Luna
Susan
Bellatrix
Tonks
Chapter Two:
Tonks shuddered as she saw the painted walls. Blood was everywhere and the metallic tang was giving her a headache. She had always known her aunt was a little...bloodthirsty but this went beyond even Voldemort.
"Who were the inmates that you had located in this area?" Shackbolt asked grimly.
"Only Bellatrix LeStrange, Marcus Flint and Harry Potter." replied the Auror who had interrupted the banquet, shakily.
"When did you lot capture Flint and LeStrange?" Shackbolt asked. "Auror Ater?"
Tonks rolled her eyes at the newbie. How he passed Auror training was beyond her. "THUMP." His mentor must've passed him only to get rid of him, idiot.
"Everyone! Turn in for the night. We won't be able to captured the killers tonight." Tonks called out in a resigned way as Ater's companions rushed forward to help their comrade .
Slowly everyone filed out, their voices like annoying pests in her ears. All three of their prisoners were gone. Two very important for very different reasons the other a valuable spy Bella was no doubt going to kill.
...Worse than I thought...Don't you die on me Phoenix.
I"m such a horrible person...How could I enjoy their pain so much. Oh God I've got to tell Aunty.
Such horrible people they were. They made Tutela and Phoenix cry red tears.
Tonks grimaced in pain slightly as the voices barged through her mind. Nothing good ever came from them. Reaching into her pocket she brought out a small vial full of a blue shimmering liquid. Uncorking the bottle with haste of a man with the devil on his heels she brought it to her lips. Nothing had every tasted so good...or bad.
I seriously needed to look up what Tutela means, Tonks thought as she watched Shackbolt poke around human entrails. He was handsome enough and he obviously cared. So where were the passion and butterflies.
"Tonks, you are one s...s...sick and t...t...twisted pervert." Tonks whispered to herself in disgust as the potion started to take affect.
She slide down the wall; tears falling down her face. She just had to fall in love for Boy -Who -Lived! Sobbing full out Tonks felt as if her heart was being ripped out.
Shackbolt shook his head at his partner. She could hide it all she wanted but he wasn't blind. The potion she just took was just a hair of an inch from being called illegal. Moondust, he thought wryly. He slowly closed the iron bars of the cell LeStrange and Potter had been thrown into.
It was slightly blood and Shackbolt knew it was none of the other Aurors' blood. For theirs didn't burn like acid on the cobblestones.
"Who are you Harry Potter?" he asked softly his black eyes watched the red liquid burning through the thick stone.
Luna stared at the dolls on her bed was a dreamy expression. There was four of them and they were all elegantly dressed up.
One of them had a pale pink dress on with matching hair and eyes. Luna had scribbled Deianeira, then crossed it off and wrote Tonks. On another she wrote Cassandra then crossed it out and wrote Luna. The doll was in a pale blue dress that looked to have been washed many times; with long blonde curls piled at the top of her head.
A smaller and more plastic looking doll had sandy hair that was straight and a royal purple dress on. LeFay was labeled on the parchment her, her other true name no where to be found.
The last but not least was in black with a red and green ribbon braided together on her wrist. Her crystalized eyes seemed to look everywhere instead of no where. She was labeled simply as Tutela.
"Pretty. I only hope you're ready for the real thing." A voice from the corner of her darkened bedroom called out in a strong voice.
Luna gasped and turned around and screamed.
Susan stared glumly at her aunt. The interrogations were taking longer than expected...and it wasn't her aunt doing the interrogation.
"Bones! Something obviously illegal was going on done there! So don't give me any bull!" Alastor Moody shouted.
"I've done nothing and my Aurors have done nothing." Amelia Bones said cooly.
"From this day forth all Aurors are suspended and the new recruits will be trainer harder and faster. I want you to locate and ask assistance from the retired Aurors." Fudge said tiredly as his newest secretary Percy Weasley nudged him.
"You can't do that!" Amelia screamed as she stood up.
"Actually Amelia, he can. It's been done before...for the same reasons." Moody commented grinning ferally at her.
"And what reason are those?" Amelia asked coldly.
"Abuse of power and assault and batter."
"WHAT?"
But the three men didn't respond for they were already walking out of the room barely sparing a glance Susan direction.
What exactly did they mean when they said illegal? Susan thought to herself with suspicions already gnawing at her.
Harry gasped in pain as two pairs of hands rubbed salve on him. Everything hurt beyond hurting.
It seems he's awake, Tutela.
It appears your right.
White on black...Good and Evil, Harry thought sluggishly. Hold him down. Harry felt small and smooth hands grab his scared hands and hold them down. Harry could sense more than anything else the other one moving in the dark. "This is going to hurt."
He jerked and tried to free his hands as the older woman rubbing a burning oil on his bare chest and arms. Unaware, he started to cursing in several different languages. Which earned him laughter from both of his mysterious saviors.
Parseltounge...
Since when did Potter know French?
He wrote Fleur, a champion, over his fifth year. I think she wanted to talk to someone in her native language. And since she really trusted him...
His bruise are gone!
What? Where?
There. What's wrong?
I didn't put salve there.
"Hey Tonks. Any word on Harry yet?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"No." Her reply was short, distant and to the point.
"Oh." Ginny's face looked crestfallen.
Feeling more than slightly irritated, Tonks moved towards one of the bathrooms. Peeling off her dragon hide jacket that the twins bought her, she made a move to grab the pain relief potion. Pouring out more than the suggested dose, Tonks gulped it.
For some odd reason she was sore. Really, really sore and she knew that her practice with Shackbolt shouldn't make her this sore. She felt and looked black and blue. Sighing softly she somehow made her way to her room in Black Manor. Why oh why? Dropping onto her bed she fell soundly asleep. Into a land full of dreams.
Ron glanced up slightly as he's sister burst into the kitchen, it was always amusing to see her angry. The way she curled her fists and puffed out her cheeks, she reminded him of a goldfish. Snickering to himself he buried his head in his schoolwork.
Snape and McGonagall were out to get him. He had always had his suspicions before but now he had proof! Six feet for the basic uses of dragon's blood and another essay on How Does Animal Behavior Different and How are They the Same? Why would you need to know how animals think? He could barely read his own goddamn mind and they expected him to know what was going on in an animal's?
Crumbling up his potions essay, already knowing he was going to get a nice big and shiny red 'D' he hit Ginny with it in the back of the head. "What'd ya want, RONALD?" Ginny asked smirking, stressing his name.
Shrugging at her usage, he crumbled up his transfiguration homework too and hit her in the head, again. "Oh honestly Ron! Grow up." Hermione snapped as she stomped through the kitchen and plopped on the other side of him.
Ron just stared at the angry females and wondered why Harry abandoned him. 'Stupid Dumbledore. If it wasn't for him me and Harry could be poking fun at them.' Ron thought crossly to himself. But meanwhile...
"Ginny why don't go work on your poetry for when Harry gets back. I'm sure he's tired of hearing "like a pickled toad". And Hermione, don't you have a book to go save?" Ron commented off handedly with a smug smirk.
"Harry won't be coming back." Hermione said smoothly.
"Hermy. Mind if I call you Hermy? If you haven't noticed everything you and Dumbledore and whoever else was on this little plan of yours, Harry always comes back. And it's not my fault of you have nothing better to do other than screw with people's lives, but hey if you can't get laid. You gotta to do something." Ron said this with extreme confidence as if he knew.
"Ron! Y...you bastard!" Hermione screamed at him as she ran out of the kitchen.
"Love ya too!" He called right back at her.
"I can't believe you said all that!" Ginny shrieked, causing a domino effect.
The portrait of the Hag of the Manor started screaming and Tonks beautiful and expressive language could be hear. Order members came running from everywhere with wands drawn, the Weasley Warden the head of them all.
"What's wrong?" Molly Weasley asked breathless.
"Yeah, it sounded like a banshee." Remus remarked.
Ginny burst into tears while Ron grinned at her. Yep, life was doing okay, but when Harry came back there was going to be some real havoc.
"Infuriating little bugger." Hermione ground out under her breath as she paced.
"Please calm down Miss Granger. Now proceed to tell us exactly what Harry told you and Ron on the train." Dumbledore ordered lightly.
"Oh yes, of course." Hermione murmured as she blushed. "That's the strange thing! I expected Harry to tell me anything! Or even talk about his failed relationship with Cho! But nothing! Ron even seemed to know more than me!" Hermione exploded.
"It's alright Miss Granger. I did not think of this possibility. You may go." Dumbledore said deep in thought as he motioned towards the door.
"Professor? What's going on? Why is Harry so important?" Hermione asked curiously as she lingered by the doorway.
He showed no sign of hearing her.
"How does it feel? Knowing your second best to a no good Weasley?" Ron asked her mockingly.
"Go away Ron!" Hermione said coldly.
"Must of hit a nerve." Ron said smiling jauntily. "After hearing that wonderful conversation I have to wonder: Have you ever done any real work? Expect you know lay on a table clutching a piece of paper."
Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously before a small half smile appeared on her lips. "You know you can get anything you want. All you have to do is report to Professor Dumbledore. Then you can have anything grades, money, power. All you have to do is give those letters you've been receiving to the Headmaster." Hermione said all this while creeping closer, until she had him backed against a wall.
Ron gasped, "A Slytherin! Why Hermy I didn't know you had it in you." Ron brushed against her as he walked past her.
Feeling exulted over his victory Ron made a stop to the twins' room. He thought he should pick up his letters from Neville, who had been written by both Luna and Susan. And of course report that step one of Operation: Dry Gin was a success. Life was sweet.
A/N: Sorry for the long update. Got caught in a hole. This chapter is a little...rough but it's vital. I needed to add Ron to the mix and that's how he came out. Any questions?
I've no doubt some of you have wondered why my story is like it is, it's because it was going to be a challenge but now I think I might continue to follow the challenge, a bit at least.