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Chapter 5: He Who Adorns the Throne of Porcelain
Tonks was nervous. She didn't know who the guest was, but she was sure that it was no one that she wanted to see. She just hoped that it was not whom she thought it was, but all the signs pointed for the worst. Wormtail seemed even more fidgety than normal. Most of the color had drained out of Draco's face and Snape, well Snape was even more unpleasant than usual.
If she had not been so nervous, she would have laughed at Wormtail's behavior. He scurried, just like a rat around the house. She actually caught him starting to gnaw at book that he was getting for Snape. She wondered whether Snape would be upset if he found chew marks on the worn edges of his books. On the other hand, maybe he would overlook that and concentrate on the drool. Tonks dismissed these thoughts quickly. She had other things to worry about and just thinking about Wormtail drool made her shudder.
The was a knock on the door. It rang out once, twice, three times. Snape hurried over, his black robes streaming behind him. Wormtail and Draco assembled themselves. Both looked very pale. Tonks' heart began to beat very fast. All her instincts told her to get out of there fast. Of course, she couldn't do that, seeing that she was tied up in a house of Death Eaters.
"Come in, my Lord," sounded Snape's greasy voice.
"I trust you have been keeping her well?" said a cold voice that sent chills up Tonks' back.
"Yes, my Lord. She is strong. I have been working on a potion to break into her mind. One that will not render her incapable of serving our cause."
"Good," said the voice. "Now, let's see her."
A tall man entered the room with Snape following. It was difficult to quite call him a man. His limbs were long and thin. His face was taut, thin and pale. Slanted red eyes probed the room. Bald and ugly, his face had no true nose; instead, he had slit nostrils like those of a snake. His black robes added to his menacing features. Tonks did her best not to flinch as he leered down at her. Voldemort.
Tonks was scared. In all her Auror training, there had been no part that said what to do when you are tied in a chair in the living room of a treacherous Death Eater, accompanied by his slimy associate, your possibly evil cousin and the scariest, evilest snake-like dude in all of history. Tonks decided she should write and complain to the Auror Academy about that. They were supposed to prepare them if they met the worst and she was certainly meeting some of the worst.
"Nymphadora, we meet at last. I am assuming you know who I am. Now, let's get down to business. I am having a spot of trouble, you see. I am a most noble soul. My goal is to restore the Wizarding World to its former glory. These Muggles and Mudbloods have been suppressing our world for too long. I will bring our world out of these dark ages. Sure, to do this some have to be killed, but it is all for the good of the world. I, of course, as the leader of this reformation, would take the seat at the throne. Now, there is one person who stands in my way from taking a seat at the throne of the world. Harry Potter. You are to help me destroy him and his inane Order," said Voldemort will a bold confidence.
Tonks did not know how to respond. Damn the Academy, she thought. "The only throne you will ever sit on is a throne of porcelain, my friend," she said, not knowing how that came out of her mouth. At that moment, the tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. In fact, you would have needed a chainsaw...a very sharp, powerful chainsaw. The kind that Paul Bunyan would have used. Tonks was now wondering why she was thinking about Paul Bunyan rather than the evil bloke that could murder her any second. Fear sure did some demented things.
Wormtail looked scared, as did Draco. Snape also looked slightly nervous. Voldemort glared down at Tonks as she glared back up at him. To everyone's surprise, Voldemort laughed. It was not a nice warm laugh; it was high evil and cruel. It mocked her.
"Your spirit will get you in trouble one of these days, my dear," said Voldemort. "You are lucky that I need you. Now, show us your true form. No? Imperio!"
Tonks tried to fight off the voice in her head telling her to do what he said. She knew she could, but then again why not make him think she was weaker than she was? She gave in. Her hair grew to her shoulders from its spiky pink form. It curled and became a chestnut brown. Her eyes changed from a deep blue to a bright green. Her heart shaped face remained almost the same, but it lengthened just a tad. Her cheekbones became a little more pronounced and her lips a little fuller. Her true form. In truth, she looked a lot like her mother. She also looked a little like both her aunts. She hated most of her mother's side of the family, so she had not had her true appearance in year. In fact, most people had never seen it.
"Better," said Voldmort, leering at her. Tonks made a face, but didn't say anything. She looked over to Snape, who had a strange look on his face. "Now, by cooperating with me, you will made things much easier on yourself. It would truly be a pity to have to kill such a lovely member of the Black family, but if you do not cooperate, you may end up just like your dear mother..." Tonks almost growled as Voldemort left his lingering sentence.
"The first thing we need from you is a memory, Well, a few memories to be exact. Snape has informed me that Versitieum and Occumlency will not work well on you. Therefore, he is creating a potion that will give us the memories we need, without rendering you incapable for your primary use. "
"Ha, you really think I am going to cooperate? You can lock me up here with the greasy bastard, the putrid rat and the pallid boy, but you will never get me to cooperate, you vile, disgusting, evil snake, or shall I just call you that freak of a half-blood, Tom Riddle!"
Tonks was screwed. She knew she was screwed. As she said this, she cursed her loud mouth. She took a glance past Voldemort to Snape, Wormtail and Draco. By their expressions, they seemed to know that she was screwed as well. The next moment she was screaming in pain. Crucious, no doubt, said a voice in the back of her head, while the rest of her writhed in pain. When the pain let up, she looked up to see Voldemort staring down at her in loathing.
"Never will you let your foul mouth go off before me, ever!" he yelled. "Or else I will see to it that everything you hold dear dies a slow, painful death." All Tonks could do was nod. "And for good measure—"
The pain started again, but this time it was even worse. It shot through her body, worse than a thousand lacerations. She heard herself yell in agony until she finally passed out.
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A/N: A bit darker chapter, no? I hope everyone enjoyed. Thank you to everyone to read and an extra special thank you to everyone who reviewed. I thought it would take me much longer to write this chapter and I wasn't going to post it yet, but I feel update happy. I do not know when the next chapter will be up, I am to be rather busy.
Thanks again!
---Perplexity
