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Somebody

This was possibly the worst day ever. Tonks had just got home from a hard day at work; she slumped down on the sofa. Everything was just getting her down at the moment, Sirius had died, Scrimgeour was the new minister for magic, giving her tons of boring paperwork and on top of all that the man she loved was living with a pack of feral werewolves, oh and it was raining. He really didn't love her if he preferred to live with werewolves instead of staying at home. She got up and went to make some coffee, but there was a tapping at the window. A tawny owl was standing on the window ledge scratching at the window; it had a letter in its beak. Opening the window she took the letter from the owl and it flew off. "Obviously wasn't expecting me to reply soon," she muttered to herself as she slumped back down on the sofa and unfolded the letter. It read:

Right Now...

Somebody is thinking of you.
Somebody is caring about you.
Somebody misses you.
Somebody wants to talk to you.
Somebody wants to be with you.
Somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.
Somebody wants to hold your hand.
Somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
Somebody wants you to be happy.

Somebody wants to give you a gift.
Somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.
Somebody hopes you're not too cold, or too hot.
Somebody wants to hug you.
Somebody admires your strength.
Somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
Somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
Somebody wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun.
Somebody thinks the world of you.
Somebody wants to protect you.
Somebody would do anything for you.
Somebody remembers you and wishes that you were there.
Somebody wants to tell you how much they care.
Somebody wants to share their dreams with you.
Somebody wants to hold you in their arms.
Somebody treasures your spirit.
Somebody wishes they could stop time because of you.
Somebody can't wait to see you.

Somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.
Somebody loves you for who you are.
Somebody loves the way you make them feel.
Somebody wants you to know they are there for you.
Somebody's glad that you're their friend.
Somebody wants to be your friend.
Somebody wants to be near you.
Somebody has faith in you.
Somebody needs you to have faith in them.
Somebody needs you to let them be your friend.

Somebody stayed up all night thinking about you.

Somebody wants to be forgiven.
Somebody loves you.

There was no name at the bottom to tell her who it was from, but she knew, or at least was hoping she knew. A quiet knock at the door brought her out of her dream like state. She opened the door to find a man with a shabby coat, greying hair, lined face with warm amber eyes staring at her.

"I see you got my letter," he said quietly.

She looked up at him and smiled, then she threw her arms round his neck and hugged him. Gently he put his arms around her waist and held her, enjoying the smell of apples she brought with her. He pulled back to look at her. She was worried she had done something wrong when all of a sudden he kissed her passionately on the lips. He tasted like gingerbread men and chocolate. They only pulled away from each other when they needed air. He turned away from her. She looked nervously into his eyes but was greeted by reassurance. He closed her door and took her by the hand leading her into the cold, wet street. She was once again met by the taste of gingerbread men and chocolate. He led her down the street to a small café that she had only looked at previously with longing. The thing she was longing for was now holding her hand and kissing her delicately. He guided her to a small table towards the back.

This was definitely the best day ever.