Author's Note: So I have managed to write this in about an hour, which has surprised me because an hour ago I posted in the match maker thread saying that I couldn't participate in this round because I had no inspiration for any of the cards. Obviously I was wrong! Aha.

Disclaimer: I have taken a little artistic licence with Rosier but otherwise I do not own any of the characters etc.

Temptation

It was no secret that Nymphadora Tonks had what some might call a rebellious streak, and a bit of a thing for older men, but what was certainly not common knowledge was the fact that these little guilty pleasures had once nearly landed her on the other side of the war.

As a Hufflepuff the last thing you would expect of her was siding with a Slytherin, it completely went against everything that the typical Hufflepuff embodied, but that was the whole point. It drove Tonks mad that she was expected to be a doormat for everyone to walk on just because the sorting hat had seen something good in her.

So in her sixth year at the prestigious wizarding school Tonks began to dress wildly, her hair was never the same colour two days in a row and never anything that might be considered normal. She even went so far as to give herself some piercings, with the help of a little magic of course. She started sneaking out of the castle, with and without friends, and partook in many nights of underage drinking. Simply because she would, they always got served in the slightly shadier Hogs Head Inn situated in a back street of Hogsmeade.

But it was there that all the trouble started.

It was one of those rare nights where Tonks was sat at the bar, all by herself, slowly nursing a small glass of firewhiskey. Aberforth was behind the rickety old bar, as per usual, wiping down glasses that had never been properly clean for years, but no one ever seemed to care. Then he came in.

Tonks didn't realise until he sat down next to her but when that voice, like velvet over steel, ordered a firewhiskey of his own Tonks felt a tug in her abdomen and immediately she was drawn to him.

He was one stool over, and quite obviously large, dwarfing the small, awkward bar stool. From what she could see of his profile he had a strong jaw and a good straight nose; his hair was dark, thick, and in complete disarray. That didn't quite seal the deal however, there were plenty of boys like that wandering around Hogwarts. What really sold Tonks was his eyes. He didn't turn to her straight away, giving her ample time to study him in detail, but when he did Tonks audibly gasped, they were such an icy colour that she could feel them pierce her right in the eyes.

The man smirked when she gasped and Tonks, completely mortified, could feel herself flushing scarlet. Not only blushing in her cheeks but she could feel her hair and eyebrows turn scarlet as well.

"A metamorphoses eh?" he murmured still smirking at her but now with one eyebrow quirked in curiosity. It only served to make him more mysteriously and devastatingly handsome. She could only manage to nod wordlessly, trying to break eye contact but finding she could not.

That was the night she met Evan Rosier, former death eater of Lord Voldemort.

By the time she learnt about his past, about the things he had done and the views about society that he had it was too late. She was ensnared so deep in his web, she thought herself so completely and utterly in love, that she didn't care that he had killed innocent people, and would do so again.

He whispered his dark thoughts to her and fed her a mixture of love and lies until she was like a puppet on a string, so willing to do anything that he might have asked of her, on the verge of swearing to become a death eater and avenge the dark lord for the wrong done to him by Harry Potter.

The extent of her self-destructive path reached its pinnacle and its breaking point one night when she was walking the corridors of Hogwarts. It was well after hours and she was returning from a nightly visit to Evan and she all but skipped through the corridors high on love and alcohol when she came across some third years and a little muggle born first year.

They had the young boy cornered, his wand was one the floor behind the older boys and he was defenceless as they taunted him.

Tonks approached the group unnoticed and drew her own wand but for a second she wasn't sure what she was going to do. As she drew near enough to hear what they were saying she realised that it wasn't the fact that they were torturing the poor boy but that they were doing it wrong.

Tonks stopped short and suddenly a sickening realisation dawned on her. Her raised wand begain to tremble in her hand and dropped, startling the older boys who scurried away at the sight of a figure with more authority than them.

Tonks started sightlessly through the little first year sick to her stomach that she had been about to teach those third year boys the correct way to torture a muggle born student.

It was the last time she ever saw Evan Rosier.

So a little sloppy but really I managed to the words out and I am proud that I haven't yet missed a round! I might not win but I will deffo get a participation award!

Much Love, MaryandMerlin x