Summary: Tonks, Sirius, Snape, Narcissa, Luna, Dobby and Bob the Dementor must save the Wizarding World one evil faction at a time. Together, they walk the downward spiral to insanity.

Ratings: T (downgraded for now, because it doesn't seem as though I'll be doing anything too profane)

Timeline: Post Goblet of Fire, pre Order of the Phoenix, though keeping in mind the various character and spell introductions of the final books.

Disclaimer: (I guess I should probably include this) Harry Potter and all related characters property of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter Thirty Two

Hospital food was bad. Prison food was bad. In the past, Tonks had only had the misfortune to experience one of the two, albeit one on a rather constant basis. Now, though, she found herself partaking in a rather unfortunate amalgamation of the two. The meal was supposedly beef with vegetables, but it looked as though it had been hit with a Blasting Curse. After a single bite, Tonks retched. It tasted as though it had been hit with a Blasting Curse as well. She almost would have preferred to be in St Mungos, hearing a healer say something along the lines of "sixth time this year? You really must be more careful, Miss Tonks!" Technically, it would have only been the fifth time that year – the ambiguous "sixth time" had been the result of a nasty accident in the course of leaving the hospital for a completely unrelated injury.

That had been embarrassing.

Unable to finish the meal, she put down her fork and made a small sound of disgust. A voice from the right startled her.

'You finally got yours, did you?'

Tonks groaned. Of all the people they had to room her with, it had to be the person that she'd arrested the week before. If she had been conscious when they'd brought her in, she might well have said something about it.

'Learning experience, Docarus. Spend a week in prison, makes me feel all the more eager to send people like you there.'

He snarled at her. 'I think you'll be spending a lot more than a week. Rumour has it you killed the Minster for Magic. That'll get you five times the sentence I got. Make no mistake; I'll be telling people what you are.'

This statement told Tonks two things, firstly, that while people knew she had killed the Minister, they didn't know that she had been under the Imperius Curse. Secondly, that Docarus hadn't yet been in a cell. If he thought that he'd get a chance to speak to anyone with the Dementors around whilst in a single person cell, he had another thing coming.

'Oh get a grip, Docarus. They'll heal you eventually.' She hadn't meant to hospitalise him indefinitely. Her wandwork was just a little too...enthusiastic sometimes. Auror or not, she still made mistakes.

Footsteps indicated that either a guard or a healer was on the way. It turned out to be a guard. Tonks recognised him from Hogwarts. He had been three years above her, and probably should have amounted to more than a guard at a prison.

'Tonks. Moving you out today.' He threw her the prison regalia without the slightest hint of recognition. He waved his wand at the bed curtain to give her some brief privacy.

'Enjoy your time in Azkaban,' Docarus called after Tonks, as the guard led her to a cell. She passed Sirius, giving him a quick wave that went unnoticed. It was with little amusement that she noted Bob hanging around outside his cell. Further along was Bellatrix, looking more insane than when she had first entered the prison, which, Tonks thought, was saying something. At least with Bellatrix, anyway. The guard put her in the cell two down from Bellatrix, right on the far wall of the prison.

The guard looked at her, his expression finally something other than cold indifference. 'I've been told to tell you that your case is pending a Wizengamot hearing which may take any time between three days and three years. Meals will be given at 9am and 9pm, and the best way to learn the rules is to break them. On a personal note, I give you the advice to strongly attempt not going insane.' The word insane brought something up in Tonks's memory. She slumped down on the hard prison mattress.

Insane. The prophecy had that in it, didn't it? Something about a path to something. She realised that after all that, they hadn't even managed to find out what the prophecy said. If it hadn't already been fulfilled, then that meant there would be some interesting times ahead.