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The Instrument of Voldemort's Destruction
Charlie raised an eyebrow when he found his car already occupied upon entry. Not that it wasn't a pleasant surprise to see Amelia, just unexpected. He'd have to have a word with his security to ensure that they'd had more foreknowledge than he'd had.
"I think you might want to sit in on the Granger family dinner tonight," Amelia said.
"Oh?"
"My sources tell me that Gringotts sent a representative to meet with Phil and I had a meeting with the Head of the Department of Mysteries. It promises to be a very enlightening meal."
"That does promise to be an enlightening meal," Charlie agreed.
IIIIIIIIII
Mandy didn't know what to think when she was called in for another meeting in the coach's office. She'd given him Harry's note, what else could they want with her?
"Was told to ask a couple questions about your meeting with Harry Potter," the coach explained. "Nothing bad, we're just hoping you can clear a few things up for us."
"Shoot."
"You mentioned the size of the house he was in; was it his?"
"Nope, belonged to one of the girls," she replied.
"One of them?" the coach asked with a grin. Seemed the-boy-who-lived was a bit of a Lothario, to think she'd written the rumors off as the normal garbage put out by the gossip mags.
"He had four of them with him, not sure if they were involved romantically or not." Mandy grinned back, reading the older woman's thoughts. "Not that most witches wouldn't be happy to snag 'the-boy-who-lived,' just wasn't clear."
"Was one of the girls named Susan?" the coach asked intently, her smile dropping as she remembered another, more credible rumor the owners had passed on.
"Why?" Mandy demanded.
"Because we believe that one of his girls is Amelia Bones', the Director's of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones, niece."
"So?"
"So she's a big fan of the team. We do something nice for her and maybe we can get Potter to agree to another meeting."
"But he did," Mandy said with a frown. "Said we could contact him any time after he goes back to school."
"You're absolutely sure that he wasn't just giving a personal invitation to you? He's willing to meet with the owners about security?"
"Don't think it was just an invitation to me, coach." She looked at the older woman. "Something wrong with the price list he gave?"
"They tell me that it's a bit too low," the coach replied.
"So send someone to Hogwarts to talk to him that knows what they're doing," Mandy said with a shrug. "Easy."
"Just waltz in and talk with him?" the coach laughed. "He's Harry Potter, you don't just drop in on the-boy-who-lived and expect him to make time for you."
"Might be best to floo the castle first," Mandy amended. "I don't think Harry would mind, he gave the impression of being just a normal guy."
"A normal guy who commands a private security force as large as the Auror Corps and who's defeated 'he-who-must-not-be-named' several times in single combat," the Coach said sarcastically. "What about that says normal to you?"
"Not to mention a bunch of other things," Mandy agreed. "Ron says that Harry's a normal guy who has too much luck. Bad gets him into the crazy situations and the good gets him out. Oh, and that trying to cross him would be the worst mistake the owners could ever make because Harry Potter doesn't know how to lose and doesn't believe in going for anything but the throat."
The coach snorted. "What's say we do this, we have the team sign one of our game snitches and have you go to Hogwarts to present it to his girl Susan. You sound him out to confirm that he's willing to speak with one of the owners."
"He's got four girls, coach. At least two of them were fans."
"We can sign four snitches as easily as we can sign one," the coach replied.
"True, but I really don't think we need to go to all this trouble, coach."
"Need to or not, we're going to do it." The coach rubbed her eyes. "We need protection and we need to deal with Potter to get it. Best do everything we can to stay on his good side, 'eh?"
IIIIIIIIII
Due to the horror that is London traffic, Charlie and Amelia arrived just as everyone was finishing their evening meal. To Charlie's pleasure, their ordeal had resulted in Amelia promising to explore the idea of having the traffic avoidance charms applied to his official conveyance. Something that more than made up for the trouble so far as he was concerned.
They were met at the door by Amelia's niece, who had made a habit of greeting her aunt at the door and immediately throwing herself into the woman's arms, and their host.
"I trust we've got something we need to discuss?" Phil asked, greeting them upon their arrival.
"We do," Charlie agreed.
"I'll have the staff send something for you to to chew on to my office. I'll meet you there." He turned and was pleased to find his daughter standing beside him.
"You're going to have a talk about politics, aren't you?" Hermione asked.
"We are," Charlie agreed. "Specifically magical, normal, and goblin and how we're dealing with them to resolve the Voldemort situation."
"Care to join us, darling?" Phil asked hopefully.
"I wish I could, daddy," Hermione replied. "It sounds like it would be very educational. But I promised Luna that I'd help her chase down the oil leak on her motorcycle. I, um . . . I think she'd agree to postpone it, I also think it would hurt her terribly if I asked even if she didn't say anything." It tore her up to see how vulnerable her friend was sometimes. "I am unwilling to put her through that so I am afraid that I must decline your invitation at this time."
"If that's the case, by all means, stay with your friend," Phil said quickly.
"Thanks for understanding, daddy." Hermione gave her father a hug. "I'll badger Harry for the details later."
"Alright, darling," he agreed, making a mental note that his daughter's apathy towards all matters business did not apply to all matters political. "Perhaps next time."
"Okay, daddy," Hermione agreed. "Bye, Uncle Charlie."
"Goodbye, squirt," Charlie said fondly.
They waited until Amelia had managed to extricate herself from her niece's concerned embrace and the three of them retired to Phil's office.
"Harry going to be joining us?" Charlie asked.
"Should be," Phil replied.
"Sorry I'm late," Harry said as he walked in with Tonks. "Just going over some things about Hogwarts."
"Harry's got an absolutely brilliant map that we are going to have to try to duplicate," Tonks reported. "I would also like to look into making versions of it for every location we're currently guarding. I'll tell you all about it later, boss." Amelia gave a sharp nod in reply.
"Who'd like to start things off?" Phil asked.
"I will," Amelia offered.
"Amelia has the floor," Phil said with a grin.
"The Department of Mysteries is under the impression that we're all rallying under Harry's banner to fight the dark lord," Amelia said. "They would like to join us."
"In gods name why?" Charlie asked. "No offense intended, Harry, but you haven't even left school yet."
"He's 'the-boy-who-lived,' the one who's faced Voldemort the most times and lived. He's Harry Potter, the hero of the magical world," Tonks explained, listing off a few of Harry's accomplishments. "Hermione and Luna were only able to calm Susan the other day by invoking his name and telling her that Harry had gone to the Ministry to rescue her Aunt."
"Magical world has a lot of faith in Harry," Amelia agreed, lending her weight to the explanation. "Especially now that Voldemort is back."
"Just wish they didn't use that as an excuse to set around doing nothing," Harry grumbled. "Lazy buggers seem to think that they can just leave everything to me. War would be over in a day if half the bloody idiots picked up their wand and joined the fight."
"On our side, I trust," Charlie said dryly.
"That would be ideal," Harry agreed. "My point stands either way."
"Quite," Charlie sighed. "What does everyone propose we do about this offer from the Department of Mysteries?"
"I recommend we accept it," Amelia offered. "If for no other reason than to deny access to our enemies."
"Anyone have an objection?" Charlie asked. "Motion carries, I suppose."
"On to the next bit of business," Amelia prompted. "What's this I hear about a representative from the goblins coming here?"
"They offered to put a set of their own wards over the set we've already got on the house. Also offered access to body armor for my family, my staff, and a few close associates. I accepted."
"Any chance I could persuade them to include my Aurors?" Amelia asked hopefully.
"I'll see what I can find out," Phil promised.
"Thank you," Amelia said. "What's this about Harry's map?"
"My father and his friends made it when they were at Hogwarts, shows all the secret passages and the locations of everyone," Harry said.
"Anyone who made it still alive?" Amelia asked. Her expression turned contrite. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant for it to come out that way."
"Two are still alive," Harry said. "I'm going to make that one at my earliest opportunity by removing one of the bastards from this earth." His eyes were blazing.
"And the other?" Phil prompted, coming to a sudden understanding about why so many were willing to throw their lot behind a 'mere boy' so long as that boy was Harry Potter.
"Works for you, Remus Lupin," Harry replied.
"I believe he's supervising the ward team at the London house at the moment," Tonks supplied. "Seems like a good enough chap."
"I'll make a note to speak with him about the map later," Phil said. "Any other business we need to discuss?" He looked around. "How about the fact that we've managed to drain most of the talent pool in the United Kingdom."
"Are you suggesting that we look outside our nation's borders?" Charlie asked with an expression of distaste.
"Private individuals don't come with the same strings that they would if they were supplied by foreign governments," Phil pointed out.
"I know a few we might look into," Amelia offered. " I'd be willing to bet that Moody knows a few more."
"It's something we should look into," Harry spoke up. "Give us people with different backgrounds and different perspective which could be useful to have around."
IIIIIIIIII
They'd just managed to disassemble the engine when Luna mustered up enough courage to ask the question that had been eating away at her self confidence since they'd began.
"Would you have rather sat in on your father's meeting?" she asked hesitantly.
"Not if it meant breaking my promise to you or leaving you to do this alone, Luna," Hermione said firmly. "You're my best female friend, just like Harry's my best male friend."
"Thank you, Hermione," Luna's voice caught. "It's very nice to have you as a friend."
"It's very nice to have you as a friend too, Luna," Hermione replied, hugging the blonde.
Luna went limp for a moment before hugging the older girl back with all her might. She'd been so very alone before and she felt so very warm at the moment.
IIIIIIIIII
It was just a bit creepy, Harry reflected moments after opening his eyes the next morning, to wake up and find four girls staring at you.
"We decided to let you sleep in this morning," Hermione explained. Luna was right, his expression was priceless.
"Wonderful," Harry said. "What can I do for you?"
"We just wanted to make sure you remembered to pack," Luna said innocently.
"It would be awful if we missed the train because you forgot," Susan agreed.
"I wouldn't mind," Hannah assured him.
"Alright," Harry sighed. He lifted one of his wands off the bedside table and gave it a flick, causing all his loose possessions to leap into his trunk. "There, all packed."
"Harry, you're going to get in trouble with the Ministry," Hermione hissed.
"Aunty Amelia can probably take care of it," Susan offered hesitantly, a trace of worry coloring her voice.
"This house is now so heavily warded that there's at least a ninety percent chance that they wouldn't have noticed this," Harry said with a wave. "Then there's the fact that there are a number of adult magic users present which adds a whole new level of difficulty for the people in the underage magic office. Finally, to top things off, I'm sure you all remember the fact that I worked out a deal with Susan's aunt to give us a bit of leeway when it comes to underaged restrictions. Even if none of that were true, this wand is unregistered and untraceable."
"Oh." Hermione seemed to consider the matter. "Do you mind helping us pack?"
"Not at all," Harry replied.
"Good, because none of us have even started," Hannah admitted.
"You do know that my deal with Amelia included you four, don't you?" Harry asked.
"We do, Harry," Hermione agreed. "It's just . . ." her eyes flicked to Susan.
"Just because we can do something, doesn't mean we should," Susan sighed. "I'm not supposed to know this but Fudge is looking for an excuse to have Aunty sacked or to take control of the Aurors away from her."
"We're trying to avoid giving him any ammunition to use," Hannah explained. "Your untraceable wand is the perfect solution to this issue."
"Fair enough," Harry agreed. "Do you think it would help to let slip that acting against Amelia would be the same as acting against me?"
"I'll ask Aunty," Susan promised. Though she doubted it would, at least not with the Minister, Fudge seemed to hate Harry almost as much as he hated her poor aunt.
"Good, let's get you girls packed up," Harry said. He rose from his feet. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get changed."
Three of the girls got up while the fourth, Hannah, licked her lips and did not appear as if she had any intention of moving from her spot.
"That means I'd like you to leave, Hannah," Harry prompted.
"Fine," the girl said with a pout.
Thanks to the wonders of magic, packing did not take long. The group moved down to breakfast, trusting that the servants would see to their luggage. After their morning meal, Harry found himself being hustled into one of the cloak rooms by his favorite pink haired Auror.
"What's up?"
"Briefing you on the security plan for the express." Tonks handed Harry a potion vial. "Open this or smash it if there's anything wrong, it'll alert us and we'll get to you as soon as we can."
"How much time to I need to buy?" Harry asked calmly.
"Hopefully not more than five minutes," Tonks said. "We'll have teams waiting along the route and another on brooms flying above the express."
"Nothing on the train?"
"Afraid not," Tonks said mournfully. Damn Dumbledore to hell for how much more difficult he was making her job. She'd personally tear the man apart if anything happened to the kids because he wouldn't allow them to maintain a close watch over their charges.
"Care to take a suggestion?"
"Shoot?"
"Go to the crew, tell them who you are and who you're trying to protect. Five will get you ten that they sneak you aboard."
"Yeah?" Tonks perked up.
"Be sure to stress that you're there to protect Luna and Hermione," Harry advised. "The crew absolutely adores them."
"I'll try it, thanks, Harry."
"Don't mention it. Having you close makes me very happy," Harry replied.
"Having me close would make anyone happy."
"True," he laughed. "I'll refrain from pointing out that my ass is one of the ones you'd be pulling out of the fire if the worst happens."
"Such a cute ass too," Tonks mused.
"Thank you. I'm quite fond of yours as well," Harry stated, shocking the Auror by retorting rather than blushing or stammering. "Care to continue the banter or should we head out?"
"Let's go," Tonks agreed cheerfully, always happy to have her best attributes complimented. "You know the plan we're using to get to the station?"
"Nope. No reason I should either," Harry replied cheerfully. They walked out of the cloak room and rejoined the main group.
"Everyone here?" Amelia made a quick head count. "Come on."
They walked out through the main doors.
Three identical black limos with tinted windows preceded by two black windowed SUVs and followed by two identical black SUVs pulled to a stop in front of the Granger residence.
"Everyone in the first car," Phil ordered.
"Why are we taking so many, daddy?" Hermione asked.
"If you've got it, flaunt it," he replied with a grin. One of these days he was going to have to sit her down and explain the security arrangements and why they were so important to have for people in their station. Or perhaps, it would be better to have her friends do it. He reflected to himself as he noted Susan's easy acceptance and Harry's careful evaluation.
They got into the cars and spent the ride chatting about what the next half of the year would bring. Consensus was that Harry would accidentally rewrite the rules of magic and that they'd all be thrown into another life threatening situation in the last couple weeks of the year. Hermione did not appreciate it when Harry expressed his hope that it would allow him to avoid sitting the end of year exams again. Not even after he'd said he was joking.
The convoy stopped at the station and the security people immediately dismounted to clear a path through the crowds, making the trip to the platform a breeze.
They walked through the barrier and Luna squealed when she saw her father waiting on the other side. She'd been afraid that she wouldn't be able to see him again before going back to school. The blonde bounded over to throw herself into the man's arms.
"I'm going to go find us a compartment at the front of the train," Harry said, giving Tonks the eye. "You guys say goodbye to your families."
"Okay, Harry," Hermione agreed.
"I'll help you with your trunk," Tonks offered. She continued as soon as she was sure that she was out of earshot. "How sure are you that the crew will let me put people on board?"
"Fairly, don't know them too well myself, but like I said, they adore Luna and Hermione." Harry grinned. "All else fails I'll arrange an accident for Malfoy and you can take the place of your dear cousin."
"Ug, last resort," Tonks said with a look of distaste.
"The accident or looking like a Malfoy?"
"Harry, I spent a week undercover as a hag, I spent two undercover as a hunchback, I'm not sure my stomach could take even fifteen minutes as a Malfoy. There are just some things not even Duty will force me to do," she said firmly.
"Had to polyjuice myself as one of his goons once, can't say I enjoyed the experience," Harry agreed. "Might be fun to be Malfoy for an hour though."
"How do you figure?"
"I figure that there are three types of fun: there's fun now that's also fun when you think about it later, there's fun now that's not fun later, there's not fun now that's fun later. Being a Malfoy would suck now, but it'd be hilarious to see the fallout of what happened after I did my best to ruin his fortune and reputation."
"True," Tonks laughed.
They stepped onto the train and quickly found the conductor. A short man with a white beard who gave them the eye as they approached.
"Do you remember me?" Harry asked.
"Sure," the man agreed in a gravelly voice, "You're Luna and Hermione's friend."
"Yes," Harry agreed. It was nice, for once, to be known as someone's friend rather than the-boy-who-lived. "I'd like to introduce you to Tonks, the head of their bodyguard."
"A pleasure." The conductor nodded.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mister Conductor," Tonks replied.
"What can I do for you two?" he prompted.
"Dumbledore does not like the idea of allowing private security into Hogwarts. I, on the other hand, do not like the idea of having them too far from the girls to do any good if something happens," Harry explained.
"He doesn't want you on the train either, does he?" the conductor asked.
"He does not," Tonks agreed.
"Bugger 'im, what happens on the train is my responsibility. If he doesn't like it, let him talk to the company. They're welcome to fire me if they think they can find a replacement," he laughed. "Which they almost certainly can't. Come on, we already reserved a compartment for the Luna and Hermione's group at the front of the train. Can't see any harm in giving the rest of the car to the people keeping them safe."
IIIIIIIIII
Crabbe was bored. It was the same every time they got onto the train, he and his partner followed the twit to antagonize Potter, a wizard powerful enough to go through the three of them without breaking a sweat.
The boy sighed, least Potter was good enough to have his followers respond with mostly low level hexes concentrated on the twit, though often a few managed to slip by to hit his partner and himself. He couldn't blame them for that of course. Accidents happened after all. Rest of the train ride was always fairly relaxing, all they had to do was pick the twit up, dump him in the compartment, wait for him to wake up, and watch him sulk for the rest of the journey to Hogwarts. Easy money.
Unpleasant, but at least the power disparity meant their contract with the twits family allowed them to let the little bastard take his lumps and ignore his demands to get revenge. The boy snorted, as if they'd have a chance against Potter. May as well ask them to take on a dragon armed with a teaspoon, the
results would be the same.
He noticed something was off when his partner nudged him. Things had just gotten from bad to worse, much much worse. It seemed the rumors about the Granger family were true, they weren't just poking a dragon, they were walking up to one and repeatedly kicking it in its reproductive organs. Both he and his partner went still, doing their best to avoid making any actions that could conceivable be mistaken for provocation.
He grunted when he was hit by a couple stinging hexes, inevitable that a couple of them missed the twit to hit the not so innocent bystanders. He nodded to his partner who set about the task of scraping their principal off the floor while he backed up to the cracked door.
"I would like to apologize for anything that either my associate or myself have ever done to get on your principal's bad side," Crabbe said calmly, he swallowed. "I would also like to state that the personal protection contract his family has with ours will be up shortly and hat I am going to recommend that we do not agree to a renewal." No matter how good the money was, it had just become too dangerous to take it; what good was gold if you weren't around to spend it?
"Smart," a feminine voice commented.
"Please contact me after that, the confidentiality agreement expires with my employment contract and I would like nothing better than to dish a bit of dirt on the whole damn family." He grinned at the thought. "Should be able to say something without losing my magic some time after June sixth of this year."
"Appreciate it, what would you like in return?" the unseen woman asked.
"Either a job for our families or help relocating to some place far away from here, dealer's choice," Crabbe replied instantly.
"I'll pass that along, a pleasure working with professionals."
"Thank you, we've been in the business since eighteen fifty three." Crabbe stepped back to help his partner carry the twit out of the car and back to their own compartment.
"Well?" Goyle prompted.
"The girl's security didn't seem too annoyed with us," Crabbe replied.
"What about long term?"
"Told 'em we'd spill everything after the non-disclosure expired in exchange for new jobs or assistance in relocating," Crabbe said.
"Good, can't wait to get away from the twit." He glanced around to make sure they were alone and planted the toe of his boot in Draco's side. One of the few good things about following the twit to bother Potter every year was the chance it gave them to add a few lumps while the twit was out. He glanced around again before kicking the twit again.
"Neither can I," he said, planting his toe in the twit's other side.
"What happened?" Draco groaned an hour later. Damn, he felt like someone had repeatedly hexed him before spending five minutes kicking him in the stomach.
"Der?" Crabbe replied.
"We got on train," Goyle agreed.
"Should have known better than to expect an intelligent answer from you idiots," Draco mumbled. "Get me back to our compartment."
"D'okay, Draco," Crabbe said.
"Der?" Goyle added.
"Why did father have to contract with a bunch of morons?" Draco lamented. He was definitely going to recommend against renewing the contract with these idiot's families.
IIIIIIIIII
It wasn't long after they'd ejected Draco, that they got their second set of visitors when Dean poked his head into the compartment.
"Ron, what's this I hear about you dating the Harpies?" he demanded.
Seamus elbowed his friend out of the way. "How'd you do it?"
"Owl the twins a Galleon each and you'll get the whole story," Ron replied without looking up. "And if you act now, you'll also get the guide on getting the girl for free. Tell all your friends about this limited time offer and you'll get your money back after ten referrals, double your money after twenty, and triple after thirty. For every five referrals you get, you'll also be entered to win one of a number of exciting prizes. Act now, don't delay." He squinted at the block of wood in his hand, with luck, he'd managed to recite the spiel the twins had made him memorize without making too many errors. Well, he'd gotten most of it right away, that was good enough.
"You're charging us?" Dean demanded. "But, we're roommates."
"If I tell you for free then I will get on the twin's bad side," Ron gave his prepared excuse, focus still on what his hands were doing. "So will both of you. I don't want that. You don't want that. It would be messy and annoying."
"What can they do?" Seamus demanded. "They've already left school."
"They worked out a deal with mum to take their NEWTs," Ron explained. "That means they'll be dropping in at different parts of the year." He held his carving up to the light, the Harpies' crest was just starting to take shape. "Also means they'll be able to come and show their displeasure to anyone that gets on their bad side. You want me to tell you and get us all on their bad side?"
"No, Ron," Seamus said quickly.
"Thanks for looking out, mate," Dean agreed. "You said one galleon to the twins for each of us, right? And they'll tell us everything?"
"Yup," Ron agreed.
Harry burst into laughter at the hilarity of the situation as soon as the door to the compartment closed which in turn set off the girls.
"That all true, mate?" Harry asked, wiping tears out of his eyes.
"Yup," Ron agreed, "I tell them what they want to know for free and that'll get me on the twin's bad side and they won't give me my cut."
"How'd you get the idea to charge for the information?" Susan asked.
"I didn't," Ron replied. "The twins worked out a deal with Luna's da to put out a newsletter and a few pamphlets."
"Isn't a galleon each a bit steep?" Hermione asked.
"I believe that I can answer that, Hermione," Luna said. "The job is so small that economy of scale didn't lower the price."
"Twins say that even charging a galleon no one's making a whole lot on this. Main reason they're doing it is so they can charge for their catalog." He carved in another detail. "They're also putting out a free catalog without the articles."
"Want us to spread the word with the Hufflepuff girls?" Hannah asked.
"Do you think that the girls will want a guide on how to get girls?" Ron was fascinated to hear the answer.
"I think they'll be interested to find out what the boys think will work," Hannah laughed.
"It also comes with a few dozen self defense techniques," Luna added. "The Harry Potter basic guide to combat."
Harry snorted. "I didn't write it. I asked for tips on simple stuff from some of the ex-Aurors and some of the people that work at Hermione's house."
"Which would be worth a galleon on its own," Susan pointed out. "Worst case scenario, we get a laugh and some tips on how to survive and a joke catalog. I'm ordering a copy."
The group spent the next couple hours conversing about an astonishingly wide array of topics until Harry and Ron were ejected from the compartment so the girls could change into their robes.
"It's good for Hermione to have more girlfriends," Ron commented.
"She seems happier for it," Harry agreed.
"We've got our robes, what's say we change in the corridor?" Ron suggested.
"Not unless you feel like giving Tonks a show," Harry replied.
"Damn it," they heard the Auror's muffled curse.
"What's she doing here?"
"Looking after Hermione and the other girls," Harry replied, "can't be too careful with Death Eaters about."
"True," Ron agreed.
AN: Omake Below
Omake/Deleted Scene: Another Way This Could Have Gone
Harry pasted a wide grin on his face as he sidled up behind the man that had caught his eye.
"Hello," Harry whispered, his smile frozen, "either you've gotten more graceful or you're not Tonks and you've got about five more seconds to live."
"It's me," the ugly man agreed.
"Four."
"Badge is in my right breast pocket if you'd like ta look at it," the man said quickly.
"Slowly," Harry said.
The man pulled out the badge and handed it to Harry over his shoulder. "Need anything else?"
"I want to see your hand turn into a hoof," Harry agreed.
"In front of all the muggles?"
"Three," Harry growled.
The man quickly complied. "Happy now?"
"One more thing, what did you do to Madame Bones?"
"Locked her in a safe room under her bloody desk," Tonks hissed. "What in the bloody hell is going on?"
"Sorry, Tonks," Harry's shoulders sagged. "You picked a very bad face this time."
"I picked a dead man," Tonks replied. "It's one I use in the Muggle world."
"And one that bears more than a passing resemblance to one of Voldemort's finest," Harry replied. "Seeing it made me jumpy."
"Man who wore this face is the man that ended my da's career," Tonks explained. "Another of Voldemort's finest."
"You thought it was a good idea to go around wearing it?"
"Reminds me that he's dead every time I look in the mirror," Tonks said simply.