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Chapter 2

Tonks sat at the pub table, she brushed her new long hair back out of her eyes so she could watch the bar intently. She was in a grotty looking pub that was actually a favourite haunting ground of the dark powers of the wizarding world. Although the Aurors were well aware of it, only those who could disguise themselves to look like a completely different person, say Tonks for example, were permitted to use it to gather information. If they were recognised in any way then their lives would of course be at great risk, but Tonks had been there many times before, each time was as a different person and she hadn't been recognised yet.

Today she had chosen the appearance of a witch, obviously versed in the Dark Arts. Her short mousy hair was now black and waist length, her eyes were a deep lavender colour which were rested on the bar, watching and waiting for a werewolf or at the very least someone who was close to them. She had dressed herself in a long, black dress and had even toyed with the idea of placing what could look like a Dark Mark on her arm, but had eventually decided against it. There were other ways of pretending to be a dark witch without tattooing the most feared image in the world onto her arm.

The barman was watching her suspiciously and she realised that the drink that she was supposed to be drinking remained untouched as she sat there so she downed it and went up to buy another one. "Waiting for something, hun?" the barman asked, refilling her glass for her. She glared at the barman, silencing him with a glance, making it clear that her business was not his business. The barman shrugged it off, he was used to such treatment and gave her the glass which she took without a word and leaving the sickles as payment on the bar she returned to her table.

It took another three hours, the sun had set outside and dusk had set in before the very person she hadn't dared to hope showed up. Sabre, in his human form strode up to the bar, a drink had already been placed there and he picked it up without hesitation.

Tonks smiled to herself, Sabre was alone and from the looks of things he was looking forward to a long night of drinking. Rising up she took one last drink from her glass and proceeded to the bar, standing extremely close to the werewolf, flashing him a smile and laughing inwardly as he took it just the way she wanted him to and bought her a drink.

Tonks brushed herself down and left the drunken body of Sabre in the alley way into which she had led him, fully aware that he was on the verge of passing out. She smirked as she watched the drunk sleep, she let her hair return to it's now usual state of mousy brown. Her face returned to normal and she was sure she shrunk a slight bit for effect. She caught sight of herself in a car mirror and when she was satisfied that she was Nymphradora Tonks once more, she swept off down the street, giving the werewolf a kick for good measure.

She couldn't help but smile as she walked, quickly down the deserted night time streets. That idiot werewolf had told her everything she had wanted to know and she hadn't even had to ply him with that much alcohol before he had started boasting about how he had made sure the traitor Remus Lupin was in his 'care' and was going to be made to suffer as Greyback had no doubt suffered. In fact, when he was telling his new girl about everything Lupin had already endured, she had to stop herself from cursing him and it took every ounce of self restraint she had. Now, she knew where Lupin was being held and what state he was in, she just had to get there.

Tonks considered how she would get there for a long while, she could use muggle transport to make herself look inconspicuous, she could fly there but in the end she decided to apparate but around the corner so she could walk into the werewolf underground without being suspicious. Even so, once she was there she would have to take some time to mingle amongst the other werewolves as one of them before she would be able to look around of her own free will without being disturbed.

Lupin writhed on the floor in the corner of the cell, coughing up more blood after another bout of torture. This lot was dished out by one of the lesser werewolves and yet it had still done considerable damage. The floor was covered in his blood, he was starting to feel light headed from the blood loss and his stomach had never been in so much agony. He was screaming and he knew it, but this time he had no control over suppressing the sound and by now he was in too much pain to care about whether he gave the werewolves the satisfaction of knowing he was in pain or not. He was in agony and didn't care who knew it.

The door to the cell opened and someone came in though Lupin didn't care, he didn't even look up to see who it was. He was forced to look up though when he felt a strong pair of arms hoist him up and push him against the wall. It was the werewolf who had tortured him when he had first arrived. He was obviously annoyed with the fact that someone else had cut into his torture time and was going to make up for it. He raised his fist back to strike but the strike never came, "Immobilus!" a voice rasped from the door and the werewolf fell down, unconscious, Lupin fell down with him.

The door to the cell closed and another person slipped inside, hurrying to Lupin's side. "Remus," a voice whispered and Remus found himself rolled over to look up into the face of the person who had just rescued him. It was a female werewolf, she had the same ragged look that any werewolf had when they were close to change and her hair was messed all over her head as if she had never brushed it before in her life.

Lupin blinked, trying to figure out who she was but instead he just coughed and sprayed her with flecks of blood. She sighed and looked away, looking back he could see her for who she was now, her face had changed and her hair was a familiar mousy brown. "You," he gasped, trying to keep himself from coughing again.

"I have to get you out of here," Tonks muttered, trying to lift Lupin up, but he struggled against her, shaking his head. "Remus, come on!" she snapped, sternly, still trying to move him.

"No!" he shouted, firmly in such a way that stopped her dead. He was staring at the ceiling of the cell, where through a crack they could see outside, where the sun was beginning to set.

"Oh no," she groaned, realising what this meant. The sun would set and tonight of all nights was a full moon, typically enough. "I have to get you out of here, now!" she cried, shaking her head and returning to the werewolf form she had been using to disguise herself. She hoped that if she pretended to be taking Lupin to another torture session she might be able to get him out of there…how very wrong she was.

She had barely managed to get him out of the cell when those around her started changing. The windows in the underground had been positioned to allow as much moonlight in as possible. The people around them were changing into werewolves at different rates of change. Some were already fully changed, others hadn't even begun to yet.

"Come on," she whispered, trying to get Lupin to keep moving with her. But, he had gone rigid. His body was stiff but shaking slightly. Tonks was suddenly very fearful of their surroundings and pulled out her wand without thinking. This of course alerted the werewolves around her to the fact that she was not supposed to be here.

"Run," Lupin rasped from under her arm, but she raised her wand, refusing to let Lupin go. She kept him firmly in her grasp, determined to fight off whoever dared challenge her. Of course she hit a snag when Lupin began to change under her arm as those around her rounded on them.

Lupin wrenched from her grip as he fell to the floor, his cries sounding more and more animal like as he became a werewolf under the curse of the moonlight. Soon Tonks was completely surrounded by werewolves, Lupin as one of them. "No," she whispered to herself, "No, no no no," she broke off as the werewolf Lupin howled and leapt at her. She raised her wand to defend herself but it was knocked out of her grasp and she was knocked out of the way as he jumped forward.

TBC