"I think this is the universe's way of telling us something, Remus," Tonks called from their bedroom.

A muffled sound was made in response.

"What was that?"

Where were her earrings? She could have sworn that they were right there.

A louder muffled sound came from the bathroom.

"Remus, I can't hear you."

She heard the bathroom door open and footsteps. Remus appeared in the doorway with his toothbrush in his mouth and suds falling down his chest. His bare chest. Mmm. Nice.

"I shaid-" he began and then held his finger up and walked back out of the room.

She heard him spitting out his toothpaste and turning the tap on to rinse the sink. He returned to the room, very much shirtless.

"What were you saying about the uni-"

Now it was Tonks' turn to hold up a finger to stop him talking. He gave her a confused look.

"Remus, if you want me to pay attention to whatever you are saying you will have to put on a shirt."

Remus looked down at his bare chest and back up at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm being serious," she said.

His lovely, bare, chiselled chest was far too distracting and she would not be held responsible for any of her reactions if it remained uncovered. And he knew he was self-conscious about them but the scars just accentuated all of this in her opinion. They stood for Remus' strength to her.

He smirked at her but thankfully grabbed his shirt and put it on.

The dress shirt wasn't much of an improvement to her attention span unfortunately. She could still see the broadness of his chest. Right. Focus, Tonks. Focus.

"What were you saying about the universe?" He prompted.

"What? Oh, oh yeah." She stumbled over her words much to his amusement. "I mean, we didn't want to do the whole big wedding thing but the universe is making us suffer by having to go to a big wedding."

And she meant big. A Weasley wedding would always be big but this was also big in the way of fanciness if Fleur was to be believed.

"You really don't like weddings, do you?" Remus checked.

Tonks shook her head. "Nope. Told you. I hate all the fuss."

"Speaking of fuss, what are you doing with your hair today?" He asked as he tied his tie.

"I was thinking blonde or light brown," she replied, flicking her hair between those two colours. She made sure her hair wasn't too blonde, she had the unfortunate tendency to look like a younger (and let's be honest here, better looking) Narcissa Malfoy when she did that and didn't morph her face too much.

"Blonde looks good," Remus offered his advice. "Looks best with your dress."

Tonks turned around to check herself out in the mirror and had to agree.

"Blonde it is."

That was really all she had to do, except for some quick makeup which was done as Remus tried to find his shoes. Why they were in the bathroom neither of them knew but at least they found them. Yes, Tonks found them by nearly falling into the toilet but still. They were ready and they were on time.

A quick apparition later, they were both at the Burrow. Remus offered her his arm and they walked into the madness.

Literally madness. There were so many redheads. How were they supposed to pick out the ones they knew?

"Remus! Tonks!" Arthur greeted them, a massive smile on his face. "Glad you could come!"

"Wouldn't miss it," Remus assured him.

"Everything looks great," Tonks complimented.

Somehow that made Arthur beam even wider.

"Everything turned out perfectly. Everyone should be around somewhere," he said, looking around and then he dropped his voice. "Harry's disguised. He's the only curly haired one."

"Over there," Tonks said, spotting him.

Arthur looked dover and nodded as Harry disappeared into the massive marquee with a couple she didn't know.

"That's him."

"I'm more surprised that there's no curly haired Weasleys," Remus muttered to her as they walked towards the marquee.

Tonks had to stifle a giggle though he did raise a good point.

"Wotcher," said Tonks as Harry came out of the marquee again. "Arthur told us you were the one with the curly hair. Sorry about last night," she added in a whisper as Harry led them up the aisle. "The Ministry's being very anti-werewolf at the museum and we thought our presence might not do you any favours."

"It's fine, I understand," said Harry, speaking more to Remus than Tonks.

Thankfully. For whatever reason when she brought up things like that, they always directed their condolences at her? She wasn't the werewolf!

He led them to their seats, Remus oddly silent but she chattered away to Harry. Until they were all interrupted by a very loud and apologetic Hagrid who had apparently misunderstood Fred's directions as he had sat himself, not upon the magically enlarged and reinforced seat set aside for him in the back row, but on five sets that now resembled a large pile of golden matchsticks.

"At least they're easily fixed," Tonks whispered to Remus who jolted out of whatever daydream he was in.

He had been acting a bit funny ever since they arrived. Even more so than his current constant state of worry and tiredness. Was it the wedding? But who worried about weddings? They weren't dangerous or sad things. They were fun, after all the official nonsense got taken care of. She would have to ask him.

Right after the official nonsense as Fleur had just appeared at the back of the marquee.

A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow.

She was absolutely stunning. Even more so than usual. Tonks found herself sighing in delight. She looked up at Remus to see what he thought. He looked impressed and then frowned as he looked at her. Tonks knew what he was thinking.

"I didn't want any of this and you know it," she whispered as the tufty-haired wizard began his speech.

Remus frowned some more before smiling at her and giving her hand a squeeze.

Some of the worry left his face and Tonks couldn't help but sigh. Was that what he had been worried about?

"Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle...?"

In the front row, Mrs. Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpetlike sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. Tonks found herself blinking back tears and she even heard a sniff come from Remus. See? He was a big softy!

"...then I declare you bonded for life."

The tufty-haired wizard waved his hand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiralling around their now entwined figures. As Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons overhead burst. Birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and chimes to the din.

Then the best part of any wedding, in her opinion, started. The party! Well, first the congratulating of the newly married couple but there were far too many people around them at the minute.

"We can congratulate them later," she said to Remus.

"Sounds like a good idea."

Knowing that they would have to wait for the traditional dances between the bride and groom and the parents before she could dance, Tonks went to grab some food.

Her and Remus were soon snacking on bits and pieces while watching the dances. Well, Remus was, Tonks, of course, was too short to see past anyone. Why didn't she morph herself taller for this?

"Arthur is a very good dancer," Remus commented.

Huh. That wasn't something she would have guessed. Thankfully none of these dances lasted too long and the dance floor opened to everyone else.

"Let me finish my food," Remus chided as she tried to drag him onto the dance floor.

She waited impatiently as he did that and was pleasantly surprised as he twirled her onto it. Embarrassingly, she squealed a bit. Had she mentioned before how much if a dork her husband was? He was such a dork. A dork who didn't mind dancing with her. The best kind of dork.

It was fun dancing around a big group of people. It reminded her of when she used to go put to clubs, but that she'd had time to do that in the last year. Oh well, she was having fun now. They all needed it. Nothing could spoil today.

Except that it could. Remus suddenly jolted around, his whole body stiffening. Tonks was about to ask him what on earth je was doing when she saw it. The familiar flash of silver that she instantly recognised. A Patronus.

Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus's mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."