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—You’re not alone in this —she whispered, looking into his eyes.
The auror stepped closer, and without overthinking it, rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek.
It was a spontaneous gesture, almost childish, slightly clumsy.
Remus froze, caught off guard by the unexpected intimacy. His first instinct was to pull away.
But his body didn’t obey him.
Instead, it yielded, surrendering to that simple, gentle gesture, needing more of it than he had expected.
He could feel Tonks’ breath against his cheek, the warmth of her lips still lingering on his skin. He closed his eyes and, almost without thinking, tilted his face towards her, seeking more.
Tonks, overwhelmed by his closeness, felt her heart pound, his breath so near her lips.
And then, she was brave once more and this time, she found his lips.
The kiss was slow, filled with a tenderness that eclipsed any words of comfort.
At first, Remus didn’t react, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and the flood of emotions and contradictions that had been waiting for too long.
But then, almost against his will, he responded.
He let himself be carried by the sweetness of the biscuit, the warmth of the scarf, and the promise beneath the mistletoe, the one that told him everything could still turn out alright.
For a moment, he wanted to believe it.
It was a brief touch, almost a sigh, but enough to stir butterflies in Tonks’ stomach. She raised her hands to his face, trying to draw him closer.
But he stepped back.
Fanfic Between The Lines - Chapter 1
The night was dark and heavy at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Alastor Moody had called a meeting, and the members arrived one by one, exchanging brief nods of greeting. Among them was Nymphadora Tonks, wearing her usual shoulder-length pink hair, bright and messy enough to stand out drastically on the gloomy kitchen they were gathering.
It was her first day on duty —or rather, her first official meeting with the Order of the Phoenix— and though she tried to remain composed, she couldn’t help feeling excited.
She glanced sideways at her mentor, Mad-Eye Moody, seated on her left.
They had spent the day together on an undercover surveillance operation, patrolling central London for cursed artifacts. They spent hours disguised, hidden by enchantments, bored to death, until they decided to call it a day.
Nothing had hinted at a change in plans.
But as they submitted their report and exited through one of the Ministry's back doors, he stopped her cold.
"Got any plans tonight?"
Tonks raised an eyebrow. The question was so unexpected she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or brace herself.
"You mean… dinner, theatre, and a moonlit stroll?"
But Moody didn’t smile.
"I’m serious, Tonks."
She looked at him closely. That strange gleam in his magical eye told her he wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
"No, I don’t have plans," she finally replied.
He nodded and said nothing else.
He led her silently through several blocks until they turned into a grimy alley that opened onto a small square. It was the kind of place that could have been charming —with trees, benches, and a flowerbed waiting to be planted— but in truth, it was neglected, dirty, and filled with trash.
Moody pointed to a row of grey facades framing that dreary corner. Then he pulled a crumpled sheet of parchment from his coat pocket and handed it to Tonks.
"Read it. Memorise it. And burn it."
There was a single sentence: "The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
Tonks read it a couple of times, letting it sink in. Then she whispered "Incendio" and, with a slight flick of her wand; the note went up in a brief, silent flame. The ashes scattered before reaching the ground.
She looked up at the buildings in front of her, waiting for... something.
And then she saw it.
A house emerged between two others. The magic was so dense it took her breath away.
"What is this?" she asked in a low voice.
"The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix," Moody replied.
Tonks stared, dumbfounded by the revelation.
Her mentor didn’t wait for an answer; he crossed the square and began climbing the worn steps to the entrance. She hurried after him.
The door opened without being touched. The first thing she heard was a growl behind a tapestry. Her boots made a sharp creak on the wooden floor.
She followed him down a narrow corridor to the end, where a sliver of light spilled from a closed room.
And there she was, now seated.
In the Order of the Phoenix, the one she’d heard so much about. That group of witches and wizards who, under Dumbledore’s leadership, had fought Voldemort and the Death Eaters in the First Wizarding War. And now they had reunited again.
(...)
If you liked, you can read the full story here: https://lagatakafka.com/links/
Fanfic Between The Lines - Chapter 1
The night was dark and heavy at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Alastor Moody had called a meeting, and the members arrived one by one, exchanging brief nods of greeting. Among them was Nymphadora Tonks, wearing her usual shoulder-length pink hair, bright and messy enough to stand out drastically on the gloomy kitchen they were gathering.
It was her first day on duty —or rather, her first official meeting with the Order of the Phoenix— and though she tried to remain composed, she couldn’t help feeling excited.
She glanced sideways at her mentor, Mad-Eye Moody, seated on her left.
They had spent the day together on an undercover surveillance operation, patrolling central London for cursed artifacts. They spent hours disguised, hidden by enchantments, bored to death, until they decided to call it a day.
Nothing had hinted at a change in plans.
But as they submitted their report and exited through one of the Ministry's back doors, he stopped her cold.
"Got any plans tonight?"
Tonks raised an eyebrow. The question was so unexpected she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or brace herself.
"You mean… dinner, theatre, and a moonlit stroll?"
But Moody didn’t smile.
"I’m serious, Tonks."
She looked at him closely. That strange gleam in his magical eye told her he wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
"No, I don’t have plans," she finally replied.
He nodded and said nothing else.
He led her silently through several blocks until they turned into a grimy alley that opened onto a small square. It was the kind of place that could have been charming —with trees, benches, and a flowerbed waiting to be planted— but in truth, it was neglected, dirty, and filled with trash.
Moody pointed to a row of grey facades framing that dreary corner. Then he pulled a crumpled sheet of parchment from his coat pocket and handed it to Tonks.
"Read it. Memorise it. And burn it."
There was a single sentence: "The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
Tonks read it a couple of times, letting it sink in. Then she whispered "Incendio" and, with a slight flick of her wand; the note went up in a brief, silent flame. The ashes scattered before reaching the ground.
She looked up at the buildings in front of her, waiting for... something.
And then she saw it.
A house emerged between two others. The magic was so dense it took her breath away.
"What is this?" she asked in a low voice.
"The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix," Moody replied.
Tonks stared, dumbfounded by the revelation.
Her mentor didn’t wait for an answer; he crossed the square and began climbing the worn steps to the entrance. She hurried after him.
The door opened without being touched. The first thing she heard was a growl behind a tapestry. Her boots made a sharp creak on the wooden floor.
She followed him down a narrow corridor to the end, where a sliver of light spilled from a closed room.
And there she was, now seated.
In the Order of the Phoenix, the one she’d heard so much about. That group of witches and wizards who, under Dumbledore’s leadership, had fought Voldemort and the Death Eaters in the First Wizarding War. And now they had reunited again.
(...)
If you liked, you can read the full story here: https://lagatakafka.com/links/
Tonks heritage
Nymphadora Tonks
What do you think of this Tonks outfit?
Tonks and her heritage
Nymphadora Tonks, Black or Lupin.
Pink or dark.
Toujours herself.
Anyway, Tonks is always Tonks.
SUPER CUTE TONKS 🥰🥰
First chapter of my fanfic BETWEEN THE LINES. HOW tonks ended up in the OoP:
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