There was something in the way that she looked at him that told everyone that she'd do anything to stop him coming to harm.
There was something in the way he listened to her with his eyes half closed that told everyone he could stay like that for eternity, just listening to the sound of her voice.
There was something in the way they moved when they were around each other that told everyone there was more to their relationship to holding hands and kissing and pretending to be 'just friends' for a little longer.
But they're both dead now, so I suppose it doesn't matter.
They were, together, both the weirdest and most suited couple I have ever met – the metamorphmagus and the werewolf. She was strong and youthful and brought out the very best in him. He was just as strong, but with a little less confidence in himself, in what they had, in the world. He never believed he could love her like she deserved.
But that was OK. Because she never believed he could love her more. When they looked at each other it was like magic could happen just with a look. When they kissed each other everyone would smile. Because although he was older than her in more ways than one she was wiser than he.
He was always running from something, but it was only when he started running from her that he slowed down enough to catch his breath. Because he never truly wanted to run away from her. But that was OK because she didn't mind running after him and picking up the pieces that got knocked off or left behind.
And when it finally got too much for her he was waiting. When she couldn't run anymore he slowed down to walk beside her. When she couldn't walk anymore he lifted her in his arms and carried her. Because they were both very strong people and when they worked together impossible was merely a term for something they hadn't tried yet.
They both had pieces of past they regretted or hated, but between the two of them they could look back and smile and learn from their mistakes. Together, despite the uncertainty, they could truly live like they never could before.
And between them they created beautiful new life who could live in a whole new, wonderful world, because of their sacrifices. They couldn't be there to watch him grow up, or to see the peace we all found after the war was won. But that was OK because they were there in spirit. And when you look at the life around you, when you take in every human and animal and plant life and the constant, magical movement of everyday life, spirit is all we have that keeps us going. For it is our spirit that finds hope and dreams and pushes us to be the best we can.
And it's nice to know the angels are watching us.
A/N: Funny little thing that popped into my head and wouldn't go away. One of the survivors (Luna, in my mind) recalls the relationship that Tonks and Remus shared. 500 (exactly) word drabble. I hope you like. I shall get back to proper story writing now.
Cal xxx