章 1712: The Wings of a Butterfly by DecayedPac ( HP )
Summary:
I was reborn in the magical world of Harry Potter, as Nymphadora Tonks. What the hell was I going to do now?
Notes:
This would be my first Fanfic here. I know I'm not a great writer, but the idea hit me so I started writing. I've ended up making something that will be over 100,000 words. So the writing bug really got to me. So I hope you enjoy, my only goal is to maybe inspire more people to write stories like mine for me to read.
Chapter 1
As I stared up at the imposing castle from the small boats crossing the water. I looked at what was going to be my next 7 years of life.
I reflected on all the things that led me to this point in my life. Well second life.
Yes second, as if the first one wasn't complicated enough. Reincarnation existed and that's not all you see it turns out I was in a different reality, one that only existed in books and film.
Are the books and movies an exact one to one or are there just small changes that I just haven't noticed?
Many questions that I just had to live with, as I just grew in this new world.
A world where magic existed. Where werewolves, vampires, and dragons existed oh my.
I guess the begining is a good as any place to start.
I was born on November 27th 1972, just a fair bit before the chosen one would be who would set in motion major changes to this world.
I was born to Andromeda Tonks nee Black, and Edward 'Ted' Tonks. I know them as mom and dad.
That's right, I am Nymphadora Tonks, and I don't mind if you call me that. But if you do make fun of my name I might feel inclined to kick your ass.
For what age I'm supposed to be I'm well ahead of everyone. But that's the advantage of being a twice born person.
I wasn't exactly a normally behaved baby or child on top of the metamorph powers.
It's not like I was going to even attempt behaving like a baby or small child, I think that'd just end up being even more unnatural and stand out.
Instead I went with the more blame it on the powers idea. Throw in some weirdness with magic and just maybe, the more unusual to some, become the most natural thing in the world, in a world that doesn't really make sense.
I didn't cry as much as a baby should, I reacted well to instructions given to me. I had trouble with talking cause the tongue in my mouth kept changing sizes as well as other parts.
Walking was another weird thing cause my legs would over extend to try and meet the ground faster but that just left me uneven.
Just things you learn to deal with as you grow up like an ever shifting person.
I hardly interacted with any children my age. Most of them bored me, and I didn't recognize any of their names.
I knew that Charley was supposed to be around my age. But it seems we didn't interact with the Weasleys.
No instead I got neighborhood children. Or kids of the people my dad worked with.
Once, I got to meet Sirius Black, he wasn't over for long and it seemed like he was trying to guilt my mom into supporting the order.
My mom kept me out of anything like that so what little I could pick up was what I already knew from the stories.
So I'm a bit useless for knowledge on that front, so instead of going on about things I don't know about how about I talk more about my powers.
Hair Color was emotion tied at the basic level. Very instinctual for sudden changes when strong emotions came through.
On a non emotion based level like actually trying to make my hair a different color it was a bit more complicated.
You really needed to picture what you wanted and how to go about doing that. What needs to expand what need to contract that kinda stuff.
It is easier to control once you know a small trick. Characters. Once you have that character in mind you make minor shifts on things you want.
It's very strange how instinctual these shifting powers are, a fun story about them was how I got a hold of my dad's wand from such a far distance.
Now normally it'd be a bit of accidental magic but instead of it flying in the air to my hand like other magical children.
My arms just grew to where I grabbed it and brought it back to me. That's not to say that there aren't some impossibilities.
Now limitations I've learned. Think of Hagrid, that just doesn't work. He's too big for my body to fully be as big as him. My magic just doesn't allow that to be.
If he shrunk some and lost weight I could make a copy but his size is just to great for how this body shifts.
Wings aren't gonna happen, I am disappointed to report. Feathers just don't come naturally to me.
Also hollowing out ones bones just another step in a thing that won't happen.
Animal parts seem to elude me all together. Maybe it has to do with needing some information from a transfiguration expert but so far it's not a road I will be traveling.
I can talk about my education pre hogwarts. Mom wanted to teach me herself and not have me go to a school where people that would freak out at my hair just changing color on its own .
So I had basic coverage as far as interacting with people that grew up with more magic than I did.
About objects and how they can be more dangerous than they look do to spells that are kept on them for a number of reasons.
How to pick a vampire out of a crowd. Which I have to say is sort of a scary thought to drop.
She also got me started on potions early as that's how she made money for the family. She taught me a few things about myself.
To be clear I'm not terrible with potions it's just that they don't interest me at all. I get that it's such a wide area of magic to not have an interest in but, it's just not something that drives me.
I can do it though and will if Mom asks for help. I will need to know my way around a cauldron if my past knowledge holds true on how Snape will behave.
Snape might hate or think nothing at all of me, and going under his radar sounds perfect really. I want nothing to do with his difficult life.
Wand waving is definitely more my style even as simple charms for helping around the house, it just makes sense to me.
Brooms are a no go, putting my trust in a thin piece of wood that I could slip off of at any moment from either side.
With the way my body shifts in weight and height it's just asking for trouble.
Dad wanted me to learn about more artistic stuff, music, movies, painting, photography. Things like that.
It's nice that he's leaving me open for that option should things not work out for me in the magical world. An out is always a good thing to have.
Going back to Mom, bloodlines were made clear in a very kid friendly way, and how because I share the same blood as an old powerful family how that would affect how I am viewed.
A fun way of learning I had 2 aunts that wanted nothing to do with me. One of those is now locked up in the "inescapable" Azkaban.
Since the topic of Azkaban has come up, I guess I should get into the Potters, and the little chosen one.
Never met the Potters. But by the end of that night they had became a household name known far and wide.
The loss of 2 heros was told in many a story. The arrest of Sirius Black was very public news.
And the weight of the world placed on the shoulders of a baby boy that had no idea of the world he was meant to save.
A few times, I had thought of freeing Sirius. But nothing really worked as far as getting out of that situation without it going possibly wrong in many ways that I didn't need to go wrong for me.
I was a child, I had no real access to the rat. Or proof of any conspiracy. Any mentions of trying to save a fellow Black would just do damage.
We needed to be in a more secure position if anything close to that was even going to be a reality.
Then it was 1984, knock knocking at our front door. I was 11 and going to be 12 by years end.
And a letter with my name on it, came with the rest of the mail. And there it was big crest and all.
My Hogwarts letter. Bit underwhelming really. It's a nice keepsake though so I can't complain much.
The list was there, clothes, which included robes (ugh),books, wand, potion items (sigh), telescope, and well a pet if I wanted.
Well that was a thing, didn't really ever think about a pet. We have our own owl mainly used by mom for item delivery.
A cat seemed like such a small thing to want, when the whole second war was coming.
A toad wasn't even a thinkable thing cause who really wants a toad. It just seems so lame.
A letter was sent back letting whoever reads them know that I would be attending.
Next we prepared for our trip to Diagon Alley for the supplies we didn't already have. Such as new books added to the curriculum.
I got to reuse some of the books mom and dad kept, that weren't sold or gone. They came with some notes scrawled on the side margin.
School robes needed to be fitted to me which I thought was dumb and said as much. I changed size a few times while being measured to drive my point home.
Turns out there is a spell to make sure clothes just grow and shrink. Neat.
It did cost a bit more than just fitted robes. That was expected. It just seemed strange that people don't go with that option normally and just call it a day.
Maybe the fun was getting something new? But they're school robes, uniforms that don't really allow for standing out.
Oh didn't know that annoyed me as much as it did. Clothes are for nerds anyway. Don't take that out of context, clothes are fine obviously, school robes are just way too bulky.
They have so much weight to them and on a sunny day robes can just go to hell. Just the thought of it makes me feel like sweating already.
I guess spells exist to make that less of a problem to have. But the fact that you have to do spells to make yourself comfortable rather than just dressing comfortable seems like we've gone too far and missed a step.
Moving on to something fun. Sorry for the rant. The pet shop, we thought it would be smart to get an animal for Mom.
What with me having to be gone for long periods of time it'd be nice to have something in the house.
The first thing that caught my eye was the big fuck off turtle or tortisse if your nasty. I wanted him very much.
But I kept my eyes out for other neat creatures. I passed by a dark black raven and couldn't resist speaking allowed, "quoth the raven."
The shopkeeper who was nearby groaned allowed.
"Fuck off" the Raven cawed back.
"Oh, well then" I looked to my Dad who was wheezing. And to my mother who was glaring at the hunched over figure for even finding that situation remotely funny.
Curse words are in fact hilarious. Those that disagree can quote the raven, if you will.
And that's when I heard the hissing. And saw the most beautiful snake. He was white all over with black eyes.
Maybe it was too good to be true. I did a thing that came natural to me I thinned my tongue into what I thought was close to a snakes and hissed right back.
It was too good to be true I wasn't a parselmouth. I couldn't understand a word he said or tell what I was saying. I just hissed.
But it seemed to be enough for the snake to inspect me with his own tongue.
I don't know much about snakes never did. I did always think they were such awesome animals but other than that I didn't look into them much.
So I can only guess that was his way of smelling me, but after waiting a beat he seemed interested enough for him to extend towards me to wrap around my arm headed towards my shoulders.
Dad looked shocked, while Mom just looked thoughtful. That's when she asked without asking a question, "I don't remember a parseltongue being a Black trait."
"Well I didn't actually understand anything, I just thought I'd give it a shot" I responded. Parseltongue came up in our pre-hogwarts lessons.
When you are a metamorphmagus, you naturally research bloodlines, and learn about other cool things that people had or have.
Doesn't hurt that I knew what they were beforehand and just thought it'd be a cool thing to look up.
"Then he just likes you?" asked Dad.
"I guess so, would it be okay if we got him?" I added a bit of hope to my voice.
"I suppose so" he rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you think dear?" he asked Mom.
"Well it's not like we get her anything special otherwise, most of her birthday gifts have been mainly practical things." She spoke.
It was true I never really asked for much, as you grow up you realise what you like and what you don't in order to keep yourself happy.
And honestly until the internet comes along for every household. I have everything that entertains me. So I only asked for smaller things.
And so we got a pet snake to be determined on being allowed to go to school with me.
I had to come up with a name, while we finished up some shopping of the other things necessary for my school life.
That's when we came upon our last stop. Ollivanders looked like a small building but it carried such an aura for some reason.
Maybe it was the build up in my head of this moment. Or maybe it was something deeper that everyone can feel in the air, all the magic that lay behind it's doors.
We stepped inside and the bell above the door rang. And while from the outside it looked so small, it looked like it went back way farther than it should. Magic was still so neat.
And that's when he came out from the back. His eyebrows were the first thing I saw of him.
Then he spoke to both my parents, "Ah, fir dragon heartstring 12 inches slightly rigid, and ash with unicorn hair."
He rubbed his chin seeming to think, "A strange yet remarkable pairing of wands." He then let his eyes drop to me.
"And with the time of year it seems we have to find you the right wand?"
"Yes, sir", I whispered. He was really strangely intimidating maybe cause of his eyes that seemed to look right through you. Trying to examine any detail that might make his job easier? More fun? He then eyed the white snake still wrapped around me.
I felt my hair shift on it's own I wasn't sure as to what color. So I tried to think of something quick. I came up with a clear white.
His eyes lit up in delight. "I've never served one quite so unique as yourself before, oh this shall be a great adventure." And then he sped off to the back of his shop.
I pulled my lips in and made an awkward smile as I looked up at my parents and waited.
After a few minutes of waiting he came back with twelve boxes. He placed four down. "Go on and try those out" so I opened each box and picked up the first one. "Hazel dragon heartstring."
I pointed at the desk waiting for him to stop me. I couldn't feel that spark that everyone seems to say they have. So I just put it back down.
"Not anything at all?" He asked.
"Nothing, if anything it was cold to the touch if that means anything."
"Not Hazel then" he looked slightly disappointed before putting another four boxes down and clearing of the 4 that were there. "Let's try the Holly then."
I repeated the process, this time it felt like I was holding a piece of wood with not even a cold aspect to it. I told him as much.
"If it's not this one I think we may need to go by feel." He spoke with quite a bit of excitement and placed the final 4 down. "Walnut."
I pulled out the first of the last set he had and "I could make it work, it's not what I was expecting but I guess if-"
"No no, it's wrong." He must be restraining himself from jumping he looked so happy. "It has to have a certain feeling that you didn't know you could have lived this long without having it by your side."
"Those are some pretty big expectations" I tried at a bit of a jest.
"If it weren't perfect then I wouldn't have pursued this career of mine, it's just so amazing and thrilling when the wand wants to be found and created" his eyes lit up "Follow me."
He set off to the back and we followed behind him. He made a quick left and we went right along with him.
I saw a slanted shelf against the wall it held a set of blocks each varying in color and visible texture.
"Please hold your hand over every one of these blocks and tell me which stand out to you in any way"
With a bit of fear and excitement I slowly moved my arm hand gliding just above each block until my heart fluttered.
I closed my eyes and I felt myself growing taller only a short bit to meet the wood underneath.
It felt like I'd just met with some old friends I hadn't seen in a very long time so far in fact they didn't exist yet, if at all.
"This is the one" I spoke. I opened my eyes and lifted my hand to look at the wood underneath. It didn't stand out to me as a unique wood but the spell was cast on me and there was no going back from that.
"Beech, I can see that now. While not the rarest of woods it does take a rare witch or wizard to catch this woods eye" He nodded to himself. "Wise is the word, for the witch behind this wand."
"Yes she is" My father spoke from behind me I could hear his smile. I also heard a small huff from my right in agreement from my Mom.
He knelt down below to a shelf below the block with a crack in his knees and came back up with a thin long block of the beech wood. "Now for the core, come with me" and he walked to the opposite side of the hall.
Another slanted shelf held three jars. One with what looked like thin threads of varying colors of red. Another filled with feathers. And the final with white hairs.
"Same as before young Tonks" Ollivader commanded.
I reached out like before but nothing made that same feeling. I worried my lip between my teeth.
I pulled back my arm and ran my hands down the scales of my new living scarf. Trying to find comfort.
What did this mean I wondered. I turned back to the old wandmaker and shook my head.
"It seems that we may need to check my stores for a more testy core worry not, by the end of this adventure we will find the right wand for you." He smiled at me before talking back off to another part of his store.
While it wasn't a grand speech it was a well received pep talk for me and I was ready for whatever bit of strangeness that would come from this.
The three of us wandered back to the front of the store in order to wait for Ollivader to come back once again.
When we got there it seemed we had spent a fair bit of time in the shop because there were two other families looking bored from waiting. And a lone girl off by herself separate from the two families.
They each had a different response to seeing the three of us. Some saw my hair the boring ones in my opinion. The more amusing ones saw my snake.
The first family was a set of blondes with two children also blonde. The older girl had braids on either side of her face. With blue eyes. She didn't exactly stand out that much to me.
I moved onto the second and there they were, red hair and all, I had finally gone and ran into the Weasleys.
Arthur was there Molley was not. The oldest boy there had to be Bill he seemed a bit put off by my snake. Ignore that comment.
The one my age had to be Charlie, he seemed very interested in my snake. Ignore the double meaning behind this one too please for the love of everything.
No twins to be seen what a shame. Maybe they were with their Mom, I had no clue.
Finally the lone girl. The only things that stood out about her was the violet eyes and short hairstyle.
I think I recognized her from the phone game, she squinted at me as if trying to place me and then took in the snake amusement came through.
If the mobile game was a real thing what the hell happened in it? I never played it, the only reason I recognised her was because she had a following online.
I think she's a Draco type, I want nothing to do with that story! Did I play an important part?
I hope not because I'm not gonna be involved. I have much worse things to worry about than whatever happens in that side game.
After waiting a fair bit, Ollivader came back to the front with a jar and some pouches. He placed them all on the counter and beckoned me forward as he spoke. "Sorry for making you all wait I just need to finish with this customer and we should be getting to you soon."
I heard a few sounds of exasperation and tried my best to hurry the process along. I put my hand over the Jar. Nothing. "Not Kelpie hair then, good for you" and I moved onto the next items.
And on it went, "Not a thunderbird" "Rougarou hair wouldn't have been a good match anyway" "Really? Not a horned serpent horn then, I thought that might be the one."
That was the last bag, did he really not have anything for me? I looked back up at him and saw him patting a pocket up by his chest.
"I do wonder if you can even see this" and he put his fingers into the top of the pocket where he pulled out, nothing.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed. Fitting some puzzle pieces into my head. "Mom, Dad, I can't see it but I think I can guess what that is."
There was an uncontrollable feeling, my hair was shifting through the rainbow and maybe some colors that didn't even exist, and I didn't care. I ignored the gasps from behind me.
"Is that really a thestral hair, sir?" I asked.
"Know some things do you?"
"Well yeah, it's said that the you-know-what had a thestral hair"
"Some believe so, it's a hard core to work with and you say you can't see it, fascinating"
"Will that make it harder to use, they theorise that it might not work for those that" I emphasised the next words, "can't see them."
"I don't know but if it calls out to you then, we'll just have to make it work." He smirked to himself, "You've looked into wand lore?"
"Well some" I shrugged, "It's interesting but don't worry about more competition for yourself, I don't see myself working in retail, even if it is with wands."
"Maybe a hobby then."
"Maybe one day."
"Well how about it, have a feel for it?"
I reached out to grab the invisible hair and I felt something erupt in me the first images in my mind were the sun and the moon. A smile made its way across my face.
"Like two sides of a coin, maybe life also plays a part?" I did live two.
"Magic seems to like to play with countering ideas" he commented, "Drop by the shop tomorrow and I will have this done by the time you get here."
He took back the hair, and I felt it go. He started speaking again. "Yes you've been a most enjoyable customer, I haven't had such a time like this in a long while."
We left the shop. Excitement running through me and as we made our way home I couldn't wait for the next day to finally get my wand.
Back home, in my own room I went over names in my head. There were many names that had a cute quality to them.
But that didn't seem right, when we met he seemed less of a noodle and more of a cool snake.
Maybe Plissken, Dad would appreciate the reference. But that feels maybe too niche I'd want something magical.
Then it hit me, maybe it was completely unoriginal but hey cliches are cliches for a reason. I rolled over on my bed to scratch the great white snake, stretched out on the bench next to my bed.
I then got up and went to the living room where Dad was reading the paper. Mom was drinking tea with a book on her lap. "I've come up with a name for him." I told them.
"Oh and what have you come up with Dora?" Dad asked.
"Well I was thinking about magic and snakes and important stories and well what about Jörmungandr?"
"Norse mythology eh?" he rubbed his head. "I think it's a very Andromeda name style you chose, but much like Dora maybe it would be a good idea to find something less wordy."
"Jör wouldn't be a bad shortening" Mom suggested, "I like the idea too, now we just need to find out if he's staying here or going with you to Hogwarts."
The next morning while eating breakfast the mail came. Addressed to Mom was a letter from Hogwarts.
I was sitting on pins and needles as she read the letter to herself. She then looked up at me from the letter. "Dumbledore says it's fine as long as it's able to live comfortably in the dorm, and not cause any trouble with housemates." She put the letter down.
"What does that mean exactly?" I asked.
"It means,that you can bring Jör with you for a trial period, and if nothing comes up that makes it so he can't stay then it's probably fine for the rest of school."
"Yes!" I fist pumped. Mom let a quick amount of air out of her mouth in amusement.
Dad couldn't come with us this time. So we finished our breakfast and each went our way.
I chose to leave Jör behind so he could get used to the house until school began. Then we went to the wand shop.
"There you are, I must say it was tricky work." He paused, "But since both items have met you once before they couldn't wait to be made into this wonderful creation."
That's when he pulled up a wand from below the counter it was light brown and looked very lightweight. "I hope this wasn't too much of a hassle for you Mr. Ollivader" Mom spoke.
"Nonsense, I do love that I get to try new things all the time, and it's even better when they work so well." He then turned to me, "Now, beech thestral hair 10 inches rigid."
I reached out for it, on it's own the wand seemed to jump out of his hands and into mine. This was it, the feelings of both combined.
As if trying to escape me, my magic funneled into the focus, and out shot a grey blue light that filled the shop with a peaceful feeling.
Sadly an animal did not shoot out and dance around the shop. But for a first try that wasn't even a real attempt, it was a good casting of the patronus spell.
"I do hope that you use this wand as an extension of yourself, it will want to be used as much as possible, now that will be seven galleons."
Nothing much happened at home after I got my wand. I got to practice some spells I already knew just a bit.
Trusting that no one would inspect my wand and see that I used it when I shouldn't have.
I read ahead on spells to see how much time I'd be studying that year, and how much time I would have to myself.
From the information I had on Snape, potions would be important to learn up on. I didn't know if he'd just follow the book or use his own order.
Then it was time for the tradition of going to the Hogwarts Express. We flooed to the station, where I said my first real goodbye to my parents for the first time in 11 years.
I kept my eyes open for anyone else saying their goodbyes. The Weasleys were missing so I assumed they were late which made sense.
The platform seemed so empty, I didn't think we were particularly early. I guess the boom would come a bit later because right now there weren't even more than twenty families there.
I boarded the train and looked for a cabin with no one in it. The older students seemed to take the cabins towards the front. But the back ones had groups in them too.
A shame in my opinion it was never fun to just be in the middle of a train. But I made do. And sat next to the window in one of the middle cars.
I put a lock on the door and set my bags in the benches in the cabin with me. I put Jör on the seat opposite me.
I cracked open a book for the long train ride ahead, if it was supposed to be night time by the time we got there then this was gonna be a slog.
The train's horn let out it's shriek, letting everyone know it was about to start it's journey.
Then we were off, a slow chugging pace to start, then building to its proper speed before evening out and finding its stride for the rest of the journey.
There was a knock on my cabin's door, I pulled up the privacy screen, and saw the red hair immediately.
It seemed Charlie found me first, I didn't have much to go on with information about him, other than if I weren't here Tonks would become friends with him and that he likes dragons.
It wouldn't do me any harm to get in well with the Weasleys. They were quite important to Harry and it would serve me well to make sure I was on their good side.
I unlocked the door and opened it. "Yes, how can I help you?" I asked.
"You're the one from Ollivanders!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, you were there when I was trying to find my wand."
"Dad said you could change the way you look."
"Yes I can do that" He looked at me expectedly. "I'm not going to shift and perform for you like some sort of seal." I cautioned at him.
"Guess that's fair, I couldn't imagine if I could change the way I look." he shifted in his seat. "Sometimes I wish I didn't have this red hair or freckles." he confided in me.
"You know maybe it's not the best idea to just give away information like that, it can end up being used against you if your sensitive about it." I tried to explain. "Who are you anyway?"
"Right, sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm Charlie Weasley." He stuck out his hand.
"Nymphadora Tonks" I grabbed his hand and we shook.
"Nymphadora?" He tilted his head a bit like a confused dog, "Bit of a strange name."
"It is a bit unique, but yes that's my name."
"Can I sit here?" he asked gesturing to the cabin.
"Sure just let me move some of this stuff and Jör" I moved my trunk into the overhead shelf and grabbed my snake.
"That's a cool looking snake, didn't know we were allowed to bring anything but the animals on the list."
"Well I asked if I could, and whoever was there said it would be fine if it didn't cause problems."
"What kind of snake is he?"
"I don't know but we seemed to hit it off so I got him."
And so we chatted about things me never really getting to read my book. Maybe that was for the best.
We talked about animals, then moved onto our lives. I learned about the Borough and his family. I told him about my house and parents.
He told me about his father's obsession with muggle tech. I talked about movies he seemed interested is seeing one, one day.
Then we talked about Hogwarts. "Bill said Snape is a right git, and Mcgonagall is very strict."
"Well I'm sure if we just don't get on the bad side of any teacher it can't be too terrible."
"I guess, hey any idea what house you'll get into?"
"I have no idea, Dad spoiled me on how we're all sorted, and it made me wonder what it really takes to be put in a house."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, is it just about traits you have?" I asked then continued, "Or is it the potential you have?"
"Uh, like you might behave more like a Gryph but do better in ,say, Ravenclaw cause you need to be surrounded by people that push you?"
"Yeah, maybe you get sorted to where you'd do best not just where you'd fit in?"
"Can the hat see the future or is it just making a guess?"
"Exactly, it's left me wondering."
"Well I hope I'm in Gryffindor, Mom and Dad went there and that's where Bill is right now."
"I feel like I honestly have the traits for any house really, Mom was in Slytherin and Dad was in Ravenclaw so those would be fine I think."
"Well you do have a snake so I don't think Syltherin would be wrong."
"I have some bias from stories I've heard about Slytherin."
"Yeah, my Dad said only dark witches and wizards end up there but, if that were really true why would everyone just let it stay around?"
"That's a great point, I guess good or bad ambition is ambition."
"Well wherever you end up, I hope you don't treat me any differently, I haven't really spoken like this to anyone outside my family."
"I'd like to think that I wouldn't, so make sure you treat me the same as well."
The door to our cabin opened. I looked to the door and there was Bill. "Charlie you forgot your sandwich" He handed a brown bag to my cabin mate. He then looked at me. "You're the snake girl."
"Yeah Nymphadora Tonks, and you must be Bill." I held out my hand.
"Tonks, are you a muggle born?" he asked while reaching out for my hand before seeing the snake and turning a bit pale.
"Nah, half blood." I snickered, "Don't worry about Jör here."
His tension didn't let up, and he quickly shook my hand before pulling his hand away just as fast. "We'll be there soon, so get ready, have a nice day." He looked to Charlie, "See you at school Charlie, be sure to get into Gryffindor right?"
"I'll do my best Bill." Charlie smiled.
Bill quickly left, I looked outside and saw the sunset just outside. Time seemed to fly by but it would be a few hours before complete nightfall.
At some point the Trolley witch came by and we both turned down buying any candies or treats.
Charlie and I continued to speak on the possibilities of classes and magic. And then he left the cabin leaving me to change into my hated robes.
I then stepped outside so he himself could change. The car filled up some from the time I had boarded but it still didn't feel as full as it should have been.
Then we were at the station where the train stopped. That was the first time I saw Hagrid in person and I must say it was hard to not be just a bit intimidated by his hulking size.
"First years over here!" his voice rumbled my body. I quickly passed by the half giant and got into one of the rinky-dink boats. I saw older students get in the carriages and set off down the long path.
Hagrid helped us all out of the boats and into the Hogwarts undercliff of the boathouse. A great archway led to a wooden door. Hagrid Held the door open as we all filed in.
The other side of the door led to a bending hallway. Then some stairs where at the top of them stood Mcgonagall pointed hat and all. She greeted all of us, welcoming us to Hogwarts.
I kept my eye out for any ghosts that would show up, but it seems they chose not to mess with the joining students this year.
Then we were brought into the great hall by Professor Mcgonagall. Each first year had their name called to be sorted.
I watched as each one went up and got sorted immediately. I didn't much pay attention to the names only keeping an ear out for when they got close to the T's.
And then I heard it. "Tonks, Nymphadora." I made my hair shift to a blank white trying to clear my head of any real biases as I walked to the stool.
When I sat down I made my legs grow so they could be flat on the ground. I didn't want to nervously start swinging my legs if they were too short.
The reactions from the people at each of the four tables was immediate, their interest clearly and visibly spiking.
Then Professor Mcgonagall placed the hat on my head.
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