"Have you seen Remus?" she yelled over the sound of crumbling walls, penetrating through the shouts of wizards and witched fighting for their lives.
"He was dueling Dolohov, haven't seen him since!" shouted Aberforth while firing curses at a sallow angry looking death eater.
Tonks ran through the collapsing Hogwarts halls, dodging hexes, and jumping over bodies and debris. She had never run with more speed or purpose, although with every thunderous shake that rocked the castle she fell or was slammed into a wall, she kept going. Eventually she burst into the central courtyard, and searching through red and green flashes, ignoring tattered bloody robes, under a flaming black sky, she saw him. Across the courtyard he was still locked in battle. Ducking and weaving through enemies and allies alike, she ran to him. All that mattered was getting to Remus.
"Remus!" she screamed to him, a tear of joy streaming across her check and a grin on her face. "Remus!" she shouted again.
He turned to face the source of the noise and seeing her his face could not settle on horror or love at the sight of his wife in such a horrible place. He was never able to make up his mind as just when he turned Dolohov sent a surge of acid green light that hit the side of his weathered face. He fell to the ground with a thud that no one would hear over the rest of the raging battle.
Tonks had no time to slow her running; momentum carried her forward despite the world around her stopping. In an instant, the joy at seeing her husband turned to crushing despair. Her insides squirmed and writhed, her heart was thumping in her ears blocking out all other sound. She collapsed on top of Remus and stared at disbelief at his now peaceful face. Chocking out breath she held his face in her hands, having some last hope that this would bring him back. Grabbing his hand she said his name over and over; still he didn't stir. She looked around for help but she was all alone in the chaos. Finally, she let out a bone-chilling scream of anguish and cried heaving into his still chest.
Raising her head one last time, piercing black eyes started at her from across the courtyard and she was engulfed with green. Falling next to her husband, their hands still intertwined, Tonk's agonized features were finally calmed.
They would never see the battle they died for won. They would never see their families again. They would never see Teddy grow up; his first day school or the day he was married. They would never see the bright light of day or feel the wind on their faces. However, what they did see, one last time, was each other.