She awoke the following morning feeling rather stiff and cold. She glanced down her body and found that she hadn't even bothered to put a blanket over herself the previous evening. She slowly sat up, feeling a slight pain in her stomach again, and glanced at the clock. It was already 11am and she was rather surprised that she had slept for that long. She guessed that maybe there had still been some anaesthetic in her blood and the water had washed it down, making her sleepy or something.

She got up and padded through to the kitchen, pouring herself another glass of water and then taking her tablets once more. She then realised she was still wearing the same clothing she had been wearing when she had gone to the hospital and she sighed, heading through to her bedroom instead to get changed into something a little less thought provoking. She doubted she would ever wear those clothes again because they would only remind her of that day.

She was then going to try and get herself something to eat as she hadn't eaten since the operation when there was a knock at the door. She frowned, having expected to be left alone for several more days before anyone would notice she was gone.

She headed back the way she had come towards the kitchen again and opened the door, finding the person she had least expected to see standing there in front of her. Severus Snape. "What are you doing here?" she asked, sounding rather grumpier than she had ever sounded previously when around the man in front of her.

He frowned at the way she spoke, knowing instantly that something was wrong, especially when she avoided eye contact with him as it made it seem even more as though she was hiding something, "May I come in?" he asked, deciding not to speak to her on the doorstep as he was going to when he first arrived. She moved backwards, letting him inside and closing the door behind him, "What's wrong?" he asked as soon as the door was closed.

"Nothing," she replied, still avoiding eye contact at all costs. "I'm fine," she added, glancing up at him and hoping he wouldn't notice she had been crying. He was far too clever to have not noticed, though.

"What's wrong?" he repeated, "I'm not an idiot, Tonks. I know you're not okay. Tell me." It wasn't a request, it was a demand.

She shook her head adamantly, though. She simply replied, "You wouldn't understand. Why are you here?" she asked again, unwilling to talk about it so desperately trying to change the subject.

"Nobody's seen Remus since Christmas Day and we wondered if you'd seen him," Severus replied as he watched her every move for some sort of clue as to what was wrong.

"Haven't seen him," she replied, her mind now whirring even faster than it had been previously. She hoped he was alright, though, "Wasn't a full moon by any chance?" she asked as she hadn't kept up with the moons recently.

"No," Severus replied simply. "It's not for a few days," he added, looking a little more concerned now. Tonks always knew when the full moons were and she certainly wasn't herself. He wasn't going to mention it any more, though, because she obviously had a lot on her mind. "If you decide you do want to talk, send me an owl, okay?" he said, looking at her and waiting for a reply.

Tonks was rather surprised that he had even made that offer but she nodded, "Okay," she said. "If I hear from Remus I'll let you know as well," she added and opened the door for him again. He was soon gone into the snow outside and she closed the door, turning and leaning on it, then slowly sliding to the floor and putting her head on her knees and beginning to cry again. Why did it always happen like this? Never one bad thing, always several at a time.