Dear M.E.M.

I'm so excited that you've agreed to take me on, and I'd like to tell you how excited I was once I found out who you are (there wasn't much time yesterday, considering the turn of events!). You were my idol as a child! It's such a privilege to be working with someone so experienced and so celebrated!

I'd also like to apologise again for spilling Butterbeer over your robes - I hope it comes out in the wash! I'm afraid (as you must have noticed) that I am rather clumsy. But I'm sure you can stamp that out of me!

Anyway, thank you for the briefing - I'm very clear on what to expect from this year now. And the interruption was a bit alarming (I take it you weren't expecting it?), but it was brilliant to get some field experience, and I hope I proved myself to you and showed you that I'm worth taking on. It was scary to start with, but strangely enough I loved every minute of it - it showed me that fighting Dark wizards is what I want to do with the rest of my life.

Looking forward to seeing you again,

N.T. (see, I'm learning! Nobody would know a thing if this got intercepted!)

Pinky:

Yeah, you're a bloody genius. You did manage to find me, though, so there's that. See here, there's nothing glamorous or noteworthy about bein' an Auror. You've been hired to do your job, and do it well. I catch you trying to get your picture taken with me again and you'll be out on your butt faster'n a bowtruckle can bite.

You may be a mite clumsy, but even I have to admit that I'd likely be missin' my other eye if it weren't for your quick thinking in the pub. Your Reducto's not half-bad, either, even when you were fallin' all over yourself while you fired it off. When it comes down to it, I need a partner that's going to spell first and ask questions later, and you proved that you're more'n capable for an eighteen-year-old. And don't concern yourself with the robes; it's the Ministry that's payin' for 'em.

Now, enough of that emotional nonsense. You-Know-Who (the boy, not the man) will be leaving home to attend school in a matter of weeks. It's our job to make sure nothing happens to him between point A and point B. There's some who'd say he's in no danger; me, I think he's got a target on his back sure as Dumbledore likes candy.

I need you to scope out any potential dangers along the route from his home to the train station. Look for abandoned buildings, hidden alleyways, sections of road where we might be blind. I expect your full report in a week, you hear?

This letter and the mouse that brought it will vanish in three minutes.

CONSTANT VIGILANCE.

A.M.

A/N: Cheers to WeasleySeeker, as her letter for this chapter made me laugh out loud. She writes Tonks well, don't you agree? If you liked this story, please pop on over to her page to let her know too! We're not JK Rowling, and if we could make money from fanfiction, I'm pretty sure we'd both be living in a replica Hogwarts Castle.