Day 11: Wearing Kigurumi (full bodied costumes). From what I've seen there are two kinds of these things. Some of them are kind of cute, like animal styled onesies. Then there are the other type, sort of like school mascot costumes, but made to look like people... kind of anime style. To be frank the second type freaks the heck out of me. So this chapter got dark (if I did it right).

Anyway, thank you for the delightful response and please enjoy.

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It was dark. There was a murky black misty curling around her ankles and rising to block her vision.

Immediately she reached for her wand, but it was not in its usual position at her hip. In fact, her hip was not in its usual position. Her entire body was amorphous, malleable and oozing like goo. From somewhere deep within the slime, her heart beat painfully.

She screwed up the place where her eyes should be, trying to bring back the concentrated tingly feeling that accompanied her morphing. Her mud-like body bulged outward, and shrunk inward, but refused to become something normal.

What had gone wrong? Was it Bellatrix? Had her mad aunt finally caught her and put her under some dark curse? She knew Bellatrix liked to play with her food before she ate it. This would certainly be a pleasurable torture for her aunt.

Tonks tried to keep her breath calm, but it came out in short gasps. "Remus?" She called out. The last thing she remembered was going to bed at his side. "Mum?" What if Bellatrix had gotten into the house and had killed everyone inside… "Somebody?" Then she saw another figure on the black horizon. It was a grotesque satire of a wolf, with a weighty bulbous head, and cartoonish limbs. A low growl rose from the wolf's throat. "Remus?" Tonks wondered. The cardboard ears twitched in recognition. This didn't make any sense. He lunged at her, and she automatically started running. Or she tried to. Her melting body was not able to move very quickly. She was swore she was leaving bits of herself trailing behind… The fake wolf snapped playful at where her heels should be. Tonks thought she might start crying. If Remus was in that suit, she wanted him out.

And all of a sudden the world grew still.

There was no sound in the chilly air.

Tonks stood still, dripping onto the dirt as she stared at what might be her husband. He had fallen to the ground, screeching in horror as he tore at his face, desperately trying to rip off his own head. Inexplicably she knelt down and tried to help him. Again, her body was not much good, but she tried her best. However, no matter how they pulled, the bulky costume stayed firmly encasing him. What had become of them? Her melting arms curled around her body, and she prayed against all odds that this curse (or whatever it was), would not injure the baby.

Then in a flash she in St. Mongos. The healers were ordering her to "Push!" She was squeezing the wolf's hand as she screamed. Out of her sludge came her child. He was stuck in a wolf custom, like his father—yet at the same time he was melting into a shapeless mess.

The new mother continued to scream at the sight of her child—

"Dora! Dora what's wrong?" Remus was shaking her awake. His face was completely normal, lovable silver scars and all. She cupped his cheek and smiled weakly.

"Just a nightmare," she answered hoarsely.

Remus put his hand on top of hers. "You sounded like you were in pain," he said, his eyes darting around to check every inch of her. She slid her hands down, pinching and poking at her skin. It was solid, human skin. Could she still change it? Her forehead wrinkled as she morphed her hair into turquoise curls. She let out a breath of relief. "What was your dream about it?" Remus questioned, his expression torn between concern and curiosity.

"It will make you upset."

"Well, it obviously did a number on you. You'll feel better if you tell me."

"Ngh," Tonks made a noncommittal sound.

"I insist," Remus said, stroking her curls out of her face.

"…Okay." She told him.

As she expected he hid his face in his hands. "It's similar to what I was thinking when I left," he winced. "That I might be dooming my child to a gruesome half-life." His shame was palpable. It floated in the air between them and left a horrible taste in her mouth.

"And why did you come back?" Tonks asked, tugging on his sleeve.

"I've told you before."

"Right now, I need to hear you say it again."

Remus leaned his chin into the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her. "Dora, you taught me to judge people by the goodness of their hearts and the strength of their convictions. With someone like you raising him, our son will be noble, and endlessly stubborn. He will make me better just like you are doing now."

"I think it's you who's making me better," Tonks corrected him. She pushed him down, her head resting against his chest. Remus chuckled.

"Well it's good for things to be mutual," he said lightly. She did not answer. The warmth of his body and his voice was all ready lulling her back to sleep. "Goodnight my Dora."

When Tonks opened her eyes this time she was perfectly aware it was a dream. Oh, but what a beautiful dream. The startlingly bright sun, and the swaying grass beckoned them inward. She gripped her husband's hand on one side, her son's hand on the other, and the three of them ran into the distance.

Together they disappeared into the light.

So yep. That happened. Don't know if that made much sense, but it was supposed to be kind of wonky. Anyway, thank you again for the great continued response.

The next prompt will be 'making out.' Dammit I'm still trying to get this kissing thing down!