Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, or anything that JK Rowling created. Unfortunately. :
When I first told him, he actually took a step away from me. I felt the tears spring into my eyes immediately, and when I turned away to cover up the hurt, he melted. "Dora," He said softly.
"What?" I snapped. I didn't want his pity. I turned my back on him, and concentrated on breathing. It was stupid of me to come out and say it in the first place, even after he made me laugh, and I confided in him...he was my cousin's best friend. He had known me when I was young; he had watched me cry when Sirius died. He had cried with me, to be frank. But bloody hell! It was the dumbest thing I had done in my entire life to tell him how I felt, because he had said a million times that he couldn't attach himself to anyone, and he frequently felt terrible about not talking to Harry enough. I surrounded myself in my misery, and blocked out the world. That is, until I felt his arms around me.
I turned around suddenly, nearly smacking him in the face. "Dora," He said, a faint smile appearing on his face. "You know that I -"
"Remus," I said sternly. "I love you."
That familiar look of indecision washed over his face. He stammered. "You don't really want me to – er, I mean, Dora – you can't honestly expect me to -"
I shut him up with a kiss. It was everything I expected it to be. He audibly groaned, and pulled me closer to him. All of sudden, he couldn't control himself: his hands were in my bright pink hair, slipping down onto my waist, and inside my robes. To be under Remus's touch sent shivers up my spine...until he froze, silent, afraid, and stony. "Dora..." he said warningly. "I've talked to you about this before..."
"Remus, will you answer one question for me?"
His hands were still about my waist. "What?"
It took all of my strength not to run away from him at this moment; I was so afraid of his answer. "Do you love me?"
He didn't answer for a long while. I was ready to apologize for my stupidity, and ask him to never mention the incident to anyone, when in a hardly audible voice, he whispered hoarsely. "More than you could ever know..."
The tears returned to my eyes, but now in the form of liquid happiness. A bright smile arrived on his face, and he wiped the tears off of my cheeks with his thumbs. "Oh, Dora. I love you."
That was all I really needed.
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A familiar face appeared in my feverish nightmare. He reached out for me, and I took his hand gladly. I was mystified by the curious expression on his face when he spoke. "Tonks,"
"Sirius!"
Harry was next to me.
"No," I insisted firmly. It was a dream: I already knew it had to be. "Harry...no!" It was a repeat, this dream, I knew. I had already had it a million times since he had died, but it circled around me, engulfing me again. Harry rushed forward to his godfather, just in time for his eyes to go blood red, and his skin turn a nasty gray. "Avada Kedavra," He said calmly, and Harry fell to the ground, emerald eyes gaping with surprise and fright. Sirius's face turned ghastly as a malicious grin snaked it's way onto his face. "Nyyyymmphhaaadooorraaaaa!!!" He taunted.
"YOU ARE NOT SIRIUS BLACK!" I screamed. But he the darkness was closing in on me, and then a face appeared next to me out of the black.
"Nymphie," jeered the cool, semi-sweet voice of my aunt. "Nymphie, don't be frightened...it's just your dear Auntie Bella..."
I tried to close my eyes, but they wouldn't close. I couldn't move: the demon Sirius, now resembling Lord Voldemort more than ever, and Bellatrix were closer to me than ever. Every cell in my body shrieked with terror. "No! No!" I screamed.
"Oh, dear," Clucked Bellatrix. "No need to be scared. No use resisting either...they're all gone, Nymphie. Sirius...Harry...Ron...Hermione...Madeye," She added with extra relish.
Voldemort Sirius grinned. "Don't forget...Bella...?" He tempted.
"You're filthy muggle born father...and you're disgusting mother..."
"And...?"
"Oh! And of course!"
I saw the name appear on her lips before the sound could even escape. Tears were flowing from my eyes faster and faster; I couldn't control myself. "NO! You didn't! YOU'RE LYING!" I roared through my tears.
"REMUS LUPIN! THE WEREWOLF!" She cackled deviously as f aux Sirius fell to his knees with laughter. "YOU'RE DEAR LITTLE WOLFY IS GONE FOREVER! NYMPHIE, CAN YOU HEAR ME? NYMPHIIIIEEE!!!"
"Dora?" Of course, I was not on the terrifying endless ocean of black that was in my head. I was lying in bed. I tried to even my breath and stop the tears from flowing out of my eyes before even trying to locate the voice. Then the dream caught up with me, the echoing of Bellatrix's voice still in my ears. Fresh tears came to life, and I sat up quickly, glancing around the little room of the tiny flat. My worries fell apart quickly, as he sat up next to me. "You alright?"
"Yeh," I lied. At least he's alive. At least he's alive.
Remus leaned forward farther. He looked at me. "Merlin's beard, you look awful!"
"That's just what I need to hear, thanks," I tried not to smile, even though I knew it was his goal. He moved only slightly, placing two fingers on my face, and moving me slightly closer to him, but it still took my breath away. And even under the lightest of kisses, I could have died of happiness.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He wanted to talk about the dream. He always did. He thought it would help. I didn't.
Bitting my lip, I shook my head, and tried not to think about the dream. I tried to think about the night before. I tried to think about Remus in my bed, but the tears still threatened. "Remus," I spoke, finally, when we were getting dressed.
"What, love?"
"Promise me you'll never leave me alone."
"Of course," he said, after a moment of hesitation. I wanted to believe him. But as always, I saw the pain behind his eyes. I knew that he was about to disappear again, like he always did after he felt he was too close to me.
"I love you," Poisonous words.
Just a first attempt. More chapters to come.
This is my favorite ship, I swear.
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