"Of all the things for him to predict correctly," Tonks said. It was true, that. Azkaban was somewhat useless now, for all of the dementors had defected to Voldemort's side and spent their time now attacking helpless witches and wizards, and even worse, Muggles. So it was one thing he'd managed to follow through on. He'd still gotten trounced by a teenaged boy more than once.
"But by the time that was right the damage to you was already done." Not that she'd been a shining pillar of sanity to begin with, but the dementors certainly hadn't helped any. "I just can't believe someone as young as you are would be willing to throw their life away so willingly. You've lost more than ten years where I'm from, Bellatrix, rotting away in that hell hole ad you want that? All for someone who's only going to die at--"
Tonks stopped herself there. Bella knew nothing about Harry or his part in Voldemort's downfall. Best to keep it that way.
She shrugged, brightening up a few more lights as they walked. "Anyway, you're here now. Perhaps you'll want to change your tune so that you can live amongst others like yourself. It's no fun being alone here."