Hello everyone! This isn't very long, but I really wanted to update before I leave town for the weekend. This is somewhat inspired by the song "Night Terrors" by Laura Marling. It is a great song and I think it fits Remus and Tonks really well. Unfortunately I cannot title this chapter "Night Terrors" because there is already and early chapter that I used that name for. Well, this is what happens when you make it up as you go :) I hope you enjoy!

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For the third night in a row, Tonks awoke to Remus tossing and turning and crying out in his sleep. While wolfsbane was a Godsend in many ways, sometimes in high doses it caused horrible nightmares. Remus was on a very high dose.

Tonks couldn't stand hearing him suffer like that. She rolled over and shook him awake. His eyes flew open and searched the room frantically. His breath was coming in short pants and he was damp with sweat. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself flush with his side to stop his thrashing.

"Shhh," she whispered, "It was just a dream. You're fine."

Gradually, his breathing evened out and he relaxed into her embrace. "I'm sorry I woke you up again. I really should sleep on the couch."

"We had this discussion before and my answer has not changed. You are not leaving this bed unless you really don't want to sleep next to me."

"You need to get your rest. You have work..."

"I am fine. Don't forget I am not so far from my party all night and go straight to training days. If I could do that several years ago, I would think I am more than capable of waking up during the night a few times to lie awake beside my husband. If I was having problems, I would tell you."

This was a lie, of course. She would not say anything that would add to his burden. As a matter of fact, Kingsley had been noticing her fatigue, and others surely had as well. The combination of work, Order guard duty, and caring for two ailing werewolves without a solid night's sleep was wearing on her. She did not regret any of it, and would not push any of it off on someone else even if she could. Complaining would not make it better in the slightest, so she really did not see the point in saying anything.

"You've never told me about your nightmares. Do you think it would help if you did?" She asked him.

He was quiet for a long moment and Tonks had begun to wonder if he had fallen back to sleep before he said, "No, they are not something you need to worry about."

"Don't be ridiculous," she admonished, "If it worries you, it worries me. We share our burdens; it's called marriage. Please... tell me."

Remus sighed deeply. "They are different most nights. Some I had before the Ministry took me."

"Which ones are those?"

"The ones where I wake up from my transformation and realize that I have killed someone I love. I see your body, and Keira's, and Sirius'…"

"That isn't going to happen. You are always careful, and we all know how to be careful as well. You won't hurt Keira because she is your cub. Sirius is an Animagus, so no worries there, and I pride myself on being a somewhat intelligent woman, Remus, so I can guess the full moon is not the best time to cuddle with a werewolf." He snorted in response, but didn't question her logic.

"So, what about the new ones?" she pressed.

"I dream of Azkaban, the cold, the dark, the hopelessness… The physical abuse—and there was a great deal of it—was nothing, nothing, compared to the psychological terror of dementors. I don't think I will forget the emptiness I felt for as long as I live. The things they made me see… Dora, I… I think I'd rather die than go back there."

Tonks brushed away the tears rolling down his cheek. She pulled herself even closer to him and laid her head on his chest. The constricting feeling around her heart was exactly the reason she had never told him about the decision she made after seeing Frank and Alice. She knew Azkaban, though, and she didn't blame him. From what she had heard, the werewolves were treated worse than the normal convict.

"You know," she whispered, "If somebody wants you, they are going to have to fight me."

"Well that's the problem, isn't it?" he laughed humorlessly, "I'm never alone there, am I?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled.

"They catch us," he said simply, "The Ministry finds out about our marriage or you get caught buying something for me off the black market. They take Keira away and arrest us both. I am powerless to help either of you. She is crying and you are hurt and swearing because, no, you didn't go down without a fight. They drag you both away from me. Somehow, we always end up in cells in Azkaban right across from one another. We can't touch or talk to each other. All we can do is sit and watch each other waste away."

"That isn't going to happen," she assured him, "We are careful. Everyone I work with thinks Kingsley and I are having at it like rabbits every time we are alone in his office. The only ones who know are in the Order. Is there anyone there that you think would betray us? Our lives are in their hands in more ways than this, so I should hope not."

"No," he said, "I trust everyone in the Order with my life. Things just always seem to have a way of going wrong…"

"What can I say to stop your worrying?"

"Promise me that if they do come to take me, you will let them. Blame me. Tell them I threatened you into marriage."

Tonks felt her gut twist painfully. "You know I can't do that. That would mean the Kiss for you, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. I suppose all I can promise that I will be by your side through everything, but only because I want to be. No matter how bad things are, you won't have to face it alone."

He wiped away tears on her cheeks she didn't even realize she was crying. "See, now I have upset you. I am sorry, Dora. I shouldn't have said anything. You are right. It is ridiculous."

"Remus, I want you to tell me everything, good and bad. I meant what I said. You are not alone. I want you to trust me to be able to handle it."

"Of course I trust you, Dora. I just want you to be happy."

"And I want the same for you. Everything needs to work both ways. We need to lean on each other, or we'll both fall apart."

"I suppose you are right."

"I know I am," she smiled tiredly and kissed him on the cheek, "I also know it is time for us to be asleep. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Dora," he answered. They held each other close until they both slipped off to sleep.

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