Chapter Two – A Trip and A Dream Away
Nymphadora Tonks's POV
I was at home, reading on the couch. I had taken up reading random thins, which was actually proving to be interesting.
Then, Remus came in, a hurried look on his face. "Sweetheart, we're needed at the Order. Now."
I slammed by book shut, and put on my jacket. "Remus, what's going on? I thought we weren't supposed to meet until—"
Remus nodded his head. "Tomorrow. Yes, I know. Something's happened near Wales, but that's all I know." He then grabbed a handful of Floo Power, stepped into the fireplace, and was gone in seconds.
I did the same, and was at the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Sirius was now gone, but Harry had given it to us to use. When I got there, it was silent, except for hushed whispers in the dining room.
When I went in, Dumbledore, Remus, Moody, the Weasleys, Kingsley, and Severus were all there. "What's going on?" I asked, sitting down in an empty chair.
Moody spoke first. "The Hawthornes are dead. At least, that'll be confirmed when we go there."
I was confused. "Did Voldemort—"
Molly, still teary-eyes, nodded. "Yes. Hopefully, they're not all dead. They're the only family on my side that are still alive."
"Don't worry, I know. So, who's all going?" I asked.
"Well," Dumbledore said, "It depends on who all wishes to. We can't have too many though. Voldemort may be keeping an eye on the area."
I should go. I'm better at disguising myself. "I'll go," I consented.
Moody raised an eyebrow. "If I didn't go, something would be very wrong with me."
Arthur finally spoke up. "I might as well go. I'll probably be able to recognize anyone."
Dumbledore nodded. "Well then. You might want to go now. The attack actually occurred not that long ago."
I stood up, along with Moody and Arthur, and we all left the room. "I hope you all brought broomsticks. The house has been destroyed, so the fireplace isn't working," Arthur pointed out.
I reached into a nearby closet and pulled out two broomsticks, along with Moody's. We then went outside and took off, Arthur leading the way.
After about two hours of riding, we arrived at the Hawthorne's. To our dismay, the house was demolished.
"We landed, and Arthur started shouting. "Brian! Ashlyn! Madison! Carmen!" He then started to go through the rubble.
Moody quickly grabbed Arthur and put his hand over Arthur's mouth. "Quiet! None of use know what may be lurking around. Tonks, you can go look."
I rolled my eyes at him and my hair went black. "Fine." I then pointed my wand at some of the rubble. Wingardium Leviosa. Rubble floated in the air, and I put it on another part of the lawn. "Moody, you see anything?"
Moody came over, looking around. Then, he pointed to something. "There. That shiny silver thing."
Arthur raced toward what Moody had seen to find a hand sticking out, a silver charm bracelet on the wrist that was attached. He then moved the rubble around. "It's Maddie!" He put his hand on her neck, and I assumed he was checking her pulse or something. He must've felt something, because he moved more rubble a bit frantically.
When he was done, there was a girl just lying there. She had dull blue-black—not wait, her hair was orange—no, her hair kept changing colors. She must be a Metamorphagus like me… "Is she going to be okay, Arthur?"
"I think so," Arthur suspected. "But, we'd better move her. There's no telling what may happen." I watched him pick her up ever so carefully. Without speaking, he apparated, and I assumed that he had gone back to London.
I then looked at Moody, and he looked back at me. "Are you going to ride back or not? I'm not waiting much longer."
Moody looked at his broom, the back at me. "Might as well. It'll save time." He then decided to go ahead and apparate, broom in hand, without me.
I sighed. Might as well. I went and grabbed Arthur's broom, and apparated back to Headquarters.
**3 Days Later**
Maddie's POV
I managed to wake up, my head in immense pain. Everything looked blurry. Maybe it's from the blow to the head… Then, a burst of pain shot through my already broken body, but I didn't have enough strength to scream. I tried to move, but a voice spoke to me.
"Darling, don't move. You don't have enough strength quite yet."
Wait, is that…Aunt Molly? Wait, where am I? Oh, bloody hell… I didn't listen to her. Luckily, I could feel my fingers and toes. She went out of the room, which was a good thing for me, because I got up. It was quite painful, but I ignored it. When I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror nearby, I didn't like what I saw.
For one thing, my hair was changing color rapidly. I looked even paler than usual, and there were scrapes and bruises all over my arms. I looked God-awful right now. Standing up's going to be great, too.
When I stood up, my legs gave out and I crumpled to the ground, which made something like a loud noise. As I tried to get up, I heard the door open. Then, I felt a pair of warm hands take mine and help me up; they were accompanied by a voice, which was unfamiliar to me.
"Here, let me help you."
Reluctantly, I let the stranger help me. Honestly, I wanted to kick him, but I decided that now was not the best time for that. When I was finally on both feet, he let go of me. Surprisingly, I didn't crumple back to the floor again.
When I looked in the mirror again, I saw his face. His hair was a bit more untidy that I would've preferred, and it was jet black. His eyes were what really captivated me. They were a brilliant emerald green, which was kinda like mine, with the exception that mine were blue. At that point, he had what I believed to be a smirk on his face. Honestly though, my vision was still a little blurry.
I rubbed my eyes furiously. When I was done, he was still there. "Can I have some privacy, please?"
I watched as he silently walked away.
I went to go downstairs, but I was a little cautious. There was some very audible chatter from downstairs, and I was afraid that everyone would worry about me. Maddie, get over it.
I crept quietly down the stairs, but the one at the bottom creaked anyway. Then, the chatter stopped. Oh great, they frickin' heard me. Memo to self: work on stealth later.
Luckily, the chatter started again, and I could tell that it was coming from the dining room. At least, I thought it was the dining room.
Anyway, I crept through silently through the hallway to the room, which was at the end. The door was cracked open, and I could smell food. Food, glorious food… I hadn't eaten in days.
