"I'm from six years ago." She explained. Then, as if to prove it to him, Tonks dug in her pocket for the timeturner and showed it to him. Once Harry saw that she was, in fact, from the past and not a ghost, Tonks was rather hoping that he'd calm down on that part at least.
"I'm gonna go. Get a wee room or somethin' at the inn in the larger city. The turner's got a timer thing on it." Said as she kept it in her palm. See, it was real. Tonks however was a fibbity fibber about the timer, but Harry didn't know that. "So if you want to talk, I'm not far at all yeah? Leastwise until Saturday nite."
There was one other slight problem. This was Tonks. And she had always been poking or touching people because she was a physical sort of person, so it was difficult to not to want to hug the kid. Who was now as old as she was. "I'd like a hug goodbye though?" Asked with a small, sheepish smile.