1 Hey, y'all. I felt that I was neglecting you, and I can't play volleyball due to the jagged wound on my abs, so I felt like typing away. In response to the flame I got from Joe Hundredaire, I have this to say:
I mentioned in the summary that It was AU, so that means that just because it takes place after season 6 doesn't mean it has to follow the rules of season six. And hello, if Willow is gone, that means that it's after that season, so why would I have a depressed Buffy after her depression. And "what's left about season 6?" Let's see, I kept Willow gay and banished her for making with the dark magic, that was part of season six. I kept her flaying someone for killing Tara, that was season 6. And I had Tara dead, that was most certainly season 6. My grammar was fine, as said by my beta who read the chapter after I posted it. Let's see, what else? I have nothing about my "OC" in the other fic, I'm adding it gradually into this one. Nothing about her powers in the other. I said if you want instant background, go to the other. Only because it's unimportant to this fic. And don't you curse at me, mister. It's bad enough you falsely accuse me of bad spelling, don't cuss as well.
Blackcat200: thank you. I will keep it up. And thank you muchly for being a good beta.
Spoilers: it tells of events in season 6. There are mentions of things up to OotP in the HP books.
Disclaimer: I don't own what's not mine. Ya dig?
On with it!!!!
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Tonks woke up to a good smell hitting her nose. It twitched involuntarily as she smelled sausages and eggs. And what was that? Is it? Yes! Blueberry pancakes and muffins. And the distinct smell of chocolate. She got out of bed fast and ran downstairs. The sight she was greeted with made her gasp. A huge table set up with everything that she liked for breakfast and, to top it off, a smiling Chris sitting behind the table, waiting for her. "Oh my god!" she said, looking at everything. "Chris, who did this? And why?"
"Well, I did, Tonks," Chris admitted with a sheepish grin. "And the house elves helped by making the food, but I told them what to make and the secret recipes to do so. I did it because you were so awesome yesterday, not interfering with Rena. She was really happy when she thought she saved me. Of course I really just forgot to breathe, but she doesn't know that, but that was off topic. Thanks, Tonks. Really."
"It was hard, but I left to take away the temptation to shove her aside and shake you until you woke up," Tonks admitted. "So what happened with that girl, anyway? And why were you so late getting in? Will and I were asleep before you got back."
"Ah, that. Well, after she brought me out of that daze, she was really happy that I was alive. Se she offered to bring me back to her place to dry off. I accepted, and we went over there. It's a cute house, close to the beach and small, but roomy. I grabbed towels and we lounged on the couch for a while. Then she moved over and started talking, well, seducing. Then we kissed. Then she brought me to my class and we made a date for today."
"I don't know what was more disturbing. The fact that you did that in 2 breaths, or the fact that your near death experience got you a date with a cute girl," Tonks said, amazed by both.
"I did rush that, huh?" Tonks nodded. "It was fun just sitting around and stuff. And since one of my classmates had seen me almost die on the beach, I got to chill in the boat all class while the others had to collect specimens that are really hard to get without getting stung."
"That's why you were late? You were sitting on a boat? For 6 hours?"
"Oh, right. No, I went to the flat that I have in Sydney. I share it with someone and I wanted to check in, make sure he was all right. And alert him that I have a girl in that area and will be spending more time home, maybe. And he's a wizard, so he knows what's happening around here as well." Chris looked on anxiously as Tonks processed the information.
"I didn't know that you had a flat in Sydney, or a roomma... HE?!"
"Uh, yeah. I hoped you wouldn't catch that. But he's gay, so I don't worry about him hitting on me. And he and I are always out, so we don't-wait, why am I explaining myself to you? You're not my mum." Chris realised mid-explination.
"Well, no reason, I guess. So he knows about the order?" She got a nod. "Is he trustworthy, at least?"
"I'd trust him with your life."
"Right. How much does he know?"
"Let's see...the prophesy, the whole one. Sirius, both that he's good and that he's dead. And the Grangers. And about the Weasley boy running away."
"Cor. He knows more than I do. Ron ran away?" Tonks couldn't believe it. He and Harry were best friends. How could he run.
"Yeah. Harry and Hermione started dating, and Ron wanted Hermione, so he got all mad and ran off. Decided he wasn't returning to school. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say," Chris spat, fake, into the air.
"I thought you liked the Weasleys?"
"yeah, I like the family, but I hate Ron, always have. While the others were showing courage, bravery, and intelligence, he was cowering in fear, except in the chess game, turning his back on his friends in their times of need, and drawing conclusions based on something that he thought he saw. He was rash, made haste. Haste leads to falls and mistakes. Just ask Shakespeare," Chris was fuming and ranting now, her dislike for the red head obvious.
"All right. I believe you. Don't get your knickers in a twist." Tonks grinned.
"Ok, I'm all calm now. No more mad goddess," Chris took a deep breath and grinned. "So? Are ya gonna eat this breakfast, or am I gonna have to do it all by myself?"
Tonks froze for a second to take in the change of subject, then laughed and sat down at the table to fill her plate and eat. They ate over a huge meal, laughing. Willow came down about an hour after they started, rubbing her eyes and grumbling.
"Wotcher, Will," Tonks greeted the red head cheerfully. "Want some breakfast?" Willow grumbled something incomprehensible in response. Tonks looked confused.
"Will. Coffee?" Chris offered, knowing Willow. Tonks gave her a look that said very clearly, 'huh?' "Willow is not a morning person until she has had a cup of caffeine." Chris explained.
"Why haven't I noticed this before?"
"You haven't tried really talking to her until after she got some coffee goodness." Tonks nodded in response, after thinking and seeing what was said as truth. Chris smiled and looked at her watch. "Ah, crap! It's 2:00 in the afternoon! Australia is, like, 4 hours ahead of us. That means I have one hour to get ready for my date with Rena!"
"Aw, must you go?" Tonks knew she was whining, but she wanted to spend a day with Chris.
"What's the big deal? I've gone out and left you before," Chris said, not getting why Tonks didn't want her to go.
"It's just that we never spend time together anymore." Tonks was trying to think up good reasons for getting Chris to stay. She didn't know why, but she just wanted her to herself that day. "And Willow was asking about us and our past together last night. I told her that you could tell it better than I can."
"Rena and I shouldn't be out that late. So after we finish the date, I will come back here to your room and do whatever you want me to. Sound fair? If I don't go see Rena she's going to think that something happened," Chris explained.
Tonks thought it over, then said, "All right. I guess that sounds fair enough."
"All right, then. I'm gonna go get ready. I'll be back in a few hours." With that, Chris left the two alone in the room while she went to get ready for her date.
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At Twelve Grimmauld Place...
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"Hurry up, you two," Molly shouted to Harry and Hermione, who were doing last minute packing and gathering their respective pets.
"We're coming, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione called down, panting under the weight of her trunk. "Could someone help us with these trunks? They weigh a ton," she complained.
"Aw, here, Mione, I'll help you carry that big heavy trunk," Harry said, thinking that it was as light as his, which didn't have as many books in it as hers did. He tried to pick it up and groaned. "God, Hermione, what do you have in here? Bricks?"
"Books, Harry. Books." Hermione giggled at Harry's face, which was turning red with the effort of holding the trunk. "You can put it down. I'm sure Kingsley or Mr. Weasley will carry it for us."
"Thank you," Harry said with a grunt as he dropped the heavy trunk. Hermione laughed and called for one of the older men to help them with the trunks. They got their stuff out to the cars that the ministry had let them use.
"Hey, Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked, realising something.
"Yes, Harry?" Mr. Weasley smiled at the boy.
"Why is Minister Fudge letting us borrow this car? I thought that he didn't like me or Hermione and wanted to make life as hard as he could for all of us."
Arthur got a mischievous look in his eye as he answered. "Minister Fudge is erm..well, you see, Harry...the Minister was...well...it was discovered that he was covering up the return of...of you-know-who. As soon as witches and wizards across the country found out that he was back, and that Fudge wasn't doing anything to prevent his return to power...well...he was kicked out of office." Mr. Weasley explained.
"So he's not the minister any more?" Harry asked, growing happy and excited.
"No, Harry, he is not. The new minister of magic is in fact Kingsley Shacklebolt!"
"So that's why he's not been around all summer?" Harry was beaming now, knowing that the man who had made life miserable for him was out of office for good now.
"Yes, but...good god, look at the time! We must be off now or you'll miss the train!" Arthur hustled them into the car and they were off. Harry noticed that this car operated a lot like the knight bus, moving that quickly and agilely through traffic and not getting noticed. They made it to the train station with 20 minutes to spare, early for once.
"Come on, Come on, let's hurry now," Mrs. Weasley told them as they rolled their trunks on a trolley to the platform. "Ginny, you first." Ginny leaned casually against the barrier to get onto the platform and slid easily through the wall. Molly and Arthur waited until Harry and Hermione had passed through before following themselves, remembering their second year. They all got through and said their goodbyes, with much hugging from Molly. Arthur told Harry to watch his back, knowing what was out there. The students boarded the train and found an empty compartment to sit in.
They relaxed as the train started moving, and shared snacks when the trolley witch passed through that section of the train. They were enjoying themselves, relaxing, talking, and having a good time, when something came in to ruin the fun.
"Well, well, well," said the sneering voice of Draco Malfoy. "What have we got here? Potty without the Weasel? And with his arm around the mud blood's waist? My, my, you have been busy this summer, haven't you, Potty?" Crabbe and Goyle snickered stupidly as Harry's hands clenched into fists and he started getting mad.
"Shove off, Malfoy. At least I don't need a sidekick to stay by me all the time, whereas you need two. Though together, they amount to about one half."
"What happened, Potter? Did the Weasel die of shock after finding a galleon on the street?" Malfoy had a smirk on his face as he watched Harry's fists clench tighter and Harry struggle to keep from hitting him.
"Don't talk about what you don't understand, you prick," Harry snarled, getting madder by the second.
Hermione saw this and put her hand on Harry's arm, snarling at Malfoy, "if you don't leave now, I'm going to take a leaf out of Moody's book and do a little human transfiguration. I wonder how long a fish can survive out of water? Don't you wonder, Malfoy?" She said the threat while casually fingering her wand. The suddenness and un-Hermione-like behavior shocked Harry and Ginny. Malfoy looked spooked for a second, then sneered and walked out of the compartment.
Harry relaxed and said, "Nice, Hermione. Could you really have done that?"
"Mmm, no. It just felt really good to threaten that little rat. Gin, are you all right?" She asked Ginny, who was still staring at the door.
"Y-yeah. It just still stings about Ron, you know? I mean, I know he was being a little bastard, but still...I mean, he was my brother, and I did love him when he wasn't being an ass." Ginny was babbling. "It's like... I can make fun of him and take shots at him because he's my brother, and you two can because you're like his brother and sister, but no one else can, because it's like they're not in the family." She got frustrated trying to make them understand, moving her hands around like windmill spokes.
"Gin, Gin, chill. We get it. No one that isn't either family or like family is allowed to say anything nasty about it, or really anything that isn't just plain curiosity, yeah?" Harry, of all people, said. Ginny nodded her head, surprised that it was Harry and not Hermione that said it first. They settled down and enjoyed the rest of the train ride, and when they checked the time and realised that it was close to arrival time, they all simply turned their backs and got changed instead of having to find separate compartments.
When they got to the school, they took a carriage with Neville, who had a new owl with him. He explained that he had gotten it because his gran had found out that he had been at the ministry and had shown complete bravery. He had named the owl Archimedes. They arrived at the castle and sat at the Gryff table with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, talking about their vacations and what they did. They greeted each other and sat down, waiting for the sorting to begin and end so that they could get to the feasting. They watched as the Sorting Hat was brought out.
The hat sang it's song and everyone applauded as the first years that didn't know what was to happen looked shocked that a hat could sing. The sorting began, and the first years were all put into their respective houses. Then Dumbledore got up and started to speak. "Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts. I am happy to see you all well and back. And to the new first years... welcome! Now, as a few notices... there is a new curfew. Students at and blow the third year must be in their common rooms by 8:00 in the evening. Students above that have until 10:00 to roam the castle. This is for your protection, for, as most of you are aware of, there is a war occurring now. For your safety, listen to any orders that a superior may give you...within reason, of course," he added after a slight pause, thinking of the mischief that Fred and George Weasley would have had with that order if they hadn't graduated the previous year. "On a more sorrowful note, Professor Umbridge is still in St. Mungo's and is currently unable to attend to her teaching duties this year. However, we have a new teacher, or should I say teachers? In addition, we have several new members to our staff. Allow me to introduce...Ms. Buffy Summers, Defense; Mr...er, Spike, Defense; Mr. Rupert Giles, Defense; Mr. Xander Harris, Muggle Studies asistant; Ms. Anya Jenkins, Librarian's assistant; and last but certainly not least, Ms. Dawn Summers, who will be checking the accuracy of our library's contents." He watched as everyone stood as their names were called and gave a tentative wave. "Well, I think that is it. Let the feast...begin!" And as he sat down, the plates filled themselves with a feast. He watched his students, two in particular at the Gryff table, eat and chat.
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Gryff table
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"So, Harry, where's Ron?" Dean asked innocently, filling his plate with steak-and-kidney pie.
"He decided not to come back this year," Harry said, trying for a casual tone. "The last I saw of him, he was storming out of the house, completely angry."
"What was he mad at," Seamus asked, eating some of the peppermint humbugs that were on the table and refilling his goblet with pumpkin juice.
"Oh, we had a fight over a girl. He wanted her, but never told her how he felt, so she didn't know. Then she and I got together, and he got all nasty with me because I didn't know that she was off limits." Harry shrugged, still using a light tone. "Then we fought a little and he left the place. Haven't seen him since, no one has that I know of. He wrote Dumbledore to let him know that he wasn't coming back to school, though." Seamus and Dean had a shocked look on their faces as they turned to their neglected dinners. The whole table discussed their summers and how everything went, and what was going on with the war that had been outed.
All through it Harry and Hermione were touching in some way, comforting each other in the absence of their missing red headed friend. They remembered at the end of the feast that they were to lead the first years up to the common room and give the password, so they called for the first years, then led them up to the common room and directed them to their dormitories, telling them what time breakfast and the first bell was, things like that.
When it was just older students coming in, they kissed and said good night, to the surprise of everyone, especially Dean and Seamus, who realised that they had forgotten to ask who the girl was that Harry and Ron had fought over.
The boys went up to their dormitories and immediately Dean, Seamus, and Neville congratulated Harry on getting Hermione and asking whether or not she was the girl he had fought over. Harry told them that she was, and that he wasn't proud of fighting Ron, but that next time the git should warn him when a girl is off limits. They all fooled around a little more, then went to bed, full and exhausted from a long day.
In the girl's dormitory, Lavender and Parvati jumped on Hermione as soon as she got into the room, ask-no, demanding, details about her new relationship. Hermione told them how she and Harry had met over the summer. They looked extremely sad when she told the beginning, of how she found the dark mark and her parents in grotesque poses with the note. They got angry when they heard about Dudley's gang beating on her, and understood now why Harry hated going home. They got with the 'awwww's when they heard about how Harry stood up to his cousin and what he said, and when he held her and let her sleep against him. Hermione left out the part where Chris brought her to her parents. The rest of the time they had the 'give the scoop' looks on their faces while Hermione told what happened with Ron and all of the times they kissed, and how sweet Harry was. After getting all of the details the girls permitted Hermione to go to bed, and made her promise that any details would be shared, and assured her that if he broke up with her, there were two shoulders to cry on and two wands to curse his sorry arse into wishing he never did it.
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meanwhile, in Australia
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"Mm, Chris, this is an awesome little restaurant. How did you ever find it?" Rena asked with a smile as she took another bite of the cheeseburger that she'd ordered. She watched, laughing slightly, as Chris attacked a rack of baby back ribs, having to stop every few seconds to wipe the sauce off of her hands and face.
"What? The Grill? I found it by accident, really," Chris explained, thankful for the opportunity to stop the losing attack on the messy ribs. "Avery and I were looking for a place to chill out and have a light dinner after a day of roomie bonding, and we saw that this place offered what they described as 'killer boneless spicy wings'. He and I are suckers for spicy wings, and the boneless was the clincher, so we came in and fell in love when we tried the wings, steak, and ribs. And the shakes helped the love come, as well." They both laughed.
Rena went back to eating her 'burger and watching the unsuccessful attack on the ribs, though she suspected that the losing battle was forged just for her amusement. They finished the main course and Chris offered dessert. "It's really good here. Everything and anything that you order can be guaranteed delicious," she waited for a response. Rena nodded and ordered the same caramel sundae that Chris got.
"What? Can't choose on your own?" Chris teased, though nicely.
"Maybe I just want to know more about you, including your taste preferences," Rena teased back, grinning.(AN: this was a line in a Charmed book...Garden of Evil, I think. But I don't think the character is gonna trap her date in a freaky enchanted garden like in said book.) They got the ice cream and declared it some of the best they ever tried.
After that, they felt inspired to go for a walk and work off some of the heavy food that they had eaten, really just an excuse to spend more time together. Later, after a little kissing, they went over to the place Chris and Avery shared, which turned out to be very interesting.
"We don't know what we may see, so be on your guard," Chris had warned her date, who grinned and nodded.
"Avery?" his room mate called out tentatively. "Ave? You here?" She heard a shuffling from his room and groaned, immediately thinking the worst. Rena gave her a look. "I just hope we're not catching him in position right now. I warned him that I might bring you over to meet him, but I guess that meathead thought I was joking or something..ah! Speak of the blondie and he appears!"
Avery walked down the stairs and grinned, saying, "hey, C. Didn't hear you come in, sorry."
"No worries, there wasn't an emergency," his room mate replied, looking slightly calmer at seeing him fully dressed. "I just wanted you to meet Rena."
"Ah, yea, the Rena you mentioned last night without saying who or what she was." He turned to her. "Nice to meet you Rena. So what are you?"
Rena looked at him and asked, "what do you mean, 'what am I'? What do I look like? I'm a person, braniac!"
"Oops! No worries, Rena. I just meant, are you Chris' girlfriend, just friend, worst enemy...what?" Avery laughed at his mistake while Chris glared at him.
"Oh! We're dating, but I don't really know yet..." Rena looked at Chris, who nodded.
"Avery! Where'd you go, mate? Why aren't you up here with me?" A slightly miffed male voice shouted from Avery's bedroom.
Avery blushed and shouted back, "I'll be back up in a few, man. Just meeting someone my roomie brought over." He looked at Chris' grin and Rena's shocked face and said, shrugging, "I didn't think you were serious about bringing over a girl, so I had my boy
over." He looked a little sheepish.
"No worries, Avery, but what exactly were you doing up there that took five minutes to get out of?" Chris asked. Avery grinned wickedly. "Never mind, I don't want to know." Avery grinned and nodded. "Could you keep the groaning to a minimum, though? I thought we could hang out here for a while, and I don't think that hearing whatever it is you're doing up there is gonna be the tranquil scene we hoped for."
Avery promised to keep the noise level to a minimum and went up the stairs with a goodbye to Rena. Strange, though. He was unbuttoning his shirt as he walked...
Chris and Rena settled in the game room in the house, which had a large screen TV, 5 different video game systems with a ton of games for each, and different games such as foozball, pac man, air hockey, and basketball. And to top it off, there was a mini pinball game.
"Avery's dad thinks that his son needs all of this," Chris explained. "And the old man's totally loaded, so we get a nice house with a few guest rooms along with our rooms, and anything that Avery may hint at that he, I, or one of our significant others may want. Like I mentioned that I was totally into video games, so Ave mentioned that he wanted a video game system, but didn't know which one, so his dad snagged all of these!" Chris laughed.
"So it's basically, want, ask, have? I guess you guys really are loaded," Rena said with a frown, remembering how quickly Chris had offered to get her a new long board.
"Oh, God no!" Chris said quickly, seeing Rena's frown and reading her thoughts to see what was upsetting her. "I have almost no cash, and Avery has less than I do. We're paying his dad back $100 a month to repay him for getting this place for us." Chris laughed.
Rena frowned a little more. "But then how come you offered to get me a new board to replace the one you lost?"
"Well, I was really kinda counting on you refusing it, but if you had wanted a new one, I would have gotten an additional job to the 3 that I already work," Chris explained, grinning at her money problem.
"Why so many jobs? I mean, it shouldn't be that hard to pay $100 a month," Rena commented.
"I have to pay my way through college too, sweetie. My parents died when I was really young, and the people who adopted me...well, it's kinda hard to say..." Chris trailed off, hoping for the response that she got.
"What? You can tell me," Rena said softly, putting a hand on the other's arm and pulling her into a semi-hug.
"Well...okay. The father ran off as soon as the mother had a daughter, a real daughter. Then we grew up together and went through Hog...ah, school, together. Just before we got out of our senior year, we received word that our mother had been attacked by a man that had been terrorizing Britain for a while, and hadn't survived it. Actually, we learned later that it was a follower of the man who called her 'impure'. Said she was a disappointment to her family, marrying outside of the ring of supporters." Chris let an emotion show through for once, sadness, and let a tear go by accident. Thinking of Mrs. Tonks' death always made her lose control of her emotions. Rena hugged her and they stayed together for a while, moving to a couch and just holding each other.
Suddenly, they heard a crash from upstairs, followed by a shouted and oddly breathless apology. Rena grinned a little and suggested that they move to her place where it was a little quieter. Chris agreed, and they walked over there, only about a half mile, to the surprise of the girls. There they sprawled on the couch and just sat for a while in comfortable silence, Chris crawling over to play with Rena's hair and Rena leaning into the other girl. They looked at each other at the same time, and their lips brushed together lightly. They blushed and looked away.
Chris looked at the clock and cursed. "Ren, I'm sorry, but I have to run for a while. A few hours, at least. Do you want me to stop in later, or just wait until tomorrow?"
"If there are lights on, stop in if you want to, but if not, I'll be at the beach all day tomorrow," Rena said, slightly hurt and shocked at the abruptness of the announcement. "Where do you have to go?"
"Remember those jobs I told you about?" She got a nod. "Well, I'm late to one of them right now."
"Do you want a lift?"
"Nah, it's a secret place. I'm not trying to be all mean or vague or anything, but it's really a secret. We did everything over mail through a PO Box and they checked up on me totally and completely before they hired me. And they swore that if I brought anyone that didn't know about where it was, they'd fire me. Sorry, babe, but I need the cash, bad." Chris started babbling again, trying to explain.
Rena laughed a little and shut her up with a kiss, grinning. It ended quickly, but it was sweet while it lasted. "Go," she said. "I don't want you losing a job, your college career, and a nice house just for me." she laughed and smiled as Chris gave her a light kiss before running out the door. Rena heard a slight crack a few seconds after the door closed. 'Did she just apparate? No, she can't be a witch' Rena thought to herself. 'But then why all the secrets...?'
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Hogwarts, the Tonks/Willow Suite
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"Chris!" Tonks said as the above mentioned popped into the room. "Where were you all day? I've been waiting to tell the story for hours. You said you'd be gone only a short while," Tonks accused.
"Sorry, mum," Chris returned, her accent changing slightly back from Australian to British. "Didn't know I had to check in with you if I was gonna be late. And I told you it would be a few hours. It was only 3!" Tonks blinked.
"Well, now that you're here, you're way better at telling the story of how we grew up than I am. And the story of Tara an Hogwarts and stuff. Please?" Tonks gave the lip, the horrible pout that no one with a heart could say no to. Of course, Snape had that ability.
"Yeah. Why don't we do it in the bedroom?" Chris suggested. "More soft things to hit each other with and warm things to crawl under in case it gets cold." Tonks grinned at the descriptions and nodded. "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I just wanna make sure no one messed with the sacred room of mine." They both grinned and parted ways.
In a few minutes, Chris went up to the room and the story time began...
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yeah, it's a cliffie. And it's still too long, even though I cut out the story and am posting it in the next chapter. And disregard the upper AN to an extent. I started this about 3 weeks ago, then went to the beach and was 2 days late for try outs in volleyball. Then I tried out and said flat out that I wanted a setting position and got blown off lightly, with 1st a 'later today', then after hearing reasons a 'tomorrow morning' which turned into afternoon. Then I was setting and giving pretty good hits for someone who never set pro before, then an incident involving a bad pass, me turning too late, and a misplaced thumb that jammed resulted in my not making the team. So I have time for you all now. Unless I get a job...
If you want to read about my woe-worthy accident, check out my journal at , under the name avril2bridges. I don't think you need to be a member to see the journals. I think I titled the journal Music Junkie. Dk for sure, tho. Next chapter in a few seconds, keep it real!