A/N: TPOV
Tonks stood leaning on a post at the beginning of the path that led to the Shrieking Shack. Her position had two roles. The first of which was to monitor the coming and goings of Hogsmeade, looking for suspicious activity. The second was to act as a visible deterrent to any Hogwarts student feeling adventurous. Somehow, saying something was off-limits only made people all the more likely to investigate. Even so, the only action that had taken place so far was her having to scold Harry for yelling at the top of his lungs outside the Three Broomsticks after coming in contact with Mundungus.
Apparently Mundungus was up to his old tricks and nicking things from Grimmauld place. She couldn't say she was surprised or that she didn't understand why Harry was upset. However, the last thing any of those guarding Hogsmeade needed right now was Harry yelling. At the least, it drew the guards' attention from other places it might be needed. At the most? It drew the enemy's attention to him. She finally managed to convince him to get out of the cold and into the inn with his friends, before returning to her post.
She had drawn the short stick when all those on patrol had chosen their positions. She nodded at MacKenzie as he headed for his watch inside the Hogs Head.Where it's warm. Tonks shivered against the autumn chill. She had cast two warming charms already and the persistent wet chill continued to seep through. The first snow of the year had already fallen and left a white silent blanket over the surrounding land. It was that quiet that made the piercing scream, heard a few minutes later all the jarring. Everyone on patrol, including Tonks, froze trying to figure out where it was coming from, the scream seeming to echo across the terrain. As the scream continued the aurors and teachers scattered throughout Hogsmeade, quickly moved into action.
Tonks first instinct had been to run towards the scream, especially since Harry, Ron, and Hermione had passed her not moments before the scream shot through the quiet village. However, as she ran forward she saw that already two aurors were in front of her running up the path. Hogsmeade needed to be secured. If this was an attack it wasn't likely to end here. She ordered the students around her inside, making sure that each storefront, now full of terrified faces peering out, had at least one teacher or prefect to help keep the children calm and the situation under control. After ensuring that everyone was off the streets, she ran up the path to the Shrieking Shack. The passageway to Hogwarts was supposed to have been sealed, but with whatever was going on she didn't feel comfortable betting her life, let alone the lives of students on it.
Moving through the rickety shack she shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the overly crisp autumn air. As a student she had been told the shack was haunted. She now knew the supposed haunting had been Remus. Doesn't make this place look or feel any less haunted. She entered the house, peering into the darkness created by a lack of lighting and decades of dust. No sooner had she entered than she heard the subtle creek of a floorboard. Spinning to the side and pointing her wand ahead of her, she shouted "Lumos". As the tip of her wand lit up, she found herself face to face with a man with black eyes and fangs. Vampire. Fuck! The two words were all she could think before she was slammed up against the threadbare walls of the shack.
As the vampire's crushing grip pinned both her arms to the wall, the light from her wand, still clutched tightly in her hand, but otherwise uselessly pointed out to side, cast enough of a glow to show the figure of a young girl lying on the ground motionless. A feeding vampire…this day just get better and better. Tonks grumbled to herself as she tried to come up with a plan and to see if the girl was still breathing. The vampire let out an angry hiss, snapping her attention back to him as his fangs elongated even more and he leaned in. And he's not finished.Tonks thought as the first tendrils of actual panic ran through her. She knew she shouldn't fight. Struggling would encourage the vampire's predatory instincts and only make the situation worse. However, thanks to whatever else was going on, the streets were clear and the other aurors engaged. If she called for help no one would come.