Name: Cepheus Tonks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Timeline: 1994-1998
Summary: MC reborn as the younger brother of Nymphadora Tonks, two years ahead of Harry Potter.
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September 1994: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Walking through the halls of Hogwarts, I sigh in content. Even being here, in this.. Magical new world, for 17 years, hasn't made me used to this fact. The fact that I died, and that I was reborn. As a Wizard, at that. In the Magical World of Harry Potter.
Cepheus Tonks. The son of Andromeda and Edward Tonks, and the younger brother of Nymphadora Tonks. Cepheus, named after the father of Andromeda from Greek Mythology.
I'm at least glad that my name isn't as bad as Nymphadora. Merlin, it makes me wonder what mum was smoking when she named her.
My childhood, all 11 years of it, were spent in trying to get used to the fact that I'm a new person now. It also helped me get used to my new family. Mum and I were close, definitely closer than dad and I. I was also close to Dora, my older sister, but she always tried to baby me despite my age.
The rest of these years were spent in Hogwarts, learning Magic!
Hearing something, I turn towards the corridor I just passed, and stop, seeing the annoying sight of my cousin, and a small kid being held by his two sycophants.
"Malfoy!" I shout into the corridor, as I start walking in.
Malfoy and his cronies startle, hearing the voice, and they look at me. Malfoy scowls, and asks, "What do you want, Tonks?"
That's my sister actually. I'm just Cepheus.
I frown at him, and turn towards the kid they had held. I then blink, recognising the face.
I then pull Malfoy towards me by the collar of his robe, push him towards the opening of the corridor, and say, "Scram. I'm telling Flitwick about this incident, and you should expect a detention or two." I then glance towards the two other bullies, Crabbe and Goyle, and say, "You two want an invitation or something? Get goong."
"You'll pay for this, Tonks! My father will hear about this." Malfoy says, as he starts walking away after glaring at me.
I scoff, and say, "Like I give a whiff about what your daddy says, Malfoy. Tell Aunt Cissy I said hi, won't you?" As he goes out of sight, I mumble, "Bloody wanker." And then look at the kid they were bullying, who was now sitting on the ground, glasses broken, and blood spilling from the lips.
Frowning, I say, "You alright, Potter?"
Harry James Potter. The son of James and Lily Potter, and someone whom I've only seen walking around the school, doing his yearly quests and all. If I remember the original books right, this year is supposed to be the Triwizard Tournament or something.
Harry startles, not having paid attention, and then looks up at me. He wipes his eyes, and his bloody lips, and says, "Yeah. Nothing I'm not used to."
I sigh, and sit down in front of him. Waving my wand, I cast the Reparo spell at his glasses, and say, "The point is.. you didn't have to get used to it. Come on, while I can fix that split lip in a jiffy, it's better that Madam Pomfrey looks you over."
"No.. I'm fine!" Harry hurriedly says, as he starts standing up. "Really, thank you for the.. glasses, but I'll be fine."
I shrug, and say, "Suit yourself. But I will be reporting this incident to Professor Flitwick, just so you know. So both he and I will expect you to go to Pomfrey immediately. And if Flitwick knows, be sure that McGonnagal will know too."
Harry nods, gathers his bag from where it had fallen, and leaves the same way Draco went. Sighing, I get up and return to my patrolling. Perils of being a Sixth Year Prefect, I suppose. Ravenclaw House, if it wasn't already apparent.
It was still half an hour until Curfew, which means I can still cover my grounds and go to Flitwick to report this.
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"The Champion of Hogwarts is… Cepheus Tonks!" Dumbledore says, and I smile wide, as the Ravenclaw table bursts into the loudest cheers. Getting pats on my back from my friends, and those around me, I wave my hand up, and jog towards Dumbledore.
He hands me the chit with my name, that had just chosen me to be the Champion of Hogwarts, and points me towards the Antechamber.
I don't remember much about the books at this point, only what is supposed to happen every year. But when Dumbledore had shown us the Goblet of Fire yesterday, and announced the Triwizard Tournament, I was sure that I was going to try to enter it.
I was 17, have been for a few months now, and I had already informed Mum and Dad that I was going to enter. Dora, my sister, even sent me a howler, filled with encouraging words. Yeah, it was annoying, if endearing.
And, I also remember what's supposed to happen next.
Exchanging a greeting with Krum and Delacour, who is admittedly gorgeous, I wait for pandemonium to begin. When a terrified Harry enters, followed by the two Ministry officials, Ludovic Bagman and Bartemius Crouch, and then followed by the three Headmasters, who themselves were accompanied by Professors Snape, McGonnagal, and Flitwick.
I just softly chuckle and shake my head, seeing everyone argue over if Harry entered himself or not, or if Harry is allowed to participate along with me, without even asking him.
But in the end, everyone is forced to agree that Harry will be forced to compete in the Triwizard Tournament.
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"I believe you." I say, catching Harry sulking in the Library one day.
No one amongst the students had initially believed that Harry hadn't actually entered himself, and that he was once again being an attention whore, as Snape put it during the Potions lessons one day.
At least now, some people did believe him. I've only seen Neville and Hermione argue with other people over it, so at least those two believe him. Ron Weasley.. hadn't believed him.
Harry looks up, a tired look on his face, and says, "Just go away. You're not the first person to try and seduce Harry Potter by saying they believe him."
"Okay, first of all. Ew, you're literally a child. Too young for me. Second of all, ew. We're related." I say, with a grossed out look on my face.
Even if I was attracted to men, it would have been men. And 14 year old boys don't count. 14 year old anything don't count. Even when I was 14 I didn't feel comfortable with it, and now that I'm 17.. nope.
"We're related?" Harry asks, his eyes showing the excitement that his face was trying to hide.
Scoffing, I say, "Half this school is related to one another. Purebloods.. they love to intermarry. Draco and my mothers are sisters. Your friend Weasley, his grandmother was the sister to Longbottom's grandmother, before she was blasted off the family. So yeah, while we are related, it isn't too close of a relation."
"How?" Harry whispers.
I shrug and say, "Your grandmother, Dorea Black, was the sister to my mother's grandfather, Pollux Black. Another of their siblings is still alive too. Cassiopeia Black. But she's.. Merlin knows where."
"Why wasn't I with any of you then? If I have so many relatives?" Harry asks, a bit furious.
I look at him, and ask, "Do I look like a Government official? I just know we're related because my mother likes to tell stories about her family history. And I remember your father and his friend Black visiting us when I was a toddler."
"Black.. were Sirius.. Black and your mother related? Is Sirius Black related to me?" Harry asks rapidly, barely correcting himself before he could reveal the fact that he knows Sirius on a first name basis.
I nod, and say, "Sirius and my mum are cousins. His mother and my mum's dad were siblings. Funnily enough, his dad and his mum were cousins too. As I said, Pureblood families are all interrelated. They had something in common too, they were both banished from the family for siding against the Dark wanker."
Seeing Harry begin to ask a few more questions, I raise my hand to stop it, and say, "Look, I did not come here to feed your thirst for knowledge about your family. I suggest either looking for books in the Library, since it is a Library, or you can directly send a letter to my mum. She knew your parents, she must have the answers to all your questions. As for why I did come here, the tournament is a dangerous one. People have died in them, by the dozens in the last one. So.. I suggest learning some spells, practicing them, and getting hella good at dodging. I am aiming to win this tournament, but not at the expense of someone else dying. Capiche?"
Harry nods, a bit disheartened at first, but then smiles later. I then say, "Well, good luck in your quest, young Potter. I need to go and research the tournament, if you don't mind. So.. toodles."
If I remember correctly, the one who actually was selected as the Champion in the books, Cedric Diggory, had died during the last task. I bloody hope it doesn't happen to me. Now, if only I remember who had managed to put the kid's name in the Goblet.
Really should have focused on remembering the culprit too, but what can I do? It has been 19 years since I last read the books.
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A/N: Annd done! MC's name is Cepheus Tonks, the younger sibling of Nymphadora Tonks. He's a ravenclaw, and is a Prefect. He's a good wizard, as shown by how the Goblet deemed him a suitable champion, but he isn't too strong.
The goal of this fic was to set MC up as a Mentor to Harry, an older brother figure. Nymphadora could be the older sister figure, while Andromeda takes over as a Pseudo mom.
I love Molly, but she's.. naive. She didn't do anything when the twins and Ron told her about the bars on his window, and she didn't do anything when Harry looked barely fed. She loves him, no doubt there, but she's too trusting over the reassurances Dumbledore gave her.
Just a oneshot, and if anyone wants to take it over, feel free! Bashing is not required, but knowing you lot, you'd prefer the Weasleys and Dumbledore at least to be bashed lol.
Thank you!