Not a Cry that you Hear at Night
The chaos was ongoing, screams and yells- the flash of magic lit up the night, revealing the blood poured unto the ground, but it all had all turned deaf in the young woman's ears. For one short moment, the world stopped, then it began again- her ragged breathing, her heart pounding, trying to leap out of her chest.
For it was longing, before her mind could even comprehend what had occurred, to take it's rightful place, dead on the ground not five feet in front of her.
"N-no..." she wasn't aware of her legs collapsing under her, or of the impact of her knees hitting the earthen ground, but suddenly she was strewn on the ground, eyes glazed with shock.
She desperately crawled over to the man, lying on the ground, still as if in the most peaceful slumber imaginable. He was not the most handsome man, though in her eye's she could find no better in the world. The years seemed to be erased from his face in this slumber, the lines less vivid, even the grey of his hair did not show as harshly. The moon's hypocritical rays fell upon his face, adding to his beauty, freeing their prisoner only now. She lay her trembling hands upon his cheeks- they were lukewarm, losing their warmth quickly.
She was a child then, a lost child, uncomprehending, as she touched his eyelids, his high cheekbones, his lips. Her clumsy hand found the smooth alabaster of his throat. Her wedding ring pressed into his jugular, as she desperately searched for signs of life.
Nothing.
Unbeknownst to her, a cruel figure stalked out of the darkness, wand raised, the reaper's incantation on her lips.
A/n: It's just a ficlet, and I know this scene has probably been written over and over. Sorry. The lyrics are from Hallelujah, Sheryl Crow's version, because I could swear that line was "And it's not a crime that you're here at night."
However, I intend to write many, many, Tonks/Remus ficlets, so this is the first of them. Rather morbid start...