Faith in Dora
By. PumpkinsandPastilles
Author's Note: Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
It had been a Sunday afternoon when Tonks had awoken to The Order standing around the Hospital Bed. The nurse was pulling out all of Nymphadora's IV's. Wizards hardly ever used muggle medical procedures, but Augustus Pye- the same healer who had been assigned to Arthur Weasley- had burst through the door to the trauma ward, shouting what the Mediwizards thought was nonsense about needles and medication. Little Nymphadora Tonks had been beaten at the Ministry of Magic, leaving her with 2 broken legs, 6 broken ribs, a snapped collarbone, a broken wrist, fractured elbow, and 62 stitches.
Dora had been in Mungo's for 2 days after the incident at the Department of Mysteries, and was almost positive she was going to be kicked out of the order. He felt like throwing a tantrum at the very thought. No more sharing an apartment with Kingsley, No more giving Remus the occasional fleeting glace, no more Mrs.Weasley fussing over her grass-stained jeans. None of it would be left. She'd have to go back to living with her mum; she would have to get a job in Diagon Alley; she would have no one to help with dinner; she would miss it all.
But, of course, the one thing Dora didn't know was that Dumbledore had no intention of kicking Tonks out of The Order, and that the only reason they were there was to take her back to Grimmauld Place. By now, the nurse had finished taking out the IV's and feeding tubes. Even though Nymphadora was still covered in bandages and casts, she was ready to go home. Kingsley picked her up carefully, her broken limbs dangling helplessly at her sides. The Order walked soundlessly out the door, and apparated to the street of Grimmauld Place, with Kinglsey still holding onto Tonks. Not a word was said until they entered the house.
Tonks was deposited softly into a chair in the sitting room. Dumbledore stepped forward, his piercing blue eyes starring deep into her green ones. "Well Ms. Tonks, how are you feeling?" He asked pleasantly "Alright." She admitted softly, picking at a loose thread on her pants. And then, suddenly: "If you're going to kick me out, please do it now." To her great surprise, everyone in the room smiled, some of the order members looking in different directions to hide they're grins. Remus looked at her, smiled, and then kicked softly at the ugly carpet.
Dumbledore chuckled softly, and turned to her, saying "I have positively no intention of kicking you out of The Order, Ms. Tonks." "But- but I..I mean..I failed," Tonks stuttered dumbly "If, if I could have only hung in there for a few minutes longer, Sirius might still be alive. I can't fight, duel, sneak, or do anything a proper Auror should be able to do." With this, tears began to leak to from her eyes.
"It isn't the size of the Auror in the fight, Nymphadora, but the size of the fight in the Auror." As Dumbledore finished, he patted her hand softly, and disapparated. Some of the Order disapparated with Dumbledore, but many of them stayed to sit with Dora, hug her, and rejoice in her still being with them. After all, as long as there was The Order of the Phoenix, there would be faith in Dora.
By. PumpkinsandPastilles
Author's Note: Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
It had been a Sunday afternoon when Tonks had awoken to The Order standing around the Hospital Bed. The nurse was pulling out all of Nymphadora's IV's. Wizards hardly ever used muggle medical procedures, but Augustus Pye- the same healer who had been assigned to Arthur Weasley- had burst through the door to the trauma ward, shouting what the Mediwizards thought was nonsense about needles and medication. Little Nymphadora Tonks had been beaten at the Ministry of Magic, leaving her with 2 broken legs, 6 broken ribs, a snapped collarbone, a broken wrist, fractured elbow, and 62 stitches.
Dora had been in Mungo's for 2 days after the incident at the Department of Mysteries, and was almost positive she was going to be kicked out of the order. He felt like throwing a tantrum at the very thought. No more sharing an apartment with Kingsley, No more giving Remus the occasional fleeting glace, no more Mrs.Weasley fussing over her grass-stained jeans. None of it would be left. She'd have to go back to living with her mum; she would have to get a job in Diagon Alley; she would have no one to help with dinner; she would miss it all.
But, of course, the one thing Dora didn't know was that Dumbledore had no intention of kicking Tonks out of The Order, and that the only reason they were there was to take her back to Grimmauld Place. By now, the nurse had finished taking out the IV's and feeding tubes. Even though Nymphadora was still covered in bandages and casts, she was ready to go home. Kingsley picked her up carefully, her broken limbs dangling helplessly at her sides. The Order walked soundlessly out the door, and apparated to the street of Grimmauld Place, with Kinglsey still holding onto Tonks. Not a word was said until they entered the house.
Tonks was deposited softly into a chair in the sitting room. Dumbledore stepped forward, his piercing blue eyes starring deep into her green ones. "Well Ms. Tonks, how are you feeling?" He asked pleasantly "Alright." She admitted softly, picking at a loose thread on her pants. And then, suddenly: "If you're going to kick me out, please do it now." To her great surprise, everyone in the room smiled, some of the order members looking in different directions to hide they're grins. Remus looked at her, smiled, and then kicked softly at the ugly carpet.
Dumbledore chuckled softly, and turned to her, saying "I have positively no intention of kicking you out of The Order, Ms. Tonks." "But- but I..I mean..I failed," Tonks stuttered dumbly "If, if I could have only hung in there for a few minutes longer, Sirius might still be alive. I can't fight, duel, sneak, or do anything a proper Auror should be able to do." With this, tears began to leak to from her eyes.
"It isn't the size of the Auror in the fight, Nymphadora, but the size of the fight in the Auror." As Dumbledore finished, he patted her hand softly, and disapparated. Some of the Order disapparated with Dumbledore, but many of them stayed to sit with Dora, hug her, and rejoice in her still being with them. After all, as long as there was The Order of the Phoenix, there would be faith in Dora.