To everyone who read my One Week story I took it down and am redoing it. I did the whole thing on paper so everything will go smoothly, I hope. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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"It was so nice to see you again Tonks, I can't believe it's been," the black haired girl said trying to count on her fingers, "forever since we were at Hogwarts, and you know what Tonks," she giggled.

"What?" giggled the metamorphmangus who was finishing her fifth beer. She was so drunk and up in the clouds that everything felt light and her mind was spinning, but it felt good. It also felt good to be drunk with an old friend from school who was drunk as well.

"You, you're just the girl I remember, crazy and cool, my good friend Tonks." The two giggled and clinked empty beer mugs together.

Her friend set her glass down. She looked at Tonks, a defeated look and said, "I love you and all, but it's-" she looked at her watch, not comprehending it, said, "late and I have work in the morning so I better get home and crash in the doorway."

Tonks stood up and gave her a hug and they kissed cheeks before the dark haired girl stumbled out.

Tonks was not ready to just get up and leave yet. She knew herself and if she stood up one more time she would fall over and break her ankle or something. Her luck wasn't so good and she was extremely clumsy.

Plus, she needed to apparate home and needed to be mildly sober to do that. Plus Remus was supposed to return home early in the morning and she wanted to wake-up in bed and see him before she went to work.

"Ah shit," she grumbled, elbow on table and her cheek crammed on it. The whole place was spinning and she felt so dizzy.

The people around her laughed, talked and had a good time while she felt alone. It sucked to drink alone and since Alana had left she felt drained and drunk, a combination she didn't need when she was alone.

With foggy eyes she scanned the bar for anyone she recognized and saw that Severus Snape, long time Potion's master at Hogwarts had arrived and was looking for an empty spot to sit. His eyes landed on Tonks.

It was company, it wasn't the best but it was what she was asking for. She held up a hand to beacon him over and he slowly made his way, looking like he didn't want to be there at all.

"Good evening Professor," she said brightly, mood instantly lifting, even if it was just him, the one who straddled the fence when it came to the choice of good versus evil.

"You're slurring," he said dead-panned. It was pretty obvious that he was amused but he wasn't going to show it.

"I am not," she slowly countered back, not exactly knowing for sure what she sounded like.

"You're gone, no more for you." He ordered himself a drink.

The young bartender looked at Tonks and said, "Can I get anything for you, miss?"

"Ye-"she started but Snape cut in with a, "No."

"Ignore him," she chuckled finding him hilarious, "He's no fun, but uhh, nothing for me, but maybe just a glass of water, I have work in the morning."

"Sure," he said, high tailing it away from Snape's serious stare which made Tonks laugh.

"Why did you think you could control what I drank or not?" she asked trying to be serious, but it wasn't working in her stupor state.

"Because you're incompetent to know your limit." It was his answer and it came out like anything else he said, dull and flat.

The bartender put the two glasses down and walked away quickly. Why was he so afraid of Snape?

"I'm fine to have a little fun, and Alana and I, we were catching up. Plus, I'm just going home after this."

He looked relieved, even in a glint in his eye that he wasn't there to witness their jabber. But then he thought of her second answer and said, "You won't even make it. Somehow you'll manage to stand up, small miracle, then it's downhill from there." He took a sip from his glass.

"You think I will, huh?"

"Yes," he answered without any hesitation.

"Well, then I better leave so you can see the show." She rapped the table with her knuckles, silver ring clinking; she stood up, 'Snape's small miracle.'

"Sit down Nymphadora," he commanded quietly. She didn't even see his mouth move. "Keep in my company for a little while longer."

"You just put me down and wanted to get ride of me and now you want me to stay like nothing happened?"

"Yes," he answered, finishing his drink.

She wobbled a millisecond, moving some lavender hair off her face and said, "I'm drunk, not stupid. Something is going down here and you're milking it off my unsuspecting self!" She accused him harshly, but only loud enough for him to hear, not that anyone was paying attention. The place was loud and rambunctious with everyone enjoying their company and 'party.'

"I know something that is very valuable to you and if you don't sit down and listen it will be trouble for you and embarrassment."

"You know," she used one hand to clutch her chair and not fall over and leaned in pointing one finger in his face said, "I don't believe you. I don't trust you because you straddle the fence and it's always your name that comes up when commotion happens so I think I'll leave it at this and bid you a nice unseasonable night and a bright sunny morning."

"You'll regret-"

She was already stumbling and collided with a patron, but everything was cool between them so she pushed out the door to the vacant night.

Hauling herself to a stop she sighed holding her wand out.

"Ohhhhh, a family reunion? What do I owe this sight of my favorite niece?" Bellatrix LeStrange crackled and Tonks had to crane her head up to see her standing atop the roof of the Three Broomsticks. Another man was with her, only he was dark as the night with white beady eyes. He said nothing, nor did he move.

"My favorite aunt," she challenged back, the alcohol making her brave; very brave, "Out of Draco and myself I'm glad that I'm your favorite," she slurred. She actually heard herself this time and cursed herself this time because it was so obvious to Severus Snape before it was obvious to her.

"Soon enough Draco will only be the next line in this family."

"Ah man, you're casting me out like my cousin," she pleaded sarcastically, thinking it so funny but finding herself not able to laugh.

Two men in heavily cloaked shadows appeared behind her. Her defenses increased. She was very clumsy on her feet, but very skilled, but now taken in accord she was drunk. It was going to be very difficult and she as difficultly outnumbered with two more now to her left.

"Aw auntie, you don't mean that, you know how close we are." She tried to buy herself some time and figure out something, anything to do.

"You and your Muggle loving mother and that wolf, and, and all of you! Once you're all down it'll be easier to penetrate the Order and destroy you all!" She crackled again and with the wave of her hand and a spell streaming out her wand it was on.

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Everything hurt. Everything. She didn't feel like moving, not even opening her eyes; it would only hurt too much.

The only perk was that there was something good smelling, even though it hurt to breathe. She didn't know where she was and what exactly happened. All she had recollection of was that her aunt let her have it, and she knew she wouldn't heal completely anytime soon.

A tear lingered in her right eye, and then slowly made its way down her cheek. She wasn't going to be able to see Remus and it made her sad that she couldn't see him because she needed him the most right now and wasn't able to move or stop feeling pain.

She listened but didn't hear a thing. She felt no danger but with the whole situation she knew that she was a failure and a disgrace to everything she stood for.

Unconsciousness took over as she felt something, a spell strike her and that was it.

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That was the first chapter. Next chapter should be up soon.