Totally just hitting the AUs here.

Official warning: Dark themes, murder, sexual shit, swearing

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She didn't want to make eye contact with him, Harry could tell. They sat on opposites sides of the table, him staring straight at her and her avoiding his gaze. His eyes traveled along her face. She had dropped the morph she had when they arrested her, her hair now the light brown Harry remembered from his 6th year, her eyes a dark grey. The was a scar, much like Bill's, across her left cheek- which made Harry wonder if Rowle had been the only Death Eater Tonks had been in contact with.

Harry had gone to Head Auror Dawlish, asking him to supervise an interrogation- after all, Harry was still only a Junior Auror and there had to be a Senior Auror or the Head Auror supervising interrogations, but Dawlish had sent him alone. He supposed sometimes the Boy Who Lived thing did help, he wasn't sure how Tonks would have felt if two Aurors were currently staring at her.

"Are you a Death Eater?" Harry asked after a moment. This finally caught her attention and her eyes met his, and he could tell her had offended her. Good.

"Why would you ask that?" She demanded. "After everything-"

"It's a fair question, Tonks." Harry said, tapping a finger on a file. "Why were you with Rowle?"

She looked away, her face a deep red. "I- I can't tell you." She said quietly.

"And without an answer, we can only guess that you're working with them. Perhaps you had been working with them all along-"

"No!" Tonks cried. "No, how dare you, Harry!"

"But you are working with them now?" Harry asked. She was getting flustered, and that was a good thing. It was Harry's favourite tactic, the more flustered they got, the more likely they'd answer with the truth.

"No- Harry, I promise, I'm not."

"Then what were you doing with Rowle?" Harry demanded, his voice a little louder than he meant for it to be, but she flinched and Harry decided it was good. Perhaps the "Bad Auror" routine Dawlish often used really did work.

"I-" She began, and then stopped, refusing to meet his eyes.

"You can tell me, or go to Azkaban and await a trial for treason."

"Treason?"

"Yes, treason." Harry said. "The Order is the government now, Tonks. If you've betrayed the Order, you've betrayed the entire Wizarding World."

"I didn't betray anyone." She said quietly.

"Then tell me, where have you been? What were you doing with Rowle? And most importantly, why did you leave Teddy?"

"I didn't leave Teddy-" She began, and then gasped, looking at him. "Do you have him? Do you have my son, Harry?"

"Molly raised him until about a year ago." Harry explained. "I took him with me when I moved to Grimmauld, he still spends days at the Burrow with Molly and Ginny."

"Can I see him?" She asked eagerly.

Harry leaned back, crossing his arms. He should say yes, he should go right now and get Teddy for her, but it was also the middle of the night and Teddy would be asleep- plus, as much as he hated to do it, it gave him leverage to get the answers he wanted.

"No." Harry said firmly.

"You're going to keep my son from me?" She asked.

"Yes." Harry responded, folding his arms across his chest. "What were you doing with Rowle?"

"Let me see my son."

"Answer my question."

She sighed. "You'll hate me if I tell you." She said quietly.

"To be completely honest, Tonks, I doubt I could hate you more than I do at this exact moment."

She stood slowly, and Harry's hand involuntarily reached towards the wand in his pocket. Her eyes followed his hand.

"I don't have my wand, Harry." Tonks said. "But I suppose, constant vigilance, right?"

She pulled off her outer robe, revealing jeans and a tshirt underneath. Her arms were scarred as well, and Harry's eyes widened.

"Tonks, are you a werewolf?"

She shook her head, and then turned away from him. She reached back and pulled the back of her shirt up.

"Tonks, what the Bloody Hell-" Harry began and then froze. Her back was covered in scars that resembled claw marks. "What happened?"

She lowered her shirt and turned to face him. "Greyback." She said, sitting back down.

"Greyback's been dead for two years-"

"I know."

Harry studied her face, raising an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

She leaned back, crossing her arms now. "Let me see my son, Harry."

"I'll let you see him if you give us the answers we want."

She sighed deeply, dropping her hands into her lap. "Where should I start?"