A story about Remus, Charlie and Tonks.

Disclaimer: I really wish I could write something as amazing as Harry Potter...

So, one thing I forgot to mention, this all takes place in a beautiful world where Fred, Tonks and Remus did not die. I'm not sure how, but that just did not happen.

Too Many Things

CossetteLune

Charlie

It had been a week since Tonks had talked to her husband or her son. And though she missed them terribly she knew that once again, Remus was right. He had sent her to her mothers house to think and spend some time by herself. He even asked her not to go to work, or to do anything. He insisted that he already knew what was going to happen in the near future and that he understood that there was nothing he could do, but still, Tonks could not fully believe him. A large part of her knew that she loved Charlie more than anything in the world. And she had a hard time denying that her and Charlie were perfect together. Their first real argument was not until five years after they had started dating and it was the same argument that broke off their engagement and ended their relationship. Never had she expected for him to become such a prominent part of her life again. When he moved back, she convinced herself and him that they would be great friends again, like they used to be, but nothing more. Things had progressed and very soon their feelings had changed and of course, Remus had noticed.

Now sitting on her old bed, a cup of tea in her hands that had gone cold with the passing time, her week was up. And still she was conflicted. Without thinking too much she got up and attempted to place her cup on the old bedside table. For the umpteenth time in her life, she had missed the stand and spilt tea across the room and all over the carpet that she could never understand why her mother insisted on her keeping in her room. Cursing under her breath, she crawled onto the floor to see how far the spill had gotten. As usual it spread under her bead and onto the wood floors under the sectional carpet. Thinking very hard and shutting her eyes, Tonks waved her wand and whispered a spell that she had heard many times from her mother. Amazement filled her when she opened her eyes and the spell had actually worked. All the spilt tea was gone. A smile spread across her cheeks for the first time since her week began. While jolting upright in excitement she hit her head on the same nightstand. Again, she cursed, this time much morel loudly and the drawer that she broke, many years ago without telling her mother, fell onto the floor and landed on her fingers.

On a regular day, she could have laughed. With how her week had been so far, she wanted to cry. But a bundle of letters caught her eye and she did neither. There was a pink ribbon tied around them and she recognised her mothers writing, 'For Nymphadora, from Charlie.' Suddenly Tonks remembered a conversation she had with her mother years ago. She was sad and tired and had drunken more than she should have earlier in that day with her mentor, Mad-Eye Moody. His solution to things were either to fight and train, or to drink. He had opted for the latter one day when she showed up with tear stained cheeks and could not even muster up the motivation to practise the most basic spells that auror training had taught her. When she returned home that night almost all the firewhisky had finished running through her system, but now she was simply exhausted and still very sad. She pretended like she had just been working all day on stelth and tracking when her mother told her that there was a letter upstairs for her, from Charlie. Very quickly Tonks got angry and said that she was tired of hearing from him and about him. And she requested that the letter and every other letter was put somewhere she would not have to see him because she was done with the entire situation. Now she could see that her mother did not think it was right to keep them away from her, but Tonks never opened the drawer her mother put them in because she couldn't without breaking it further.

Just looking at the letters reminded her how upset Charlie was when they broke up and how hard he tried to talk to her afterwards, but she was the one who refused. Furthermore, she could see that there were enough letters that he either wrote her every day for the entire summer afterwards or he had written letters to her consistently for at least a year. Without having to open a single one she knew that all this time, Remus had been right. No matter how much Remus and Tonks loved each other, it would be nothing compared to her and Charlie. She mustered up all the courage she could gather and ran to her fire place. Without giving herself time to think she floo'd to Charlie's new flat.

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"Tonks." Charlie stated.

"Charlie." Tonks replied.

Both of them starred at each other for what seemed like hours, eventually Charlie's smile broke her attention and she ran into him, her arms flying around his neck. "I'm sorry, I should have replied, I should have noticed, I should have talked to you. I shouldn't have gotten so angry." She was talking so fast that Charlie could not understand a word.

He laughed, "I have no idea what you're talking about exactly, but-"

Tonks covered his mouth and took a step back from him, "I love you, Charlie Weasley. And I have been acting very daft for much too long. I'm sorry."

His grin made her smile as well, "No apology needed. I love you too."

By the way, I have no idea where this story came from, I came home, turned on my laptop, and started writing. Since it is very late at night, feedback would be even more appreciated than usual. I'm trying that whole just write type of thing.

Thank you,

CL