Author: DeathWok PM
After the defeat of Voldemort, Harry is enjoying his life as a Seeker for Puddlemere United. He runs into Tonks, who is using her abilities as a Metamorphmagus to live life more or less as a teenage Auror. AU as of HBP. ON HOLD, NOT BEING UPDATED.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Harry P. & N. Tonks - Chapters: 10 - Words: 18,196 - Reviews: 54 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 03-28-05 - Published: 08-23-04 - id: 2026004
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A/N: Think I might be into Harry Potter romances? This is the second one I'm starting in two weeks. I promise I'll update both at least once a week though.
This takes place one year after Harry graduates from Hogwarts, so he's 19. Voldemort has been defeated and Harry is Seeker for Puddlemere United. Parts that are in italics are in Harry's journal. Pleaser R&R!
Also, I don't own anything. (That was a disclaimer.)
As the sun set over London, business in Diagon Alley started to pick up. Groups of teens chatted happily while they window shopped, old witches bent over extra-long shopping lists, and four or five young couples walked contentedly down the cobbled street. It being the summer, Florean Fortescue was doing a roaring trade. Small tables under pink and white umbrellas overflowed onto the street, all of them full.
The only exception was the table in the back corner. Only one person sat there. He was tall and slim, holding his head in his hand as he scribbled into a leather-bound journal. A bowl of strawberry ice cream sat slowly melting next to him.
Harry Potter looked up from his writing. Standing over him was a tanned girl with green hair and matching eyes. She was carrying a couple shopping bags, and looked around seventeen. Harry didn't recognize her. He sighed. The whole 'adoring fan' thing was getting kinda old.
"Yeah," he answered. "That's me."
The girl grinned at him. "Wotcher, Harry. You're taller."
"…Do I know you?"
"Not very well, but yes. I'm Tonks. D'you remember me?"
"Oh!" Harry smiled up at her. It was true that he didn't know her very well, but he liked what he knew. He waved at the chair across from him. "Of course I remember you. Sit down. I thought you were in Australia?"
Tonks sat down happily, dumping her bags under the table and pulling Harry's melty ice cream over to her. "I was, but I haven't had a vacation in years, and stuff was under control. So the Ministry agreed to transfer me back here. I'm taking two year's worth of vacation now. Pretty fun." She took a bite of the ice cream. "And you're playing for Puddlemere United, right? Having a good time?"
"Yeah…" He was spacing out a little. Tonks looked even younger than when Harry had known her. It was odd. Harry shook his head slightly, focusing on the conversation. "Yeah, I'm Seeker. It's great – Oliver Wood, my old team captain from Hogwarts, is Keeper. It's awesome to be playing with him again."
"That's great." She glanced at her watch. "Oh, shit…I'm late. I'll see you around, okay?" She collected her bags and stood up.
"Alright, I'll see you. Oh, hey…" on impulse, he reached into the messenger bag sitting next to his chair and pulled out what seemed to be a necklace with a large, square pendant. "We've got a game against the Holyhead Harpies coming up. On Saturday. If you want to come…there's a party after the game too, no matter who wins. Just show that to someone who looks official and they'll point you in the right direction." He handed it to Tonks. She looked down at the pendant. It said 'Puddlemere v. Holyhead, All Access'.
"Awesome! I'll see you on Saturday." She kissed him on the cheek and ran off, leaving him staring after her.
I saw Tonks for the first time in years today. She hasn't changed a bit. If anything, she looks even younger than when I knew her. I was trying to figure out how old she must be…she had just gotten out of Auror training when I was in my fifth year. Auror training takes two years, I think, so four years older than me. She's twenty-three at least. It's so strange. She looked younger than I did. I know that she can change her appearence and everything, but why would she still want to look like a teenager? Maybe she was undercover.
I invited her to the game on Saturday. Gave her an all access pass so she can come to the after-game party. It'll be fun to hang out with her for a bit. Speaking of which, those two redheads from the Harpies said they'd spend the night with me again if they lost. So I'm going to have to play really well.
Mmm, I'm tired. Time for some shut eye.