ORDER ONLY: Private message to Nymphadora
Feb. 11th, 2011 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_aliceTonks, sweetheart, I didn't want to speak up earlier and put my nose where it wasn't wanted, but is everything quite all right? I read what Sirius wrote about you going to the Malfoys to get hair that could be used for Polyjuice, and I must admit, when you'd had your tiff with Remus, I wondered why you didn't come straight here, but it does make a good deal more sense now. And of all of us, you are the one with the most access to Malfoy, his wife, and Barty Crouch. Did you get hair from all three? Because that would be quite a prize.
And more importantly, how are you doing? My heart went out to you when you wrote about Meg, and how it might have been you in her place. The thought of what they did to that girl, well, it makes me shudder. Do you really think that they're keeping her at that ward that Poppy mentioned? I fear that if they've taken her there instead of Azkaban that she may be past the point where any of us can help her, but I keep thinking of Sturgis, forgotten by the people that he'd sacrificed his life for, forgotten by me, left for dead, and I know how you feel.
And, well, having a baby can change your perspective in life. everything becomes more... I don't quite know how to put it, but the stakes are higher. And men don't always quite understand, do they? When I was pregnant with Neville, Frank tried his best to be supportive, but he never fully understood why I wouldn't just hang up my auror robes and decorate the nursery. I got my arm broken rather nastily in a fight when I was six months along, and I think it was the first time he was ever truly angry with me - angry for risking my life and my baby's life too. To be sure, I didn't seek out duels for the sake of picking a fight, but the fight that broke my arm saved the lives of a family of Muggles that were being terrorised, and that was a risk I was willing to take. I couldn't sit idly by and watch while my country fell apart.
I hope you are able to sort things out with our Remus, and keep in mind that you are always welcome with us if you need another bit of a break.
And more importantly, how are you doing? My heart went out to you when you wrote about Meg, and how it might have been you in her place. The thought of what they did to that girl, well, it makes me shudder. Do you really think that they're keeping her at that ward that Poppy mentioned? I fear that if they've taken her there instead of Azkaban that she may be past the point where any of us can help her, but I keep thinking of Sturgis, forgotten by the people that he'd sacrificed his life for, forgotten by me, left for dead, and I know how you feel.
And, well, having a baby can change your perspective in life. everything becomes more... I don't quite know how to put it, but the stakes are higher. And men don't always quite understand, do they? When I was pregnant with Neville, Frank tried his best to be supportive, but he never fully understood why I wouldn't just hang up my auror robes and decorate the nursery. I got my arm broken rather nastily in a fight when I was six months along, and I think it was the first time he was ever truly angry with me - angry for risking my life and my baby's life too. To be sure, I didn't seek out duels for the sake of picking a fight, but the fight that broke my arm saved the lives of a family of Muggles that were being terrorised, and that was a risk I was willing to take. I couldn't sit idly by and watch while my country fell apart.
I hope you are able to sort things out with our Remus, and keep in mind that you are always welcome with us if you need another bit of a break.
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Date: 2011-02-11 09:41 pm (UTC)I do get why Remus is so angry, but he'll get over it. It was such a good opportunity to really do something, something that might even help Meg, and it wasn't like anyone else would ever be able to go into their house and wander around unsupervised.
Well, relatively unsupervised.
I was hoping my aunt Bellatrix would come by, but she didn't turn up. It was quite fortunate to see dear old Barty though - and that's something I never thought I'd write! I managed to slip a hair from his robe, and it does look like it's his, not from one of his floozies. Aunt Narcissa was easiest, as I spent the most time with her, and I finally managed to get one from Mr Malfoy the night before I left. So yes, all three. There's not much - each lot won't do more than one potion, I'd say. And I do wish I'd got one from Bellatrix. But still a worthwhile haul, I think.
I hope Remus will come to agree. I'm feeling much better now that I've done something. I know we probably won't be able to help Meg, not really, but I had to try. I just wish I could take the polyjuice myself and go in to see her and find out how she is, whether she's comfortable, what they're doing in that place to her and all the other curse victims. But I can't right now, obviously, with the baby and everything. I've done something though, unlike those useless men!
Remus is still stomping around the shop scaring the customers off, but he's stopped shouting at me, and Sirius has stopped looking like he's on the verge of making an excuse and running away, so I think we're making progress. I know he's only angry because he was worried, and I do understand why he was worried, but if he thinks I'll just sit here and do nothing because it's safer, he doesn't know me at all!
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Date: 2011-02-11 11:30 pm (UTC)If one of us ever got caught, Merlin forbid, this could be our key to freeing them. It could open doors that have never been opened before.
It really is priceless, Tonks.
In terms of Meg, well, I wonder if it might be worth our while to see the Spell-damage ward that Poppy mentioned, and see if we can't determine whether Meg is past any hope or not. After all, Narcissa Malfoy is no stranger to St Mungo's, and while you can't take the polyjuice, I certainly can.
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Date: 2011-02-12 01:30 pm (UTC)Narcissa visits St Mungo's all the time, but I don't know if this other place even takes visitors. Maybe Madam Pomfrey knows? Otherwise we'd have to do some reconnaissance before, check the place out so we know what's there, what the security's like, who gets in and out and when, all that stuff.
Even if we could, though, the boys would never go for it. Now that Remus has calmed down a bit, Sirius has decided to stick his oar in and tell me off too. Honestly, you'd think they'd never so much as blown their noses without prior approval from a committee signed in triplicate, the way they're going on at me over this.