Disclaimer: characters to J.K. Rowling, style to Helen Fielding…
A small note: I don't know why but this fic wouldn't turn up on the updates page… is rather odd. Don't know if it's just temporary thing or what. Er. Yes.
Chapter 3
June 6, 1995
137lbs (gah, state of emergency now), hair colour Brown (too lazy to metamorph), no. of times tripped 9 (v.bad), chocolate frog units 9 (disastrous), butterbeer units 1 (argh)
8:00am, flat
Have to apparate over to Grimmauld's; is meeting.
10:50am, Grimmauld's Place
Gah. Was late. Snape shot me murderous look. Poise, inner poise. Was v. tempted to turn self into v. beautiful, different looking woman, but then would be as if letting him know the other day's encounter me effected me quite a bit. Certainly do not want to give him that satisfaction. Am poised woman.
Bloody meeting lasted more than 2 hours. Was not much to say, though we're more prepared this time than… before, we still do not know a lot. Deatheater's movements have been detected though around Sussex area. Refused to look at Lupin throughout whole meeting, but felt own eyes kept straying to his direction. Mentally slapped self, of course. Mad-Eye Moody kept pivoting his bloody eye in my direction. Quite unnerving, really. Kept popping his eye out of his socket and meticulously extract a piece of hair on it, then flinging it in my direction. Gah. Has anyone told him that it's completely disgusting? Anyway said nothing as am afraid Moody might hex me as reflex.
Sirius, poor cousin, sat during entire meeting without saying a thing, unsmiling. Quite unlike him. Usually is him to make meeting a bit lighthearted. Dumbledore was about to wrap up the meeting when suddenly Sirius piped up.
"What about Harry?" He said.
Dumbledore turned around from his chair to face him, "What about him, Sirius?"
"Damn it, Dumbledore. That poor boy has not had any real contact, have not received any real information! Been trapped in those muggles' house. Shouldn't we tell him... something?"
"Watch your language, Black," Professor McGonagall and Molly Weasley both snapped sternly.
"Excuse me, Professor, I forgot I was still in Hogwarts as a first year," Sirius spat sarcastically at Professor McGonagall.
"Sirius!" Lupin raised his voice warningly. Was first time he spoke during meeting, too. Tension in room was getting quite high. Was getting a bit uncomfortable.
However situation was dire, instead of sitting down as had imagined, Sirius jumped up and exploded, "What, Remus, WHAT?! I THINK HARRY DESERVES TO KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING. WHY CAN'T I TELL HIM? HE IS MY GODSON. I AM HIS FATHER'S BEST FRIEN-"
"SIRIUS! Sit down!" Lupin hissed.
"What, or you'll do what, Moony, wave your wand at my face?" Sirius exclaimed, sound v. bitter. Getting really strange now. Never seen the two of them like this.
"He is not James, Sirius! Harry's only 15!" Lupin shouted, face v. shaken.
Suddenly room went all dark. Dumbledore rose from his seat and said in a v. scary tone, "That'll be enough, Remus. Sirius, calm down."
Sirius and Remus looked at each other, holding gaze, before each sitting down. Room went all light again. Dumbledore sighed. Poor man looks v. concerned and suddenly v. old.
"It is as much to my desire, as it is to yours, Sirius, to tell Harry everything," Dumbledore stated. "But please remember that while Harry has endured more than any other wizard have endured, he is merely a boy. There will come a time when he will be told everything, but until then, let us only tell what we must." Sighed again, Dumbledore, not self, although think everyone in room took collective sigh when Sirius did not say anything, who sat there shooting daggers.
People took this as dismissal and many left, trudging out, trying a little too hard to not look at Sirius or Remus. Molly Weasley was last to leave (besides self, that is) and gave Sirius a stern look. Remus and Sirius remained in their seats, not looking at each other.
"Sirius?" I asked, bit hesitantly.
"What, Tonks," Sirius said, more a statement than a question. Was quite alarmed at the flatness of tone.
"Well… um… if you want, I could always disguise myself and… lurk around Privet Drive..." I suggested. Hate seeing people being depressive.
Sirius' head shot up and flashes famous Black-Beam, "Would you?"
"Ah, of course. Have to speak to Dumbledore about this of cours-"
"Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. Let's go ask him now. Maybe I can tag along as Snuffles!" He began excitedly. Poor lad, must be hard on the mind to be cooped up in this pig sty.
Suddenly Remus speaks, "I do not think it'll be a good idea for you to go, Sirius. I'm sure Dumbledore will say the same thing."
Sirius, without glancing at Remus, said to me, "Dear Cousin, please inform to Mr. Lupin that if he would like to meddle with other people's business, namely mine, please do it with curtsey."
Sat there with mouth agape. What in the ruddy hell..?
Turned and saw Remus had same reaction, though somewhat better composed. Before either of us could say anything Sirius continued, "And please tell him if he would like to inform me of anything from now on he can speak through you, Cousin dearest."
Was about to open mouth when Sirius interrupted again, saying, "And please be kind enough to tell him from now on he is to refer to me as The Godfather, or otherwise I shall not acknowledge his presence, thank you."
"Sirius, what are you talking about?" Remus asked. Sirius pretended not to hear.
Was silence in room for several minutes. Was goggling at Sirius, trying to send him subliminal messages asking what was happening. Apparently did not work as he said nothing and had blank expression on, facing Remus and me.
"If you may, Miss Nymphadora, inform The Godfather that I will be taking no part in this silly game and instead if he wants to talk to me, he will call me Professor and address me through you." Lupin said finally, then promptly walked out of the room.
Did not know what to say. Sirius left, too, muttering about "moody werewolves", etc.
So now Remus and Sirius not speaking to each other. Oh dear.
June 10, 1995
130lbs (hurrah!), hair colour Green, no. of times tripped over self 2 (v.g.), chocolate frog units 1 (v.g.), butterbeer units 0 (perfect)
2:30pm
Oh dear. Sirius and Remus still not on speaking terms. Kept using me as messenger.
Sirius would say, "Cousin, please tell Professor that his constant tapping is buggering the hell out of me."
Before could convey message Remus pipes up, "Miss Nymphadora, please be kind as to tell The Godfather that I find his constant squabbling extremely unbearable and tell him that he should shut his gob before I hex him."
Was about to open mouth when Sirius began heatedly, "Tonks, tell that miserable bat of a Professor to pipe down before I let loose his secrets."
"Tell that lousy, obsolete dingbat who calls himself The Godfather that I have a fair load of his secrets that I would gladly spread about."
They'd stare at each other, scowling, then get up and walk out of the room, leaving me standing there, not having said a word. Really acting like old couples, except know is all v. brotherly platonic relationship. Mm… hope Remus not gay. No, no. Do not care for Remus' sexual preference.
Oh sod it. Have not recovered from barechest Remus and kiss he gave other day.
June 14, 1995
134lbs (bloody thing), hair colour Green, no. of times tripped over self 5 (v.g), no. of times sat in room with Sirius and Remus shouting at me to convey message to the other when in reality is actually talking to one another: too many to count, no. of times contemplated hexing both for their childish behavior 6 (v.g)
9:00pm
And it goes on and on. Is v. strange. Can actually write book based on insults they fire at one another, actually. Rather appalled at Sirius' language, however.
June 16, 1995
131 (oh no, is going up again), hair colour Pink, no. of times tripped over self 9 (gah!!), chocolate frogs units 0 (v.g)
5:00pm
Am now a middle-man of sorts, though not really, as 1) am not man 2) have not actually exchanged a single message between the two of them.
Wonder when is this rubbish going to stop?
Also attempted to contact Dumbledore about seeing Harry thing, but could not reach. Bloody floo powder kept going up nostrils. So wrote him owl, hopefully will answer back quickly. Sirius ready to bloody strangle me.
A/N: Mmm… I know. Need more Tonks/Remus interaction. Chapters are getting longer than I have expected… er, sorry! Anyway please review! Next chapter = Remus/Tonks goodness. Really! … heh heh nervous laugh REVIEW PLEASE!
