idek... HBP timeline, probably jossed on further canon review
She burst unceremoniously into the Headmaster's office, using the password that every Order member had been given. Dumbledore was deep in conversation with Professors McGonagall and Snape, but she didn't care.
"Where is he? Where have you sent him?" she demanded.
McGonagall looked shocked; Snape sneered.
"Miss Tonks, I hardly think -!"
"Surely you could save the melodramatic display for a time when the Headmaster isn't -"
Dumbledore held a hand up to silence them. "I presume you are referring to Remus," he said quietly, his face impassive as ever, though there was a bit of a glint in his eye that she couldn't quite figure out. When she nodded, he continued. "I did not send him - I asked for his assistance in a task that would allow him to put his considerable and specialized expertise to good use. He left of his own free will. Did he not speak to you of his plans?"
Now Tonks had the temerity to look abashed. She could feel her ears burning a little and she glanced down at her shoes. "No, I... haven't seen much of him lately."
Dumbledore glanced at her, and now she could unmistakably read the signs of compassion in his expression, which made her even more embarrassed. "Severus, Minerva," he was saying, "Please step outside for a moment."
Snape looked as though he was about to say something else, but Dumbledore spoke again before he could. "Nymphadora is understandably worried about her friend. I hardly think she needs an audience at this time."
When the door closed behind them, Tonks shifted on her feet, feeling incredibly awkward. The few times she'd been in this office as a student, she'd been in trouble. "Can you tell me where he is?" she asked after a moment, her voice considerably less demanding.
"I'm afraid not," said Dumbledore, still looking at her as though he felt sorry for her. "I cannot tell you, because I am not precisely sure of his location myself. And if I did, it would avail us little. Surely you can see that he is far safer this way.
"However, I will tell you this: This is not the first time Remus has gone underground. He spent considerable time in the last war doing precisely what he is doing now. I will not deny that it is very dangerous, and he may be killed. It's a risk we are all taking right now, in one way or another, as you know. But if there is one thing Remus has always possessed, it is an incredible will to survive. And it is clear that he has several very good incentives to come home safely."
His look was a little too knowing, as he took in her appearance, and she could feel herself blushing again. "Headmaster, will you please let me know if - "
"Of course, should I hear news of him, I will inform you promptly." She could see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes now. "I would ask, however, that you please restrain yourself from barging in on meetings as much as possible in the future."
"Of course, sir. Sorry, sir. I'll just... let myself out then. And... Thanks."
"Where is he? Where have you sent him?" she demanded.
McGonagall looked shocked; Snape sneered.
"Miss Tonks, I hardly think -!"
"Surely you could save the melodramatic display for a time when the Headmaster isn't -"
Dumbledore held a hand up to silence them. "I presume you are referring to Remus," he said quietly, his face impassive as ever, though there was a bit of a glint in his eye that she couldn't quite figure out. When she nodded, he continued. "I did not send him - I asked for his assistance in a task that would allow him to put his considerable and specialized expertise to good use. He left of his own free will. Did he not speak to you of his plans?"
Now Tonks had the temerity to look abashed. She could feel her ears burning a little and she glanced down at her shoes. "No, I... haven't seen much of him lately."
Dumbledore glanced at her, and now she could unmistakably read the signs of compassion in his expression, which made her even more embarrassed. "Severus, Minerva," he was saying, "Please step outside for a moment."
Snape looked as though he was about to say something else, but Dumbledore spoke again before he could. "Nymphadora is understandably worried about her friend. I hardly think she needs an audience at this time."
When the door closed behind them, Tonks shifted on her feet, feeling incredibly awkward. The few times she'd been in this office as a student, she'd been in trouble. "Can you tell me where he is?" she asked after a moment, her voice considerably less demanding.
"I'm afraid not," said Dumbledore, still looking at her as though he felt sorry for her. "I cannot tell you, because I am not precisely sure of his location myself. And if I did, it would avail us little. Surely you can see that he is far safer this way.
"However, I will tell you this: This is not the first time Remus has gone underground. He spent considerable time in the last war doing precisely what he is doing now. I will not deny that it is very dangerous, and he may be killed. It's a risk we are all taking right now, in one way or another, as you know. But if there is one thing Remus has always possessed, it is an incredible will to survive. And it is clear that he has several very good incentives to come home safely."
His look was a little too knowing, as he took in her appearance, and she could feel herself blushing again. "Headmaster, will you please let me know if - "
"Of course, should I hear news of him, I will inform you promptly." She could see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes now. "I would ask, however, that you please restrain yourself from barging in on meetings as much as possible in the future."
"Of course, sir. Sorry, sir. I'll just... let myself out then. And... Thanks."