AN: This is my very first fan fic story! I'm not J.K. Rowling of course,
but I have used her characters.
Summary: It takes place after Sirius's death and the events at the Ministry. Tonks is in St. Mungo's recovering from her injuries she received at the Department of Mysteries and Remus is by her side deep in thought, reflecting on what just happened.
Please review!
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The previous nights events kept replaying in his head over and over again. The thought of Sirius' last moments overwhelmed him. 'Why did he have to die?' He asked himself.
What if's and if only's filled his head. If only Snape hadn't stopped giving Harry Occlumency lessons. If only Harry and his friends did not go to the Ministry last night. If only he had joined in and helped Sirius when he and Bellatrix were duelling. What if Sirius hadn't died? What if they had gotten there just a bit earlier and could have this whole mess been avoided? What if Harry had died? He would never of forgiven himself if something ever happened to Harry. These questions and questions similar raced through his mind but brought him no comfort.
He found it difficult to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes those horrible, painful events were there waiting for him. Everything had seemed so surreal. His body felt numb from the pain he was feeling. Not to mention how uncomfortable he was sitting in one of those stiff hospital chairs in St. Mungo's.
He ran his hand through his greying hair. Dark circles had formed under his bloodshot eyes. His clothes were more shabbier than ever before. He still hadn't grieved. It was too hard, too soon. The memory of his best friend dying was still fresh, like an opened wound.
The man in him wanted to break down and cry, but the werewolf in him said no, he had to stay strong-for Harry's sake. He had found it very difficult to hold himself back last night, not to mention holding Harry back as well. All Harry had wanted was Sirius to come out from the veil. A part of him also hoped and prayed that Sirius would come out all right, unhurt, and unfazed. But he knew better, and he was too busy keeping Harry from meeting that same fate. He could not keep Harry from going after Bellatrix Lestrange. Hell, he would have gone after her in a heartbeat and performed the Cruciatus curse on her in an instant. A rage grew inside of him as he thought of her. 'She will pay,' he vowed. He briefly thought of killing her for a second but abandoned that thought very quickly.
"She will pay," he said aloud, "for what she did to Sirius, the Longbottoms, and Tonks."
Tonks!
He gazed at her sleeping face beside him. Her hair was a light brown colour. He couldn't help but wonder if that might be her natural hair colour. She looked so sweet, so innocent, and so beautiful despite the cut on her forehead and the purple bruise on her cheek caused by the fall she took when duelling with Bellatrix. It was hard to believe that only twelve hours earlier she had been by his side at the Ministry.
All he could remember was seeing a flash of purple light and Tonks falling down those deep stairs in the Department of Mysteries. He remembered that panicky feeling he felt when he thought she might be dead. Losing another friend in the same night would have been even more unbearable. He wouldn't have been able to stand that pain.
At that moment he wanted nothing more than for Tonks to open up her eyes so he could look in to those blue, green, brown (which ever colour they were) eyes and tell her that he loved her.
It had been so long since he allowed himself to get close to someone. People were usually nervous and untrustworthy of being around the company of a werewolf. Tonks wasn't. He found himself staring out the window thinking about her as he watched the purple/orange/pink sun rise. The suns colours reminded him of Tonks many changing hair colours.
"Good morning Remus." Smiled Almena the Healer as she entered the room. He hadn't heard her come in.
"Good morning," muttered Remus. He couldn't see what was so good about it. He watched as Almena changed Tonks' bandages.
"Will she be alright?" He asked.
"Oh yes, she should make a full recovery. She should be waking up any time now." Almena then walked across the room and was checking the patient opposite Tonks.
Remus then found himself staring at the portraits of famous healers, and of the current healers walking around in green and yellow robes. He had been in St. Mungo's loads of times before as a child after a werewolf bit him. His parents didn't know how to handle him, and seemed almost fearful sometimes of having a son who was a werewolf. He thought of his difficult childhood and the happy memories of his time at Hogwarts with the rest of the Marauders.
He was completely lost in thought until he heard a soft moaning noise.
Tonks was slowly waking up. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing slightly as they adjusted to the light.
"Hi." She whispered and let out a faint smile.
"Hi." Said Remus, a great smile appearing on his face.
He gazed into those *hazel* eyes of hers. He knew he had to tell her everything; about his feelings for her, about Voldemort, about what happened at the Ministry afterwards, and about Sirius. She didn't know he was dead yet.
'Yes,' he said to himself, 'I must tell her everything.' And with that his smile slowly faded from his lips.
*********** AN: I'm not sure if I should continue this story. It'll probably depend on the feedback I get from it. ************
Summary: It takes place after Sirius's death and the events at the Ministry. Tonks is in St. Mungo's recovering from her injuries she received at the Department of Mysteries and Remus is by her side deep in thought, reflecting on what just happened.
Please review!
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The previous nights events kept replaying in his head over and over again. The thought of Sirius' last moments overwhelmed him. 'Why did he have to die?' He asked himself.
What if's and if only's filled his head. If only Snape hadn't stopped giving Harry Occlumency lessons. If only Harry and his friends did not go to the Ministry last night. If only he had joined in and helped Sirius when he and Bellatrix were duelling. What if Sirius hadn't died? What if they had gotten there just a bit earlier and could have this whole mess been avoided? What if Harry had died? He would never of forgiven himself if something ever happened to Harry. These questions and questions similar raced through his mind but brought him no comfort.
He found it difficult to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes those horrible, painful events were there waiting for him. Everything had seemed so surreal. His body felt numb from the pain he was feeling. Not to mention how uncomfortable he was sitting in one of those stiff hospital chairs in St. Mungo's.
He ran his hand through his greying hair. Dark circles had formed under his bloodshot eyes. His clothes were more shabbier than ever before. He still hadn't grieved. It was too hard, too soon. The memory of his best friend dying was still fresh, like an opened wound.
The man in him wanted to break down and cry, but the werewolf in him said no, he had to stay strong-for Harry's sake. He had found it very difficult to hold himself back last night, not to mention holding Harry back as well. All Harry had wanted was Sirius to come out from the veil. A part of him also hoped and prayed that Sirius would come out all right, unhurt, and unfazed. But he knew better, and he was too busy keeping Harry from meeting that same fate. He could not keep Harry from going after Bellatrix Lestrange. Hell, he would have gone after her in a heartbeat and performed the Cruciatus curse on her in an instant. A rage grew inside of him as he thought of her. 'She will pay,' he vowed. He briefly thought of killing her for a second but abandoned that thought very quickly.
"She will pay," he said aloud, "for what she did to Sirius, the Longbottoms, and Tonks."
Tonks!
He gazed at her sleeping face beside him. Her hair was a light brown colour. He couldn't help but wonder if that might be her natural hair colour. She looked so sweet, so innocent, and so beautiful despite the cut on her forehead and the purple bruise on her cheek caused by the fall she took when duelling with Bellatrix. It was hard to believe that only twelve hours earlier she had been by his side at the Ministry.
All he could remember was seeing a flash of purple light and Tonks falling down those deep stairs in the Department of Mysteries. He remembered that panicky feeling he felt when he thought she might be dead. Losing another friend in the same night would have been even more unbearable. He wouldn't have been able to stand that pain.
At that moment he wanted nothing more than for Tonks to open up her eyes so he could look in to those blue, green, brown (which ever colour they were) eyes and tell her that he loved her.
It had been so long since he allowed himself to get close to someone. People were usually nervous and untrustworthy of being around the company of a werewolf. Tonks wasn't. He found himself staring out the window thinking about her as he watched the purple/orange/pink sun rise. The suns colours reminded him of Tonks many changing hair colours.
"Good morning Remus." Smiled Almena the Healer as she entered the room. He hadn't heard her come in.
"Good morning," muttered Remus. He couldn't see what was so good about it. He watched as Almena changed Tonks' bandages.
"Will she be alright?" He asked.
"Oh yes, she should make a full recovery. She should be waking up any time now." Almena then walked across the room and was checking the patient opposite Tonks.
Remus then found himself staring at the portraits of famous healers, and of the current healers walking around in green and yellow robes. He had been in St. Mungo's loads of times before as a child after a werewolf bit him. His parents didn't know how to handle him, and seemed almost fearful sometimes of having a son who was a werewolf. He thought of his difficult childhood and the happy memories of his time at Hogwarts with the rest of the Marauders.
He was completely lost in thought until he heard a soft moaning noise.
Tonks was slowly waking up. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing slightly as they adjusted to the light.
"Hi." She whispered and let out a faint smile.
"Hi." Said Remus, a great smile appearing on his face.
He gazed into those *hazel* eyes of hers. He knew he had to tell her everything; about his feelings for her, about Voldemort, about what happened at the Ministry afterwards, and about Sirius. She didn't know he was dead yet.
'Yes,' he said to himself, 'I must tell her everything.' And with that his smile slowly faded from his lips.
*********** AN: I'm not sure if I should continue this story. It'll probably depend on the feedback I get from it. ************