Nymphadora Tonks knew a lot of things.
She knew the exact percentage of the wizarding population that was made up by metamorphamagi, the amount of time it took for a killing curse to hit a target from ten meters away, and even the average number of beans there were in a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
She also knew that she was a replacement, but that was alright.
It was only a matter of time before the wounds on his heart would scar over, and with his heart scarred over, he would be no longer in need of her and her comfort.
At any second now, the Black blood running in her veins would cease to be enough.
Soon, a replacement would no longer be necessary, and Nymphadora Tonks knew that she was dreading that day.
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I ship Wolfstar now. Wolfstar is cool.
Love,
Sarah xx