Who: Tonks & Harry (with an appearance by Remus!) What: A conversation through Patronuses. (Patroni?) Where: Alphard's old home / Wherever Harry is. When: Friday night. Warnings: None. Status: Complete.
Since her mind had become her own again (in a sense), Tonks' head had been filled with thoughts and ideas and worries and fears. It was almost endless, her mind constantly working, churning, thinking. But amongst all that mess, there were a few things that were almost always prevalent. One of those was Harry Potter.
Now that she was free of whatever spell everyone was under, she understood what Harry was really doing, what he was really facing out there in the world. She knew that he wasn't on the run for crimes against the Ministry, but rather on the run from the Ministry, from the Death Eaters and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. And she realized what that must be like, what he must feel like... somewhat like she felt now, except he'd been stuck with this world for four years, on the run and almost alone, barely even an adult, trying to find a way to save a world that didn't seem to want to be saved.
She just wanted him to know that he wasn't as alone as perhaps he thought. She wanted him to know that there were people who could help him, who wanted to help him if he was willing to accept it. Except she'd been hesitant of contacting him at first, unsure of whether or not she should... until she'd see Ronald Weasley's entry in the journals, and then she knew she had to do something.
Her plan was to communicate with him the way the Order had communicated; she knew he had seen her Patronus enough to recognize it (not to mention that even if he hadn't, it's current form would be immediately recognizable... not to mention it's voice). But it wasn't safe to send the Patronus from her flat, not since the place might have been under watch. Instead, she took the floo to Alphard's old home, where Remus was hiding, where no one could find her. Sitting outside on the back stoop, her wand in hand, she concentrated and cast the charm to summon her Patronus.
From the wand erupted a brilliant silvery figure, a four-legged dog which fell almost gracefully to the ground. "Padfoot," Tonks said softly, smiling at the familiar figure. It had been what her Patronus had become after her cousin's death. Even seeing it was a comfort. "Find Harry," she whispered, even though she didn't have to speak the words out loud.
And so the Patronus took off, bounding through the trees behind the home, in search of the Boy Who Lived...