I am SO sorry! My grandmother has been sick and I've had a lot of study to do, so I've been really stressed out-here it is at last, thanks for encouraging me to continue!

'Mother', Malfoy drawled, 'where's the half-blood Father caught earlier? We want to go and laugh at her.'

'She's in the dungeon, Draco', Narcissa Malfoy replied, smiling adoringly at her son.

'Told you', George muttered. Fred trod on his twin's foot, making him yelp in pain - Pansy Parkinson's high-heeled shoes had their uses, Fred thought. Narcissa looked blankly from Fred to George. 'Are your friends all right, Draco?' She asked haughtily, staring at them.

'Oh yes', George replied at once, 'we're perfectly fine Mrs. Malfoy, thank you. Come on Draco, show us Ton-er, the half-blood.'

'Yes. I'll see you later, Mother', Draco called over his shoulder, shoving Fred and George out of the dining room door, 'Move! Do you want to get caught?'

Fred felt the old familiar urge to smack Malfoy boiling up once more, but he held back. They needed Malfoy. For the moment anyway.

It was quite a long way to the dungeon. They descended many stone staircases (Fred clinging to the bannisters as he tottered along), and passed many side corridors. The lower floors were lit with torches, fixed in brackets on the wall, casting a shivering light on the slimy stone. Fred and George were forcibly reminded of Snape's dungeon at Hogwarts.

At long last, they came to a small door at the end of a corridor. Draco pulled out his wand and poked it into a small hole that looked like a keyhole. 'Only a Malfoy's wand can open the door', he explained in a whisper. They heard the lock click, and Draco kicked the door open with his foot. George strode forwards but Draco flung out a hand to stop him.

'Don't!' He hissed, 'it's not a room! It blocks off a hole, which has a ladder down from it into the bottom dungeon! Here, I'll go first. Can one of you light the way though?'

'Lumos', muttered Fred, going to the door, and holding his wand aloft so that it cast light into the tiny little room beyond. Sure enough, he saw an average-sized hole in the middle of the floor. Draco crawled to its edge, and felt around it, at last seizing what the twins took to be the first rung of the ladder, and swinging himself into the hole.

'It's a rope ladder, and it's a long way down', he whispered to them, 'it'll take a few minutes to descend. Be careful, and don't make any noise.'

Fred and George exchanged a glanced as Malfoy's blond head went out of sight. They were both thinking the same thing; this could so easily be a trap, designed to capture them. Could Malfoy have communicated with his parents in some way, to let them know Fred and George were there? But neither of them knew how to get out of the mansion, and they hadn't come this far to leave without Tonks.

'After you, Pansy', George hissed. Fred made a face at him, and took the lead.

Draco hadn't been lying. It was a long descent - Fred could hear Malfoy's muffled grunts as he swung down below them. At long last, when their arms felt as though they might fall out of their sockets, Draco whispered 'I'm down!'

Fred let himself slide the last few feet, and landed on his knees on cold stone. Malfoy offered him his hand, and relucantly, he took it, pulling himself to his feet, as George also climbed into view.

Looking around, the twins saw several prison cells, all with a small grid in the heavy iron door. Fred went immediately to the closest one, and peered into it;

A man was crouching in the furthest corner, rocking backwards and forwards, whimpering to himself. He was dressed in thin rags, and had cuts and bruises all over his body.

'Who is he?' Fred breathed, looking around at Malfoy.

Draco shrugged. 'Someone who was working for the Order of the Phoenix i presume.'

'What are the cuts and bruises from?' George asked, horrified.

Draco answered reluctantly. 'Dad has people tortured for information', he said softly, staring at the ground.

'If he's laid one finger on Tonks, I swear, I'll-' Fred didn't finish his threat, but glared fiercely at Malfoy.

'I was going to suggest that we check the torture chamber', Draco said faintly, 'because he might have already asked them to start on her.'

'Where's the torture chamber?' George asked swiftly.

'I'll show you. Give me your wand, Weasley.' Draco held out a hand for Fred's wand.

'Yeah right', Fred sneered, 'I'm not that stupid.'

'If I do magic, I'll be expelled from Hogwarts, and Father will realise I was trying to help you', Draco replied stiffly, 'so I'm not likely to try anything, am I?'

Slowly, Fred handed his wand to Draco, who held it high above his head to light the path ahead. 'It's soundproof', he whispered as he walked onwards, 'so we'll have to look in the door to tell whether she's in there or not.'

He stopped outside two huge doors, with a small grid set high into one of them. Fred looked at George. 'Montague's pretty tall, and if you wore my heels, you'd be high enough, I reckon', he remarked. Malfoy sniggered and Fred snatched his wand from him with a snarl that wiped the grin right off his face. George sighed, and nodded. Fred pulled off his shoes, and George rammed his feet as far into them as he could, and drew himself up to his full height, to look through the grid.

What he saw inside made him jump back from the door in horror.

'What is it?' Both Fred and Malfoy asked, Fred looking terrified, Malfoy intensely curious.

'It's T-Tonks all right', George whispered, beginning to shake, 'she looks pretty bad.'

'But she's alive?' Fred demanded.

'Oh yeah', George said, his face chalk white, 'she's alive.'

'Who's doing it?' Malfoy pressed eagerly.

George looked from one to the other. He seemed to be having trouble speaking. After several tense seconds, he cleared his throat, pulled himself together and said in a choking whisper;

'Lord Voldemort.'