Nymphadora. Nymphadora. What a horrible name.
I've always hated my name. But I guess it's better than my older brother's. Sasha Tonks. I don't know what my parents were thinking when they named my brother Sasha. Now that I think about it, my parents have unique names as well. Andromeda and Ted. I guess they gave us odd names as a way of revenge for having been given odd names as well. Thank God, we have one person in the household with a normal name. My other older brother, Aaron Tonks. That's not too bad, is it?
I'm the baby of the family. Only ten years old and more than excited to start my first year at Hogwarts. It's something I've been looking forward to since I was small. Always hearing fantastic stories about this magical place, far away that only older kids can go to. And, I'll admit I've been really jealous. I used to have temper tantrums to my mother because I didn't think it was fair that I couldn't go to Hogwarts with Sasha and Aaron.
"I should get to go, too!" I would cry, stomping my little feet against the tiled kitchen floor. "I'm big enough! I can do it!"
"Honey," my mother would croon, pulling me into her warm embrace, where my little body fit perfectly. "It'll be your time eventually. Just be patient."
My mother is a very beautiful lady. Her dark brown hair and eyes always made me think of a mystery. She has deep smile lines around her mouth and a very thin, lank frame. I've seen pictures of her in her youth, such as her wedding photo. Her arm wrapped around my father's, smiling and waving, looking like a goddess in her white dress. Ever since I was small, I've always wanted to grow up to be like my mother. I wanted to look like her, live like her, have a husband who loves me as much as my dad loves her.
But, as I've grown, my attention has changed from my mother to my brothers. She is always there, my rock, keeping me true to who I am, but has definitely been put on the back burner due to my obsession with growing up.
When Sasha went to Hogwarts five years ago, I honestly thought I would miss him. He's my oldest brother, the perfect image of what someone would want to grow up to be. Tall, handsome, smart, and responsible. Well, I was wrong about missing him. I still had Aaron to deal with and trust me, Aaron isn't very fun to deal with when he's bored. He's more of the problem child, almost a mirror image of my father, the complete opposite of Sasha. In comparison to Sasha's light, honey colored hair, always styled up and perfect, Aaron has black hair, almost always hanging in his eyes. He's stronger than Sasha, short and more built, almost like a bull. Surprisingly, I get along better with Aaron. Sasha always seems to be reprimanding us, keeping us in line.
Then, when Aaron went, two years after Sasha, I got jealous, and very, very lonely. I was jealous that my two big brothers got to go off to school to learn magic and I had to stay home and do nothing with my mum. Those two years were more boring than anything I've ever experienced in my life. It was always exciting when my brothers would come home during the holidays, and I got a break from my boredom. But, before I knew it, my happiness would be stolen as they went back to school, and I would go back to my banal daily life, dreaming about what it would be like to be off at Hogwarts.
But this year, it's my turn! It's finally my year to leave the nest and travel off to Hogwarts, learning magic, making friends and memories. Aaron told me it's been the best two years of his life, and he can't wait to start his third.
Sasha is almost done with his time at Hogwarts, going into his fifth year top of his class and a prefect of Gryffindor house. My parents couldn't have been more proud of him the day he got his letter announcing his new position of prefect. Aaron just rolled his eyes, and left the living room to get a drink from the kitchen. When I asked him why he acted the way he did later, he explained that prefects are the worst. They patrol the corridors, yelling at you for anything, taking points from your house and giving you detention. I didn't know how to respond to his statement, so I didn't answer, slipping from his room and back into mine.
It is the morning of August 28th, 1971. My parents always wait last minute to go Hogwarts shopping, dragging us all out of bed early to beat the rush in Diagon Alley. Why they do this, I couldn't tell you, but it's been tradition ever since Sasha's first year.
I'll admit, waking up is hard. I've never been a morning person, always the night owl of the family. I drag myself downstairs, still half asleep, and slide into my seat at the breakfast table.
"Good morning, Dora," my father says, ruffling my hair affectionately.
"'Morning," I mutter, watching as my mother slides a plate of eggs in front of me. I immediately start eating, savoring the goodness of my mother's food. I realize, as I'm eating, that I won't be eating my mother's cooking for long while in a few days. I'm not worried, though, Aaron told me the food at Hogwarts is fabulous.
"Good morning, all," Sasha says, taking a seat opposite me. "You ready, Tonks?"
"I was born ready," I reply saucily, smiling over at him. He gives me a half smile before turning to his plate.
"Mum, why do we have to get up so early?" Aaron whines, entering the kitchen and taking a seat next to me.
"Because, Aaron," my mother says, sliding sausage onto his plate. "I don't want to be caught in crowds all day. I want to get in and out as fast as possible."
"Okay, okay," Aaron says, acting as any grumpy thirteen year-old would.
After I'm done eating breakfast, I excuse myself from the table and steal away to my room, getting dressed and standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection.
"What hairstyle am I gonna go for today…?" I mutter to myself. I try short and curly, I try straight blonde shoulder-length, but eventually go for wavy waist-length hair. I keep it my natural mousy brown, but I don't see anything wrong with that. It's something I don't usually do, something my mother doesn't particularly like. She prefers me to be natural, when I prefer to have different hair colors, such as ginger, blonde, black, etc.
My brothers have always envied me for being a Metamorphagus. I honestly enjoy it; it makes me unique, it makes me who I am. When I was little, it took me a while to get used to being able to change my appearance at will. I used to use it to fool my mother and father. I would morph myself to look like the other parent and do all kinds of things. I once got my mum to buy me a toy broom because my dad said I should get one for 'being such a good kid.' I never heard the end of it when she found out.
After I decide on my hair, I hurry downstairs and pull on my trainers. I get up, trip, then continue my way into the living room where my family is passing around the floo powder pot.
"Sasha, you go first," my mum instructs, handing him the pot. "Don't forget to be back at the Leaky Cauldron at 2 two o'clock!"
"I promise I wont forget," Sasha said with a small smile, taking a handful of powder and passing the pot back to my mother. "I promise to keep this one out of trouble as well." He motions to Aaron.
"Where's the fun with that?" Aaron mutters, standing with my father's hands on his shoulders.
"You better behave Aaron, or no new broom. And that means no Quidditch this year." my father warns, pulling him to the side so he can glare down at him.
"Pfft. Fine," Aaron says, rolling his eyes. My mother sighs in exasperation.
"See you at two, dear," she says as Sasha throws the powder into the fireplace, yells "Diagon Alley!" and spins out of sight.
"I'll go next," Aaron says, stepping up and taking a handful of powder.
"No mischief, Aaron," my father warns.
"No mischief, Dad," Aaron assures with a tip of the head, and does the same as Sasha.
After we watch Aaron disappear, my mum goes, then me, then my dad. While Aaron and Sasha get to shop with their friends, I have to shop with my parents. I fee like a complete and total loser walking down Diagon Alley between my mother and father.
We get my wand from Olivander's, we get my books from Flourish and Blot's, we get my quills, and cauldron. We get potion ingredients, robes, and parchment. We get everything a first year could possibly need. We are exhausted, and ready to go home.
My first ever trip to Diagon Alley for me is complete. I feel like a big kid, walking down the street with my wand box and other parcels. I can see it now, me learning magic with this very wand. I guess you could say I'm in my own little world.
As we're walking back toward the Leaky Cauldron to meet Sasha and Aaron, two boys run right through us in the direction of the ice cream shop. I get pushed into my mum and my dad gets pushed into a little old wizard walking down the street.
"Hey!" my dad calls after the boys. They slowly turn around to look at us, both wearing mischievous grins. One boy has round glasses and dark, messy hair. The other has bright grey eyes and crazy curly hair.
"Sorry mister," the boy with glasses says, clearly not sorry for what just occurred, but feeling obliged to say sorry anyways.
"Watch where your going!" my mother scolds, looking at them with terrible dislike. "Where are your parents?"
"Umm… well, my parents aren't here. Sorry can't help ya," the curly-haired kid says, looking expectantly over at his mate.
"Mine are, uh, just in that shop over there, waiting for us," the bespectled boy says, jerking his head towards the ice cream shop. "We're going to meet them now."
"Ugh," my father says, dusting off his robes. "Run along, kids."
They smirk at each other and run off. That wouldn't be the last time I saw those mischievous smirks.
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