Yay! Chapter 6! I hope y'all had a totally awesome (insert holiday choice here)! I got awesome Christmas presents, if I do say so myself. A GUITAR!!!! YES!!! The Green Day CD, the School of Rock soundtrack, Spiderman 2 and Dodgeball on DVD, and MORE!! Muahahahaha.

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Tonks42: Thanks, I like that chapter too! I accidentally uploaded before I saved the spell check, that's why there were errors. I went back and replaced it with the spell-checked one, so I think it's all better.

thehpgang: Thank you very much! It makes me happy that people say this is the best, because it's the first story I've ever written. I feel special.

A Cute But Psycho Bunny: Yes, there's a little Romione and Harrinny, but not over-whelming amounts. Subtle but not-subtle. Yay well I'm glad you like my stories because they're the only ones I've ever written! Yay!

MERRY (from Chapter 4): Wow, now that you mention it...Charlie probably would be a good match. I never thought of him. I wanted to write a matchmaker-type story, and the first single people of different genders above the age of 18 I thought of were Lupin and Tonks. I'm glad you like though.

Jessa L'Rynn: I'm glad her age is never is never mentioned, but I always pictured her being young. Doesn't it say she was the youngest auror though?

Chapter 6: An Impromptu Teacher Position

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Ron attached the letter to Percy on Pig's leg, and sent him off.

"Go to Percy, Pig. He's on some business trip. Go fast. And don't get lost again, you little good for nothing midget," he said, pushing the owl out the window.

"Ron, he's your only owl. Don't push him like that!" Hermione said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Yes. He's my owl. I'll treat the little midget the way I want to," Ron replied back.

"He's not a midget, Ron! He's a naturally small owl! His size is natural for an owl his type!" she shot back.

"He's tiny, so he's a midget! Come on, we all know Pig isn't the brightest bulb!" he said.

"So he isn't a certified genius, big deal! Neither are you!"

"Ha ha. Funny. What's next, SPIO? Society for the Protection of Ignorant Owls?"

"Not funny Ron! House elves are worked very hard; I'd like to see you do all that work!" she replied back with a smug look.

Ron opened his mouth to say something back, but Harry threw his arms between the two. "Guys, stop!" he said. "If we're gonna make this work, we can't have you two arguing all the time! Ron, stop bullying your owl. Hermione, if Ron wants to push his owl, let him. It's not your fault if he dies." The two fell silent.

"Thank you, Harry,"Ginny said. "Exactly what we need. We aren't going to be able to get them together if all you do is argue."

"Sure, sure, side with Harry," Ron mumbled.

"Why don't you guys give me the letter you wrote so I can change the handwriting?" Hermione said. She reached into her school bag that was lying next to her and felt around for a while. A minute later, she pulled out her wand and a piece of parchment.

"Aha. Here it is. It's a letter from Dumbledore explaining about how the O.W.L.s were graded. It's in his handwriting, even though I'm sure it was magically photocopied. I'm a little nervous about doing magic out of school though," she explained.

"Hermione, there's only a few days until school starts. You might get a warning, but next summer you can do magic anyway. So if you do get a warning, as long you don't do any magic for about two days, you'll be clear," Harry explained for the millionth time.

"Yes but...I'm violating school rules! Not only school rules, but official Ministry rules! It just feels so....wrong," she said.

"You've violated school rules loads of times," Harry said. "Going into the third floor corridor in first year. The whole time-turner thing in third year. And plenty of other times I don't feel like mentioning," Harry said.

"Yes, but those helped people," Hermione protested.

"So will this," Ginny said. "It helps Lupin and Tonks love each other so they don't grow up to be old and alone and living with a million ferrets."

"But..." Hermione began.

"Hermione, it's okay. Just translate the handwriting!" Ron said, growing impatient.

"All right, all right," Hermione said, her cheeks blushing and a small, secret smile on her face.

She placed the copy of parchment in Ginny's handwriting on the table, and put Dumbledore's underneath it. "Are you sure you spelled everything correctly?" she asked before performing the spell. "Because if you didn't, they might not believe..."

"Yes, we spelled everything right. Quit stalling and do the spell," Ginny said smiling.

"All right, but If I get expelled, it'll be your fault," Hermione said. Scrittura Traduce!" she said. The four watched as the paper instantly morphed from Ginny's girly handwriting to Dumbledore's unique handwriting. Hermione dropped her wand as if it was red hot.

"Oh no..." she said.

"It's okay Hermione, I swear," Harry said. He turned to Ginny. "Now what should we do.

"Tell Hermes to fly around and then go find Lupin," she said. He'll tell Tonks." She told Hermes what to do, and he took off.

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Remus awoke the next morning and walked downstairs. To his surprise, everyone was already at the table eating breakfast. Tonks was in the middle of telling a joke.

"And then the penguin said to the Eskimo...no, it's an igloo!" she said and the entire table erupted with laughter. Oh you're finally awake, Remus! Come on, join us!" she said, motioning for him to come over.

He sat down and rubbed his eyes. "Wh...Why didn't anyone wake me?" he asked.

"You've woken up so early every day; we thought you could use a nice rest," Mrs. Weasley explained. "By the way, there's an owl waiting for you on the windowsill. The owl kind of looks like H..."

"arry's been entertaining it," Ron interjected. "Yeah, haven't you kept if from biting Lupin's finger off all morning, Harry?"

"Yeah, I have," he said, even though he hadn't touched Hermes in his life. "Why don't you go to your room and open the letter; we'll do the dishes he said."

Remus walked up to his room and tore open the piece of parchment.

Dear Mr. Remus Lupin and Ms. Nymphadora Tonks,

I hope your summer is going extremely well. I am sorry to be bothering you at such an early hour, but I recently received a message saying that our newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has recently fallen out of a third-story window and will be unable to teach this year. It is extremely hard to get teachers within a few days notice. AS a favor, would the two of you be able to be Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers for one year at Hogwarts. Remus has been a teacher and Nymphadora would be an excellent teacher's aide, and could provide special assistance when Remus needs it most. If the two of you are interested, please do not reply, just ride the Hogwarts Express. If you are unavailable, please reply saying so, and I thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"What do you think? Do you want to teach?" Remus asked Tonks after sharing the letter with her.

"Yes! It looks fun!" she said. "I'm gonna let them call me Tonks, not Professor Tonks, because that sounds too stuck up! It'll be just like our old Hogwarts days, huh Remus?"

"Yeah. Except there's a lot of hard work involved. Grading homework assignments, test grading..."

"But I'm not the one doing all the hard work. I'm just the teacher's aide. You get to do the hard work."

"Don't worry, I'll find a way for you to do hard work."

She made a sour face. "Even if we do hard work, it'll still be fun won't it? Just like old times!"

"Yep," Remus smiled. "Just like old times." He mentally added, without being teased by my friends about dating a girl 3 three years younger than you.

Sorry, that one was somewhat short, but I wanted the next one to be where they actually go to Hogwarts! The more you review, the sooner the next chapter!

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