Disclaimer: Clearly I'm not JKR and didn't create the characters of Tonks and Remus. The character of Nasrin is one that a friend came up with.

She stood there next to Remus her hair the brightest of pink, his arms embraced around her form. Before she could utter a single word, a playful smirk played onto his lips and he leaned in closer. Closer and closer he drifted, her heart beating like a pot being used as a drum by an over rambunctious child on sugar. Just as his lips brushed hers, he suddenly faded from her grip leaving her alone in a cold, dark room. On the far side of the room a small dark form appeared, leaving her baffled and confused. As she drew closer to the form, the form took a step back. It in itself was no larger than a child, silver hair dangling over its face, while the portion of the body was in a cloak of shadows. However two things stood out above all else; the fact that underneath that mop of hair were two red eyes peering up at her, and huddled in her arms was a doll in the exact likeness of her.

Tonks awoke with a start in her small, cramped, and well disastrous cubical in the Auror department at the ministry of magic. Trying to remember what she had just dreamt in an entirety she looked down to see a small spot of drool on a report for Kingley. "Shit," she muttered to herself as she grabbed a tissue and began to wipe away the drool. As she did so a dark spot appeared underneath the spot. "SHIT!" she said at almost a yell, and heard protests from all sides. Deciding that the rest of the work had better be left until tomorrow she decided to duck out early.

"See your trying to leave and hour before you're supposed to." Kingsley said coming up behind her. "No…. I was just … taking a … early break." Tonks protested. Kingsley looked at her with a quizzical look, "Is everything done?" "Yes… Of course!" He looked over at the mess on her desk and sighed, "You're a terrible liar." "Fine, I got some of it done, but it's so boring! I can't stand desk work! I'd trade it for anything!" She stammered. "Anything?" "Yes, anything" she said firmly. "Well in that case I have a special assignment for you, if you're up for it."

Standing in the elevator as it approached level four Tonks looked towards the wizard next to her who looked like he'd had a worse day then even her. The bottom of his cloak had been torn to pieces, while his hands were covered in at least two layers of bandages. ". . . Did you get some kind of new animal down here?"
"You could say that . . .," he replied and yet sounded more like he was mumbling that to himself.

The door opened and Tonks walked out into a busier than normal hallway. She made her way through the crowd to the man waiting for her, "I was sent down by Kingsley."

"Right this way," He said. She followed him through winding hallways and finally came to an old wooden door. From behind the door there was a loud sound, much like someone trying to kick it in without much success. The wizard pulled out a set of keys and turned to Tonks, "You better stand back."

Immediately Tonk's imagination began to picture some violent creature lingering behind the door waiting to tear out the throat of its next victim. As the key was turned in its proper place in the door, with a loud click the banging seemed to cease. Slowly the door was opened and ironically enough from the guy who'd just told her to strand back, she found herself being shoved in first.
So there she was; stumbling through the pitch black room, slowly pulling her wand out just in case whatever this was happened to attack.

Then from within the shadows she heard the faintest sound of chewing. Her mind buzzed with confusion. Had they fed this creature before she'd arrived?

She kind of doubted that.

Pivoting on her heel toward the sound, it wasn't long before she discovered the source of the faint chewing. There in the corner, sat a little girl. Her clothes were in a terrible state. She wore nothing more then a simple dress that could have been once white but now was covered in large dark splotches of multiple colors. Her skin was also smothered in layers of dirt but the bits you could see were deathly pale. Probably from lack of sunlight. But despite how messy her appearance was, only a few specific details were able to make Tonk's mouth fall open. Her hair was silver and hung over her face in a knotted mess. Beneath those tangled locks, a pair of sharp red eyes followed Tonk's every move.
Finally the source of the chewing noise appeared to be from the child chewing on her own fingers in a sad effort to satisfy her starvation. However her body had become so thin and weak from lack of proper nutrition even her mouth had lost the strength it once had to properly tear her skin.

After a few seconds of staring at this little girl, Tonks snapped back to reality and looked at the wizard now cowering behind her. "What's with you? I don't understand, I'm supposed to be down here picking up an assignment." The man stared back at her, "This is your assignment, Her." He answered pointing at the little girl. "She was found in a basement a house that ministry had deemed unsafe and was to be torn down. They had to get her out of there but, when the officials tried, she bit them. She's too young to be triad and she can't go to Hogwarts, so someone has to look after her, only until we find somewhere for her to go. The only thing we know is that her name is Nasrin (Nahs- Reen). Don't ask me how they got it out of her, she doesn't seem to talk much. Have fun." He said as he left the room. Fun, right, she thought as the door closed behind her and a dim light turned on. Tonks looked at the Girl, "Nasrin?" the girl looked up at her. Tonks held out her hand and Nasrin looked at it for a moment with a puzzled expression tilting her head off to the side. "What you've never seen a hand before?" She attempted to move further forward to take the girls hand, but Nasrin a horrified squeal and backed further against the wall before beginning to growl. Tonks was taken aback for a moment, but decided to stand strong. Someone had to show this kid who was boss. "Hey!," she barked sternly. "No. Stop that." She snatched up the girls hand into hers . . . then . . . . Nothing.

The girl didn't move. Just stared at Tonks as she was gently hosted up to her shoeless feet. It made one wonder, just long it had been since someone had held her hand, if anyone had at all.

Tonks looked back down at her and brushed her long bangs aside, and tucked the silvery strands behind her ear. Nasrin shook her head and the bangs fell in front of her face once again. Tonks smiled sweetly and still holding her hand began to walk towards the door. Nasrin hesitated for a moment then followed. They headed back up to her office and walking through the door Tonks would have sworn she saw Kingsley smirking.

She plopped down into her vastly uncomfortable chair and conjured up a second for Nasrin. She reluctantly sat, Tonks decided she better try to get some more work done. Nasrin was looking around the cubical her eyes suddenly fixed upon a stack of papers. Tonks, suddenly distracted, was watching her. Her hand suddenly darted out and grabbed some paper and stuffed them in her mouth. "NO!" Tonks hollered an ignoring protest from all sides around her. After about a minute she managed to get the papers back, "Those aren't for eating! Here," Tonks reached into her bag and pulled out two chocolate frogs. Handing one to Nasrin and opening the other for her. Nasrin was examining it closely, and then suddenly threw it over the cubical, backwards. It hit the witch in the next cubical, then fell to the floor where Kingsley tripped over it. Sweet revenge thought Tonks. She pulled another frog out of her bag and handed it to Nasrin, "No, you eat it." She explained as she bit the head off her own. Nasrin opened the package and cautiously took a tiny bite, enjoying it quickly ate the rest of the frog. Tonks smiled thinking she was satisfied for the moment, and briefly turned back to her work. That didn't last long.
Before she knew it, she felt a small tugging on the end of her shirt. She turned and there was Nasrin cupping her hands and looking up at her with her big red eyes. At first Tonks had thought her to be a little scary, but now that the child looked up at her like she had done something important and not like some kind of monster, she had to admit the kid was kind of cute. "M-m-more?" the child asked, her voice a little weak and scratchy as she stumbled over her weak vocabulary. This almost made Tonk's heart flutter. She turned to her bag and found yet another chocolate frog, good thing she had just stocked up on them. She handed it to Nasrin, whose face lit up as soon as it was in her hands. Tearing off the paper, Tonks turned back to her work and noticed she had just made a huge mistake. Cursing under her breath she ripped the paper in two and crumpled it into a ball, then tried to throw it into the waste bin. She missed and the ball landed at Nasrin's feet. She picked it up and threw it back at Tonks, landing at her feet. Tonks quickly kicked it back to her and heard a high pitched giggle.

How long had it been since someone had played with her?

Tonks turned in her chair and faced Nasrin, studying her closely. She looked about eight, underfed and extremely tired. As she looked over at her clock she saw that it read seven. Time to go home, "but, what and I going to do with… her?" Tonks got up to talk to Kingsley about it, suddenly she was nearly knocked into her stomach. Nasrin was latched to her, arms wrapped around her thighs. She peered up at Tonks with wide eyes, Tonks momentarily caught off guard deiced to just take the kid with her. She peeled Nasrin off and grabbed her bag, and headed for the door with Nasrin at her heals.

Tonks quickly headed towards the entrance, pushed open the doors and walked outside. It was a bright sunny day, "And why do I have to work on a beautiful day like this? I could have –" but her thought was interrupted as something grasped her hand, she looked down to see Nasrin eyes closed, burying her head into Tonk's stomach. Clearly it had been a long time since she had been outside.

Gently taking her hand Tonks apperated them back to her flat. Nasrin opened her eyes and looked around in awe of her new surroundings. She then spotted it, someone, sitting at the island in the small kitchen. She pointed at him and began to back away. Tonks knelt down next to her and smiled. "It ok, that's my roommate, Remus." At the sound of his name he looked up. Tonks stood up again, smiled at Remus. He looked strangely at her, "Who are you talking to?" Tonks guided Nasrin around the island, she pointed to the child next to her, "Nasrin," his eyes widened and a quizzical look crossed his face. "Is.. she… umm…" Tonks suddenly clued into what her was saying, "Yes, Remus, she's mine." Pulling Nasrin in front of her and hugging her. He suddenly looked horrified, "Your kidding right?" "Yes, Remus. She was at work and I have to look after her until they find her somewhere to go." The look on his face relaxed, "No need to look horrified."

The rest of the night was rather uneventful, together Tonks and Remus got Nasrin settled, changed into an old pair of shorts and one of Tonks' too small 'Weird sisters' t- shirts. Brushed her bushy, matted and knotted silvery hair, but the best part of the night was when they tried to give her a bath. She wasn't particularly fond of water, the only way they got her in they bath was the fact that Tonks promised her more chocolate frogs.

Once she was settled and stuffed with not only chocolate frogs but Droobles, Pumpkin Pasties, Bertie Botts bean, (Tonks couldn't see the harm in giving her some sweets, she looked like she hadn't eaten in months), and some yogurt. They put her to bed and collapsed onto the couch. They turned on the television and watched old re- runs of 'The Dukes of Hazzard,' one of their favorites.

It was after 11 before they ending up falling asleep.

A/N: My first Fanfic. Please review, All reviewers well get their pick form Tonk's sweet stash.