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Chapter 10: Ted, Andromeda, and Nymphadora
10. Andromeda, Ted, and Nymphadora
On the first day of Christmas Break, I got off the Hogwarts Express and looked down at the picture that Tonks had sent me.
In the picture, a woman with chocolate hair and a pale, perfect, angular face had her arm around Tonks’ neck. Tonks had her hair morphed to an interesting shade of green…Christmas green. They were both wearing dorky Christmas sweaters. Andy and Tonks were laughing uncontrollably. Andy had stuck two fingers stuck behind Tonks’ head. Tonks stuck her tongue out and rapidly changed the color and shape. Then the picture cycle repeated itself.
I smiled. They looked so close. Then I frowned. I don’t have that closeness with a Mother-type anymore. Maggie was dead…
“Sera?” A musical voice called.
I turned around and saw the woman from the picture, walking towards me. Her silky chocolate brown hair had been tied up in a loose ponytail. Andy was taller than me and built like a model. She had pale, clear skin and big grey eyes. She had on a warm black coat and pants…Muggle clothes.
“Are you Mrs. Tonks?” I asked.
She smiled warmly, and stopped in front of me. “Call me Andy, please.”
“Okay, Andy.” I returned her warm smile.
“Nym told me about your Mum. I’m sorry.” Andy said.
“Are you ready to go?” Andy asked.
I nodded. “Sure,”
Andy held out her hand. “Have you Apparated before?”
“Yes…with Tonks.” I said, taking her hand, after sticking the picture of Tonks and Andy in my pocket. Now my hands were full. In one hand, I held Andy’s and in the other, I held the handle to my trunk.
“Well, then, let’s hope this is a more pleasant experience. Nymphadora isn’t the best Apparator. She’s just a tad clumsy.” Andy joked.
“Slightly,” I laughed.
“Tonks, what was so important that you had to risk me getting exposed just to talk to me?” Remus asked almost angry. He could never be truly angry with Nymphadora.
“Sera,” Tonks said simply. She was going to let him tell her what he’d done…how he’d ruined the poor girl’s life.
Remus’ eyes widened. “What? What happened? Did Greyback—?” He asked nervously, taking a step closer to Tonks.
“No, Remus. Damn.” Tonks gave up on getting Remus to tell her what he’d done to Sera. “Why did you tell Sera to push her friends away?” Tonks asked angrily. As much as she loved Remus, she could be angry at him.
“Oh. She told you?” Remus asked, stunned. He hadn’t realized that Tonks and Sera were that close. He’d only hoped.
“Yes, she told me. Sera and I have a mature, adult friendship. We tell each other things…you know…correspond…something we don’t do.” Tonks cringed. The words had just slipped out. She hadn’t meant to bring up their…friendship…relationship…whatever the hell they had.
“Nymphadora, not now…” Remus growled. He wanted Tonks. He knew that Tonks wanted him, but he was too much of a coward to act on his feelings. Tonks was fourteen years younger than he was…she wouldn’t really want an old, poor werewolf like Remus…would she?
“Sorry,” Tonks forced a smile and ran a hand though her bright red locks. “Why did you tell Sera to pull away from her friends? Honestly, I think she’s lucky that she didn’t think that you meant me, her friend outside of Hogwarts. She would have gone mad, Remus. What were you thinking? The girl needs friends!”
Remus ran his hands through his grey-streaked russet hair. “Honestly, Nym?”
“I thought it was best for her,” Remus admitted.
“How can you think that ignoring her friends is best for Sera?” Tonks practically screamed. “Sera looked horrible when I went with her to Maggie’s funeral. She looked like she’d been crying for days on end. I think she barely survived!”
“She had just lost her adoptive Mother, Nymphadora.” Remus reasoned. “How would you feel if you’d lost your Mum?”
Tonks calmed down. “Horrible, but I would’ve had friends to help me cope.” Tonks took a deep breath. “Remus, Sera respects you…more than she does me. She treats me like a friend and I’m fine with that…because we are friends. But the way she looks at you…it’s like you’re her father or something.”
Remus cringed at the word ‘father’. Remus began, “That’s because… (A/N: YOU DON”T GET TO FIND OUT UNTIL LATER IN THE STORY!!)”
Tonks’ jaw dropped.
“And she doesn’t know it,” Remus finished.
I opened my eyes. We were in a nice house…in the living room, to be exact. There was a couch, a coffee table, lamps, a Muggle Television, and a few chairs. It looked like a family of Muggles lived there, not a family of Wizards.
Then I remembered. Tonks was a half-blood. Her Dad, Ted Tonks, was a Muggle-born and her Mum, Andromeda (Black) Tonks, was a pure-blood.
I let go out Andy’s hand. She smiled warmly down at me. “You’ll be staying with Nym in her room, is that okay?”
I nodded. “As long as she doesn’t snore,” I joked as Andy led me down the hall.
“That’s the bathroom,” Andy gestured to a door beside the one we’d stopped in front of. She gestured to the room across the hall. “That’s mine and Ted’s room. And this,” she opened the door and we went inside, “is Nymphadora’s room.”
The room had white walls that were almost fully covered in Posters. There were two full sized beds, one on each side of the room. There were two black dressers, two nightstands, a black vanity, a black full length mirror, a black wardrobe, and a black desk. All of the furniture was black with paint splatters of bright colors.
It was the coolest room in the entire world.
“Cool,” I breathed.
Andy smiled. “I thought you’d like it. Dora hasn’t redecorated since she was your age. Sometimes, it seems, that’s when she stopped maturing.” Andy joked.
“I see where Tonks gets her sense of humor,” I smiled.
Andy laughed. “I’ll let you get unpacked. Dora conjured you a dresser…” Andy gestured to one of the black dressers splattered with color, “just like hers…and there is some space in her wardrobe, I’m sure. Feel free to make your self at home. Dora should be home sometime soon. I’m going to make supper.” She left the room after giving me a warm smile.
I took a deep breath and began the lengthy process of unpacking my things.
Tonks Apparated into the room, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She wrapped her arms around my neck for an oxygen-depriving hug.
“Tonks, are you okay?” I asked, once Tonks had pulled away.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just heard a sad story.” Tonks sniffed, wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, and morphed her features back to normal.
“What was it about?” I asked, following Tonks from the room.
“I’ll tell you later,” Tonks said as we entered the kitchen.
Andy was sitting at the kitchen table, randomly flicking and waving her wand, magically cooking. Some pots and pans were moving around and food was cooking itself. “Hello, Dora.” Andy smiled. She stood from the table and hugged her daughter.
“‘Dromeda? ‘Dora?” A male voice called from the living room.
Tonks’ eyes lit up. “Daddy!” She ran from the room like an eager six-year-old when her father had just gotten home from work.
Andy and I laughed.
“Sometimes, Tonks likes to act like a six-year-old,” I said as Andy and I left the kitchen.
“Most likely she acts like that because that’s how Ted treats her,” Andy said as we came to a stop in the living room. She smiled at her husband and then retreated back into the kitchen.
Tonks pulled away from a fair haired, big bellied man. I assumed that he was Ted Tonks.
The fair haired man smiled and extended a hand to me. “I’m Ted Tonks.”
I shook his hand. “I’m Sera Williams.”
“It’s lovely to meet you,” Mr. Tonks released my hand.
“You too, Mr. Tonks,” I said.
“Call me Ted,” he smiled.
“Alright, Ted.” I returned his warm smile.
Being there, with Tonks’ family, I was happier than I had been in a long time.
Good for me…I haven’t thought about Ron in a whole day. I sighed. Damnit.
“Dinner’s ready!” Andy called from the kitchen.
Tonks ran to me, took my hand, and dragged me into the kitchen.
After dinner, we sat around the kitchen table, eating Popsicles.
“So you like Hogwarts?” Ted asked, taking a bite out of a yellow Popsicle.
“Yes, I do.” Or at least I did…when I had friends. I licked the tip of my red Popsicle.
“You’re in Gryffindor, right?” Andy asked, pulling down the plastic covering of the Popsicle.
I nodded with the Popsicle in my mouth.
“My favorite cousin, Sirius, was in Gryffindor House. It was a HUGE shock to the Blacks.” Andy said sadly. She stared at the lime green Popsicle and then put in down on the table. It was clear that she’d lost her appetite.
Realizing that Sirius Black was a touchy subject, I asked Andy and Ted, “What House were you in?”
“I was in Hufflepuff,” Ted replied happily.
“I was in Slytherin,” Andy said. “It was only because I wasn’t incredibly bookish, sweet, or brave.”
There was silence.
Tonks was the one to break it.
“We’ll be off to bed.” Tonks sat her Popsicle stick down on the table and stood up. “Sera and I have a big day tomorrow. We’re going to the Weasleys’.” Tonks grinned and made a mad dash for her room.
It took me a moment to process what Tonks had said.
“What?” I squeaked. I forced a smile at Ted and Andy. “Goodnight.”
I ran from the kitchen, down the hall and to Tonks’ bedroom door. I jiggled the doorknob repeatedly. It was locked. I pulled out my wand and whispered, “ALOHOMORA.” The door unlocked itself.
“NYMPHADORA WHATEVER-YOUR-MIDDLE-NAME-IS TONKS, WHAT DID YOU DO?” I said barging into the room.
Tonks, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights, standing on her bed, froze in front of a window. “Me?” She squeaked. “Nothing.” She jumped from her bed.
“Are you scared of me?” I asked, pointing my wand at her. I wasn’t angry enough to actually do real magical harm.
She smiled sheepishly. “Um…well…Molly Weasley asked if we could come for Christmas yesterday. And I said yes.”
Mentally, I screamed, “ACCIO PILLOW!” A pillow rose up into the air and whacked Tonks on the head. She fell to the bed, laughing.
She jumped up, on her knees. “You aren’t mad?” she said hopefully.
I sighed, sitting down on the bed next to hers. “No, I guess not.” I thought for a moment. “Can’t you cancel? Say I’m sick or something?”
Tonks shook her head. “Nope. Knowing Mrs. Weasley, she’ll probably get the whole Weasley Clan to come over here.” Tonks laughed at the thought.
After minutes of silence, Tonks and I got ready for bed.
“Can you tell me the story that made you cry?” I asked, pulling the covers tightly around me, while watching Tonks do the same thing in her own bed.
Tonks yawned. “Tomorrow, Sera, tomorrow.”
It has just occured to me that I haven't put in any disclaimers. Okay, so of course I don't own most of the characters. Only the plot, Sera, and a few other characters belong to me.
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