Yay! Tonks! She's so fun to work with... (like I said, you'll see why in this hchapter )
And...
This chapter might be kind of confusing because of... well, two Dezi’s in the same room basically. The brackets mighta helped, but they might also confuzzle you, I dunno... it made sense to me, but that’s cause I wrote it...
And this chapter was supposed to be split... but since Tonks shows up in the 2nd half I took it out (it was mainly there cause I was stuck on chapter 13 then and I thought I'd catch up to myself... apparently not And the first half was like, all a dream neways... where the paragraph break is was the original split, so ya... it'd be kinda boring if I split it there)
Enjoy!
Sarah

Chapter 12
A Visit from Tonks

Dezi stood in the kitchen of her home. Looking around, she saw only one inhabitant, yet she couldn’t see their face clearly. The door opened once more, and two people entered, Ron and her mother, Hermione.
“Not another dream...” she complained.
Hermione sat down in the middle section of the table, next to Harry. Ron sat at the far end, father away from them, and food appeared in front of them. The door creaked open, and Hermione saw Draco walk in, looking more sullen than she’s ever seen him before. He sat across and down a few seats from Hermione, and food appeared in front of him. Taking some of it off his plate, he ate slowly.
“Mommy!”
Dezi turned back to the door and saw a little girl, no older than five, run inside and grab Hermione’s leg. Dezi’s eyes widened; it was her. She was so different, her hair was darker, her eyes green-grey.
Being placed on Hermione’s lap, the toddler Dezi grabbed food off the plate.
Watching from farther behind in the kitchen, (the real) Dezi looked at the table curiously, watching her younger self turn to look at Draco. Her eyes widened and she recoiled, seeming to have a tighter grip on Hermione’s arm.
Dezi watched her younger self, and suddenly her eyes changed to a bold pale grey. It surprised her.
The toddler jumped out of Hermione’s lap and ran. Dezi looked at Draco, who was looking at Hermione, whose cheeks were flushed slightly.
The colours of the room faded to white, and a moment later they re-appeared again. She was now outside, by the Black Family tree. Draco stood in front of it, seeming to read over it. Suddenly, she heard the door slide open ever so quietly, and she saw her toddler self standing there, watching intently. Draco turned around and that look of intent turned to fear. Dezi looked at Draco and he took a small step forwards. A moment later, he took another step but stopped. Turning to look back at her toddler self, Dezi saw she seemed ready to run again. Looking back at her father, he crouched down to toddler height.
“What’re you afraid of?” he asked.
(Toddler) Dezi looked down.
“Why’re you scared?” Draco tried again.
“Bad things,” a barely audible voice mumbled. (Teenage) Dezi looked towards the door, slightly surprised.
“What bad things?” Draco pushed.
“You hurt mommy,” (toddler) Dezi mumbled. (Teenage) Dezi looked back at her father and saw his head down and eyes closed.
“Cause mommy pain,” (toddler) Dezi added. (Teenage) Dezi still looked at her toddler self, and was surprised when her eyes changed abruptly from pale grey to a deep ocean blue.
“If I didn’t leave your mom, she would’ve had a lot more pain than just emotional,” Draco responded simply.
(Teenage) Dezi watched her (toddler self’s) ocean blue eyes widen and then she ran off. As soon as she was out of sight, the colour of the room whitened. She did hear one thing before she left though.
“That was completely my memory by the way!” Draco’s voice echoed as Dezi disappeared. She laughed.
The next sight Dezi saw was the ceiling of her bedroom. Sitting up, she went to the window and noticed it was raining. Looking down to the backyard, she swore she saw a white outline moving outside, but when she linked it was gone. Shaking her head, Dezi changed and ran downstairs, smelling breakfast already.

“Can you move the coat rack?” Ginny asked Dezi just before dinner. Dezi raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t move it, you’ll find out why we should...”
There was a crashing sound in the hallway.
“Sorry!”
Dezi peeked around the corner and saw the vibrant pink head of Tonks sprawled on the floor, the coat rack under her ankles and the coats thrown everywhere.
“Need help?” she asked.
Tonks pushed herself up off the ground.
“I’m fine... I’m fine.”
“Still hasn’t changed...” Dezi heard Ginny mutter as she put the last of the plates on the table.
“What hasn’t changed?”
Tonks entered the kitchen, smiling and brushing off her arms.
“These plates, I keep on forgetting to go to the china store in muggle London to get better plates for such occasions... I’ve ordered them but I haven’t had time to pick them up.”
“I can pick them up for you, I’ve had a lot of time off lately and not a lot to do...”
Images, and sounds, of Tonks in a china store flashed in Ginny’s mind.
“Oh it’s ok, I just need to write it down and I’ll remember,” she responded quickly.
“Ok.” Tonks shrugged.
“Tonks!” Chloe nearly tackled her to the ground.
“Wotcher Chloe!” Dezi noticed Tonks’s nose looked like a pig snout. Chloe chuckled when she saw it.
“Oh, oh, remember when you wanted to ‘look like a Weasley’...?” Ginny started. Tonks’s hair suddenly went to a tomato red and down to her waist.
“Yes,” she responded with a smile.
“Oh, oh, and remember when you tried to ‘organize’ my socks...” Harry said mockingly in the exact same enthusiastic way Ginny did.
Tonks rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment and her hair went back to a short, bubblegum pink. She sat down, and the front door creaked open again. It shut, and within a few moments, Lupin was in the kitchen.
“What took so long?” Tonks asked.
“Ya, you might not want to show up later than your girl,” Harry said with a grin. Ginny rolled her eyes.
“Watch it, Harry,” Tonks said.
“Isn’t it ‘Wotcher’, Tonks?” Harry pointed out, grinning cheekily.
“Well this time it’s watch it,” she responded, smirking. The kitchen door swung open again, and Sirius came in. He stopped when he saw Lupin.
“Hello,” Lupin said, smiling. Sirius looked at Lupin oddly for a moment.
“Hi.”
“Just like I remember,” Lupin muttered. “Sirius, I presume.”
“How everyone seems to know me, I do not want to know...”
“I can only assume you two have been acquainted before,” Harry said sarcastically as he moved the dinner to the centre of the table. Sirius raised an eyebrow.
“You stole my time-turner, Padfoot,” Lupin said, shaking his head and smiling. Sirius’s face brightened.
“Gotten old now, Moony?” Sirius asked with a cheeky smirk.
“Given it’s been about fourty years, yes. You might grow older, but you won’t ever grow up.”
Dezi, watching silently, looked at Tonks and saw her wiping away tears.