A-N- Free-verse poem, in Remus' point of view. After the Battle of Hogwarts.
Disclaimer- Me no own Harry Potter. Or Tonks, or Remus.
Tonks.
Wild.
F R E E
Full of COLOURS
STUBBORN
"Wotcher"
Dead- like me.
A mother.
A friend.
A wife.
MY wife.
The LOVE of my life.
She was free.
She was in love.
She was young.
She was killed.
She SHOULD have stayed home.
But did she?
No.
And now we're both dead.
Teddy's parents are dead.
Bubblegum.
That was often the colour of her hair.
I LOVED her.
I DIED.
She FOLLOWED shortly.
And now we're both dead.
Killed by a war.
Killed for a great cause.
Killed.
Just like my friends.
I was the last living Marauder.
The werewolf.
The werewolf in LOVE.
In love with NYMPHADORA.
The way she would say "Don't call me Nymphadora."
The way she would change her appearance (But no matter what- she was still beautiful)
The way she would say "I love you."
Everything about her.
Tonks.
Killed for the greater good.
Survived by our son, her mother, and many friends.