Disclaimer: We've been through this before... I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. J.K. ROWLING DOES! No shit sherlock!
Beginnings
Ch.2 Love knows no age
Tonks awoke with a start; that green-eyed beauty had plagued her dreams. Groaning as she moved from the windowsill, her back popped from being in that uncomfortable positions for so long. Tonks rubbed her back as she walked to the kitchen to get some food, forgetting everything that she was going to do today. Tonks walked to the fridge and opened it up, roaming for something, anything to eat. Eat... .Eat... Harry! Remembering how thin Harry was last year she remembered everything she was going to do today. She wanted to go as soon as possible, but not too soon to attract unwanted attention.
1:00 P.M. Wouldn't be entirely too early... 'The Order is going to kill me for doing this.' Currently it was 12:00 P.M. One hour until she could go and check up on Harry. Deciding just to skip lunch -- not being entirely too hungry. Tonks went back to the windowsill to watch the Dursley's house.
Harry had woken up to the sound of an owl tapping mercilessly on the window. A small little owl he knew by the name of, Pig was creating the relentless tapping noise. Getting up slowly, he walked downstairs to tell Uncle Vernon that there was an owl for him. This was the part he hated most; Vernon always read Harry's letters, never allowing him any privacy toward himself. Harry didn't hear any clattering of utensils, or of dishes being washed. So no one was in the kitchen, he didn't hear anything coming from the living room, so no one was in there. Going to the front door he checked the driveway, sure enough the cars were gone. Uncle Vernon probably had to go to work... Aunt Petunia probably went to get groceries and Dudely was probably out with his gang. He went to the side of the house where his window was located, called down Pig, and walked back inside the house, Pig was flying around him ceaselessly.
Harry walked back inside the house and into the kitchen. He wanted to get some food. Walking into the kitchen he saw it, a note was attached to the fridge saying: 'Boy! Your Aunt has gone to pick up groceries; I had to report to work for something that does not concern you Dudley is out with his friends. IF ANYTHING IS OUT OF PLACE AND, OR IF ANY FOOD THAT HASN'T BEEN LAID OUT FOR YOU IS MISSING YOU'LL BE LIVING IN THAT CUPBOARD FOR THE REST OF THE SUMMER!' Harry crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash. Looking in the fridge for the food he saw that there was a half-eaten sandwich, and what looked like lumpy milk.
Harry tore some parts off of the sandwich and handed them to Pig -- Hedwig had exhausted his supply of owl treats. Harry untied the parchment that was attached to the ever-moving bird.
'Harry! How's it going mate? Note bad for me, Hermoine and I got together via owls! She's coming over in a week. Mum and Dad want to know if you can come over today, or soon! Please respond as fast as possible
Sincerely,
Ron'
Harry went to his room, got some ink and a quill and wrote his response on the back of the parchment. He desperately wanted to get out of the house, yet he knew that if he were to ask the Weasley's to get him out today next summer would be even worse. Might as well ride this one out.
'Dear Ron,
It's going fine mate. Glad to hear about you and Hermoine hooking up, I was wondering when you two would get together! I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to make it this summer... Dumbledore had forbidden me from leaving the house... Thanks anyway.
Sincerely,
Harry'
Harry walked back down to the kitchen and attached the parchment to Pig's leg, drained the cup of the milk, cleaned it out, and filled it with water; letting Pig drink from it. Harry walked Pig back outside and let Pig out; it struggled a little to get balanced but soon took off. Harry walked back to the kitchen, drained the cup again, cleaned it and got some more water in it. Harry knew that that was a lie, Dumbledore hadn't exactly forbidden him from leaving the house... but he needed something to say without attracting attention to him. Glancing at his watch purely out of habit it read 12:45 p.m.
Harry went into the living room, plopped down into Vernon's favorite chair and turned on the TV searching for the news channel. Strange deaths have been reported happening at random areas. Cause of death was a mystery; it was as if... they had just... died of fright. Harry already knew what it was, having seen the effect of the Avada Kadvara curse on Cedric. Memories of watching Cedric die played back in his mind.
Tonks was more than bored and extremely anxious. Around 12:20 she had seen the Dursleys leave. She wanted to go right then and there, yet she knew that she should wait. The prospect of bringing too much attention to her was something she didn't want or need. Around 12:45 she saw Harry walk outside, she had strained her eyes to see him, yet all she could see was his unruly hair. She saw him take in a small owl and then sometime later she saw him release the owl. That was the last of him she saw, he had gone back to do Merlin knows what. Last night had brought a very unusual dream. She had dreamt that Harry and Tonks had been together in love and that it was the most beautiful thing ever. When Tonks had woken up, she still felt that fluttery feeling of love toward him. She kept telling herself that it was lust and a stupid dream That was all. Who wouldn't lust for him though? He's known worldwide, he has the most beautiful pair of eyes... eyes that seemed to stare into your soul... and at the same time showed you his soul. Body that was toned from the years of Quidditch, and a vast knowledge that knew plenty, but still had an innocent naïve knowledge. In her heart she knew it just wasn't plain lust... it was more... so much more... but could it be called... love?
'NO NO! It's Lust no more than that. You need a man that's all. A man... with green-eyes... and bla-- ' Shaking her head out of frustration she glanced at the clock, seeing that it was nearly one, she went out of the room and then went outside. She did quick glance around to make sure no one was looking, and walked across the street and went to the Dursley's house.
She knocked on the door and waited for a little while, she heard shuffling behind the door and a lock being undone. She gasped at the site before her. Harry's face was gaunt; he had huge black circles under his eyes. His eyes that used to shine with happiness and innocence were dull. They showed no life within them, all the happiness and innocence had been sucked out of him. They were slightly puffy from him crying earlier, and the red was going away. He was pale, and from the looks of it, very skinny.
Those prats that were called Dursley's were dead. She was going to kill them for what they have done to him. Harry's eyebrows had arched up when he saw Tonks, not exactly expecting to see her here, his voice was rasp from all the crying he had done.
"T-Tonks? What are you doing here?"
Tonks had to keep herself from staring at him for too long, she already knew that she was going to stay with Harry. She was going to keep him well fed, and whoever doesn't agree with her decision LET THEM BE DAMNED!
"Harry... I came to check up on you... Not by order of the... Order... but, out of my own curiosity... may I come in?" She felt so bad for him... he was going through hell and those... arseholes Dursleys were making his life harder.
Authors Note: Man, sorry everyone for being confusing in these chapters. And whoever said it was right, my grammar and punctuation was atrocious, but I'm fixing it!
