So, a formal warning: This story will contain abuse, non-con/rape, dark themes, it will not contain graphic descriptions of such, it'll be more implied.

But it will also have Sirius, Remadora and... I think that's it.

I don't own HP, and I took inspiration from what Remus says in HBP: "Albus needed a spy, and here I was, ready-made."

**I am still working on Chaos After the Storm and The Auror Chronicles, I'm just having slight plot issues**

She opened her eyes to see Snape leaning over her, and she frowned slightly.

He pushed her onto her back, moving her hand away from the the wound on her stomach, muttering a spell. The bleeding ceased immediately, an odd sensation washing over her body as the pain disappeared. She frowned deeper. He was helping her. Why?

Snape pocketed his wand, leaning down further and lifting her. She was too week to push him away, and let her head fall into his shoulder as he walked. Strangely, the potions professor didn't smell of various potion ingredients, instead he smelled of candle wax and old books. Although, now she wondered why one would notice this.

"Is he going to kill me?" She asked, but was met with Snape shushing her.

She fell silent, allowing him to carry her somewhere, simply feeling too weak to fight anymore. To her surprise, he carried her outside.

"You overpowered Wormtail." He said when they had walked through the gates, and he set her on her feet. She swayed, and he caught her arm, keeping her upright. "You escaped out of the cellar because he failed to lock it properly after checking on you. He is currently Stunned, his memory modified. He will remember you overpowering him." Snape said, handing her a wand- Wormtail's wand. "You are going to Apparate with me two miles south. That's where you'll be found."

"You're helping me escape." She said, stunned. "Why?"

"I may be a murderer to you and the rest of the Order, but I also have the ability to do the right thing."

"But why?" She asked. "I mean, you didn't stop Professor Burbage from being killed."

"Neither did you."

"I couldn't! I was supposed to be undercover!"

"You did exceptionally well, you know." Snape said. "But perhaps the Order forgot that the Dark Lord can use Legilimency."

"So can you, yet you didn't say anything. And we were alone for a few minutes."

He didn't answer her, instead tightening his grip on her arm. She allowed herself, for some reason, to be taken with him as he Apparated. As they reappeared, he aimed his wand at her, and she felt a warm feeling washing over her as her mind became fuzzy.

She had overpowered Wormtail... Taken his wand... Apparated alone...

She felt hands pushing her gently to the ground, and passed out before she felt the ground beneath her head.

Both men froze, whipping their wands out. The only person they knew with a doe patronus was dead.

The doe continued moving, however and paused beside a dark shape in the overgrown grass.

They exchanged looks, and then walked forward. The doe vanished before they reached the shape on the ground, and Sirius lit the end of his wand. The light of his wand reflected off of a pale face, and Remus fell to his knees beside her.

"Dora?" He asked, reaching for her. She was bruised and bleeding, but breathing. Her clothes were torn, and she didn't wake up when he lifted her, her head falling against his shoulder.

"You're sure it's her?" Sirius asked.

"We can't question her right now, not like this." Remus said. "We take her with us, we find out later."

Sirius nodded, Disapparating with a loud crack. Remus followed, tightening his grip on Tonks. He reappeared outside the boundaries of their home.

"It's alright, we've got you." Remus whispered in her ear, carrying her up the garden path. Sirius walked ahead, opening the door of the dark house. He continued ahead, as Remus spoke softly to Tonks, but he was sure she was unconscious.

He had shoved a book and most of the extra pillows off the couch, leaving a single pillow on the end. He walked to the hallway, grabbing a thin blanket from the closet and returning just as Remus set her down.

"We need to get her robes off." Sirius said, handing Remus the blanket. "To heal the wounds-"

"Can you get Dittany?" Remus asked, setting the blanket on the arm of the couch and leaning over her again, grabbing the collar of her ruined shirt, ripping half of the buttons off. Sirius nodded, leaving the room quickly.

Remus noticed small bruises covering her chest and stomach, he even noticed a clear hand shaped bruise on one of her hips, and felt sick. They must have used Slicing Charms or a knife, these cuts were far too long and deep to have happened when she had been beaten.

Remus folded the blanket, covering her bare chest, just as Sirius returned, holding out the Dittany.

"The worst one is here, on her stomach." Remus said, taking the small from Sirius. "The others I can probably heal with spells."

Remus uncorked the Dittany, dropping a few drops on the wound. "What if we hadn't found her tonight?" Sirius asked.

Remus shook his head. "It doesn't matter, because we did." He said. "I just want to know why she didn't come back when she was supposed to."

"I'll make some tea, do you want some?" Sirius asked, and Remus nodded. Sirius went into the kitchen, and Remus shifted the blanket to cover her entirely, lifting her upper body to sit with her partially on his lap. He ran a hand over her hair, his wedding ring glinting in the soft light, a harsh reminder that this was his wife- and he had made no objections to her walking into a den of snakes. His wife, and he hadn't protected her- perhaps he should have gone with her, but he couldn't. They had taken one Death Eater, subdued him long enough so that Tonks could morph into him and go, but Yaxley had escaped and Tonks never returned.

Remus had spent the first week of July, confused. He wanted to marry her, be with her, but could he be either? The second week, they got married. The third, she had vanished.

Now they were a few days from getting Harry from his Muggle family's- a mission Tonks wasn't going to participate in anyway, due to an uneven amount of volunteers.

"I'm sorry, Dora." Remus said, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "We should have sent someone else."

"I sent a patronus message to Arthur, Kingsley and Mad-Eye." Sirius said. "Arthur can talk to Molly and anyone still at the Burrow, and Kingsley can go to her parents. Knowing Mad-Eye-"

There was a loud crack in the yard.

"-he's on his way here." Sirius finished as there was a loud banging on the door. "Who is it?" Sirius called, setting the tea down on the coffee table.

"Alastor Nathaniel Moody, known as Mad-Eye. At the last Order meeting, Remus John Lupin stormed out after saying someone else should have taken his wife's place- his wife being Nymphadora Andromeda Tonks, who I trained to be an Auror-"

Moody was cut off as Sirius opened the door. Moody entered, looking at Tonks in Remus' arms.

"I am sorry, Remus, for sending her." Moody said. "Even though she volunteered, you were right. We turned her down for other undercover missions, we should have turned her down this time as well. Has she woken?"

"No." Remus said, looking down at Tonks. "I've healed the worst of her injuries- which were already partially healed-"

"Already healed?" Moody asked, stepping forward. "Did she have a wand on her when you found her? Where did you find her?"

"In a field, about two miles from Malfoy Manor. She did have a wand next to her. Wormtail's wand." Sirius said, and Remus noticed he didn't make any mention of the doe.

"She must have fought him, taken his wand and escaped, then-"

"Look at her." Remus said. "I doubt she's done much fighting in the last few hours-"

"Maybe she lost her strength Apparating." Moody said. "Even I doubt she would walk two miles in that condition. Let her rest, when she wakes up, ask a security question."

"Who else would it be?" Remus asked. "What would be point of giving us a false, still injured, Dora?"

"She could be a Death Eater, disguised to get in our ranks." Moody said. "Ask her to morph-"

"She's injured, I doubt she'll want to morph." Sirius said.

"She's done it before, even if it's a very slight change." Moody said. "It's the most accurate security question for her. We don't know what information they might have about her."

Remus nodded. "We'll ask her to morph." He said.

"I'll go to her parents, unless Kingsley's already there." Moody continued. "Meeting tomorrow, at noon. At the Burrow, we're going to finalise the plans for Saturday."

Remus had carried Tonks upstairs just after dawn, still covered in the blanket, setting her gently on the bed after waving his wand to move the blankets out of the way. Slowly and gently, he pulled the rest of her clothes off, cleaning blood from her skin and feeling for any possible broken bones.

As much as he hated his condition and the years he had spent alone, it had provided him with ample time to learn how to search for and treat various injuries. When he couldn't find any, he grabbed a tank top and shorts, lifting her into a sitting position to pull the tank top over her head, gently adjusting it. When he pulled the shorts onto her, he realised the bruises on her legs seemed to have a very specific pattern and he felt even sicker. He lay his hand over the bruise, feeling worse when part of it matched up, as if someone had been digging their fingers into her legs.

The hand shaped bruise on her hip, these bruises on her thighs...

He released her leg as if her skin had burned him, stepping back. He was going to be sick.

He turned, heading towards Sirius' room, knocking a little louder than he intended. A moment later, Sirius swung open the door.

"What? Did something happen? Is she awake?"

He didn't speak, just gestured for Sirius to follow him.

"Moony, mate, tell me." Sirius said, following him.

He walked over to Tonks, pointing to her leg. "There."

Sirius stood next to him. "It's a bruise-"

Remus leaned down, pulling the hem of her tank top up only far enough to reveal the hand shaped bruised. Sirius seemed to be realising what Remus was thinking, and he frowned when Remus placed his fingers over the bruises on her leg.

"Remus, you don't think-"

Remus straightened up. "Do you think we could wake her up with Rennervate?"

"We could try." Sirius said. "But she might not know where she is at first, Moony."

Remus nodded. "We're both here to calm her down if she panics." He said, reaching to pull the blanket over her so she wouldn't feel so exposed right away. He aimed his wand at Tonks.

"Remus, she may not want to admit it, you know." Sirius said. "Don't pry if she doesn't want to talk."

Remus nodded, pointing his wand at Tonks' chest. "Rennervate." He whispered, and there was a moment where nothing happened.

And then her eyes opened. There was a very fleeting moment where Remus thought she might be calm, but then she seemed to realise she was somewhere different, and sat up quickly, her eyes filling with confusion panic as she looked around the room but almost didn't seem to recognise anything- until she spotted Remus.

"Dora, it's alright." He said, as her eyes flickered to Sirius.

Tears filled her eyes and Remus realised she was trembling. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching towards one of her hands. She pulled her hand away immediately, and then looked horrified at what she had done. "I'm sorry." She said quietly, tears falling onto her cheeks. "Remus, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be." Remus said. "You have nothing to apologise for."

She burst into tears, burying her head in her hands. Remus heard Sirius leave. "Dora, can you tell me what happened?" Remus asked, gently. "What are these bruises from?"

She shook her head, crying harder.

He wanted to hold her, comfort her, but he couldn't bring himself to move. If she had flinched away from his hand...

"Do you want to take a bath?" Remus asked. "I'll go run you a bath, alright?"

She didn't respond, but was taking deep breaths, clearly trying to pull herself together. He stood, heading for the bathroom just as Sirius came up the stairs. He held a vial out to Remus.

"Calming Draught." He said. "She might need it."

Remus nodded. "I'm going to run her a bath. She didn't want to say anything, so I won't push it, just as you suggested. Can you go give that to her?"

Sirius nodded, walking towards the bedroom as Remus headed into the bathroom.

She had scrubbed every inch of her skin raw. Some parts of her body were red from the scrubbing, scratch marks from her own nails, but she couldn't handle it. She felt filthy, disgusting. Remus had told her she didn't have to face the Order until she wanted to- there was a meeting the next day, but she didn't have to attend.

Did he suspect, then? The way he looked at her, she suspected he did. He obviously saw the bruises, he had probably been the one to change her into the clothes she had been wearing when she woke up.

The Calming Draught Sirius had given her had only been forcing her to remain physically calm, it didn't seem to be easing her mind at all. Her thoughts wouldn't stop, she kept remembering, kept feeling Rodolphus' hands on her. Her own screams from the rounds of the Cruciatus seemed to echo in her ears.

What kind of sick torture was that? To do such a thing, just to gain information?

She took a deep breath. She couldn't let them have the satisfaction. She was going to that Order meeting, and she was going to continue to fight this war.

She rose from the water, momentarily feeling dizzy- probably because she couldn't remember the last time she ate- and stood for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror. The wound on her stomach looked like it could be a few days old- she assumed they used Dittany, then- and the bruises made her feel a strange mix of sickened and enraged. She grabbed the clothes Remus had handed her before she went into the bathroom, dressing as fast as she could despite the soreness that seemed to be setting in. She didn't have her wand, so she dried her hair as much as she could with a towel, draining the tub and heading down the stairs. She couldn't rid herself of the feelings she had, the disgust with herself or the instinctual jumpiness she seemed to be experiencing when Remus or Sirius walked too close, but she refused to let it consume her.

Remus and Sirius were talking in hushed whispers on the couch, falling completely silent when she appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Are you hungry?" Remus asked, standing and walking towards her.

She felt another surge of hatred for herself when she instinctively took a step back and Remus paused, but he didn't look upset. He reached into his pocket, and then held out his hand, her wedding ring in his palm. She took it, slipping it onto her finger.

"I'll make you something to eat." Remus said, and as he walked passed her, she grabbed his arm. He paused, turning to her.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too, Dora." He said, and then he headed into the kitchen. Sirius held up her wand, gesturing her over to him.

She walked over, sitting on the couch. He held out her wand, which she took gratefully.

"As much as we'd love to break Wormtail's wand, it's actually good you had it." Sirius said. "Arthur needs a new wand, we'll take it tomorrow and see if he can use it. Do you remember how you escaped?"

She nodded. "He forgot to redo the enchantments on the room, I overpowered him and took his wand and fled-"

"Did you heal yourself?"

She looked at him. "Did I what?"

"Your stomach was partially healed when we brought you here." Sirius said. "How did you get two miles away from the house?"

She frowned. "I Apparated." She said slowly. "But I don't remembering healing myself."

Sirius frowned. "Did you get help from someone?"

"I don't think so?"

"We found you because a patronus led us to you." Sirius said. "A doe."

"A doe?" Tonks asked.

"You don't remember anyone else being there?" Sirius asked, and she shook her head. "Do you remember what happened while you were there?"

"I remember the meeting." Tonks said, and then she remembered that the Death Eaters knew they were moving this Saturday. "I need to talk to the Order tomorrow."