It was the night after Bill and Fleur's wedding; I was at the Burrow with everybody. Bill and Fleur were getting ready for their honeymoon, doing er…something. I was outside with Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Tonks? Do you think he likes it up there?" Ginny asked me, staring up at the stars. Was she talking about Dumbledore, or Sirius?
"I don't know, he was murdered." That could have worked for both of them and it made me think for a second. About the cruelty of death. One day you're here, on earth and the next, you could be who knows where? It takes away loved ones, and eventually yourself. The thing is, you never know if the one you love, or even you, would suddenly slip away. The fact that I was thinking about this was ironic. Just then, Remus Lupin, (who had recently admitted his true love for me) approached me.
"We need to talk." He told me. I knew it was going to be bad news, but I could only hope for the worst.
"What is it?" I asked him smiling. He didn't smile back. He might be breaking up with me, he probably was.
"Nymphadora, I have to go away. I have to eliminate Greyback once and for all." He confessed to me.
"WHAT!" I asked. "How long? Why? I have to go with you!" I cried out all at once.
"No, it's much too dangerous for you, and you know that! I don't even know how long it's going to take. He's on a rampage! Biting everyone who gets in his way. We can't have millions of werewolf's roaming around now can we?" He asked. I started to cry.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I sobbed. I should have known that he didn't love me.
"I have to protect you. I love you." He replied. I bet he was lying to me.
"But I want to go with you! I can't stand being away from you for so long!" I told him.
"I'm sorry." He said apologetically.
"I'M NOT!" I yelled at him, running out of the room. I left The Burrow to go home. The time I spent without him was painful. He wrote me a letter saying goodbye, but how could I reply when he was going to be gone for what would seem like an eternity. He was gone for a week, and then a month, and enough time, one month slowly turned into two months. I didn't hear from him, I even wrote him back. Four times, but he never replied. Was he as mad at me as I was at him? When I was with the Weasley's or at work and somebody would mention him, or ask me about him, I'd change the subject. Deep inside I wanted to talk about the situation, but something was stopping me. One day, Mrs. Weasley said we needed to talk. I knew it was going to be about him. I came in, tripping over something, I didn't bother to see what it was, I had more important things on my mind, like: What did she want to talk about? Why wasn't he writing back? Is he okay? Do I love him? Does he love me?
"Hello, would you like some tea?" She asked me.
"No I'm fine." I replied. "What did you want to tell me?
"Remus. Greyback, he's killed him." She replied sadly.