Chapter 22

A/N: So… hope you like, thanks for all the reviews! ON! With the story, I mean.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and the Baudelaire's sat patiently on the floor just outside the door to where Snape was. It had been at least 20 minutes since Tonks had slammed the door in their faces, and worry and panic was beginning to overcome them; or at the least, overcoming Harry. His mind was buzzing madly as he listened to the sounds passed the door. The sounds of feet pitter-pattering across the floor, pause, then the sound of walking again, followed by another pause… AHHH! Harry thought madly, trying to overthrow the urge to blast the door open. What is taking so long? Is Snape OK? What are they doing in there? Harry groaned a little, already annoyed by the fact that Tonks had slammed the door in his face, but even more annoyed now that his mind would not shut up.

"Harry, don't worry." Violet said quietly, looking over at him.

"What? I'm not worrying." Harry retorted. He looked away from the door. Violet leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. He smiled a little, then looked back up at the door. There had been silence for 20 seconds. He and Hermione exchanged worried looks; silence hadn't lasted that long. 30 seconds. 40 seconds. One minute had passed. Harry stood up, and took one step toward the door. Harry jumped backward.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screamed two different people. Tonks flew out of the room. Her hands were shaking, and her mouth was closed tightly. She was sobbing, her eyes wide, and she shoved her over her face, and she turned away from the shocked group of kids and leaned her head against the wall.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" Ron asked loudly. Tonks let out a small squeal. Harry slowly peered into the room. Dumbledore looked like he was pressing back a laugh, Lupin had his hands over his mouth, and Moody was cackling loudly. Harry was surprised to also see Snape, sitting up in his bed, mouth hanging open, and eyes wide. Not to mention he was as white as a ghost, and his hands were shaking too. Harry turned back out to Tonks.

"What happened, Tonks?" He asked her. She turned slowly to him. She had stopped sobbed, and she slowly opened her mouth to explain.

Flashback…

Tonks slammed the door in their faces regretfully. She hated doing that, but she had to go to drastic measures, and didn't want the kids to think she had gone crazy. Although, she was sobbing and had slammed the door in their faces, so they probably thought she was crazy, anyway. She stumbled over passed Lupin, and spoke quietly, only to him:

"Remus, I must."

"WHAT?" He yelled back at her, but yet still in a whisper.

"Remus, I am the only lady here, it would just be wrong if you did it." She cried out quietly.

"You took MR?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? I don't-" He stopped and looked at her.

"I do not like Snape, but I must." She said simply. Remus Lupin nodded, and slowly took a step back. Regretfully, Tonks stepped up to Snape's side and leaned over him. She inhaled deeply, rolled her eyes at herself, and did what she had to do.

She leaned down, taking in more air, and silently opened Snape's mouth unhappily. She bent forward until her lips touched his. She held his nose, and began the process of mouth-to-mouth ressesitation (A/N: still don't know how to spell it.).

She continued lifting and leaning her head down for about twenty minutes, crying the whole time (she hated Snape and didn't know why she even offered to do this, but sadly, she new that Snape was a very important person for Dumbledore to have around) Moody, Lupin and Dumbledore pacing around her to get a better look. Moody was cackling quietly the whole time. Suddenly, Snape's mouth closed, and his eyes opened. She stared down at him, and him up at her in shock, not realizing until 10 seconds later that Tonks lips still sat quietly on Snape's. Her head snapped up, and Snape sat blot upright, both screaming at the top of their lungs.

Flashback over…

Behind Harry, Ron had both hands pressed tightly over his mouth, trying not to laugh. Hermione was speechless, and the Baudelaire's were also suppressing back laughter.

"Oh, my." Harry exclaimed. He lowered his head, laughing to himself.

"I know." Tonks said, spitting onto the floor for about the seventh time through her story, then leaned her head back against the wall. Harry slowly peered back into the room. Moody was still cackling on, and Lupin and Dumbledore were still trying not to laugh. And Snape, still in utter shock, had not moved an inch since Harry last looked at him. He only let one word escape his mouth: "Awkward…"

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A/N: This chapter wasn't really great, I know. But I had to put it in so everyone could understand way Tonks was crying. Anyway, there will be more (better stuff) in the chapters to come if you R&R…