This is a little different from my usual fics. I normally stick to one-shots for Harry Potter and leave it at that. If I get enough positive feedback on this I will eventually continue, but don't expect me to update daily. I have several other stories in the works right now. I am making Forsaken Destiny me top priority on fanfiction. I also am starting my last year of high school next week and I just got a job so I can't guarantee when I will have time to work on my stories.

Disclaimer: I don't own but certainly wouldn't mind it if I did. I could use the money.

Normality at it's Fullest

As Harry trudged up the stairs to the boys dormitory, he thought over the events of the previous night. How bizarre it was for it to finally be over. Harry could hardly believe that Voldemort was dead. It all seemed too good to be true.

He refused to ponder over it any longer though. The last thing he wanted to do right now was think about that mad man. No right now what he wanted to do most was go to sleep. He could worry about Voldemort tomorrow, when he was properly rested and more alert.

He entered the boy's dorm and headed over to an unoccupied bed. Exhausted he flopped down on the bed and pulled the covers over himself. He closed his eyes and let sleep claim it's hold on him.

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When Harry awakened he came face to face with one of the last people he ever expected to see again. Nypmhadora Tonks was sitting in a chair by his bed, holding one of his hands in hers. She looked extremely worried. As soon as she saw that he was awake, her whole face brightened.

“Robbie, your awake!” she said, smiling happily. “Mum, Dad, Robbie's woken up!” She jumped to her feet and headed to the door to go look for them, only to trip over a tray holding potion bottles. Her and the bottles clattered to the floor.

“Nymphadora,” he heard someone say sharply. He turned to find Andromeda Tonks standing in the doorway. “Do be careful to watch where you are going.”

Tonks flushed with embarrassment and climbed to her feet. She grabbed the potion bottles off the floor and placed them on the tray. Looking sheepish she turned to her mother and flashed her a small smile.

“Sorry about that Mum.”

Andromeda sighed. “Thats perfectly fine Nymphadora.” She then turned and walked over to Harry's bed. Settling herself down in Tonks previous seat, she reached over and brushed a lock of hair off of Harry's forehead. “Your father is speaking with Madame Promphrey,” she said. “He should be along in about a minute. How are you feeling Robert?”

To say that Harry was shocked was an understatement. He stared at her wide-eyed not trusting himself to speak. He was afraid that the second he opened his mouth, he was going to scream.

“Robert are you okay? Do you need me to call for the Mediwitch?”

Harry leaned back against the pillows, and squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe, he thought if I stay like this for long enough, this bizarre dream will go away. He waited a moment before opening them again. Andromeda Tonks stared down at him, her attractive face, a face that so greatly resembled Bellatrix's, laden with concern.

“Robert?”

“I'm okay,” he rasped out. “Head just hurts a little.”

Andromeda nodded. “Well that's perfectly understandable,” she said. “You did fall from quite a height.”

“Height?” Harry questioned. He felt more confused than ever. Exactly what was going on?

“Don't you remember Robbie, you fell off your broom during your Quidditch match against Slytherin,” Tonks spoke up. She was standing by the edge of his bed, peering down at him.

Harry just stared at her, feeling more lost than ever before, even more so than when Hagrid had first introduced him to the Wizarding World. How long ago was it that he had seen her, looking only a few years older, lying dead beside her husband Remus Lupin in the Great Hall. It felt like ages ago when Harry knew it to have only been yesterday.

“Your dead,” he blurted out. Both women looked shocked.

“Robert what are you talking about?”

“S-She's supposed to be dead! She's died in the final battle.”

“Dead!” both mother and daughter exclaimed in unison.

“Robbie I'm not dead.”

“But you are!” Harry cried out. This had to be a dream, he thought furiously. But if it was, then why would he be seeing the Tonk's family in his dream? He barely knew them except for Nymphadora.

“Robert she isn't dead, now thats a horrible way to speak to your older sister!”

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If Harry was shocked before, it didn't even came close to how he felt now. He tried explaining to Andromeda and Nypmhadora Tonks and later to Ted Tonks and Madame Pomphrey that he wasn't their son, that his name wasn't Robert, and that his parents were dead. But it did him no good. The more he talked, the more concerned his supposed parents and sister became. He finally shut up after realizing that.

He lay in bed after the Tonks family had left. All three of them had promised to come see him tomorrow. He had nodded, just agreeing to what they said now. It wasn't like they were going to listen to him anyways.

When Madame Pomnrey had retired for the night Harry decided to explore the castle a bit. He figured that seeing the rest of the castle might bring back some familiarity. He climbed out of bed and headed to the door when suddenly he saw something that made him stop in his tracks.

He stared at himself in the mirror, feeling more confused than ever. Staring back at him was not his own reflection, but one completely different.

The boy in the mirror had dark brown hair with a tinge of red to it. His eyes were large and chocolate colored. His skin was fair and smooth, with only the slightest flush of color to his cheeks. His features were sharp and reasonably good-looking. He was of an average height and fairly slender. Overall he looked very much like the son of not Lily and James Potter but Andromeda and Ted Tonks.

Harry turned and walked back to his bed. He had changed his mind, he didn't want to take a walk after all. As he climbed back into bed, he decided not to think too heavily on it. He would go back to sleep and tomorrow everything would be back to normal. He would wake up in the seventh year boy's dorm in Gryffindor Tower. His parents...his REAL parents would be dead and so would Ted and Nymphadora Tonks. He would look like himself again and everything would be fine.

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When Harry woke the next day he found that he was still in the hospital wing. The Tonks family was sitting in chairs around his bed. Andromeda and Ted were conversing quietly and Nymphadora was holding up a mirror she had conjured, changing her appearance. She changed her hair from the bright pink it was to a deep neon green, she then changed her eye color to match. Upon seeing that Harry was awake she beamed, and vanished the mirror.

“How does my hair look Robbie? I think it's cool!”

“Oh honestly Nymphadora!” Andromeda said looking irritated. “Can't you just leave your appearance alone for even a minute?”

“But where's the fun in that Mum?”

Ignoring her, Andromeda turned to face Harry. “Are you feeling more like yourself today Robert?'

Harry opened his mouth, about to tell her that no, he didn't feel like himself, because everything was all wrong, he wasn't Robert he was Harry, but didn't. Instead he said.

“I'm perfectly fine, must have been having an off day yesterday.”

“That's good to hear,” Ted Tonks spoke up. “We were worried about you Rob. You acted like you didn't know who we were yesterday, hell you even accused me and Dora of being dead.”

Harry offered them a small smile of assurance. He however had never felt less reassured. He couldn't understand it, what was going on, why were the Tonk's family claiming to be his? Why did he look so much like them or more importantly why how were they still alive. Only Andromeda had survived the war.

Harry didn't question. He figured that the best thing to do would be to just go with the flow. If this is a dream, he decided, then eventually I will have to wake up from it. For now just dealing with this was the best way to go.

And think, he said to himself. It could be worse. At least your not a Malfoy.

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His 'family' stayed for a little while later before leaving. They had to get back to work. Harry convinced them and Madame Pomprey that he was alright and was told that if all goes well he should be out of here and back in classes by tomorrow.

Harry found out from talking to them that he was a third year. Looking back on it, his reflection the night before hadn't looked like one of a seventeen nearly eighteen year old. He had looked about thirteen or fourteen.

He had also found out that he was a Ravenclaw, a fact that surprised him greatly. Out of all the houses, Ravenclaw was the last one he expected to find himself in. Even Hufflepuff had seemed like a more likely choice. Harry guessed it was to be expected these things usually ran in families and Ted was a 'Claw when he was in school. Though Andromeda as it turns out was a Slytherin and Dora (when he had started thinking of Tonks as Dora he didn't know) had been a Huffelpuff.

He filed all of this information away for later use. At least, he thought, I know how to get to Ravenclaw Tower thanks to Luna.

Luna. The name got him thinking. Exactly what was going on with his friends? Were they the same people here to or different one's as well. Were they even here at all? Was he friends with them? If he was a Ravenclaw then he might be friends with Luna. As for Ron, Hermione, and Neville he didn't know. And what about Ginny? Did she still like him or did she fancy someone else?

The day was excruciatingly long for Harry. He keep trying to force himself to sleep, hoping that when he awoke he would be back in his dorm room, but to no avail. Every time he woke up, he was in the infirmary. As the day went on, he became more and more discouraged. Maybe, he reasoned, I've just gone insane. After all that I've dealt with, it wouldn't be to far-fetched.

Soon enough it was the next day and his stay in the hospital wing was over. He left there quickly and headed to the Great Hall. He looked over at the various house tables. Ron was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan. The three boys were chatting amiably while filling their plates with more food than any of them could possibly eat. Well maybe more than Dean and Seamus could eat, Harry said to himself, I wouldn't put it past Ron to eat all of that in one sitting and still want seconds.

Neville was sitting over at the Hufflepuff table with a group of Hufflepuffs from Harry's year. Harry recognized Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan as well as several others.

Luna was siting at the Ravenclaw table, eating while reading the Quibbler. Hermione, Harry noticed was also sitting at the Ravenclaw table. She was eating her breakfast and engaged in conversation with Padma Patil, Terry Boot, and Anthony Goldstein. As soon as she saw Harry staring at her, she smiled and waved him over.

Well, Harry thought as he headed over in her direction. At least I'm still friends with Hermione. He took the seat to the left of her and began to pile food on his plate.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Much better,” Harry answered. And he wasn't lying. Being friends with Hermione did make him feel better. If nothing else in his life at this time was consistent at least that was.

“You got hurt pretty bad,” she told him. “We were worried that you weren't going to wake up.”

“Yeah we tried to get in to see you, but that bitch Pomphrey wouldn't let us,” Terry said.

“Terry!” Hermione exclaimed. “Don't call Madame Pomhrey that. She had every right to not let us see Robert, he needed bedrest.”

“So sorry,” Terry replied, but since his mouth was so full of food, it came out as, “Swo sawry.”

Hermione looking appalled huffed and turned away. Anthony and Padma laughed. Harry would have laughed to if it hadn't been for that name. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was Robert Tonks not Harry Potter. It just didn't seem real. It couldn't be real.

“That was a bloody brilliant save though mate,” Anthony cut in breaking Harrry's train of thought. “The way you caught that snitch. Right out from under Malfoy's nose! The git didn't even know what hit him!”

So Malfoy is still a Slytherin, Harry thought. I wonder if his parents are still death eaters. Was the Dark Lord even around in this universe? Was Neville the Boy-Who-Lived instead. Harry knew for a fact that he wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, he was missing the scar for one thing, for another his parents would have to have died for him. And they didn't. His parents or at least Robert Tonks parents were still alive.

Harry stole a quick glance over at Neville. He was sitting with his back to Harry talking to Hannah Abbott. Harry tried but couldn't get a look at his forehead. He gave up after a minute and went back to eating his breakfast. If anything, he thought, I'm sure to have class with him, sometime this week. I'll catch a glimpse of it then if it's there.

As Harry continued eating he listened to his friends speak. In all truthfulness Hermione didn't seem all to different to him. She chatted with Padma Patil while Terry Boot, who appeared to have an appetite to rival Ron's crammed insane amounts of food into his mouth. Harry laughed at the familiarity of it all.

And just think, he said to himself. You still a seeker and everything. That much hasn't changed.

His good mood rapidly vanished a moment later. His eyes had traveled over to the Slytherin table and had landed not on Draco Malfoy, but on the girl sitting next to him.

Ginny.

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As Harry sat with Hermione and Anthony in Charms later he could easily say that he had never felt worse. He had thought that he could handle this strange alternate world, at least until he managed to get back to his own. But this.

How could Ginny be in Slytherin? Hermione in Ravenclaw and Neville in Hufflepuff he could see, but he just couldn't see Ginny in Slytherin.

He had jumped out of his seat in fury after seeing her sitting at the Slytherin table. Thankfully Hermione and Anthony had both grabbed him and stopped him from going over there and making a fool out of himself, which was what he was very well about to do.

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Flashback

Harry leaped out of his chair. His eyes were flashing and his fists were clenched. Hermione glanced at him, looking startled.

“What's wrong with you?” Padma asked.

Harry didn't answer. He started towards the Slytherin table about to question Ginny, when Hermione stopped him.

“Robert what are you doing?”

“Going to take her head off, what does she think she's playing at? Being in that house!”

“Who?” Hermione asked. She turned questioning eyes towards Ginny “You don't mean Weasley do you?”

“Who do you think?” Harry snapped, feeling his anger rise.

Hermione looked more confused than ever now. “But why should you care if she's in Slytherin or not? What's it to you?”

Harry stared at her. He felt just as confused as she looked in that moment, but then it clicked. The reason that Hermione didn't appear to concerned with Ginny being a Slytherin is because she wasn't friends with Ginny. Ginny was friends with Malfoy from the looks of it and Malfoy was someone neither Harry nor Hermione wished to associate with. Not in this universe, not in Harry's own.

Harry glanced helplessly over at Ginny one more time. He made a motion towards her again, wanting nothing more than to confront her when another arm grabbed him. Anthony and Hermione each grabbed Harry and pulled him back into his seat before taking their own seats.

“Again I repeat,” Padma said. “What was that about?”

“I don't know,” Harry said. He glanced down at his plate suddenly not feeling to hungry anymore.

End of flashback

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Harry tried in vain to listen to what Professor Flitwick was saying but found that he couldn't concentrate. All his thoughts drifted back to Ginny. He had really cared for her, had perhaps even loved her, but she would never know that here. He saw her talking to Malfoy and Parkinson like they were old friends. She didn't even glance his way once.

It's ok, he told himself, that's not the real Ginny anyways. The real Ginny hated Malfoy almost as much as I do.

This is just a dream, he thought, or else a very vivid hallucination. You'll wake up from it soon.

But he couldn't help but feel very doubtful of that.

After class he, Hermione, and the other three all headed to Herbology. When they neared the greenhouses, Harry saw that as the Gryffindor's had this class with the Hufflepuffs, they had it with the Slytherin's. Just the sight of Draco Malfoy made his blood boil.

The fact that he and the git were cousins didn't help either. The very thought of sharing the same blood with the pale-faced blond made his skin crawl, even if it was only half the same blood. He made an effort not to pay attention to Malfoy during class. He didn't need to get himself worked up over nothing. After all, he thought, it's not real. You don't have the same blood as that prat. You two aren't related.

He made it through class somehow and headed up to the castle with the others. As soon as they made it up there, they broke off, and started heading in different directions. Terry, Padma, and Anthony all had Divination and he and Hermione had Arithmancy.

Glad to see Hermione isn't trying to cram in all those classes at once, he thought as they climbed the stairs to Ravenclaw tower to get their books. She overworks herself way too much.

They entered the classroom and took seats beside Lisa Turpin of Ravenclaw and Sally-Ann Perks of Hufflepuff. The rest of the students slowly trickled in. Two more Ravenclaws showed up that Harry believed were called Stephen Cornfoot and Keven Entwhistle. A Hufflepuff named Megan Jones showed up next. Several Sytherins showed up as after her. One of them Harry recognized as Blaise Zabini from when he had spied on Malfoy in sixth year on the train. The other two were Theodore Nott and a girl that he believed he had heard Parkinson call Daphne.

Then he had to show up. Sliding down into a seat next to Zabini and in front of Nott and Daphne, Malfoy leaned back in his seat, a small smirk on his face, looking as arrogant as ever.

Harry wondered to himself why he was so interested in Malfoy all of a sudden. He had bothered him before true but never vso much so as now. Was it because of Ginny that he was so angry? It's true that Ginny being friends with Malfoy infuriated him, perhaps more than her being in Slytherin did. But was that it?

You jealous, a voice spoke up in his mind. You can tell that she likes him just from the way that she was acting towards him at breakfast today. Like she was his girlfriend, sitting all close to him and smiling sweetly at him.

That's impossible, Harry thought. I like Ginny sure, but how can I be jealous of her being friends with Draco Malfoy here? This world doesn't exist. It's all my imagination.

You keep telling yourself that, the voice said.

Harry scowled.

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After Arithmancy Harry was done with classes for the morning. The next class he had was Transfiguration and that wasn't for another two hours. He headed down to the Great Hall only to hear someone shout after him.

“Robert! Hey Robert1”

Harry froze in his tracks. That voice was horribly familiar, and it did nothing to put him in good spirits. Feeling his temper reach it's peak, he pulled out his wand and whirled on the spot.

“You,” he hissed, glaring at the witch in front of him. “What are you doing here? What do you want?

The witch had been walking towards him when suddenly she stopped. “What do you mean what am I doing here? I work here in case you have forgotten,” she snapped, looking furious. “And as for your other question what do you think I want? You were in the hospital wing for the past few days, I was just going to ask if you were all right.”

“AND WHY WOULD YOU CARE,” Harry yelled.

“BECAUSE I'M YOUR AUNT YOU RETART! IT'S MY JOB TO CARE!”

Harry froze. Of course he thought, if Draco Malfoy is my cousin it's only through my Mum's side of the family. His mother, my Mum's sister, is my Aunt and so is...

He glanced at the furious black-haired witch standing before him. No, he thought, she can't be.

It was true. If Narcissa Malfoy was his Aunt then so was Bellatrix Lestrange.

Don't worry, he said to himself. It isn't true. Noe of it is. Just keep teling yourself that. You are not related to the Malfoys or Bellatrix. Your parents are dead and Ginny is not a Slytherin with a possible crush on Draco Malfoy. She is a Gryffindor was happens to like you and you like her back.

You are not related to them, not to any of them, especially not to...

Harry took one look at the witch and promptly fainted.

TBC

So how was it? I'm striving for originality here. I have read countless fanfictions with Harry having different parents, Snape, the Malfoys, Bellatrix, etc, but I have never read a fanfiction where Harry's parents were Andromeda and Ted Tonks before. I thought I'd give it a whirl, besides I think that Nympadora would make a great big sister.

If you are wondering whether or not this is a dream or real than you are in the same boat as Harry. That question won't be answered for awhile now. And as for Voldemort you will find out more in later chapters but no Neville isn't the Boy-Who-Lived here nor is Harry. Be patient.

As for the pairings sorry to all those Harry/Ginny fans but this will not be a Harry/Ginny fanficton. She does indeed like and will get with Draco later on in the story. Harry is jealous but will eventually come to terms with it. When the time is right I plan on pairing him off with Luna.

So if that's everything then have fun reading this story and please review. Bye!