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Chapter 5 – Beware the Wolf-Girl!

It had been over two weeks since Tonks sent the letter to the Dursleys through Muggle post, and the Order had been pretty busy in that short amount of time. There had been meetings every night to discuss plans; although Voldemort was keeping a low profile, they had managed to find out a very vital piece of information – he was after the Prophecy. It was this they were discussing on Sunday night, the week before they were due to go and get Harry.

'There's no way at all that we can let him get a hold of the Prophecy. Dumbledore has made it more than clear to us that if he knew what it held….'

Sirius looked forcefully at Molly Weasley.

'We just won't let it happen. There's no point thinking what could happen, we just won't let it happen!'

Molly seemed to shake herself mentally, and nodded firmly at Sirius.

'Of course, you're right Sirius. After all, we do at least have a plan of action here, with the guard we're set up.' She looked around at the listening faces around her. 'Does everyone know their particular shifts?'

A chorus of 'yes' and a variety of nods answered this question. Tonks allowed herself to think for a moment, about her shift this week. She was to guard the door to the Department of Mysteries on Wednesday night; the shifts had been split between a variety of those in the Order, although only those who had non-suspicious access to the Ministry of Magic. Since she worked there, it was easy for her to get in at night, she simply said she had extra paperwork she wanted to do. (A downright lie, she noted, the thought of extra paperwork made her shudder.) However, those such as Molly, Sirius and Remus couldn't really do shifts. Speaking of Remus…..

'Hey,' she spoke up, interrupting Bill Weasley, who was naming some suspected new followers of Voldemort. 'Where's Remus?'

She was answered by Sirius. 'Last night was the full moon, Tonks. He's sleeping it off I think, feeling a little worse for the wear! I was gonna try and drag his sorry ass down here but Molly insisted I let him sleep….' He shrugged.

'Oh come on Sirius, the poor man's had a tough night. This isn't anything he can't catch up on!'

Sirius grinned. 'I know that, I just like to annoy him.' He winked at Tonks, at seeing the look on Molly's face.

Tonks grinned back at him, but for the remainder of the meeting, she couldn't help but think about him, stuck upstairs in his room. It must be awful to be a werewolf…..she thought about how it must feel to change like that, your body mutating, gaining huge, long fangs, to sprout hair all over…to-

She was suddenly aware that the meeting had gone silent, and when she broke out of her daydream, she realised a few members of the group were smothering laughter, while looking at her.

'What? Watcha all looking at!' she scowled.

Arthur Weasley coughed slightly and indicated the mirror behind her with his left hand. She got up, and looked into it, and burst out laughing herself. She had been thinking so much about what it must be like to turn into a werewolf, that, being a metamorphmagus, she had accidentally given herself a snout-like nose, bright yellow eyes, two prominent fangs, and a rather generous smattering of brown fur.

'Oh I gotta let Remus see this! This'll cheer him up!' The young witch grinned at the rest of the group, who, following this little disturbance, had decided the meeting was at an end.

Sirius laughed. 'Good luck waking him up…..'

Tonks jumped up the stairs two at a time until she reached the floor she knew Remus was sleeping on. Once she got there, she began to tiptoe along to his room, before knocking gently on his door. After trying a couple of times with no answer, she turned the handle slightly, and was pleased to find it opened easily. An evil grin passed her rather scary face. Seeing a figure curled up in the bed, she crept forwards to the side of it, crouching down beside the small bedside cabinet. Finally in position, she looked over the edge at the person sleeping inside.

Her eyes immediately widened in surprise and concern. He looked so ill! His face was devoid of all colour, in fact, it was almost grey. And he didn't seem to be at peace at all, his hair was all askew as though he had been tossing and turning, and his face was caught in a frown; he was obviously having some kind of bad dream. She fought hard against her instinct to reach out and hug him, make him feel better, but she blushed at the thought. He'd think she was some kind of weirdo. Mind you…looking like this, was he likely to think anything else? She suppressed a giggle, remembering her reflection in the mirror. That's a better way to wake him up….she thought, grinning to herself.

'RWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!' she howled, jumping onto the legs of the sleeping man.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' he yelled, sitting up suddenly, and, catching sight of the 'monster' perched on his legs, yelled again.

'AHHHHHHHHH- Tonks! TONKS!'

But Tonks couldn't speak. She was completely doubled over with mirth, shaking uncontrollably.

'Your face…classic….nearly wet yourself….' she spluttered. 'Waaahhaaaahaa…where's a camera when you……aahhhhaaaa!'

Remus had just started kicking his legs underneath her, obviously trying to knock her off the bed. She managed to look up at him, her eyes watering with laughter. His face was grinning, and certainly had a lot more colour than before. Concentrating, she focused on changing herself back to something normal, well, more normal. Just as her hair became long, pale blue and wavy and her eyes even brighter blue, she realised too late that he'd taken her moment of concentration to his advantage and shaken his legs more than her balance could handle.

Before she knew it, she was in her familiar situation of arms flailing in the air, trying to regain any form of balance, but it was too late, she landed smack bang flat on top of Remus. Now it was his turn to laugh, she could feel the vibrations through his chest…. 'Serves me right I suppose…' she mused. 'Hold on…vibrations…through his CHEST! Jeez women! Stop throwing yourself on the poor guy!'

With a bit of a struggle, she managed to lift her head, and found herself inches from his grinning face. Her eyes widened, and she could feel her face heating up at she scrambled off of him.

'Blue….hmmm….nah, I liked the she-wolf look better.'

She glanced up at him, desperately trying to look cool, calm and collected. Clearing her throat in what she thought was a confident manner; she dusted herself off and stood up.

'Yeah well, I thought you might like that. Didn't expect you to scream like a baby though,' she added, with a smirk.

'So would you, if a mad wolf-girl jumped you while you were peacefully slumbering!'

'Ach, I just wanted to wake you up. I like to be original, that's all.'

Remus whimpered. 'Isn't a man allowed to sleep? I've just had a full moon, I'm tired!' But he was smiling at her. 'Actually, I think that fright shook the last of the exhaustion out of me.'

Tonks opened her mouth to speak, but Remus silenced her by putting his hand over her mouth.

'And before you say it, that doesn't mean it's ok for you to come in and terrorise me every month!'

The look in Tonks' eyes said that she was pouting, and he laughed and withdrew his hand.

'You're some witch Tonks, you really are….'

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A week later, it was time to go and get Harry. The Order were seated around the large kitchen table, watching carefully as Mad-Eye Moody demonstrated his Plan to them.

'Ok,' he said gruffly, pointing at the device he had stuck up on the wall. It resembled a medium sized blackboard; however, when he pointed his wand at it, stick figures appeared on broomsticks, with little names underneath them.

'This is the flying formation we're going to adopt. You can see your position here. Once we have Harry, he's going to fly here-' he pointed his wand at a position on the board and a new figure appeared, hovering slightly on its broom.

'We'll stay in this formation for the whole journey, DO NOT break ranks!' he barked. 'For NOTHING! The boy's safety is paramount.'

He then turned to his board again, this time, a point of his wand resulted in one of the little flyers disappearing from the formation.

'If one of us get attacked and gets killed, the rest of us keep flying. DO NOT break ranks! If we all die, then the reserve guard will take over, I'll make sure Harry knows where to fly to.'

By this point, he had snuffed out all of the little figures except miniature Harry, who was now flying solo.

'Does everyone understand?'

'Erm….Mad-eye…. What exactly are the chances of every single one of us being knocked off?'

Moody turned to face Tonks, both his eyes narrowed on her.

'Noone knows. But you can't take ANY chances!'

Tonks cast a glance at Remus, who gave a slight shrug, and a half smile back at her.

'Right then everyone! Let's get Harry!'

Soon enough, the rather strange looking group were standing at the front door of the Dursley's house. As Remus unlocked the door, she overheard Kingsley muttering to Sturgis Podmore.

'Lets hope the Muggles got that letter….otherwise this could get ugly….'

Tonks felt her nerves rising, if they were indeed still here, then it would be partially her fault for not writing a more convincing letter.

However, there was no need for nerves; it was soon clear that the house was deserted. Well, apart from Harry.

'Where d'you think he is, anyway? Surely he won't have gone with them?' pondered Tonks, not at all quietly.

'Ah, Tonks! Keep your voice down!'

'Ooops….sorry Mad-eye….hey…what's this? Is this….Oooh! I think I learned about these! It's a ket-'

CRAAAASSHHH!

'Gah! Oops….'

Tonks grinned sheepishly. 'Ah well, we need him to know we're here anyway!'

'Ever the subtle one, eh Tonks?'

Tonks spun around to face Remus, while poking her tongue out at him in a highly mature fashion.

Suddenly, Sturgis held out his hand to quiet them all.

'I think I hear him….lets go into the hall.'

The rather large welcome committee traipsed as quietly as possible into the small hallway at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up, Tonks saw that a figure had appeared on the landing at the top, but it was too dark to make him out.

She vaguely heard Moody call up to the boy, but she was too preoccupied with trying to look him over – finally she got sick of it.

'Why are we all standing in the dark? Lumos!'

The tip of her wand immediately lit up, giving her a clear view of the young boy standing at the top of the stairs. Raven black hair, bit messy, bright green eyes, oh, and of course that scar….

'Oooh….he looks just like I thought he would!' She grinned up at him. 'Wotcher, Harry!'

After Moody had insisted on some security measures (such as whether Harry was really Harry) Tonks bounded up the stairs to help the rather surprised wizard to pack. As he led her to his room, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He was pretty young, only about 15; it was amazing to think of all the things he'd been through. And she, Nymphadora Tonks, must help to protect him. She was puffing out her chest, feeling a bit important, when she caught sight of herself in Harry's mirror.

'Jeebus! Do I really look that pale? Blech…'

Needless to say, Harry seemed a little surprised when, after asking his opinion on her lilac hair, she promptly changed it to vivid pink.

'Can you learn how to be a metamorphmagus?' he asked, once she had finished explaining her odd skill. She looked at him, and tilted her head to one side. There was a look in his eyes….her own eyes travelled up to his scar, the thing that had made him so famous.

'Bet you wish you could hide that scar sometimes, eh?'

The boy nodded, and she began to realise why Remus was so fond of him. Because of that scar, he couldn't really have a normal childhood, and that irritated her. She'd had a great childhood, and although she had a dangerous job now, she'd chosen that life. He hadn't.

Suddenly, she realised he was looking at her like she had grown another head….she'd been staring at him. 'Merlin's beard Tonks, Remus is right, you really are subtle…' she noted to herself sarcastically, finally remembering why she was there, and helping Harry to pack.

Before long, the mismatched bunch of witches and wizards, along with Harry, began to make the journey back to Grimmauld Place. Harry had originally been over the moon at the thought of travelling by broomstick- and what a broomstick! He had a Firebolt! Tonks was mad with jealousy- but that elation faded as the freezing cold air began to seep in and around the bones of those flying, leaving them so chilled that it took all they had to just keep hold of the broom.

Moody's suggestion of doubling back on themselves was instantly dismissed, as it became apparent that Harry was wilting, and wouldn't be able to fly much longer. Luckily for him (and to the relief of the others) they arrived finally in front of the spot where soon would be twelve Grimmauld Place.

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It was certainly an eventful night that night; Tonks was rather impressed by Harry's powers of persuasion as he managed to get quite a lot of information out of the Order. However, by the time Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George went to bed, the atmosphere in the room was quite tense. Molly had been very unwilling to give the children as much information as Sirius had done, but Remus had agreed that they needed to know, and so indeed they had been told. Now, however, she was looking suitably unimpressed.

'I just don't see how they needed to know all of that.'

'Molly, Harry isn't a child anymore. He needs to know what's going on; it affects him more than any of us!'

'But it's such a huge burden for him to carry!'

'He's dealt with a lot already, he can handle it.'

'But we are his guardians! Doesn't that mean anything? We need to shield him from things like this!'

'If I may Molly….' broke in Remus. 'I think we both know that had we not told him this tonight, he'd have heard it through the Extendable Ears. And only bits and pieces of the truth. I think, overall, that would be worse for him.'

Tonks, who had remained quiet throughout this, allowed herself to glance at Remus. 'He's such a good pacifier,' she noted. 'Always manages to take the tension out of situations…'

Molly sighed. 'Maybe you're right, Remus. I just…he's still so young….'

'I know. We all know that. That's why we'll do everything in our power to protect him. Now, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm shattered….I'm off to bed. Besides, unless I am very much mistaken, we've a cleaning mission to continue tomorrow!' Remus' eyes were twinkling as he stood up, and pushed his chair in after him.

Her eyes feeling heavy herself, Tonks found herself agreeing wholeheartedly. She couldn't even be bothered apparating home, so, after offering to help Molly with the dishes (Molly politely declined her help) she trudged up to her room, and promptly fell asleep.

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Well, that's chapter 5! I had intended to cover more ground there but I always end up getting sidetracked and adding wee stupid bits that mean it would be far too long if I kept going. So I'll just have to move on in the next chapter!

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