Summary: Do you believe in Fate? Or Destiny? Or Karma? Or… whatever it is that you hip youngsters call it these days? Smile, I know you want to. Tonks reads a letter Sirius wrote her. TonksxRemus

A/N: I loved writing this story, and at the same time it depressed me severely. I felt the need to. One idea progressed to another and this managed to result. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did then Sirius, Tonks and Remus wouldn't be dead… Neither would Dobby, Dumbledore Mad-Eye or Fred… You get my point.

Fate

I blinked down at the letter in my hands. The heading alone gave away the author.

Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora Tonks

"Sirius," I gave a watery chuckle. I missed my cousin like hell. I opened the letter.

Hello, Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora Tonks! It is I, your fabulous cousin! If you are getting this, it is because I- the brave, the daring, the amazing (don't you dare call me stupid) Sirius Black- have managed to get myself killed. Ah… don't mourn me my dear, I have only the hope that I went out with a BANG!! If I didn't… eh, I probably went crazy. Don't be sad, everyone knew that it was coming eventually. It was destined to happen, even if only because I hung out with the crazy ones. Remus- my dear friend Moony- always told me that it was coming. I think he's turning into another Trelawny. Apparently he felt that my sanity was questionable when he first met me.

…Come to think of it… he might've been right.

Moony, however, is the topic of which I want to talk to you about.

First though, dear cousin Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora, I need to ask you a question. Do you believe in Fate? Or Destiny? Or Karma? Or… whatever you hip youngsters are calling it these days? Come on, smile, I know you want to.

I want to know if you believe in it, because every day I find myself believing in it more and more. And you are partially to blame. You and Moony-Me-Love. (Not to mention, young Ronald and Miss Granger)

You remember when you first met? You tripped over that blasted stool and woke up that old hag of a woman also known as my mother.

Do you happen- per chance, possibly, perhaps, maybe- recall who caught you when you fell, my dear cousin?

You barely noticed him, I think. You were so shocked my mother's dulcet voice, that you were hardly capable of muttering a "thank you" to him.

You barely saw him, dear Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora, but he quite certainly saw you. You were all he talked about for quite a few weeks. Well, to tell you the truth, he never did stop talking about you. I think you had him tripping over his words up until the point in time that I am writing this letter- Many, many moths later.

I've seen the glances you've sent back at him. And don't think he hasn't told me about that kiss you shared after he rescued you a few days ago. He's my best friend, dear cousin.

And as he is my best friend, my dear, I don't want to find out that you've hurt him.

But don't let him give you that whole "I'm too old, too poor, too dangerous" speech that he's been practicing on me. He's a much better person than he gives himself credit for.

I've got to end this letter her, dear cousin Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora. Snape, greasy git, (did I tell you that he was best friends with the lovely lass Lily Evans? Alas I'll tell you next time I see you. It's gossip for another time) has called a meeting. Something about the Ministry and Harry.

Now that I am obviously dead by the time that you are reading this letter, I want to look down and see a bunch of pink-haired babies running around eventually, cousin Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora. I've already written my letter stating this to Moony.

Think over my words, cousin dear, and take care.

All my love,

The Dashing, the Daring, the Handsome, the Amazing and the oh-so Awesome,

Sirius Black.

I let the letter slip out of my hands. He had never had the chance to tell me that gossip. He must've just written the letter before he died- right before the Ministry.

"Thank you, Sirius," I whispered. "But he's already given me that speech."

I sob escaped my throat. "Why, oh why, did you have to leave? The Order's not the same without you."

I kneeled, picking the letter back up. "Thank you for making me smile, Sirius. You were right."

I set the letter on my dresser and left the room. I needed to pay Remus a visit.

FIN