February 18, 1996 :04h00am

Location-Ministry of Magic Prisoners Cells.

A splash of freezing cold water was what greeted Harry and Hermione early in the morning.

"Wake up, you two! It's scrubbing time!"came a very familiar female voice.

Hermione shrieked as the water drenched her and she sat bolt upright. She looked past the legs of the Auror to see that the enchantments that blocked her from seeing Harry were removed. She saw Harry in a similar situation as she.

Harry put on his glasses and squinted up at the male Auror. Who he saw struck some hope in his heart. "Kingsley! Is that you?"he said, and he also spied Tonks from the other end of the corridor, near Hermione. "Tonks!"he exclaimed happily. "Are you also here to tell us that we're free?"

Tonks face twisted into an ugly smirk. "No, Potter. You and Muddy here are still locked up, we're just taking ya out for a bath,"she hissed.

Both teens blanched. Why were two of the people they trusted being so mean to them?

"W-Why are you doing this, guys? Don't you believe us?"squeaked Hermione.

"No! And none of the Order does too. Only the traitors Black, Snape and McGonagall believe your shit,"growled Kingsley.

Harry's heart sunk. Even Dumbledore didn't believe them. Hermione gave a disbelieving wail.

"Why do you believe such nonsense! We never even did ANYTHING! Tell us why you think we lie!"yelled Harry.

Tonks went all up in his face and pulled a sneer that even Lucius Malfoy would be proud of. She pointed a sharpened finger to his chest and punctuated each word with a sharp jab. "You are a fucking Parslemouth. SHE is someone who thirsts for all types of knowledge. SHE wasn't even there in the stands for the Tournament. YOU were declared Heir of Slytherin, are you not? I was still attending school that year and no one said otherwise. WHO has enough power to drive off one HUNDRED fucking Dementors?! A Dark Wizard! That's who! And you've done it! YOU can see inside You-Know-Who's MIND! Who's to say he's not feeding you knowledge about the Dark Arts?! And you must've killed Cedric! Now you and Muddy are finally getting—What—You—Two—DESERVINGLY—Have—Had—COMING! Now, get the fuck up and move! You're wasting my time!"Tonks screeched.

She and Kingsley both fired a Mild Cutting Hex with enough force to only graze the frightened teens. Both Harry and Hermione quickly stood up as fast as their bodies would allow, since they were stiff from sleeping in a cramped space.

Neither teen made any sound. Tears were sliding silently down their cheeks as they walked to the washrooms.

If this was just at the Ministry, how was it going to be at Azkaban?