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Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Random PoA alternate POV
Well, I've been thinking about maybe doing PoA from Tonks's point of view, and just for kicks I tried an opening here.

The knock on the door came like thunder in the night, and for an infinite moment, Tonks was seven years old again, lying in her moonlit room, listening to the low, growling voice speaking to her parents. She swam up from sleep, knowing that she would go into the corridor and make her way down the stairs as her father sank to the stairs, his head in his hands, shaking it in negation...

"Tonks! Get down here!"

"Which one?" Dad called grumpily. "What are you doing here, Mad-Eye?"

Tonks blinked herself awake. The room was right. The growling voice was right. But she was wrong. She was twenty-one. Her bed was bigger, and she took up more of it.

And Mad-Eye Moody wasn't a stranger bringing the horrible news of her grandmother's death--he was her mentor, and if he was calling for "Tonks," it wasn't Dad that he meant.

She rolled out of bed and pulled on the kimono that was crumpled on the floor, then went out into the corridor. "Mad-Eye," she said, leaning over the railing. "What are you on about?"

She expected him to make a crack about showing some respect to her mentor, but instead, he came halfway up the stairs and said, "Get dressed. We're all on the case. Where's your mother?"


"I'm not on a case," Mum called from the master bedroom. "I just got off duty at St. Mungo's, and I'm sleeping, and I'm not an Auror."

Dad, who was standing on the stairs, narrowed his eyes at Moody, then called over his shoulder. "Andi, I think maybe you'd best come out."

Mad-Eye nodded seriously, and a moment later, Mum came out, looking like she'd barely slept at all. She stopped beside Tonks. "What is it?" she asked. "Ted said Dora was late coming home. She can't go back."

"Mum, I'm a trainee. And an adult, while I'm at it. I go when they tell me to--"

"Enough." Mad-Eye held up his hand. "I do need my apprentice in, and you need to know something Andromeda. Are you actually awake now?"

Tonks looked at her mother, who was suddenly standing very still, her face pale, her hand flexing nervously on the railing. "I'm awake, Alastor," she said.

"Good. You're going to need to be."

"What in the hell is going on?" Dad asked.

"Sirius escaped from Azkaban."

Mum went rigid, then suddenly swayed alarmingly, making the railing creak. Tonks caught her and eased her down to sit on the floor. She heard Dad and Mad-Eye pounding up the stairs.

"No," Mum whispered. "No, dammit, it's over. It's impossible."

Dad crouched beside her. "I'll take care of Mum," he said. "You'd better go."

Tonks nodded and ducked into her room to put on work clothes.

"Both of you, take an Invigorating Infusion," she heard Mad-Eye say. "I want you ready to Apparate if the bastard shows up here. Get to St. Mungo's, and then to the Ministry, and we'll look after you."

"How did he get out?" Mum asked, her voice taking on a frantic edge. "Azkaban is supposed to be secure! You swore it was secure!"

"We don't know. We don't know anything. We're going to catch him, and trust me, we'll ask him before we feed him to the nearest Dementor."

Mum wailed.

Tonks turned her hair green, then pulled on her jeans and a t-shirt and hopped out into the hall, aiming her foot at her left shoe. Mad-Eye caught her without looking when she pitched forward--he was used to her--and she managed to get herself properly shod. "Thanks," she said, then put her hand on Mum's head. "I'll be back when I can," she said. "And we'll get him back where he belongs."

"Not the Dementors," Mum whispered. "Please not that."

"Andromeda," Mad-Eye said, "that's what happens to--"

"I don't want him to forget what he did."

Tonks exchanged a glance with her father, who just shook his head, then turned to Mad-Eye. "We can Apparate from the back shed," she said, and led him outside. It was a stuffy summer night, and the rich green smell of the garden seemed heavy and cloying. "Will my parents be all right alone?" she asked. "Do you think--"

"I don't think Black's got any interest in them," Mad-Eye said. "Everything says that he's coming for the Potter boy. He's been muttering about him for months."

They reached the shed and Apparated without further discussion. Tonks was glad that the Apparition corner was always kept assiduously clear, because it was the only part of the room that was unoccupied. Aurors were rushing back and forth, messages flitting from cubicle to cubicle. Ichabod Dawlish ran past, shouting, "Rufus! Do we have Black's school records? What's he good at?"

Kingsley Shacklebolt grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the Apparition corner. "Tonks, good. I need you to start putting together a profile."

"Is she the best one for it?" Dawlish asked sourly, rounding on them. "I think she's got a conflict of interest. She's family. What's next, his best friend?"

"I think she's got inside knowledge," Scrimgeour said. "Tonks. Profile him. Now. Everything you know, even if you don't think it's important. And while I'm at it, get whatever friends of his are left in here."

"I don't know..." Tonks started, but John Savage spoke louder.

"I was at school with him for a few years. Potter was his best friend."

"Yes, Savage, we know," Kingsley said. "That's not going to help, as Potter's the one he killed. Pettigrew's not available, either."

"But the other one's still around, isn't he? Llewelyn or Lowell or whoever he is?"

"Remus Lupin," Silas Proudfoot said, sneering. "I met him when I did that stint in the Werewolf Capture Unit."

"He works there?" Savage asked, and Tonks winced. Aurors would keep a secret like Remus's from general dispersion, but they weren't immune to making judgments based on it.

"Not exactly," Proudfoot said, and Savage's sneer widened into a grimace of disgust.

"Well, drag him in," Scrimgeour said.

"We don't need to drag him," Tonks said. "I know Remus. He'll be happy to help. You don't need to be rude about it."

Scrimgeour rounded on her. "Fine," he said. "Invite him politely. But get him here. And while you're waiting for him, start the damned profile."

Tonks nodded and went to the cubicle that was meant to be shared by trainees, but which she had to herself, as no one else had been accepted for training since long before she'd started. A small brown owl was blasted in her direction--Scrimgeour's treatment of birds had never been particulary gentle--and she caught it as carefully as she could. It was shaking badly, and she let it sit still on her desk to calm its nerves while she jotted a note.

Can't say a great deal, but you're needed at Auror headquarters. Come to the visitors' entrance and say "Material witness." It's not good news. Ignore everyone's bad temper and just come right to me. My cubicle's in the back under the clock. Hurry.

She looked at it, then scribbled out "Tonks," and wrote "Dora." She'd habitually been Tonks with her contemporaries since she was eleven, but to Remus Lupin "Tonks" was still Dad, and she would always be "Dora." And, mostly likely, she would always be eight years old. She rolled her eyes and fastened the note to the owl's leg. "Get it to Remus Lupin," she said. "I think he's in town."

She sent it out, and bent to work, waving her wand at the blank parchment on her desk. "Black, Sirius. Invulgo vitalis."

His vital information--date of birth, parents, siblings, arrest record--appeared in non-nonsense black ink. Tonks dipped her quill again and held it over the parchment, trying to remember Sirius Black.

She closed her eyes, trying to picture him. In her memory, he was a towering figure with a bright and manic smile. He had played with her dolls once, but she didn't think that was profile-worthy information.

With a sigh, she started noting family information beside the names that had appeared. Narcissa Malfoy and Mum were the closest relatives he had alive and outside of Azkaban. Mum obviously wouldn't help him, and Tonks doubted that Aunt Narcissa was likely to risk her social position by giving shelter to an escaped convict. His brother was long dead, but she made a note of the family scuttlebutt that he'd been involved with the Death Eaters before his death. Mum had once snorted that they should have realized that Regulus wouldn't have the stomach to do it by himself. She'd had a few shots of firewhiskey by then, and had started a long tirade about how long Sirius must have been lying to everyone, to stage a fight with the family and get on the inside of Dumbledore's movement. Tonks considered adding this to the profile, but stayed her hand. Mum was bitter about a betrayal from the only member of her family she'd thought she could trust--Sirius, after all, had helped her escape to marry Dad--and bitterness didn't always lead to accurate observations or recollections. She was remembering everything through the lens of what had happened later, imputing causes which might not--


She looked up. Remus Lupin was standing behind her, a badge on his robes reading "Remus Lupin, Material Witness." He looked haggard and battered, and she realized that it had only been a day since his transformation. It was probably just as well that Sirius hadn't chosen to escape last night. "Remus," she said. "Has anyone told you?"

"Not a thing. What's going on?"

"Sirius escaped. He's going after Harry Potter."

Remus sat down heavily in the chair across from the desk, facing the room. He rubbed his forehead with one long finger. "How long?"

"A couple of hours. We're hoping to catch him tonight, but in case we don't, I'm doing a profile to help."

"You won't. Catch him tonight." He shook his head. "He escaped from Azkaban. Do you really think he's stupid enough to be caught anywhere you expect?"

"Not really, no. But perhaps someplace you'd expect?"

"No. I can't think of anywhere, other than your mum's."

"Do you think he would try to contact you?"

Remus's eyes grew cold, and expression she had never seen in them, in all the years she'd known him. "If he does," he said, "you won't have to worry about catching him."

Tonks glanced around quickly, but no one seemed to have heard. "Remus, I'm sure you're not telling a trainee Auror that you're planning on breaking the law."

"Of course not," he said dully, then sighed. "You have to keep him away from Harry. James and Lily died to keep Harry alive. If Sirius does do anything to him... I'm willing to risk Azkaban."

Tonks bit her lip. "All right," she said. "But let us go first, all right? Will you promise that?"

"I promise."

"Good, then. I called you to help with a profile. Other than places he'd go... do you have any idea of anything that would be useful to us? Did he ever talk about wild plans to escape anywhere? When he ran away, where would he have gone if James Potter's parents hadn't taken him in?"

Remus closed his eyes. "I don't know. He never mentioned anything, Dora. I wish he had." His eyes opened, and he gave her a guarded look. "He was always good at Transfiguration. He--" He stopped talking and stood up. "Professor Dumbledore?"

Tonks turned her chair and saw the Headmaster of Hogwarts weaving his way among the scurrying Aurors, looking thoughtful, but unhurried. His visitor's badge read, "Albus Dumbledore, Interfering In An Official Investigation."

"Hello, Remus," he said, then smiled wearily at Tonks. "And Miss Tonks. The school has been much less colorful since you left."

"Thank you, sir," she said. "Is there something we can help you with?"

"I was hoping I could be of help," he said, offering her a file. "This is Sirius Black's school record. I'm afraid if you wish to access his disciplinary file, you'll need to come to the school and ask Mr. Filch to show you the cabinet." He looked back at Remus. "Though I admit, I have come largely to speak with Remus, when you've completed your questioning."

"I really don't know how much help I can be," Remus said, though Tonks thought she detected a nervous tic in his face. "I don't think I ever really knew him."

"Can you think of any habits? Behaviors that might give him away?"

"He can't sit still for long." Remus shook his head. "That's not going to help you find somewhere that he's sitting still, though, is it? He tends to pace a lot. I suppose you could look for trampled down grass." He leaned forward. "I'm sorry, Dora. I can't think of anything that would be the slightest bit of use to any of you. Everything I knew was a lie, anyway."

"I doubt that," Dumbledore said quietly. "For what it's worth, Remus, I don't believe that Sirius was always insincere in his friendship. I would very much like to know what turned him."

"It could have been Regulus," Remus said. "He might have perceived it as something that Regulus died for or..." He shook his head. "I just can't make that make sense."

"Were he and his brother close?" Tonks asked.

"Sirius and Regulus would have killed each other on very little provocation. And either one of them would have killed anyone who hurt the other. If it had anything to do with Regulus, he'd have gone after the Death Eaters, not James and Lily."

"Maybe he thought James had killed Regulus?" Tonks suggested.

"Trust me, we'd have heard about it if he'd suspected it for a second. He wouldn't have waited a year and plotted. He'd have given James a chance to explain, because he's James. Or, it would have just been a fit of rage." He shook his head. "But he couldn't have thought it. He was with James and Lily when he got the news, and they took care of him." He grimaced. "Fat lot of good it did them."

Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder. "It did them a great deal of good, because it expressed who they were--generous people who loved a friend."

"I know."

Dumbledore looked up at Tonks. "Is there anything else you need to know?"

She shook her head. "I'm going to talk to Mum later, and I suppose I should pay a call to Aunt Narcissa. Maybe they'll remember something else. We'll put a detail on everyone he has left, to keep an eye out."

"Actually, Miss Tonks, I wonder if you could express a request to your superiors to not put such a detail on Remus. Leave an avenue open--the only avenue to what he might perceive as safety."

"They'll never agree to that."

"Sure they will," Remus said. "Do you really think they want to waste Aurors protecting a werewolf?"

"Well, I'm not going to recommend leaving you on your own."

"He won't be on his own," Dumbledore said. "Hogwarts looks after its staff with great vigilance."

"You want me to go to Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore nodded. "It's where Harry will be, and if Sirius is going to show up anywhere, that's where. And if he suspects that he may have a safe entrance there--an old friend--he may surface earlier."

"I couldn't."

"I am asking you, for James and Lily's sake, to be there. Whatever you believe, you know Sirius Black better than anyone alive, and if he tries to come after Harry, I believe that you will be better able to protect him than anyone else."

Remus sat back, chastened. "I see. So, I'm to be bait for a trap, and the failsafe if the trap springs."


"I think you should use an Auror," Tonks said. "I could change my appearance to look like one of the suspected Death Eaters that we never caught, and--"

"I don't think he'll come to a Death Eater," Dumbledore said. "There's too much chance of being turned in as an act of good faith with the Ministry." He smiled. "And Miss Tonks, as much as I admire your skill, I doubt you have the patience to serve as a teacher as well as an Auror, nor have you had any training in that area."

Tonks started to protest, but when she looked at Remus, she saw raw hunger in his eyes. She knew he hadn't worked for some time, let alone worked in the field he'd trained for. Dumbledore's offer was more than a chance to help catch Sirius.

"I'm going to have to tell my superiors," she said. "I'm not sure how well they'll take it."

"As they have no say in Hogwarts' hiring practices," Dumbledore said, "I don't imagine their disapproval will cause an inordinate amount of trouble."

Tonks didn't feel entirely comfortable with the idea, but let it go, as she knew that Scrimgeour would insist on guarding Hogwarts no matter what Dumbledore had to say--Dumbledore had no more control of Aurors' decisions than Scrimgeour had over Hogwarts. She asked a few more questions, and neither Remus nor Dumbledore had answers, then Kingsley was over her shoulder, asking if she intended to spend all night in a useless conversation, or she planned to make herself useful setting up a command center for the search.

She ended the interview abruptly, and was swept up in the motion. When she glanced over at the elevators, Remus and Dumbledore were waiting together, and when she looked back a moment later, they were gone.


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From: (Anonymous) Date: February 24th, 2007 06:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I like this!

But . . . a whole Harry Potter book from Tonks and Remus' POV with no Dora and Remus romance? I don't know if I could take that.

And you almost had Remus tell her about the animagus thing right at the beginning. Hmm. I know that, among the anti-Remus factions, one of the most frequent criticisms is that he didn't volunteer that information earlier. I can see some of where that's going in this story. Dora's already told Remus NOT to tell her something that may be incriminating - and I think expressing a desire to kill Sirius Black has got to be tons more acceptable than admitting trampling over quite a few wizarding laws.

And . . . Remus might admit knowing James was an unregistered animagus while warming up to the Sirius admission. James is a hero and safely dead. He's not going to get in posthumous trouble, and Remus won't look half as bad admitting James had a secret power he used in the war against Voldemort as he would admitting Sirius HAS a secret power he may be using for Voldemort.

If the consequences of that admission are bad enough and don't seem to do any good - or actually the reverse - I can see Remus clamming up (or even being told to clam up) on any further revelations.

redlily From: redlily Date: February 24th, 2007 06:57 am (UTC) (Link)
His visitor's badge read, "Albus Dumbledore, Interfering In An Official Investigation."

That could be the Best Line Ever. :D
izhilzha From: izhilzha Date: February 24th, 2007 07:36 am (UTC) (Link)
My thoughts exactly. :-)
sugarannie From: sugarannie Date: February 24th, 2007 08:28 am (UTC) (Link)
The idea of this alone is so great.
No, really, I cannot wait to read more of this.
And also agree with everyone who commented before me, the badge is absolutely hilarious!
prelud From: prelud Date: February 24th, 2007 09:04 am (UTC) (Link)
I want MORE!!!!
From: (Anonymous) Date: February 24th, 2007 10:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Hi Fern:

I am so glad to hear that you are considering this. I love were you have started. I hope you do decide to do this one. I think it also has great potential and you are the right person to do it. I have always enjoyed the way you write Remus & Tonks. And unlike the previous post I think it will be interesting to see the Remus/Tonks relationship before it becomes more.

It will be fun to see how you show the changes in both Remus & Tonks' attitudes towards each other. I know you are mostly planning to use Tonks' PoV but I hope you will consider doing what you did in Shades. I like the point/counter point of how you went from Remus and what his days were like and how Tonks was fairing in her world. I think it would be great to have you give us Remus' take on the school and teaching just like in Shifts...maybe getting to know "the staff" at Hogwarts from the ex pupils perspective as well. Maybe even a bit of Remus' view of Snape.

Obviously I am all for it. Below I have noted a couple of typos. (willing to help out were I can)

In the section below-

"She'd habitually been Tonks with her contemporaries since she was eleven, but to Remus Lupin "Tonks" was still Dad, and she would always be "Dora." And, mostly likely, she would always be eight years old. She rolled her eyes and fastened the note to the owl's leg."

I think the second sentence is supposed to read-
And, most likely,

In this section-

"His vital information--date of birth, parents, siblings, arrest record--appeared in non-nonsense black ink. Tonks dipped her quill again and held it over the parchment, trying to remember Sirius Black."

I think you meant it to say-

--appeared in no-nonsense black ink.

BTW I also love the badge...It is so Dumbledore... I could not stop laughing. It actually gave me the hiccups.

Thanks for you work. I hope there will be more.

From: srch_angel Date: February 24th, 2007 05:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
I agree with Katsulas! I would like to see some of Remus' point of view as well. Actually, when I first started reading I was a little disappointed because I wanted JUST Remus' POV... but not only is this beginning brilliant (and therefore changed my mind), but I can see how you can create your own sub-plots with a character we didn't see in the book, like you did with Shifts. Awesome. Keep going. We need SOMETHING to get us through until July!
author_by_night From: author_by_night Date: February 24th, 2007 10:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh man... such an interesting uptake... intake... whatever it is, heh, I'm reviewing this at 5:42 in the morning. (Can't sleep in, as per usual, and have to go into work anyway.) Anyway, I like how Tonks more observes others reactions than dwells on her own - that definitely shows her shock.

Poor Tonks family. And Remus... was it just me, or did he also almost tell Tonks Sirius was an animagus?
beceh From: beceh Date: February 24th, 2007 10:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh awesome!! You have to do this. I really miss getting your fic updates. This would be interesting. I love your take on everything.
kizmet_42 From: kizmet_42 Date: February 24th, 2007 12:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Please, may we have some more?
liebchen127 From: liebchen127 Date: February 24th, 2007 02:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
I second that request. Whole-heartedly.
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shiiki From: shiiki Date: February 24th, 2007 12:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
Once again, you show your exemplary writing skills. Even knowing all that's happened in PoA, you still managed to have me thrilled and worried about the 'threat' of Sirius, because for that moment, I was just lost in Dora's point of view. Amazing stuff, Fern!

And Miss Tonks. The school has been much less colorful since you left.

Is it just me, or have you used this phrase before? It sounds really familiar.
mistralcat From: mistralcat Date: February 24th, 2007 03:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yes, please! This was wonderful, and I really hope you decide to write more.
From: jme1374 Date: February 24th, 2007 03:25 pm (UTC) (Link)


Thank you! I really like this - and more, I *love* the *idea* of this.

ALong with Dumbledore's badge, which rocks, I appreciate Andromeda's reaction to the news. When she says, "Not the Dementors. Please not that," I got the feeling that in some ways she still wants to believe Sirius is innocent, but then she adds, "I don't want him to forget what he did," and I realized that she's been affected for so long by what she sees as his evil. Great job!

I hope you plan to continue this. Watching Tonks in training, and her involvement in the search for Sirius while no one knows of the true circumstances, should be both fun and interesting.
matril From: matril Date: February 24th, 2007 03:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'll just echo what others have said - this is great, and I'd love to see more! Also, Dumbledore's badge is priceless.
faeriemaiden From: faeriemaiden Date: February 24th, 2007 03:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
This made my morning. :D And, er, seconding everyone else, I would love to see more. :D
From: (Anonymous) Date: February 24th, 2007 04:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
Loved this. I hope you decide to continue!

chicleeblair From: chicleeblair Date: February 24th, 2007 06:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Me likey!!!
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