The first time you run into her outside of the Burrow, you smile at how intertwined your lives have become. It's taken you months to come here, months of therapy, months of trying to work through your feelings and get up the courage to ask George to accompany you and you want to laugh at how none of you are escaping the coming breakdown.
You sit together overlooking the graves and you find yourself talking about Tonks for the first time since you left school, the rebel who had captured your teenage heart and soul. You tell them, with tears in your eyes, about how excited you were for Romania, how callously you agreed to go without thinking of Dora at all, how quickly your relationship deteriorated after that. That it took years for you to realize why she stopped writing; how sorry you will always be that she had to fight to be loved. She tells you how much she misses Remus's quiet presence, how willing he had always been to answer her questions and forward her inquisitive mind, how worried she is that she'll not find that acceptance anywhere else. You don't think either of you expect much from George and your heart breaks as he starts to stutter through what he wants to say – how tired he was of being Fred's keeper, of keeping his darker humour at bay, how much he hates that the only thing anyone can see when they look at him is Fred. You sit together and you feel your grief dissipate the longer you stay, feel closer to your sibling and old friend than you have in years. "We should take everyone and clean up the shop," you say, heart soaring as you take her hand in yours and sling an arm around your brother's shoulders, tears streaming down your face.