Disclaimer: I do not own harry Potter.

Author's Note: I don't truly think badly of remus, but this is my try at getting into Andromeda's mindset. Please review and let me know what you think!

Hatred

By: ChoCedric

As she watches her only daughter and her son-in-law being buried, Andromeda Tonks feels a hatred more powerful than she's ever felt before. Never has she felt such disgust for a grown man in her entire life. Remus Lupin is the bane of her existence. How dare he get her beautiful daughter killed!

When she first found out about Nymphadora being with Remus, she felt a huge mixture of emotions. Part of her was thrilled, thrilled that her vivacious daughter was branching out just like she did, finding love with someone who the world is prejudiced against. But another part of her was extremely worried, because she had brought her daughter up so she could be cherished and loved, not ridiculed and spat upon. She knew Dora would be a burden on society now, associating and being in a love relationship with a werewolf.

As she watches her daughter's casket slowly being lowered into the ground, she thinks back on the first time she ever met Remus. Quiet, reserved, and shy, he showed up in 1981 with her favorite cousin Sirius. Sirius had confided to her that he was a werewolf, and Andromeda had to admire him then. After everything her family had drilled into her head about werewolves, it was hard for her to wrap her mind around them still being human every night but one of the month. She remembers how sickly he looked, but she also recalls the smile that lit up his face when he was with his friends.

But then, she thought that Sirius betrayed them all, and she remembers passing Remus on the street once after that fateful day. His graying hair, the frown lines around his face, his mournful and melancholy expression – she knew a burden of grief and guilt was sitting on his shoulders. And she didn't want her daughter to end up with someone who had been through so much, she wanted her to be with someone who had a zeal for life, who didn't look so down all the time.

She was furious the year before when Dora would always come to her house in tears, telling her how Remus kept rejecting her. And then, a year later, they got married? It didn't make any sense to her. Now she clutches their son in her arms, who will now never know the love of parents all because Dora went and got herself killed.

She remembers having a fierce fight with Dora on the night of the Battle of Hogwarts. She begged, pleaded, screamed at her not to go to this fight, not to join her husband. It seemed to Andromeda that Dora loved Remus more than she did her mother or her son, because she dropped everything to be with him. Why did her precious gem give up her life for a man who would never be happy, who over and over again hurt her, left her, rejected her? It still doesn't make any sense as she watches dirt being piled on top of the casket.

In the days that follow, whenever she thinks of Remus, she feels that same corrosive hatred boil up in her again. She will never see Dora's bright, foolish pink hair again, all because that werewolf took her away from her. She's tried so hard all these years, tried so hard not to think werewolves are monsters, but now she can't help thinking that Remus John Lupin truly was one. For he let her daughter get killed, brutally maimed. And for that, she will never forgive him.