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A Marriage Made	By : potterfanxp123 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Tonks Views: 61802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A Marriage Made

News of the attack on the Dursley's reached Harry's ears a couple of days after he was fully recovered from his uncle's parting gesture. Dumbledore had rarely been seen, and it was rumored that he had locked himself up in his office at Hogwarts, awaiting the Order meetings and his duties as Headmaster.

By the time he had awoken in the Hospital Wing the day after his run in with his uncle, all his injuries were healed, other than the occasional scar that had not scabbed over. He was distraught, if that were the word for it, over the fact that they had died because of Uncle Vernon and his magic-phobia. In all honesty, Harry didn't know what was worse, the fact that they were dead, or that he was finding it hard to care that they were dead.

He sat around at Grimmauld Place, now cleansed and repaired from every Wildfire Whizbangs that the illustrious headmaster thought to place down. Mrs. Weasley was at the stove, as she usually was when it came to matters of the kitchen, preparing a meal fit for the entire Order.

"Harry dear," the matron started him out of his stupor. Harry looked up to the woman, who was holding a spatula in one hand, her wand turning down the stove that was preparing the treacle tart.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley" he asked, wondering about the sultry tone that his all but adoptive mother was using.

"It is time you and I had a talk, about a few things that have been on my mind these recent weeks. Harry dear, the first thing I want to ask you are whether or not you are happy in your new marriage? Please, Harry dear, be completely honest."

Harry smiled at the woman. "At first, I was scared beyond belief, Mrs. Weasley. I was marrying a woman that I knew I had a crush on. She was someone that I could have come to love in my own time, and would have been perfectly content to wait to marry.

I'm terrified, Mrs. Weasley. I see you and Mr. Weasley, hear tales of my own parents, and then the tales of people like the Longbottom's, who were all equally powerful, and still maintained a marriage that lasted.

I'm scared that I won't be as good a husband to Tonks as Mr. Weasley is to you."

Molly Weasley was shocked. Thinking about what she had just heard, Molly looked to Harry, his scar the permanent fixture on his forehead, and said, "The first thing you must remember, Harry, is that marriage is built on trust. You must have an equal amount of trust between yourselves for your marriage to work, if at least for the first few years when you are both adjusting. After that time, you gain a sort of second knowledge about things.

Then, while there is trust, you have to have communication to make sure all is well. I know full well that a few days ago things were said to her that hurt her, and that you did cause, in some unfortunate way, the way for those hurts to occur. You talked, Harry dear, after she was willing to listen, you did not turn her away. For that, I am most proud.

How do you think she is taking the marriage?"

Harry stood up from the chair and ran his hand through his already messy black hair. "I don't know, I know that, at first, she was really upset with what happened. Now, it seems like she's just accepted the marriage as I have, that it's happened and there's nothing we can do to change that.

I... I think I love her, Mrs. Weasley. I know that she said the love would come if it was meant to... but I think that I love her. It's not about the fact that we can have sex whenever we want too, though to be completely honest, I do like that part, I... I want to so hold her close and let her know that everything will be all right, to walk down the street holding her hand and glaring at anyone that would even dare look her way, to let her know that I am willing to be her husband, if she'll be my wife. I don't mean in the physical relationship, but in the emotional, and mental aspects as well. Does that make sense?"

The woman smiled as if Christmas had come early. Nodding her head, she said, "It makes perfect sense, Harry dear. When Arthur and I got married, we forewent the traditional hand fasting in honor of doing the muggle binding as well. Coming from a pureblooded family, Arthur and I had no idea that there were so many separate laws concerning marriage and family.

But, we were the lucky ones, Harry dear. I was a pureblood from a very noble family. Maybe you've heard of them, the Prewett's?"

Harry nodded. It was common knowledge that the Prewett's were among some of the most loyal to the light side, and were all but wiped out when Lord Voldemort ordered the attack on their house in a raid.

It almost tore his heart out at the look of total anguish on the poor woman's face. He saw, if not heard, the tears that threatened to fall as she began telling him of a time when things were at their worst. As she started crying, neither she nor Harry noticed as Arthur and Tonks, who had just finished having this very conversation stepped towards the door.

"Fabian, he fought like a hero, standing up to Death Eaters as they entered the house, all from the Inner Circle. Gideon, he too fought like a hero. He took the entire upper floor, until he was cornered by two Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange. They backed him on down the stairs, gaining the best position available as he dodged curse after curse. What he didn't know was three other Inner Circle Death Eaters were fighting Fabian. I found out they were Igor Karkaroff, Barty Crouch Jr. and the spy from the Order, Peter Pettigrew.

It was horrible the day I found out they died, Harry. I was distraught for the entire day, locked up in my room. I had been married for few years, and you were just a babe. It was the day after you defeated You-Know-Who, Harry dear. Bill was in his seventh year, and Charlie his fifth. Percy, bless his soul, was only a baby himself, at four. The twins, who were two at the time, had not yet come back from pre-school, Ron and Ginny were... to my relief, at Luna Lovegood's house. Percy, he was the only one at home when I got the call, and I put him down, ran up to my room.

Arthur, the poor dear, came home immediately after I received word, and consoled me the best way he could. He turned the poor spot into the light. He told me of all the things I had yet to live for, and made me realize that maybe, just maybe it would be alright. After that, we used the rest of the family fortune to build the Burrow, as was written in the will.

Ever since that day our marriage has become one of trust, and we've grown even closer than we were before. We've also had more children than most families, but all that means is that my love of children is greater than most. What about her, can you tell me some things that you've learned about your wife... things that would help you if this situation ever arose?"

Harry nodded and smiled as he rubbed small circles in the older woman's backbone, soothing her and telling her it would be alright. At the door, Tonks wiped a tear from her eye as she saw, for the first time, the reason people flocked to him. She, herself, only got two reasons to this very question.

Arthur, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to go into the room and console his hurting wife. He too quivered at the part of the death of the Prewett brothers. Molly, he knew, still used the Prewett Vault from time to time, and was considered one of the, if not the single, now second most wealthiest woman in the wizarding world.

"Well, I guess it'd be clich�' to say that she's caring?"

Molly nodded and said, "now really, think about it Harry. If she were to come to you, one day, and say that little Ginny had been killed in a Death Eater raid. What would you do to console her while aching at the same time?"

Harry smiled and said, "I'd remind the both of us of all the good times we'd had with Ginny, and how she could make a happy memory out of anything."

Molly nodded, "memories are the best thing to work with. What else, how would you connect with your wife on the personal level?"

"Pictures, I guess. A pensieve to look at the memories, to relive them?"

She shook her head. "No, pictures are well and good, Harry dear. But, if you dwell on dreams, or the past, you forget to live."

Harry felt his eyes tear up at the small chide from the older woman. Then, as if having the best idea, said, "I'd make sure that Tonks and I went to her funeral to say our final "see you later".

Tonks gasped and looked towards Arthur. He had said the same thing to his wife, he had told her, all those years ago.

"Molly, it's time. Gideon, and Fabian, is dead in body. But... you have to remember Molly, that we've all got our family homes for when we are ready to go see them again. It's not "goodbye," it's "see you later".

As the woman again started crying, Arthur walked in the room and, with a look, told Harry that he had asked Tonks the same questions, and that she wanted to talk with him. Harry stood up, gave Mrs. Weasley a hug and said, "It will be alright, Mrs. Weasley, that boggart won't come true, not in the least. We'll make sure that you, your children and your children's children are safe."

Tonks nodded as she remembered the tale of Mrs. Weasley's run in with a Boggart. The older woman could not use the spell to make it go away, because the Boggart shifted so many times it was horrible. The woman saw Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George, and all of her other children, plus Harry and Hermione dead in their very own blood.

Tonks' heart went out to the matron of the Weasley family, a wife now herself, Tonks didn't have any idea what she would do if Harry were to die, and she was unable to marry due to ancient laws, especially if he died and she had no children.

She looked at Harry again, and back at Molly Weasley. Grasping his hand, Tonks said, "Harry, let's leave them in peace, shall we?"

Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley and nodded, telling the woman that they would be alright, hoping to himself that it was true, Harry swore he'd try is very best to make it so.

As they walked the silent corridors of Grimmauld Place, Harry looked to his wife as the cracking sobs echoed throughout the entire house. Placing his hand in hers Harry looked at his wife and said, "I guess we need to talk?"

She nodded. "About our future, we need to plan. I'm an auror, Harry, I just can't quit my job now that I'm married, we've got a war going on, but I also know that I'm married to you and that we need to spend time together. I've no idea what we're going to do.

And... and I need to know... need to see what your life has been like, to understand what has made you into the person you are now. Mr. Weasley was right... we need to talk... and I think that this would be the best way to."

Harry nodded his head in agreement. "Well, I guess the first thing we need to do is... talk about your job as an auror, right? I don't know, Dora. As far as I'm concerned, you should be able to continue working, I'll be in school this coming September. What I'm most worried about is how this will affect our lives. I mean, I know you have friends, and people that you work with, and I've got my own, which you mostly know. What will happen between the two of us? How will we work it out?"

Tonks shrugged. "I guess... since it was an arranged marriage, that the Headmaster and my parents will have something worked out. But... I'm not to sure I want the Headmaster involved with our affairs anymore, Harry."

Harry looked at the woman in contemplation before asking, "Why not?"

She sighed, recalling the tell that he'd missed out on, passed out.

The Headmaster was in his office as the charms protecting his hallway told him of Nymphadora Potter, who stood there, waiting for his permission to enter. He smiled, though for once his eyes missing the familiar twinkle, and called for her to come in.

The Headmaster smiled as she entered and, offering her the customary Lemon Drop, asked her if there was anything that he could help her with.

"Yes Headmaster, there is. I've seen first hand the way Harry is treated at his relative's house. I need to know what you plan on doing to these vile muggles. They, and those like them, are the reason we are fighting the war in the first place.

You know that he used to sleep in a cupboard? I've seen that cupboard, it's got enough room in it, just enough for a dog. It was small, and you have to remember, they had blankets, sheets, his clothes and other things in this cupboard.

I think you need to notify someone in the Auror's division, or someone in muggle relational services on these people."

The Headmaster sighed and looked at the worried and angry wife. "I cannot do that, Nymphadora. For reasons that are Harry's, and Harry's alone, I cannot risk him leaving that house before the allotted time. You, however, are more than able to leave if you cannot handle the situation. I made a blood oath, on my magic that I would not interfere with the way Harry has been treated.

She glared at the man and said, "I will fight you on this, Headmaster. He is my husband, not some little pawn you are able to move about whenever you feel the urge to screw with."

"I suggest you talk to Harry, Nymphadora. You will see, I am sure, a young man unwilling to leave his family to the horror's of the Death Eaters."

"And I see now, Headmaster Dumbledore, that you care nothing of your students as you state so longingly. I see, now, Headmaster, that you are nothing more than a hypocrite with your own agenda. My husband will be free of the Death Eaters."

The man sighed as if disappointed. "IF that is the way you want it, Nymphadora, I will adjust Harry's living arrangements to suit your needs, however, if you believe, as I do, that Harry needs protection, you will urge your husband to tell you why he is to stay there."

She glared, "I cannot be manipulated as my husband has been, as my mother and father have been. I am fully trained, and capable of, protecting and loving my husband, Headmaster. If you cannot see that, I pity you."

With that, she slammed shut his door.

"After that," she continued, "he ran out of his office as a large signal worried him. Soon after this occurred, I was forced to portkey here, without so much an explanation.

When we got the Daily Prophet yesterday, the Headmaster said, "all is lost because of your interference, Nymphadora, and I'm sure that your husband will see it as your betrayal."

Harry looked shocked as she turned her head away, as if in shame. She made to walk away before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. Her tears fell as she looked for a flicker of love in his eyes, finding nothing.

Suddenly, his lips met hers. She looked shocked, but soon returned his kiss with as much love as she could muster. When they parted, Harry had a gleam in his eyes. "My darling Dora, nothing could be further from the truth. You, and no one else as far as I know, have cared enough to tell the Headmaster and not take his verbal assault where he could see. I... I may not be certain of my feelings, growing up as I have, but I'm sure that in this instance, I love you is not enough.

The Headmaster has been interfering for far too long. You're not the only one that has noticed, I have too. I... I'm not sure what I'm going to do about him, Dora. He's... he's done so many things that have hurt me by his inaction, but yet.. He got you to marry me... forced it, yes... and manipulated it sure, but it happened."

She smiled and said, "Yes... his interference has accounted for one good thing."

Harry nodded, kissing her again, before a small knock at the door brought them out of their stupor. Mrs. Weasley had returned, and she was not alone.

Lord Voldemort looked over the scene at Westhaven Apartments with absolute spender. His glee, a mix of both anticipation and humor, only more increased as he realized that he'd see some bloodshed tonight.

Turning to Avery, Lord Voldemort gave the signal to begin the attack. Avery bowed his head and said, "When I say go, we attack. You know your attack formations. The Dark Lord has been gracious enough to allow me to command this tonight, in honor of his defeat of Harry Potter's blood protections. We know, My Lord, that the metamorphmagus is not here tonight, so please allow the chaos we are about to inflict upon these muggles be enough to satiate you."

Voldemort rubbed his hands in glee and nodded. Avery looked to his far left and said, "Attack! Base units move in at half pace. You are to kill anyone not in Death Eater attire. Initiates, you are to follow up and kill the men we leave behind! Rape and kill the women that are left, and take the children hostage, we will keep them as a tribute, and personal slaves for the Dark Lord.

A rallying cry awoke the people in the apartments as the base unit destroyed an entire wall with a cry of "reduction!"

Then, they moved in, the magic supporting the structure as they, one by one killed every muggle they caught.

Floor by floor, the cries of pain and torture increased as initiate after initiate entered the building, finding left men who had watched as their families were killed, women that had been tortured with pain, then with assault, and children, who watched it all with fear.

Bellatrix, who was the last to enter the building by her master's order, saw Draco, who was himself a new initiate, finish off his muggle woman and kill her without mercy. She was happy that her nephew had followed in her footsteps, and enjoyed the killing so.

After an hour, they made it up to the last floor of the building, locking all doors with a spell as they made it to each floor above. They stepped towards the final room, the room that used to house Nymphadora Tonks, now Potter, and destroyed the door with a single blast. Spreading fire on all the possession contained therein, they destroyed her identification, her licenses, and, most importantly, her life's value.

Two people, in particular, took special interest in the destruction of the room, Bellatrix Lestrange and Draco Malfoy. It was personal, it was a matter between families as far as they were concerned. As they destroyed the suit that still lay dormant, and the rest of her cloth possessions, Bellatrix and Draco smiled in victory as they realized, with no remorse, they had within them, the ability to hurt their family on the light.

No one noticed as the emergency activated portkey took Bellatrix and Draco to a Ministry Holding cell where they would stay until found, one week later, starved and dehydrated.

No one noticed, either, as the elevator lowered and stopped on the second floor, saving the one remaining muggle in the entire building.

No one noticed, as miles away, Harry Potter once again collapsed, holding his lightening shaped scar.
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