"TWO WHOLE DAYS!"

Harry's air rushed out of him in one quick blow.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW HUNGRY WE'VE BEEN?! HAD TO ORDER OUT LAST NIGHT!"

Harry winced as the small of his back met the corner of a table.

"ALMOST FOULED UP DUDLEY'S BIRTHDAY, YOU INSOLENT WHELP!"

Harry clamped his mouth closed to keep from coughing the blood out.

"NOW GET YOUR FILTHY ARSE INTO THAT KITCHEN AND GET TO WORK, BOY!"

Shakily, Harry got to his feet again and walked from the living room to the kitchen. He had turned up at just after 7AM that morning, hoping to sneak in while everyone was still sleeping. But, apparently, Vernon had been waiting for him. Now, forcing himself to swallow the blood he had prevented from hitting any of the Dursley's furniture, Harry washed his hands and started making breakfast.

He had assumed he would be hurt for being gone for so long, so it hadn't been a complete surprise when Vernon had laid into him. But it hurt, nonetheless. Carefully putting a few rashers of bacon into the frying pan, Harry looked over to the table out of the corner of his eyes. His Aunt Petunia was busy pining over how 'cute' her portly son was becoming and how much fun they would have today.

Dudley had a small mountain of birthday presents stacked up beside the table, making for some tricky maneuvering on Vernon's part. Dudley seemed to be ignoring his mother, instead choosing to count how many presents had been wrapped up. It was almost sickening to Harry how much his aunt and uncle would spend on their whale of a son. In his mind, he prayed that someday, someone would give them all exactly what they deserved.

As he began preparing some sausages for cooking, he thought back to the previous night at the Tonks' house. It had been very different there. For one thing, Andromeda seemed to treat him twice as nicely (and less obnoxiously) as the Dursley's treated Dudley. And she seemed to let her daughter, who refused to be called by her given name, quite a bit of freedom. Somehow, Andromeda had gotten a hold of some pajamas that fit him perfectly. He had asked how and, winking, Andromeda said
one word: "Magic!"

This got Harry to thinking quite a bit more than his mind was used to. Magic... if only such a thing really existed. Harry had gone over all of the things he would have done to the Dursley's had he been able to use it. The first thing that crossed his mind was turning his cousin into an actual pig. He went on to make up ideas on spells that would repel food away from his uncle whenever he got close to it.

He had had a wonderful time spending the night with Tonks and her mother. But reality had set in early the next morning when he realized that he had to return to Number Four. Andromeda promised that he could stop by at any time, day or night, if anything bad ever happened. And, while extremely nice of her, Harry didn't think it would be polite to ask if he could stay the night two days in a row. Especially since he had just met them.

Tonks had told him, as she walked to the end of Privet Drive with him, that he should keep an eye out for any letters for him. Harry asked what she meant, but she just grinned at him and shook her head. In any case, wondering about letters and wishing for magic powers didn't get breakfast cooked. And Harry would, in all honesty, rather sit in his cupboard than listen to his aunt make a fuss over his cousin.

"And we'll even take you and Piers to the zoo! How does that sound, my sweet Duddykins?" Petunia cooed.

Dudley nodded vigorously, which made all five of his chins wobble slightly. Harry carted breakfast over after sneaking a rasher of bacon for his own. His cousin immediately dove into what was presented to him, wolfing it down at an astonishing rate. Vernon reached around the paper he was reading and grabbed a sausage with his fingers. His aunt continued to fuss about and make sure everything was perfect.

Harry was just about to collect the dishes to wash them when the phone rang. As Vernon was just finishing his paper, he set it down and waddled over to answer it. "Dursley Residence." He said. He was silent for a few moments as the person on the other end of the line spoke. With each passing second, he seemed to get paler and paler. There was an audible click from the other end and, after snapping out of his state, Vernon hung his end up, as well.

"That was Mrs. Figg." He said, looking over to Petunia. "She says she can't take the boy today because she's in the hospital with a broken leg."

"What?!" Petunia screeched, dropping the present she was holding. (and ignoring the "Ouch!" Dudley made when it landed on his fat fingers) "She HAS to take him! I'm certainly not leaving him here! Who knows WHAT he'd do!"

Vernon rubbed his chins as if stroking an imaginary beard. He fixed a piercing glare at Harry as he did this, making the boy feel more than a little uncomfortable. "Well," he began slowly. "Couldn't we get one of your friends to watch him? Or, perhaps, Marge?"

"I'm not letting MY friends know about HIM." Petunia said, pointedly. "And Marge is vacationing somewhere in Wales, I think."

Dudley was looking from one parent to the other, looking as if he were watching a tennis match. As the grim reality of the situation finally hit him, he stomped his food and cried, "I don't WANT him to come to the zoo with us!"

Vernon was just about to reply when there came a hard knock at the door. Vernon and Petunia exchanged horrified looks before she took off to answer it. Harry was still trying to process what had just happened.

"Dudley! Your friend is here!" Petunia called from the other room. Dudley looked once to his father, then to Harry, sneered, and took off as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. Once alone in the kitchen with his uncle, Harry quickly resumed gathering the dishes up. The sound of Dudley chatting animatedly with Piers emanated from the general direction of the living room.

"Right. No other alternative." Vernon hissed out through clenched teeth. He stormed over to Harry and grabbed him by the shoulder, glaring daggers at him as he growled, "Suppose you think this is funny, don't you? Us not having any other choice but to take you with us. Well, you know this, boy. If you put a single toe out of line while we're out - if you do anything FUNNY - you won't be able to walk for a bloody MONTH!"

His voice was kept dangerously low so as not to alert the guests as to what was going on, but Harry shuddered anyway. He nodded and, when his uncle let him go and made to leave the room, he let out the breath he had been holding. There must have been some kind of higher power watching over him. Beating aside, this would be the second day in a row in which an enjoyable activity was presented to him.

He had just finished washing and drying the dishes when his aunt reappeared, carrying some folded up clothes. She tossed them onto the counter beside the sink and glared at Harry. "You'll put these on and be out to the car in five minutes! Can't have you running around in public in THAT outfit!"

As she left again, Harry turned to see that some of his cousin's uglier clothing had been picked out for him. They were perfectly bland and consisted of very large, brown trousers and an equally hideous, beige t-shirt. He figured that he was to use his usual, tattered belt to hold the trousers up.

However atrocious the clothing was, the fact remained that Harry would be going to the zoo for the first time in his life. He smiled as he changed, the morning's beating already pushed from his mind.

Alas, all good things must end - sometimes in ways that no one could have predicted. Something very peculiar had happened during their trip to the zoo. Something that, while everyone knew Harry couldn't have possibly done it, he got blamed for anyway. And when they had arrived back at Number Four late in the afternoon, Vernon and Petunia went off upstairs. Petunia had been in a right state ever since the ordeal unfolded and needed calming.

This left Harry to fend for himself downstairs against Dudley and Piers. The trio looked at each other, tension growing as the seconds ticked by. Harry saw his cousin twitch a split-second before he actually moved, and used it to turn tail and run. The sound of footsteps rang out behind him, and he knew he had to get away as fast as humanly possible. While his uncle never hurt him in a place readily visible to the public. But his cousin and his friends never had any qualms against beating him black and blue.

His cousin wasn't the primary concern, though. Harry knew he was faster than Dudley. But Piers wasn't slow by any means. Oftentimes, he would rush out and tackle Harry to the ground, giving Dudley enough time to catch up and commence the beating. He would sit himself down on Harry's chest, which was punishment in and of itself. He would then take any open shots he could until he felt Harry had had enough.

Eventually, Harry made his way back through the house and out the front door. At least if he were outside, he would make his cousin think twice about doing anything. His relatives were frightfully concerned with how the neighbors saw them. And so, they always acted disturbingly pleasant when out in public.

But as he bolted out and into the yard, his eyes went wide. He was greeted by a smiling, if slightly confused, face.

"Wotc--HEY!" Tonks began, then yelped as Harry suddenly grabbed her by the arm and resumed running. "Harry! What are you doing?!"

"Look behind you and keep running!" Harry said, not bothering to look back. The slight delay in Tonks' surprising appearance had slowed him down enough for Piers to be close to tackling range. Sure enough, Tonks let out a little squeak when she saw the two boys chasing after them.

"Wait! Harry, stop!" She exclaimed, looking to him. "I have an idea!"

"What is it?" He asked, showing no signs of slowing.

"You'll see! Just...stop, alright?"

Against his better judgment, Harry stopped. Piers and Dudley, who was some ways behind his friend, weren't quite expecting a dead halt in their victim.

"Wotcher!" Tonks said cheerfully as she turned to look at Dudley and Piers. Harry gaped at her.

"Why're you two chasing Harry, eh?" She asked, tilting her head and looking amazingly confused and innocent.

Dudley sputtered for a minute before turning to Harry and asking, "Who's this?!"

"Name's Tonks." Said the girl in question.

"Tonks? What kind of a name is TONKS?" Piers sneered.

Tonks turned and glared at him. "And what's YOUR name? Ratty the Rat Boy? Wormy McBudgeover?"

Piers glared at the girl. Dudley was about to open his mouth again when she turned on him, as well. "What about you? Pudge O'Lumpkin? Titanic Gitman?"

Neither Dudley nor Piers were used to people talking to them like that. Much less when the speaker was a GIRL. Tonks was dressed in jeans that seemed a few shades darker than the ones she had on the day before, and was wearing a pink t-shirt. And, Harry noticed with a look of utter confusion, her hair had changed. It was still short and very much spiky, but it was a furious orange now.

"Cat got your tongues?" Tonks asked, her innocently sweet voice back once more. "Well, if neither of you are gonna talk, Harry and I should get going. I forgot that I said we'd go visit the park again today." Here, she turned to Harry and offered an apologetic sort of smile, along with a wink that was hidden from Dudley and Piers.

"How do you know HIM?" Dudley asked, eyes narrowing as he looked from the girl to his thin cousin. "And why're you hanging around him?"

"Well, not that it's any o' your business, y'great lump, but we met in the park a few weeks ago. And I'm hanging around him because... well... he's my boyfriend, isn't he? Boyfriends and girlfriends spend time with each other, see..."

All three boys gaped at her as she said this, though Harry tried to force himself to recover first. He wasn't sure whether Tonks was trying to shock his cousin and Piers into a coma or what, but he wasn't getting pummeled, so it was obviously working.

"Now, if you two will excuse us, we should get going. Mum's probably waiting for us. She packed your favorite sandwiches for lunch again, Harry." Tonks said, whirling about, taking Harry by the arm, and starting off down the sidewalk with him.

They got halfway down the block before Harry dared look over his shoulder. Dudley and Piers were staring after him, mouths still hanging open. Grinning crookedly, Harry looked to Tonks and, after finding his voice again, asked, "What was THAT?"

Tonks let go of his arm and crossed hers behind her head, smiling at him. "Mum says I talk too much... but it comes in handy sometimes. M'good at thinkin' on my feet."

"Yeah, but... well, I've never seen anyone stand up to them like that. Last person that tried apparently got a few teeth knocked out. And... and no, it wasn't me." Harry said. And then, noticing her hair again, asked, "And what on earth did you do to your hair?"

"Huh? Oh, that? Um... I dyed it! Mum wouldn't let me get any of the nicer colors like blue or violet... but she said orange wasn't that bad. Say, did you get your letter this morning, Harry?"

"Huh? Oh, uhm... no, I didn't." Harry replied, brow creasing. "And I didn't see any laying about when we got home, either."

"Got home? Thoughtcha said they didn't take you anywhere."

Harry had spent a few hours the previous night talking a bit more openly about his life at Number Four. He said it made him feel a bit better, getting it out in the open with someone.

"Zoo." Harry said with a shrug. "Mrs. Figg is in the hospital or something and they wouldn't dream of letting me stay at the house by myself..."

"Ahh, gotcha." Tonks said. "Guess that's why you're wearing...THAT?"

Harry made a face. "My aunt picked the clothes out for me."

In addition to learning to like Tonks and her mother, he had stopped speaking so jerkily. It only happened from time to time when speaking to either of them, and usually only if they asked too personal a question. It was still bad around his relatives, though.

"Well," Tonks said, grinning once more, "I got MY letter today. C'mon, I'll letcha see it! Mum told me you should have gotten yours today, too. Maybe she knows why you didn't..."

"Maybe." Harry said, raising his eyebrows. "What kind of letter is it?"

"You'll see! Come on!"

With this, Tonks grabbed Harry by the arm and started running. Harry blinked, but kept up with her, wanting to figure out what this whole business with letters was about. He hadn't given much thought to the subject, but looking back, he thought he should have. It did seem rather odd that both of them mentioned receiving a mysterious letter out of the blue.

Once they had arrived safely back at Tonks' house, without being followed by Dudley and Piers, Tonks took a good look at her new friend. "Blimey, what happened to you? Y'look like someone set a rogue bludger off on ya!"

Harry started to reply when he blinked and frowned. "What's a bludger?" He asked.

Tonks winced, then waved a hand dismissively. "Isn't important. Look, Harry... did those Mu-- uh...relatives of yours punish you for being gone for so long...?"

Harry looked off and muttered, "No."

Tonks raised an eyebrow. "C'mon, Harry. Might not've known you for very long, but you're a horrible liar."

Harry shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I get punished for being alive most of the time. One more won't hurt."

"Harry!" Tonks exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "I toldja last night after dinner! If they started whompin' on ya, for you to come back here! How many times d'we hafta tell ya before it sinks in?"

"Sorry." Harry offered, not quite meeting Tonks' gaze.

Tonks winced again. "Look, don't be sorry. Where'd you get it this time, huh?"

"Stomach. Got knocked into a table, and my lower back started hurting after I took off running...so I've probably got a bit of skin taken out of it..." Harry said in a monotone.

"You're gonna make me old before my time." Tonks said under her breath. "Right...mum might sit by and letcha get pounded, but I've never been one to follow in her footsteps. Come with me."

Harry blinked, suddenly feeling tense. "Where are we going?"

"To talk to a friend of mum's." Tonks said, walking with Harry into the living room. "Right, you stand...here." She said, positioning Harry in front and slightly to the left of the fireplace. She then reached up into a bowl on the mantle, spilling a bit of the powder that she withdrew.

"Whassat?" Harry asked, squinting at her hand.

"Floo Powder. Now don't go getting spooked on me, alright? Now then... Albus Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! ...Hey, I actually remembered it!" Tonks said, smiling.

Harry goggled as the powder erupted into green flames upon hitting the bottom of the fireplace. A moment later, he let out a yelp and fell over onto his rear end as the face of a very old man suddenly appeared IN the flames. "Andromeda? Is somethi--"

The face of Albus Dumbledore froze when it saw two children instead of a full-grown witch. His surprise lasted but a second before he turned to Tonks and smiled. "Young Nymphadora, was it? Ahh, and to what do I owe this unexpected call?"

Tonks stuck her bottom lip out and pointed a finger at Harry. "Don't call me Nymphadora. And HE is the reason I called, sir. Jus' look at him!"

Dumbledore's head moved from Tonks to Harry. His eyes went over the boy's thin frame slowly. "This," he began, addressing Tonks, "is who I believe it to be?"

"It is. And he said he didn't get his letter, sir! You DID send him one, didn't you?" Tonks asked, frowning.

"It went out along with your own." Dumbledore said, brow creasing momentarily. "I do not believe the owl was intercepted...and it returned with no post...very curious, indeed."

"Sir, you've gotta do something. His relatives... well, they..." Tonks sputtered briefly before looking to Harry. Harry, for his part, looked (and felt) more confused than he had ever been in his life. "They -hurt- him, sir... he's shown me. Not just little things, either. Had this honkin' big bruise on his shoulder the other night!"

"I see." Dumbledore said, surveying Harry once more. "Perhaps I should pay your residence a visit tonight, then. Say...around suppertime?"

"Sure! I'll let mum know. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She's been worried about him, too, but..."

Dumbledore nodded at Tonks' unfinished sentence. He then smiled pleasantly and said, "Well, I should go make preparations, then. I will see you both later this evening. Until then, have a good day."

And with that, the green-tinted head of the Headmaster of Hogwarts was gone. The flames slowly faded away and eventually died out completely. When they were gone, Tonks turned to Harry and smiled happily, hands on her hips. "Well, that's that, innit? You're gonna be just fine, Harry!"

It took nearly a minute before Harry found his voice again. But when he did, he pointed at the empty fireplace and asked in a voice a few octaves higher than the one he normally spoke in, "What...what just happened?!"

Tonks blew out a long sigh, walking over and offering Harry a hand up. "Long story, Harry. C'mon, the couch is comfier than the floor. I hope you don't mind a quick version of the story, though..."

Harry looked up at her, confusion evident in his eyes. But he nodded once, taking the lift to his feet. The two walked to the couch and Harry flopped back down. Tonks ran out of the room for a moment, coming back with a sizable scrapbook in her hands.

"First thing you need to know," she said as she sat back onto the couch, "is that me an' my mum aren't like you are. No, wait, that isn't right. Lemme start over. You, me, and my mum aren't like your relatives. There, that sounds a bit better."

"Whattaya mean?" Harry asked, eyeballing the scrapbook.

"We're wizards." Tonks said, shrugging. "Or, rather, you're a wizard. Since we're girls, me an' mum are witches. Same thing, though."

again?"

"You're a wizard." Tonks said, smiling crookedly at Harry.

"What are you playing at?" He finally managed to say, gaping at Tonks as if she had sprouted an elephant's trunk.

"C'mon, Harry. Haven't ya ever done anything strange? Y'know, without really doing it on purpose?"

Harry was about to ask another question when that afternoon's events at the zoo flashed through his mind. His eyes grew wide. "...But no," he murmured to himself. "That...that was just... it couldn't have been..."

"Mind sharing, or wouldja rather keep talking to yourself like a nutter?" Tonks asked, grinning.

"Huh? Oh... I...I just remembered WHY I got beat this afternoon. It... well, it's Dudley's birthday today, see... and since they couldn't get a babysitter for me, I got taken along to the zoo with my aunt, uncle, cousin, and his best friend. Actually got treated fairly well while we were out in public, this awful outfit notwithstanding... but... but while we were there..."

Harry hesitated, looking up into Tonks' eyes. He COULD tell her... but what if she thought he really WAS a bit on the loony side? Then again, he told himself as his eyes wandered up to her hair, she was pretty odd in her own right. Licking his lips, Harry finished, "I... I THINK I made a huge pane of glass guarding a snake disappear..." He paused, then frowned. "And my hair never wants to stay cut. Got my head shaved nearly bald once, and my hair completely grew back overnight."

Tonks dropped the scrapbook.

When Harry looked up at her, she was staring at him with a mixture of horror and shock on her face. "Your...hair grew back overnight?" She asked, voice quiet.

"Yeah... why? I mean, I know it's strange, but--ACK!"

Harry had been cut off by Tonks quite literally propelling herself across the couch. Arms were wrapped around him and Harry soon found himself being held onto by a whimpering girl. Feeling very nervous and not quite sure how to act, Harry sort of patted her on the back and said, "Um, there there? Why....why are you upset?"

Tonks drew back, wiping at her eyes quickly. She then beamed up at Harry and shook her head quickly. "M'not upset... I...I just never thought..."

"Never thought...what?"

Tonks scooted back to her original position, suddenly blushing as she grabbed the scrapbook again. "That'll hafta come after I explain everything else. Look... Harry, I dunno how to tell ya this, but... well... in our world - that is, the Wizarding world... you're a regular hero..."

"...A hero." Harry repeated.

"Yeah... look, I can prove it." She said, flipping the scrapbook over to one of the first pages. A newspaper clipping covered the page. In the photograph - which, to Harry's amazement, was moving - a giant, skull-shaped object seemed to be hovering in the air over a group of houses. The headline read 'The Dark Lord's Rise.'

"Long time ago...the Wizarding world was bein' terrorized by a group of... well, bad guys, I guess you could call 'em, though they were more than 'bad,' really... a group of bad guys went around, killing people an' causing panic... their leader was a guy that was feared so much, people wouldn't even call him by his name. Scared of it, see. They just called him 'You-Know-Who' or 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'...

"He was a powerful dark wizard, Harry. Mum told me there hadn't been a wizard as evil as him since Grindlewald waaaay back in the 40s... Anyway, he went around, mainly killin' Muggles and--"

"Muggles?" Harry interrupted.

"Oh, sorry... uh, we call non-Wizarding people 'Muggles'... people like your fat little cousin, for instance." Tonks said, making a face at the all-too-recent memory of Dudley.

"Oh..."

"Went around killing Muggles and Muggle-born wizards as he pleased, since no one was brave enough to try an' stop him." Tonks said. She started flipping through the pages of the scrapbook. On each one, there was at least a single news article about attacks, deaths, and other nasty subjects. All of them mentioned the dark wizard that Tonks had told him about, though none called him by his true name.

"Strange thing is," Tonks began again, flipping ahead to the back of the book, "he got stopped...an' no one was really sure how..."

Harry blinked at the news article he was being shown. The picture was of a house that had been all but burned to the ground. The headline under it read, "DARK LORD DEFEATED!"

The article went on to detail how 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' led an attack on Godric's Hollow and how he, Harry, had somehow managed to rebound what it called the 'Killing Curse.'

"Killing Curse?" Harry asked, blankly. His eyes didn't leave the clipping.

"Dark magic. Does what it sounds like it does. S'illegal." Tonks said, watching Harry carefully.

When he finished reading, Harry sat back, gazing over towards the fireplace with a glazed look on his face.

"Harry? You alright...?"

"They told me my mum and dad died in a car crash." He said quietly. "Told me that that's how I got my scar..."

Tonks closed the book, setting it onto a small table at her end of the couch. Slowly, she scooted closer and put a hand on Harry's arm.

"Always wondered why they forbid me to ask about my parents..." Harry continued, his voice sounding strangely hollow. "Must be why... the Dursley's hate anything that doesn't fit their vision of 'normal.'"

Harry closed his eyes. "S'far back as I can remember, I've had dreams about a strange, green light..."

"Sounds like the Killing Curse, alright... overheard mum talking to some friends awhile back..." Tonks said. She let out a groan and glared at the fireplace. "Sorry I didn't tell ya yesterday, Harry. I should've as soon as I saw what awful shape you were in... but Dumbledore – the guy I was talkin' to in the fire - he wanted you to grow up as a Muggle. No clue why, really... anytime I asked about you, he always said that it was 'in your best interests to not know of our world until
you were ready for it.'"

Harry scowled. "Yeah, I've had a lovely time at Number Four." He muttered darkly, rubbing at his stomach lightly. "S'been a real ball."

"Hey, don't get uppity with me... I didn't like it, either. An' I really didn't like havin' to sendja BACK there this mornin'. I tried talking mum into just lettin' ya stay here, but..." Tonks trailed off, pouting once again.

"Sorry. But... but it IS a lot to take in at once." Harry said, voice distant. "So... I'm FAMOUS?"

"Famous as they get. You-Know-Who vanished after he got gobsmacked with his own Curse. Some folks say he died, but Dumbledore doesn't seem to think so... not from what I've heard him saying to mum and her friends, anyway. Thinks he's still out there, somewhere. All'a his followers scattered like rats, though... Wizarding world's been peaceful ever since..." Tonks said, her hand still on Harry's arm.

"...What was his name?"

"Whose?"

"This 'You-Know-Who' guy."

Tonks bit her lower lip. "Oh... Harry, I dunno... mum says that we mustn't say his name. I tried it once, just to see what kinda reaction it got. Mum recoiled, then grounded me for almost a MONTH. People are still scared of it, she told me."

"I wanna know," Harry began, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his scar. "the name of the guy who gave this to me."

Tonks looked around nervously, licking her lips. Then she sighed and leaned over, whispering, "Fine, but it's your fault if I get into trouble. It's... it's 'Voldemort.' Don't make me say it again, either."

"Voldemort." Harry repeated slowly.

Tonks shivered visibly. "Don't go throwin' it around, or you'll get into trouble, too." She warned. "Look, mum's gonna be home from work anytime now. It'll be easier now that you know whatcha are."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Is... is that how she made supper so quickly last night? Magic?"

"Yup!" Tonks said, grinning. "She's great at conjuring things up! Keeps telling me I should be pretty good at it, once I get into Hogwarts an' start learning..."

"Hogwarts?"

"Yeah. Best Wizarding school around this chunk o' the world. Albus Dumbledore's in charge o' the place. Ya know, mum told me that he was the only one You-Know-Who was scared of." Tonks said.

"Albus Dumbledore...the guy from the fire?"

"The very same."

"Okay," Harry said, rubbing his temples. "So... I'm a wizard... my parents were killed by this Voldemort guy, he couldn't kill me and his spell took HIM out, instead...and I'm famous for this?"

"That about covers it." Tonks grinned.

Harry let out a groan. "I think I need a nap. My head hurts from having all of this getting pounded into it at once. ...Besides that, I ache all over."

"Ahh," Tonks said, smirking as she hopped up. "We'll be able to fix you up proper, now that I toldja whatcha were, too. Y'can heal people if you know the right spells. Mum got taught some basic healing spells while she was pregnant with me. She was kinda clumsy when she was younger, and she wanted to be ready in case I started walking and fell down the stairs or somethin'. Go on upstairs and rest. I'll wake ya up when mum gets home."

Harry nodded once, picked himself up, and walked upstairs. He was asleep almost immediately.