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Nymphadora Tonks sat in the Auror office, the newspaper in front of her keeping her entertained as she picked at the packed dinner in front of her. The day had been boring, yes interesting things happened in the Wizarding world every day, things that Aurors had to deal with, but Dora didn't get to. No, she was too young and nieve for anyone to trust her with something like that yet. So as her fellow Aurors worked around her she had nothing, no cases or meetings she was always the beginner brought along to observe, still 'training' even though she was fully qualified.
But her day would grow interesting. She heard rushed footsteps before the area was flooded, her colleagues scurried around her grabbing their cloaks no doubt on their way to some urgent call. She stood up quickly catching the sense of severity in the air.
Dawlish rushed past her. "Come on we're going to Hogwarts," He said quickly throwing her coat at her. She threw her coat over her shoulder quickly before stumbling after him."Why are we going to Hogwarts?"
Dawlish looked over his shoulder at her before addressing her as if she were an annoying fly, "They've found Sirius Black."
Snape walked through the forest with his wand tip shinning, breaking away the darkness.
A clearing in the forest came into view and he saw them, he slowed, taking gentle steps towards the three collapsed figures. But there was movement, by the man slouched over the smaller figure.
Sirius was holding Atria tightly in his grasp in a dementor induced daze, his mind was having trouble grasping onto anything nothing else.
Snape uttered a spell before shooting the red flares into the sky, he watched as his childhood nemeses poked his head up when the crackling sound of the flare echoed in the forest and red light cascaded over him.
Snape slowed his approach when their eyes locked, "Put the girl down Black," Snape said menacingly approaching the man.
Sirius did nothing of the sought, Instead, he held his daughter closer, looking at Snape pleadingly, "Help her," he croaked. Snape looked into the man's grey eyes, it was clear to anyone who saw him, that at this point Sirius Black was not all there. He could see the madness swimming around in the other man's eyes, a madness that had not been there earlier but was clear now. "Please, she's cold," Sirius stuttered weakly, "she doesn't have long, I don't know what..what he did to her."
"The Auror's will be here soon, now let her go," Snape said as he slowly approached wand still raised.
"Please get someone," Sirius said, clearing still disoriented after the dementors attack, "she needs help Snape, please don't, don't let her go please, I can't….."
"Listen to me!" Snape snapped at Sirius, his patience running thin as he eyed the girl in her father lap, "people are coming, Put her down and we can get her help."
Sirius's eyes darted around nervously, but still slowly lowered Atria down to the ground reluctantly.
Snape moved quickly to Atria's side as the sound of Aurors and Professors apperating sounded around them.
The Aurors surrounded Sirius quickly, who did nothing to stop them when they moved in closer, but Snape didn't bear witness to the arrest, he was to busy assessing the girl.
She was practically frozen, her body stiff and her lips blue.
"What is it Severus," McGonagall asked over his shoulder fearfully, it didn't take a genius to realise that something wrong had happened to Atria Black.
He looked her over, the way her veins rose from beneath her skin and her breath rattled, the answer was clear. "She's been poisoned," he said brusquely lifting her into his arms and appararting straight to the hospital wing.
Hermione sat waiting for something to happen for anything to happen, her leg shaking nervously on the end of Ron's bed. It had been an hour since she had last seen Harry as he ran off after Sirius, and as for Atria, she had no clue. She lifted her head when loud cracks signalled others arrival. Hermione jumped off the bed, standing stiffly as she watched.
Snape held a frail body in his arms and madam Pomfrey helped him place the figure down on the bed. Meanwhile, Harry was being placed on the bed by Aurors.
She walked closer towards where Snape and Madam Pomfrey bustled and caught a glimpse of the sickly girl.
She moved closer until Snape turned and upon seeing her his brow tightened in a hateful glare.
"Is she okay," Hermione stammered.
"No thanks to you," Snape said cruelly before closing the curtain in her face.
"What is this Severus?" Madam Pomfrey asked her hand over Atria's forehead.
Snape moved forward before tenderly taking hold of Atria's hand, lifting it into his view and inspecting the poison's effect, her cold skin and bulging veins, "I suspect Belladonna."
the curtains moved as dumbledore parted them stepping into space, "How long, Severus?" Snape looked over to where Dumbledore stood, his eyes on the girl before they locked with Snape's, "An hour," Snape said grimly before lowering Atria's hand back to the bed limply, "most likely less."
"Can we fix this?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she began to dab a damp warm cloth on Atria's frozen skin.
Snape shook his head, "We need the antidote and brewing one takes weeks, the only place that would have one on hand would be St Mongo's."
Dumbledore nodded and walked to the side of the hospital bed, standing opposite Snape. He placed one hand over Atria's, "Is she in pain?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, Not while she's unconscious," Snape said.
Dumbledore nodded, "I'll send Minerva to St Mongo's for the antidote, hopefully, we have that time."
Severus drew the curtains around Atria, McGonagall would be back shortly but any sooner and it would be too late for anything to help her. He looked down at her, this girl who had been nothing but a thorn in his side since the beginning. He told himself, he wouldn't care if she died but he knew it was a lie. The unfairness of it all, the girl before him a felt little to no joy or love in her life and now at the tender age of 13, it may come to an end. All because stupid brats could not listen and indulged themselves on stupid fantasies.
"The minister would like a word" Snape heard a voice say behind him."Don't worry I can watch her."
Snape turned, sneering at the young women. "Yes leave her in the hands of an amateur Auror, smartest idea you've had in a while miss Tonks," Snape said to the pink-haired aurora, "hoping for an overdue family reunion."
Dora didn't even flinch as she already used to it his insults and sharp tongue, but she wasn't a student this time, "Will she be alright?"
"I don't know yet, just make sure she's still alive when I come back," Snape said before pushing past the curtain and leaving Dora alone with her cousin.
Dora walked closer to the girl looking at her sickly form. Her dark hair was sleek with sweat, her breath rattling and deep. Her hair turned white with fear before her eyes. She tugged on the curl in front of her face annoyed before pushing it away.
She sat down on the chair that sat next to Atria's bed, listening to her heavy breathing.
"She'll be alright dear," Madam Pomfrey said comfortingly as she closed the curtains.
"Is there anything else we can do?" Dora asked," she sounds like she's in pain,"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "Not until Minerva is back and she will be soon."
Dora nodded, running a hand through her now white hair before leaning back in her chair.
Minutes past and Dora grew nervous as she looked at Atria. She remembered Atria, a much smaller version of her from when she was a child. She remembered the day her mother had come home and told her Marlene was dead and Atria was gone. She had cried for days, Dora didn't have any aunts, she was estranged from that side of the family from all except Sirius, but she had Marlene. They were constantly over for dinner and visits, Marlene and Sirius, Dora used to think when she was younger that when she fell in love she wanted someone who would love her as much as Sirius did Marlene, or so she thought. After, she had been left with nothing but betrayal and devastation. Malene had been important to Dora, she was the reason she had become an Auror and now her daughter lay in bed close to death and she could do nothing.
She could have thought about it forever had it not been for the slight change in the atmosphere.
Silence, it was quiet, very quiet and Dora's eyes widened as she looked over to atria whose heavy breathing had stopped.
She stood up moving closer to her trying hard to hear the soft sound of Atria breath, But her chest was no longer moving up in down in desperation for air.
Dora rushed, pushing apart the curtains her hands shaking fearfully before yelling out to madam Pomfrey, "She's not breathing!"
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