A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to everyone who have given me such great reviews! I know for the majority of the story I had been writing to J.K.'s original plot. As I picked up writing again, I realized that it wasn't working for the story. Therefore, from now on I will be venturing away from canon slightly for the sake of the story. I hope everyone continues to read and enjoy my changes to the plot. Thank you again to my loyal readers and reviewers!

The setting sun shone through the single window, casting a pinkish shadow of the bars across the floor; just a few more hours now. Remus sat in a corner against the windowed wall, keeping away from the small patch of light. He rested his arm across his bent knees, resting his head in his other hand. The moisture from his forehead ran in small beads down his nose and along the sides of his face. A feverish ache radiated through his entire body. For several hours now, Remus had been muttering nonsense to himself, every so often cursing Dementors for existing. One person, one woman, remained in the periphery of his convoluted thoughts as his eternal curse slowly took over.

Then, suddenly, like the guardian angel, there she was; just beyond the door to his cell stood that very woman. Her hair stood out as brilliantly as the sunset on his floor. He blinked back the sweat from his eyes, blurring his vision. When he opened them, she was in his cell, kneeling down in front of him.

"I'm going to get you out." Her whisper bounced between the walls, hitting his ears several times, causing his eyes to slip closed just slightly.

"Can't….hurt…you…" he muttered, though the words were lost in his dry mouth. Tonks edged closer to him.

"I'm going to get you out." She whispered again. Remus tried to shake his head, but only managed a few centimeters to one side.

"Moon…" was all he managed to get out.

"I'm going to get you out." Tonks repeated for a third time. Only, this time her words were drawn out, blurred together and almost indecipherable from one another. She was only inches from his bent knees, reaching a steady, glowing hand toward him when Remus' worst nightmares came true. Her perfect, milky white arm split open from elbow to fingers, exposing the deep red, glistening flesh beneath her skin. Just as her blood began to spill over her robes, Remus shut his eyes against the sight. He was shaking now. When he opened them, she was gone. His eyes wandered to the floor where he knew should have been a puddle of red liquid, but that was gone too. He closed his eyes tight, telling himself that it wasn't real, just a hallucination.

"I'm going to get you out." said the angelic whisper again. Remus' eyes shot open, staring straight ahead of him. "I'm going to get you out." She whispered to him again. Remus turned his stiff and aching neck slowly to the right, where she crouched beside him.

"Tonks…leave…" he croaked out. Tonks' lips turned up in a soft smile. Her heart shaped face glowed a wonderful orange that filled her eyes with life. Remus moved a heavy hand toward her, wanting to feel her warmth against his icy skin. He stared into her eyes until a dark stream caught his attention, running slowly down her face.

"Come with me." She whispered, the stream of blood breaking as her lips parted. The single stream was soon joined by several others. Remus opened his mouth to let out a scream, but his dry and aching throat only allowed a hoarse moan. He turned his head away from it, trying feebly to convince himself that it wasn't real. When he turned back, she was gone.

The sun had almost set completely. Remus could already feel his insides ready to change. She'd be coming back, he knew. She'd be there when he changed. What if he hurt her? What if he couldn't save her? Stop himself? He shook his throbbing head slowly, resting his forehead against his knees. His insides churned and knotted and he could feel his spine begin to lengthen and curve. This was it; soon he would no longer be himself. If Tonks returned, surely he would kill her. A terrible pain in his legs made him lunge forward on his hands and knees, a small puddle of moisture beneath his head rippling in time with his heavy breath.

"I'm going to get you out." Repeated the most beautiful yet loathsome sound. She must leave! Remus tried to tell her, but the virus had gripped his lungs and was holding them tight.

"Don't be afraid." She whispered. He looked up at her, wanting to obey, wanting to leave with her. But he knew. Remus knew there was no escape, not from this. This was his eternity. A fearsome and agonizing growl erupted from his chest. From somewhere far off, Remus could hear screams and cackling from the other tormented prisoners of Azkaban. Would he kill them too?

"Remus." Tonks whispered. He looked at her once again. She was holding out her hand for him to take. Remus pulled his arm back, revolted and frightened by the shrunken nubs that used to be his fingers, but were now the beginnings of a paw. Get out! He wanted to shout, but his lungs would allow no more than another fierce growl.

As he stared at her, again and again attempting to tell her to leave, endless gouges seemed to wrap her body from head to foot. She stood, her arm outstretched, her mouth split open wide, and one eye forced shut by a horrific gash. She crumpled to the ground before him, lying in the shadow caused by the rising moon. Remus leapt for her, the last bit of his human mind wanting to help her, the beginnings of the wolf tantalized by the scent of her freshly spilt blood. As he reached her pool of moonlight, Remus was gone and so was Tonks. The screams and cackling laughter of the other inmates of Azkaban could be heard through out the prison mingled with a mournful howl.