( So. I've read a lot, and I do mean a lot of Remus/Dora fan fictions and I have never found one I liked perfectly, so, I figure I'll write one. And it's not an insult to any author either. This will be a multichapter AU meaning neither parent dies)

Remus apparated into the Burrow's yard, stepping past garden gnomes and the stay cats, taking the stairs two at a time. The final battle was coming, and he doubted living through it. The only one who would survive, if they were lucky, was Harry. And if not, he didn't want to be around to see what became of this world. Though, he had to admit, if Nymphadora died and Harry lived... That would be almost as terrible.

His hair was sticking to his face, disheveled and a little greasy, bags rested, deep and black under his eyes and his face was pale as a sheet. He would be turning in a few days, he would become the wolf. The thought alone made his stomach churn almost painfully, a reminder he hadn't had a single bite to eat all day.

" Wotcher Remus?" Tonks asked in a horse voice, her hair a mousy brown as he made his way into the kitchen. She was holding a warm cup of tea between her thin, slender fingers and she wore a baggy looking jumper*, dark pants and worn black joggers*.

" It was a murk* day. I'm glad it's over. Arthur, you have any fire whiskey?" He settled into the seat beside her and dropped his face to his hand, sighing heavily. The world was crashing down around them and there was nothing to be done to stop it. Arthur poured him a glass and he took it, taking a long drink. " Thank you." Tonks tried to catch his eye, but be wasn't having it. The alcohol wasn't helping the pain in his stomach any, but he swallowed and forced himself to keep it down. The buzz he was already working toward would be blessed release for his troubled thoughts.

" Arthur, could you give us a minute? I know it's your home and all, but still." She gave him a pleading look and he nodded, hurrying off to the other room to find Molly and hopefully take some of the chill out of his bones. Maybe if he called her Mollywobbles she'd be up for a quick romp in bed. Dora turned to Remus again and swallowed softly, taking a drink of her English Breakfast Tea, it was warm, if a little flat. Her eyes were wide, a deep green and obviously worried. Remus wasn't looking good, at least she thought he looked too pale, to worried.

" Did you want to talk, Dora?" He sounded so tired, so exhausted and it took all she had not to drop into his lap and weep. She wouldn't weep for herself, but she'd weep for him and his pains. His suffering. All the terrible thing he'd seen, the things he'd done and had to do because of something that had never been his fault.

" I just, I wanted to make sure you were doing alright," They hadn't spoken much lately, not with Sirius's death and the battle at the Ministry. There hadn't been much to say. They were both mourning, in one way or another. " You've been so distant." She was speaking in a whisper, staring pointedly into her mug of tea, before taking another drink. She half wished it was fire whiskey, anything to give her the courage to look into those eyes that haunted her sleeping hours.

The room was dark, lit only by a single lamp so his face wasn't easy to see, half hidden in shadow. " I'm alright Nymphadora, really. You needn't worry about an old man's troubles. I can take care of them, but thank you." He spoke in a low voice and there it was again. That word: old. Nympadora hated that word with a burning passion, especially when it was Remus who spoke it.

She sighed, suddenly angry, her hair flashing a vivid shade of red. " You. Are. Not. Old." And with that she was in his lap, spilling tea and fire whiskey into the Weasly's carpet, the stain spreading, but she couldn't care, not then. Her mouth was on his, all fire and need and she was breathing in an awkward, hitched fashion.

" Dora, Dora stop, no, Dora don't, not, oh Merlin." She was now grinding against him, all warmth even between what he assumed was four layers. His head fell back and Tonks took advantage, lips moving to kiss and suck and bite every inch of his pale flesh. Dark marks blooming on the long column of his throat, tense red marks on his jaw from her stinging nips.

" Shh Remus..." She chided, a little spark going through her every time he called her Dora. Only Remus could call her anything but Tonks. It had always only been Remus. His hands were balled into fists and she was currently licking the curve of his ear, suckling the lobe into her hot mouth. " Touch me."

His hands seemed to work on their own, gripping her hips, dragging her shirt up, up, before he froze, glancing left, then right. " No Dora, not here. I can't do what I want to you here. We need to go somewhere private."

She closed her eyes, wrapping herself more securely around him and with a loud POP! they were settled on the four poster bed in his home. Nymphadora looked around, the room was what she expected really, an old bed, a worn dresser and a vanity, otherwise unfurnished.

She opened her mouth to speak, to moan, to gasp, anything, but nothing passed her lips except Remus's tongue, which was warm and strangely large, totally taking over her mouth. Tonks groaned against those lips, those lips that had controlled her every fantasy for so long.

" Please, please Remus." She begged. Merlin, now she was begging. Who was he to deny her anything? He didn't have it in him, not now, not ever. Tonks didn't even know why she was begging, what she was asking for, but somehow she couldn't silence herself.

" Shh, shh, Nympadora I'll take care of you." Remus slowly dipped her back, the only noise their hushed breathing and the slight, smooth sound of her back hitting the silken sheets. " But you have to be patient with me."

His hands worked the jumper over her head, fiddling with the buttons on the blouse beneath. Remus's lips were touching, licking, kissing her neck and the wolf inside was howling in carnal pleasure and love.

" Remus..." Her voice held a tremble as her bra hit the floor, arms passing, head quirking slightly. Tonk's eyes were flashing between gray and blue, black, green and orange. Her breasts were small, tender looking, with pink nipples, hardening slowly into tight little buds under his attention. Freckles dusted between them, leading to the slender expanse of stomach.

" Let me see you, let me really see you. The Nymphadora I love." He gently nuzzled and nudged her cheek. " This isn't you dear, it's just the face you want to wear." He hadn't seen her, not the true her, in far, far too long.

Nympadora bit her lip and after a moment her breasts grew larger, hips narrower, her hair was black, like Sirius's had been and cropped short, framing her face, her eyes a warm shade of blue. Her lips grew full and pouty, her eyelashes thickening.

" You're so beautiful, my little raven.". Remus kissed her slowly, warmly, hand cupping as much of her breasts as he could, hips rutting against hers. This was perfect, too perfect.

In moments the last of their clothing was gone and Remus was breathing into Tonks mouth slowly, pulling back from the kiss to look into her dazed but obviously pleased eyes. There were tears there, as a stray lock of hair fell into her eyes and she was once again, thinking about Sirius who, when she was little, had pushed her around in his motorcycle, given her her first broomstick, and even told her her hair looked best pink, when it wasn't black.

" Are you ready, Nymphadora?" He smiled slightly, practically cooing the words, wiping the tears from her eyes with rough thumbs. He wanted to make her forget the pain and the suffering, if only for the night.

" Don't call me Nymphadora- Remus!" His name was a gasp on her lips as he, all nine and a half inches of him, slid so deep inside her she thought she'd pop. She was far from a virgin but- Oh Merlin, was he, was he growing inside her?

" Sorry," He breathed into her hair, eyes crossed beneath the pale lids at the white hot pleasure coursing through him. " The wolf, he tends to take over during sex, give me a moment." The growth continued, both in length and width, for another moment. He added another inch at least in length, another half in width.

Dora started to cry then, tears scattered down her cheeks, cutting through the light coating of dirt from the day before. She didn't look hurt, at least not physically, and Remus didn't understand why she was crying. He tried to comfort her, picking her up and cradling her in his lap, his back resting against the bed frame, and a sob turned to a moan as he sank in deeper.

" Dora, please don't cry, I'm sorry. We can stop, we don't have to, please love, don't cry." He begged, wiping her tears with one hand, the other working her hips up, to pull himself from her.

She clenched her thighs, and her core as well, so tightly he couldn't move for fear of hurting her and himself. " No." The word was watery. " Don't move Remus. Don't leave me." Her arms were around him, her lips on his and she was rocking against him, delicious friction coursing through her all over.

" Please Nympadora, please, I'll love you, I'll make love with you, just don't cry. Please Dora, don't cry." He begged into her hair, rocking up into her slowly, tenderly, his body totally in sync with hers. He groaned, she was so tight, so warm and wet and it was all for him. " You're so tight, taking me so well, fuck." His head fell back, exposing his throat and she kissed, nipped and sucked the skin.

" I love you." She cried suddenly, pleasure spiking, body arching as she continued to work herself on his long, hard cock. " Remus, Remus I love you. I love you. I love you." The words spilled from her lips, in tandem with the tears now running down her face. " I love you Remus. So much. God, I love you. I love you Remus."

He didn't speak, but didn't stop the frantic jerk of his hips. His hands held her hips in a grip so tight he was drawing blood and when she cried out he covered her mouth in a harsh kiss. Remus's voice was a deep growl.

" You don't love me, you can't. I won't let you. That's, that's a fucking death sentence, I'm /old/ I'm /poor/ I'm fucking /useless/." Each insult was another harsh, thick jab of his cock into her weeping sex. Her head fell back, a scream irrupting from her. " I'm not /good enough/ for you. And I /never/ /ever/ /will/ /be./." He was snarling savagely by this point, slamming her down on his so hard she could feel herself bruising, both inside and out.

" Remus, Remus stop, Remus you're hurting me. It hurts, Remus please." She begged, but despite her words she was dripping, the only noise besides his words that mattered the loud, noisy squelch of his cock ramming deeply into her hot pussy. " Remus!" She screamed, her orgasm ripping through her so hard it hurt. " REMUS!" Her voice echoed off the walls and she went limp, eyes rolling back in her head, dead to the world.

" Dora, Dora, Dora, Dora." He chanted, howling her name as he released, spurting rope after rope of heavy cum into her body. " Dora," he said, once he was calm, and realized she was limp and pale. " Nymphadora," He tried again, shaking her gently.

He curled around her, the wolf in him making him inspect and lick her wounds, the wounds he'd given her, clean. " I'm sorry, so sorry." He muttered into the deep marks on her hips. " I told you this would happen, I told you I was no good for you. I love you, Merlin, do I love you. My Nympadora, my beautiful, beautiful Nymphadora, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Remus was crying, tears running in slow streaks down his face, which was pillowed on her stomach. " I didn't use protection, god, what if you're pregnant? I couldn't do that to you," He looked to her, still unconscious, but breathing.

" I love you," He whispered much more quietly, into the skin of her stomach. " And if there is a little baby in there, I love you too. I'm sorry I hurt you Nympadora. I just, I got carried away," Remus was rubbing her stomach, speaking softly, unaware she was awake now.

" I love you too Remus." She whispered softly, too exhausted to move much. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Dora laughed weakly, her eyes closing of their own accord. The sex had taken a lot more out of her then she'd thought it would, but it was perfect none the less.

He nodded, tears in his eyes and dragged himself up so he could hold her close. " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll take care of you, I'll make sure you don't get any worse, I'll carry you places and I'll take care of you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Remus looked to her with pleading eyes. " Just say you forgive me,"

" I'm not mad, in fact I've never came that hard in my life, that was amazing Remus and I love you so much." She used what little energy she had to curl herself against his chest and yawn softly.

" Rest now darling. I'll be here when you wake. I love you and I'm sorry." Remus yawned, resting his head atop hers, guilt still pooling deep in his gut, but his eyes were closing, sleep encompassing both of them.

joggers-shoes

jumper- sweater/hoodie

murk- bad/crap