"We have confirmed that ten high-security prisoners, in the early hours of yesterday evening, did escape. And of course, the Muggle Prime Minister has been alerted to the danger. We strongly suspect that the breakout was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban; notorious mass murderer Sirius Black, cousin of the escapee Bellatrix Lestrange."
— Cornelius Fudge
Sirius lowered the daily prophet and crossed his arms. "They blame me for everything." He mused.
Moody snorted with laughter. "You're an icon to them." He looked to a nearby clocked and stood. "I'll have to be getting back to the ministry now."
Remus and Sirius nodded to him. Lupin took the paper and glanced it over. "Wonder what Harry thinks of this."
"Nothing good I'll bet." Sirius sighed. Lupin chuckled. "I'm sure he doesn't. He'll be visiting soon won't he. It's for spring isn't it?"
Sirius nodded. He titled his chair back when the front door opened to see.
"Have you seen it?" Kingsley's voice carried as he walked down the narrow hallway.
"We have." Remus nodded and set the paper down.
Kingley, Diggle, Doge, Jones, and Tonks entered the kitchen. Though Diggle, Doge, and Jones only entered for a few supplies before leaving again, Kingsley and Tonks took seats.
"It's complete rubbish! If they actually took time to get all the facts they'd see they've got it wrong!" Tonks huffed and she slumped back into her chair.
Kingsley laughed. "It's the minister we're talking about here. He'll never admit he was wrong out of pride."
"Yes, now it's just a matter of how many 'accidents' have to happen for his pride to loose it's hold on him." Remus added.
"Ahh Fudge is the kinda of man who thinks seeing is believing. He'll only speak up and fix this when he sees Voldemort. And even then he'll make excuses." Sirius nodded to himself.
"What about Lestrange?" They looked to see Arthur enter the kitchen from the dining room. Sirius gave him an odd look. "What them?"
"Wasn't Bellatrix a frequent visitor to this house before she left Hogwarts?" Arthur took a seat near Remus.
"She was. But I think she'll be more occupied with Voldemort than with us." The former prisoner let the chair fall on all four legs and uncrossed his arms.
Tonks went to say something but decided against it and shook her head. "I have to go. I'll be back tomorrow for a check in. Bye." She waved to them as she left.
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Tonks closed the door to her apartment and flipped on the lights. She moved to her bedroom and dropped her jackets onto her bed.
"I figured you'd be with the Malfoy's." She called aloud.
"Mm…seems I have more to worry about here." A voice came from behind her in a darkened room.
"You really are one of the world's best actors." Tonks mused.
"Actress." The voice corrected. Tonks chuckled and shook her head. "Actress." She repeated.
The violet haired witch walked to her closet and pulled out a small grey hoodie. She slipped it on and listened as the person moved further into the room.
"How long have you been here?" Tonks turned. She didn't feel like turning on the lights to see the person properly.
"A few hours." They sat on the bed.
"They'll wonder what you're up to if you don't head back soon." Tonks crossed her arms and looked to the windows lineing the opposite wall.
"Mm…maybe. Guess I do have to go though."
"It's just for a little longer." Tonks glanced at the person as they stood.
"It's been fourteen years! Fourteen years of hell for something pointless!" The visitor shouted. Tonks' lips tightened into a thin line.
"That's not how you used to think." She mumbled.
The visitor scoffed. "I sat in cell for fourteen years. I've had plenty of time to think." They sighed. "I should go."
Tonks nodded. She turned her eyes to the floor as they walked past her. She only looked up when she heard the front door close and heard a loud CRACK right after.
"It's not to much longer."
