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I realize the story takes place in 1995, but I am using songs from NOW. Don't yell at me! Songs are a lot better now! Haha!

The song by Gwen Stefani is NOT mine! The lyrics are only in it for effect and understanding!

Chapter 2

He's Always there

Tonk's Point of View

One month Later

How exactly he memorized my schedule of when I come down here I will never really know. How for a month at random moments he took Harry's invisibility cloak without him noticing to watch me I will also never know.

Why I love the fact that I know he watches me dance is driving me to the point of insanity.

We kept our dignity in front of other people, but when no one else was around, our relationship was hideous. He clams he can't love me and can't be with me, but he sneaks around everyday when he can to watch me dance? That's what kills me more than anything.

He thinks I can't feel him, that I don't sense him. But I can feel his shadow. I always know when he walks into the dance studio to watch me under the safety of the cloak. If he wished to kill me, I'll kill him right back.

I perform all my lyrical numbers when he's there. A cross between modern and ballet that acts out a song's words hurts me and him. I put the depressing music on, and I dance my hurt to him.

I started dancing when I was two. As my personality developed, dance seemed a sport that didn't match it. So, as I got older, I hid it more and more even as my love for it grew. And then I met Remus, and he broke my heart.

I'm not a girl that mopes around over guys, but over him it was different. I don't care what he says that he's older and poor and a werewolf. I don't bloody well care. We're meant to be.

But he won't find out my other secret. He will never find out about the FREEDOM Dance Company. Freedom was a dance team for of age female wizards. But it wasn't a normal dance team that just went to competitions. It fought of rights of Wizarding creatures; including werewolves.

The team sponsored and preformed at benefits from the rights of these creatures. And, in a few months, we're performing at an anti-benefit, a benefit against half-breeds. We're performing to change their opinions. And the head of the anti-benefit is none other than Dolores Umbridge. She knew we were performing and even gave us permission to the floor, convinced their views will not be changed. Does she know I'm in charge? No.

Possibility of losing my jog; high. Possibility of success; low. What am I waiting for?

Remus broke my heart in two, and I'm the head coordinator of the Freedom dance team fighting for his rights. Ironic huh?

But, there are more secrets he'll never find out. I look at the clock; it's 5 p.m. I have practice at the Freedom Head quarters center for three hours now, and an hour of teaching to do.

I hope he follows me.

XOXOXOXO

I'm a genius. Remus did follow me, and what a sight he is beholding now as I walk through the doors of Freedom Head Quarters. I greet the woman at the desk and walk through the lobby doors to the kid's area.

Play areas and a fake outside of trees and fun rooms are all around me. An athletic area and sitting rooms catch my sight as I reached the stairs. And everything, as it always is; is filled of children.

Freedom Head Quarters is an orphanage; an orphanage for lost, orphaned half-breeds. As I walk the stairs to the many dance studios on the second floor, my first class waits for me.

I am pummeled into a dog pile of five year olds; literally. The class I teach is a class for ballet, jazz and lyrical level one werewolves. The full moon is a few days away, their young eyes all shine yellow. Remus knows. I hear him gasp slightly from behind me under Harry's cloak. I have to ignore him. I have to.

"Alright, alright! Get off Miss T!" My fellow freedom dancer and best friend Modesta cries to the giggling girls hugging me. She takes my hand and pulls me up. Her long dark hair is not yet pulled into a bun for our practice an hour later.

"Get into class and warm up!" I tell the young girls. "Mode, how are you?" she shrugged. Her first son had been bitten at a young and tender age of two and died transforming at age three just a few months ago. The attacker was the infamous (in a terrible way) Greyback.

"I'm alright." She said smiling. She was my age and shy, but we were best friends, and the lead choreographers of Freedom. No one asks twice why she is a member. Her specialty is Tap and Hip Hop. Mine is Lyrical and Jazz. Together, we run Freedom dance team.

"Who else is here?"

"Jira, Azuka, Tristessa and Aislin. Watch out for Jira. She's out for blood. Literally." Jira was the only Vampire and half-human of the group. She laughed as I shook my head and walked into the smaller of the three dance rooms to stretch with the others. I walked into my class of girls.

Remus followed. I heard him sit down in front of the large floor to ceiling mirror.

"Ok, girls! Jazz for a half hour today and fifteen of ballet and lyrical. It's close to the moon you girls need to stretch well and move. The girls stood up and spread out throughout the room as I led them through a jazz warm up.

I put on some loud Weird Sisters music and set to work.

I put my hands on my hips and pointed my foot out in front of me. And back again. After the foot warm up, I dropped my hands to my sides and started shaking my hips back and forth to the fast beat of the music that I lived my life by. I saw of the girls struggling to keep up with the beat, and mentally cut the music beats in half and moved my hips in half time for them to keep up.

I had to torture Remus a little bit. I was doing a good job of it too.

"Leaps across the floor!" Uproar of cheers came with it and the girls lined up near the back wall. I put my wand on the center of the room on the ground. "Skip then leap over my wand and skip to the other side of the wall! 5-6-7-8!" The first girl started skipping, and a group of three girls went to fast right behind her and the all ran into each other.

"AwhOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" One howled.

"THAT HURT!" Another yelled.

"YOU ARE STUPID!" One screamed at another girl who then burst into tears at being insulted. I ran to turn of the music and I could almost feel Remus's heart rate rising at the scene before him. A fight broke out, and in about two seconds, the same girl was howling and throwing her arms all over the place, the girl that was sobbing was sitting cross-legged on the floor crying, and the other tow devils were the fighters.

"STOP IT!" I screamed breaking the two girls up. "Carly, we do not call others stupid and we do not start fights. Heloise, you do not join in fights. Inez, you can not cry every time you are insulted. And for god's sake Tala, no howling UNTILL the full moon."

"I like to sing!" She said smiling at me.

"And you have a LOVELY singing voice, just save it for the moon." All the girls nodded at me. I blew my breath out, my brown curly bangs lifting at my breath.

"Why isn't your hair pink?" one little girl named Myrilla asked me. "I thought you were a meta, metamorgs, metado, meta-meta, metapo,"

"It's metafoggious!" Tala said with a bright smile felling smart with her thinking she knew how to pronounce my rare gift.

"Close enough," I laughed at her. "Sometimes my powers don't work, like when I'm sad,"

"Are you sad now?" Carly asked sitting in my lap, her compassionate face looking up at me. "Is it what I did? I didn't mean to call Inez stupid… I'm sorry Inez, I won't do it again. I promise."

"It's ok." The girl said. She reached over and hugged her friend in my lap and Carly hugged her back.

"No, it's not because of what you said and it was nice that you said you were sorry. My feelings are just a little hurt right now, that's all. I'll be ok." I moved on to stretch the girls for the full moon. "Do you girls still have your splits?" When you're young, flexibility comes easy, and if you stretch it out, you can keep it. They all nodded to me. Keeping them all flexible made their transformations not as painful.

We stretched well for another fifteen minutes. I know it doesn't make it painless, but it helps. That's all I want to do; help.

Sometimes it's not enough.

The class ended a half hour later, my mood not the best. I acted fine for the girls. And Remus knew that. He was just always there. I don't know if I wanted him to be or not.

Well, he could watch our company practice for three hours. Jazz was first, and once again I would lead warm-ups. I could get my anger out then.

Hey Tonks, you alright?' Jira asked me as I slammed my music into the stereo.

"I'm fine," I said as I moved of the front of the large room that held the twenty freedom dance team members, the music started, and three long hours with Remus watching my every move started.

Let the torture begin.

I shook my hips like a mad woman when the music started to get our bodies warm. I then slid into a lunge and the room followed. We did a low lunge on both legs, and I stood up, and I could feel Remus's eyes following mine. I paused as I could feel us making eye contact. I froze for a moment.

I dropped down into a perfect center split with my chest on the floor. I flipped over and did a slow fan kick with my legs and the room followed suit. I moved back to the cent split and sat up from the split and moved my shoulders forward one by one bringing myself lower and lower to the floor very slowly to stretch out the lower back

I know… I'm evil.

After a few more minutes of stretching, we transitioned for the company number. The company number is where the whole group dances. And the particular one we were practicing today, was the anit-beneifit one.

"Why are we using a muggle song again?" Jira asked me.

"To tick of Unbridge….music on! 5-6-7-8-!" The words to "What Ya Waiting For" by Gwen Stefani blared through the stereo. We all moved to the side of the walls for the slow walk in entrance.

I landed in a lunge, the music picked up, and spun into action. And for the first time as I listened to the song as I danced, I saw my life pass by before my eyes.

Three turns lift the right leg fall to the ground. Leap, turn cross the legs over and under of each other, turn land in a lunge. Each girl had at least a small solo, I mentally prepared for mine on the lyrics, "Born to blossom bloom to parish," then Mode had her bit, then it went back to me for "I know it's all messed up how our society all think, life is short you're capable." I was pleased that was my part.

The exhilarating number went on, and by the time it was done, we couldn't breathe. Why had I choreographed it to be that hard? For practice we preformed it three more times, and then we just fell to the floor laughing from inevitable death.

"When are we going to talk about lyrical solo? The one nominated girl who gets to pick the song and perform at all the conventions and competitions and represent us?" Tristessa asked.

"Tonks." They all laughed at the same time. my eyes flew open.

"You want me to do lyrical solo?" I asked shocked. A professional witch ballet instructor choreographed one girl's lyrical solo for each competing group. And they elected ME to represent them?

"YES!" they all yelled.

"Next topic?" Modesta asked sitting up laughing. Her bright wedding and engagement rings sparkled in the bright overhead light of the room. I felt my gut sink in a second and my body instantly felt like a black hole. The other women were standing up talking and I walked over to where my friend was getting a drink of water.

"hey can you all run tap net? I'm not in the tap piece and you know how behind I get on paper work. This next convention is big." I wasn't going to have Remus find out about the anti-benefit.

"I know, you know it means a lot to me. Sure, we can do that. You go catch up on your paper work. I'll keep everyone here in order. See you in an hour?" I nodded and let the room, Remus following me like a shadow.

I felt him follow me into the dance studio office, and strange shivers went up my back in the dark room. Papers were all over the desk, and costume books were sprawled all over. I looked at them and the apparently empty chair next to me that I knew was occupied. I looked at pictures of the company with our classes (we were all instructors) and I caught my moving picture with the werewolf children. I lifted the picture and looked at their smiling faces. So young and so innocent, but so alone.

I broke down into tears.

The world had changed forever. There were enemies again and hate and war. A war that I was fighting in. My dreams were turning. I heard the sound of a young child crying downstairs and wind pick up outside and I saw the pink setting sun. Leaves turning from green to gold twirled and tumbled around the outside of the window of my haven as I watched the years go by.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I leaned my head against it and let my tears fall as the seasons seemed to change before my eyes. I felt the grip on my shoulder tighten for a moment, and I longed to hold him closer from an unnatural cold that seemed to possess me.

Then, the touch was gone, and I heard him leave through the door. I looked around me trying to find something, someone maybe. I cuddled up to myself and cried. I never cried like this. I was stronger than this! But, I guess sometimes, tears are the only thing to comfort us. I would be alright. I knew I would be alright. I just needed to cry.

I cried for the war, I cried for my family, I cried for the Order, I cried for my ten students, I cried for Remus and I cried for the passing years.