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AN- Ok, so Hannah (me) had this really crazy idea: What about a Tonks & Harry relationship? I never says anywhere exactly how old Tonks is. So here it is! In black and white, the beginning of the first (I think it's first anyway) Tonks and Harry story!!! *gasp* I hope that you like it.
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Dear Tonks,
Hey. How are you doing? Good, I hope. My summer has been... Well, to be honest has been awful. Although the Dursleys have been bearable. My Aunt Petunia even asked if I wanted seconds the other day! And Dudley is afraid that if he comes after me that he'll be attacked my dementors and Uncle Vernon does what Uncle Vernon does best; ignores me.
I am not in complete isolation though, Mrs. Figg invites me over for tea often. She even confided in me that one of her cats in a Kneazle. Which would explain a few things.
Well, you said just to write a few times a month to let you know how I am doing and I'm doing fine.
Hoping to hear from you soon!
~Harry
Harry survade the letter. It looked chatty and pretty much upbeat. That was a good thing, he didn't want to cause more worry than he already did.
In truth though, Harry was miserable. No matter what Dumbledore said Harry still felt that the death of Sirius was his own fault. Harry felt the familiar sting of tears and hastily blinked them back.
Hedwig flew in the room through the window, she hopped onto his desk and held out her leg for Harry to tie the letter to. He did so and said,
" Take this to Tonks, all right? And be careful." Hedwig hooted and flew out into the dark blue sky dotted with stars. Harry climbed into his bed and closed his bright green eyes and fell into a dream filled sleep.
Harry woke with a scream as he was yanked from his troubled dreams by an owl landing on his chest. Harry stared at the owl who stared back, Harry didn't recognize the owl at all. It was unlike any owl he had ever seen in his fifteen years of life. It had jet black feathers and almost neon blue eyes. In its beak it held a scroll. Harry hesitantly took it from the owl. He unfolded it and read:
Potter,
Professor Dumbledore informs me that it is essential that I continue teaching you Occlumency. So therefore I have arranged to meet you at Arabella Figg's place of residence on July sixth. Please be there at one O'clock sharp.
-Professor Severus Snape Potions Teacher
Harry stared at the letter in horror. Classes with Snape during the SUMMER?! Harry fumed for a few minutes until he saw the owl still waiting, apparently for a reply. Harry quickly scribbled down,
Professor,
Very well. I will be there at one O'clock tomorrow as planned.
-Harry Potter
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The next morning-July sixth-Harry woke late. He spent most of time the practicing making his mind blank in hopes Snape would believe that he had been practicing all along. Although, no one had ever said he should.
Harry wondered why Dumbledore wasn't going to teach him. Was he still afraid that he would see Voldemort looking back at him from Harry's eyes?
Slowly and unwillingly Harry got out of his warm bed and started getting dressed when he saw Hedwig fly onto the window with a letter on her leg. Harry hurried over and took the letter from her and opened it to see it was a letter from Tonks:
Dear Harry,
Nice try. "I'm doing fine?" I am not as stupid as I look. But let's pretend for a minute that you are doing fine.
I hear that today you are having lessons on Occlumency with Severus Snape. I have only met the man once before but he seems um... Well, to be frank; not very nice. Good luck. I may be able to get some time to come visit you while you are there. So keep your fingers crossed that I can.
I also wanted to talk to you. I know that this past school year was... Difficult. And I am afraid that I am going to have to make it more difficult. You see, Professor Dumbledore wants you to be trained to be a Metamorphmagus. He thinks that it will come in useful. So seeing as how I am the only Metamorphmagus you know I volunteered for the job. I hope that you are ok with this. I promise to be a nicer teacher than a certain professor of yours.
I had better go now, if I am going to be able to get away this afternoon. Hope to see you soon!
-Tonks
Harry read the letter and felt the tightness in his chest ease a bit. Lessons with Tonks would be a lot more fun than with Snape. He wished fervently that she would be able to get away and come visit him.
Harry then went and took a shower and ate breakfast/lunch and by that time it was time to go to Arrabella Figg's house to get lessons with a man who hated him for something his father had done over twenty years ago. And yet... Harry remembered the scene's he had seen in the Pensieve in Dumbledores office. And couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe Snape had a right to hate his father after all...
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AN- Well, what did you think? I hope that you liked it. But even if you didn't please review, I really want to become the best writer I can. Review and you get a fudge bar!!!
~Hannah~
AN- Ok, so Hannah (me) had this really crazy idea: What about a Tonks & Harry relationship? I never says anywhere exactly how old Tonks is. So here it is! In black and white, the beginning of the first (I think it's first anyway) Tonks and Harry story!!! *gasp* I hope that you like it.
@~!*!~@
Dear Tonks,
Hey. How are you doing? Good, I hope. My summer has been... Well, to be honest has been awful. Although the Dursleys have been bearable. My Aunt Petunia even asked if I wanted seconds the other day! And Dudley is afraid that if he comes after me that he'll be attacked my dementors and Uncle Vernon does what Uncle Vernon does best; ignores me.
I am not in complete isolation though, Mrs. Figg invites me over for tea often. She even confided in me that one of her cats in a Kneazle. Which would explain a few things.
Well, you said just to write a few times a month to let you know how I am doing and I'm doing fine.
Hoping to hear from you soon!
~Harry
Harry survade the letter. It looked chatty and pretty much upbeat. That was a good thing, he didn't want to cause more worry than he already did.
In truth though, Harry was miserable. No matter what Dumbledore said Harry still felt that the death of Sirius was his own fault. Harry felt the familiar sting of tears and hastily blinked them back.
Hedwig flew in the room through the window, she hopped onto his desk and held out her leg for Harry to tie the letter to. He did so and said,
" Take this to Tonks, all right? And be careful." Hedwig hooted and flew out into the dark blue sky dotted with stars. Harry climbed into his bed and closed his bright green eyes and fell into a dream filled sleep.
Harry woke with a scream as he was yanked from his troubled dreams by an owl landing on his chest. Harry stared at the owl who stared back, Harry didn't recognize the owl at all. It was unlike any owl he had ever seen in his fifteen years of life. It had jet black feathers and almost neon blue eyes. In its beak it held a scroll. Harry hesitantly took it from the owl. He unfolded it and read:
Potter,
Professor Dumbledore informs me that it is essential that I continue teaching you Occlumency. So therefore I have arranged to meet you at Arabella Figg's place of residence on July sixth. Please be there at one O'clock sharp.
-Professor Severus Snape Potions Teacher
Harry stared at the letter in horror. Classes with Snape during the SUMMER?! Harry fumed for a few minutes until he saw the owl still waiting, apparently for a reply. Harry quickly scribbled down,
Professor,
Very well. I will be there at one O'clock tomorrow as planned.
-Harry Potter
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The next morning-July sixth-Harry woke late. He spent most of time the practicing making his mind blank in hopes Snape would believe that he had been practicing all along. Although, no one had ever said he should.
Harry wondered why Dumbledore wasn't going to teach him. Was he still afraid that he would see Voldemort looking back at him from Harry's eyes?
Slowly and unwillingly Harry got out of his warm bed and started getting dressed when he saw Hedwig fly onto the window with a letter on her leg. Harry hurried over and took the letter from her and opened it to see it was a letter from Tonks:
Dear Harry,
Nice try. "I'm doing fine?" I am not as stupid as I look. But let's pretend for a minute that you are doing fine.
I hear that today you are having lessons on Occlumency with Severus Snape. I have only met the man once before but he seems um... Well, to be frank; not very nice. Good luck. I may be able to get some time to come visit you while you are there. So keep your fingers crossed that I can.
I also wanted to talk to you. I know that this past school year was... Difficult. And I am afraid that I am going to have to make it more difficult. You see, Professor Dumbledore wants you to be trained to be a Metamorphmagus. He thinks that it will come in useful. So seeing as how I am the only Metamorphmagus you know I volunteered for the job. I hope that you are ok with this. I promise to be a nicer teacher than a certain professor of yours.
I had better go now, if I am going to be able to get away this afternoon. Hope to see you soon!
-Tonks
Harry read the letter and felt the tightness in his chest ease a bit. Lessons with Tonks would be a lot more fun than with Snape. He wished fervently that she would be able to get away and come visit him.
Harry then went and took a shower and ate breakfast/lunch and by that time it was time to go to Arrabella Figg's house to get lessons with a man who hated him for something his father had done over twenty years ago. And yet... Harry remembered the scene's he had seen in the Pensieve in Dumbledores office. And couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe Snape had a right to hate his father after all...
@~!*!~@
AN- Well, what did you think? I hope that you liked it. But even if you didn't please review, I really want to become the best writer I can. Review and you get a fudge bar!!!
~Hannah~