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Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter sat on the roof of the house on Privet Drive reading by flashlight a book entitled, Advanced Potions for the Advancing Wizard, which pictured an old witch moving about the cover mixing ingredients into a large cauldron. Most kids wouldn't have known a book like this existed but Harry Potter wasn't like most boys. As he read he paused occasionally to take notes on a piece of parchment with what looked to be a swan feather quill. The flashlight he was using slipped from his fingers; he dived forward to catch it before it went rolling off the roof while cursing about not being able to use the wand that was sticking out of his back pocket. He knew he wasn't suppose to use magic outside of his school Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but the temptation was huge. He knew there were exceptions to the rules because of his situation. Obviously one who has been chosen to end a war between the Wizarding society and an evil dark lord has to have the means to defend himself, but that's all he could use magic for, and he knew Voldemort wouldn't have the courage to attack him at the Dursley's, or at least he hoped he didn't.
Harry set his quill to the side and stretched his body upward; he then laid down on the roof staring into the sky. It had been a long day. Any other person would be curled up in the confines of their rooms sleeping away the pain, but Harry couldn't, it was what brought him to the roof. Today he had sat through his godfather Sirius Black's memorial service. The entire experience was numbing. Dumbledore's speech kept replaying in Harry's head, "Sirius did not die for a lost cause. We must continue to be united and we must continue to fight! Unlike our enemy, our power lies within every person who believes in the cause. Voldemort is powerful, yes, but his desire to acquire so much power leaves him weakened. He holds all of the power himself. His death eaters are nothing without him and when he is destroyed all of the power he has worked so hard for will be destroyed with him. Remember those who have died and keep fighting!" As Dumbledore ended his speech to cheers Harry had looked over to Remus Lupin and felt his heart drop and the guilt of Sirius's death hit him harder then it ever had before.
Lupin was slumping in a chair in the corner and his body was shuttering with sobs. There was never any spoken confirmation but Harry was pretty sure that after the reunion of Lupin and Sirius at the Shrieking Shack they had not only fallen back into the friendship that they once had but also had rekindled an old love affair. Harry had never asked them about this nor did he see them acting affectionate in front of others, but the looks they gave each other when they thought no one was looking told Harry almost everything. Now the one person Lupin had loved was gone and Harry blamed himself. Shifting on the roof Harry felt a tear trickle down his cheek and he did nothing to try and stop it. If he had only studied Occlumency harder, then Sirius wouldn't be dead. Voldemort would have never come to him in his sleep and led him to the Ministry of Magic. No matter how many times people told him it wasn't his fault he didn't believe it. Even when Dumbledore tried to take the blame Harry's guilt may have slightly lifted, but the bulk remained.
Harry stared again into the heavens and followed the movement of a dark cloud over the moon. He felt himself detach from his sorrow as he envisioned himself drifting along with the cloud. A stirring in his pocket brought him back to reality. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the gold Galleon that had become rather warm within seconds. The Galleon had been an idea of Hermione's and Dumbledore had only perfected it. To the untrained eye the Galleon looked real but to any member of the Order of the Phoenix it was more. On the front of the Galleon showed the initials of members of who were in danger and when a lightning bolt appeared on the front of the Galleon it meant that there was a raised risk for Harry. On the back of the Galleon initials of a member followed by a certain numerical code which symbolized the location of where the member was needed. Harry flipped the coin onto its side where he saw initials fade away and the initials N.T. appear. "Good", he thought to himself, "a guard member who was more then willing to talk to him." The past several weeks at the Dursley's were rather boring. One could only handle them for about a good twenty minutes before slowly losing sanity. This summer was better than most because the Dursleys knew that the mistreatment of Harry would only bring more wizards and witches around. Even though the treatment of the Dursleys had improved, Harry still longed to be immersed into the wizarding world he had grown to love.
Harry heard a pop and the sound of someone landing next to him. He assumed it was just Nymphadora Tonks but he could never be too careful and fingered his wand, ready to pull it out and shout a curse if the situation proved necessary. "Who's there?" he whispered.
A voice responded, "Oh, put your wand away, it's just me." The young witch appeared as she pulled off her invisibility cloak. "At least you haven't been taking lessons from Mad-Eye Moody. I learned the hard way as to why you should never take him by surprise. My backside was covered in boils for at least a week!" The witch grinned and ruffled her pixie-cut lime green hair.
Harry chuckled. " He only hit you with the Furunculous Curse? That seems a little weak for Moody."
"Oh no, that wasn't all he hit me with! That was just the irreversible! You don't know what discomfort until you have received a powerful boil curse someplace where the sun doesn't shine." Tonks paused for a moment and looked Harry in the eye. "So how are you doing with… well, you know and everything…" What Harry had of a smile disappeared and his gaze fell to his hands where he began examining his fingernails. He knew she wanted to talk to him about Sirius's memorial, but Harry really had no clue what to say. He felt a hand on the side of his face gently guiding it up so he was looking Tonks in the eyes again. "You know his death wasn't your fault right? I know you've heard this a lot but it's the truth." Harry felt tears rising up under his eyelids and hoped she wouldn't notice and maybe change the topic, but she continued. "Oh, Harry, you know that no matter what happened Sirius would have been there to protect you? And if he had lived that Voldemort would have only continued to target him to get to you? Harry, over fifteen years ago Sirius pledged to your parents and to the Order of the Phoenix that if need be he would make the ultimate sacrifice for you and he was only the first of all the Order members to make this pledge. Know that the only person to blame for past deaths and the death that are surely to come is Voldemort. Only him and his vermin Death Eaters are to blame, no one else. Especially not you."
Harry was reduced to sobbing. Tonks pulled him into a tight hug letting him cling to her and sob into his shoulder. Finally after what seemed an eternity he felt that the guilt was being lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't to blame, he really wasn't. The words kept repeating in his head. He pulled away from Tonks as he began to calm down and whispered, "Thank you."
Tonks broke off the hug and let her eyes wander to her surroundings where she noticed something and burst out into giggles. "Harry, is that a Swan Feather?"
Harry blushed. "Oh, well, I got it from Hermione for a Christmas present several years ago. When Lockhart was teaching she thought that since he wrote with something similar everyone should. I have a peacock feather somewhere in my room also. I just figure that since I'm not in school no one will notice what I am writing with, especially the Dursleys. The minute they see anything related to magic they walk out of the room."
Tonks couldn't help but giggle. The look on Harry's face while he tried to explain to her why he was using such a dainty quill to write with was just too much. As she kept laughing Harry just kept turning a darker shade of red. "I am sure you can be the next Lockhart. We will need someone to take his place since no one is sure he'll ever gain his memory back." She started laughing a little bit harder. "Here, let me get your quill for you and a clean sheet of parchment so you can practice signing your name!"
Harry kept turning red and glared at Tonks. "Go snog the back end of a Blast Ended Skrewt." This only threw Tonks over the edge and she fell over laughing. Harry kept staring at her. "Are you about done yet?"
After several final snorts of laughter the still red faced Tonks gained her composure. "So what are you working on out here at two o'clock in the morning?"
"Potions, I still can't believe I got the grade to get into Snape's NEWTs class." Harry shuttered a bit as he said Professor Snape's name empathizing his dislike of the teacher.
Tonks only grinned again in response and said, "You really don't like Snape? I will admit he was a bit rough on us Hufflepuffs, but I loved potions. My secret is that I use to have a huge crush on him."
Harry gasped, "That slimy git! Why?"
"Well, I always respected his power, my Gods was that man powerful. The potions he knew and how he could so easily cause devastation or just as easily save lives… how can one not fall for someone with that much power?" Tonks blushed a bit as she gushed about her old Professor.
Harry winced. "Power? The man is cruel!"
"It's his way of making you learn. If he was nice and bubbly do you believe you would spend the time trying to perfect your potions?"
"Well no… but he could be harder on the Slytherins."
"Many of the Slytherins come from Death Eating families and have been told to obey Professor Snape they believe he is still loyal to Voldemort, so he doesn't need to scare them into learning the power of potions. Even those Slytherins that aren't the children of Death Eaters respect the power of Snape's control of potions. That is a great trait of the Slytherins, they envy and respect power.
Tonks mention of Snape being a Death Eater made Harry curious. Harry knew that Snape was doing something special for the Order of the Phoenix but no one ever told him what. Harry couldn't help but ask, "Is Snape still a Death Eater?"
Harry watched as Tonks search for the right thing to say before she slowly replied, "Technically yes, Severus Snape is still a Death Eater. I know he goes back to Voldemort and feeds him false information about Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix's movements. Voldemort still considers Snape one of his higher ranking Death Eaters but I believe that Voldemort is becoming suspicious and Snape is slowly losing rank." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Snape works for us now. I know that even though he partakes in some Death Eating activities he strays from others."
Harry knew that the 'other activities' Tonks was referring to meant muggle killings and tortures. From the little that Tonks had told Harry he was left with several more questions. "How does the Order know that Snape is working for them? How do we not know he is feeding the Order false information and telling Voldemort everything he knows? Has Voldemort been killing again? I haven't heard anything about it if he has been."
Tonks looked Harry up and down trying to pass judgment as to exactly how much she should tell him. She had been given permission to talk openly with him tonight because he had been through so much during the day hours and Dumbledore wanted her to use her guard duty to give him someone trusted to talk to. She of course hadn't been Dumbledore's first choice but Remus Lupin, of whom Harry had grown close to, was in no condition to be supportive to Harry because he himself had to deal with the reality of his lovers death. Dumbledore didn't really think that Mr. or Mrs. Weasley were good candidates to talk openly with Harry either. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley often saw Harry as one of their own children and would do what they could to protect him and that included not telling him the whole truth. The only other Order members that Harry really trusted were the older Weasley siblings and they proved not to be very good candidates either. Charlie was in Romania and Harry didn't know him that well either. While Harry always found Bill to be cool, Harry didn't know him well enough to confide in him. Then there was Percy, who still wasn't trusted with a lot of information within the Order since he recently had come crawling back from the Ministry of Magic. So Percy wouldn't have been able to answer some of the questions that Harry would have. Harry trusted and knew the Weasley twins Fred and George very well but Dumbledore knew that the twins often affected people in rather negative ways that would probably involve some sort of immature antics. Yes, the twins had matured quite a bit since they flew off from Hogwarts, opened a joke shop and were later allowed to join the Order of the Phoenix, but they still had very mischievous ways. Dumbledore actually encouraged their antics because it was an important trait of their work for the Order of the Phoenix. Sizing Harry up Tonks decided to tell Harry as much of the truth that she knew, because otherwise Harry would find one way or another to get it out of her. She carefully began, "Well, Dumbledore trusts Severus and Snape has contributed a lot of correct information that he wouldn't dare sharing with us if he wasn't on our side. We don't even give him information that good to tell the Death Eaters. He has made a great many sacrifices to help the Order and has undergone a lot of… unpleasantness. And yes Harry, we believe that Voldemort is killing again. It doesn't make the magical papers but it has been all over the muggle papers. Their policemen believe that there is a muggle serial killer running around London because they find all of the bodies the same way, mangled, and they have no clues because Death Eaters clean up rather well after themselves. This hasn't made the Wizarding newspapers yet for one reason. Certain people still aren't willing to believe Voldemort is back in full power."
Harry took a moment to ingest what Tonks was telling him before he spoke up, "So Dumbledore trusts Snape? He trusted Quirrell and he trusted the imposter Moody and they both tried to kill me. He trusted Lockhart and he tried to remove my memory and leave Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets to die!"
"But Harry has Snape tried to kill you yet?"
"Well no… actually he has saved me several times."
"See, he isn't going to give you to Voldemort. If he were he would have done it by now. I also believe he is indebted to serve Dumbledore. Years ago Dumbledore saved him from a fate worse then death, a Dementor's Kiss." Tonks' face hardened. "I am not suppose to know much about this, but I have occasionally overheard conversations and from what I can understand Snape began to regret what he did. He went to Dumbledore for help and Dumbledore took him under his cloak and protected him from the Ministry and from Azkaban. From the rumors I have heard about Snape's past he has done several things that would have gotten him a Dementor's Kiss and because Dumbledore saved him from that, Snape owes his life to Dumbledore."
Harry gasped he didn't mean to but he did. He never realized what his Potion's Professor might exactly have held in his past. "So umm... that puts Professor Snape in a different light for me I guess… so did Snape ever figure out about your crush on him?"
This made Tonks blush. "Well, actually he kind of did. When I was in Auror training…" Tonks became distracted by the coin in her pocket, which was becoming warmer. She pulled out the coin as Harry did the same and slowly looked at it. The back of the coin glowed oddly with ALL237. Harry didn't recognize the code but Tonks obviously did and swore loudly, "Oh Shit!"
Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter sat on the roof of the house on Privet Drive reading by flashlight a book entitled, Advanced Potions for the Advancing Wizard, which pictured an old witch moving about the cover mixing ingredients into a large cauldron. Most kids wouldn't have known a book like this existed but Harry Potter wasn't like most boys. As he read he paused occasionally to take notes on a piece of parchment with what looked to be a swan feather quill. The flashlight he was using slipped from his fingers; he dived forward to catch it before it went rolling off the roof while cursing about not being able to use the wand that was sticking out of his back pocket. He knew he wasn't suppose to use magic outside of his school Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but the temptation was huge. He knew there were exceptions to the rules because of his situation. Obviously one who has been chosen to end a war between the Wizarding society and an evil dark lord has to have the means to defend himself, but that's all he could use magic for, and he knew Voldemort wouldn't have the courage to attack him at the Dursley's, or at least he hoped he didn't.
Harry set his quill to the side and stretched his body upward; he then laid down on the roof staring into the sky. It had been a long day. Any other person would be curled up in the confines of their rooms sleeping away the pain, but Harry couldn't, it was what brought him to the roof. Today he had sat through his godfather Sirius Black's memorial service. The entire experience was numbing. Dumbledore's speech kept replaying in Harry's head, "Sirius did not die for a lost cause. We must continue to be united and we must continue to fight! Unlike our enemy, our power lies within every person who believes in the cause. Voldemort is powerful, yes, but his desire to acquire so much power leaves him weakened. He holds all of the power himself. His death eaters are nothing without him and when he is destroyed all of the power he has worked so hard for will be destroyed with him. Remember those who have died and keep fighting!" As Dumbledore ended his speech to cheers Harry had looked over to Remus Lupin and felt his heart drop and the guilt of Sirius's death hit him harder then it ever had before.
Lupin was slumping in a chair in the corner and his body was shuttering with sobs. There was never any spoken confirmation but Harry was pretty sure that after the reunion of Lupin and Sirius at the Shrieking Shack they had not only fallen back into the friendship that they once had but also had rekindled an old love affair. Harry had never asked them about this nor did he see them acting affectionate in front of others, but the looks they gave each other when they thought no one was looking told Harry almost everything. Now the one person Lupin had loved was gone and Harry blamed himself. Shifting on the roof Harry felt a tear trickle down his cheek and he did nothing to try and stop it. If he had only studied Occlumency harder, then Sirius wouldn't be dead. Voldemort would have never come to him in his sleep and led him to the Ministry of Magic. No matter how many times people told him it wasn't his fault he didn't believe it. Even when Dumbledore tried to take the blame Harry's guilt may have slightly lifted, but the bulk remained.
Harry stared again into the heavens and followed the movement of a dark cloud over the moon. He felt himself detach from his sorrow as he envisioned himself drifting along with the cloud. A stirring in his pocket brought him back to reality. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the gold Galleon that had become rather warm within seconds. The Galleon had been an idea of Hermione's and Dumbledore had only perfected it. To the untrained eye the Galleon looked real but to any member of the Order of the Phoenix it was more. On the front of the Galleon showed the initials of members of who were in danger and when a lightning bolt appeared on the front of the Galleon it meant that there was a raised risk for Harry. On the back of the Galleon initials of a member followed by a certain numerical code which symbolized the location of where the member was needed. Harry flipped the coin onto its side where he saw initials fade away and the initials N.T. appear. "Good", he thought to himself, "a guard member who was more then willing to talk to him." The past several weeks at the Dursley's were rather boring. One could only handle them for about a good twenty minutes before slowly losing sanity. This summer was better than most because the Dursleys knew that the mistreatment of Harry would only bring more wizards and witches around. Even though the treatment of the Dursleys had improved, Harry still longed to be immersed into the wizarding world he had grown to love.
Harry heard a pop and the sound of someone landing next to him. He assumed it was just Nymphadora Tonks but he could never be too careful and fingered his wand, ready to pull it out and shout a curse if the situation proved necessary. "Who's there?" he whispered.
A voice responded, "Oh, put your wand away, it's just me." The young witch appeared as she pulled off her invisibility cloak. "At least you haven't been taking lessons from Mad-Eye Moody. I learned the hard way as to why you should never take him by surprise. My backside was covered in boils for at least a week!" The witch grinned and ruffled her pixie-cut lime green hair.
Harry chuckled. " He only hit you with the Furunculous Curse? That seems a little weak for Moody."
"Oh no, that wasn't all he hit me with! That was just the irreversible! You don't know what discomfort until you have received a powerful boil curse someplace where the sun doesn't shine." Tonks paused for a moment and looked Harry in the eye. "So how are you doing with… well, you know and everything…" What Harry had of a smile disappeared and his gaze fell to his hands where he began examining his fingernails. He knew she wanted to talk to him about Sirius's memorial, but Harry really had no clue what to say. He felt a hand on the side of his face gently guiding it up so he was looking Tonks in the eyes again. "You know his death wasn't your fault right? I know you've heard this a lot but it's the truth." Harry felt tears rising up under his eyelids and hoped she wouldn't notice and maybe change the topic, but she continued. "Oh, Harry, you know that no matter what happened Sirius would have been there to protect you? And if he had lived that Voldemort would have only continued to target him to get to you? Harry, over fifteen years ago Sirius pledged to your parents and to the Order of the Phoenix that if need be he would make the ultimate sacrifice for you and he was only the first of all the Order members to make this pledge. Know that the only person to blame for past deaths and the death that are surely to come is Voldemort. Only him and his vermin Death Eaters are to blame, no one else. Especially not you."
Harry was reduced to sobbing. Tonks pulled him into a tight hug letting him cling to her and sob into his shoulder. Finally after what seemed an eternity he felt that the guilt was being lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't to blame, he really wasn't. The words kept repeating in his head. He pulled away from Tonks as he began to calm down and whispered, "Thank you."
Tonks broke off the hug and let her eyes wander to her surroundings where she noticed something and burst out into giggles. "Harry, is that a Swan Feather?"
Harry blushed. "Oh, well, I got it from Hermione for a Christmas present several years ago. When Lockhart was teaching she thought that since he wrote with something similar everyone should. I have a peacock feather somewhere in my room also. I just figure that since I'm not in school no one will notice what I am writing with, especially the Dursleys. The minute they see anything related to magic they walk out of the room."
Tonks couldn't help but giggle. The look on Harry's face while he tried to explain to her why he was using such a dainty quill to write with was just too much. As she kept laughing Harry just kept turning a darker shade of red. "I am sure you can be the next Lockhart. We will need someone to take his place since no one is sure he'll ever gain his memory back." She started laughing a little bit harder. "Here, let me get your quill for you and a clean sheet of parchment so you can practice signing your name!"
Harry kept turning red and glared at Tonks. "Go snog the back end of a Blast Ended Skrewt." This only threw Tonks over the edge and she fell over laughing. Harry kept staring at her. "Are you about done yet?"
After several final snorts of laughter the still red faced Tonks gained her composure. "So what are you working on out here at two o'clock in the morning?"
"Potions, I still can't believe I got the grade to get into Snape's NEWTs class." Harry shuttered a bit as he said Professor Snape's name empathizing his dislike of the teacher.
Tonks only grinned again in response and said, "You really don't like Snape? I will admit he was a bit rough on us Hufflepuffs, but I loved potions. My secret is that I use to have a huge crush on him."
Harry gasped, "That slimy git! Why?"
"Well, I always respected his power, my Gods was that man powerful. The potions he knew and how he could so easily cause devastation or just as easily save lives… how can one not fall for someone with that much power?" Tonks blushed a bit as she gushed about her old Professor.
Harry winced. "Power? The man is cruel!"
"It's his way of making you learn. If he was nice and bubbly do you believe you would spend the time trying to perfect your potions?"
"Well no… but he could be harder on the Slytherins."
"Many of the Slytherins come from Death Eating families and have been told to obey Professor Snape they believe he is still loyal to Voldemort, so he doesn't need to scare them into learning the power of potions. Even those Slytherins that aren't the children of Death Eaters respect the power of Snape's control of potions. That is a great trait of the Slytherins, they envy and respect power.
Tonks mention of Snape being a Death Eater made Harry curious. Harry knew that Snape was doing something special for the Order of the Phoenix but no one ever told him what. Harry couldn't help but ask, "Is Snape still a Death Eater?"
Harry watched as Tonks search for the right thing to say before she slowly replied, "Technically yes, Severus Snape is still a Death Eater. I know he goes back to Voldemort and feeds him false information about Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix's movements. Voldemort still considers Snape one of his higher ranking Death Eaters but I believe that Voldemort is becoming suspicious and Snape is slowly losing rank." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Snape works for us now. I know that even though he partakes in some Death Eating activities he strays from others."
Harry knew that the 'other activities' Tonks was referring to meant muggle killings and tortures. From the little that Tonks had told Harry he was left with several more questions. "How does the Order know that Snape is working for them? How do we not know he is feeding the Order false information and telling Voldemort everything he knows? Has Voldemort been killing again? I haven't heard anything about it if he has been."
Tonks looked Harry up and down trying to pass judgment as to exactly how much she should tell him. She had been given permission to talk openly with him tonight because he had been through so much during the day hours and Dumbledore wanted her to use her guard duty to give him someone trusted to talk to. She of course hadn't been Dumbledore's first choice but Remus Lupin, of whom Harry had grown close to, was in no condition to be supportive to Harry because he himself had to deal with the reality of his lovers death. Dumbledore didn't really think that Mr. or Mrs. Weasley were good candidates to talk openly with Harry either. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley often saw Harry as one of their own children and would do what they could to protect him and that included not telling him the whole truth. The only other Order members that Harry really trusted were the older Weasley siblings and they proved not to be very good candidates either. Charlie was in Romania and Harry didn't know him that well either. While Harry always found Bill to be cool, Harry didn't know him well enough to confide in him. Then there was Percy, who still wasn't trusted with a lot of information within the Order since he recently had come crawling back from the Ministry of Magic. So Percy wouldn't have been able to answer some of the questions that Harry would have. Harry trusted and knew the Weasley twins Fred and George very well but Dumbledore knew that the twins often affected people in rather negative ways that would probably involve some sort of immature antics. Yes, the twins had matured quite a bit since they flew off from Hogwarts, opened a joke shop and were later allowed to join the Order of the Phoenix, but they still had very mischievous ways. Dumbledore actually encouraged their antics because it was an important trait of their work for the Order of the Phoenix. Sizing Harry up Tonks decided to tell Harry as much of the truth that she knew, because otherwise Harry would find one way or another to get it out of her. She carefully began, "Well, Dumbledore trusts Severus and Snape has contributed a lot of correct information that he wouldn't dare sharing with us if he wasn't on our side. We don't even give him information that good to tell the Death Eaters. He has made a great many sacrifices to help the Order and has undergone a lot of… unpleasantness. And yes Harry, we believe that Voldemort is killing again. It doesn't make the magical papers but it has been all over the muggle papers. Their policemen believe that there is a muggle serial killer running around London because they find all of the bodies the same way, mangled, and they have no clues because Death Eaters clean up rather well after themselves. This hasn't made the Wizarding newspapers yet for one reason. Certain people still aren't willing to believe Voldemort is back in full power."
Harry took a moment to ingest what Tonks was telling him before he spoke up, "So Dumbledore trusts Snape? He trusted Quirrell and he trusted the imposter Moody and they both tried to kill me. He trusted Lockhart and he tried to remove my memory and leave Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets to die!"
"But Harry has Snape tried to kill you yet?"
"Well no… actually he has saved me several times."
"See, he isn't going to give you to Voldemort. If he were he would have done it by now. I also believe he is indebted to serve Dumbledore. Years ago Dumbledore saved him from a fate worse then death, a Dementor's Kiss." Tonks' face hardened. "I am not suppose to know much about this, but I have occasionally overheard conversations and from what I can understand Snape began to regret what he did. He went to Dumbledore for help and Dumbledore took him under his cloak and protected him from the Ministry and from Azkaban. From the rumors I have heard about Snape's past he has done several things that would have gotten him a Dementor's Kiss and because Dumbledore saved him from that, Snape owes his life to Dumbledore."
Harry gasped he didn't mean to but he did. He never realized what his Potion's Professor might exactly have held in his past. "So umm... that puts Professor Snape in a different light for me I guess… so did Snape ever figure out about your crush on him?"
This made Tonks blush. "Well, actually he kind of did. When I was in Auror training…" Tonks became distracted by the coin in her pocket, which was becoming warmer. She pulled out the coin as Harry did the same and slowly looked at it. The back of the coin glowed oddly with ALL237. Harry didn't recognize the code but Tonks obviously did and swore loudly, "Oh Shit!"