Summer Time (Nymphadora x Harry fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Secrets

3rd POV

Dumbledore waited for An answer from the now pale man in front of him. The twinkle in his eye was long gone and filled with concern for his red headed friend. A mere whispering of air that escaped his parted lips made it sound as if he was a frozen statue trying it's best to talk. Or as if a toad had passed a bit of the rumbly gas of which most muggles called a fart. The pronoun forehead wrinkles of the old professor grew and showed themselves more.

Many thoughts buzzed at him about what could be happening with his old friend. The old friend didn't have a mean or cunning bone is his body. He was just a simple man interested in muggles who seemed to be terrified. The poor man can't even come up with a lie or this wise cracked out old fool would easily tell he was lying. Didn't stop a bead of sweat running down his forehead.

"I—I. . I was looking at a memory of a case for the ministry. They gave a case that they needed to be cracked as they figured it was a link to you-know-who. ."

So far, that had actually worked. The wise man did indeed believed him.

"So was it any leads, oh and very sorry if I scared you."

He gave the red headed man a handing motion to a lemon drop.

A slight head shake of a no, he placed his hat on his head.

"No but Barty Crouch Jr.'s memories are so horrific that when you scared me I almost became petrified. And no, no leads liked I wished to be."

An soft chuckle came from the long bearded fool.

"Still very sorry, even I would of also thought that should have some sort of leads myself."

They shared a few agreeing moments. But before the rubber ducky fanatic could leave and descend down the spiral stairs, an threat filled the air.

"It be a- . Shame, if you were to lie and-. Betray. . . Me my friend. ."

Freezing cold shivers went through his body. He almost froze still but kept on. He didn't, want to get caught.

A bit of time of some place not that far away, an Pink haired Metamorphogi was rushing about. She was supposed to be at work soon and it seems as if something was making her late. What could it be? Harry indeed. Tonks was soft slapping the hands of a boy-who-lived away.

He seems to see it as a cute game to make the female of love cranky. She seemed to make his heart flutter when her face scrunched up and hair was changing between dark reds and soft purples. She had her own secret. A secret of a mysterious note from her old Weasley friend. Something dark he had to tell her.

She wasn't aloud to tell Harry until it was just them and Harry. It was going to make or break her and Harry's friendship to be much better, or much much more darker. .

It couldn't be THAT bad. . Could it? She don't want to lose Harry. The only one who seemed to understand her. Tonks tried to calm her nerves. But it wasn't working. Or what if it was her getting fired from being a Auror!? With a shake of her head and hug to the cutie with glasses, she summons her broom and raced off out the window.

Mind was racing as the wind whipped and rippled through her hair and clothes. She hugged her trench coat closer to her body. Something wasn't settling well with her.

Stopping out of a floo Tonks was quickly pulled into another one with the old friend she was to meet. He held up a vile of a memory.

"Tonks. . ."

He seems to be out of breath.

"Wotcher Arthur?"

With a slight worried tilt of her head she was sucked right into his mind. Arthur was showing her only of what had happened. All. Of. It. Just like that and it was over. Anger. Rage. Hurt. It all made her heart pang painfully. .

Just like when she saw Sirius die in front of her. . . A new dark settled over her. Not as dark or violent as Voldermort but just as a bit sinister. These feelings was new to her. Her face and hair was shifting and changing drastically. Her features stopped at bob length black hair, her dark grey eyes held a vibrant silver. Her heart shaped face was still as smooth as ever.

The speechless female sits at in one of the chairs in the office she was in with the one who showed her memories she thought she had suppressed. He looked at his coworker as if waiting for a response.

He could only worry for it may have broken her once more.

"I'm getting revenge. ."

Shocked, "What Tonks? Revenge on me daughter!? Yes she may be working the Dark Lord but she is still my daughter. Who once was your friend." He was trying to plead to her as if he didn't want her or Harry to join or do the said dark arts they so fought hard against.

"I'm sorry Arthur but Ginny isn't the Ginny you raised anymore. Clearly she has some sort of deal or plea woth those num skulls!" Much of a hiss had been released from her.

"I'll make a new group to face against them all if I have to, It seems even Dumbledore might know of it. There is no 'Dumbledore Army' at this rate."

Arthur couldn't disagree. Even he was starting to lead astray from the truth.

"We need to get to Harry now, I feel you two aren't safe, not even with my family. All we have left to go to is Grimmauld Place. Harry is the one is the will to get it." Arthur put his hat on his desk. Making up a plan in his head. The vile back into his pocket.

"Harry first, then Gringotts Wizarding Bank! I'll talk to Molly, it'll be harder for her to understand."

It was sudden but he grips her arm and with a grabbing of his hat they apparated.

Else where

After she left in a hurry to answer a note from Arthur, Harry sulked. Not one friend has been sending him any mail, and he can't be left alone with his dark thoughts no matter how much he tried. Sitting up from laying in the couch in Tonks' flat, looking around to do something. Anything.

Harry puts his glasses on and went into the bathroom, looking at his reflection, he needed a hair cut and the idea to test out those muggle contacts lenses so he didn't need to have to wear glasses so much. Hearing a glass breaking noise conning from the living room, wand in hand he slowly made it down the short hallway. Some more glass breaking getting louder with each step closer. From some of the living room in his sight was trashed. Instinct kicked in gear, so with a quick movement and turning around corner of the wall and his wand came face to face with a black hooded figure.