He wasn't the last...
By Rinwethiel13
Summary: Sirius was supposedly the last of the Blacks, but what if he left us something, or someone to remember him by...through Nymphadora Tonks?
Author's Note: I know this might seem odd, but please pretend that Tonks and Sirius were never related and that Tonk's is a little older for the sake of this story...I'll try to make the characters as original as I can, but it will be a bit OOC, maybe even AU...who knows? Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! *Tear....
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Tonk's POV:
We've just finished saying goodbye to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Great kids they are, they'll do great things, even greater from what they've done now. Remus, Mad-Eye, and myself will be heading back to Grimmauld Place. There is still a lot to be done and prepared for, for the second war has begun.
"Should we Apparate from here then?" I asked.
"I suppose so," answered Moody, "like we have a choice."
"Today would've been a great day for flying, to bad it isn't cloudy," said Lupin.
"I agree," I said.
"All right then, one...two...three...," and we vanished to Grimmauld Place.
Later...
We were all sitting around the table in the basement kitchen, the only source of light was the fireplace, and some enchanted candles floating around. Remus, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, myself, and other members of the Order were all waiting for Dumbledore to arrive, to tell us what we were to do next. In the mean time, Kingsley began discussing what we should do with Kreacher. (For the time being, we always kept him in our sights and he now had a guard at all times.)
"Maybe we should put a memory charm on the little beast," squeaked Dedalus Diggle.
"Not," I said, "Now that Siriua is gone, he doesn't have a master. And no master means no one to serve. He could leave at any time, and that would be too dangerous. The enemy could find him now that they know he has been living with Sirius for the past year. There's too much information that could get out because of him. And even Memory charms can be broken." Mentioning Sirius hurt, and the sadness that had never left swelled up inside my throat. None of them knew the secret I held. I just hope Mad-Eye couldn't see it.
"I'd say we kill him," grumbled Moody, taking a swig from his hip flask, "he can't be trusted anymore. Come to think of it, I never really trusted him in the first place."
"Here, Here!" agreed many of the other witches and wizards as they raised their drinks. Remus on the other hand, remained silent, with his hands around his wine glass, and his head down.
"Remus?" I asked, "What do you think?" Slowly he raised his head, clearly being in a deep thought.
"Honestly, I have no idea, I think we should wait for Dumbledore, he'd know what to do," he said quietly.
"I agree," I said, and even though many of them wanted to get rid of the house elf now, one by one, the rest nodded in agreement. Kreacher, who we had tied, spoke up, which surprised us all.
"Oh, good sir, good, nice sir. He wouldn't hurt poor Kreacher. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black. He serves no one else," he said in a most disturbing way.
"I never said that Kreacher," Remus snapped, "after what you did to Sirius, after you sold him out, I could kill you with my bare hands." I could see the hatred in his eyes; he had been close with Sirius, he was one of the two best friends he had ever had, and now they were both gone. Under his breath, Kreacher mumbled,
"Nasty little wizard, pathetic scum, if only my mistress knew..."
"Oh shut up Kreacher!" shouted Kingsley, raising his wand and pointing it at him, "Silencio!" and Kreacher's voice was immediately extinguished.
Suddenly the door was pushed open, and in walked Severus Snape, his robes and greasy hair soaking wet. (It was raining outside.)
"I have just received word from Dumbledore, he will not be able to attend tonight. The ministry is insisting that he stay and help sort out the mess THEY have made, even though he argued against it," he told the Order, "he says that we will reschedule as soon as possible."
"All right, you heard him," Moody announced, "why don't you all just go home, and we'll contact you as soon as we can." Moody, Remus, and myself had volunteered to stay at the house and watch over things. Soon enough, everyone had cleared out, leaving the table cluttered with glasses and bottles, which Remus whipped away with a wave of his wand.
"Ah..." I said," I think I'll head up to bed, anything else need to be done?"
"No, you and Moody go get some rest, I'll stay up for a bit," Remus said quietly. He seemed to be acting odd lately, I mean more odd than usual. He was always quiet and kept to himself a lot. I just wish there was something I could do for him.
"All right, `night Remus," muttered Moody, as he got up and hobbled out of the room.
"Good night," I said softly as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his chest, resting my head on his chest. "I miss him too Moony," I whispered in his ear. I gave him one last hug, and walked up to my room. But I was stopped by Mad-Eye half way up the stairs.
"Can I have a word?" he grumbled.
"Sure..." I answered suspiciously.
"Tonks? Is there something your hiding?" he asked.
"Hiding? No...where'd you get an idea like that?" I asked nervously.
"You're pregnant..."
A/N: So did you like it? Was it horrible? Review! Encouragement is accepted! Along with Flames and Critisism! I don't care!! At the end of the next chapter, YOU will be able to pick what happens! You'll tell me what you want to happen, and I'll pick the best idea! I might even do it for later chapters! But I won't do it unless you review!
By Rinwethiel13
Summary: Sirius was supposedly the last of the Blacks, but what if he left us something, or someone to remember him by...through Nymphadora Tonks?
Author's Note: I know this might seem odd, but please pretend that Tonks and Sirius were never related and that Tonk's is a little older for the sake of this story...I'll try to make the characters as original as I can, but it will be a bit OOC, maybe even AU...who knows? Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! *Tear....
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Tonk's POV:
We've just finished saying goodbye to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Great kids they are, they'll do great things, even greater from what they've done now. Remus, Mad-Eye, and myself will be heading back to Grimmauld Place. There is still a lot to be done and prepared for, for the second war has begun.
"Should we Apparate from here then?" I asked.
"I suppose so," answered Moody, "like we have a choice."
"Today would've been a great day for flying, to bad it isn't cloudy," said Lupin.
"I agree," I said.
"All right then, one...two...three...," and we vanished to Grimmauld Place.
Later...
We were all sitting around the table in the basement kitchen, the only source of light was the fireplace, and some enchanted candles floating around. Remus, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, myself, and other members of the Order were all waiting for Dumbledore to arrive, to tell us what we were to do next. In the mean time, Kingsley began discussing what we should do with Kreacher. (For the time being, we always kept him in our sights and he now had a guard at all times.)
"Maybe we should put a memory charm on the little beast," squeaked Dedalus Diggle.
"Not," I said, "Now that Siriua is gone, he doesn't have a master. And no master means no one to serve. He could leave at any time, and that would be too dangerous. The enemy could find him now that they know he has been living with Sirius for the past year. There's too much information that could get out because of him. And even Memory charms can be broken." Mentioning Sirius hurt, and the sadness that had never left swelled up inside my throat. None of them knew the secret I held. I just hope Mad-Eye couldn't see it.
"I'd say we kill him," grumbled Moody, taking a swig from his hip flask, "he can't be trusted anymore. Come to think of it, I never really trusted him in the first place."
"Here, Here!" agreed many of the other witches and wizards as they raised their drinks. Remus on the other hand, remained silent, with his hands around his wine glass, and his head down.
"Remus?" I asked, "What do you think?" Slowly he raised his head, clearly being in a deep thought.
"Honestly, I have no idea, I think we should wait for Dumbledore, he'd know what to do," he said quietly.
"I agree," I said, and even though many of them wanted to get rid of the house elf now, one by one, the rest nodded in agreement. Kreacher, who we had tied, spoke up, which surprised us all.
"Oh, good sir, good, nice sir. He wouldn't hurt poor Kreacher. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black. He serves no one else," he said in a most disturbing way.
"I never said that Kreacher," Remus snapped, "after what you did to Sirius, after you sold him out, I could kill you with my bare hands." I could see the hatred in his eyes; he had been close with Sirius, he was one of the two best friends he had ever had, and now they were both gone. Under his breath, Kreacher mumbled,
"Nasty little wizard, pathetic scum, if only my mistress knew..."
"Oh shut up Kreacher!" shouted Kingsley, raising his wand and pointing it at him, "Silencio!" and Kreacher's voice was immediately extinguished.
Suddenly the door was pushed open, and in walked Severus Snape, his robes and greasy hair soaking wet. (It was raining outside.)
"I have just received word from Dumbledore, he will not be able to attend tonight. The ministry is insisting that he stay and help sort out the mess THEY have made, even though he argued against it," he told the Order, "he says that we will reschedule as soon as possible."
"All right, you heard him," Moody announced, "why don't you all just go home, and we'll contact you as soon as we can." Moody, Remus, and myself had volunteered to stay at the house and watch over things. Soon enough, everyone had cleared out, leaving the table cluttered with glasses and bottles, which Remus whipped away with a wave of his wand.
"Ah..." I said," I think I'll head up to bed, anything else need to be done?"
"No, you and Moody go get some rest, I'll stay up for a bit," Remus said quietly. He seemed to be acting odd lately, I mean more odd than usual. He was always quiet and kept to himself a lot. I just wish there was something I could do for him.
"All right, `night Remus," muttered Moody, as he got up and hobbled out of the room.
"Good night," I said softly as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his chest, resting my head on his chest. "I miss him too Moony," I whispered in his ear. I gave him one last hug, and walked up to my room. But I was stopped by Mad-Eye half way up the stairs.
"Can I have a word?" he grumbled.
"Sure..." I answered suspiciously.
"Tonks? Is there something your hiding?" he asked.
"Hiding? No...where'd you get an idea like that?" I asked nervously.
"You're pregnant..."
A/N: So did you like it? Was it horrible? Review! Encouragement is accepted! Along with Flames and Critisism! I don't care!! At the end of the next chapter, YOU will be able to pick what happens! You'll tell me what you want to happen, and I'll pick the best idea! I might even do it for later chapters! But I won't do it unless you review!