Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter. And double that, because I forgot it last chapter.
A/N: Well, I didn't take as long to update as last chapter. Also, this is my longest chapter yet.
Chapter Sixteen: Talking to Troubled Teens
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!" chimed a big, bubblegum pink alarm clock robotically.
"It's a brand new day, wake up, wake up, wake up!" it continued, completely ignoring the fact that a grumpy and annoyed Tonks was now pointing her wand menacingly at it.
"Wake up, wake up, wake – "
BANG.
"Sorry, Hermione," she muttered, quickly thinking about a possible excuse to tell Hermione if she asked how her birthday present working out.
Tonks collected all the broken bits of pink plastic and shoved them mercilessly into the garbage bin beside her bed.
She straightened up and yawned, turning her hair a miraculous blue as she did so. Tonks shuffled towards the kitchen, and forcefully resisted the urge to just drop down on the couch as she did so.
Tonks took out a large box of frosted cereal and piled it out sleepily into an, almost even larger, green bowl. She took out a surprisingly bright neon orange spoon, sat down on the low countertop, and began to eat.
She finished it in a shockingly fast amount of time, and threw it mercilessly into the sink.
"Ugh," Tonks moaned, as she let out another large yawn. "What time is it…?"
She looked wearily over at the digital clock above her oven and yelped. It was nearly eleven o'clock, and Bill and Fleur's wedding started at two-thirty.
She jumped up, sprinted to her bedroom, and changed into her uncomfortable and overly flowery dress, which she had gotten just for the wedding. She tugged on her high heels, grabbed her purse, and ran out of her flat, just barely remembering to lock up before she left.
When she got to the Burrow, she found that everyone but her had arrived. Tonks greeted Molly, Arthur and Fleur's parents hastily, before running up the stairs to Ginny's room, where all girls were getting ready.
As she entered the room she heard a loud screech, and felt a pair of arms tightly wrap themselves around her waist.
"Wotcher, Gin," she said happily. "It's great to see you and all, but could you just resist from killing me 'til after the wedding?"
"Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh," chanted Ginny nervously, as she reluctantly let Tonks go. "I am so happy that you're here." She began to drag Tonks towards her bed, where a small blonde girl lay sprawled across, whom Tonks guessed was Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister.
"You have to help me," she said direly, sighing heavily to prove her point. "I have no idea what to get Hermione to wear!" Ginny gestured impatiently to the pile of clothes stacked on the bed by Gabrielle's feet.
"Look," said a quiet voice from the corner, and as Tonks looked over she saw it was Hermione, who looked almost as troubled as she had the day of Dumbledore's funeral. "It really doesn't matter. I don't care what I wear. It's not like the world depends on it."
"Maybe not," put in Tonks slyly, with a wicked smile. "But your relationship with Ron does."
Hermione turned a bright scarlet, while Ginny burst into a bout of giggles.
"There is not," Hermione snapped defensively, "Anything going on between Ron and me. We're just friends, why can't anyone believe that?"
"Oh, Hermione," Tonks said reassuringly. "Of course we believe you." But as Hermione turned her back to say something to Gabrielle, Tonks and Ginny exchanged glances, and burst into fresh fits of giggles.
"Really," said Hermione indignantly, and held up a plain blouse and knee-length skirt from the pile to her body. "Now, what do you think of this?"
"I think you're about eighty," said Ginny, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, Hermione, wear something more you're age…like, this." Ginny held up a tiny pink and black striped tube top and an equally tiny dark brown skirt.
Hermione's jaw dropped, "No way am I wearing that! I'll look like some kind of…some kind of…" She bit her lip and broke off.
Ginny rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak again, but Gabrielle got there first.
"Live a little," she sniffed. "You seem very boring for someone so young."
"You keep out of this," said Ginny, surprisingly angrily. "You don't even know her."
Gabrielle sniffed pompously, but remained silent.
Tonks raised an eyebrow curiously at Ginny's sudden outburst but said nothing, and decided to talk to her later about it.
"Well…what about this?" asked Hermione nervously, holding up a silky red slip dress that had definitely not come from the pile Ginny had lain out.
Ginny's face softened, "Oh, Hermione, it's beautiful." She walked up to it and gingerly felt the fabric. "Wait, where does it go down to? Above your knees?" Ginny asked suspiciously.
"Yes," sighed Hermione, and gestured to where it came down to on her, which was shockingly high for Hermione.
"Where'd you get it?" Tonks asked, who had now joined Ginny in feeling the wonderful fabric.
"Some Muggle shop," she answered offhandedly. "I can't remember what is was called."
Tonks backed away from the dress, and looked around the room, noticing for the first time that Fleur wasn't with them in the room. "Hey, where's the bride?"
"She eez with Charlie," replied Gabrielle in a bored voice, inspecting her perfectly manicured nails carefully.
Tonks' blood ran cold. "W-what?" she spluttered, her face suddenly a nervous white.
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow and turned her head toward Ginny and Hermione. "Can she not 'ear very well?" She faced Tonks again and said stupidly, "She. Eez. With. Charlie. You know, 'er soon to be brother-een-law?"
Tonks ignored her, not wanting to start up a fight with a twelve-year-old. "Where are they? What are they doing?"
This time it was Ginny who raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so concerned?"
Gabrielle suddenly gave a freakishly high-pitched squeal, and clapped her hands together. "Oh, oh, I bet she 'as a little crush on your brother, Ginny."
Oh, Merlin, could this girl be any stupider? Tonks thought dryly.
Ginny thoughts appeared to be somewhere along the same line, "Gabrielle, if you were any dafter, you'd be walking backwards. Just sod off, OK?" With that, she turned on her heel and flew out the door, her fiery red hair curtaining along behind her.
Gabrielle gave a little squeak, as if insulted, and Hermione made a 'tut' sound.
"Really…" Hermione commented, but cast a curious look at me. "And you can't like him, can you? I mean with everything that's – er – going on between you and Professor Lupin…"
Tonks snorted, almost forgetting her dismay over Ginny for a moment, "Hermione, you really have to stop calling him that." Hermione blushed furiously at that, and Gabrielle gave an indignant laugh. "Er – I think I had better go after Ginny," Tonks finished, and looked anxiously towards the door, hoping Ginny had not gone too far.
With that, she swept clumsily out the door. Once in the hallway, she closed the door quietly, before setting off to find Ginny. Luckily, she found her not too far off, leaning against the wall, almost in tears.
She was looking down determinedly at her shoes, and tugging fervently at her elegant gold bridesmaid dress. "Oh," Ginny lifted her head, as Tonks loud and ungraceful footsteps neared. "Hi, Tonks, I was just…nothing."
"Doesn't seem like nothing," Tonks said quietly, and settled into a position on the wall beside Ginny. "Gin, what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" She snapped, before burying her face in her hands, and hiccoughing miserably. "Oh, it's Harry."
Tonks was surprised. "Harry?" she asked, managed to not show her shock. "What about Harry?"
"We were dating," she answered offhandedly, and wiped her cheeks to rid signs of any fallen tears.
Tonks' jaw dropped, "Wow. I really didn't know that." Not wanting to be overly intrusive at a time like this, Tonks got past her surprise and trudged on, "So…what happened?"
"He dumped me," Ginny replied, in such a mature and calm voice that made her seem years older that she really was. "Noble reasons, of course."
Tonks eyes and tone hardened. "Oh, Merlin, him to? Why all the sane, strait, and nice men have to always screw it up, I'll never know." She looked at Ginny, and drew an empathetic face, "So what were his reasons?"
Ginny closed her eyes for a spilt second before answering in a flat, dull voice, "He has to do – something – and he's afraid of putting me in danger. And I knew; I knew something was wrong as soon as I woke up that day. I knew it…" Ginny broke off and closed her eyes again, her face a perfect calm, showing next to no emotion.
"Oh, Gin…" said Tonks quietly, and hugged her tightly. "He'll come 'round, I know he will…" she broke off, and realized she was almost mimicking what Molly had said to her once.
Ginny broke away from her, and Tonks saw her mask of calm on her face was now gone, and it was now shimmering in glossy tears. "No, he won't. It won't be a happy ending, like you and Lupin."
At least she doesn't still call him 'Professor', Tonks thought, at the back of her mind.
Tonks looked at the young girl sadly. "Yes, he will, Gin. Men are idiots, but he'll realize eventually -"
"No, you don't get it!" Ginny now yelled, tears still running hard and fast down her face, wetting the front of her beautiful dress. "He won't. If there were any hope for it, I wouldn't be here now telling you that there wasn't. There's something he has to do, I'm not sure what it is, because he won't tell me, but I have ideas. And the worst part is…" she looked at Tonks helplessly, her green eyes glittering, "I think I love him."
Tonks shut her eyes tightly, and embraced Ginny again. "Oh, Gin, it'll be all right," she reassured her between Ginny's loud hiccoughing breaths. "It'll be OK…"
"I know it won't," Ginny whispered. "But thanks. And I'm all right now," she added, pulling away from the hug and wiping her cheeks.
"Well, you'd better get back to Hermione," said Tonks, managing a reassuring smile. "I think she needs you to introduce her to makeup."
Ginny laughed, nodded, and began walking slowly away back to her room.
Oh, Merlin, thought Tonks. That girl deserves a happy ending. If I ever bump into Harry…
Her thoughts were cut short by a door being shut, slightly forcefully, from behind her.
Tonks turned. It was Charlie, and he looked even worse than he had the night before. His skin was a sickly white, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Charlie?"
Charlie turned, and saw Tonks staring at him. "Oh…" His freckled face suddenly became even more miserable, if possible, "Hey, Tonks."
"Were you talking to Fleur in there?" she asked carefully, and looked at him as sympathetically as she could.
Charlie sighed. "Look, Tonks, I don't want to talk about this. It was stupid of me to come bursting into your flat the other night. Just forget anything happened, OK?"
Charlie made to walk away, but Tonks tightly grabbed his shoulder. "No. You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it. I would know," she added quietly.
Charlie groaned and shut his eyes tightly. "I don't know what to do," he whispered.
"C'mon," said Tonks, and began dragging him towards the currently empty guest room. When they got there, she closed the door carefully, and locked it securely with a spell.
"How did this all happen?" she asked, settling herself on the dusty four-poster bed. "You didn't really give time to explain it fully before, since you ran out the door the minute you confessed."
Charlie rubbed his temples, and began slowly pacing the room. "I don't know. I don't understand how it happened. I mean, it was just a kiss."
Tonks tilted her head, and looked at him questionably. "'Just a kiss'?"
"Yeah, well, see, I kissed her. It was before I found out I loved her, though. It was when I first met her, before her and Bill even began dating. I was just talking to her about some old thing, and then boom! I'm snogging her. I don't know why I even did it. I think it was the part Veela in her. Anyways, she pulled away, slapped me, and stormed off. And that should have been the end of it, right? But I couldn't…" Charlie paused, and gulped loudly, rubbing his temples more fiercely than ever, "I couldn't stop thinking about her. I dreamt about her. And when…when her and Bill got engaged, I wanted to kill him. Literally tear him limb from limb. And that's something I've never, ever, wanted to do before." He looked helplessly at Tonks, his bloodshot eyes screaming with despair, "You have to help me, Tonks. I know we've never been close or anything, but I trust you and your judgment. What should I do? Should I tell her?"
"Wasn't that what you were doing with Fleur before?" she asked, feeling now as almost distressed as Charlie.
"I chickened out," he replied simply, his voice barely a whisper.
Tonks was silent. So much drama was happening so fast. Charlie and Fleur, Harry and Ginny…and her and Remus. Yet only one could have a happy ending. At least, for a while.
The thought sent a chill down her spine. What if her and Remus broke up? All these years of wanting, wishing, and then finally, finally, getting it could be taken away just like that? If that happened…she didn't know what she'd do.
But of course it won't happen, a voice in her head reassured her. Remus isn't like that.
Isn't he?
"Er – Tonks?" muttered Charlie worriedly, his red-haired head titled to the side in a slightly questionable manner.
His voice snapped her from her thoughts back into reality. "Oh – yeah, Charlie."
Charlie cast her a suspicious look, "OK, then. Are you feeling all right?"
"Why?"
"'Cause you're all pale and have the kind of strangled look on your face that looks like someone's just died or something."
Blunt enough, Charlie, she thought dryly.
"Oh, well, I'm just fine," she lied lazily, yawning as she did so.
"Well, then back to my problem, what should I do?"
Tonks rolled her eyes, but managed to contain a sigh. "Look, Charlie, I really couldn't tell you. You got to do what you think is right. But…" Tonks paused, unsure whether putting in her own opinion would be a good thing, "Just think about this. If you told Fleur that you loved her, and for some reason that made her break up with, or maybe tell, Bill, how do you think he would feel? I mean, would you ever forgive him if he did that to you?" She lent over and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "But, good luck, Charlie."
But as she walked away, her thoughts were far from Charlie's troubles. Her mind kept on wandering back to the possibility of Remus breaking up with her.
You're barely even going out with him, she reminded herself sadly. You just snogged each other and said you wanted to be together forever. It's not like you've even gone on a date. Unless you count crying on his shoulder at Dumbledore's funeral a date.
Maybe he's not ready for that kind of commitment.
Tonks shuddered. I have to stop thinking about this, she told herself.
She swept as gracefully as she could back into Ginny's room (which meant she tripped over her own
feet. Twice).
Tonks found not only Hermione, Ginny and Gabrielle in the room, but also Fleur as well. Fleur looked quite worn, and over-the-top nervous, but she seemed, overall, to be happy, so obviously she had no idea of Charlie's feelings yet.
A pang of guilt struck Tonks' heart. What if Charlie did tell her? It would probably ruin her life. Or her wedding day, anyways, but to a girl, that's almost just as important.
And it would be all Tonks' fault.
"Oh, 'ello, Tonks!" squealed Fleur, in a strangely friendly manner.
Ginny raised her eyebrow and shook her head, while Hermione, seemingly oblivious to everything and everyone around her, glared at the wall, muttering silent words.
"So, Tonks, will you 'elp me with my zipper?" Fleur said, pointing elegantly to her back.
"You could 'ave asked me," pouted Gabrielle, crossing her arms stubbornly.
"You are too short," replied Fleur snobbishly. Again, she turned to Tonks in the friendly-like matter and repeated, "So? Will you 'elp me with my zipper?"
"Yeah, sure," Tonks said, and walked toward her, catching a bewildered glance from Ginny.
"It won't go up," Fleur complained childishly, as Tonks fought with the zipper. "I don't understand why."
"You must have put on some weight," said Tonks absently, before she could stop herself.
Fleur snapped her head towards her, her face filled with fury. "Me? Put on weight? 'Ow dare you? We Delacours 'ave the skeeniest and most beautiful weemen. We do not 'put on weight'." Fleur paused, and Tonks watched as her perfect face fell into a mask of sorrow and fear.
"Er – are you OK?" Tonks questioned, becoming slightly worried.
Fleur opened her mouth to answer, but instead twisted out of Tonks' grasp, almost ripping the zipper, and ran out of the room, her hand over her mouth.
Fleur's escape sent Hermione out of her trance. Her and Ginny exchanged worried looks, than turned to Tonks.
"What was that all about?" said Ginny, looking utterly confused.
"I don't know," Tonks replied, growing more and more worried by the second. "I think I'll go check what's up."
"Eet would be awful eef my seester was seeck on 'er wedding day," commented Gabrielle, as Tonks went out the door.
She found Fleur crouched over the toilet in the bathroom, puking her guts out.
"I'll wait outside," said Tonks hastily, and turned to leave.
"Wait! No, no, I am OK now," Fleur said quickly, backing away from the toilet and wobbly drawing herself up to her full height.
Tonks hesitated at the door, not sure whether to stay, or leave.
"Please stay," Fleur begged, her eyes strangely watery.
"Er – sure." Tonks sat down, cross-legged, on the cold linoleum beside Fleur.
"Tonks, I - " Fleur broke off quickly and bent over the toilet again, coughing horribly.
Tonks moved to her knees and bustled over to Fleur. She gingerly took her hair and held it back, trying not to listen to the awful sounds of Fleur regurgitating.
Once Fleur was finished, Tonks quickly let her hair down and turned to her. "Fleur, are you –"
"I am pregnant!" whined Fleur, interrupting Tonks and almost bursting into tears. "I can't beelieve it! I thought we were being careful and…and this eez my wedding day!"
This is turning into some kind of soap opera, thought Tonks irritably. Next, we're going to find out the baby might not be Bill's.
"But, isn't this a good thing?" asked Tonks hopefully. "I mean, what's better than to have a baby with the man you love?"
Tonks nearly laughed as she said that. Just imagine Remus and I having a baby, she thought. Not only would Remus be eccentric about it, but our kid would be a lycanthropic metamorphmagus.
"I don't know," said Fleur slowly. "I theenk…I theenk, it's because I cannot stop theenking about Charlie."
And with that she burst into tears.
Well, I was close, Tonks thought.
"Oh, Fleur…" said Tonks, as calmly as she could. "It's – er – OK, so, well, do you love him?"
"Who?" spluttered Fleur, ending her tears immediately.
"Charlie…"
"Of course not!" roared Fleur, looking totally outraged. "'Ow dare you say that? I love Bill weeth all my heart. 'Im, no one else, just 'im! I thought you could relate to that," she ended sourly, giving Tonks a glare to match.
Tonks face and hair grew red with anger and irritation. Everyone was spilling their hearts out to her, which she didn't mind really, but the least they could do was show her some courtesy, or maybe ask if anything was troubling her.
"Look, I do understand, OK? I just got the wrong end of the stick," she ranted, but successfully made her hair turn back to what it was before. "So…" she continued, settling down, "Why can't you 'stop thinking about' dear, sweet old Charlie?" Tonks said Charlie's name perhaps more bitterly than she meant to, as Fleur cast her a slightly bewildered look.
"Something eez troubling 'im," she said simply. "And 'e 'as become like a brother to me…though not to say we didn't 'ave a…rough start," she broke off, looking slightly embarrassed, and Tonks guessed she was referring to this kiss that Charlie had mentioned had occurred between them. "Any'ow, I need to know what eez troubling 'im. I theenk I almost got it out of 'im thees morning, but…" Fleur looked down at her hands, tears blurring her vision. "Oh, this baby 'as come at such a bad time."
"Baby's never really come at a good time," said Tonks comfortingly, hoping to draw the conversation away from Charlie. "Take me for example. My mom barely even knew my dad when she got pregnant, and they kind of just got married because of it, but now, bang! It's almost twenty-five years later and they still can't keep off each other. I kind of wish they would though, especially when I come to visit." Tonks ended, now somewhat disgusted.
Fleur looked at her strangely, as if inspecting a species of ape.
Tonks rolled her eyes, and fought the temptation to stomp her foot, scowl dramatically and stick out her tongue.
"Er – ladies?" came a bold voice from the doorway.
They both turned tom see two identical red-heads poking out from the doorway, looking with growing interest, at Tonks and Fleur.
"Wedding's starting in forty-five," said Fred matter-of-factly.
"You two gals better skadattle," said George, nodding towards Fleur, whose wet cheeks and flooded makeup was extremely prominent.
"We're coming, we're coming," said Tonks, shooing the twins out.
"Don't hex the messenger," said George lazily.
"But we wouldn't mind if you hexed our mother," continued Fred. "As she was the one who told us to tell you to 'get off your lazy buttocks and come down here'. Actually, those were her exact words."
"Sure," said Tonks, grinning madly. "I'll see you two down there, then. Oh, and Fred," she called to the departing twins, "I hope you invited Angelina, because I know she's dying to see you."
She quickly left a confused Fred and smug George to figure it out on their own. But instead of turning back into the bathroom to help Fleur, Tonks continued down the hall, only to bump into a completely out-of-it Hermione.
"Hey, Hermione," Tonks said slowly, watching as Hermione, once again, snapped out of her trance.
"Oh! Hello, Tonks," said Hermione absently, the dazed look in her eyes still quite apparent.
"Are you OK? You look a little out of it."
"Yes, oh – yes – I'm fine."
Apparently, it would take a bit more work to get whatever was bothering Hermione out of her. She doesn't seem quite as happy to spill her guts out as the others.
"You don't look fine. Seriously, Hermione, you can tell me. It always feels better to tell someone."
Immediately the dazed look in Hermione's eyes disappeared, only to be replaced with a sharp, penetrating one. "I am totally fine! And even if there was anything, it is none of your business! I can deal fine on my own, thank-you-very-much."
Tonks mouth dropped. She had never heard such an outburst from Hermione. Well, at least she was showing some emotion. "OK…" she started carefully, not looking away from Hermione once. "But if you need to talk, I'm here."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," replied Hermione, almost sarcastically. Her face was wiped of all emotion, except for her sharp glare, which was almost drilling a hole in Tonks.
Tonks sighed, and turned back towards Ginny's room, hoping they were all ready. What a day this was turning out to be.
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Remus was sitting silently on a flowery green bench, in the middle of the Weasley's garden. He was admiring the view of the little reception they had set up. It was truly amazing how they had gotten all the green benches just so, and how they had decorated every one right down the last detail. Though, it wasn't as if they hadn't used magic.
At that thought, Remus felt an unnecessary pang of pity for Muggles. How they survived their whole lives without magic was beyond him. But then again, he could have met a fate much, much worse than just surviving without magic.
A shiver ran down Remus' spine at the very thought. He could not imagine what would have become of him if he had ended up living his life with a pack of feral werewolves. How many poor people he would have slaughtered…
Stop, he told himself firmly. Just stop. You're at a wedding, be happy…
How can I be, when I know in just a week's time I'll be living – yet again – with a pack of wild animals.
And I haven't even told Tonks yet…
Remus glanced longingly at the tipsy house on his left. He could see, through the window, Molly screaming something nearly audible at the twins, who were rolling their eyes and groaning.
A smile flickered on Remus' face for a moment, before it was replaced with a solemn frown, always a sign he slipping into deep thought.
You have to tell her soon, chimed a voice in his head. You can't afford to have a repeat of what you did after Dumbledore's funeral.
Remus groaned a loud at the memory. He wished he hadn't run off like that, he had obviously hurt Tonks' feelings…but he just hadn't been able to stand the guilt. She had a right to know that he was going back on his mission, before they started anything they might regret.
Just then, loud voices from behind startled him out of his thoughts. He looked over and saw two women, one thin, blonde, and elegant; the other tall, lanky, and blue-haired. He watched, transfixed, as the blonde woman irritably helped the other woman straighten up, as she had promptly fallen on her face moments before. He smiled as they approached him, one slowly and uninterestedly, the other with excitement and bubbly joy.
"Hello, Nymphadora," he said quietly as she embraced him tightly.
"Hi," she squeaked, as though she had not spoken for days. She smiled and sighed, brushing a hand through her vibrant hair as she did so.
He stepped back slightly to admire her. She was, for once in her life, wearing a dress, and an extremely flowery one at that. He had to give her credit for being courteous and trying to fit in…though, as he examined her hair, the overwhelming blue kind of destroyed the effect.
She noticed him looking at her and smiled, once again, and did a very Fleur-like, sweeping back of her hair, and a dramatic wink.
Remus smiled. She really was beautiful.
And he had to tell her soon.
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A/N: OK, I know this chapter is called 'Talking to Troubled Teens' yet Tonks talks to Fleur (who I think kind of counts as a teen) and Charlie too. But I thought 'Talking to Troubled Teens and Charlie' would be a bit much. Anyhow, hope you liked my longest chapter yet (I'm kinda proud of it :P) and thanks for the reviews!
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