and finally...
The Trial
The Wizengamot was in session in Courtroom Ten. It was one week after Potter and his friends had been killed and there were many members of the Wizengamot who still stared at Nymphadora in disbelief.
Actually, someone from the ministry had sent an owl to Snape saying that his trial for killing Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger will be held on January 12th, 1998 as Severus had furiously told him.
Of course, Dumbledore had informed the ministry about that little misunderstanding and finally Nymphadora had got her owl.
At the moment, Fudge was asking Nymphadora about the way she had killed the children. It had not been very difficult for her as the three had trusted her and – because every other member of the order had been occupied with other tasks, it had been only her to bring the children back to school at the end of the christmas holidays. She had manipulated the Portkey prepared by Dumbledore and somewhere on a field, she had killed first Ron, than Hermione and at last Harry. Voldemort had asked her to do so in the implied order to make the Boy Who Lived suffer. The three of them had been too surprised to do any serious resistance.
There was nothing uncertain about the course of action. Nevertheless, Fudge was asking several unnecessary questions.
It was really a mystery why this completely stupid git was still alive. So many people had died since the beginning of the Second War. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Emmeline Vance, Dedalus Diggle and Molly Weasley to name just a few. Others, like Arthur Weasley, were still alive but had died within because of their lost beloved ones.
And all of those deaths, those sacrifices had been in vain. Just because of the madness of a young woman.
During this one week, Dumbledore had really become bitter. Normally, he should have felt sorry for this misled mind who was telling her story now.
The pride of the Blacks had survived inside Nymphadora. She had wanted to get to know the rest of her family but Sirius mother had refused to have any contact with Blood Traitors and Nymphadora had not realised that it wasn't good to have close contact to he Blacks. Instead, she had felt unworthy and inferior. Consequently, she had started to hate her parents and especially to loath her father. With eight and a half, it had been enough for her and she had run away, straight into the arms of Voldemort. He had told her that his mother, too, had had no sense for the honour of blood and that was how he gained her trust.
For Voldemort, Nymphadora posed a possibility to have a valueable spy. Her mother had always had close contact to Dumbledore and it had been easy for Voldemort to direct Nymphadora's mind. He had always called her Nymphadora and though she usually hadn't liked that name she had liked him saying it. But only him, no one else should be allowed to call her that way.
Voldemort had made her a Death Eater but she had never attended a meeting because no one should be aware of her. As a secret spy, she should act like a normal child and become a Gryffindor to tie connections.
That was exaxtly what she had done though Voldemort had gone when she had been nine years old.
She had attented Hogwarts as a Gryffindor and betrayed everyone. Slowly, she had begun to hate herself for not being honest. Untruthfulness had been no natural trait of her character but she had always remained loyal to Voldemort while the hatred towards herself had been growing and though she had started to hate Voldemort, too. Nymphadora hat both hated and loved Voldemort and Dumbledore was sure that she still did.
Voldemort had been the one who made Nymphadora hate herself but he had also been the one who showed understanding. Naturally, Nymphadora had simply been a tool for Voldemort. A very useful one as it had been her who had managed to eliminate Potter.
After she had told her story once again in front of the Wizengamot Nymphadora was sentenced to the kiss of a Dementor.
The punishment was still done in the presence of the Wizengamot.
Nymphadora did not even blink when the Dementor approached her. Just a few seconds and Nymphadora's soul had gone. Her eyes weren't cold anymore. There was only emptiness left.
Emptiness which reflected the future of the magic world.
And all that in spite of the prophecy. Dumbledore should have known.
The possibilities of the future are multiple and it's very hard to tell which possibility would be the right one. Although after Harry Potter's death it wasn't very hard to guess what would come.
Destruction, sorrow, ruin and death.
~the end~
Time table
November 1972: Nymphadora Tonk's birth
May 1981: Tonks runs away
Halloween 1981: Voldemort is gone
November 1981: Tonks is nine years old
September 1983
| Hogwarts
September 1990
5 years Auror training till September 1995
July 1996: Tonks joins the Order of the Phoenix
January 1998: Tonks kills Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
well, there wasn't a really good plot...it was rather boring...sorry
thx @
caracinous for proof-reading and the review
raven for the review (I hope you can read the chapters now)
cennet for the review: schreib ich einfach auch auf Deutsch: also nicht ganz, Nymphadora hasst ihre Mutter zwar, aber in Kapitel eins ging es um ihren Selbsthass, aber sonst...irgendwie hört sich die Handlung so wie du sie darlegst, besser an ^^"
and @ all those who are going to read this, too (which means actually no one, I guess)
The Trial
The Wizengamot was in session in Courtroom Ten. It was one week after Potter and his friends had been killed and there were many members of the Wizengamot who still stared at Nymphadora in disbelief.
Actually, someone from the ministry had sent an owl to Snape saying that his trial for killing Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger will be held on January 12th, 1998 as Severus had furiously told him.
Of course, Dumbledore had informed the ministry about that little misunderstanding and finally Nymphadora had got her owl.
At the moment, Fudge was asking Nymphadora about the way she had killed the children. It had not been very difficult for her as the three had trusted her and – because every other member of the order had been occupied with other tasks, it had been only her to bring the children back to school at the end of the christmas holidays. She had manipulated the Portkey prepared by Dumbledore and somewhere on a field, she had killed first Ron, than Hermione and at last Harry. Voldemort had asked her to do so in the implied order to make the Boy Who Lived suffer. The three of them had been too surprised to do any serious resistance.
There was nothing uncertain about the course of action. Nevertheless, Fudge was asking several unnecessary questions.
It was really a mystery why this completely stupid git was still alive. So many people had died since the beginning of the Second War. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Emmeline Vance, Dedalus Diggle and Molly Weasley to name just a few. Others, like Arthur Weasley, were still alive but had died within because of their lost beloved ones.
And all of those deaths, those sacrifices had been in vain. Just because of the madness of a young woman.
During this one week, Dumbledore had really become bitter. Normally, he should have felt sorry for this misled mind who was telling her story now.
The pride of the Blacks had survived inside Nymphadora. She had wanted to get to know the rest of her family but Sirius mother had refused to have any contact with Blood Traitors and Nymphadora had not realised that it wasn't good to have close contact to he Blacks. Instead, she had felt unworthy and inferior. Consequently, she had started to hate her parents and especially to loath her father. With eight and a half, it had been enough for her and she had run away, straight into the arms of Voldemort. He had told her that his mother, too, had had no sense for the honour of blood and that was how he gained her trust.
For Voldemort, Nymphadora posed a possibility to have a valueable spy. Her mother had always had close contact to Dumbledore and it had been easy for Voldemort to direct Nymphadora's mind. He had always called her Nymphadora and though she usually hadn't liked that name she had liked him saying it. But only him, no one else should be allowed to call her that way.
Voldemort had made her a Death Eater but she had never attended a meeting because no one should be aware of her. As a secret spy, she should act like a normal child and become a Gryffindor to tie connections.
That was exaxtly what she had done though Voldemort had gone when she had been nine years old.
She had attented Hogwarts as a Gryffindor and betrayed everyone. Slowly, she had begun to hate herself for not being honest. Untruthfulness had been no natural trait of her character but she had always remained loyal to Voldemort while the hatred towards herself had been growing and though she had started to hate Voldemort, too. Nymphadora hat both hated and loved Voldemort and Dumbledore was sure that she still did.
Voldemort had been the one who made Nymphadora hate herself but he had also been the one who showed understanding. Naturally, Nymphadora had simply been a tool for Voldemort. A very useful one as it had been her who had managed to eliminate Potter.
After she had told her story once again in front of the Wizengamot Nymphadora was sentenced to the kiss of a Dementor.
The punishment was still done in the presence of the Wizengamot.
Nymphadora did not even blink when the Dementor approached her. Just a few seconds and Nymphadora's soul had gone. Her eyes weren't cold anymore. There was only emptiness left.
Emptiness which reflected the future of the magic world.
And all that in spite of the prophecy. Dumbledore should have known.
The possibilities of the future are multiple and it's very hard to tell which possibility would be the right one. Although after Harry Potter's death it wasn't very hard to guess what would come.
Destruction, sorrow, ruin and death.
~the end~
Time table
November 1972: Nymphadora Tonk's birth
May 1981: Tonks runs away
Halloween 1981: Voldemort is gone
November 1981: Tonks is nine years old
September 1983
| Hogwarts
September 1990
5 years Auror training till September 1995
July 1996: Tonks joins the Order of the Phoenix
January 1998: Tonks kills Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
well, there wasn't a really good plot...it was rather boring...sorry
thx @
caracinous for proof-reading and the review
raven for the review (I hope you can read the chapters now)
cennet for the review: schreib ich einfach auch auf Deutsch: also nicht ganz, Nymphadora hasst ihre Mutter zwar, aber in Kapitel eins ging es um ihren Selbsthass, aber sonst...irgendwie hört sich die Handlung so wie du sie darlegst, besser an ^^"
and @ all those who are going to read this, too (which means actually no one, I guess)
