This is just something that came to me. Tonks died at the Battle of Hogwarts, but Remus survived. This is her funeral.

I don't own anything.

I sat in the front pew of the church. It had an eerie elegiac air that seemed to engulf everyone present. Andromeda was sitting next to me, sobbing quietly into an old handkerchief. Molly was across the aisle, stifling her sobs into Arthur's shoulder; he looked as though he were trying to repress tears of his own. And Harry, sat solemnly behind them, hanging his head and making eye contact with no one.

I tried desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to leak from my eyes as I glanced down at my son, our son. He was sleeping peacefully with his head resting in the crook of my elbow. It suddenly became harder to choke back tears as I thought how he would never see her hair turn to its flaming red whenever someone called her by her name, Nymphadora.

He would never know how much his mother loved him, never see the joy that lit up her eyes every time she looked at him.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was young and strong and whole. She had a family who loved her, friends who cared for her. She had a son, who was barely a month old. A son she needed to watch grow up. We had sworn "Till death do us part", and now, death had parted us.

I was old, poor, dangerous, and broken. I should have been the one to go.

I approached the casket, my son lightly squirming in my arms. Teddy, young as he was, recognized his mother lying in the coffin and reached out a tiny fist for her.

I wished with all my heart that she would leap up and take him in her arms, but she remained motionless.

For the first time since I had entered the church, I looked at my wife, who now lay lifeless before me. She was beautiful, even in death. Her hair was her favorite shade of bubble gum pink, and the rosy curls splayed around the casket, perfectly framing her heart shaped face. The thing that drew me in the most was her eyes. She had such beautiful eyes. They always had that youthful sparkle in them, but now they were closed, as if she was sleeping.

I reached out and grasped her hand. It was cold and stiff underneath my own. I wanted nothing more than for her to awaken, for life to suddenly shoot through her veins.

I saw our son, who was still squirming to get to the woman in the coffin, change his hair to match that of his mother. I felt my heart break inside my chest, and I began to wonder how it was that I could still be breathing if my heart had shattered. The hot tears I had been trying so hard to repress flowed down my face.

I tried to choke them back. I needed to be strong. Strong for Teddy, he didn't need to see his father cry. Strong for Andromeda, she had lost so much to the war. Strong for Harry, he felt guilty enough for this.

I tore my eyes away from my wife one final time. I handed Teddy to his grandmother and walked solemnly out onto the grounds.

I saw the graveyard where my wife would soon be laid to rest.

I watched from a distance as they carried the casket out into the cemetery.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was young and strong and whole. She had a family who loved her, friends who cared for her. She had a son who was barely a month old. A son she needed to watch grow up.

I was old, poor, dangerous, and broken. I should have been the one to go.

I saw them place Dora into the ground. My Dora.

The tears flowed freely now.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.