Tonks sat at her sofa in the dark, fully aware that this was no time for her to be leaving her post but she couldn't help herself. Everything was happening so fast- The attack on the Potters, Lily being taken. Lily, Lily. Her mentor and hero. The Lily Potter, untouchable, almost all powerful. Taken, just like that. Tonks had been there when they first got word. She'd seen the house. Seen what was left of it. Terror had consumed her when she'd first seen the crumbling remains as her mind had flashed to images of Lily and her husband, or at least what the fire had left of them, alone and forgotten inside what had once been their home. The home they'd raised their son in. But there were no bodies found, only a gaping emptiness and an absolute silence that seemed to be more powerful than all the Aurors running around the scene. Tonks had to get away. She needed to get away. She was weak, and powerless, and nothing she could do could undo what had happened and that thought terrified her. She needed to see him. She didn't know why but then, more than ever, she needed him.
Even if he was one of them.
Tonks leaned forward on her sofa, visibly trembling and still too shocked to care. Had he been there? Had he been one of the ones to burn the hollow down? One of the ones to take Lily? There was, she realised, a very good chance he was. And that realisation hurt, it made something deep in her chest hurt. And still she didn't know who else to go to, still her first instinct was to go to him. She should still be on the field, in the office, but he said he needed to see her and she desperately needed to see him. Only then did it occur to her why he might want to see her so soon after the events at Godric's Hollow. Tonks leaned forward, hiding her face in her hands as that unnameable pain only got worse.
Her head snapped up when she heard him arrive and whatever thoughts of betrayal and violence had tormented her just seconds ago were forgotten as she got up and ran to him, fell to him, held him by the arms and looked to him, "Please, please, I'm begging you, tell me you didn't have anything to do with---" It was then, in the middle of her maddened frenzy that his words caught up with her. The terror on his face. Tonks went white, her voice little more than a whisper, "...What?"