It was a warm June evening when the Edward and Andromeda married. All of their friends and Ted's family were there. Yet they didn't know a member of the house Black also attended the wedding, from a short distance. Everyone was dressed in light, pastel colors. Fireflies danced around, contrasting the dark blue night sky. After the newlyweds danced their opening, someone, however, made an even greater entrance. Bellatrix's disguise potion had worn out and revealed herself to everyone. As her evil laughter sounded, all lights went out. Followed by a light that flashed out of the Black's black wand. "Filthy Muggles!"

A few years later, the household Tonks had a stressful night behind them. A little girl was born on a cold, freezing winter evening. Edward and Andromeda didn't come up with a name yet. They feared they would lose their baby as she was a half-blood that continued the Black's bloodline. Up north, close to the Scottish border, the young couple rented a hideaway where it was most unlikely that the Blacks could find them. As Ted went into the kitchen to get warm water, Andromeda saw how her baby changed her mousy brown baby hairs to bubblegum pink. The young mother decided right there and then, her daughter was named Nymphadora. A gift if the nymphs, with a wink to the ancient myths when babies were stolen by elves and replaced by abominations, called changelings. She inherited the gift of being a Metamorphmagus.

As a child, Nymphadora was going to a Muggle primary school against Andromeda’s will. Edward was convinced that this was the best way to socialize children. But his wife was scared someone would recognize her or that she might lose control of her gift. Nymphadora had always been a people’s person. So like her father wanted, she went to primary school at the age of five. Dora did just fine until her last year. There was a new guy in her year. He was sporty, tall and his hair had this weird coif that made him look playful and cute. But he joined the popular kids and Dora understood quite well she would be invisible to him. All year she tried to reach out to him, it was then that she first experimented with morphing her looks and hair. Nonetheless… it didn’t work.

At home, Nymphadora was standing in front of the mirror. She was staring at herself. What was there not to like? She moved closer to the glass as she slid her fingers across her cheek. Maybe they needed to be more rosy? Dora concentrated hard and squinted her eyes. But when she looked again, her cheeks turned out apple red. Like she had a fever. She squinted her eyes again and made fists, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her cheeks changed to a vibrant purple and to her surprise, she grew tiny hare ears. The Easter bunny would be jealous… “Moooom!”

Some hours later, Dora laid between her parents in their giant medieval-like canopy bed. Andromeda had changed the ceiling of the bed to the starry sky of the night her little daughter was born.

“My Dora,” her father started. “Don’t let it get to your head. You’re perfect the way you are. Don’t ever change that when you’re… What is it that you call it, Meda?”- “Morphing, dear.”

Weeks after the little incident, it was raining cats and dogs. Dora couldn’t wait until she finally could literally make it raining cats and dogs. Would there be a spell for that? When the bell rang and the kids went to their classes, Tonks took off her beanie. It didn’t take long before she heard whispers. In her fawn hair, she created some purple and pink locks. We were the eighties after all.

When she looked in the directions of the whispers, heads were turned quickly. She was so pleased with the outcome of her hair but now… The boys of her class just laughed at her. How subtle. Dora took off and fled to the bathroom as she pulled her beanie as far as she could over her head. Moments later, she heard someone entering. The footsteps sounded like they were searching something. She pulled her legs up and bit her lips, but she couldn’t help the snickering. A head popped from under the door. It was Owen. As a Scot, he was considered a misfit too.

“Tonks” He smiled widely.

Nymphadora rubbed her eyes. “It’s not nice to look under someone’s door, you know”

She opened the door and stared at him. “What do you want?”

“You do realize you’re in the guys bathroom, right?” – “That’s why it smells so in here…” she mumbled and went to wash her hands.

“Hehe, yeah… I was wondering, Tonks… Do you want to sit with me during lunch?” the boy asked softly, nervously.

Dora looked up at him. She quite liked how he called her Tonks. She smiled friendly and nodded. “Sure”

During the summer of 1984, after she graduated from primary school, Nymphadora received her letter from Hogwarts. Dora was worried she would be in everyone’s shadow once again. As she was crazy about the New Wave and Punk music, she decided to transform her hair to a rebellious bubblegum pink against her parents will. Her hair helped her to open up, to grow with confidence. She was sorted into Hufflepuff for her fairness and faithfulness. The start of a new witch’s life.

It was a warm June evening when the Edward and Andromeda married. All of their friends and Ted's family were there. Yet they didn't know a member of the house Black also attended the wedding, from a short distance. Everyone was dressed in light, pastel colors. Fireflies danced around, contrasting the dark blue night sky. After the newlyweds danced their opening, someone, however, made an even greater entrance. Bellatrix's disguise potion had worn out and revealed herself to everyone. As her evil laughter sounded, all lights went out. Followed by a light that flashed out of the Black's black wand. "Filthy Muggles!"

A few years later, the household Tonks had a stressful night behind them. A little girl was born on a cold, freezing winter evening. Edward and Andromeda didn't come up with a name yet. They feared they would lose their baby as she was a half-blood that continued the Black's bloodline. Up north, close to the Scottish border, the young couple rented a hideaway where it was most unlikely that the Blacks could find them. As Ted went into the kitchen to get warm water, Andromeda saw how her baby changed her mousy brown baby hairs to bubblegum pink. The young mother decided right there and then, her daughter was named Nymphadora. A gift if the nymphs, with a wink to the ancient myths when babies were stolen by elves and replaced by abominations, called changelings. She inherited the gift of being a Metamorphmagus.

As a child, Nymphadora was going to a Muggle primary school against Andromeda’s will. Edward was convinced that this was the best way to socialize children. But his wife was scared someone would recognize her or that she might lose control of her gift. Nymphadora had always been a people’s person. So like her father wanted, she went to primary school at the age of five. Dora did just fine until her last year. There was a new guy in her year. He was sporty, tall and his hair had this weird coif that made him look playful and cute. But he joined the popular kids and Dora understood quite well she would be invisible to him. All year she tried to reach out to him, it was then that she first experimented with morphing her looks and hair. Nonetheless… it didn’t work.

At home, Nymphadora was standing in front of the mirror. She was staring at herself. What was there not to like? She moved closer to the glass as she slid her fingers across her cheek. Maybe they needed to be rosier? Dora concentrated hard and squinted her eyes. But when she looked again, her cheeks turned out apple red. Like she had a fever. She squinted her eyes again and made fists, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her cheeks changed to a vibrant purple and to her surprise, she grew tiny hare ears. The Easter bunny would be jealous… “Moooom!”

Some hours later, Dora laid between her parents in their giant medieval-like canopy bed. Andromeda had changed the ceiling of the bed to the starry sky of the night her little daughter was born.

“My Dora,” her father started. “Don’t let it get to your head. You’re perfect the way you are. Don’t ever change that when you’re… What is it that you call it, Meda?”- “Morphing, dear.”

Weeks after the little incident, it was raining cats and dogs. Dora couldn’t wait until she finally could literally make it raining cats and dogs. Would there be a spell for that? When the bell rang and the kids went to their classes, Tonks took off her beanie. It didn’t take long before she heard whispers. In her fawn hair, she created some purple and pink locks. We were the eighties after all.

When she looked in the directions of the whispers, heads were turned quickly. She was so pleased with the outcome of her hair but now… The boys of her class just laughed at her. How subtle. Dora took off and fled to the bathroom as she pulled her beanie as far as she could over her head. Moments later, she heard someone entering. The footsteps sounded like they were searching something. She pulled her legs up and bit her lips, but she couldn’t help the snickering. A face popped from under the door. It was Owen. As a Scot, he was considered a misfit too.

“Tonks” He smiled widely.

Nymphadora rubbed her eyes. “It’s not nice to look under someone’s door, you know”

She opened the door and stared at him. “What do you want?”

“You do realize you’re in the guy's bathroom, right?” – “That’s why it smells so in here…” she mumbled and went to wash her hands.

“Hehe, yeah… I was wondering, Tonks… Do you want to sit with me for lunch?” the boy asked softly, nervously.

Dora looked up at him. She quite liked how he called her Tonks. She smiled friendly and nodded. “Sure”

During the summer of 1984, after she graduated from primary school, Nymphadora received her letter from Hogwarts. Dora was worried she would be in everyone’s shadow once again. As she was crazy about the New Wave and Punk music, she decided to transform her hair to a rebellious bubblegum pink against her parents will. Her hair helped her to open up, to grow with confidence. She was sorted into Hufflepuff for her fairness and faithfulness. The start of a new witch’s life.