A\N: So basically I have writer's block for the 3rd chappie of my other fic and this came to me. I am very much a procrastinator. But that chappie will be here chapter goes on as if they hadn't died because I'm in denial. ANDD I don't own Lupin or Tonks or Sirius. Jo Rowling does. She rocks my sad little socks. Enjoy.
Did then, Do now.
'Hey Remus' Tonks calls to her husband 'do you remember the fist time we met?' Remus, a tall, thin man with sandy hair and chocolate eyes plonked down next to his wife. He considers this question for a moment and says 'Yes. You were nine.' This answer stunned her. She was thinking more along the lines of when she first joined the Order. He continued 'Yes, your mother had put Sirius in charge of you, for god knows what reason, and he brought you over to the place I was living.'
And with that, Remus Lupin was thrown into Memory-Land
It was a balmy autumn day and he was standing outside of the dilapidated apartment building, waiting for Sirius to get there. As soon as he thought 'He's going to be late' Sirius strolled up, handsome and breezy as ever. But much to Remus' disdain he was dragging a young girl along with him. 'Sirius, is this some illegitimate child I don't know about?' He asked, gesturing to the girl. She did look a shocking bit like Sirius, with the same haughty air and strong chin. She, however, had bright turquoise hair and purple eyes. She was only about eight and four feet tall. Her hair was messily plaited and she had pink band-aids on her knees. Sirius rolled his eyes at his friend's lack of trust 'No, Andromeda left her with me. You know she's the only family I like; I'd do almost anything she asks. This is Nymphodora.' At this the girl's aloof expression clouded over 'I told you not to call me that.' She warned. Sirius sighed again 'We've been over this before. If I don't call you by your NAME what do I call you?' The girl let go of his hand and threw her arms up in the air 'I dunno! My dad calls me 'Dora! That's…adequate!'
Remus looked at Sirius 'You do realize you got out-argued by an eight-year-old....'
'I'm nine' the girl corrected. Remus looked at his friend again. 'A nine-year-old.' he corrected. Sirius rolled his eyes and groaned 'Let's just take the sodding walk already'
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Tonks sighed 'That's marvelous. The first memory you have of me, I'm and ornery nine-year old with Barbie band-aids on my knees.' She covered her eyes dramatically.
Remus laughed at his wife's theatrics. 'I, personally, thought you were adorable.' The pink-haired woman looked up expectantly 'Really?' She was quite oblivious as to how anyone could have thought she was cute at that stage in her life. She shuddered. Her mother still had pictures of her at the ages of seven through eleven and she was almost tempted to burn them.
The werewolf laughed again 'Such the drama queen! Of course I thought you were cute! Still do...' At this the conversation was effectively stopped, as Dora had placed her lips over Remus'.
