"Oh. Well cheers Kingsley." I said with a grin, sitting up straighter automatically. "That's why I wanted to talk to you." He said. "Do you remember the Order of the Phoenix?" "Yeah, it was a secret society thingy formed in the first war, wasn't it?" Nymphadora Tonks gets an invitation to join a secret society formed on the basis of fighting against Voldemort. As the Wizarding World prepares for the possibility of war, times are changing, and trust is misplaced. This is her story.

The forest was paved in grey under a full moon. It was summer. But the air was cold as the tall man with bare feet stood forwards.

Another man stumbled forwards. He was short, with small eyes, a pointed nose, and thinning grey hair. His teeth were uneven too. He fiddled with his hands as he spoke.

"M-my lord? He's here."

"Well don't just stand there, Wormtail. Bring him forwards."

"Y-yes, my lord." The man stuttered, bowing his head, before quickly scampering away again. He was back a second later, a man by his side. He was taller and younger, with short, dark hair, bright eyes and pale skin. His left ear was pierced.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lord."

Voldemort had white skin and red eyes. He didn't look quite human. He watched the man closely, amusement in his eyes as the man bowed before him.

"I hear that you wish to join our ranks."

"That's right, my lord." The man said. "Like yourself, I believe that Mudbloods are an abomination in this world. I believe I have the strength to help you rid this world of them."

Voldemort looked almost surprised. The man seemed genuinely comfortable in his company. Most of his followers were simpering cowards.

"Is that so? Tell me then. What could you offer me exactly?"

"I work in the Ministry. They would never think I was a spy."

"So you've managed to gain their trust? That's not much of an achievement considering that the Ministry is run by a pack of fools." Voldemort said with a snort.

His followers, all lurking around him, laughed loudly in response.

But the man didn't look phased. He shrugged. "Perhaps you're right. But nobody would think of me as a threat either. That puts me in a perfect position to help you take over the Ministry. Already, I have been overhearing rumours. Just yesterday, there was talk of Harry Potter being moved to a safehouse within the next month."

Voldemort almost smiled. "That is interesting news. Though, it's hardly the most precise news I've heard. A month is a long time. So unless you have other news, your presence is no use to me—"

"Wait!" The man exclaimed, an anxious look crossing his features. "I can find out more for you. I'm practically in Scrimgeour's pockets, I could easily get him talking."

Voldemort halted, watching this man with a curious look. Perhaps he could be of some use after all. "Congratulations. As it turns, out, I have a job just for you."

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