flyting (flyting) wrote in thecoldwar, @ 2008-02-19 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian pucey, bellatrix lestrange, tonks |
Adrian and Tonks interview Bella
Who: Adrian, Tonks, and Bellatrix Lestrange
What: A little interviewing and a little finding out of things man was not meant to know
When: Tuesday morning
Where: Azkaban
Why: Because it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it
The twenty-four hours leading up the interrogation of Bellatrix Lestrange had been the longest of Adrian's life. He'd spent a great deal of time in his study finalising the details of personal and professional paperwork against a long-term incapacity. There had been a trip to London to file various items with Arthwaite Iff so all his legal matters were in order, and his will was up to date. There was rebinding the spells on the house to ensure that his will held it as long as he was alive and that his bitch of a stepmother never set foot in the place before his death. He'd bottled his memories, packed his pensieve up, and made arrangements for Professor Snape to receive it.
There was a visit to Dublin via portkey to make a confession of his sins, committed and uncommitted.
He'd spent the evening in his surgery making sure his valise was well-stocked with all sorts of useful things, including at least one double-duty calming potion strong enough for a horse--or a werewolf--as well as more than a pound of chocolate and enough painkillers to supply a small army. Flitchy had brought him his favorite sole for dinner and he'd barely managed to choke it down.
He'd torn up several letters and rewritten them.
He'd slept badly and had to force himself to eat breakfast. He'd gotten his (not technically illegal) second wand out of his safe in the study and slipped it into his valise. He'd checked his instructions to Tonks. Professor Snape and Remus already knew what they had to do.
Now he was at the DMLE, valise in hand, waiting for Tonks and the portkey to Azkaban, aware that all his preparations probably weren't enough to get him through this. Only through wits, will, and a substantial amount of luck was he going to come back with his faculties intact.
Every plan should have a backup. This one distinctly did not.