War is the province of men.
She remembered reading that somewhere, and now, amidst the chaos, the dust and the sickening cries of pain, Tonks couldn't help but agree. Well, for her personally, she corrected herself, watching Neville's Grandmother run past, screeching curses as she went. Because even though she was an auror, she was a mother too.
Remus had been right; she didn't just have herself to think of anymore.
Running past tapestries, paintings, and coats of amour, she thought of home. It was a ridiculous time to do so, but all she could think about was their empty house. Their empty bed. Teddys empty cot. And she hoped that they would all come back, so it wouldn't be empty again.
She hoped.