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Several people were walking past the small cell. Everybody was busy with something else. Somebody quickly shoved something warm to drink through the hatch in the solid door, then quickly moved on. The pink haired woman that was the only resident of the cell slowly got up from her bed and went to pick the mug up. She took a sip and closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheek once more. She had just faced a dead Moody and memories had come flashing back. How she had raised her wand against him and how he had fallen to the ground. It was all her fault. Kingsley had said there was nothing she could do about it but then why was she here, locked in this cell like a criminal?

The drink calmed her down a bit, Tonks sniffed it and smelled some chamomile. She smiled for her mother, Andromena, had used it several times when Tonks was little. It always was the only thing to calm her down when she was bouncing up and down the room and knocking things over again.

After she had let the drink comfort her, she put down the mug again she laid down and tried to remember important information from Voldemorts hide-out, or other things she might have picked up.

Her night in here had been terrible, her sleeping mind had finally got the time to go over the things she'd been through and it had done so in abundance. Especially the memory of Voldemorts cave and his persuasion had come back many times.

She startled at the sound of voices outside her door. Slowly, it opened and Kingsley Shacklebolt entered, followed by the young Auror Dingerly

Dingerly instantly moved towards her and sat next to her. 'Poor Tonks.' he said, hugging her tightly.

Tonks gaped for breath, 'Dingerly…Sean let go! I can't breathe!' He was always so impulsive it was almost dangerous. He acted a bit like her, but often even worse. Nevertheless she smiled at him when he let go, he meant well and she appreciated it.

Kingsley cleared his throat, he looked at them with a slight smile, then his face became serious again. 'Do you remember anything useful yet?' he asked her.

'Nothing.' she answered quietly.

Kingsley saw her sad expression and felt like he had to comfort her. 'Look Tonks, we haven't put you in her because we think you are a criminal. It's just part of the procedure, until they completed the investigation. Besides, it's saver for everyone, including you. Voldemort will certainly be searching for you as long that there's any way you might give us important information. There's no way for him to get here.'

Tonks smiled sadly at him, 'Thanks.'

It was silent in the cell for several minutes. Dingerly rubbed her back in a soothing gesture, Kingsley seemed to evaluate her, as if to see if she was okay again.

'I…I have something to ask you.' he said slowly, hesitantly. Tonks head snapped up, she had a bad feeling about this. 'We have been searching for Lupin ever since we caught Pettigrew yesterday morning.' Kingsley continued. 'Do you have any clue where he might be?'

Tonks felt her heart go cold. 'You mean you can't find him?'

It was dark and quiet outside his cell. Inside it was even darker, but it wasn't really quiet. The sound of little paws could be heard everywhere around him. Rats were fighting over his only meal of the day, squeaking loudly, but Remus didn't pay them any attention. He was contemplating his current condition.

Apparently, he was being used to 'control' Tonks, whatever Voldemort was doing with her. He hoped she was all right, he had heard Malfoy say something about leaving her in Azkaban. Remus had been shocked by the fact that all the Death Eaters had escaped from the magical prison. As he was considering it, he began to like the story less and less.

If Tonks was really left behind, there was no way for Voldemort or his followers to get to her. That meant she was free again, but if Voldemort had used the imperius on her then… Remus didn't know what the outcome would be then. But Voldemort would have no use for her anymore in the hands of the Aurors. 'Why am I still here? What's going to happen to me now?'

As rats surrounded him in his prison he sat in the furthest corner, staring into the darkness.

Rats where scurrying everywhere in her Masters stronghold. Feya Bentwood was cursing them as she climbed the round stairs that where leading to the old bell tower. 'Why does the meeting have to be all the way up there?' she asked to no one in particular. The tower belonged to a small church, build long ago by wizards who had wanted a place of their own to practise religion. It was well hidden behind some hangars near the harbour and almost forgotten. No one would come here to search for the Dark Lord.

The stairs were climbing the tower endlessly and Feya tripped over loose stones or rats several times. She was panting heavily when she finally reached the end of them. A small porch led to the bell chamber, with the four massive magical bells. The ringing of those bells could only be heard by pureblood wizards. Feya found it to be quite funny that the Dark Lord wouldn't be able to hear the bells if the were rang, but of course she never spoke that thought out loud.

As she entered the gigantic chamber several people, those who were involved in the 'metamorphmagus case', turned towards her.

'Finally you're here.' Romulus sneered, 'What happened? The stairs were too much for you?'

Feya ignored him and walked past him, towards the balustrade at the far end of the chamber. Immediately she was overwhelmed by the view. Everywhere she directed her eyes the view magically zoomed-in, making her very dizzy. She tried to pull her gaze away from it but didn't manage.

'The trick is to watch through your eyelashes if you want it to stop.' a voice said in her ear.

Feya took no risk and closed her eyes completely; she only opened them after she had turned around. Jaston Hayers was standing behind her, with an amused look on his face. She hadn't heard him come in.

'Are you all right?' he asked with a slight smile. She nodded, still a bit nauseous. Behind she saw their Master apparate in the middle of the room. 'Why didn't I think of that?' she wondered.

All people in the room turned towards the Dark Lord and fell on their knees. The meeting regarding Nymphadora Tonks' and Remus Lupins fate was about to begin.

A/N: Sigh… school is starting all too soon andI'm alsobeginning ata new job. Can't begood for the progress of my story but I'll try my best, I promise. Please don't be angry if the next chapter may take a while :-/