The vision around me blurred as the jail bars melted away and Rookwood was back in the Department of Mysteries, looking at a modified muggle M-16 and the magazine clip held paintball rounds. Percy seemed different and Rookwood seemed genuinely scared of him now. I stepped around to see Rookwood, and though he was no longer in Azkaban robes, he looked wan and frail as there were cuts and bruises on him that could have only been done through torture.