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A Marriage Made	By : potterfanxp123 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Tonks Views: 61802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A Marriage Made

Interlude: The Fall of the Dursley's

Tonks sighed as she entered the doors of Hogwarts, for the first time as someone other than student. Taking into account the situation at hand, however, she truthfully doubted anyone would care.

Her thoughts were on her husband, a man that had just been seriouly beaten at the hands of his uncle. She, as an auror, was obligated to report this to her supervisors at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, however, in this case Tonks was seriously thinking of visiting the Dursley's by herself and destroying any chance they had of continuing the line.

As she reached the Hospital Wing, a place she frequented many times during her years at Hogwarts, Tonks' mind was going over all the things she had to say to the Headmaster, and to her husband as soon as he woke up.

Calling out for the matronly witch, Madam Pomfrey, Tonks supressed her initial nervousness to answer a few, needed questions.

Soon enough, however, the woman had decided the answers weren't important and had magiced off his shirt.

A red welt, as wide and long as the belt that had hit him, covered his back in two places, and was turning a pale shade of blue as internal injuries set in.

Madam Pomfrey had seen some gross injuries in her day, but as these were inflicted with the intent to harm a member of a family, she could honestly say that she was disgusted.

Reporting her findings to Tonks, Madam Pomfrey suggested her only course of action, to contact the Headmaster and have him do something about the Dursley family. Tonks agreed, thinking that surely he would not send Harry back there after what he had been through.

"Headmaster, can you come to the Hospital Wing, as I've got a situation here that needs your immediate attention?"

"Of course Poppy, I shall be there in just a few minutes. I am getting a few notices ready for the school year."

She smiled and said, "Of course, Headmaster, with You-Know-Who about, we can never care enough about our children's welcare."

The aging Headmaster smiled and said, "I agree, completely of course."

She nodded and ended the firecall, thinking of how wonderful the Headmaster was. Turning to Tonks, who was hovering over her husband in both terror and angst, she hoped, and prayed that he was going to be alright.

Twenty minutes later the Headmaster arrived. He had a smile on his face as he looked at theaging matron, until his eyes swept the room. His smile turned to a frown.

"I assume by the fact that Nymphadora is chewing on her bottom lip that the patient is Mr. Potter?"

"You would assume correct, Headmaster. Mr. Potter did, indeed, come to this Hospital Wing after those dispicable muggles dared to hit him."

The Headmaster looked concerned. He looked at Harry, who was lying pale in the bed, covered in sheets, and fresh, white linen, and unconscious, and wondered if, just for a fleeting moment, if his plan had taken into account all possibilities.

Meanwhile, on Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley was finally released from his bonds by a boy with striking silver-blond hair. He was in his late teens, and, though he had a weird fashion sense, Vernon really thought he could, and would, get along with him wonderfully. Though the man was a freak he seemed to share his dislike for the brat.

"Of course, I will now take possession of the Potter boy, Mr. Dursley."

Vernon smiled at him and said, "I would be happy to oblidge, Mr. Malfoy, however he is not here at the moment.

The boy, Vernon noticed, seemed to get irritated at that fact really quickly. He was so intent on proving helpful to this freak however, that he decided to do something to gain favor, and quickly.

"I can show you to the freak's room, though, if you would like to see?"

A grin, and Vernon was appeasing the one freak he was sure he could get along with. Taking him to the guest room of the house, Vernon smiled. "Ever since he and that freakish trollop got married, we gave our perfectly good room to the two of them. This morning, however, he decided he was still going to be disrespectful of my house rules, so I decided to punish him. I got in two good whacks, I did, before that trollop disappeared with him using a 'pot' thingy.

"Dursley, now that I have seen for myself the torture that muggles such as yourself inflict on your betters, I seriously do not see why people like Potter fight us. I was sent here to see whether or not you could serve Lord Voldemort, my master, but now I see that you are a useless muggle, as are all others. Avada Kedavra!"

Walking down the stairs, Draco Malfoy glared at the already dead Petunia, who was clutching an even more dead Dudley. He smiled as he stepped outside the house, hoping his master would not punish him for his split second decision, and set the house ablaze. Looking at the other Death Eaters that were destroying Privet Drive, Draco smiled and flashed three Dark Marks, symbols of the Death and destruction that waited for Potter.

Laying eyes on his Aunt Bellatrix, the leader for this massacre, Draco apparated as she gave the signal flare.

Terror strikes at the heart of London.

Yesterday afternoon, in an attack that will go down in history as the worst massacre of the century, a small province, under the guise of a notice-me-not charm, was the target of a Death Eater attack. The reason behind the five hundred Death Eater count on the province of Little Whinging is, at this time unknown, however a squib present on Privet Drive said that it seemed, to her at least, as if the Death Eaters were searching for someone.

Who, or even what, these Death Eaters were searching for remains a mystery. We, at the Daily Prophet, believe it could be a secret government installation dedicated to the defeat of Lord You-Know-Who, and his followers.

One thing is certain, whatever the purpose of the attack on Privet Drive, Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge would like to remind us all that these beginning days after the confirmed return of You-Know-Who, that the Ministry of Magic will remain there as a light in the ever darkening world.

For a list of accomplisments Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge has received since his induction turn to page 7.

Edwinton Maximus

Editor, Daily Prophet
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