Chapter: Dusk and Dawn
MissLinuxthePenguin
As the three main parties residing in Grimmuald Place finished their respective lists and began their preparations for the day's end, one could not help but think of the days to come.
A plot by two seven year olds, waiting to be carried out.
An un-expecting elder whom, in all sense, was truly not any older than the two.
An author sitting in the mists, painting her toes with a disgustingly bright shade of blue nail polish.
A reader, sleeping on the couch, waiting for the day to end and the night to begin.
A penguin waddling about in the kitchen, squeaking to herself occasionally, searching for a fish or two to eat - but not succeeding.
And the sun set on the scene, giving an end to one day and a start to another.
Nymphadora Tonks was eight. Eight years old. Tall enough to reach the sink without a step stool, smart enough not to try to bother Buckbeak.
And preceptive enough to notice things.
To notice the constant flurry of letters delivered to the house by a snowy white barn owl.
And the laughter that came from her cousin as he read the letters.
She asked him about it once, this morning when the owl swept through the window and deposited a letter on the kitchen table.
"Cousin Sirius, who keeps sending you those letters?"
"Harry, Tonks." A chuckle rang through the kitchen, and Tonks felt she was missing something.
"He's just like his father, Tonks, just like his father."
"Prongs?" Tonks remembered Prongs. He was nice, just like Moony. They always had candy for her when they visited.
"So he finally married the red-haired lady?"
Sirius laughed for a minute, before replying "Yes, Tonks. He did."
A/N: hehehe.
Tonks, dearest, your favored Moony just happens to be that little twerp that is helping you plot devious plots against your cousin.