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Inspired because I am currently sick. This may be somewhat like what happened to me last time I was sick. The first time I kept coughing on my friend, Noe, but she didn't mind. The second time, me and Noe were near the door to the science room and I was leaning against it and I like blacked out.

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Ok. not an idea of Nymphadoras age so...her and Charlie are 4th year, Fred and George are 3rd.

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Parings: NT/CW

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Summary: Nym starts an new year at Hogwarts with Charlie, but she's getting sick before the quidditch game.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the charachters. I only own my fishy

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It was potions, and Nym was having a blast. She did like potions, but Snape didn't like her that much and she had just coughed on one of his favorite students, Lucius Malfoy.

"ugh!" Malfoy said disgusted. "Professor Snape, Nymphadora coughed on me!" he said all this with the whiniest voice possible in a human being.

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Snape was new to Hogwarts, but even though no one knew, he actually liked Tonks. She was great at potions. Just a little klutsy.

"And your point is, Mr. Malfoy"

"My point is she coughed on me"

"This is such a big deal why?" Snape said and was getting irritated.

"She'll get her germs on me" Malfoy replied. "Look at her. She's a bit pale, she's sweating, and she coughed on me"

"Yes, we heard" Snape told him as he walked over to Nym. He went to her desk and saw her leaning on her friend, Charlie Weasleys, shoulder. He reached in and felt her head.

'oh my god' he thought 'she's on fire'

"Tonks come to my desk now"

"Yes professor" she said stifling a cough. "Did you want to see me?"

"Yes. Miss Tonks it is obvious you arn't feeling that well. Is that right?"

"Yes professor, but I'm not feeling too bad. I can still learn."

"No you will not." Snape argued. "Go to my storage room. There is a couch and blankets. Lie down and rest. I will call you when class is over."

"Thank you so much Professor" Nym breathed.

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Nym walked into the nice, warm storage room and lied down. 'Mabey Snape's not that bad' she thought to herself before falling asleep in the blankets.

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"Professor" Charlie called "Wheres Nym?"

"Don't worry about it and skin your newts!" Snape snapped.

"Well sorry" Charlie muttered under his breath.

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"Miss Tonks, its time to get up!" Snape yelled into the storage room.

"K coming" she replied.

Once she got out she saw Charlie waiting for her.

"Come on, lets go. We're going to be late for Transfiguration"

"I hope not." she replied. "At least after this we have quidditch practice"

"Oh yeah!" Charlie exclaimed "I almost forgot to tell you. We're working on a new move today. You'll have the quaffle and pass to the beaters! they'll never expect it!"

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"Tonks, Weasley" Professor McGonagall said "On time for once. Good job"

"Thank you Professor" they said. They took their seats.

"Today we will learn about how to turn glass into furniture" McGonagall told the class.

"So, what did Snape tell you during potions?" Charlie asked Nym.

Nym coughed. "Nothing important. He let me sleep in the storage room".

"Thought he hated you" Charlie questioned.

"I thought so too, but this way works better". Nym coughed again, a bit more violently this time though.

"You okay?" Charlie asked as he rubbed her back.

"Yeah, fine" she coughed. Now lets try this. Nym raised her arm and pointed it to the glass. "glavitureum" she exclaimed, and the glass turned into a soft, fuzzy couch, which she immedietly leaned into.

"Good job Miss Tonks" McGonagall congradulated.

"Thank you professor".

"Ok class, homework. I want a one foot paper on who made this spell and how they found it. You are excused"

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"Finally!" Charlie exclaimed "that took forever"

"No it didn't, that was fun". Amazingly, trouble maker Nymphadora Tonks was good at every class, she had never even fell asleep in History of Magic before.

Nym started coughing into her books.

"Hey Nym, are you sure you're all right?"

"Yep, fine" she coughed.

"Right" They walked to the common room in silence, except for Nym's occasional coughing.

"Lions den" Charlie told the fat lady, who opened up for them. They walked into the room and put their stuff down.

"So much homework" Charlie sighed.

"We'll start after quidditch practice" Nym decided.

"Good idea, but qudditch will take a while. Remember the game tomorrow?" Charlie asked.

"Oh yeah".

"Hey Charlie!"

"Oh look. It's the twins." Fred and George Weasley were walking over to them.

"Come on Nym, Charlie lets go to dinner" George said.

"Yeah guys I'm starving" Fred whined. "Don't you hear my stomach"

Nym started to cough violently.

"Umm no. I hear Nym coughing" Charlie replied, "but I'm hungry so lets go"

"Hey Nymmie" George called "You better not be getting sick before the game"

"Yeah Nym" Fred said sounding concerned "You don't sound too good"

"I'll be fine. Trust me" Nym replied.

"If your sure." Charlie clarified "lets go already! dinners waiting"

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"Mmmm. Mashed potatoes and chicken, my favorite!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Hey Nym, why arn't you eating?" Fred asked.

"Not hungry, thats all" Charlie looked at her, concerned. 'She looks so different. I wonder why, I mean she is a metamorphagus, so she can look different, but she looks unaturally different' Charlie thought. Finally, it hit him. Her hair was a normal color. Not that that was wrong, but her hair was pink in the common room earlier.

"Hey Nym, why's your hair different? it was pink earlier" Charlie asked

"Oh" Nym finally realized her hair wasn't still pink. It was now a beautiful soft, wavy, shoulder length golden brown that also smells faintly of oranges.

"Whoa dude!" George exclaimed "you look totally different"

"Nym stand up" Fred commanded.

Nym stood, and they all realized not only her hair was different, her eyes were medium brown, she was shorter by 5 inches, and she was always skinny, but they only now realized how skinny she was. She was as skinny as the first years! 'well, now we know why her robes are always so short' Charlie thought. 'She's also really pretty'.

"Nym, how come you look different? is this your natural appearance?" Fred asked. Nym nodded.

"How come you changed" George asked.

"Just tierd, thats all" she coughed.

"Oh well. Time for quidditch!" George exclaimed. "come on Fred, Nym, Charlie, we gotta change"

'Doesn't he care about Nym' Charlie thought 'I'm sure he does, but he just loves quidditch to much'

"Hey George, me and Nym will meet you there" Charlie said. "Come on Nymmie" Charlie left up the stairs with her, and Fred and George left out the door.

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"Charlie, where are you taking me?" Nym asked.

"Common room, I have some cough drops in my dorm that you can use"

"Thanks" Nym coughed.

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They finally got there and opened the door, where they were greeted by Percy.

"Shouldn't you be at quidditch practice?" he asked.

"Yeah we should. But I'm getting some cough drops" Charlie replied.

"You arn't getting sick are you, Charlie?" Percy asked, worried for his brother.

"Nah, its for Nym"

"Oh. Ok" Percy said relieved. Charlie and Nym walked up the stairs to the dorm room.

"Here" Charlie offered "Suck on one of these, it'll help"

"Thanks Charlie" Nym replied.

"Well Nym we better go, but you sound a bit sick" It was true. Her voice was a little croaky, she was in her natural form, and she'd been coughing all day. "Are you sure you can practice?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, Charlie"

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