This will be a short two-shot that I got the urge to write. Hope somebody reads this! My first Harry Potter fanfic ever.

All feedback appreciated.

Part 1 of 2:

Tonk's POV

"Remus!" I screamed out of the open window, probably waking everybody else in the house.

I didn't care though. The love of my life had just told me that our relationship was over, and had walked out of the door before I'd even had the chance to get up out of our bed.

It wasn't just the fact that he had actually left me – after all of this time. No.

It was the look in his eyes. The absolute self-hatred and heartbreak that I saw as he turned away after he spoke those four horrid words.

"I'm sorry…I can't…"

He had tried to cover up the emotions by painting an indifferent, cold mask on his face…but he would never learn. I could see right through his façade – I always had and I always would.

I hurried down the stairs – as fast as I could with my eight month pregnant belly - the tears already forming in my eyes, and swung the front door wide open. I really didn't care if I woke any neighbours. None of that mattered now that I very well may be on my own.

"Remus!" I screamed out into the cold, winter night. The silence that followed was a much louder answer than any response could have been. "Remus!"

"Nymphadora!" My mother came running down the stairs, her dark hair in array and her robe hanging off her as though she had pulled it on in a hurry. "What in the world is going on?"

I just stared out into the dark, front lawn that stretched out in front of me. I was so cold that I probably wouldn't have felt any different if there were fifty dementors gliding around me.

"Dora, come inside or you'll get ill!" My mother gently eased me back in off of the threshold and shut the door with a quiet slam, effectively bringing realisation down upon me with a crash.

Remus was gone. He had left me…for good.

"Dora?" My mother's eyes widened when she turned and saw the tears that were falling down my cheeks. I never cried – not in front of anyone anyway. The last time I had cried was when Sirius had been killed – and even then, it was Molly Weasley who I went to for comfort. "What happened, sweetie?"

I didn't answer her. I couldn't. I was too busy trying to swallow the large lump that was caught right in the middle of my throat.

"Dora, dear? Where's Remus?"

"He's-" Gulp. "He's gone…" I managed to choke out. I felt a sob force itself up from the pit of my stomach and I gripped the wall to get myself steady.

"Gone?" My mother repeated as though she'd never heard the word before. "Gone where?"

"Just gone. Left. Finished." My chest constricted suddenly and I gasped, trying to get air into my body.

"Dora?" My mother looked panicked and grabbed my arm. "It's ok, sweetheart, it's alright…"

I wanted to snap at her and tell her that everything was most definitely not alright…but I didn't have the energy or even the will to do so. And so I let her guide me to the couch in the living room, where she settled me into the cushions and made me a cup of tea.

I held the warm mug in one hand while the other gently stroked my swollen belly. The baby was kicking vigorously which normally overjoyed me…but right now, it was only reminding me of who had just walked out of the front door.

"Ssh, baby," I whispered, rubbing the spot he or she was kicking repeatedly gently. "It's ok…it's all going to be okay…" It was quite ironic that I was repeating the words my mother had said to me only moments ago; the words that I had wanted to yell at her for saying. I let out a humourless laugh.

My mother kneeled down in front of me looking scared – as if she feared I was losing my mind.

"Nymphadora," she said quietly and carefully. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, mum," I replied, my voice monotonous. "I can hear you."

"We can do this," she gripped my hands tightly and rested all four of them on my belly. "I'm going to be here for you forever and ever. I'll be here to help you every step of the way."

I appreciated the determined look in her eyes…but that didn't mean I wanted her help. This was not the way it was supposed to be. Remus was the one who was supposed to promise to be by my side the entire time.

"Dora, do you understand me? Please say something, I'm getting worried about you."

"I'm fine."

My mother looked very sceptical indeed about the comment I had just made, but relieved that I had said something.

"I'm going to bed." I ignored the surprised look on her face at my abrupt announcement and handed her the still-full, lukewarm cup of tea. I knew by the look on her face that she wanted to find out more about what had happened, but she knew me well enough by now to leave me alone. She helped me up off of the couch when I struggled, but once I was on my own two feet, I slipped free of her grasp and retreated to my room.

I curled myself up in the cold, desolate bed and wrapped both arms around our baby.

I lay there for a while – my emotion running too high to make it even possible to sleep. I was mad at him, but not because he had left. It was because he had allowed his old feelings and insecurities about how he wasn't good enough for me to resurface. I had thought that when he married me that those were gone for good…but it was when I had told him that I was pregnant that the realisation first flashed in his eyes. I saw the guilt. The pain. The regret.

But I had ignored it all because there was one other emotion that was present in his eyes. An emotion much stronger than any of the others.

Happiness.

I heard my mother's footsteps approach our bedroom door and sure enough, seconds later she eased it open.

"Dora," she whispered, tiptoeing into the room. She left the door open a crack so that a small fissure of light shone through the otherwise, pitch black room. "Are you awake?"

She got close enough to see that I was and bent down by the bedside so that she was near my face.

"Are you ok? Really?" I didn't answer her straight away, afraid what would come out of my mouth, but eventually, the silence became too much.

"I miss him," I whispered out loud, my voice breaking as the sobs finally broke free from my body.

"Oh dora…" My mother pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed beside me. She wrapped her arms around me as best she could and let me cry for hours in her arms until finally, I drifted off into oblivion.