"Author's Note: These are the stories that happen when three deranged minds get together in a group chat. Foxes and cat toys, and Soccer Dad Mad Eye."

So shoutout to the lovely LesbianRavenclaw and Kem'Ajiana.

;)

She felt pain radiate through her body for what felt like hours. But Bellatrix wasn't allowing her to die, or become like the Longbottoms. She was flat on her back, staring up at Bellatrix's deranged smile.

"You're used to this position by now, aren't you? Being a whore to a werewolf-" Bellatrix was cut off as Tonks threw her knee up and caught Bellatrix in the hip. Bellatrix screamed, slashing her wand at Tonks, who was struggling to stand. Unfortunately, what her mother called the "miracle of childbirth" was not working in her favor right now, she was sore before the battle had even begun and now, having to withstand curse after curse after curse, it wasn't doing her any miracles.

She heard two words being shrieked as if from far away and barely registered the flash of green light before everything went black.

She was laying on the grassy ground, but it was no longer night. She sat up, and was amazed that she felt no pain. But her clothes- these were her Auror robes, not the robes she had been wearing to the battle.

It suddenly hit her. She was died. She had died.

"What the Bloody Hell was that?" A gruff voice demanded. She jumped to her feet, spinning to face the voice.

"Alastor." She said, but it came out as a whisper. Suddenly, she was grinning. Here he was, standing before her! He had both of his eyes, both of his legs(probably the other things he had also lost), but it was him!

"I taught you better than that, girl." Alastor said. "So many openings! That duel was terrible! You're lucky you even stayed alive as long as you did! Bloody horrible blocking, so many openings for you to be hit- Bloody Hell, Nymphadora! You were an Auror! I suppose the whole 'Mummy' thing distracted you?"

"No, I heard a young boy, he cried for help-"

"You've gone soft. The wandwork was sloppy, and if you had dealt with Bellatrix earlier, you could have saved so many others who cried for help!" Alastor continued. "And that kick, what was that?"

Tonks stared him. "What do you mean? It distracted her!"

"You kick like a bloody girl!"

Tonks stormed forward, aiming a hard kick at his shin. "I just wanted to get to Remus!" She snapped.

Alastor stepped backwards from the kick, looking a little annoyed but impressed. "That's my girl. Should have given Bellatrix one of those."

Tonks shook her head. "Alastor, I just gave birth, I had to find Remus, I was so scared he had died-"

"He's waiting for you."

"What?" She asked, her anger suddenly forgotten. "Who?"

"Your father, and Remus."

"Remus- Remus died?" Tonks asked, and if she was able to, she was sure she'd be feeling sick.

"Shortly after you arrived at the battle."

"How?"

"Same as you. Sloppy wandwork, terrible duel." Alastor said. He reached out a hand. "Come on, Nymphadora, you can't do anything else here."

She stared at his hand. "I can't go back?"

He shook his head. "Don't be stupid, that was an Unforgivable."

Tonks sighed and took Alastor's hand. "What do I call you now? You're no longer Mad-Eye."

Alastor stared at her, and then smiled a bit. "You've never changed, have you?" He asked. When she shook her head, he pulled her forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her forward. "Except for that dueling, you became terrible."