A/N: Second chapter in as many days, ain't spring break grand? Tons of plot development here – it's all a bit sudden, really, so maybe I'll put in some more filler before I post this. ...Nah, it's already one of the biggest chapters I've done. Enjoy. Oh, and I apologize in advance for the use of at least one double question mark. I'm sure the English language will tear me to bits when she finds out. But it really does convey the tone I want.

Oh, and I just checked out my stats, and found out I'm being watched by 42 people, which just amazes me. So, thanks to all you guys! And please review!


Semifinals are now exactly a week away… we're playing against the Appleby Arrows for a place at the Quidditch World Cup. (Jenny and Perna offered to spend an entire week with me and Tonks if I win the Cup. I wonder how Tonks would feel about that?) I'm ready. I've never felt better. I'm not sure if that's because the team has trained twelve hours a day for the last week or because Tonks and I have been going out together every night - although Wood and Fife are pissed that I've been seeing her at all, so close to 'career-making' games. I'm just glad the tabloids haven't said anything.

Unfortunately, Tonks won't be able to make it to the game. (Dammit dammit dammit.) She's got work. She'll be there for the after-game party, though.

We still haven't talked about what Vince found out about Lenning…of course, she doesn't know he found anything out, and I'm afraid of what she'll say when she hears I sent Vince after her ex…and, of course, when she hears what he found out. But we have to talk about it, I guess.


Tonks was sprawled on the floor playing Soul Calibur II when Harry walked into the living room. He sat down next to her and picked up an extra controller. "And to think just two weeks ago you had no idea what a Gamecube was. Mind if I join in?"

Tonks shook her head, quit the fight she was in and went to the character selection scene as Harry got settled. "Wotcher, Harry. Are we going anywhere tonight?"

"I'd like to, but I'm on strict orders from my team captain to stay home eating lots of carbs and sleeping, since I'm doing snitch overload practices all day tomorrow." He grimaced.

They started the battle, Tonks playing Link and Harry playing Necrid. Dobby came in for a moment to drop off a plate of rolls, crackers, and other carbo-loaded food, but other than that and the sounds of the game, they were surprisingly quiet. After they had finished the battle, Tonks put down her controller and looked up at Harry worriedly. "Are you okay?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"I beat you into the ground, and you didn't even threaten to hex me."

"Oh." Harry chuckled, but quickly got serious again. "Tonks, we need to talk."

She instantly sat up, looking worried. "You're not kicking me out, are you? I can start paying for my own groceries if you want, I know I eat a lot, I'm sorry, I – I mean, I can still go back to Diagon Alley, I have the apartment for a couple more months, but-"

"Tonks. I'm not kicking you out. I wouldn't dream of it."

"Oh. Good." She looked infinitely relieved. "Then what's the problem?"

"I…" Harry wasn't really sure where to begin. He'd rehearsed the beginning of this conversation over and over in his head, but somehow now he had no idea what to say. 'I sent a trained killer after your ex' didn't seem to be a good opening line. "Tonks, what do you know about Jon?"

She frowned. "Jon Lenning? Not a lot. I mean, I know his personality pretty well, but his past or whatever…" She shrugged. "Nada. Why?"

"You remember when we went to the Blasting Wands concert and I said Vince had just had a little emergency?" She nodded. "Well, he was following up a lead about Jon when it happened."

Tonks raised an eyebrow. "Jon attacked him? I'm not surprised. What was Vince doing looking for Jon anyway though?"

"No, it was…well, okay, let me start from the beginning. When I went over to your apartment to change the locks, and Jen said Jon had been going through your mail…what can I say? I got suspicious and overprotective. I sent Vince to the Ministry to see if they had a file on Jon." Tonks frowned. "I swear I didn't intend to do anything else! But they did have a file on him, and it was completely empty." He paused to let this sink in. The Ministry only started files on people who had broken the law, so there was always at least one thing in them. If it was empty, it meant that someone with high clearance in the Ministry (or an Auror) had to have emptied it.

Tonks, though, didn't seem surprised. She just nodded. "I know. I emptied it myself."

"What? Why on earth did you do that?"

"He was applying for a job with a company that handles highly dangerous materials. They do a background check, and he was afraid that he wouldn't get the job if they found out he had a criminal record. So he asked me to delete it. It wasn't a big deal."

Harry stared at her in total disbelief for a moment. "Not a big…did you look in it?"

"No…he said he'd done some shoplifting when he was younger, and had been sued for assault once. When I got a hold of the file, it was pretty thin, and I didn't have any reason not to believe him. I mean, you know about Jon, does it seem out of character for him to steal or assault people?" She was starting to look annoyed. Harry shook his head, still not believing she would just throw out such an important document without bothering to look at it. "Harry, is there any point to this other than to exhibit your paranoia?"

"Yes, hear me out." He ran a hand over his face. "An empty file is pretty unusual, so Vince went to the Court Records department to see what he could find out. There were only two convictions on record for Jon…but it said that they were his seventh and thirteenth. I don't suppose you deleted the rest of them?"

Tonks shook her head. This last revelation had her looking very worried. "Why would they leave those two?"

"They couldn't be deleted from the records. No one has clearance to erase them. Not even the Minister."

"Wha…?" It took Tonks a moment to digest this. Then a look of absolute horror swept across her face. "They were…Unforgettables?" Harry nodded.

Suddenly Tonks got up and bolted for the closest bathroom. Harry covered his face with a hand, sighing, and wasn't at all surprised when the sound of her vomiting drifted down the hall.


Well, Tonks took that about as well as can be expected. I'd throw up, too, if I found out someone I thought I knew had committed crimes so bad it was impossible for them to be erased from the court records. She still doesn't know what he did, but I can't imagine knowing would really ease her mind, seeing as the Unforgettables are rape, murder, and torture.

I don't know what to tell her. I mean, tell her the truth, tell her the rest of the story. But that's not going to help.


Harry went into a swift dive, reaching out to grab a snitch that was in front of him as he did so. It dissolved as soon as he touched it. On the way down, he caught two more, both of which performed similar disappearing acts. Darting to the side, he snagged another, and paused, trying to spot the last one. Within a few seconds he had caught it, and glanced down, waiting to hear the results.

"Well done, Harry! That's the fastest one today!" Called Digo, standing next to a large chest full of captured snitches. He slipped his stopwatch into his pocket and gestured for Harry to come down. "Time for a lunch break. Be back here in forty-five minutes. Oh, and there's someone to see you in the cafeteria."

Harry thanked his trainer and put his broom onto one of the many racks on the wall of the ultra-modern Puddlemere training facility. Walking down the hall, he wondered vaguely who would come to see him. There weren't a whole lot of people allowed in on days when the team was training – to 'protect trade secrets' like the practice Harry had just done, Captain Fife always said. Although Harry thought this was a bit overkill, he could understand it. Snitch overloads did help him a lot, and, as far as he knew, Puddlemere was the only team that did them.

He entered the cafeteria, grabbed a protein shake, and headed over to the only table that had anyone sitting at it. When he saw who it was, he smiled.

"Back off, guys, she's taken," called Harry to the Quidditch players who were attempting to flirt with Tonks. "Hey, Kirk, you're married. Don't make me send your wife an owl."

"We were just talking," said Kirk innocently, and the guys behind him chuckled. He nodded at Tonks, smiling. "It's wonderful to have finally met the legendary Nymphadora Tonks. See you, Harry." The group walked off, chatting and laughing. Harry sat down across from Tonks.

"Legendary?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"They exaggerate. Unless, of course, you want to be legendary," he added. She chuckled, and they were quiet for a moment. Harry searched her eyes. "You doing alright?"

Tonks looked down. Since Harry got up so early to go to practice, he and Tonks hadn't spoken since their conversation the night before. Harry had felt been both relieved and slightly uneasy when she didn't come back. She needed to hear the rest of it, but he wasn't sure Tonks would want to talk to about anything after that.

"No," she answered calmly. "I'm about to have a nervous breakdown." Harry nodded, silenced by her honesty, and waited for her to continue. "What did he do?"

"…Are you sure this is the where you want to find out?" Tonks nodded. "The seventh was for use of the Cruciatus curse on Mark Trombino. We've tried to find him, but apparently he disappeared a few months later." Tonks nodded again, looking pale but otherwise alright. "The thirteenth was for the murder of Russell Carter." They sat in silence for a moment.

"Who were they?" She asked finally.

"No idea. The files didn't say anything about the cases except for the bare minimum." Tonks was staring down at the table blankly. "Look, Tonks, there's more. I can't imagine how you feel right now, and I want you to know that I'm here for you, but you need to hear the rest of Vince's information as soon as you're ready."

She nodded, stood up, and kissed him on the forehead. "Not now. Thank you, Harry."

He watched her leave, glad that she seemed to be taking it well – despite her own admission that she was on the verge of a breakdown. It had to help that she knew Jon hadn't had sex with anyone against their will, especially since they had apparently been rather devoted to each other. Still, torture and murder were, if anything, worse.

Harry shook the morbid thoughts out of his head, guzzled his protein shake, and made his way back to the Seeker's room, nursing a brainfreeze.


A/N: Are you guys remembering the names of people I've only mentioned a few times? Like did you remember that Fife was the team captain, and Digo was Harry's trainer? I'm never sure whether I need to restate who they are, so some feedback would be appreciated.