So, idk, here's an author's note.
She was here. Ginny had said so. With every body and every injured person brought it, Remus felt the chance of him seeing her was growing stronger. She was out there, she was possibly dead or injured. Any second, he'd see her.
There was Colin Creevey, dead.
There was Arthur Weasley, dead.
He spent the hour trying to help heal those with injuries- and he supposed that was where his condition came in useful. He had to know a lot of healing spells, especially when he had lived one. But he was still bothered by the fact the patronus had not gone when he needed it to. Part of him wanted to go and search for her, but he also had to help here. There was a group searching the castle, there was a group helping to heal the injured, and there were the mourners. Molly had busied herself helping with the injuries, as if she didn't want to see Arthur right now.
Remus couldn't blame her, it was a horrible loss. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel if someone brought in Tonks next, if she was as mangled as Arthur.
There was a commotion just outside the Entrance Hall. Groups of survivors slowly moved towards where Neville and a few others stood.
"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort's voice rang out.
No, no, no! Remus' mind was racing. Harry, dead? He could see Harry in Hagrid's arm and felt sick. No, this was wrong.
It had been chaos, and Remus was exhausted. The shock that Harry had died, and the shock that Harry wasn't actually dead- it left Remus confused. He'd have to ask Harry what had really happened, but for now, there was more important things.
The castle had to be searched, properly, for people that were known to be at the battle but hadn't been seen since before the hour of peace. The bodies had to be claimed by family members. The Death Eaters and Voldemort had been placed in a classroom, separate from where the other dead had been placed. Within minutes of Voldemort's death, the Ministry's Aurors and various Magical Law Enforcement workers had shown up to arrest the surviving Death Eaters.
Kingsley was clearly exhausted, but it hadn't taken long for him to be named Minister of Magic, and he was trying to get Ministry positions filled that had been emptied by the war and was relying on other Order members to organise the search of the castle.
With a few students with him, they were searching corridors on the ground floor. There was a large pool of dried blood with footsteps leading away from it. There was the spot, near the collapsed wall, where Colin Creevey had been found.
But now that there was a little more light, he noticed something he hadn't before. The wall's collapse blocked the width of the corridor, and Dean and Seamus were able to crawl over the stones to search the other side of the corridor. Near the debris, Remus spotted a wand. It could have been Colin's, that would have made sense- this was near where Colin had died. When he reached down and picked it up, he froze, staring at it. It was Dora's.
His heart was racing. She had to be nearby.
"Professor! We've got someone!" Dean called from the other side of the debris.
"One of our lot?" Remus asked, pocketing Dora's wand.
"Not sure, never seen her before-"
Remus, surprising even himself, crawled over the fallen wall. Despite the pain that beginning to seep into his bones, he managed it, even if he did nearly stumble when he reached the other side. He straightened up, practically shoving Seamus out of the way.
It was her. She was half buried by the rocks, the side of her head bleeding. He looked to Dean and Seamus. "It's Dora- she's my wife- help me move these." He said, and they moved quickly. It felt like it took too long, but he didn't want to use magic, he worried that levitating one stone out of the way would bring down another bit of the pile.
Finally, he was able to pull her out. He sat there, clutching her to his chest. "Dora, can you hear me?" He begged, using his sleeve to try to wipe blood from her head. She was breathing, he noticed, and he felt momentarily relieved.
"There's a way back to the Great Hall this way, right?" Remus asked, scooping her up and gesturing down the corridor where it wasn't blocked. It was more a rhetorical question, most of the corridors led back to the main corridors and the Great Hall.
"Go on, we'll meet up with the others and keep searching." Dean said, turning down the opposite corridor with Seamus.
Remus carried her carefully towards the Great Hall, where there would be Healers from St Mungo's helping with the other injuries. As soon as he arrived, he was all but shoved aside by Healers.
It was then he realised. Andromeda would be home, alone, with Teddy- unaware of anything that was going on. She probably didn't even know Voldemort was dead.
Remus approached one of the Healers leaning over Tonks. "Please, just tell me if she'll be alright?" Remus asked.
"She should be fine." The Healer responded. "A few days in St Mungo's, she should be fine."
"Thank you." Remus said, feeling immensely relieved. He walked away, heading towards the courtyard. He focused on the thought that both he and Dora survived, that they were both alive, and the war was over. The wolf appeared, and vanished to send his message.