stuff packed and ready to go, but she wanted to make sure that Harry caught an eyeful when he flooed in to get her and her stuff. She wasn't entirely sure /why\ she wanted Harry to see her almost naked, but that's entirely beside the point.
/ Maybe because you've been trying to catch his eye for, oh, the last year!/ the annoying little voice said.
~ You're right, but he made it perfectly clear last night that he only wants to be friends... ~ she thought, taking some more clothes out to the boxes waiting in her living room.
/Wait... you're not going to argue with me?/ the voice said.
~No. Amazing isn't it?~ she thought, sealing the box. Just as she was bending down to construct another one for all her toiletries, someone stumbled out of the fireplace. Whirling around, she oh-so-gracefully tripped over a box and fell right into the object of her thoughts.
He quickly caught her, but ended up overbalancing and toppling down with her. They both broke into laughter as they fell into a crumpled heap of tangled limbs on the floor, their faces inches apart. Both wanted to sieze the opportunity, but was afraid of the sure-fire rejection, so they just lay their. After about five minutes, Tonks started inching her face foreward, breathing heavily. ~This is it...~ she thought, ~ the moment of truth...~
Aren't I evil? R&r, please,please,pretty please?
Volo, Sword of Darkness, paulregiz, Tim Gold, Slimpun, Makotochi, Fawkes31, padfootjr23, David M. Potter, and Loopyloony.
Finnisterra: Well, the next update would be about... oh, I'd say... now!
Kento: I was hoping no one would ask that. See, the thing is, I have no imagination whatsoever when it comes to battle scenes, so I tried to leave it to readers and their imaginations.
Lmill23: Those are some great ideas, but, in case you didn't notice, Harry is trying to alienate himself from society. Thanks for the suggestions though!
SmacksKiller: Guess you'll just have to keep reading and find out, huh?
Zaraky: As for why everyone forgot about him... well, lmill23 put it a good way in their review: "I'm not surprised........ They used him as a tool for fame."
TheAlphieParadox: They didn't want him to join with Voldie, or replace him, or what ever. Plus, they couldn't control him if he had too much power.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
When Tonks woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the distinct lack of Harry next to her in bed. It had been her goal last night to get drunk, then get laid, and she remembered Harry bringing her home, but all the details were a bit fuzzy.
The next thing Tonks noticed when she woke up was the massive hangover. She contemplated getting up and getting some breakfast, but the mere thought of food forced her into the bathroom to puke.
After brushing her teeth, she went into her rarely-used kitchen for a glass of water. Seeing a note on her refridgerator, she stopped to read it.
Tonks-
Had a good time last night. Hope your hangover isn't too bad. Oh well, I'll be back around 2 o'clock, have some stuff to do. Might want to start packing, that is, if our plans are still in place?
-Harry
Tonks racked her sleep and alcohol addled brain. So, he had a good time last night. Does that mean I succeeded in my goal? And what bloody plans is he talking about? After reading the note over several more times, she remembered-the plans at least.
~ I completely forgot that he was leaving... and I insisted on going with him! I will get him in bed, all hope is not lost...~ she thought, leaving to start packing, totally forgetting her glass of water.
Harry sighed as he walked into Gringotts. He knew that Tonks was trying to get him into bed last night. What confused him though, was why the Hell didn't he take her up on her offer? It wasn't as if he was a lowly virgin, nervous about being with an older woman.
In swoops the annoying little voice. / Maybe you like her too much to take advantage of her when she's drunk? Ever think of that?/ For once, he didn't argue with the little voice. He knew it was right. He also knew that there was next to no chance of her reciprocating the feelings.
Walking up to a service goblin, he produced the letter from the Minister and asked to see the goblin in charge of wills. He was led down a small corridor and into an office. "How can I help you?" the goblin asked.
Harry handed him the letter, saying, "I need my vault keys, a full list of assets, titles to all property, and it would be nice if you could unlock my powers as well."
"Very well. Please wait here." With that, the elderly goblin went into what looked like an enormous cavern-like filing room. Twenty minutes later, he returned, with several large trunks floating behind him. Harry noted with dismay that most of the trunks were similar to Mad Eye Moody's from his fourth year, with anywhere from three to ten keyholes on each.
The goblin set the trunks down carefully. Going over to his desk, he looked something up in a ledger. When he found the correct page, he took the ledger over to a cabinet, which automatically opened. Inside, Harry could see thousands of tiny drawers. He quickly lost count of how many keys the goblin( Willard, according to his nametag) took out of as many little drawers.
When Willard came back into the office, he carried a very large keyring that wouldn't go amiss on Hagrid's belt. ~ If Hagrid hadn't moved to France...~ Harry grumbled to himself.
Willard then slipped a small silver key onto the ring. It stood out against the vast quantity of brass around it. "The brass keys are your vault keys. The silver key will open all compartments of every trunk. The maple trunks contain all Potter assests. The oak contain all Black assests. Any questions?"
"Are you going to unlock my powers?" Harry asked, amazed at the sheer volume of his possessions.
"They have all been restored, you simply have to develop them as you would any other talent." Willard told him, handing Harry the heavy keyring.
"Thank you," Harry said, motioning for all the trunks to follow him, he left the office. Once in the lobby, he shrunk all the trunks and put them in his robe pockets, thankful for the Always-Room-For-More charm on them. With Tonks and his fortune on his mind, he apparated back to Grimmauld Place. They (the order) had all pitched in to completely restore number 12. ~ I still can't believe no one else thought to cut mrs. Black off the wall using muggle means.~ Harry thought as he walked through the now peaceful mansion.
He wouldn't admit it to many, but he was now quite fond of the house.There weren't any dark arts items left, they'd all been destroyed. All the ratty old furnitues had been removed, then replaced after every room had been thoroughly cleaned, painted, and re-floored. No longer was there stained, out of date carpet. In it's place was a beautiful hardwood floor of many different woods; everything from ash to dark cherry oak. The windows weren't covered anymore, though they could be, and all the light streaming into the house made it absolutely glow.
~ Merlin, I wish I could stay here... ~ he thought. But he couldn't. This is the first place they'd look. Ok, it's the first place they'd look when someone noticed that Tonks was missing. ~ I'll come back. This has become my home, there's no way I could stay away forever. ~
Heaving a huge sigh, Harry started unpacking his load. ~ This'll probably go a lot faster if I had help. Maybe Tonks wouldn't mind... couldn't hurt to ask...~ That in mind, he quickly flooed to her house.
He didn't know what he was expecting to see, but Tonks in a tight, spaghetti-string tank-top and matching underwear wasn't it.
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Tonks waited eagerly for two o'clock to arrive. She had most of her stuff packed and ready to go, but she wanted to make sure that Harry caught an eyeful when he flooed in to get her and her stuff. She wasn't entirely sure /why\ she wanted Harry to see her almost naked, but that's entirely beside the point.
/ Maybe because you've been trying to catch his eye for, oh, the last year!/ the annoying little voice said.
~ You're right, but he made it perfectly clear last night that he only wants to be friends... ~ she thought, taking some more clothes out to the boxes waiting in her living room.
/Wait... you're not going to argue with me?/ the voice said.
~No. Amazing isn't it?~ she thought, sealing the box. Just as she was bending down to construct another one for all her toiletries, someone stumbled out of the fireplace. Whirling around, she oh-so-gracefully tripped over a box and fell right into the object of her thoughts.
He quickly caught her, but ended up overbalancing and toppling down with her. They both broke into laughter as they fell into a crumpled heap of tangled limbs on the floor, their faces inches apart. Both wanted to sieze the opportunity, but was afraid of the sure-fire rejection, so they just lay their. After about five minutes, Tonks started inching her face foreward, breathing heavily. ~This is it...~ she thought, ~ the moment of truth...~
Aren't I evil? R&r, please,please,pretty please?