"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." ― Robert A. Heinlein
The idea that my three best friends became illegal animagi for me is still hard to fathom even now a few hours later. We sit in James's room, passing chocolate frogs and Bertie Bot's among the four of us, talking about girls, summer, and school.
"How're you and Evans, James?" Peter questions, throwing some Bertie Bot's in his mouth.
"Well…" James says, blushing as Sirius nudges him in the ribs. "Let's just say she's playing hard-to-get."
"As in, she completely rejected him," Sirius adds, chuckling.
"No, she did not," James says, trying very hard to cover his ass. "She said 'Potter, if you ever ask me out again, I'll hex you into next Tuesday!' which isn't necessarily a rejection!"
"That's a rejection, mate," I say, taking a swig of butterbeer, laughing. It was the first time I'd spoken all night.
"Oh, so how are your girl problems then? Eh? Wanna make fun of me now?" James says tauntingly.
"I… honestly don't know," I say, solemnly.
"What do you mean?" Sirius questions, calming down a bit from the flippant atmosphere of a few moments ago.
"I…" I say, looking down into my lap, debating whether or not to tell them this. It can't hurt can it? I mean, they're my best mates. "I told her I loved her."
"What?" James exclaims, jaw to the floor. I look around at the three of them and they're all wearing identical expressions of shock, horror, and weird sense of pride.
"I wrote to her and…. I told her I loved her," I say, chortling in disbelief at my own actions.
"Remus, my dear friend," Sirius says, sideling over with a bottle of butterbeer in hand. "You never tell a girl you love them this early on!"
"But I do, Sirius!" I say, in exasperation.
"How do you know?" James asks, taking a swig of butterbeer. "I don't deny that you are, I just want to know."
"Well…" I say, and go off on an explanation of my talk with Oliver. For some reason, my story must've captivated them because they all sit there with intent listening expressions on their faces. When I'm done, they all sit and stare at me for a long while. I wait with baited breath. Would they think I'm some fool?
"That's deep, mate," Sirius says, breaking the silence.
"I know," I say, shaking a little bit, thinking of her. "And I want to tell her face to face."
"Remus, are you sure that's a good idea?" Peter asks.
"I don't care," I say. "I need to tell her now. You saw her behavior after the ball, didn't you? I don't think she'll be angry."
"I can agree with that," Sirius says.
"I don't mean to sound so conceited here, but I do really think she loves me back."
"What did respond?" James asks.
"I… didn't get a reply," I admit embarrassingly.
"I want to know her response to that," Sirius says, smirking a little bit. "'How teenage girls react to proclaims of love.' That should be a book."
"I agree," James says, chuckling.
"Well, we all know you two are destined to be together," Peter says, smirking.
"Hey, be quiet," I say, blushing and throwing a pillow at him.
"What?" he says, attempting to catch the pillow and failing miserably; it hits him square in the face. "You two have been lovebirds for months now!"
"No we have not!" I say, blushing even harder.
"Don't be embarrassed, Remus," Sirius says. "We've been through this before. She's a pretty girl. You know I approve."
"Oh, shut up," I say, cracking a smile. "I do really like her."
"And you'll have us three to help you out!" James says, walking over and swinging an arm around my shoulder. "We'll help you with your lady troubles." He smirks.
"Thanks guys," I say, smiling meekly.
"Here's to an exciting year in love, friendship, and animagi," James says, arm still slung around my shoulders, raising his butterbeer high. We all raise our bottles to meet his and say "Here, here!" and drink deeply. I do agree, this is going to be a great year.
The end of summer comes way too quickly for my liking. I'm going to miss spending hot summer days with Aaron down at the creek, cooling off; I'll miss riding our bikes down the dirt lane in the woods, making jokes and having picnics; most of all, I'll miss not worrying about Remus. I hadn't answered his letter, and I didn't plan on it. I can't respond to that in a letter. This was going to have to be done in person.
Since Sasha wasn't going to Hogwarts this year, he wouldn't be accompanying us on our trip to Diagon Alley. Instead, he went job hunting. He wanted to work in the Ministry, but finding a job there was getting harder every day. Lord Voldemort was gaining followers, and quickly, making everything a struggle.
On the morning of September the 1st, I get up extra early to get ready. Not that I feel as if I have to impress Remus, but I want to look really nice for him anyways. I take the time to put on some makeup, do my hair, wear flattering clothes. I'm turning 14 anyways. For some reason, today I wanted to stand out. I wanted to be able to be picked out from a crowd of people and they would say "Hey, look at her." I decided to make my hair the color purple today.
I know I would get many looks and questions about it, but I liked it. It makes me look fun and unique, and that was what I considered myself. I slammed my trunk shut and dragged it down the steps, one at a time thump thump thump. I eat a quick breakfast and then, I'm whisked away to the car because we're late.
"Hurry up, Nymphadora," my mother calls from the yard. I lace up my converses and rush out the door, tripping, but managing to keep from falling flat on my face.
"What's with your hair?" Aaron questions as I sit down hastily.
"What's with your hair?" I respond smartly. Never again did Aaron question me.
We speed off towards King's Cross, holding on tightly to our seats.
"Not so crowded back there this year, eh?" my father says, cutting off a huge Mac Truck.
"Uh, yes Dad, but please pay attention!" I say, heart racing.
"Sorry dears," he says, still driving like a maniac.
When we arrive at King's Cross, we have to rush out of the car, get our trunks out of the back, grab trolleys, and run like hell to Platform 9 ¾. Mordecai screeches as we make a hairpin turn around the ticket booth, and we get a lot of odd looks.
"Sorry!" Aaron yells as he runs over some young woman.
Without stopping, we crash right through the barrier onto Platform 9 ¾. The platform is nearly empty, except for parents waving their kids goodbye.
"This way!" my father directs, taking us to the luggage compartment.
"Get on! Get on!" my mother yells, opening a door for us just as the final whistle sounds. We jump on just in time.
"Bye Mum!" I yell out the window, waving at both of my parents. "Bye Dad!"
"Write a lot, you two!" my mother yells.
"Have a good year!" yells my father.
When the train makes the bend, they disappear.
"Well that was a trip from hell," Aaron mutters, running a hand through his black hair.
"I know," I say, wiping away some sweat from my brow. "I need a nap."
"Me too," Aaron says, chuckling. "Let's go find our compartments."
So, we set off down the train, and it doesn't take long for Aaron to find some of his friends.
"See ya, Tonks!" he says, ruffling my purple hair.
"See you later, Aaron!" I say, and continue down the train. I know the boys have to be around here somewhere.
"Hey! Chickadee, down here!" I hear someone yell. I know it has to be Sirius.
"Hey!" I respond, turning around to see him and James coming towards me.
"There you are!" James says, reaching me and pulling me into a huge hug.
"Glad to see you too," I say as he squeezes me, lifting me off the ground. "Can't. Breathe."
"Oh," he says, releasing me. "Sorry!"
"It's fine," I say, smiling. "And here's my other best friend."
"Hey chickadee," he says, hugging me as well. "How was your summer?"
"Great!" I say, smiling. "Yours?"
"Fantastic as usual," he replies, smirking.
"Remus?" Sirius cuts me off.
"Yeah," I admit, blushing.
"How'd I know?" he says, chuckling.
"Down here, at our compartment," James explains.
"Why were you two up there if your compartment is down here?" I ask.
"We were paying a little visit to Snivellus," Sirius explains, leading me down the corridor to our compartment.
"And why?" I question, knowing this wasn't going to be good.
"Oh, we so missed him over the summer," James explains, smirking. "We had to start the year off with a bang."
"Oh no," I say. "I don't like the sound of this."
"You what?" I exclaim.
"We set a dung bomb off in his compartment," Sirius explains.
"Yes, but we had to make sure my beautiful Lily was far away from there," James adds.
"Of course," I mutter. "Typical."
"So, I offered to buy her some chocolate frogs," James continues. "She refused."
"So he forcibly took her to the candy cart and bought her a chocolate frog," Sirius says, laughing.
"I did not forcibly take her!" James exclaims.
"You grabbed her arm and dragged her there!" Sirius argues back.
"Okay, maybe I did," he admits. "But as Remus and Tonks are destined for each other, Lily and I are destined for each other!"
"What?" I exclaim, turning red.
"Only joking, Mum, calm down," James says, laughing with Sirius.
"Tonks?" I hear someone ask. A brown-haired head pokes out of a compartment ahead. I stop. "Is that you?"
It's Remus. Our eyes meet and my heart starts beating a million miles an hour.
"What happened to your-" but he can't finish his sentence because my lips have met his.
Dear God, if I was any slower, I'd be going backwards!
I'm so sorry guys! This chapter is sooo late for me! I had a huge test at the hospital yesterday (I had to swallow a camera, it was blinking when I swallowed it! And I had to wear a monitor that I carried around! I felt like Iron Man with his car battery! LOL)
But, good news, they think I'm healthy! Other good news: I just got a call from my dad, and I'm going to be an extra in a movie! So for the next few days, I'll be busy shooting (I have to shoot from 7pm to 1am one night!) so updates will be rare! Sorry guys, but I'm super excited! :D
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