The hand on the clock ticked the seconds by in the eerie silence. It finally reached the big number 12, striking 3 'o' clock in the morning. The raggedy looking man rolled on to his side to look at his new wife, entranced by her perfection. As he stared at her, all the worry, all the doubts he'd ever had about this relationship came flooding to the surface of his thoughts. The feeling of guilt rose up inside of him for what seemed like the fiftieth time that night. He hated himself for being weak, making her an outcast so he, himself could have a chance at happiness. The man turned onto his back to stare at the ceiling, hating himself more vehemently than ever. As he stared into the blackness, he imagined what life would be if he didn't suffer from this curse. He would no longer be shunned by people, he would have a job and be able to support his new wife, and he wouldn't feel this overwhelming guilt. But imagining that charmed existence was futile as he was stuck with this curse for life. Turning over, Remus Lupin fell into a dreamless stupor.

Remus woke up, feeling restless and barely remembering going to sleep in the first place as though he had only lay down a mere second before. He turned his head towards the person on the bed beside him to find that it was empty. He sighed, thinking hopefully that she'd finally come to her senses and left. As the thought concluded in Remus' mind the bedroom door opened and in walked an enchanting woman with bubble-gum pink hair, laden with a tray of pancakes and syrup. Her face broke into a huge smile as she saw he was awake, returned tentatively by him.

"Good morning husband," Tonks beamed, "I could get used to that." Tonks winked at him as she laid the tray on the only table in the room. She bound across the chamber, bouncing playfully on the bed, her enthusiasm catching. For a minute, Remus let himself forget his worries as he tickled his wife amorously. She settled in his arms, snuggling deeply into his chest. He felt the warmth of her body against his and the feeling of his love intensified.

"We have a meeting at 11," Remus murmured, kissing the top of her head. She jumped up with her hand over her mouth, knocking over the lamp in her hurry. Tonks was manically searching the room for her clothes as though she had lost them. He smiled at his ditsy wife, yawning and stretching as he got up out of bed to put on his own clothes. As he sat eating his second pancake, his wife came running back into the room this time fully dressed – although without her left shoe. She grabbed a pancake and started nibbling at it.

"A bit cold," Tonks sighed, "I was never good at all that cooking stuff."

"They're perfect," Remus disagreed, taking her face in both of his hands and lightly kissing her lips. As he pulled away she looked slightly pink and flustered. She then glanced at the clock and grabbed his arm pulling him out of the door.

"Come on we're going to be late!" She worried. They walked down the lane outside of their house to a quiet, secluded spot and silently disapparated. They appeared in a small, dank, deserted alleyway which came off the side of, what seemed to be, a small village. They hurried across the small green to a small cottage on the corner. As they reached to door they knocked twice, then once, then twice again.

The small front door was opened only a fraction, a wand pointed at them from within the darkness of the threshold. Remus gripped his wand a tad tighter within his pocket as the linger of a threat ensued.

"What were the last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to us?" A voice boomed out of the darkness.

"He said 'Harry is our last hope'" he replied. The man turned his wand to his wife's heart.

"What Animagi did I express my intrest in?"

"A Bengal tiger," Tonks winked as he let her past, "Wotcher." The tall man smiled and they embraced the other.

"Remus, it's good to see you," said Kingsley.

"And you my friend," he replied, "has the meeting started yet?"

"No you're just in time." Kingsley led the way down the corridor and ducked through the farthest door on the left. As they entered the group looked up and greeted the couple. A bushy haired girl let out a small scream and pointed and Tonks' hand. She jumped up and congratulated them both.

"I'm just so happy for you. When did this happen? Why didn't you tell us?" She exclaimed.

"What in the name of Merlin's pants are you going on about Hermione?" Ron asked a quizzical look on his face. Hermione's eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"They got married Ronald!" The group got up to congratulate them in turn. Remus felt as though he should have a huge smile on his face but all he could think of was the guilt. The fuss died down and the meeting started, discussing how to safely bring Harry to the Burrow. After arguments and several major changes to the plan the meeting adjourned.

As they left, a sickening feeling grew in his stomach. They arrived back at the house early evening as the meeting had lasted all day. Walking through the threshold Remus turned to Tonks and gathered her up in his arms, kissing her soft lips. They stumbled their way to the bedroom, as their passion overtook them. In that moment he forgot his doubts, his uncertainty, his guilt and let himself be filled unapologetically with his love for her. Forgetting time, forgetting place, forgetting everyone except each other, the only two people in the world. 'I love you' he whispered over and over again, their embrace intensifying.

He woke again with no recall of when he went to sleep. Tonks' head was resting upon his scarred chest and Remus stroked her hair whilst she slept, looking down at his wife and thinking how wonderful she was. How wonderful, beautiful, amazing, and kind she was. A pain shot through his heart as he realised how much he didn't deserve her. He wanted to leave. To give her a better chance at life. But he was a selfish creature and knew he'd never do it.

After the Wedding it wasn't safe anywhere. They were currently residing with Tonks' parents who didn't much like him. He was a Werewolf after all, what else could he expect. Harry, Ron and Hermione had disappeared; Molly was worried sick until they had found them at Grimauld place. Remus had been thinking about joining them for a while now, but how to tell Tonks? He loved her, and that was the problem. She deserves better, he thought to himself. He had resolved to tell her when she got back from work.

At 7.30 she burst into the room and went straight to hug him. The hug lasted longer than usual, as had been happening a lot recently. She kissed his cheek and went to remove the rain-sodden cloak from her body.

"We should talk Dora," he stated. She turned towards him, her eyes wide with worry.

"Yes I think we should," she agreed. They sat down on the edge of the bed, angled slightly towards each. He opened his mouth to speak when she cut him off.

"I'm pregnant," she exclaimed.

"I- what?" he asked.

"We're going to have a baby, Remus," she answered, slower this time.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she smiled, "I'm so happy, it's a miracle."

"Miracle? How is this in any way a good thing?" he asked aggressively.

"What do you mean? Aren't you happy?"

"How can I be happy after I've done this! To you! To our unborn child! I've condemned you for life. And on top of that I've ruined the life of our child."

"Don't say that, Remus. I love you." His anger evaporated at her words, replacing itself with grief. Remus looked into her face once more and turned to leave. "Wait, where are you going?" He paused for a second in the door frame and inclined his head towards her slightly.

"To Grimauld place." He swept out of the room without glancing back, knowing that, if he did, he would not have the strength to leave again.