Capítulo 8
Soy una orgullosa oveja negra En contraste con la diversión de los últimos días, Tonks despertó con el ánimo pesado la mañana siguiente. No era un mal humor explosivo, de...
Chapter 8
I’m a proud black sheep In contrast to the cheerfulness of the past few days, Tonks woke up the next morning with a heavy heart.It wasn’t the kind of explosive...
Chapter 6
To Walburga Black — may she never rest in peace. The kitchen of Grimmauld Place was crowded. The large wooden table, scratched by years of use and witness to countless...
Chapter 5
CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Tonks walked through the streets of London, trying to sort out her thoughts. She kept a cautious distance from Rookwood, who blended into the crowd a few steps...
Chapter 4
¡EN GARDE! Sparks of spells lit up the training room as the Auror rolled across the floor, dodging Kingsley’s latest attack. The echo of curses slamming against the walls lingered...
Chapter 3
A troll leg umbrella stand?! The evening light bathed the horizon in orange as Tonks and Moody took up their positions outside the Ministry of Magic. Hidden behind a dense...
Chapter 2
That’s Just Who She Was The alarm went off with a shrill ring, marking the start of a new day.As usual, Tonks sat up with a jolt, full of energy...
Chapter 1
Auror Tonks in the gloomy Kitchen with Her Mid-Length Pink Hair, Wondering How She Ended Up at the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix The night was dark and...
Capítulo 7
Un nombre con carácter El zumbido de plumas escribiendo solas llenaba el aire del Ministerio, entremezclado con el murmullo constante de conversaciones y pasos apresurados. Tonks atravesaba la bulliciosa división...
Capítulo 6
Por Walburga Black, que en paz no descansa La cocina de Grimmauld Place estaba llena. La gran mesa de madera, arañada por los años y testigo de incontables reuniones, se...