What happens when opposites attract?
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Apparition was one of the least subtle ways of transportation. A loud crack sounds whenever a witch or wizard uses this mode of travel. Luckily enough, the violent noise was unheard by the muggle ear. Tonks, being raised by a muggle-born wizard (Edward Tonks) and a pure-blooded witch (Andromeda Tonks, previously Black) had enabled her to see both sides of living; whether that be in the muggle or wizarding world. If you were to ask her which she preferred, you'd be naive to think she could possibly choose. While everyday tasks were much easier with the use of magic, the simplicity of a muggle's life fascinated her.
As a result of this, Dora had chosen to live in a muggle building that was known as a 'block of flats'. Everyone seemed so normal- that was until her neighbour three doors down produced a large bang and upon investigation by means of worry from the witch gave Tonks a knowing wink. This had told her that maybe she wasn't the only wizarding folk who lived in the area. But apart from Ms Fink, everyone else in the building was muggle until proven. . . wizard?
Most nights were peaceful. Most.
This night had proven to defy the usual. The young auror sat bolt upright as the sound of a crack resonated throughout the messy flat. Her nostrils flared as they picked up the scent of something burning. But surely the alarm thing would go off? Apparently not. Wary and cautious, she sprung out of bed and slowly approached her bedroom door. One foot carefully placed in front of the other; the door handle became bigger and bigger. Quivering with the thought of what was out there, her clammy hand grasped the cold, steel handle before opening the sturdy, wooden door.
Taking what felt like a leap of faith, and having her wand at the ready, Tonks emerged from her bedroom rapidly, stumbling clumsily into the middle of the open-plan living room / kitchen area. Seeing nothing but a bird next to the windowsill and marks on the window signalling that the pigeon had hit it, her fears were alleviated. That was until she spied a pot crowded with fire.
"Lovely place you have here, sweetheart." commented the intruder. Waiting for them to emerge from the shadows, Dora's breath hitched. In front of her was none other than Bellatrix LeStrange; her estranged aunt.
Many attacks on muggle-born witches and wizards and out-of-the-blue attacks on muggle families were the warning signs that You-Know-Who was back and making his presence known. The fear that Nym could lose her father any day now made her on edge and nervous. Now, here she was. The one woman whom Tonks thought if she saw once would be one time too many for her liking.
Trembling. Numbness.
The witch was dumb-struck and stuck in place. Why couldn't she move her feet and why did her hands feel bound to her sides? Knuckles white and clutching onto her wand, her dark orbs watched her psychotic aunt strut around the space. What was she looking for?
"How's Andy and the mudblood you call a father." she grimaced when calling him such a disgusting and derogatory name. "It's been a while since I've seen her. All I need from you is the address for our little, let's say. . . family reunion." a wicked and crooked smile had taken over Bellatrix's face, making Dora insanely nervous.
