Prompt: Last Moments of Lupin and Tonks
P.O.V.- Lupin
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine. It belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. If I did own it; however, Lupin and company wouldn't be dead.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic so be kind of nice but do review. Thank you.
Death is a funny thing. It makes you realize just how little you've done in your life or it gives you that illusion at least. It also makes you realize just what you've done wrong. Now you lay on my lap bloodied and bruised. The death-eater could have been 'merciful' and killed you with Avada Kedrava but instead she stabs you with a cure that cannot be healed no matter way. She wanted to kill you slowly. Blood flows unabashedly from the wound on your side and my memories seem to flow just as unabashedly.
I remember when I ran away, or tried to, when I found out you were pregnant. I got so angry when Harry called me on it making me face my cowardice. I just felt so helpless and scared. Do you understand that my love? Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I suppose now I'll never know.
I remember when I refused to let myself love you, but you were so damn persistent. I had not real choice in the matter did I? There were times when I hated that about myself. Not the fact that I love you but the fact I allowed myself to be that venerable with someone else. I almost couldn't understand why you loved me. Let alone why you put yourself in such danger just to make me see what was so plain to the rest of the world. I believe, in retrospect, that I should have thanked you.
I remember the birth of your-OUR son. I still can't believe that I'm a father. There was such ecstasy in seeing his glowing face, a face so much like yours. I remember looking up into your face and seeing the emotion there that I could barely fathom. There was no trace of the pain from your ordeal only seconds ago. In your sparkling eyes I only saw unconditional love and utter devotion. I knew, right then, that you would be an amazing mother. I was not completely sure of myself in that department, but there was our Teddy, our son. I had to suck up whatever fears I had now. And I did. Another thing I should have thanked you for.
Death is black and white and makes you seem just as simple as that. There is no gray area now. There is only right and wrong. My mind snaps back to the present hen I hear your breath grow even shallower then before and a fear worse than I have ever felt sets in. part of me wants to beg you to hold on but I know that would be futile. I cling to you and hear you speak faintly:
"Good-bye my love," you whisper clinging to me as much as you can "Watch over our son." I feel hot tears run down my face.
"I love you Nymphadora," I hear myself say "I'm sorry that I couldn't be the man you wanted."
"Tonks, not Nymphadora. And you were more than I could ever want." I can't bring myself to speak; instead I press my lips to yours. I can feel you last breath pass and your body go limp, nothing matters to me anymore. I don't even notice the Death-Eater come in to end my life. With a flash of green, it's over.
