Never Fall In Love With A Werewolf.
Chapter Ten - Night of the Broken Glass.
Maybe it was the summer rain that had had suddenly, started to pour down on the basement windows of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Islington, London, that created a certain uncomfortable atmosphere about the place. It made Remus rather reluctant to tell Tonks his reason for not being with her.
Tonks was surveying Remus, eyeing him up with her ocean eyes, reading him like an open book. "Go on." She muttered, urging him on with a shaky voice. "I won't hate you. I can't hate you." Remus nodded glumly, and walked over to the stove. With shaking hands he reached up to the shelf above the stove and took the silver kettle. He then ambled over to the sink and filled it with cool water. Remus then strolled over to the stove, turned it on with a flick of his wand and placed the kettle on it. He fumbled around in a cupboard beside the stove for teabags and then picked up two mugs hanging off hooks in-between the sink and stove.
"Your opinion of that may change when I'm finished, Tonks." Remus muttered hoarsely giving Tonks a steadying look.
"I doubt that." Tonks groaned, folding her arms and rolling her eyes.
"Well, it might." He poked the kettle with his wand to make it boil faster.
"Well, if you got on with it, we can see, can't we?" She glared at Remus for a moment before smiling.
"I'm waiting for the kettle to boil." He gestured to the kettle pointlessly.
"I gathered that."
"Good observation!"
"You're dying to teach again aren't you?"
"Yes, yes I am…" Remus sighed. "I love children, they're full of such energy, innocence, and they're taken for granted much to often. Many people believe children shouldn't be seen, and shouldn't be heard. I, on the other hand, love the complete opposite! I love nothing more the laughter of a child, or their shriek of discovery upon finding something remarkable in the classroom, or in their garden, like a piece of pottery from the black and white past." He paused and looked thoughtfully around the kitchen. A blast of steam suddenly emitted from the spout of the kettle. He placed the teabags into the mugs and poured the boiling hot water over them, he stirred with a spoon on the side, and added a trickle of milk to each mug. He went over to the table and passed a red mug to Tonks, and kept a green one for himself. Remus took a long draught from it before speaking again. "Do you want children?"
"Yes, so very much… But when I'm older, got quite a lot on my plate with the Order right now… And I wouldn't want to bring a child into this world… Poor Harry eh?"
"I can only hope I can help guide him in the right direction… Well, he only has one direction that's murder. His destiny… I'll never forget the look upon James and Lily's faces when they found out about the Prophecy…" He took a swig of tea again. "He's the nearest to a son I'll ever get."
"Why? You're not infertile are you?"
"I might as well be."
"What? Why?"
"I cannot transfer my curse though sex, so a child won't be born a werewolf. That's not where the problem lies…" He closed his eyes, and drank some more tea. He had to stop these tears he could feel welling up in the corners of his eyes. Tonks put down her mug and looked at Remus intently. "It's a fear of mine to be honest. When I was a teenager at Hogwarts I'd spend hours on end making use of the library, reading about other werewolves and their lives. One story, I read when I had just turned eighteen, changed my perspective on life forever, changed how I lived life… It was about a woman called Ruby Quinn, she became a werewolf as a young adult in the nineteen-twenties, camping out in the New Forest near her Hampshire home - just so happened to be the full moon, and she got bitten by a werewolf. She came from a rich family, so she managed to deal with the no-work aspect of the curse. But, she married a wizard who loved her for who she was, and not what she was. They had children, twins, girl twins - Dorothy and Doris… Life was perfect for Ruby, even though she was a werewolf… Weeks after Dorothy and Doris's birth it was the full moon, and she escaped from her cage in the shed and killed her husband and newborn twins…"
"My god…" Realisation was dawning upon Tonks, and she hung on to everything Remus said.
"She was executed, like all werewolves who kill. In Hogsmead for the whole village to see, a single silver bullet was all that was needed to dispose of her."
"Oh Remus…"
"So, you see now? I vowed from that day I would never marry, or have children, in case I killed my wife, or murdered by children… It was bad enough living in the fear that I might bite James, Sirius or Peter after all they'd risked for me…"
"What about the Wolfsbane Potion? Snape - Sorry, I mean Severus - I will never get used to calling him Severus, or working with him, after him being my Potions Master! Well anyway, isn't Severus making it for you anymore?"
"Oh he's still brewing for me, but say I forgot to take it one night. I have done before, I nearly bit Sirius, Harry, Ron and Hermione. I resigned from Hogwarts the day after."
"That night was different, your life changed forever! That wouldn't happen again, would it?"
"It could. Things can take you by surprise. Expect the unexpected. Get bitten aged six, complete surprise. Made friends, complete surprise, they found out about me, another complete surprise, they because Animagi for me, Lily and James died… Thinking Peter died… Thinking Sirius betrayed Lily and James…. The worst night of my life… The worst surprise imaginable… But then, I became a teacher, I learned the truth about Sirius, the most wonderful surprises since that night. Then Sirius dieing… Life takes you by surprise, you have no idea what's going to hit you when you when you cross the road of life. " Tonks didn't think there was anything that could sway Remus from thinking like this…
"There are new developments all the time - you could be cured one day. It's not in you to kill-"
"You've never seen me as a werewolf…"
"I have. When it was full moon the last time, I snuck in your bedroom and watched you…" Tonks said in a timid voice, not looking Remus in the eye.
"I mean… As a raging monster, a murderous beast."
"You've never killed anyone, have you?"
"No, thank god… Or bitten. To pass on this curse fills me with dread every time I see that fateful full moon."
"You won't ever be a killer, it's not in your instinct to kill." Remus couldn't do anything but disagree with Tonks. Every werewolf killed eventually, no matter how calm and collected Remus was.
"You don't know that Tonks - say I killed you, you wouldn't be saying that then would you?"
"Stop being so stubborn Remus. I know you wouldn't kill-"
"No, no, no, you don't understand - I have no control over my mind when I turn into a wolf, none whatsoever. I hate it… oh god, I HATE IT!" Remus bashed his fists onto the table, making Tonks jump, and the mugs rattle.
"Remus?" Tonks asked tentatively, her eyes full of concern.
"Sorry… I didn't mean to loose my temper…" He looked miserably around the kitchen, his fists feeling slightly sore. "I just want human blood when I'm a wolf. That's all I feel… Get the prey, get the prey…"
"But not when you take Wolfsbane?" Remus nodded glumly and gazed into Tonks's eyes. "Do you think I'd let you forget to take your potion?"
"Well, no, but you're not always here, and I'm not always here."
"And I wouldn't leave reminders around the place would I? I wouldn't do anything to try and be at your side twenty four hours, seven days a week?" Remus shrugged doubtfully and took his eyes away from Tonks's observing demeanour. He tried to say something to argue against Tonks, but he realised… Why was he looking for points of debate? Here was a women - his one true love, offering to be at his side always, offering to help him in times of need - goodness, she has already helped in times of need. Remus realised at that second in time, he needed Tonks. Through all the trouble and strife over the past month and so, Tonks had been at his side, guiding him through no matter how blind he was. It was as if, just now he had opened his eyes and saw the wonder that lay before him.
Remus looked into his mug hopefully, and saw it was empty. He stood up and walked over to the stove to pour himself some more tea. Only this time he was joined by Tonks. "Want some more tea?" He asked pouring the hot water into the mug he was holding in his hand. She shook her head and stepped closer towards Remus. Her oceanic eyes caressing each premature line and faint scar on his face.
"No… I want you." Remus took a sharp intake of breath as Tonks reached out and held his face in her small warm hands. She took in everything before she closed here eyes. A faint scar running down from his left eye and onto the corner of his left nostril, the kaleidoscope of colour in his eyes twinkling furiously, his pink lips open slightly in definite shock, his cheeks filling with a shade of pink Tonks had never seen.
Remus knew what was happening, he was still holding the mug in his hand, but he was unaware of doing so. Tonks placed her supple lips on to his, and sensations ran through Remus's body; his veins and arteries screaming in sheer pleasure. Their tongues engaged in an erotic dance Remus hadn't preformed since his early adult life, sent Remus into frenzies of rigorous ecstasy. His head felt woozy with love and passion. Lost in the kiss, he dropped the mug onto the slate floor, and neither Remus Lupin or Nymphadora Tonks noticed the shards of ceramic glass shatter on the floor, or the wave of hot water tickling their bare feet. It was left ignored as they both gave into their zealous love for one another.
Even in death, Sirius managed to bring two unlikely people together in love. We die, and we love - because we must.
The End
Author's Note - It's with a heavy heart I finish this. I've been writing this since the end of June, it's been my summer project, and I have you lot, the Reviewers to thank for commenting so wonderfully on this, I could just squeeze you all forever! I didn't think it'd take me the space of four months to finish this. But I did, and it's my pride and joy! First time writing a Remus fic, and it appears to have gone down well! Thank you so much for reviewing! I may write something else during the Halloween half-term or during the Christmas break, depends when I get time to myself. So, thank you, again. You're the best reviewers a writer could ask for! If I was rich, I'd send roast dinners with Yorkshire puddings with a tub of our best Cornish ice-cream and some Cadbury's Chocolate. Very yummy things indeed! Something I can see Molly cooking, a good ole British Roast Dinner! Yum!
To those who read Marauders - The Musical, sorry there hasn't been the usual Friday night update… I have good reason! I fell asleep after Sex and the City, very unlike me, but I had two hours sleep (there's a reason for that to! Had to get up at 6.30am for first day at college, and I saw my first shooting star whilst looking for Mars and Sirius last night, and got really excited!) and didn't get Friday night hyper… But anyway…
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