...g her again. "Don't worry, Tonks," she said, smiling widely, "I'm pretty sure I know." Tonks blushed even brighter, mumbling something intelligible.
They sat there for a while, making small talk as they waited. Madame Pomfrey had been in the room with Harry and Bellatrix for the past few hours, and anyone who tried to enter eventually ran out, screaming bloody murder, the victim of a nasty itching hex. Madame Pomfrey, it seemed, was not one to be trifled with when working with a patient.
The door to the bedroom opened with a squeak, and Tonks immediately leapt to her feet, rushing over to Madam Pomfrey.
"Is he alright?" she asked, a worried expression on her face, "Can I see him?"
Pomfrey sighed. "Sit down, Tonks, I have something very serious to talk to you about. Actually, you can see him now. I've given him a sleeping potion, so he'll be unconscious for the next eight hours or so. In a few minutes, I'll need you downstairs. I need to talk to the Order about something very serious."
Tonks began crying again, and Fleur held her sobbing form tightly, comfortingly running her hand up and down her back. "What happened?" Tonks asked, a desperate note in her tone, "What did they do to him?"
Pomfrey sighed. "It isn't irreversible, Tonks, so try to calm dow...