I almost put this as a random chapter in my "Wives of Werewolves Club" fic, but now that fic is AU I want it to stay that way. So here it is, my tribute to what could have been an awesome friendship.
They were buried together, double headstone settled just outside the shade of the line of poplars and a quaking aspen. She would have liked that—she had never struck Fleur as the kind that would enjoy spending her life in the darkness. Remus, Fluer wasn't sure about, but she imagined he would put up with it one way or another for her sake. That was always the sign of a good man. A good man knew to spoil a wife.
The headstone was pretty. Was it appropriate to think of a headstone, a grave, in that way? Yet Fleur had seen some magnificent headstones in her day, delicate, flat rocks to towering statues and monoliths. They all held a certain venerable grace. And this headstone was lovely as they went—nothing too ornate, just a few phrases and a simple carving of a sun and a moon.
Nymphadora Tonks and Remus John Lupin.
Eternal Love Lies Beyond Death.
Fleur could not believe they had put her full name. As far as she knew, Tonks hated her first name. Remus had always called her Dora. More cruelty added to death. Fleur found herself smiling. Delightfully ironic. Oh, well. Tonks wouldn't concern herself much with a few words on her grave.
She had brought lilies and carnations, the latter yellow and the former touched with hints of gold. An odd combination of flowers, but she felt it worked. She laid it over the grave.
"'E iz getting big now," she said softy. "Teddy iz. Just in a few short weeks. It does not seem zat long."
The words sounded strange to her ears. She had never wound up talking to a grave before the past few weeks, and she was not yet used to it.
"I am expec'zing too," she continued, her hand falling instinctively to her belly. "Maybe… maybe zey can be friends."
Maybe she wasn't talking about the babies. A breeze started, ruffling at the petals of the flowers. One carnation petal came loose and landed between their names.
At least it was sunny out. A refreshing breeze on a bright day. It was a good day for this. If any day could be good. She brushed her hair out of the way.
"I liked you. You seemed very nice. Wild. Not like me. I love Bill. But 'e is not a girl. I needed someone to talk to."
Bill himself wasn't far away, visiting another grave. She could see him out of the corner of his eye, hair tangled around his shoulders, eyes focused on the grave of his little brother.
Fleur sighed. She had her duties as a wife. He needed her and she needed to be with him.
She touched the bouquet one last time before she rose. "I hoped we could 'ave been friends."
The End.