This is just an idea that came to me, that I wanted to get out before I went crazy and before I begin a full -length fanfic.. Whoo… Ladies and Gentlemen, this is kinda sad, but nevertheless enjoy.

I don't own Harry Potter.

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Remus Lupin sat solemnly in the hard rigid wooden chair at his kitchen table. It was just a simple heavy wooden table with just two chairs, the one that he always occupied and the one that was in front of his small kitchen window where heavy rain poured out of the inky night sky and beat upon it. The chair may have been empty of a person but it held many memories that haunted him at this very moment.

It held the memories of Sirius and him seated at the table as Sirius took refuge at his small flat. Of when Nymphadora Tonks sat at that table and confessed her love to him, and where he turned her down. Of when Dumbledore approached him about accepting the mission of living with the werewolves. Of when Tonks came again to talk him out of going, and where once again he refused her.

There was a war going outside, out upon that pouring rain. It left a toll upon his body that he was beginning to be unable to pay. The war left chilling ache in his bones that nothing could cure. Nothing that he was willing to use. It left a hollowness in his heart that he was unable to fill.

It all didn't seem worth it. Something the war was beginning to teach him was that werewolves, no matter how he fought it, were truly meant to be alienated by everyone. Having to watch everyone he loved die or betray him left a stain upon his soul that could not be removed. James, Lily, Sirius, Peter, and now Dumbledore were all gone. He had lost them all. He placed his head upon the table as his gaze shifted to a bottle of fire whisky that was left abandoned on the table. Not even alcohol could soften away the edges of the pain he was feeling. He closed his eyes and did the only thing that still felt natural, he wept for all his losses.

A knock at the door drew him from his thoughts. It wasn't exactly a knock, but a desperate pounding for entrance. He went to the door and found an extremely soggy Nymphadora Tonks.

"Nymphadora,.." he began but couldn't finish, he just opened the door and led a heavily shivering Tonks into the room. Her mousy brown hair fell in wet chunks down her face and cloak. She sat down in the chair that Remus had just occupied a moment ago, she eyed the half full bottle of fire whisky warily.

Remus pulled out his wand and dried off Tonks with a simple warming charm, but her shivering continued making him believe that it was not the cold. She looked him in the eyes and he saw blood shot eyes of someone who had been crying for a very long time.

"Do you still deny me?" she spoke finally. He sighed and turned away.

"Nymphadora…" it was all had managed to say to her since she set foot in him flat. A name she didn't even acknowledge as her own. She took her long slender fingers and guide his face to look as her. Tears were rolling down her face. They were cascading down his hollow cheeks as well. He stared at her not finishing his sentences that he didn't even know how to begin.

"Remus, do you still deny me?" she spoke more loudly and solidly that before. The looked at each others eyes for a moment. Finally, Remus disregarded all previous thoughts and angst and shook his head. Tonks smiled a genuine smile and threw herself into his arms. Her mousy hair suddenly changed back to a more natural and authentic, vibrant pink. Remus smiled as well. Allowing himself a moment of happiness before something else came along and took it away.