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The problem is, however angry I am with Dumbledore, he was very convincing. Even if he said just what I wanted, or in this case didn't want, to hear, everything seemed so true. He had given me solid facts that are very hard to argue with.

I am determent to keep my mind closed from now on so that no one will be able to penetrate through my defences. Not even Albus Dumbledore. It is hard, and I know it, but I must succeed.

One question went up to hang in the air in front of him, joining the rest of the unanswered mysteries. Why did he do it?

It wasn't like Dumbledore to do something like this. Why is he acting so weird? This question seems familiar and I soon find its place. Dumbledore wasn't the only one acting weird was he? Mad eye Moody was acting weird too. Does he have anything to do with this? I know that ever since Tonks was young she has wanted to be an auror and ever since she has expressed that will Moody has taken her as his protégé, ever though she was young, and would train her on her holidays or send her letters with mysteries or tasks to Hogwarts. This only makes me thing of Sirius again. He was the one constantly filling us in on Tonks and her process. But does mad eye know now that his protégé confided so much in a person? Is he aware of that? He probably wouldn't approve.

I need more information which I certainly won't get from Moody, he is too well trained, but he is not the only one who has been trained, and even though Tonks isn't as experienced she has this great connection with Mad-eye Moody. And most of all, she is on my side of this mystery.

I head out to find her and, instead of searching the whole colossal perimeter of headquarters, just go down to the kitchen and ask the house elf if she knows where she is.

"Miss Tonks is in her room, sir," She squeaks. "She has asked me to bring her lunch upstairs. I was just about to do so, sir."

"It's alright, I'll do it" I say hastily, taking the tray from her hands before she can protest, and ascending up the stairs.

I knock softly on her door.

"Yes..."

"Tonks? It's me... um Remus"

"Oh Moony! Come 'n"

She sounds more cheerful than she had since she got here and instead on feeling reassured I feel more worried.

As I enter the room she seems to be tucking something away into the cupboard, as if trying to hide it, but the clanks of glass and strong smell give her away.

"You're drinking."

It is not a question, it's a statement.

Her already red cheeks redden and so do the roots of her now lime coloured hair. She looks at the floor.

"Tonks, I know this is hard, but there are better ways to deal with it" I know I always hated it when older people told me what to do but now I can see how necessary it is.

" Yeah, but neither of us use them..."

My defences fly up automatically. " I'm not drinking." I point out.

"But you're doing just what I am..." She hiccups," Closing yourself in your room and entering a different reality to run away from the actual one".

She's right and I suddenly know why I feel this way. I sigh."You know, you're like Sirius"

She looks up expectedly. "That was his way to deal with hard stuff" I sit on a chair next to her bed, placing the tray on her night table, " after Regulus disappeared, he smuggled half a dozen firewhisky bottles out of Hogsmead and drank himself into oblivion in the shrieking shack. We found him the next day lying there, with turquoise hair and the word 'Shakespeare' written all over his chest".

She laughs franticly but then stops abruptly. "I don't want to be like that" she has something desperate in her eyes, " can you help me".

I nod. " How much have you drunk?" I ask, my practical side taking over.

She lifts a single bottle from the cupboard and shows me its content. It is just a quarter full...that's not too bad, I think to myself, until I remembered this was not Sirius, this was Tonks, who was not used to drinking.

"First of all, eat your lunch" I say, "a full stomach will ease the drinks."

She nods and sets the tray on the bed, eager, for once, to do as told.

"There is no spell or potion that can stop the process the alcohol does before it is done but I think you should go to sleep after you eat and then call me by house elf when you wake, meanwhile I'll try to find some hangover potion for you...it takes a week to brew but there might be some left in Sirius's room." Sirius's room! How hadn't I thought of this before? I feel like running from this room and into Sirius's but stop myself, seeing as the young teenager in front of me needs my help. Apparently, none of my racing thoughts were clear upon my face. She nods to indicate her approval and I continue, "Then, I have some important news to tell you... I'll update you on what you have found and then you can update me on your findings."

She nods sleepily, her face a mixture of happiness and dread, still a dull red colour, and she looks so cute I have to bite back a laugh. I retract from the room.

"Remus?"

"mmm?"

"Thanks"

"You're welcome"

"And Moony..."

"Yes?"

"Can you take the bottles away from here; they reek!"

I chuckle softly as I wave my wand and four full firewhisky bottles, along with the half full one float my way. She smiles her gratitude as I finally leave the room.

I head down to the kitchens, disposing of the bottles, and sprint up to Sirius's room. It is next to mine and I can't believe I never thought to enter it before. As I enter, it seems I am a little behind time. I wasn't the only one to go into what used to be Sirius's room and was now just a plain, terribly clean, bedroom. No longer Sirius's messy, packed–full-with-junk one. It makes me feel as if my last chance, my last connection with him, was gone now. The aloneness that has pitted my stomach for quite some time now has made the pit into a great, black hole. Has it been someone who wanted to get rid of his presence or of evidence?