Remus opened his eyes slowly as if the simple task of doing so was a painful one. How strange, he thought idly, I'm dead, yet I can open my eyes… He laid for some time wondering about nothing in particular, his mind oddly cool and calm. His surroundings were white and nothing more.

There must have been a floor to where he was for he was laid on it. There was definable feeling to the ground beneath him and for the first time Remus could recall he held no curiosity to find out why. He simply stared above him at the white nothingness that stretched on forever.

Years could have past before Remus sat up. He felt as if a switch had been activated inside his mind and every little thought, every worry, every fear, ever shred of anger hit him in waves. His eyes snapped all around the white world as he looked for something familiar – or someone familiar.

Remus knew he was dead. He was certain of that. No one could survive the Killing Curse, excluding Harry but of course he had his Mother's love to protect him where as Remus had had nothing of the sort. The werewolf could have kicked himself.

How foolish it was of him to die! He'd had a family! A wife and a son, a future, and he had died! Foolish, foolish, foolish! Remus leapt to his feet with such agility that he surprised himself out of anger. Slowly, as if he did not want to, he raised his hands and looked at them.

They looked young. The blemished from the Battle were gone, his hands looked distinctly less lined than they had been moments before, and his skin was smooth and unscarred. His wedding ring was intact looking odd against his youthful looking hands.

Remus then noticed he felt no aches in his body. He felt as if he could run a marathon, not out of adrenaline but he felt as he could, he felt young! Remus laughed aloud at the though, even when he had been a boy he had never felt young! He'd never felt fit and healthy as if he could accomplish draining physical feats – one of the several side effects of being a werewolf.

He felt the best he'd ever felt in his entire life, relief and happiness washed through him, consuming him, and a grin spread across his face as he laughed, he laughed for a long time feeling suddenly like a teenager.

Eventually, he remembered that he was dead.

His grin slowly faded as did his laughter and he sighed looking down at his feet, noticing as he did that his robes were not in a state of their usual shabbiness but clean and patch free, as he remembered the fact he was now a dead man.

He thought of Tonks and Teddy once more. He would never again be able to tell Tonks how much he loved her and see her hair turn her favourite, and his, bubblegum pink… He'd never see Teddy grow, the thought brought a tear to his eyes, he'd never see his infant son grow…

He sunk to the floor, resting his arms against his knees. He looked across out into the blank white world as if he was in deep thought and allowed his tears to fall freely down his face.

And as he did he heard quite distinctly the sound of another crying.

Remus looked around almost alarmed that there was someone there, wherever he was, with him. He stood up and unconsciously pulled out his wand and held it tightly in his hand. A figure suddenly came into focus, as if they'd been there all around but blocked by the white nothingness.

They were on the floor rather like Remus had been a second before, their head on their knees, their arms wrapped tightly around their legs as they cried, they cried as if it was all they were worth. Remus took a step forward wanting to comfort the stranger when he realised, with a sharp, almost painful, intake of breath who the person was.

It was Tonks.

"Dora!" Remus breathed rushing forward.

He knelt beside his beautiful, clumsy wife, her hair was not his favourite bubblegum pink or any odd colour that made Tonks who she was but a deep dark depressing brown that hung around her pale heart shaped face draining it of life.

She lifted her head almost looking unsure. Her dark eyes were not twinkling, but were instead hollow and pained. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her thin lips parted slightly.

"R-remus?" She choked.

She raised one of her hands and brought it to his cheek. Remus leant into his wife's touch and smiled at her.

"Remus!" She cried.

She tackled him to the floor in a hug that could rival Molly Weasley's. She kissed his face all over before her lips finally met his as she laughed exuberantly; her hair became the brightest of pinks and shot of it all directions around her face, as her eyes sparkled with life and love.

Remus hugged Tonks tightly to his chest, never wanting to let go. She held onto him in a similar fashion as she pressed soft, sweet kisses to his face. After many long, blissful moments she pulled back and looked at him critically her head tilted to one side.

"What?" Remus asked amused.

"You look young!" She said with a grin, "It's so weird!"

"Why thank you Dora." Tonks said with a humoured roll of his eyes.

"Your welcome." She teased kissing him again.

Her expression suddenly became very serious. She clumsily rolled off of him and sat up looking at him with a frown. Remus sat up also looking at his beloved wife.

"You died."

"So did you," Remus said the realisation of how his Tonks was with him suddenly hitting him, "I told you to stay at home with Teddy!"

"How could I?" Tonks said outraged, "When you were at Hogwarts fighting! I couldn't stay at home by myself not doing anything, everyone I love was there! My Mother fully agreed that I should have been with you!"

"Yes! But our son Dora!"

Her expression fell as did her hair. The pink becoming turquoise.

"Oh Merlin, Teddy…"

Tears sprung to her eyes as they did to Remus's, simultaneously the couple wrapped their arms around one another and clung to each other desperately seeking and receiving the solace and love they so desperately needed.

"He's all alone now," Tonks whispered between her tears, "Our son, orphaned, oh Remus…"

"Shush, he'll have your Mother, and Harry…" Remus consoled her.

Tonks suddenly pulled away from the embrace and looked at Remus.

"Voldemort called for Harry to meet him in the ForbiddenForest!" She cried rapidly paling her blue hair becoming darker with each word, "He said he would kill every man, woman and child who stood in his way if he didn't! Remus – Harry's going to kill himself!"

Remus gasped in horror.

"No! He can't! There must be a way to stop Voldemort – no there is – that's what he, Ron and Hermione have been doing for the last year! They have a plan, Dora, he won't die, he can't…"

"I hope your right…" Tonks muttered before shaking her head and saying firmly, "No, you are right. Dumbledore left them a job; if anyone can do it it's those three."

Remus opened his mouth to express his agreement when someone stood behind the couple beat him to it and announced in a passionate yet amused voice, "Damn right they will."


A/N Any guesses as to who the mysterious speaker is? Hope you guys are liking the short story at the moment, the chapters will remain short I'm afraid and the story won't be mega long but I hope you guys like it anyway! Review with your opinion on my story please and who you think the new person is! Ta, Mischief Managed! ;)