saudade • harry potter⁴ [UNEDITED/ON HOLD]

𝐢𝐢. miraculous reconciliation

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      𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 Nyx from Tonks's wild flying but it also helped pass the time. The small talk consisted of Nyx, in a very shaken voice, conversing with Kinglsey Shacklebolt. He was a very kind man but, like many, he had questions about Nyx. These questions were about her summer, questions about her abilities, questions about Dumbledore. 

"This seems an awful lot like an interrogation!" said Tonks over the sound of the wind. 

"I apologize Nyx if that's how this is coming across, I merely curious," said Kinglsey (he'd suggested Nyx call him by his first name). 

"It's okay," Nyx said, trembling as she clung to Tonks tightly. 

It was different this time around, Kingsley's questions didn't seem as though he were prying, but instead, it felt like he was truly just trying to get to know Nyx better as a person. They were simple questions he could have gotten through some research, but instead, he was choosing to task Nyx—that small act alone had gotten Nyx to trust and respect him a lot more. 

"Well, I think it's her turn, don't you?" said Tonks. She quickly glanced over her shoulder at Nyx. "Have you got any questions?" 

Nyx blinked, she frowned and thought of what she could possibly ask, but only one question kept coming to mind, "Um ... where are we going exactly?"

"You'll see." 

So much for asking a question, Nyx thought to herself. 

They arrived at a regular muggle neighbourhood, landing on a regular muggle street. Nyx looked around promptly—they were alone, no one had seen them. If anyone had they would likely call the police, three adults in strange robes and broomsticks roaming around with a teenage girl in her pyjamas with a cat strapped to her front and an owl's cage tied to her back, it was quite the sight. 

Nyx caught the name of the street they were on, Grimmauld Place; it was a group of muggle townhouses and given how far they'd flown Nyx could only guess that they were somewhere in London. 

"This way, Nyx," Tonks said. She, Moody, and Kingsley were already at the door. Nyx quickly followed them towards townhouse 12... but it hadn't been there before—no it had appeared to shove its neighbouring houses, number eleven and number thirteen, out of the way to emerge between them.