AN: Kinda a drabble and also an entry in the 'What You Can Make Of It' competition by VivusEtIterum over on HPFC.
I had the prompt faded scars and the quote "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make." It's from Dracula and I tweaked it a tad for this haha. I've always wondered how Tonks would act with being pregnant and having a baby and this is just a snapshot of what I think may have happened.
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The young woman sits alone on the rocking chair in the bare room. Her hands are rested on her swollen belly and outside the window the full moon is shining, lighting up her dark brown hair.
She is frightened, but she sings to her unborn baby anyway. It is quiet and trembles a little, whether because of fear or cold, she is unsure.
"Hush little baby don't say a word, papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird,
And if that mocking bird don't sing - "
She is broken off by a howl that resounds through the countryside and passes through the open window easily.
She smiles a little, closing her eyes and then more howling breaks out, drowning out the other werewolf.
There is a moment's respite and the young woman rubs her belly again with hands that have obviously seen battle – faded scars and wand calluses ever present.
Her baby is going to be born in the middle of a war that she has risked her life in and she cannot do anything to stop it, but she does not want her baby to have hands like she does and she will do anything in her power to prevent that from happening. She thought she was happy to have a baby, but now that Remus is back, and her father is dead, is dead, she doesn't know if she will be able to handle it.
"That's your daddy out there," she whispers. "He's making you music."
The wolves (for surely there are normal wolves out there too) start up as well, a slightly deeper pitch to those affected with lycanthropy.
"Listen to them. Children of the moon. They're making you music, a lullaby." She murmurs to her belly before getting up and walking into the bedroom.
Her mother is sleeping soundly in the spare room and she knows she is safe.
The young woman falls asleep to the howling, with the moonlight landing on her peaceful form and her belly protected by her hands, and her hair is bubblegum pink. She is dreaming of a future free of evil, with blue haired boys, and shy little girls and it is perfect.