Prologue

They didn't know. None of them understood. How could they? Sure they lost friends and loved ones too, but not like me. I always had to be the strong one. The one who kept Harry from falling apart, the one who kept Ron from making a complete arse of himself (not that I did such a good job). I couldn't even prevent him from dying in my arms. "Smartest witch of her age" and I couldn't even save the man I loved.

There are a few who can truly understand my pain. Harry can but he just wants to move on with his life, try to make happy memories with Ginny and those Weasleys that remained. The only other person who truly understands me is Remus. He lost three of his closest friends in this war and the only family he truly has left was little Teddy. Tonks was gone. Sirius, James, and Lily were all gone. He understood. He was there when my parents house was destroyed with them in it. He was the one Ron died to save. And now he was the man I was living with at Grimmauld Place.

We weren't exactly living together like a couple. Well, we weren't sexually involved. Other than that we did act like a married couple. I went to work in the mornings and Remus worked a few hours here and there at Flourish and Blotts. Most of the time he was home to make dinner and then he, Teddy and I would eat together. Afterwards Remus and I would do the dishes together and spend time with Teddy reading and playing with him. I was truly content. Or I thought I was. I did t find out how lonely and upset I was until Remus and I got back from Tonks' funeral.

Author's Note:

This is only my second fanfic, and my first multi-chapter one at that so any useful reviews would be much appreciated. Thnx.