No surprise with most things Nymphadora did, it didn't conform with normality and the wider world's expectations. It ran in the family- especially the female line. Behaving wasn't Tonks' talent and it was obvious for everyone to witness, and neither was doing the expected. Tonks preferred the adventurous, chilled out life which involved humour and enjoyment rather than what her disowned family thought was fun. Due to her unusual fashion sense it was no wonder why often she received bizzarr looks from passers by, as well as many boys she'd crushed on in her teenage years. But one romance blossomed whilst others died out. Her twinkling eyes sang this untold love before Tonks herself could bring herself to even say it. Even Tonks' Patronus knew her underlying love as it changed in her true loves sixth year at Hogwarts. Tonks loved Harry. Harry Potter. She'd never realised until now and since both were alone and single now, it made sense to address her emotions. Sweeping her candy pink hair behind her human ears, Tonks raised her hand to knock to on the brass handle of Harry's door. As she did so, the door opened revealing Harry's flawless face. No words passed between them. They didn't need to. Harry knew Nymphadora was here, he felt their connection too. It burned deep inside him as though he was on fire whenever she was close. Harry and Tonks longed each day for each other, why was a mystery. Both had previously been happily married, both had previously had children. Yet both needed each other to complete their hearts. In the silence that required no noise, Harry leaned forward slowly scraping the other side of Tonks' hair behind her ear, stroking gently her smooth love-heart shaped face. He slowly continued to proceed towards her face as Tonks closed her eyes peacefully. Their lips met and connected like they fitted perfectly, and they held it for multiple minutes before requiring oxygen. Harry didn't need to invite his dear Dore in, she knew she was welcome and took his open hand as she followed him in, quietly waving her hand to shut the door behind them. The golden sunset framed the cottage'a perimeter as groups of birds sang in unison a peaceful and happy tune, until darkness fell and a light inside appeared and the playful laughter of Nymphadora replaced the sleeping bird's tune.