I have hit a wall with all of my stories- except for A New Family

SO, I got the idea to combine my stories "Raising The Rainbow" and "A Ready Made Spy". Some parts will be identical to the other stories, but with changes)

A formal warning: This story will contain abuse, non-con/rape, death, dark themes, it will not contain graphic descriptions of such.

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."

*****And since I don't own HP, I don't own the parts of DH Chapter 1 you will see in this chapter*****

Again, I'm utilising my headcanon that Andromeda and Ted were part of the first Order. I'm having issues with including the memories, oops. My idea was to have her think of the memories as she's captive, but they just don't all seem to fit. I may try to include them later, I'm just changing this whole story, tbh

Tonks had no concept of time, but could guess she had been left overnight and most of the next day before they returned again. Another round of the Cruciatus, and she still refused to speak. They could kill her, she refused to betray the Order.

She found some strength to fight off Rodolphus' advances when Bellatrix stepped back, but Bellatrix rushed forward, digging her knife into Tonks' stomach, demanding answers as she allowed her husband to continue his assault on Tonks' bleeding body. She cried in pain, sobbing as Rodolphus continued on, but still refused to provide any information.

This time, when Rodolphus pulled away, it wasn't over. They weren't finished yet, and every time she refused to speak, it was another hit, another kick to the ribs, another round of the Cruciatus.

"Bella, Rodolphus, the Dark Lord is waiting for you." She heard Severus Snape's drawl as the door opened. "He requires an update on your... attempts at gathering information from Nymphadora."

She lost consciousness as they were leaving, Rodolphus pausing to throw her outer robe over her naked and beaten form, calling her a werewolf's whore as he left.

She didn't know how long she was unconscious for, but she woke up alone, dragging herself over to her discarded clothes. She sobbed as she tried to pull them on, every breath hurting and every movement was excruciating.

She felt like she was going throw up by the time she managed to pull the outer robe back on. She tried to stand, falling to her knees with a cry of pain. She collapsed onto her side, clutching her stomach, and could feel the warm blood seeping onto her hand.

She was going to bleed to death, she knew it. But at least she hadn't broken and given any information. She let her eyes close, tears leaking from her eyes. If she could fall asleep, perhaps die before they returned...

As the thought appeared, she realised she didn't want to die. The idea seemed so terrifying, death so final.

She had people waiting for her. She had information to give. She refused to die.

She hadn't done enough with her life. Merlin, she had just gotten married. And after every fight, every fight that Kingsley and Alastor went through to win the right to raise her from the Malfoys after two years of arguments, she couldn't just give up.

They would have to forcefully kill her, she wasn't giving up.

The door opened, and she waited, almost hoping that whatever they had planned now would be quick. Perhaps they planned to kill her now.

Instead of pain, instead of a flash of green, she felt a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder.

She frowned when she saw Severus Snape leaning over her.

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?

"What are you doing?" She asked.

He didn't answer. Instead, Snape pocketed his wand, leaning down further and lifting her. She was too weak to push him away, and let her head fall into his shoulder as he walked, pain shooting through her body as he moved. Strangely, the potions professor didn't smell of various potion ingredients as she expected, instead he smelled of candle wax and old books. Although, now she wondered why one would notice this. Did one notice so many tiny details before their death?

"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, his black eyes focused on her. "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. You knew, didn't you?"

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. They reappeared and the world seemed to spin momentarily and she felt extremely weak and shaky.

"Sit." Snape said, helping her to sit on the ground and kneeling in front of her.

"Why...?" She asked, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"You're still injured."

"I mean, why are you helping me?"

"Why are you still asking?"

"Well, you won't answer."

"You escaped alone, because you were able to overpower Wormtail. You stole his wand, Apparated as far as you were able to." Snape said, aiming his wand at her. She instinctively tightened her grip on Wormtail's wand, and apparently he noticed. "You'll remember everything up until I came to get you. I can't modify all of your memories, there will be too many questions, and any missing details might cause more questions. Tell the Order what you must, tell them what you've learned."

"Severus, why?"

Snape looked at her. "I'm sorry I can't alter the memories of what Rodolphus has done, Nymphadora, but if anyone suspects you have missing memories, they might try to retrieve them."

She went to speak, but felt her mind going fuzzy a moment later.

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.

Remus hadn't slept after he returned from another search around the perimeter of the Manor a few hours before. He needed a sign, any sign, but he found nothing. Sirius came downstairs around three, but Remus suspected he hadn't slept either. He sat on the other side of the couch, silent for a few minutes. Remus was glad Kingsley was at some event with the Muggle Prime Minister, and Alastor was at the Burrow again, because he didn't exactly feel comfortable being alone with his two father-in-laws because his wife was missing.

"I'm going back over there, to the Manor." Remus said. "I just feel like I should try again."

"When?" Sirius asked.

"Now." Remus said, standing. "Maybe I can-"

"Maybe you can what?" Sirius asked. "We've been there, we've found nothing. Mate, I hate to say it-"

"Then don't." Remus said harshly."You can come with me if you want, but let's drop the 'this is hopeless' talk."

"I'm not saying it to be a git, Moony." Sirius said, but he stood anyway. "I'll come with you, because I'd be barmy if I let you go off alone. I'm just saying, if Kingsley and Alastor are thinking it's too late and that she's gone... maybe you should as well."

"I'd rather not think that."

"Mate, you might have to." Sirius said. "But, anyway, I'll come with you."

Remus looked at him, and then nodded. They left the house together, Apparating into the lane, beginning their walk around the outside of the enchantments, knowing they couldn't pass the enchantments, but perhaps they could see or hear something.

Sirius grabbed Remus' arm suddenly, pointing into the distance. It took Remus a moment to see it, but there was a faint silver glimmer a small distance down the lane. It seemed to materialize very briefly into a four legged animal, and they looked each other.

Four legs, could it be a wolf? Could it be Tonks' wolf?

They walked quickly, but the shapeless patronus kept moving, kept itself out of reach of them. It led them away from the lane, away from a few houses, towards a large field, where it materialized into a doe.

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 the 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 still unconscious.

Sirius 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, but it looks partially healed..." 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. Contact Alastor, maybe he can get Kingsley."

"I'll make some tea as well, 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 little objection 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 knew he couldn't.

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, because Hermione had now taken her place.

"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 Alastor." Sirius said. "Arthur can talk to Molly and anyone still at the Burrow, and Kingsley will get it when he's alone. Knowing Alastor-"

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 raised and trained to be an Auror-"

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

"I am sorry, Remus, for sending her." Alastor 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?" Alastor 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-"

"Wormtail isn't a very tough opponent, she probably just had to demand his wand." Sirius said. "Bloody coward would have handed it over."

"Maybe she lost her strength Apparating." Alastor 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." Alastor 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." Alastor 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.

"There will be a meeting tomorrow, at noon. At the Burrow, we're going to finalise the plans for Saturday."