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Hogwarts Years of a young rebel. Nymphadora Tonks (c. 1973 – 2 May, 1998) more commonly known as Tonks, occasionally Dora, was a half-blood witch and the only child of Ted and Andromeda Tonks (née Black). She was a Metamorphmagus and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1984-1991. She was Sorted into Hufflepuff House and was in the same year at Hogwarts as Gryffindor Charlie Weasley. After leaving Hogwarts, Tonks joined the Ministry of Magic and trained to become an Auror under the watchful eye of Alastor Moody, qualifying in 1994. Unlike most other wizards and witches, Tonks possessed the ability to change her physical appearance without the need for a potion or a spell to assist. With simply a thought, Tonks was capable of changing her facial features, nose shape, and even the colour of her hair and eyes or even her entire form as evidenced by her ability to take the form of Professor Binns, a ghost. She used this ability both to entertain people and to stop people from recognising her. This rare skill was invaluable for espionage, and she also passed the disguise and concealment portion of her Auror training without any studying. Tonks had demonstrated a talent in Charms. She could cast a corporeal Patronus, which was a very advanced piece of magic. Besides this, she was one of only a handful of people who knew how to use a Patronus as a means of communication. In 1995, she effectively cast a Scouring Charm to clean Hedwig's cage, and used another charm to pack Harry's belongings before leaving Privet Drive. She was also able to cast the Shield Charm, as a means of protection. As is the case with most wizards and witches, Tonks' wand is among her most valued magical possessions. Nymphadora's wand is of unknown length, wood, and core materials. This wand was manufactured by Garrick Ollivander sometime before 1984. She wielded this wand throughout her career as a Auror.

Auror and the Order Nearly failed on stealth and tracking. I'm dead clumsy! Did you hear me break that plate downstairs? After passing a series of character tests that exam practical skills and how well candidates react under pressure, Tonks then underwent three years of Auror training under the tutelage of Alastor Moody. Tonks's natural metamorphic abilities allowed her to easily pass the Concealment and Disguise portion of the training without doing any work or study at all. However, her clumsiness gave her trouble with the Stealth and Tracking portion of the course. She admitted to Harry Potter that she almost failed, as she had a habit of breaking items. Tonks qualified fully as an Auror in 1994, she was one of the last ones taken on. With the return of Lord Voldemort in 1995, Tonks was one of the few Ministry employees to be convinced of the truth, rather than accepting the Ministry lie that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had not returned. She joined the reconstituted Order of the Phoenix, and, alongside Kingsley Shacklebolt, worked as a covert operative inside the Ministry, feeding the Order information. Tonks had to be careful around the Ministry, though, as indiscreet actions would have seen her lose her position as an Auror. She was considered a considerable asset to the Order. She also took shifts guarding Harry Potter's prophecy in the Department of Mysteries, along with other members of the Order. In the summer of 1995, Tonks was part of the Order's Advance Guard sent to escort Harry Potter from 4 Privet Drive to 12 Grimmauld Place, after his encounter with Dementors in Little Whinging. In order to lure the Dursleys from the house so they could retrieve Harry Potter, Tonks sent a letter via the Muggle post, informing them that they had been short-listed in the "All-England Best Kept Suburban Lawn Competition." With the Dursleys out of the way, the Advance Guard arrived to protect Harry during the journey to London. Tonks befriended the young wizard immediately, helping him pack his trunk, although she was not very good with household spells, something at which her mother excelled. She was also impressed by his Firebolt broomstick. During the broomstick flight to Grimmauld Place, Tonks flew in the lead of the formation and convinced Moody to land immediately instead of doubling back. Tonks continued to serve the Order of the Phoenix, but she had become withdrawn and depressed. The change in personality — and her seeming difficulties in controlling her metamorphic abilities — was noted by those around her. Harry once met her in the halls after she had abandoned her guard post in Hogsmeade and "come bursting in to see Dumbledore, if that's really why she was here". This may have been linked to a werewolf attack on a five year old boy. Tonks also underwent physical changes, including her hair becoming mousy brown and lank, and she also became thinner. Some, including Hermione and Harry, thought the change in her mood and appearance was caused by the death of her cousin, Sirius, since she had been fighting his murderer, Bellatrix, and had failed to stop her, and thus might be feeling guilty. However, there was more than one reason for it, and yet another cause of her depression was her love for Remus Lupin. He felt a relationship with her would be disastrous for her; he was too dangerous as a werewolf, too old for her, and too poor. Tonks confided her feelings to Molly Weasley, and was often at the Burrow for "tea and sympathy". Her feelings also caused her Patronus to change its form to that of a wolf, although its large, shaggy intermediate form only reinforced Harry's "Sirius" theory. With the news that Lord Voldemort had returned being confirmed by the Ministry, Hogwarts received a team of Aurors to help protect the castle from any threats. Tonks was part of the task force and was stationed in Hogsmeade. On 1 September, she rescued Harry from being sent back to London in one of the carriages on the Hogwarts Express, where he had been incapacitated by Draco Malfoy, then covered with his Invisibility cloak, and escorted him to the school gates. Tonks often patrolled the corridors of Hogwarts at the request of Albus Dumbledore, when he knew he would be away from the school, searching for information regarding Voldemort's Horcruxes. She also patrolled Hogsmeade and met Harry shortly after he had confronted Mundungus Fletcher, when the latter was trying to sell items from Grimmauld Place to Aberforth Dumbledore. When Neville Longbottom had raised the call to arms for Dumbledore's Army and the Order of the Phoenix to fight against the Death Eaters in the Battle of Hogwarts, Tonks initially did not answer the call. She was staying with her mother, Andromeda, and her infant son Teddy. However, she could not stand not knowing what was happening while Remus was fighting. She Apparated to the Hog's Head and travelled through the makeshift tunnel in the bar and into the Room of Requirement. She then joined the battle and fired spells down at Death Eaters from a window of the castle, along with Ginny, before asking Aberforth Dumbledore if he had seen Remus. He replied that he was duelling Antonin Dolohov and had not been seen since and she rushed off to find him, it is unknown if she ever did. During the battle, Nymphadora was killed by her own aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, in the third of their duels. Tonks's death was avenged by Molly Weasley when she in turn killed Bellatrix. Tonks' body was laid out, pale and peaceful looking, in the Great Hall next to her husband, who had died at the hands of Dolohov. Tonks's, Remus's, Colin Creevey's and Fred Weasley's deaths caused Harry great pain before and after his ultimate defeat of Lord Voldemort. Teddy would be raised by Tonks's mother, Andromeda, though he would dine at Harry's and the Weasleys' homes three or four times a week. Teddy also seemed to have a close relationship with Bill Weasley's daughter, Victoire Weasley, making it possible that he could become an official member of the family Tonks herself had been so close to.

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η. TONKS's Friend Space η. TONKS has 99 friends. ναgαвση∂; ♛вraтмaѕ ĸιng View η. TONKS's Friends: All | Online | New η. TONKS's Friends Comments Displaying 10 of 49 comments (View All | Add Comment) —𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ⛧ Oct 30th 2022 - 11:25 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User My my my, I do hope you have a beautifully wicked, Halloween! However it is you spend it, I hope its enjoyed and you make sure to remain safe!  Whether we are alone or not, always remember we can enjoy any holiday and day we love within the company of ourselves. I'm sending this to make sure you remember that you're important, I see you, I appreciate you and you matter! I hope you never lose sight on that, and if you do, I hope you come back to it right away. All my love and light, you bright, spooktastic and ghoulish soul! Remember to always stay spooky! heh. Arasil Constance / SPOOKYdarling 🖤🦇✨🪄 ναgαвση∂; Jun 24th 2022 - 4:13 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User It’s been so long since Remus has been touched in such a fashion that he freezes, all stiff and standing at his full height, before melting into the gesture.  This is nice.  It reminds him of another life.  Remus has never been particularly free with physicality for reasons most obvious to him, but the Marauders certainly did not allow his hands-off approach to friendship.  Narry a day went by without someone grabbing him, pulling him into an embrace, or having an impromptu wrestling match for no reason whatsoever.  Arms encircle her small frame, both fearful and grateful for the reminder of what it was like — of what it could be like.  Lip is still bleeding.  He tongues it, mouth responding to copper and the throbbing ache.  It’s an odd sort of pain.  He should leave it alone and yet the desire for the sensation to be stronger exists.  Maybe it is the distraction. To say Clem’s words are confusing would be an understatement, but of all things Remus can tell they are sincere.  And so are his. “So come with me.” It’s a crazy thing to suggest. Utterly mental. He’s a monster and she’s a girl he could (and may yet) devour.  Such care had been taken to keep distance between himself and others.  What came out of his mouth was in direct contrast of everything he’d built up for himself since the war. “I loathe being alone.” There it is.  It’s an admission that was felt every minute of every day, but never, ever had it been spoken aloud.  It was too selfish.  Too careless.  Too much. ναgαвση∂; May 18th 2022 - 9:44 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User He’s said something wrong. She isn’t smiling anymore.  Maybe he was being weird.  Maybe this is what happens when you pull yourself out of civilization for too long and then try to return….but not fully return.  Just halfway.   “I will write you every single day,” What? “I have a wonderful owl.” Did she say she’d write every day? “He only has—one leg.”   What have I done?  Did I make her cry?  Did I make someone else cry?   No. No, she’s laughing?  Sort of laughing?  Sort of laugh-crying? “Can I come visit you?”   W A I T. “Nowhere would be too far.” W  A  I  T  . “I…” You what? “…I don’t exactly know where I am going yet.”  I never know.  It’s better if I don’t know.  I’d be tempted to…. Tempted to what? Her hair is turning brown. “Or if that’s—if that’s not okay, would you meet me here again one day?  If we’re both old and haggard and need a drink, of course.  I just—well, I have a feeling we could use a great many of those.  Don’t you?” He did. He’s suddenly scared. Terrified. They’d never see each other again. She would not write. He wouldn’t either. This is a page in someone else’s book. This is someone else’s fairytale.  He’s asleep and dreaming. Teeth clamp down on bottom lip in an attempt to wake himself.  The result is not rousing on the cot in the back room of the pub.  Instead, it’s a bleeding lip, now beginning to swell. “Mmhm.” Bit muffled, but his lower lip’s been pulled into his mouth in an attempt to hide his stupidity. “I’d like that.” Better.  Pressure’s applied to his mouth with the back of his hand.  This shields the majourity of his face, but eyes are visible. They’re not as green as Clem’s hair was. ναgαвση∂; May 18th 2022 - 4:45 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User “I found him,” Of course she did. Her cleverness had been obvious from the start.  At least it was to Remus.  “But he… Well, he had to go away again. His way, I guess. He told me he’d come back this time.  I’m sure he was lying. More to himself. That makes it a little easier to bear, huh?” No. No it didn’t make anything easier to bear. He knew. He knew that to be fact.  No one knew better than Remus Lupin how little lying helped. “I have high hopes for you both, even now, but your someone sounds like an idiot to me.” No, he sounds like a coward. “Forgive my rudeness. It’s….not characteristic of my usual demeanor, but….” But what?  She doesn’t need to know your life story, Lupin.   But true kindness is rare. “Do you need help, Remus?  Will you tell me if you do?” That stops him dead in his tracks.  Again, she’s studied.  Again, Remus has spoken more in this one exchange than any other since their last parting.  Help?  Of course he needs help.  The loneliness is crippling.  It physically hurts to feel so alone. To be so alone. But it is what he deserves. He could have saved them.  He should have saved them.  His kind is not built for happiness. There is simply too much violence within. Too much desperate destruction.   “Maybe.”  The single word feels odd on his tongue, like he’s never used it before.  Normally, an offer for help would be gratefully refused.  How could she possibly help anyway?  “I’m leaving here soon. I haven’t told anyone yet, but suspect I’ll be gone before…”  Before the next full moon.  “…month’s end.”  First, a visit to his father.  He’s not seen him since the funeral and that is downright shameful.  Remus was full of shame nowadays anyway.  He simply was not ready to face the house without his mother in it because then it would be real just like putting James and Lily in the ground was real.  Just like eulogizing Pete was real.  Then, he would move on.  West.  Northwest to another seaside town, this time Welsh. There was plenty he could do with his hands and something about the sea helped to quell the pull the forest always had on him.  Maybe it was the repetition.  High tides and low.  Cycles. Plus, the sea was also ruled by the moon.  His greatest fear.  They were both slaves to it.   “Could I write you?”  It had to be a strange request, but writing letters to the dead was downright masochism.  Still, Remus endured.  “And would you write me?”  He’s never been so forward in his life.  Not with someone so unknown.   Maybe it felt safer this way. ναgαвση∂; May 18th 2022 - 1:47 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User It must be painful. That fall. Her knees. Remus can see it in her eyes.  She hurts.  The fact that she hurts keeps him rooted in place even when he’s touched.  She must need the support.  An anchor.  Lupin’s always been an anchor of sorts, which makes this lifestyle so difficult.  He kept his friends in order…..together….to the best of his ability until they were all pulled apart from one another, picked off one by one. Wherever he went, roots began to plant themselves in spite of wishes, therefore each departure felt like a small death.  The death of a life; the person he had become to people that had grown familiar.  A path begun, but not taken. Not fully.  Never fully.  This seaside town is the one Remus has stayed in the longest. …sweet thing? She’s so small.  The hand on his shoulder has everything from that spot upwards feeling warm. It’s been there a while. She’s studied.  Emerald hair.  His favorite color. Any form of green holds comfort for Remus and therefore it’s ever-present in wardrobe.  Tonight, the jumper worn is that item - a second hand RAF jumper, well-worn, wool, and incredibly warm. The wind off the water can be brutal, especially at night and tonight felt like one of those nights.   She won’t look at me. Maybe her mind is elsewhere. With him? He’s never been anyone’s sweet anything.  Maybe his mum, but that’s different and thinking of her hurts worse than the morning after a transformation.  The squeeze breaks that train of thought and he is grateful. “Where were you going?” Where was he going? He was going somewhere.  Somewhere he was needed.  Somewhere he could be of use. “Can I come with you?”  A blink. Remus must look confused. Slow. The half smile remains. “The docks. Several of the boats will be mooring overnight and they will need help unloading their catch and any broken or damaged equipment. Or broken men. It can be dangerous work. And I need a job, so…” A step in the direction of his former path answers her question.  She isn’t moving.  Maybe his answer wasn’t obvious.  Maybe he had to make it obvious. She isn’t a seer after all.  “Of course, you can.” Humans are so fragile.  The human in him broke so easily.  The other barely felt pain. “I like your hair.” The scent of salty air coupled with the screeching of birds was an indicator that they were close.  The sea birds were always active. It could be afternoon or the middle of the night, their hunger was a constant driver.  “I’ve always been partial to green.” Very much so. “You came back.” She came back.  “I thought…. “  What did he think, exactly?  Whatever it was, it’s gone now. “Do you need help?  Finding your someone?” He was leaving soon anyway. Surely, he could take some time to help Clementine if she needed it.  Maybe Remus could put his talents to work.  ναgαвση∂; May 18th 2022 - 9:37 AM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User It’s a funny thing.  Sometimes, if Lupin thinks of someone hard enough, he can hear them speak in his mind.  It’s a bit of what-would-that-person-say, but with an inner monologue of their words, their inflections and tone. It’s a comfort because, in a way, it means Peter, James, and Lily haven’t left him - not completely.  Lily speaks to him often. There are times where she is right and proper angry with certain decisions, just as she would be in life.  It’s uncanny.  Remus always knows what will upset her.  Of course, he does it anyway.  James is boisterous, barking out laughter when Rem dares to knock someone over with a quip or, in more urgent times, when Remus is pulling someone out of the sea during a storm. “Knocked over like dominoes! Look at them fall, mate. Better stack them again.” Tonight, as one foot finds its place in front of the other against a mix of sand and stone, he cannot help but hear Clementine’s voice.  Nothing major.  Just saying his name.  It’s likely a small thing because Remus doesn’t know her well, not well enough to determine what she would say or do in any given situation like he does with the others. “Remus…” It doesn’t sound bad in her mouth.  Odd, but not bad.  Best get to the rounds, checking if anyone needs help mooring at the end of the night. Bringing in a day’s or week’s catch takes multiple sets of hands and if someone is injured, it can really be a struggle. This is where he often comes in, an extra set of hands. Strong hands. And he’ll usually get a few quid for it. Now would be an excellent time for a few quid.  A couple more jobs, proper jobs, and he’d be off.  The decision had been made before meeting Clem and it felt even more urgent now.  Ties weren’t beginning to form here, ties were already looped and knotted…and it was time to unravel them.   Nan would be upset, though she might not show it in words.  Remus was still trying to figure out how to tell her. “Hey!” Wait. That wasn’t in his head. It echoed off of stone and there were footsteps.  Real footsteps, not the ghost of footsteps in his mind. “Remus, is that you?” It’s definitely, absolutely and positively him and it might just absolutely and positively be her too.  It might just be.  Only one way to find out and the turn back over his shoulder confirms it.   “Hi!”  How strange!  What uncanny timing! Is he smiling?  Yes, yes he absolutely is!  A step in her direction.  If she weren’t so far…if the gap between them wasn’t so great, he might have had a shot at catching Clem before she fell, but no such luck.  Still, he makes the effort to erase that space quickly, frown replacing smile as her knees are studied. “I thought—“  “Are you bleeding?” She is definitely bleeding.  “I have something for that.”  Always carried, often used.  “It’s just in my — “ “I thought I’d lost you.” Lost me? Words halt, but hand wraps around the tube of healing salve. It grounds him. Brings reality back and hard. This tube is a lifeline.  It’s knitted skin back together too many times to count. “I thought I might have missed you.” Right. “You nearly did, actually.  I’m glad you didn’t.”  A pause.  A necessary grounding pause helps to clear his head a touch. The tube is handed over.  It’s small. Unmarked. It could be anything.  “That should fix your knees up properly. You can hang on to it. I have others.”  Many others, actually.   Too many to count.   “Nan and I were just speaking of you.”  A possibility rises to the surface of emotions and thought.  “Are…?  Are you a Seer?”  That would be WICKED. ναgαвση∂; May 17th 2022 - 1:50 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User “Chin up, boy!  The lass may return yet.” Remus was being a terrible conversationalist, even for him, and Nan deserved better.  He’d silently eaten the few bites of stew stomach could manage with thoughts finding the path Nan’d mentioned in spite of himself.   “I hardly think so. She was looking for someone.” The way Nan’s brows rose gave away her curiosity as did the absolute pause in sweeping. Best to satiate that curiosity to the best of his ability. “A man.” The bruising from his most recent transformation was beginning to fade.  Scabs had given way to the start of new scars.  The majority were covered by layers of clothing, but the tricky part was the more he wore, the thinner Remus looked.  One would think the opposite would be the case.  Not so. The American witch was given a lot of thought after they’d went their separate ways.  Remus hadn’t spoken so much in years and for those shared moments, he felt as near to himself as the times before the war.  It was something Remus never expected to feel again. Their time together became a small vacation from reality and it wasn’t so much that he yearned for another break…no.  He didn’t deserve it.  Moreso, the unknown had been driving him crazy.  Was she alright?  Did she find him?  Did they work out?  It was like getting to the final few chapters of a book only to discover pages had been torn out. Remus could never abandon a book mid-way.   And yeah, okay. She was pretty. He hated that word.  Pretty.  It felt too inadequate a description for anyone. And it certainly fell far short when considering Clementine’s eyes. “I do hope she found him.” Forever the romantic when it came to other people.  That was Remus John Lupin. Nan began moving again, making a path with the broom in his direction.  It took some time and in the silence, Remus studied his spoon and wondered just how many others had sampled stew in such a way before.  He’d have to get on a fishing boat soon. He was running out of money again and just about feeling strong enough - or at the very least, strength would return in another night or two. That was plenty of time for getting the word out about his availability and interest. There’d be at least three offers. Sometimes, there were five. Remus had a reputation. A good one, even. “A boyfriend, hmm? Why’d they be apart, I wonder?” Nan and him both.  The elder witch banged out the dustpan into the bin and hurried it back behind the doors to the kitchen before reappearing with clean hands and a smile. Remus was still wondering and the possibilities were ticked off audibly.   “A misunderstanding?  People have them all the time…”  At least they did in his books.  In the works of Shakespeare, of the Brontes, of Blake, misunderstandings led to bruised feelings and beautiful reunions.  “…but I am willing to bet that they worked theirs out.  Something about her made me think she’s skilled at hunting people down - even those that might not wish to be found.”  A shrug. This was the most they’d discussed the stranger since she appeared and then disappeared just as quickly. “Don’t get many strangers in ‘ere, do we? That one was an oddball if I ever seen one.” Remus nodded. She did seem out of place here, but so did he.  It was refreshing. “You said that about me once, Nan.”   .Potter. Apr 5th 2022 - 10:14 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User AU: Tonks and Lupin are still alive in my world. This takes place, a few weeks after the war, where Harry is still trying to figure out what to do next with his life. It had been several weeks since the demise of Voldemort. Several weeks of never ending funerals, for the people that had passed away. He had greeted and said his condolensces to so many people, that it was overwhelming. He didn't feel like a hero or a savior. He didn't feel like he should've been thanked for anything. So many lives had been lost. The guilt had plagued him, but he didn't want to bother anyone with his sorrows. Nor did he want people to feel sorry for him. He had lost pretty much everything. His parents, and his godfather so long ago. At least he had Lupin and Tonks. The last of the Mauraders so to speak. He had still yet to meet his godson Teddy properly. Sighing at the mere thought of everything, he knew he had to figure out what to do next. He wanted no part with the ministry, even though there had been several ministry officials wanting him to work for the Auror department. Something he thought wasn't worth his time, at least not for the seeable future. He had no real place to call home, then again he wasn't even sure of who his true family was. From the moment he re-entered back into the Wizarding World, the only thing that was on his mind, was to kill the one person who had ripped him from growing up normally. Family. It was the one thing he didn't even know the true meaning of, sure he had the Weasleys hospitality, whenever he visited during the summer. But he never felt like he truly belonged. And even now, with everything that had transpired, he didn't even know how to come to them. He felt guilty for them losing Fred. It was his fault. No one could tell him different. He had no real place to hide from everyone, so he stayed in the Gryffindor tower, in his own musings. Sleep hadn't been on his mind, well it had, but he was afraid to close his eyes. Afraid of the nightmares that would show its ugly self. So he forced himself to stay awake, pretending he was still on the run. Running his hands through his hair, he stared off into the roaring fire, watching the flames dance in the pit, that he hadn't heard anyone come through the door to the common room. —𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ⛧ Oct 31st 2021 - 11:37 PM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User HAPPY HALLOWEEN, DARLING! ♥  I hope it is daunting good fun!   xo, Arasil.  𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 May 9th 2021 - 1:57 AM Send Comment - Send Message - Block User You never stole my magic. You /are/ my magic. You are no freak of nature because nature comes in many colors, all beautiful and wild and free. A spirit that came out alive and ready, fists swinging and they never stopped. Quick learner of your surroundings and an unmatched ability of loyalty and trust that do put your biggest threats to shame because they've known no friendship and love like yours. The biggest, 'bad-arse', heart in the world. Happy Mothers Day, my love. -Your mum. Add Comment