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Ch. 11 – Nightmare

Sometime around noon, Remus and Tonks were in their room, enjoying each other's company. Perhaps a little too much. Suddenly, the door burst open and in came Harry, most likely to fetch them for lunch.

As soon as Harry had opened the door, he covered his eyes quickly and saying, "Aaaah, I'm sorry, very sorry…. Um… lunch is ready," and he ran hurriedly out of the door, making sure to close it as he went.

Furious, Tonks asked Remus, "Don't people know how to knock?"

"Well, I can hardly believe that he meant to come and see that."

"I hope not. That would be rather perverted."

Remus had to laugh a bit before asking, "So, is the moment ruined for you? Because it certainly is for me."

"Oh yeah, Harry totally destroyed it by walking in. How about we go get some lunch? We can pick up on this later."

"Sounds good."

Remus and Tonks left the room and went down stairs, Tonks making sure to let Remus go down first. And as he did so, he realized just how much the marbles had freaked her out. She wouldn't have just been scared of hurting herself. She was scared of losing her baby that she had kept secret.

They were outside of the door leading downstairs to the kitchen when Tonks motioned for Remus to stop. She cupped her hand around her ear and pointed to the door. He got what she meant. They could hear voices coming from the kitchen.

Ginny was saying, "So they were having—"

"No," Harry stopped her from finishing her thoughts, "they were just snogging. But I do think that they were headed in that direction."

"You think they would have learned a lesson."

Ron inputted, "Well, Tonks can't exactly get more pregnant than she already is."

Ginny said, "Well, besides the fact that Harry needs to learn how to knock, I don't see a problem with it."

This time, it was Hermione's voice they heard, "So you don't care that they are—"

But Dylan interrupted her. "Are you aware that they're listening to everything you guys are saying? They're right outside the door."

"Could you see something happening?" Ron curiosly asked.

"No, I can just sense their minds nearby and hear their thoughts much more clearly than normal. And I decided to stop you from saying what you were saying, because Tonks is rather pissed off at the moment."

As if on cue, Tonks came storming through the door and brushed rudely past Harry. Remus followed after her, giving Harry a stern yet apologetic look.

Lunch was rather awkward between everyone, except, of course, between the twins who were whispering quietly to each other at one end of the table. Concerning everybody else, there was only forced polite conversation until Mr. Weasley asked Tonks and Remus, "So you two made up?"

They nodded their heads in response, both too busy shoving food into their mouths to actually reply.

Ron whispered to Harry, "Made up? More like made out." It was quiet enough to be inaudible to Arthur, but Tonks still heard the comment.

"I think there should be a new rule added to Molly's list. Always knock!" Tonks suggested as she looked directly at Harry.

"Oh, trust me," he said with full sincerity, "I will never make that mistake again!"

"Good, because it is rather annoying when people butt in where they don't belong," Tonks said, this time giving Hermione a death glare that would effectively sap the life out of almost anybody.

Hermione asked, "Are you referring to me and my helping—"

"Helping?" Tonks interrupted her with a shout. "Why, I ought to—"

"What are you going to do? Poke me with your useless wand?"

"Useless? It was just… that was just a fluke! I can do magic, still."

"No, you can't, and you very well know it. When a witch becomes pregnant, she begins to slowly lose control of her magic until she has none left at all."

"None?… but… I WILL NOT LOSE CONTROL OF MY MAGIC!" Tonks yelled, as if saying it so forcefully would make it true.

"Tonks, calm down," Remus attempted to comfort her.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? How can you say that? I mean… but… MY MAGIC!"

The twins were finding this outburst quite entertaining. Fred said, "Wow, that's going to suck."

"Yeah, have fun with that," George agreed.

"Shut up, you two!" the furious Tonks shouted.

"What are you going to do…" Fred began.

"…Poke us with your wand?" George finished.

"No," Remus growled, "but I can do much more with my wand. Now do as she asked and please shut up."

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley came running into the kitchen and asked, "What is all of the screaming about?"

"Well, first Harry walked in on them about to have sex—"

"Thank you, Dylan," Remus interrupted, "but we don't need an entire recap."

"Remus and Tonks," Mrs. Weasley joined the shouting, "I don't want you two sleeping in the same room any longer!"

"Well, we are, Molly, because Tonks is losing her magic and she needs me to protect her."

"I am trying to raise my children with good morals and I can't do that with you two sleeping in the same room without being married. And by the way, when will that be?"

"Well, we're not," Tonks explained.

"You're not getting married?"

The argument went on and on and the teenagers were quick to finish their meals and run off to escape the entourage of screams. Fred and George were quite enjoying the fact that their mother had found some new people to yell at.

The argument ended temporarily when Tonks marched out of the door, tired with all of the yelling.

They spent the afternoon in Remus' room, taking refuge from the rest of the world. Somehow, the topic of Tonks' job came up.

"You should owl the ministry and inform them that you can't come to work for a while," Remus suggested.

"But why would I do that?"

"You don't have any magic! And when you do have it, it'll be extremely unreliable. Somehow, I don't think being an Auror is such a good idea when you have no magic!"

"I'll figure something out. I'm not the kind of girl to sit and wait for my man to come home. And I love my job. I've worked so hard to get this far, I don't want to give it all up so soon."

"I understand that, Tonks, but do you not realize how dangerous being an Auror is? And not to mention when your magic is sporadic? You could get hurt. You could harm the baby. You could die. I can't let that happen. I promised you that I wouldn't let it happen and I'm not going to let it happen."

That seemed to pacify Tonks for a time, but she never fully agreed to quit her job.

They ate dinner in Remus' room to escape Molly for a time, going back downstairs only when they deemed it safe. However, it still wasn't.

Molly was quick on the uptake of the debate. Tonks took the blunt of the argument once again, and while Remus attempted to rescue her more than once, Molly cut him off each time and began yelling at Tonks again.

Finally, Remus shouted, "I don't care what you think, Molly! Tonks is sleeping in my room, and that's that." And he pulled Tonks up from her chair where she was struggling to stay awake, helping her upstairs to their room where they could finally rest from the trials of this never-ending day.

Remus howled as the full moon shone brightly through the curtains of the window. He only had a small margin of control over his mind and body, less than when he usually took the Wolfsbane potion, but more than when he did not. Perhaps his potion had been made poorly this time..

There were only brief flashes when he noticed what he was doing, at other times, the werewolf within him completely consumed him. Remus was aware enough to notice that he had no idea where he was. However, it seemed like an inhabited place, rather than the usual safe places that he took his transformations. The realization was enough to strike fear in him, however, the werewolf quickly took over with a thrill of ecstasy.

He was oblivious to his actions for some time, before suddenly, he was seeing clearly through his eyes. And yet, he was unable to control his actions. It was a very eerie feeling.

Then, he noticed that he was in a bedroom of some sort. His sense of smell had been tingling for quite some time now, and he realized why as he looked around the room. To his ears came the quiet sound of slow breathing. The breathing of someone sleeping. There was someone in the bed.

But there was another sound, too. It was a faint sound coming from a corner of the room. Silently padding over towards it, Remus saw a bassinet in the light of the moon. He was struck with a bout of recognization as a sudden thought came into his head: That's my child.

But he didn't attack it. It had a familiar smell coming from it, more than just the smell of human flesh. It was the smell of a fellow werewolf. He was afraid to look into the bassinet, afraid of what he would see. But he couldn't control his muscles, they refused to obey the small portion of his mind that remained untainted. He was forced to peer into the bassinet, and upon doing so, he saw a sight that seared deep into his brain. His child was a werewolf, struggling forcefully with the bonds that tied it to its bed.

As if compelled by some unknown force, the person on the bed jolted upright, as wide awake as they would be in the middle of the day. With his enhanced eyesight, Remus could clearly tell that the person on the bed was the one and only Tonks.

Taking both him and her by surprise, the werewolf in Remus attacked Tonks. He could feel his sharp teeth and claws sinking into her warm flesh. There was nothing he could do to stop himself. He was completely powerless against the depths of his own body.

Tonks fought back with an amount of strength far beyond that of what she looked to have. She was fighting for her life, for her child's life, for her husband's life. But she was no match for a werewolf.

Eventually, she stopped moving. Inside himself, the real Remus was screaming, on and on, screaming as if the world had ended, for in his mind, it had. There was no world for him without Tonks in it.

While he was blind with rage and pain, his body jumped over the still form of Tonks to untie his baby from the crib. Howling with joy, the werewolf in Remus ran outside into the night to raise his werewolf child as a beacon of terror.

Remus instantly sat up, sweat pouring down him as he shook violently with the memories of his dream. He could feel Tonks' reassuring and life-filled body sleeping right beside him. He looked at himself to convince his mind that he was in human form before looking out the open window that showed only a pale sliver of moon in the clear, night sky.

With a shaky sigh, he carefully got out of bed to stand by the window, as if to continuously reassure himself that it was, indeed, not a full moon. The cold air buffeting him from the open window made him shiver even more, so he retrieved his cloak from his dresser.

He had been staring out the window for quite a while before he heard movement behind him. Turning, he saw Tonks sitting up.

"Remus," she said quietly to him, "are you all right?"

"Yeah…yeah, I'm okay. Why are you up?"

"You woke me up, it's all right, though."

"Sorry. You need your rest, go back to sleep."

Tonks looked him in the eye for a few minutes, looking almost as scared as Remus felt.

Finally, he had to say, "I'm not going anywhere, you'll be fine. Now please, sweetheart, go back to sleep."

"No, I'll stay with you."

And Tonks walked in front of Remus, blocking him from the window. She pulled his arms around her waist, put her arms around his neck, and stood there staring at him. Just staring.

Remus was quite content to just stare back at her, but finally, he said, "You really shouldn't. You need your rest."

But the look she gave him clearly defied his orders. With a slight smile, Remus pulled his cloak from his shoulders and put it around her to protect her from the cold night air.

"Thanks," she said, "But really, I'm fine. You're the one who had the nightmare."

"How did you—"

"You were shaking terribly. It was shaking the entire bed. You were definitely having a nightmare. Are you all right?"

Wrapping his arms around Tonks' waist once more, Remus kissed her lightly.

"I am now."