A/N: So I had this nice plan of my next chapters and what to include from the book when, of course, it got deleted. I had to redo it and then I had tons of schoolwork and tests. So, sorry for the wait. Also, I put in the first part of this chapter due to the fact that some people raise complaints against Tonks in the fact that she was depressed just over a break-up. So, I thought to give you my opinion on all the factors that made Tonks depressed.

Tonks's POV

I didn't want to get out of bed this morning, or any morning. I had come to work, but then I had stopped. I also avoided Order meetings. My typical day included sleeping until I'm hungry, and eating until I'm tired.

Mad-Eye came to check on me one day. I heard a knock at my door.

"Go away," I muttered.

"Tonks, let me in." I heard Mad-Eye growl.

"It's unlocked," I said, putting a pillow over my head. I heard Mad-Eye come in and sit down at a nearby chair.

"Well, what's wrong?" I uncovered my face and sat up. Mad-Eye snorted. "Tonks, you look like death warmed over."

I frowned, but Mad-Eye continued. "So, I see your hair seems to match someone's." I glanced in the mirror, and flinched. I had huge shadows under my eyes, and my hair looked like a rat's nest. It was mousy brown, my natural color. In fact, my face was completely natural, for a change. I realized, with a pang, that my hair color was similar to Re—his.

"It's my natural color." I said, grabbing a brush.

"I am upset with you, Tonks. All of this over some guy?" said Mad-Eye, snorting.

I glared at Mad-Eye. "For your information, all of this wasn't over some guy. It was the fact that my life fell apart in a week. My cousin died. I was battling the urchin who did it. If I had just stopped her before she hit me, I could have prevented it! Then, my one friend who I'd thought would be there for me decided to leave. He chose precisely the wrong moment to rip out my heart, which was already hanging loose. At work, things are awful. People keep bothering me, but the one thing they don't do is apologize. Apologize for everything that they said this year. Some people still think that Sirius is guilty! Well, I've had it!"

I resumed brushing out my hair. Mad-Eye frowned, thinking. "Talk to Molly, she'll help." He got up to go, and then paused. "Oh, and he's going to work undercover with the werewolves, so you don't have to worry about seeing him in meetings." Mad-Eye left. I glanced at the clock. It was really late, but I felt like I had to talk to Molly. She'll know what to do. I put some stuff on to erase the shadows under my eyes, and got dressed. Grabbing my wand, I hurriedly went to the Burrow.

Molly was just cleaning up as I came in. "Oh, Tonks, dear. I'm glad to see you. What can I do for you?"

I sat down. "I just need someone to talk to." Molly made me a large mug of tea and sat down across from me.

We talked into the wee hours of the morning. Molly gave me some good advice, and said that I should start up my normal routine again. I did feel a little bit better. I was worried that I was making Molly stay up late, but she said that she was waiting for Arthur. We were discussing the Ministry, and how annoying it was, when company arrived.

Molly went over to the door. "Who's there? Declare yourself!"

"It is I, Dumbledore, bringing Harry."

Molly opened the door to let Dumbledore in. "Harry, dear! Gracious, Albus, you gave me a fright, you said not to expect you before morning!"

"We were lucky. Slughorn proved much more persuadable than I had expected. Harry's doing, of course. Ah, hello, Nymphadora!"

Well, I hadn't expected Dumbledore not to notice me. I felt bad for skipping Order meetings.

"Hello, Professor. Wotcher Harry."

"Hi, Tonks."

I decided it was time to go. "I'd better be off. Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Molly."

"Please don't leave on my account. I cannot stay, I have urgent matters to discuss with Rufus Scrimgeour." Dumbledore said.

I didn't meet his eyes, as I replied, "No, no, I need to get going. 'Night—"

"Dear, why not come to dinner at the weekend, Remus and Mad-Eye are coming—"

"No, really, Molly . . . thanks anyway . . . Good night, everyone." I left and went to go back home.