“If someone had wanted me dead, they missed a good chance in the Department of Mysteries,” Tonks muses.
“There we were, Dumbledore, Moody, a few others and myself all fighting and dueling Voldemort’s thugs. I got a good stunner off. I hit Lucius I’m-Really-A-Great-Big-Nancy-Boy Malfoy in the chest, knocked him right out.” Tonks is very pleased with that. She doesn’t think that the Dementors in Azkaban prison afforded much in the way of hair care.
“A lot of what happened after that was a blur. I remember singling Bellatrix out though. I chased her up some stone steps but I couldn’t hit her with anything. She’d dodge or throw up a shield. We get to the top and the next thing I know I’m falling backwards. Bump! Bam! Crash! I hit my head somewhere in there. I must’ve because the next thing I know I’m in St. Mungos.”
“Yeah, Bellatrix missed the perfect opportunity to finish me off. Come to think of it, a lot of people did. She could have easily thrown out a Killing Curse as I was falling or after I hit.” She pauses, reflecting on her aunt and the rest of her supposed family members. “I guess it just means that all that interbreeding between cousins is finally starting to show.”