Tonks stumbled out of her fireplace coughing fitfully and eyes tearing from the flash of green light. The soft sounds of Hogsmeade were around her but all Tonks could hear was the painful pounding of her own heart. She managed to make her way over to the couch before collapsing onto it
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Tonks sat at her desk in the Ministry, the garbled shouts of her co-workers in her ears and tried to focus on the sheet of parchment in front of her. It was late but the amount of Dementor activity meant that everyone had been working overtime lately and that didn’t seem about to change anytime soon
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