Adrian reached out and took her hand so that he was touching the Portkey, too. It activated precisely on time, and there was a horrific wrench. When he opened his eyes again, he and Tonks were in Azkaban. He let Tonks greet the guards and concentrated on keeping his kippers and toast inside him for a moment.
Tonks was nominally in the lead, but they both knew the way to the interrogation room. It was where he'd done all his previous evaluations. He hoped it was secure enough to hold Bellatrix.
Bellatrix.
He made himself repeat it to remind himself that she was human and not a monstrous force like her old master. She could be beaten. Had been beaten. And he and Tonks could do it again.