Command her to take you to where she lives.
From Create Your Own Story
Harry stood face to face with the now Imperiused metamorph. "Take me to where to live. Quickly." Harry commanded. Tonks' body responds to the command by grabbing Harry by the hand and leading him outside, leaving the carnage of Number 4 Privet Drive behind. Harry, walking quickly behind her, is dragged into the night.
Soon, without warning, Tonks stopped suddenly, and turned around and embraced Harry. Before he even realized that he's been hugged by the Auror, she Side-Along Apparated him, a loud CRACK! ringing throughout the neighborhood as the left.
Harry blinked a few times, trying to gather his bearings. Tonks let him go, and resumed blankly staring at him. If Harry were honest with himself, the look on her face was really cute, but a little creepy.
"Oh knock it off. You're freaking me out. It's just a damn spell." With that command, a spark of life came back to Tonks' eyes.
"Harry! What in the hell happened back there! I mean I thought I heard the Killing Curse! And how did we get to my flat?!" Tonks asked rapidly. "My god! You Imperiused me! What the fuck Harry?!"
"Sit down!" Harry commanded. A look of fear came over her as her body did what she was commanded. "You see Tonks, tonight something happened. Something wonderful," he said staring directly into her eyes. He could see she had no idea what he was talking about, but she was frozen in fear.
"Do you know what Dumbledore wants from me? Hmm? He thinks that I'm going to be the one who saves this pathetic community from Voldemort. Well in a way he's right. Voldemort is on my shit list. But not because it's for Dumbledore's so called greater good. It's because he's fucked me over. And people who've fucked me are in for a rude awakening. Let me ask you something, Nymphadora, have you fucked me?"
Tonks was the most scared she'd been in her life. She wasn't real sure who she was more scared of, Voldemort, or Harry right now. "N...n... no Harry. I wouldn't f... fuck... fuck you over....."
Harry smirked evily. "How do I know you haven't already fucked me over Nymphadora? How do I know you won't fuck me over later?"
"I swear Harry! I swear to Merlin!" Tonks pleaded. She could feel the power radiating off him, and it made her body shake with fear.
Harry stalked over to her, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look him in the eyes. "How do I know? There are three wizards in the world you need to be afraid of. Voldemort. Dumbledore. And ME."
Tonks was now trembling. "H... how can I prove it?"
"Tell me Nymph, may I call you that, Nymph?" he asked. Before she could open her mouth to answer, he spoke. "Good, because I like it. So Nymph, I want to know who you think the key to this war is, me or Dumbledore?"
Tonks looked up at Harry, unsure of what to say. "I... I don't know. I just want He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named gone. That's why I joined the Order. I wanted to help. Dumbledore's the most powerful wizard there is and then I got assigned to watch over you and..."
"So then you admit to being my prison guard at least," Harry yelled, making Tonks jump. He pointed his wand between Tonks' eyes. "Did you like keeping me in prison? Did you enjoy helping make my life a living hell?!?"
Tonks' lips began to quiver. "NO!" she half yelled, half cried. "Dumbledore said..."
"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT DUMBLEDORE SAID! You agreed to help keep me in that hell hole! Do you know what my life was like?!? DO YOU? My Hogwarts letter was addressed 'Cupboard under the stairs'! The cupboard was my fucking bedroom!"
Tonks, still scared to move, was shocked at what Harry had said. She started to say something, but Harry cut her off. "I don't want your pity. Dumbledore left me there. He's the reason. Your so-called leader left an orphan with magic-hating muggles! So I'll ask you, ONE. MORE. TIME. Are you with me Nymph, or against me?" he said, the wand-tip now glowing a sickly green, still leveled at her head.
"I... I'm with you."
"Good. Time to prove it," Harry said, caressing her heart-shaped face, evil and carnal thoughts racing through his head.
