"Didn't figure you would, but gotta throw it out there right?" Wouldn't be very Tonks-like if she hadn't. A quirky smile tipped up half of her mouth, wry in nature. "I can't say I get it, Harry. 'Cause I sure as hell don't. But so long as you're safe and stuff--" She trailed off, shrugging as well.
She stepped closer, one arm wrapping around him as she stuffed the timeturner back in her pocket. When she did that though, unknown to either of them, the little hourglass spun forward. Other arm came around to wrap him in a tight hug. And--
"Sorry, Harry." Said quietly, before there was that distinct *Pop* sound of a Disapparation. Which he should have been expecting. What Tonks was sorry for, and what he wasn't expecting, was that he was coming along for the ride. Harry wasn't doing good! He needed help! How could she not try?
He was going to be mad, she knew. He was probably going to try to Apparate away from her. But impetuous Tonks had to try. So they were now on the Muggle side of London, in a little alley that she knew about. Right? Eyes opened from their tight squeeze and she looked around.
Tonks could not have been more wrong about alleyways and London. They were in someplace she hadn't seen before, on a street that she didn't know. "..Shit."