Title: Miracle (From the song by Shinedown.)

Summary: During a raid on a drug den, trainee Auror Nymphadora Tonks meets a lycanthropy effected heroin addict named RJ. He's been offered a teaching position at Hogwarts, but he has to get clean within a year. Can the young Auror help him fight his addiction and learn to love again?

Set: Start of CoS

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Angst

Warnings: There will be strong language, graphic drug use, drug addict!Remus and possible sexual situations. So if that's not your cup of tea, then the back button will easily get you out of here :)

A/N Firstly, I have to apologise for my absence from FF. My computer has decided to no longer allow me to login to my account, and therefore I've been unable to upload stories, which is, well, shit. Rather lucky that I can now post from my iPod, eh? Anyways, drop me a review and let me know what you think as this is the first time I've written anything in ages and feedback would be muchly appreciated :)

'Remember, keep your head down and your eyes open. These people can be incredibly dangerous.' grunted Mad-Eye Moody. His protégée rolled her eyes and turned to face the elderly Auror.

'Eyes down, head open. Got it.' she replied with a grin.

'Tonks, for God's sake. Be serious. I don't want you endangering the team.' Moody growled, leading Tonks through the ministry to meet the rest of the team of Aurors. Today, they were about to make a bust on one of the largest drugs-rings in Britain. They'd been observing for months and today was the day they went in for the kill.

'I know, I know.' the trainee fixed her face into a suitably serious expression before morphing her hair from violent lime green to dirty blonde. 'Stick to the plan and watch my footing, because falling over in a drug den is not good.'

'Exactly. Now we're hoping to make at least six arrests. That's as long as they haven't scarpered. Wouldn't surprise me...'

As the Auror began to rant about 'bloody addicts' and how they'd 'kill just for their next high' Tonks began to feel butterflies. This was her first dangerous mission and she didn't want to balls it up by tripping over and alerting the people in the house of their presence. Then they turned the corner into the rendezvous point and all her mind focussed on was the mission at hand.

'Right,' Mad-Eye was saying 'we're going to apparate to the hillside close to the house. This way they'll hopefully not see or hear us. We go in pairs: Dawlish and Shacklebolt, Roberts and Williamson, Wood and Sanders and, finally, Tonks and myself. Keep your wits about you, I don't want any of us getting hurt. Okay, go!'

As the pairs began to apparate away, Tonks once again felt butterflies. Then came her turn. She turned on the spot, focussing on the hillside, and almost instantly appeared there.

'Wood, Sanders! You take the back with Roberts and Williamson. Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you're with us. Remember, constant vigilance!' Mad-Eye barked 'Go, go, go!'

And that was it. The group went their separate ways, hoping to prevent the suspects from escaping. There were six in the house, and there would (hopefully) be six in handcuffs and on their way to the Ministry's holding cells by the end of the morning.

As the four of them approached the front door, they heard a loud crash and a series of shouts indicating the other group had entered the house. As if on cue, two men ran out of the front door and straight into the waiting hands of the aurors. Dawlish was left to secure the pair while the other three entered the dilapidated house. It seemed that the other group had secured another three men, with a sixth seemingly passed out on the needle covered floor. The whole place was filthy with magazines, needles and Merlin-knew-what else littering the floor and every available surface. Kingsley managed to wake the man on the floor before handcuffing him and leading him towards the front door with the others.

Mad-Eye turned to the trainee 'Tonks, I want you to go and have a look around upstairs while we secure this lot. But remember, there could be anything up there. Constant vigilance!'

Tonks turned and headed up the filthy staircase. A look in each room showed nothing much of interest, just more used needles. Finally, she got to the last room. A quick turn of the handle revealed the door was locked. Tonks' curiosity instantly spiked. A quick "Alohomora" opened the door, revealing a clean but dark room. A battered guitar rested against the opposite wall and she walked over to have a look. Then, the door shut behind her and she quickly turned to face it, overbalancing and landing painfully on her backside.

'Well, well, well,' said a gruff voice from the shadows next to the door 'What have we here?'

The figure disarmed Tonks before she could properly draw her wand, and abruptly found another pointed right between her eyes. This was definitely not good. If she shouted for help, the man would probably blow her brains out. She therefore thought of the best word the sum up her predicament at that moment:

'Fucknuggets'

Okay, I know it's short. But I promise the chapters will get longer. Sorry about the lack of formatting, I cannot be arsed to work out how to do it on my iPod. Next chapter should be up tomorrow, Sunday or Monday. I'm off to London for the weekend (Studio Tour here I come!) so I'll do a lot of writing while travelling. Toodle-pip!

UPDATE: I can now login to my FF account on my computer so we all know what that means: PARAGRAPHS!