Just Tonks. (variant) wrote in aternaville, @ 2009-03-12 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, tonks |
Who: Tonks and Harry Potter
Where: Wengen, Switzerland. And then .. Canada?
What: There was once a timeturning Shapeshifter. And a Boy Who Lived.
When: Thursday nite, and then Friday morning.
Nymphadora Tonks, who wasn't incredibly keen on her first name, was on a mission. This mission, should she choose to accept it, was to go into the future and snag one Harry Potter. This decision came down to her via Dumbledore as one of her first big missions for the Order of the Phoenix. The professor had a tea date with Trellawny, and there was something that she said.
The Boy Who Lived was the Man Who Died. Rather than live, he went out to hide. Two and twenty, lightness fades away. Dying, dying, dying away.
There was a meeting about the strange prophecy, and what it meant. After a discussion, it was decided that someone had to go and see if this was true. If Harry Potter had went off and isolated himself. Tonks volunteered. She knew Harry, and had a good repoire with the teenager so far. It would only have changed for the better, right? Right. So on a Sunday nite in 1995, the pink-haired Auror took the timeturner and gave it the right amount of twists to end up in the right time. Though she was still in England. Now it was a matter of finding the boy. Now, he was a young man really wasn't he? And that was why Tonks was traveling the world.
Huddled in a coat, timeturner in her pocket, the witch traveled Europe and sought out Harry. She kept an ear to the ground, listening to the talk throughout towns. Nothing turned up in France, Italy, or Spain. A day was spent in each, but to no avail. It was time to go back to the other side. Germany..and then Switzerland. What the hell was in Switzerland? She had no idea, but was starting to wear out her options, so any place was better than none. And just when she thought there wasn't a damn thing that she could learn from the towns that she appeared in, there was a piece of information that stuck out in her brain.
"Did you hear about the guy squatting in the cabin?"
It took her a couple of hours, but she made her way through the woods that they were talking about. Of course, once she got through the woods Tonks was a little worse for wear. Nothing bad, just tripping up and finding a couple of slippery spots. If Harry wasn't at this cottage, she'd look a little ridiculous wouldn't she? Ah well. Stepping up to the door, the door was eyed and given a good old-fashioned Alohomora and stepped in, hands on her hips. "Harry Potter..Olly, olly oxen free."