(A/N) I'm late again! SORRYYYY! But I've been so busy that I haven't had the time to update...but now when all that stuff is done and I got a holiday...MUUUAAAHAHAHAHAAAAH! I'm going to spend a couple of hours every day writing...unless I'm shit-laced of course...
I've just realized something; the sixth book of Harry Potter is due to come out on like...july 16? Anyways, that means I have to finish THIS story, AND The seven sins of Harry in about a month! Holy mother of Marilyn Manson...
This chapter is a little short, but who can blame me? I DON'T EVEN HAVEA REAL PLOT!
Letters?
It was Monday; the first day of another dreadful week. Harry and the others were down in the great hall for breakfast. Little did they know that this day would be a very…eventful one.
"I hate Mondays." Harry stated, sipping at his coffee, trying to stay awake.
"Why?" Ginny asked, smirking. "Just because you don't have Defence against the dark arts today?"
Harry just rolled his eyes without answering.
Suddenly there was a great fluttering as the morning post arrived. A barn owl landed in front of Ginny, carrying an edition of Witch weekly.
Ginny sighed and paid the owl. "I can't believe how late it arrives around here," She said, folding out the magazine. "Mom always gets it atleast a day earlier at home." She glanced at the front cover and her eyes suddenly widened in shock. "What the…?" She quickly flipped through the pages to find the right article.
"What?" Ron asked from where he sat next to his sister. He glanced at the magazine and his eyes widened too as he read headline of the article.
"What is it?" Harry asked in a bored tone.
Ginny held up the magazine so that he could see the front page and his own eyes widened as he quickly dropped his cup of coffee and snatched the magazine out of her hand.
On the front cover of the magazine was a picture of Harry, and right next to it was a picture of Tonks.
"How did they…?" Harry asked desperately as he quickly flipped through the pages to find the right article. When he did, he saw four pictures; two of which were the ones on the front page, and the third was a picture of Harry and Tonks kissing during the Hogsmeade trip, and the last one was a picture of Tonks during her time at Hogwarts.
The headline read 'Harry Potter and his teacher-student relationship.'
Harry nervously started to read the article.
We are happy to be the first paper to uncover Harry Potter's 'secret' relationship with the ex-auror Nymphadora Tonks.
Ms. Tonks was some time ago asked to take a short time resignation from her work as an auror at the ministry of magic. The reason is not clear, but rumour has it that she was a tad clumsy and her senior asked her to resign from work for a time. This however, didn't stop Ms. Tonks from working as she is now the Defence against the dark arts teacher at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
One of the main reasons as to why Ms. Tonks was hired by the ministry in the first place was the fact that she is a metamorphmagus, which means she can change her appearance by will.
On picture number two our readers can see what Ms. Tonks usually looks like, and picture number four features her during her sixth year at Hogwarts. At picture number three however, we see Ms. Tonks as she looked at least five years ago (note that the picture was taken two days ago), and what's more is that she is kissing Harry Potter.
What could possess Mr. Potter to attend such a relationship? Is he that desperate for affection that he would let himself be involved with a woman who is five years older than him and undoubtly only loves him for his fame?
Some people say Mr. Potter is only seeing Ms. Tonks because of her metamorphmagus skills, "Who doesn't want a girlfriend that can change her looks?"
One could wonder as to how professor Dumbledore would actually accept such a relationship between one of his teachers and one of his students. Furthermore-
At this point Harry stopped reading and slammed the magazine onto the table.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book.
Ginny motioned towards the magazine as Harry put his face in his hands and groaned.
Hermione took the magazine and her mouth fell open as she saw the front cover.
"I wonder if Tonks knows." Ginny mused loudly as she looked up at the staff table.
Harry glanced over to where his girlfriend was sitting; sure enough, her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open as she stared at a magazine in her hands. 'Yup, she knows.' Harry thought.
Tonks always read the gossip of Witch weekly; she never believed anything of it though. She told Harry she liked to read ridiculous lies and then find a way to prove them wrong; this time she had found herself a pretty big challenge.
Suddenly another owl fluttered into the great hall, its feathers were in disorder and it looked old and exhausted; Errol. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny watched as the tired old owl landed in front of a terrified Tonks with not just one, but three red envelopes. He dropped one in front of Tonks before he wobbled over to Dumbledore dropping the second one there.
Dumbledore had a thoughtful look on his face. "This calls for desperate measures." He said, and suddenly there was a flash of light as Fawkes the phoenix appeared. Dumbledore grabbed the howler with one hand and the end of Fawkes tail feathers with the other, and with another flash of fire they were gone, probably to his office so that he could listen to the howler without anyone else hearing it.
"Not fair!" Tonks bellowed as she glared at Dumbledore's chair. Her attention was quickly directed back towards the red envelope in front of her which had begun to smoke.
"Oh shi-" Tonks swore as she quickly grabbed the envelop and ran with almost inhuman speed towards one of the side chambers. Not even a second after she had thrown herself inside and closed the door, you could hear the bellowing of a voice that could belong to none other but Molly Weasley.
Normally Harry would have strained his ears to hear what she was shouting, but his attention was elsewhere. Errol had just dropped the last howler in front of him.
"I think you better run." Ginny said as Errol collapsed on Harry's plate.
Harry groaned and quickly grabbed the envelope and ran as fast as possible out of the great hall. He had made it as far as to the entrance hall when the howler exploded and the voice of Mrs. Weasley filled the air.
HARRY JAMES POTTER! I SIMPLY CANNOT BELIEVE YOU! YOU HAVE ACTUALLY GONE OFF AND STARTED A RELATIONSHIP WITH TONKS! FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, SHE IS SIX YEARS OLDER THAN YOU! I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU TO HAVE MORE SENSE! AND NOW IT'S ALL OVER THE PAPERS! WHAT DO YOU THINK PEOPLE WILL SAY ABOUT YOU NOW? WHEN YOU COME HERE FOR CHRISTMAS I AM GOING TO HAVE TO TALK SOME SERIOUS SENSE IN YOU!
And with that there was nothing but ashes left of the howler. Harry's eyes where wide as he stared of into space. He shook his head violently and walked back into the great hall.
At the same time Tonks came back from the side chamber; her eyes where as wide as Harry's had been only seconds before and she was clutching her chest. She looked as if she had seen someone rise from the dead.
Everyone's eyes were either on Harry or Tonks; undoubtly they heard the howlers. Most of the teachers were looking at Tonks with shocked expressions on their faces as she sat down by the staff table.
Harry scratched the back of his head nervously as he walked back to his seat; having most of the female population of Hogwarts glaring at you as if you had cheated on all of them wasn't easy.
When he sat down he was met by the most curious-looking envelope he had seen ever since Mrs. Weasley had sent his relatives a letter by regular muggle post.
The letter was triangular and rainbow coloured. Harry frowned.
"An owl just dropped it off." Ginny said as she saw Harry's questioning look.
"I understand why you and Tonks got howlers," Said Ron. "but why did mom send one to Dumbledore?"
"She's probably mad at him because he didn't do anything to stop me from seeing Tonks." Harry said with a deep sigh as he picked up the triangular shaped letter and tore it open; the second after he did however, he wished he hadn't done it.
Flames shot up from the envelope with a loud 'boom' and started to dance in midair. Students screamed and some Slytherins actually hid under the table. Suddenly the fire started to come together and made the shape of two very familiar trouble-makers, facing away from Harry.
"Where is he?" Said the fiery shape of George Weasley as he put a hand to his forehead and scanned the hall.
"Where's the little bugger who made the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes possible?" Said the equally fiery shape of Fred Weasley with his arms spread out.
"The man who started the trend of the passion orb!"
"The bloke who now has longer hair than our dear big bro!"
"Not to mention the one who brought our little bro and his Hermy Granger together!"
"And last but not least, the man who managed to score with the one and only Nymphadora Tonks!"
They both spun around and faced Harry.
"There he is!" George exclaimed, pointing a finger at a startled Harry.
"Harry Potter!" Fred exclaimed and pumped his fist into the air.
"Congratulations mate!" George said.
"Thanks for the picture of Ron and Hermione's first snogging session!"
"We're using it to promote the passion orb nowadays!" George nodded.
"WHAT?" Hermione and Ron exclaimed.
"And Ron, Hermione," Said Fred without turning away from Harry. "I you two are currently shouting protests at us for our business making, it's no use."
George nodded. "This is just a recording, like a Howler, only much more pleasant. It's called a 'squabbler', very popular for birthday parties. Two galleons per envelope. It can be set to face a certain person or persons at different times."
"And it's not dangerous, so will everyone please put their wands back into their pockets?" Fred asked. Some of the teachers had actually taken their wands out; one could say that this little 'prank' scared them to the least.
"And we KNOW that most of the Slytherins must have hidden themselves under the tables by now," George chuckled. "so you can all stop crying for your mommies now."
"Now, back to the subject," Fred said and looked from Harry to Tonks. "Harry, Nymphadora,"
"Oooh, don't call her that!" George interrupted, looking scared. "You know how mad she gets!"
"So?" Fred shrugged. "She can't do anything to us now."
George put a hand to his chin and nodded. "You know…you're right."
They both turned towards Tonks and began chanting "Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nymphadora,"
Tonks groaned and started banging her head against the table.
Ron laughed while Ginny and Hermione started to giggle madly. Harry just chuckled.
Suddenly, Dumbledore came back from his office, looking very pale and every bit as old as he actually was; in other words: he did NOT look good. When his eyes fell on the fiery apparitions of the Weasley twins taunting his Defence against the dark arts teacher however, his eyes began to twinkle up a storm that could have scared a Dementor out of his robes. He smiled and said "Now there's a sight for sore eyes."
The rest of the day was rather…hectic. Harry kept getting ambushed by owls carrying letters from desperate admirers telling him how he had 'betrayed them'. Some of the letters where from girls who actually went to Hogwarts, but they only told him that much about them, never signing with their name. There were also letters from American, Canadian, and Australian 'fans' who also were quite disappointed in Harry. Most of the letters consisted of sentences like "How could you do this to me?" And "I'm your one true love, you just don't know it yet!" Harry was surprised at how many admirers he had, and scared to notice that many of them were male.
The teachers were soon as irritated at the owls as Harry was, when an owl arrived at the beginning of Transfiguration, professor McGonagall simply said "Oh dear, this owl seems to have missed breakfast this morning." Although after an hour when many, many, many more owls had arrived she shouted "For goodness sake Potter, how many pen friends do you have?"
Harry groaned as he left the classroom with Ron and Hermione, his bag filled with unopened letters. "How the hell come I have so many love-sick admirers?" He asked.
"Must be the new looks." Ron shrugged as Hermione nodded.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I just look like this because it's convenient."
Ron and Hermione raised their eyebrows at him. "Eh?" Ron said.
"What exactly do you mean with 'convenient'?" Hermione asked.
"With my hair long, I simply need to put it up in a pony-tail every morning," Harry said simply. "I don't have to worry about that mop of hair I used to have. And about getting rid of my glasses, well, contacts are WAY more convenient."
His friends stared at him.
"Wait a minute…" Ron said. "You simply got good looks because it's convenient?"
Harry shrugged. "Well….yeah."
Ron stared at him for another moment before looking down, shaking his head.
Harry kept getting letters for the rest of the day, although not all of them were from love-sick fans, some of the people writing showed him their support through telling him how disgusted they felt about the paper interfering in his love-life. He also received a letter from Lupin, telling him that he was surprised, but supported the relationship, although he actually indirectly begged Harry not to tell Mrs. Weasley that he had written that. Harry was a bit startled when Lupin mentioned something about a 'talk' in the letter though.
After all classes were finished, Harry made his way to Tonks office to talk to her about what's been happening today; surely she must have received a lot of hate-mail over the day, considering what happened to Hermione in fourth year when people thought they were dating.
'What should I do?' Harry thought and inwardly groaned. Should he leave Tonks? No way! He really liked Tonks, you could almost go so far as to say he loved her, but he was pretty sure that Tonks would have a tough time if they kept seeing eachother.
He spotted Tonks as she made her way towards her office, she looked exhausted and she held slightly crumpled up parchments and envelopes in her hands.
"Uh…Tonks!" Harry called to her and ran the last way towards her.
She startled and turned around quickly. She let out a breath of relief when she saw it was Harry. When he came up to her she quickly dropped her papers and letter and flung her arms around him, he held her tightly.
"Rough day, eh?" Harry chuckled.
Tonks groaned against his chest. "Tell me about it." She moaned. "So far I've had seven howlers, fifty regular hate-letters, and five cursed ones, although I did get a couple of comforting letters from people who understood though."
Harry laughed slightly. "Well, I haven't gotten any more howlers yet, just about a hundred letters from unknown admirers."
"Damn," Tonks muttered.
Harry sighed as he broke away from her and held her by the shoulders; she looked back at him with a tired and slightly confused expression.
Harry looked down. "Look, I understand if you don't wanna keep seeing me now," He said. "Considering-"
"Shut up." Tonks interrupted and put a finger to his mouth. "I don't care what people think about us being together."
Harry looked at her wide-eyed, but then he smiled. "Seriously?"
Tonks nodded smiling. "They can keep sending those letters for all I care!" She said brightly. "As long as they don't take you away from me."
Harry chuckled as he hugged her and kissed the top of her head. "Nobody's gonna take me away from you, Nymphie."
"They better not." Tonks said threateningly, she sighed. "That article was ridiculous." She muttered as she rested her head on his chest. "I'm six years older than you, not five."
Harry chuckled. "Was that the only flaw you could find?"
"Well that, and the fact that I do not like you because of your fame," Tonks said. "If I was looking for fame, then I wouldn't have kept this relationship a secret, would I?"
Harry laughed and hugged her tighter.
They stood like that for a while, before Harry spoke again.
"So," He said. "wanna go think of a way to get back at Fred and George for this morning?"
"Definitely." Tonks answered immediately as she quickly dragged him to her office.
(A/N) Now THIS was funny to write!
As always, I want as many people as possible to review, otherwise I might get sad (-cough- bullshit -cough-) and then I won't be able to finish this before the next book arrives...