A/N: How was your holiday? Mine was pretty good.

Tonks's POV

I was at word, minding my own business, when I overhead Proudfoot and Savage talking. They were discussing trouble with the werewolves. I froze. Remus was with the werewolves. If the werewolves were being violent, Remus might get hurt or worse. I know Remus is a strong fighter, but he also tends to try to work it out before jumping right in. His hesitation might be bad. I thought of who I could ask for information. No one in the Order really knew anything else about the werewolves . . . except for Dumbledore.

At Hogsmeade, my post, I decided now would be the best time to ask Dumbledore. The others didn't need me, Hogsmeade was empty. I hurried into to Hogwarts, and went to Dumbledore's office (I remembered where it was from my time at Hogwarts. I always had to talk to the Headmaster because I was "misbehaving." In reality I was just having some fun).

Dumbledore had given his password to the Order members, so I went right up there. I was surprised to find it empty. A memory nagged in the back of my head, and I realized that Dumbledore had said that he was busy and was leaving Hogwarts. I was probably too gloomy at the meeting to register it.

I left the office and was walking along the 7th floor when I heard a noise. And then a scream from no one yelling "OUCH!"

Harry suddenly appeared, clutching his toe.

"Harry?" I asked, surprised. I startled him and he fell over. He got up.

"What're you doing here?" He asked. I realized that this might be awkward for him, since this is the second time I saw him lying on the floor.

"I came to see Dumbledore," I said.

"His office isn't here," Harry began, "it's round the other side of the castle, behind the gargoyle—"

"I know. He's not there. Apparently he's gone away again." I felt irritated that he had to go now. I really had to see if Remus was okay.

"Has he? Hey—you know where he goes, I suppose?" Harry asked, curious. Maybe if I was the old self, I would be just as curious.

"No," I said.

"What did you want to see him about?" asked Harry.

"Nothing in particular." I said, involuntarily picking at my sleeve. I had picked up that trait now, especially when I was trying to avoid a question. "I just thought he might know what's going on . . . I've heard rumors . . . people getting hurt . . ."

"Yeah, I know, it's all been in the papers. That little kid trying to kill his—"

"The Prophet's often behind the time." I said, not really paying attention. An idea came to me. "You haven't had any letters from anyone in the Order recently?"

"No one from the Order writes to me anymore, not since Sirius—"

Hearing his name being spoken jolted me, and I fought back the tears (not very successfully) that were coming. Harry muttered something, but I didn't catch that. "What? Well . . . I'll see you around, Harry . . ."

I turned around and left, very upset. I went into a vacant bathroom to just clean up to make it look like I wasn't crying. I took a deep breath and went back to Hogsmeade.