Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Wotcher, Stranger	By : UmiTamasiiBetsuri Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 3530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Stronger
- 2-Life Away From Home Pt 1
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters or other affiliates of Harry Potter, they are property of J.K. Rowling. If I did then none of my favourite characters would have died and Tonks would be the main character and be very gay.

�� dialogue

Bold Italic - song lyrics

Italic - Flashback

~�~ - thoughts

Underline - a stressed point

Tonks ran her fingers through her spikey black hair and sighed. She cast her eye around the parlour of her new flat. The walls were a neutral off-white colour and the wooden floor was a little worn in, but nothing too awful. Tonks stepped inside a little further, her footsteps echoing in the empty room. It was pretty small, longer than it was wide. There was a door leading out to a small gallery at the opposite end of the room. Just to the right of that the wall went into a small nook area, probably for a private telephone area. On her left there was a Dutch door leading into the kitchen and breakfast nook. On her right there was a regular door leading into a narrow hallway that cut off where the phone niche was. There were four doors there, three for the three small bedrooms and one for the tiny toilet. All of the rooms had the same off-white walls and worn in wooden floors except the bathroom, which had white and lilac checked linoleum for sanitary reasons. Tonks pushed her way into the kitchen. There was a large window over the sink, facing out to the small parking space for restaurant goers. The counters and cupboards were in a warm oak wood and the bottom counters had small pink hearts etched into the doors and drawers. The top of the counters was also in the same light baby pink colour. The sink was white and made of porcelain by the look of it. The look of the kitchen made Tonks think that the owner of these apartments had attempted to recreate a warm country feel. She snorted and hopped up onto the counter and sat down. The kitchen was a little bit larger than the parlour. ~I don�t know when I�ll be able to buy furniture,~ Tonks thought, ~I�ll need to find a flatmate if I expect to pay the rent and keep living here.~ Finding a good flat in London didn�t come cheap. She sighed. For the past few months she�d been bunking with a friend and her boyfriend so she could leave home sooner. ~I�m never living with a sexually active couple again.~

�Well I�m going to bed now, I�ve gotta work early tomorrow.� Tonks got up and set her just finished report on the table and waved goodnight to the couple sitting on the couch, the auburn haired girl was reading a novel while the brunette man was massaging her feet. Tonks wasn�t really tired but she felt almost as if she was intruding in this tender moment. She yawned, okay so maybe she was tired. She opened the door to the guest room and stepped inside. It had a cherry wood floor, and horrible floral wall paper with matching drapery and bedding. The room in question had been designed for the man�s mother, who liked this sort of thing. Tonks groaned and slid out of her clothes, thankful to get them off because of the heat. She looked at her body quizzically in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. She was average height with dark twinkling eyes, a pale heart shaped face and soft pink full lips. She scratched the end of her petite nose in thought and trailed her other hand along her flat stomach and across her small, round breasts. She almost laughed at herself and turned off to the armoire at the end of the room. She pulled out a T-shirt and boy shorts and slid them on before turning to get into the bed. She tripped over the decorative green rug and fell onto the bed. She crawled to the head of the bed and snuggled into the covers. She started thinking about a fantasy she�d been having since her early days at Hogwarts.

�A petite but curvy brunette was working hard, stirring her soup. She was wearing a pair of hip hugging blue jeans that complimented her firm round buttock quite nicely. The bow of her sky blue apron was tied just above her tail bone over her light salmon-pink shirt. She had a red polka-dotted bandanna tied in her long warm chocolate and caramel coloured hair to keep it out of her face. She turned when Tonks entered the room. Her skin was a little more coloured than Tonks�, she had a bit of a tan. Her eyes were never quite the same colour twice, you could look at them once and they�d be hazel or green, but look again and they�d be blue. She had a small nose that turned up a little at the end, a ski-jump Tonks� mother liked to call it, and small but full pink lips that matched her blouse and fit her face perfectly.

�Hey,� Tonks whispered softly, wrapping her arms around the woman�s tiny waist, �You�re still awake?� she felt the woman laugh in her embrace as she laid her head on Tonks� shoulder.

�The soup won�t make itself will it?� she pulled away and gave Tonks a light peck on the lips before turning around in her arms to get back to her soup.

�How about I help you?� Tonks asked, fiddling with the woman�s hair.

�Mmm�I remember the last time you helped me,� the woman gave her soup a sweeping stir, �the soup got burned b-��

Tonks� fantasy was rudely interrupted by a loud bang against the wall from the other bedroom. Tonks� brow furrowed as she sat up. She jumped when she heard a loud moan. Once again there was a bang, and Tonks� assumed it was the headboard of the next doors� bed.

�I pity his mother�� Tonks muttered, staring wide eyed at the wall.

Tonks shook the offending memory out of her head and slid off the counter. ~I�ll put an add in the paper tomorrow, and no couples!~ She passed through the Dutch door and exited her flat and locked the door before sliding her keys into her pocket. While walking down the hallway to the stairs she could hear muffled voices and laughter of people inside their own flats. At the end of the stairs Tonks pushed the door open and emerged on a busy street and headed toward the Underground. ~Having to take the underground to get to work will get pricey, but if I�m going to have Muggle flatmates there�s no time like the present to get used to using the Visitor�s Entrance.~ Tonks groaned inwardly, ~Living alone sure isn�t what its cracked up to be.~

_____

The ride on the Underground wasn�t quite as awful as Tonks had anticipated. There was only one stop before hers and she got off in the very busy heart of London. She went up to the escalator and made to step on it but almost fell over as she placed her foot wrongly on the step. She tried again and was successful as she joined the traffic. The streets were full of cars and lined with tall buildings. She turned down a side road and walked at a rushed pace. ~Son of a Bludger! I�m going to be late.~ As she hurried she tripped quite often, as she was prone to doing and that only slowed her down ever more. Gradually the buildings became smaller. Tonks slowed her pace when she reached a street with several shabby offices, a pub and an over flowing skip. She panted to catch her breath for a moment and then she stepped inside a vandalised-looking telephone box and shut the door hastily behind her. She took hold of the receiver for the telephone apparatus which was hanging lopsidedly as though someone tried to rip it off. She dialled six-two-four-four-two and a female voice filled the phone box loudly and clearly.

�Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business�

Tonks grimaced. And spoke into the receiver.

�Nymphadora Tonks, Auror.� Tonks said, not entirely sure if she was supposed to elaborate.

�Thank you.� the voice said.

The floor of the telephone box shuddered as she sunk into the ground. Slowly darkness enveloped the box and Tonks couldn�t see anything. She could hear a dull grinding sound as the phone box made its way slowly through the earth. After about a minute a small bit of golden light illuminated Tonks� feet and , widening, rose up her body until it hit her in the face. She was smart enough to close her eyes before it had reached her face.

�The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day.�

The door of the telephone box sprang open and Tonks exited it, blinking. She stood at one end of a very long and spectacular hall with a shiny dark wood floor, quite unlike the worn in oak wood floor of Tonks� flat. The ceiling was a peacock blue colour and was inlaid with bright golden symbols that kept moving and changing like the gigantic blackboard of the Quidditch World Cup. The walls on either side were panelled in a shiny dark wood and had many handsome gilded fireplaces set into them. On the left-hand fireplaces people were entering, and on the right there were lines waiting to depart. People were Apparating and Disapparating with pops and cracks all around the hall. In the middle of the hall was a tall gleaming fountain. The fountain had a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf. All of them were smiling, the witch, house-elf, goblin and centaur were smiling at the wizard. Tonks thought it looked incredibly fake and shallow. Goblins and Centaurs were least likely of all creatures to smile at humans in such an adoring manner. The witch looked vain and the wizard looked feeble. Tonks hurried past the Fountain of Magical Brethren and casually tossed in a few Sickles. Even if she disliked the fountain the donations went to St Mungo�s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and she thought that the cause was enough to surpass her dislike.

Tonks merged in with the crowd through the golden gates, getting jostled and bumped by the crowd along the way. She went into a smaller hall where at least twenty lifts stood behind wrought golden grilles. Tonks joined in the least crowded line and waited. With a great jangling and clattering the lift descended in front of her, the golden grilles slid back and Tonks stepped inside, followed by everyone else. Tonks was jammed in the corner, quite miffed. The grilles slid shut with a crash and the lift ascended slowly, the chains rattling while the female voice from the telephone box issued inside the lift.

�Level Seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club and Ludicrous Patents Office.� the lift doors opened and a few people got out and walked into the untidy corridor, with various posters of Quidditch teams tacked up on the walls. The doors closed and the lift jerked upwards again.

�Level Six, Department of Magical Transportation, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office and Apparation Test Centre.�

Many of the witches and wizards in the lift got out. Once again the doors slammed shut and the lift clattered up.

�Level Five, Department of International Magical Co-operation, incorporating the International Magical Trading Standards Body, the International Magical Office of Law and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats.�

A few inter-departmental memos flew in as the doors slid open and shut. They flapped around overhead as the lift ascended again.

�Level Four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office and Pest Advisory Bureau.�

Two wizards got out, followed by a handful of memos and the doors shut yet again.

�Level Three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters and Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee.�

Now only Tonks was left standing inside the lift. ~I�m so late.~ Tonks thought miserably as the doors shut again.

�Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and the Wizengamot Administration Services.�

Tonks rushed out the moment the doors opened. A tall black wizard with a single gold hoop in his ear walked up to meet her, his arms crossed over his chest and a thoroughly unamused look on his face. Tonks hurried toward him, tripping over her feet as she did so. He lunged forward and caught her before she went crashing to the ground.

�Sorry!� Tonks said desperately, looking around. The black wizard shook his head.

�Don�t worry, its alright, I covered for you. But don�t expect me to do it again.� he said, he had a deep calming voice. Tonks nodded.

�Thanks, Kingsley, you�re the best!� Tonks said breathlessly. The wizard nodded and set off for his cubicle. Tonks strode down the long hall and turned left about halfway through to her own cubicle. She flipped through some things in the small pile in her inbox. She picked up a letter requesting that she investigate a possible sighting of Sirius Black in Hogsmede over the next few days. She grinned, this was just what she needed to prove her worth as an Auror. Usually they didn�t let rookies tackle such things but Tonks� connections to the Blacks had proved handy before and she could tell that they were going to prove handy again. She wasn�t proud of being related to the Blacks, not by far, but so far her relations and knowledge of her second cousin had proved handy in the Ministry�s attempts to catch him. She was always ashamed of being related to Sirius Black, the wizard responsible for a mass murder of Muggles and a single wizard by the name of Peter Pettigrew. He had escaped from Azkaban, the wizard prison, just a year ago - a task that no wizard living had ever done. It was said that Black was one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named�s most loyal followers, although Tonks� mother didn�t believe a single word said about her cousin. This wasn�t the only time that Tonks had disagreed with her mom about her second cousin, but she wouldn�t let her mother�s foolish beliefs of Black being innocent when all the proof pointed against it. Tonks wanted to believe he was innocent, she remembered what he was like when she was growing up and he really did seem like a great guy. Tonks shook her head. ~You�ve got a job to do.~ She exited her cubicle and popped her head in on Kingsley�s to tell him she was headed out to investigate the sighting. Kingsley was head of the search on Black and it was he who had asked her to join in on it, believing she was useful. She made her way down to the Atrium before Apparating with a loud crack.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Wotcher, Stranger