A/N: Yes, with DH we must have angst. I felt sorry for Tonks in this book, hence I feel the need to write fanfic about her. This was beta-read by the most excellent ladyofthelight101! A special thank you to her, and to everyone who read and reviewed last week!

Ts and Sympathy Time

It was no good. She had to go out and buy a test. Her symptoms were building up slowly - first the obvious one, though she had been through a lot of stress lately. She had tried to ignore it until yesterday, when she had a huge craving for sc in the morning and in the afternoon had a dizzy spell at Bill and Fleur's wedding. Remus was aware of none of these things-she hadn't felt the need to tell him at first, and she had convinced Molly not to go and fetch him after her dizzy spell on the grounds that she had pains from the very thing she was missing.

Unfortunately, after the aforementioned wedding Tonks and Remus had both ended up with Death Eaters on their tail. They were waiting outside, she was sure of this even if she couldn't see them. As such Tonks was at a dilemma for what to do. She wasn't afraid of a fight, but she believed she was pregnant. If she miscarried, no one but her would realise what had happened. It was too painful to think about. Whatever happened though, she needed confirmation, which she could then present to Remus. "I think I'm pregnant" would cause unnecessary worry if she wasn't. This secret within her, whether it was real or not, was tearing her apart when everything that had happened since their marriage had failed to do so.

She was pawing at the windows, watching the bright sunshine in their front garden and the void at the end of it where the protective spells ended. She thought about how she could sneak to the Apothecary. Could she disguise herself as her non-existent brother? But would a man ask an apothecary if a potion could detect a four-week pregnancy? She couldn't disguise herself as one of her parents either...yesterday had shown that they were in as much danger as her and Remus.

Andromeda and Ted Tonks were resting in armchairs, looking paler, older and weaker than she had ever seen them. The torture of yesterday seemed to have drawn the life out of them like juiced fruit. They were sleeping on and off and drinking lots of tea and coffee, probably trying to recover some energy or at least be able to talk. As yet, the only mention of the topic was in the fear and pain that flashed in their faces. Their daughter's fingers were innocently tapping the chair, while one hand rested casually on her stomach, subconsciously responding to what was dominating her thoughts. As for Remus, she didn't know where he was. Probably hiding in their bedroom or attic, avoiding looking at his sickly parents-in-law and his anxious wife, whose hair was its natural brown colour but somehow more lank and mousy.

"I hope you're not thinking of going out." Andromeda said, her voice clear but not as formidable due to her weakness. There was a firmness in her expression but a sadness in her eyes. "I won't let you."

"We can't let them hang around forever." Ted groaned. "Soon we will have to leave the house. We don't have enough food."

"I'll go hungry." Andromeda snapped at him as Dora turned sadly round to face them. "Anything's better than..."

"We can't let them win. Dora's an Auror, in case you'd forgotten." Ted replied, avoiding the subject left unspoken.

"I will never let that happen to her, I don't care if she's an Auror or a samurai. We're not safe, she's not safe."

"Dora, take Remus with you." Ted said, to placate his wife.

"I'd rather Remus went alone." she responded.

Though Dora knew deep down it was really just that they valued her more, a lump came to her throat and her eyes filled with tears. If they couldn't tolerate Remus, how would they tolerate their baby? Would Remus tolerate their baby? What if they weren't even having a baby and all this was for nothing? Did she want one or not?

When she dashed upstairs in fear of bursting into tears, she heard no sound of recognition from her husband. She suddenly felt very alone, baby or no baby. But when she ran into their bedroom, there was an owl waiting for her. She stroked its head with a sad smile before removing the letter.

Dear Remus and Tonks,

I hope you are both safe and well, as are your parents, Tonks. Though Ron has disappeared with Harry and Hermione, we can be certain that the rest of our family is safe. If either of you know what has happened to those three please will you tell us, because I cannot sleep without knowing at least where they are. Once again I hope you both made it out alright, but we are all waiting for news whether good or bad.

Lots of love, Molly (and the others)

Dora let out a little sob. Molly had never ceased to care about her and Remus, even though her family was so big and now even bigger with the Delacours, and their dear home had become a battlefield.

She pulled out a quill and parchment from her bedside table, and began to write a reply.

Dear Molly et al,

I'm glad to know that your family is safe, and please assure them that we all are too, though somewhat shaken to say the least. My parents were tortured, but they are both incredibly strong and I know they will be OK before long. Remus and I are fine, physically anyway. I will tell Remus about Harry's disappearance with Ron and Hermione. I think he probably cares about them as much as you do and I imagine he'll try to find them, though they're brave young adults, Molly, and I have faith in them.

Give everyone our love and tell Bill and Fleur we had a lovely time for the most part at their wedding and that we hope they liked the present we got them.

Love, Tonks (and the others)

She was about to post this when her mind drifted further on the subject of the Weasleys. Ron and Ginny were seventeen and fifteen, meaning they had to have been born in the last war. Unlike the Potters and the Longbottoms, Arthur and Molly had had two babies and lived to tell the tale. If anyone could help her situation, Molly could. She grabbed another piece of paper and a separate envelope, which she addressed with 'Molly' as opposed to 'Everyone':

On a more personal note, Molly, I have a pressing concern I would like to keep secret for the time being. I may have joined the pudding club, if you know what I mean. I don't know yet, but I am almost certain. I know this is something you have experience with (unlike other mothers I've heard about, you survived the last war), so please write back to me soon (especially if you have some form of testing spell). I don't know who else to turn to at the moment, because, well, you can imagine what my parents would say. Thank you in advance.

Tonks

She then watched the small owl fly into the distance, and hoped that it would return with some much needed comfort. She would need more than tea this time...