Chapter 50

When Nymphadora Tonks, daughter of Andromeda Tonks nee Black, had joined Hogwarts in 1984, she was a bright bubbly girl with dreams of becoming the best potioneer to ever pass through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. She spent a lot of her nights from her first through fifth years reading through the books, memorizing formulas, going through reactions and writing down notes. Many of her days were spent trying to impress Professor Severus Snape with her encyclopedic knowledge of potions, trying to persuade him in to giving her an apprenticeship and set her on her path to her very own Potions Mastery.

It seemed hopeless at first, but it had finally paid off. At the end of her seventh year, Professor Snape had called her to his office mere hours before she was supposed to leave for the Hogwarts express and told her that he would be offering her an apprenticeship. That meeting had ended in Professor Snape almost physically throwing her out of his office after she had whooped in a voice loud enough to wake the entire castle and in her excitement, hugged the professor.

The dour man had not taken kindly to that.

Nymphadora had then proceeded to brag about her upcoming apprenticeship all the way to King's Cross to her friends and all the way back home to her parents.

Unfortunately, things weren't going to be so good for her the rest of the summer.

Despite her mother's insistence that she take her wand with her while going out to the city to buy groceries one day, she had refused. "I can't use it anyway Mum! Ministry owls will be there in a jiffy and the Aurors will be on my case for breaking the statute and I'll be expelled! I can't be expelled after Snape finally agreed to apprentice me!" she'd exclaimed.

That had proven to be her first mistake.

While coming back home from the store, she passed through the local park, where she caught sight of a little boy of no more than five years of age staring at her. With a cheeky grin, she checked around to see that no one was looking their way, bent down and used her Metamorphmagus abilities to convert her nose into a pig's snout and oinked. The boy giggled and ran away, and Tonks, with a smile on her face, continued on her way back home.

That was her second mistake.

A man named Grunnings had been out and about in the park for his morning walk. As a man who ran the majority of an international crime syndicate and was also diabetic, morning exercise routines were a daily thing for him. Yet, this morning was quite different, because he'd seen something extraordinary. He had seen a girl change her appearance in inhuman ways from afar and followed her with his bodyguard, greedily fantasizing about how much money the right people would pay for a freak like her.

Tonks was unaware of her tail and walked happily all the way back to the suburbs where she ducked into an alley to take a shortcut into the street parallel to the one she was on, upon which her house was.

And that was her final mistake.

Grunnings instantly gave a signal to his bodyguard, who dashed into the alleyway and shoved a handkerchief dripping with chloroform up her nose. They then stuffed her into a bag, not too concerned about breaking bones, and carried her nonchalantly across the road to their car. Throwing her into the trunk, they drove away.

When she finally woke up, she found herself in the hands of degenerate thugs who called her a freak and tortured her physically and mentally for hours, trying to get her to change her appearance again. And after a week full of torture and being broken, again and again, she had finally given in and changed her face.

The man, Grunnings…he'd been there, celebrating with a glass of red wine. After she'd finally given in, he'd grabbed his cheeks and forced open her mouth, pouring down half a bottle of red wine down her throat, mumbling fanatically about how she was going to be making him a rich man.

She was too thirsty to care at the time.

The next day, her legs were shattered again, undoing any healing that had happened in the past week, and her mouth was taped shut. They hadn't even bothered to blindfold her as they had taken her to the abandoned building in London.

She didn't know why. Maybe they had wanted her to see her life shatter in front of her eyes.

The man that was driving the car had jerked on her hair, pulling her ear to his mouth and had told her of how they would get to play with her for one last night before shipping her off to her buyer. Then he'd injected her with some drug that made her sight extremely fuzzy and her mind sluggish.

There was very little she remembered after that.

There were sounds of gunfire and explosions…a whoosh of bright fire…a demon's voice…the feeling of being carried by someone with air rushing across her face…then passing out.

When she had woken up on August twenty-fifth, she was in St. Mungo's. Her parents told her between sobs that they'd found her half dead outside their house. The Aurors had searched the place she'd described, but they had found it entirely empty.

Healing in magical world was more advanced than the muggle world ever could be, and thus, Tonks was free to go the very next day. A healer had used a memory buffering spell to dull her memories of the capture since Tonks had refused point blank to obliviation.

She wanted to keep the memories.

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