I got 99 problems and owning Harry Potter won't be one~

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Tonks's POV

I had a lot of plans for today. Wake up, get dressed, maybe play some quidditch?

No of those things included bill's suspicious friend turning up with two kids and more questions than answers.

And I don't mean like mildly shady, I'm talking might be harboring a dangerous escaped convict type suspicious.

Still, I felt a bit bad for her.

Sabine (That's what her name was, right?) looked pale and jumped at small noises. She wouldn't let either kid out of her sight either, sitting on bill's bed with them in her lap.

"I need your help."

Ya, I noticed I thought with a snort, people who turn up unannounced in a cold sweat usually do.

I glanced over at bill and we shared a look. Could we trust her?

No, absolutely, positootley, fucking not.

She seemed to pick up on this.

"Please don't tell anyone, just let me explain. Please, you can't make Harry go back!"

Sabine(if it were possible) went even paler, her voice shaking badly.

I liked her voice, rich and smooth like lava cake, she'd probably make a good singer if-

Nympha, shut it. This is really not the time.

I swallowed. "So that's... really Harry Potter?" I asked, staring down at the little boy.

But why was he so little?

I'm no expert, but a kid his age shouldn't be that tiny. Hell, even bill's youngest brother (who's about his age,right?), the lankiest kid I'd ever seen! Was bigger then him.

And why was she so afraid of sending him back?

My eyes narrowed as the wheels in my aurors-in-training brain started to turn.

Mom worked at a witches abuse hotline when I was younger, before she retired. I don't remember much, (because I was a dumb kid that didn't pay attention), but I'll never forget their voices.

They all sounded like Sabine.

"Tell us everything." Bill probed.

Sabine sat back a little, still holding on tightly to the two kids as she began to talk.

Ya, this day was not going to go as planned.

"Tonks?-Tonks!" Bill's voice snapped me out of my stupor.

I shook myself and saw Sabine looked back at me, eyebrows raised.

Had I been staring?!

Holy shit no! Not crushing on the would be accomplice, not today merlin!

I coughed."please um-continue.".

"Right. He's innocent bill, I know it sounds far fetched but-"

"Ya, it does. Explain again why we should believe you."

Okay, that came out a bit harsher then I meant it, but still. We couldn't trust her.

I expected Sabine to shrink back, but she sat straighter, looking angry and defiant.

"Because it's the truth! Sirius was never given a trail, right? So how can you be 100% sure he did it?"

Okay, fair point. But still...

"There were dozens of witnesses,Pettigrew's whole finger was left at the scene, hell, Black was laughing as they took him away!" I argued.

"He was in shock! His best friends were dead, betrayed by his other best friend! I mean fuck I'd laugh too!" Sabine shot back, shifting the two kids off her lap and standing.

"He was there secret keeper! Who else could have betrayed them?!" Bill put in.

"It was Peter, Sirius had them switch at the last second, he would never-"

"Why would he switch?! He was Potter's best friend!" I demanded, standing too.

"Because-" Sabine tensed, her whole body going rigid.

Suddenly, her hand snaked out and grabbed me, warmth flooding up through me like a hot bath.

The last thing I saw was Sabine's eyes, the once chocolate brown pupils now a slowly swirling grey.

Then everything when dark.

No one's POV

It was nighttime, dew just starting to settle over the crisp street of houses.

A rush of air and a pop sound, initialing someone had apparated in.

He was tall, lean but built, wearing dark clothes and a binnie. His name was Sirius Black.

Sirius seemed to be in a hurry, streaking along the row of quiet homes as soon as he appeared.

He was pale, a wave of dread filling him as he came upon his destination.

Had something gone wrong?

The alarm spell he'd place on the Potter's house had gone off, and it could only be triggered if someone had broken the wards. But that would mean...

He walked up to the gate, silently stealing himself for the worst before pushing it open. He all but ran up the walkway, trying the door handle.

The door swung open at his touch.

No! No! No! NO!

Adrenaline pulsed through home as he bolted inside.

The house was a mess, broken glass from blown out windows littered the floor and furniture was strewn all over.

Lily's favorite recliner chair lay on it's side, the pile of books she would read for hours on end cast aside.

Panic was truly starting to sink in now as Sirius rushed to the stairs where he sees-

Oh god please no! Merlin sweet Minerva please!

James Potter lay face up on the carpet, body crumpled and eyes wide, unseeing.

Sirius fell to his knees, cradling his best friend's dead body in his arms.

An almost inhuman scream wrenched out of him, so loud and shocking it took him a moment to realize where it came from.

Because he couldn't be dead, he was James Potter! So normally filled with life and joy. Wanting nothing more then to kiss lily and play with sweet baby Harry.

Harry-

Sirius lowered prongs to the ground and ran up the stairs at top speed, pausing as he heard a small creak.

Was someone still in the house?

Grabbing his wand, he kicked the door down, whipping around to any sign off danger.

It was a gruesome scene, the once quant nursery almost completely torn apart.

And there, half propped Against the blood-spattered wall, was Lily.

Oh gods not lily to!

Lily, who had called him and his friend arrogant toerags in amused annoyance, who stood at the altar and married his best friend, who filled every room with light and love and infectious laughter.

Now she was dead.

Again, the dishonored black dropped to his knees, crying over the man he'd called his brother and the women he'd fallen so hard for, had wanted to raise their son with and love forever.

But amongst his own tears, another sniffing could be heard.

Looking up, Padfoot could hardly believe his eyes as baby Harry cried.

He stared at him, this little boy, who's parents had died by the most powerful evil wizard alive, had somehow survived.

"Pad-oot?"

Harry's horse voice snapped him back, he dashed forward, scooping his crying godson into his arms.

"Shh Harry, don't cry cud, paddy's got you. It's all gonna be alright."

The one-year-old clung to home as his mind raced.

How had this happened? How had-

Peter

"Peter!!"

Sirius's voice turned vicious. It was clear, all so clear what he had to do.

He had to kill Peter. He had to make him pay.

On shaky legs,Sirius rose, little Harry in his arms.

He walked out of the house, eyes steely, refusing to stare at his friends-his family's- bodies.

He walked out, darkness swirling around the image as the vision ended.

This chapter was to long for me to be this tired.

Part two will happen.

Let me know what you guys think about Tonks and Sabine!

Possibly romance ;)

Anyways, love y'all!