This might be a two-shot, or it may be a full-fledged story. Any opinions?
A Full Moon
Nymphadora Tonks stormed out of the hospital wing and into the peaceful darkness of a midnight on the Hogwarts grounds. She didn't know where she was going, and quite frankly she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get away from everything and think about the only one who truly mattered to her anymore.
To old, to poor, to dangerous. Rubbish! Tonks wouldn't care if he was three times her age. She'd still love him even if he didn't have a sickle to his name. As for dangerous, Tonks was more of a danger to herself than Remus was to her. Walking across a flat surface without causing her bodily harm was still a task that thwarted her on a daily basis.
A good bit of walking and many disgruntled sighs later, Tonks stopped to survey her surroundings. She could barely see six feet in front of her due the amount of trees and underbrush around her. She could only assume she was in the Forbidden Forest. This assumption slightly bothered Tonks. After all, the forest was "forbidden" for a reason, and she had been so upset leaving the hospital wing that she hadn't even remembered her wand. She was a sitting duck.
Great, Tonks thought bitterly to herself. Remus still won't give me the time of day, and now I'm lost and wand less. The young woman began to feel the familiar sting of tears, as she curled up on the dirt floor. No! I am an auror, and aurors do not cry over little things like these. But, as much as Tonks chastised herself, she could not stop the flow of her tears as quiet sobs shook her delicate frame.
Wishing she was home in her bed (preferably with Remus right beside her) Nymphadora looked up at the moon. She had always found comfort in gazing at the soft contrast against the dark night sky. Now she resented it. The full moon was one of the reasons she was there, crying on the forest floor. Werewolves wouldn't be dangerous if there was no lunar cycle to change them.
Tonks could surely break Remus of his fixations on his age and lack of income.
It's only that dangerous bit that seems to get to him. It was true, "I don't care," didn't seem to be a very convincing argument when it came to the ex-professor's furry little problem.
Tonks snapped alert, her tears stopping momentarily. The night's events were enough to rattle anyone's brains. They were certainly enough to make a certain werewolf forget his Wolfsbane potion. She looked up at the midnight sky and saw something that made her sick to her very core. The moon, full in all it's glory.
Nymphadora sprang to her feet, and bolted in the direction of the area where the thick foliage seemed to open up a bit. But being Nymphadora Tonks she tripped over one of the many twigs in her path, and tumbled to the hard earth below.
Sprawled out on the ground, clutching her bloodied and aching wrist, Tonks looked up to behold a massive snarling creature covered in fur.
"Remus! No!" echoed a far away voice. Tonks built up air in her lungs, but before she could let loose the deafening scream she had anticipated, she felt the searing pain and everything went black.
I'm undecided. A) Supportive, never-going to leave her side again Remus, or B) So ashamed he's run off to some distant country Remus. You choose!