I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long! I had an operation a few days ago (nothing serious) and I really haven't had the energy to post a new chapter, so here it is!

Enjoy x

Harry's POV (Again)

"So, let me get this straight" spluttered Uncle Vernon. "Your headmistress is coming here to get you to turn in some evil guy?"

I sighed, tired of having to explain it over and over again. "Yes, basically."

"Why can't she do it herself? We don't want any of your lot around our house" snapped Aunt Petunia.

"Because," I said patiently. "I'm probably the most influential person in this situation."

"You?" spluttered Vernon, turning red. "you have influence over some guy who is in charge of you lot?"

"I certainly hope so," I muttered. "Or it could mean terrible things for muggles, sorry, people like you."

Aunt Petunia looked like she had bitten into a particularly sour lemon.

"So you think we're going to just let her waltz in here? She had better be dressed normally. She will won't she?" she spat.

I pondered that for a moment. Did McGonagall know anything about muggle clothing? I had no idea. I told the Dursleys as much and Uncle Vernon went from red to purple in record time.

"What would happen if you didn't go?" asked Dudley suddenly.

"Voldemort," I still found it strange when they didn't flinch. "Would probably get very angry, try and destroy the ministry. Then he would most likely try and kill all muggles and muggle-borns."

The family gaped at me. Even when I tried to explain the measure of Tom Riddle's power, they still didn't understand. I huffed and gave up.

"I'll leave you to think on that." I said and went to leave.

"Harry,"

The use of my name made me whip round and gawp at Dudley, whom the sound had come from. Vernon and Petunia were also staring at their Diddykins in surprise. He shuffled his feet nervously.

"Make sure it doesn't happen?" he said timidly.

I nodded and patted his shoulder cautiously.

"'Course Dudley." I smiled at him, tentatively.

I slowly made my way back upstairs, thinking on my cousins change in behavior. Maybe the encounter with the dementors had knocked some sense into him. I opened Hedwigs cage and gave the the letter to McGonagall to her. Stroking her, I unlocked the window. She nibbled my ear affectionately and took off, gliding into the night. I wished that I could follow, leaving the Dursleys behind and soaring through the cool air. I sat down on the bed and picked up the photo of my parents on my bedside table. They noticed me watching and grinned. The picture was in black and white, but you could still see the fiery colour of my mothers hair. You could also just see the vibrancy of her green eyes, the eyes I had inherited. My dad ruffled his hair and pushed his glasses up his nose. I ran my thumb over the frame sadly.

I heard the doorbell and dashed downstairs to open it. There on the doorstep, was Tonks.

"Hey" I said surprised, not even noticing the Dursleys come into the hall behind me.

"Harry! McGonagall went to meet him and asked me to come get you instead." she grinned, hugging me.

"Who's this?" barked Uncle Vernon.

"Oh, um" I mumbled. "This is Nymphadora-"

"Don't call me Nymphadora" the witch growled, her hair changing from her favourite bubblegum pink to black.

I grinned at her.

"Let me finish then, you have a bad habit of doing that. Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be called Tonks." I finished. "Tonks, meet my aunt, uncle and cousin."

She beamed at them.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance."

The Dursleys had gone white when her hair had changed colour, but now they were backing away as if Tonks were contagious. Tonks was fiddling with her hair.

"I really don't think black suits me, but it always goes that colour when I get annoyed." She tapped her chin. "Brown?"

She screwed up her face in concentration and her hair lightened and became chocolate brown, shoulder length curls.

"Much better, don't you think?" she said, turning back to the Dursleys, but they had fled into the kitchen.

Her brown knitted in confusion as I tried not to laugh.

"What's wrong with them?"

I couldn't help but chortle at that, shaking my head at the fear that my relatives had of magic.

"I'm ready, but I need my wand." I said, making for the stairs, but pausing when an arm blocked me.

"I have mine, silly." Tonks rolled her eyes. "Accio Harry's wand."

A brown streak flew down the stairs. Thanks to years of playing seeker for Gryffindor, I managed to grab it, stopping it centimeters away from my nose.

"Thanks" I muttered, shoving it through my belt.

"Okay? Let's go!" cried Tonks happily. "Nice meeting you!" she yelled through the house, probably scaring the Dursleys halfway down the pristine garden.

Roaring with laughter, we left. we apparated to a deserted location in the middle of nowhere. McGonagall and a man I didn't recognise were waiting.

"See you later, Harry." Tonks winked and apparated away again.

I strode over to them.

"Honestly, I don't know why I sent Nymphadora, she's always late" sighed McGonagall. "We need to go if we're going to get to the ministry in time. Do you think the disguise is adequate?" She gestured to the unidentified man beside her.

"Do I not look like me?" Tom asked hopefully.

"Nothing like you" I confirmed. "Let's go."