So, a *slightly* more upbeat AU.
Slightly.
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I do want to warn people: I intend this story to last for decades(in story, not like OUR lives)
Which means that I might take a skip at some point once the werewolf arch is over, and visit different character lives, different conflicts, etc-
This includes weddings and next gen kids! Yay!
(warning: non canon couplings might-will- happen)
I don't know how many people are reading this still but I'd love some reviews, they fuel me.
Thanks so much for everyone who has reviewed so far!
"If the Count of Monte Cristo had been for a long time familiar with the ways of Parisian society, he would have appreciated better the significance of the step which M. de Villefort had taken. Standing well at court, whether the king regnant was of the older or younger branch, whether the government was doctrinaire liberal, or conservative; looked upon by all as a man of talent, since those who have never experienced a political check are generally so regarded; hated by many, but warmly supported by others, without being really liked by anybody, M. de Villefort held a high position in the magistracy, and maintained his eminence like a Harlay or a Mole. His drawing-room, under the regenerating influence of a young wife and a daughter by his first marriage, scarcely eighteen, was still one of the well-regulated Paris salons where the worship of traditional customs and the observance of rigid etiquette were carefully maintained. A freezing politeness, a strict fidelity to government principles, a profound contempt for theories and theorists, a deep-seated hatred of ideality, — these were the elements of private and public life displayed by M. de Villefort." She read quietly, the book propped open on her knees as she used one hand to flip the pages while she had her other arm wrapped around his head, her hand covering his eyes so that the dim light of the lamp beside the bed wouldn't hurt his still-sensitive eyes. He had one arm behind her, one arm over her stomach, his hands clasped on her other side, his head resting against her shoulder.
"Have I ever told you that your voice is incredibly soothing?" Remus asked.
"No, you have not, but I appreciate it, considering I'm sure I'm mispronouncing some of these words."
"You're not, don't worry." He said with a small laugh. "I'd tell you if you were."
"Oh, I know you would." She said. "Are you tired?"
"I'm always tired.''
"I know." She said quietly. "Potions will do that." She set the book down on the nightstand, turning off the lamp and finally taking her other hand away from his eyes. "Try to get some sleep, love." She said, giving him a slow kiss.
"I will as long as you're not going anywhere." Remus said when she pulled away. He shifted over to his pillow, and she slid over to lay her head on his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere, don't worry." She said as he tightened an arm around her.
"You know, I never imagined I'd be here."
"What do you mean by 'here'?" Tonks asked. "Blind, with a pregnant wife?"
"Well, I suppose that is true, I didn't ever imagine being blind. However, I meant 'here', married with a son sleeping in the next room and a wife pregnant with a second child. I never imagined I get married, let alone have children- and as my luck would have it, I'm unable to see my wife or children."
"It'll be fixed.'' Tonks said. "I'm sure it will. Or we could always just try to get you glasses. They may help-"
"Not if it was dark magic."
"It doesn't hurt to try, Remus." She said. "Besides, I think you'd be very handsome with glasses."
"I believe you've said that many times, about different things-"
"Only about you." Tonks said, pressing a kiss to Remus' collarbone. "Although, you're incredibly handsome all the time."
"I believe you're biased."
The next morning, she woke up and lay quietly, listening to Remus' gentle breathing. She rolled over, looking towards the clock and was surprised to see it was nearly eleven- why hadn't her mother woken her? Why hadn't she heard Teddy cry this morning?
She rose from bed slowly, turning to look down at Remus. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, compared to how he always seemed to be stressed about something while awake. She slipped from the room quietly, making it halfway down the hallway before a wave of nausea hit her.
So much for feeling better, she thought as she dashed into the bathroom just in time to empty her stomach. When the horrible experience was over, she cleared the mess from the toilet and straightened up slowly to move to the sink, cupping water in her hands to rinse her mouth. As she spat the water out, she paused as she stared at her reflection.
"You've got to be kidding me." She said, staring at the dark magenta curls and mismatched eyes. "Again?"
She tried to focus on dropping it, but she knew it wouldn't matter. It faded on its own before, she'd have to let it fade on its own again.
He woke slowly and, at first, the room was as he expected- blurry. He sat up slowly and to his amazement, the room seemed to come into focus. He looked next to him, and saw his watch sitting on his nightstand. He picked it up, smiling slowly when he found he was able to read the small numbers.
He rose from the bed, heading for the bedroom door. It was nice- for the first time in nearly two weeks, he didn't need someone to help him. He made his way downstairs, and paused at the kitchen door.
She didn't hear him, so he stood silently and watched her for a few moments. Her hair was curly and dark pink, and she was staring down at the counter, tapping her fingers on the surface. He was sure if he could see her face, she'd have a slight frown. He couldn't but smile every time he saw his mother's ring on her finger- and the fact he hadn't seen this sight for a long while only made it more amazing. This was his wife.
He approached silently, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on the very small- but slightly noticeable- bump, earning a gasp.
She stood at the counter, staring down at the vial of potion she had been about to take upstairs to Remus. Truthfully, she wanted to let him sleep a while longer. She didn't want to let Remus know she wasn't feeling well this morning again- he'd become concerned, even though he knew it was normal.
Her mother had taken Teddy with her for a visit to the Burrow, and Tonks definitely didn't mind. She loved Teddy, she really did, but she also enjoyed the small breaks she got courtesy of her mother and Molly. She had already sent a letter to Harry, inviting him over this evening.
She felt his arms wrap around her waist and gasped. "What are you doing?" She asked. When had he woken up? "Remus, you could have fallen down the stairs-"
"Your hair is dark pink and curly, and I'm sure when you turn around, your eyes will be the same dark blue as the tshirt you're wearing." He said, resting his chin on her shoulder. "And according to my watch, I've been watching you stand here for three minutes, doing nothing- so I assume you've been thinking, or you're not feeling well- because you also look a little pale."
She grinned. "What if I turn around and my eyes are green?" She asked.
"Then, one of us would be a liar." He said, lifting his head as she turned to face him, but she closed her eyes as she turned. "Open your eyes, love, prove me right."
She laughed quietly, and then opened her eyes and he sighed- because one was blue, one was green.
"You changed them." He accused lightly.
"I actually didn't. I can't get them to be the same colour again. If I change the blue one to green, the green changes to blue. I simply can't make them the same colour today."
"Try dropping it, then?" Remus asked and she scowled.
"Obviously I've tried that, you dolt! They'll change on their own, they did before." She said, but then she smiled again. "I suppose the potions worked."
"The potions worked." He said with a small nod. "It was a curse after all."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. "I'm so relieved." She said quietly. "I was so scared, I wasn't sure what we were going to do."
He nodded. "I know."
"I would have stayed with you, you know, but we'd probably have to permanently live with Mum-"
"I happen to know you'd rather cut your wand arm off than have that happen again." Remus said gently. "As soon as this werewolf thing is over, we'll be on our own again, I promise."
"Well, you and I have never really been on our own, but it'll just be us and the kids-"
"If you ever want, I'm sure we could get your mother to watch Teddy for a while so we can spend time alone-"
"Technically we still wouldn't be alone." She said, gesturing to her stomach. "But I don't mind, Remus, we're a family."
"And it's normal if you want a break." Remus said. "Even from me, Dora. I mean it, you need anything, just tell me."
"Anything?" She asked, and he nodded. "I need breakfast."
He chuckled. "Well, it's the least I can do for you, after everything you've ever done for me."