A/N: This is the first part of a two-part chapter (It was getting long and I don't have enough time to type it all up at once.) It's always interesting how easily I can make long chapters about absolutely nothing! Well, anyway, here for your enjoyment is Fate Willing

Three days passed in a blur of Order messages and meetings. The plan to remove Harry from the Dursleys' had to be foolproof. As that day grew nearer, so did the prospect of death. Maybe it was the fact that she was married, had someone else to live for, or maybe just that the war was becoming more and more dangerous. Either way, Tonks began to feel a sense of foreboding. On the morning of that day, Tonks sat down to write her will. Feeling slightly morbid yet nonetheless prepared to death, she spent two hours writing letters to her loved ones. Inside the letters were specific instructions for the dispersal of her possessions. Some excerpts:

To Ginny Weasley… I leave my CD collection, black coat that I'm probably wearing right now, and nail polish (to be shared with Fleur Delacour and Hermione Granger as needed.) I love you like a sister, Gin, and remember that some things just need time…

To Hermione Granger… I leave my autographed collection of Gilderoy Lockhart's books with the hope that you might find them useful, if only for a laugh or a tissue… Also, my lavender dress that I've never worn. Take care, Hermione, and don't let anyone tell you that you're too young or female to fight!

To Ron Weasley, I leave my Holyhead Harpies poster, signed by the 1976 World Cup winning team. They beat the Chudley Cannons 560-10 in the first round that year, incidentally. Remember what I told you, Ron, about standing by your friends.

Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody may share the contents of the black trunk in my closet, offering them to the Order when necessary. Thank you for all that you taught me and for never giving up, even when I had to retake Stealth training four times.

To Arthur Weasley… I leave my TV, VCR and battery collection to use as you feel fit.

To Molly Weasley, I leave the rug in my living room. The one at the Burrow is a hazard for those of us who weren't given a strong center of gravity. I would also like to express my sincere gratitude for the countless times I imposed my horrendous table manners upon your supper.

To Fred and George Weasley…I leave my shriveled doxy collection. I would like to remind them to never mess with Mrs. Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin because Ginny Weasley is every bit as powerful as you are and I'm sure she would defend my honor. Thank you for the endless amusement you have provided.

I would like to ask Harry Potter to please remove that dangerous umbrella holder from his entry hall, follow his heart, and remember that distancing yourself never helps anyone.

To my parents, I leave my cat Tiger Lily, my dishes to make up for the hundreds I broke, and my Unbreakable Safe which will reset to open once I'm gone. I love you, Mum and Daddy. You taught me so much and made me who I am. I'm sorry that your only daughter took such a dangerous career path, but please know that I wouldn't have it any other way.

I leave my house, money and love to Remus Lupin. (Her letter to him became several pages long and mostly unintelligible but the phrases "I love you" and "love yourself" were repeated often)

Everyone may fight over my remaining possessions.

When she finished, Tonks felt emotionally drained. The realization that she really could die was so much sharper now. She stared at the pile of paper in front of her, barely hearing Lupin come out of the bedroom.

"What have you been up to?" he asked.

"Writing my will."

"Why?"

"It's best to be prepared in case something…goes wrong."

He paled slightly but tried not to show his emotions. "I guess you're right," Lupin said.

"I'm going to put it in my coat and seal the pocket so nothing can get in. If I die, I want you to open it and help find everything, okay?"

"I hate to see you talking like this."

"I'm sorry. But do I have your word that you will follow my requests?"

He hesitated, hands shaking.

"You have my word," Lupin said finally.

"Thank you."

Tonks sealed her will in her coat pocket. She tapped the pocket with her wand, muttering some spells. The pocket was sealed. Her will was safe.

"Great!" said Tonks in a falsely bright tone. "Shall we head over to the Weasleys' now?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Wait, I almost forgot." She walked over to the bed, where Lily was asleep.

"Lily," Tonks whispered, "I might not be coming back. If I don't, Mum and Dad will take care of you. I love you!"

Lily regarded her with a sleepy green eye. Satisfied, Tonks returned to Lupin and together they Apparated to the Burrow. When they arrived, the Weasleys and most of the Order were seated at tables set out on the lawn, eating lunch. Seeing two seats open between Hermione and Mr. Weasley, Lupin and Tonks sat down.

"Wotcher, Hermione!" Tonks said cheerfully.

"Hi, Tonks. How are you?"

"Great, thanks. I'm starved but once I eat, I have something to show you."

She leaned forward to reach one of the sandwich platters, knocking Hermione's drink into her lap.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry!" Tonks said. An embarrassed flush rose to her cheeks.

"Don't worry about it." Hermione waved her wand, and her shorts were soon dry again.

Tonks bit into her sandwich. She took a huge mouthful and nearly choked. Gasping for breath, she sprayed crumbs over the table. Finally, with a huge effort, Tonks managed to swallow the bite.

"Nice one, Nymphie!" Fred called.

"Yeah, we were thinking we might have to liven up this boring lunch. You saved us the hassle!"

"Oh, go bang yourselves!" Tonks called back. Her cheeks were still scarlet, this time from anger.

"Aww, come on. Quit being such a boring, prude old woman, Mrs. Lupin! It was just a joke!"

"Not a very funny one. And don't ever call me Nymphie again!"

Tonks was hurt and angry from their remarks. Without thinking, she stood up and ran inside.

"Well, someone's touchy today!" George commented.

Lupin stood and ran after Tonks.

"Couldn't you lay off her for five minutes?" Hermione asked.

"Come on, Hermione! We were just lightening the mood," Fred answered.

"Yeah, and she hexed us!" George said.

"You deserved it!" Ginny pointed out.

"No, we didn't."

"Yes, you did!" Ron stood up, holding his wand. "If you insult Tonks again, I'll hex you."

Outnumbered, the twins ate in silence.