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Hunting For Professors

Harry arrived safely the following day. The Order had set up quarters in Lily and James summerhouse. It was q quaint cozy house in the country. Everyone could of course apparate just outside the perimeter. It was under the protection of a Fidelius Charm. 1823 Hummer Rd. had such a somber air about it.

Something in Harry hated it more than Grimmauld Place. Though he could say exactly why. He couldn't recall any memories specific memories but the place had a constricting feel about it. He was afraid to breathe, heaven forbid he break the spell of silence.

Ginny and Ron had been sent to Hermione's house. Harry was alone in one of the huge empty bedrooms that the house contained. Hummer House was more of a mansion he supposed. He walked silently towards the window seat. He sank upon it heavily. He stared out at the pond, not really seeing it, and yet it captivated him. All he saw was the sky above the trees far off in the distance.

Harry felt rather lonely. He'd been stupid. That much he'd admit to himself. He had been so ready to get out that he had jumped at the chance. Never mind the risks. He fetched his broom from his trunk. What the heck, no one will know if I take a little flight on my broom. After all the Order is in the middle of a meeting. No one will ever know.

Harry gripped his broom, mounted it and swiftly flew out the window. He flew over the pond, above the treetops, and down towards the meadow that lay beyond. He flew up and down following the way the hills dipped and rose. He flew through the trees. When he found a small brook he leaned over and let his fingertips skin the surface.

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Meanwhile, back at Hummer House, the Order was engaged in a heated discussion. They were trying to resolve the need for professors, and doing rather unsuccessfully at that.

"That's it," shouted McGonagall, "I am running this meeting and you are all going to shut up or…"

"Or what, you'll give us detention?" Said Fred cheekily.

"No but I will make you cook for the ENTIRE Order."

"Oh, that's harsh."

"For a week."

"Got the picture."

Silence descended over the Order. Everyone sat up a bit straighter.

"So wait," said George, "is Mum on like eternal punishment?"

McGonagall reached over and whacked him upside the head. "Any other dumb questions?" Silence met her words. "Good, now first we must decide who is going to teach Transfiguration."

"Yes of course, your subject first."
"Shut up Moody. I've had it up to here with you. You best watch yourself or you'll find your other butt cheek missing."

"I beg your pardon?" he said angrily.

"You heard me."

"Why how dare you. You'll pay for that one woman."

"That's it. I've had it with you two arguing," said Tonks. "We have work to do. Get over your petty grudges. Moody, I don't care if you were one of Albus' best mates. That doesn't give you the right to disrespect Minerva."

"You're out of line," growled Moody angrily.

"Am I?" she asked eyes flashing.

"Yes. You're too bull headed for your own good."

"Oh, up yours," she said flipping him off.

"Why I ought to teach that skinny little arse of yours a lesson." She shot him a nasty glare.

"What is the freaking problem in here?" Harry inquired as he walked in, doors banging loudly in his wake. "You forgot to add a silencing charm."

"Harry," Remus asked gently, "Why do you have your broom?" Harry glanced at his broom, inconspicuously trying to hide it behind his back.

"Erm, no reason."

"Haven't been flying have we?" he joked teasingly. Harry looked down.

"I was feeling lonely, and there was nothing to do."

"Harry," Molly admonished, "You can't just go gallivanting off. What if something had happened to you? No one would have known where you were."

"Well maybe I'd have died and then no one would have to worry about me," said Harry a bit more vehemently than he had intended.

"Molly get off the boy's case and Harry, don't you ever talk like that again. Do you hear me?" Harry shot her a yeah, sure, I won't look.

"Well I'm just gonna go. You were discussing Tonks arse in case you'd forgotten." She shot him an incredulous look. Harry just winked at her.

"Oh and Moody," Harry said pausing at the doors, "Don't stare at her arse too long. Her "boyfriend" might hurt you."

"Boyfriend?"

"Oh yes, surely you've met Remus."

"Remus is too old for her."

"I'm going to leave before Tonks explodes."

"Yeah, get out of here Potter," said Tonks shooting him a contemptuous glare.

"If it's any consolation you do have a nice arse."

"What were you doing looking at it?" Remus asked.

"Doing what any smart, male, teenager with raging hormones would do, I was enjoying the view. Don't worry Mooney, she's all yours. Oh, and not like any one cares but, I think Tonks would make an excellent Transfiguration professor."

"We'll consider it," responded McGonagall.

"Oh I don't know," said Remus, "We can't leave Harry to stare at her arse all day long." Remus had a very smug look on his face.

"Okay Mooney, then we can bring you back to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the girls can look at your arse." Several mouths dropped at that one. Everyone's heads swiveled to look at Remus. He let out a low laugh that came out sounding like a throaty growl.

"Please forgive me for asking Harry, but what are you smoking? Like any girls would want to stare at my arse. Maybe yours, but certainly not mine."

"I don't know Mooney, Tonks eyes only leave yours when she's staring at your face. As for mine, yeah right. We all know the girls just think I'm soooo hot."

"I think you'd be surprised. And Tonks does not stare at my arse, especially not that much."

Remus turned to look at her. She had a sheepish look on her face. She couldn't believe that Harry, of all people had noticed. She thought she'd been discreet.

"Tonks?"

"What? I didn't do anything wrong," she said trying to look innocent.

"Tonks, Tonks, Tonks, you need to work on the act of being discreet."

"Well nobody else noticed," she said pouting.

"No Mooney, you can't suck on her lip."

"Oh that's it Prongslet, you're dead."

Remus tackled Harry to the ground. Tonks joined in the scruffle. Suddenly Harry found himself pinned to the floor. Tonks sat on top of him. Harry grinned evilly.

"I knew you liked kissing older men, but who would have guessed that you liked to straddle younger ones." She slapped him, and jumped off him like he was on fire.

"Harry," Remus said surprised, "you've got quite the mouth on you."

"Gee," Harry said sarcastically, "I thought it'd take you a few more years."

"Harry what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah right. I was your age once too remember."

"I'm lonely. I've been feeling ignored, and I'm practically under house arrest. What do you expect?"

Tonks walked over to where he was sitting on the floor. She crouched down so that they were eye level. "Harry, we're so sorry. We didn't mean to. Everyone's been so busy lately. Come on, we'll go hang out, right now even."

"You're in the middle of an Order meeting."

"I don't care. Come on," she said pulling him to his feet.

"No finish your meeting, then come get me. I'll be in my room." With that Harry left. Tonks and Remus took their seats.

"Alright people, hurry up. Let's get this over with."

The Order eventually settled on Tonks as the new Transfiguration Professor and Remus as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor again. Of course, all of this was unknown to Harry.

Tonks fetched Harry from his room. Harry led her down to the pond. It was a lot bigger up close. Harry sunk to the ground. When Tonks failed to join him he looked up.

"What?"

"I want to go swimming."

"Then go swimming."

"I don't want to go alone. Come with me please."

Harry relented. He pulled off his socks and shoes. They were quickly followed by his shirt and pants. He dove in then surfaced.

"Come on Tonks. You're the one who wanted to go swimming."

" So. I'm not a guy like you. I can't just strip down to my boxers like you. Female, remember."

"I'll turn around, then you can get in. Just keep your knickers and bra on."

"Harry I can't. What would Remus think?"

"That you're a gorgeous young woman, and that I trust Harry not to make a big deal out of it."

"Remus."

"Hey Mooney."

"Are you skinny dipping Harry?"

"No, I still have my boxers on."

"I think I'll join you then." Remus ditched his clothes. He shook his butt.

"How does my arse look now love?" Remus jumped in, splashing Tonks in the process. Even in the dark Harry cloud tell that Tonks was blushing.

"Come on love, join us."

"No."

"Yes, you have much to much clothing on. Do you need assistance removing it?" He asked suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

"Urgh Mooney, if you're going to make passes at Tonks at least do it when I'm not around."

"Fine, I'm coming in, but turn around." Harry obeyed.

"No," said Remus. "I'm gonna look all I want. And Harry doesn't have to turn around either."

"Bastard," she muttered.

"Sorry, didn't catch that love." She ditched her clothes quickly and jumped in.

Harry, Remus, and Tonks spent the rest of the evening dunking each other. The melancholic atmosphere was broken. Each laughed till their sides, and their faces felt as though they were about to crack.

Author's Note: I didn't get a lot of reviews on the last chapter. Please send me reviews. I want to know if people actually like this. Again, if you have time, checkout my one-shot Legacy. I'm sorry this took me so long to update. My birthday is in 10 days. Send me a review as a present.

Next Chapter: Minerva searches for a new Potion's professor. Lots of laughs at her expense to come.

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