Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters
mentioned in J.K Rowling's books. Never have, never will. There I've
admitted it, so please don't sue me.
A Look at the Life of Remus Lupin.
It was a warm July night and Remus Lupin was depressed. He sat at the kitchen table at 12 Grimmauld Place looking at an old book of photos. There they were, happy and well. A silent tear coursed down his cheek.
"WHY ME GOD?" he shouted to the seemingly empty house. CRASH. He jumped up, grabbing his wand in the process. Behind him stood Tonks, who had just knocked over a chair. "Hello," she said looking rather red in the face. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No, come in," he said with a sigh. He quickly whipped his eyes, before saying "I was just thinking.out loud"
"Anything you want to talk about?" she replied while picking up the chair. Please she thought, please talk to me. He must have seen the pleading look in her eyes, because he consented.
"Alright," he said, "what do you want to talk about?"
"I want to talk about what's bothering you," she said, "you're so withdrawn lately. It's like you're not even here half the time. It's not healthy to keep these things bottled up inside of you. I... I mean the Order doesn't want to loose you to yourself."
"Since when have you been such an expert on feelings Nymph?" replied Remus with a small harsh laugh.
"I'm not completely ignorant you know," she shot back, "and Don't call me that, my name is Tonks." Why did he call me that, she thought to herself. In an attempt to direct the conversation away from herself, she said, "Anyway, what is the matter?"
"I think that that would be obvious," he said. The pleading look was back in her dark eyes. Eyes to get lost in, he thought, but quickly shook the thought away. She's way too young for you, you shouldn't think thoughts like that, he silently reprimanded himself. "You really want to know, because this might take a while." She nodded, so he began his story. "Well, you know that I'm a werewolf, but you probably don't know how it came about, or what comes with it." She shook her head. "Well, one day when I was very small, my mum told me to take a nap. I of course didn't want to and snuck out of my room. I wandered into the forest, and there I encountered a werewolf. Of course I was bitten. The full moon was the next day, and it was living hell. The transformation was terrible. Now of course I have the potion, and it is much better, but it didn't exist back then. From that day on my life became one nightmare after another. Other children were taught to hate me and I was shunned. My parents tried to help, but there wasn't much that they could do. Then I turned 11. That was the best and worst year of my life. I was accepted into Hogwarts and I didn't have to tell anyone about my little secret. I anxiously awaited September the 1. At Hogwarts I made friends, three friends to be exact, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Then in March, the owl came. My father was dead. I wouldn't have survived that time without my friends. But life goes on and so did mine. My friends grew and so did I. They had their moments, and so did I, although their moments always seemed to include Snape. Of course my secret was discovered and they became animagi. And then it was over, we were finished with Hogwarts, and we were cast into the real world. And with this new world came more rejection. I had difficulty getting a job, and keeping it. I of course had my friends, but they had there own lives. James married Lily, and I was happy for them, but there was jealousy too. Of course I didn't like Lily that way; it was more the idea of her. It seemed like James always got every thing. Who would want to marry a werewolf?" He paused here, and realized what he had just said. Remus blushed, and said, "Anyway, they had great lives. But Voldemort was on the move and no one was safe. We all joined the Order together, and for a while, in the midst of the terror of the time I found some happiness. My friends and I were together again, working together. But again the happiness was fleeting. The prophecy was made and the Potters went into hiding. You of course know the story. This was one of the biggest blows of my life. James and Lily and presumably Pettigrew were dead, and Sirius had betrayed them. While the rest of the world celebrated, I mourned. But as I said before, life goes on. In Harry's third year at Hogwarts, I got a job there. It was that year that I learned of Sirius' innocence, and Pettigrew's betrayal. It was a blow and a victory at the same time. Of course after almost killing Harry and his friends in my transformed state, I quit. Voldemort's reincarnation threw me back into the Order, and of course back in with Sirius. It was like Christmas come early to spend time with him again. And then this." At this he broke off, his voice breaking.
"Oh Remus," breathed Tonks. "I never knew."
"Most people don't," he sighed, furiously brushing away his tears.
"It's ok to cry," she said, while hesitantly putting her arms around him. With this statement, he sobbed into her shoulder. "Shhh," she said, "it's ok." Her own tears falling silently onto his prematurely graying head. They sat like this for a long time. Finally, they reluctantly broke apart. "How about some tea?" she asked.
"I think that I'll pass," he replied, "I'd like to just go to sleep now."
"Alright," she said, "I'll come with you." He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "I meant to my own bed," she said hurriedly. He stood, the promptly feel back into his chair.
"Guess I'm a little more tired than I thought," he said.
"When was the last time you slept?" she asked.
"About 28 hours ago," he answered a little guiltily. So she slung his arm around her shoulder, and they headed towards his room. When they got there, she pulled down the covers of his neatly made bed, and gently set him down on it. "Will you be alright now?" she asked.
"Should be," he said. "Goodnight Tonks," he smiled up at her through sleepy eyes.
"Goodnight Remus," she replied, and then on an impulse, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Then she quickly turned and left the room. Under the blankets, Remus smiled to himself, and whispered "I love you."
Outside in the hall way, Tonks leaned against his door, half proud and half mortified at what she had just done. "I love you," she whispered to the closed door. Then she turned, and walked to her own room.
(A:N) So, what did you think? Should I continue? Please review, and try to be nice, this is my first fic.
mentioned in J.K Rowling's books. Never have, never will. There I've
admitted it, so please don't sue me.
A Look at the Life of Remus Lupin.
It was a warm July night and Remus Lupin was depressed. He sat at the kitchen table at 12 Grimmauld Place looking at an old book of photos. There they were, happy and well. A silent tear coursed down his cheek.
"WHY ME GOD?" he shouted to the seemingly empty house. CRASH. He jumped up, grabbing his wand in the process. Behind him stood Tonks, who had just knocked over a chair. "Hello," she said looking rather red in the face. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No, come in," he said with a sigh. He quickly whipped his eyes, before saying "I was just thinking.out loud"
"Anything you want to talk about?" she replied while picking up the chair. Please she thought, please talk to me. He must have seen the pleading look in her eyes, because he consented.
"Alright," he said, "what do you want to talk about?"
"I want to talk about what's bothering you," she said, "you're so withdrawn lately. It's like you're not even here half the time. It's not healthy to keep these things bottled up inside of you. I... I mean the Order doesn't want to loose you to yourself."
"Since when have you been such an expert on feelings Nymph?" replied Remus with a small harsh laugh.
"I'm not completely ignorant you know," she shot back, "and Don't call me that, my name is Tonks." Why did he call me that, she thought to herself. In an attempt to direct the conversation away from herself, she said, "Anyway, what is the matter?"
"I think that that would be obvious," he said. The pleading look was back in her dark eyes. Eyes to get lost in, he thought, but quickly shook the thought away. She's way too young for you, you shouldn't think thoughts like that, he silently reprimanded himself. "You really want to know, because this might take a while." She nodded, so he began his story. "Well, you know that I'm a werewolf, but you probably don't know how it came about, or what comes with it." She shook her head. "Well, one day when I was very small, my mum told me to take a nap. I of course didn't want to and snuck out of my room. I wandered into the forest, and there I encountered a werewolf. Of course I was bitten. The full moon was the next day, and it was living hell. The transformation was terrible. Now of course I have the potion, and it is much better, but it didn't exist back then. From that day on my life became one nightmare after another. Other children were taught to hate me and I was shunned. My parents tried to help, but there wasn't much that they could do. Then I turned 11. That was the best and worst year of my life. I was accepted into Hogwarts and I didn't have to tell anyone about my little secret. I anxiously awaited September the 1. At Hogwarts I made friends, three friends to be exact, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Then in March, the owl came. My father was dead. I wouldn't have survived that time without my friends. But life goes on and so did mine. My friends grew and so did I. They had their moments, and so did I, although their moments always seemed to include Snape. Of course my secret was discovered and they became animagi. And then it was over, we were finished with Hogwarts, and we were cast into the real world. And with this new world came more rejection. I had difficulty getting a job, and keeping it. I of course had my friends, but they had there own lives. James married Lily, and I was happy for them, but there was jealousy too. Of course I didn't like Lily that way; it was more the idea of her. It seemed like James always got every thing. Who would want to marry a werewolf?" He paused here, and realized what he had just said. Remus blushed, and said, "Anyway, they had great lives. But Voldemort was on the move and no one was safe. We all joined the Order together, and for a while, in the midst of the terror of the time I found some happiness. My friends and I were together again, working together. But again the happiness was fleeting. The prophecy was made and the Potters went into hiding. You of course know the story. This was one of the biggest blows of my life. James and Lily and presumably Pettigrew were dead, and Sirius had betrayed them. While the rest of the world celebrated, I mourned. But as I said before, life goes on. In Harry's third year at Hogwarts, I got a job there. It was that year that I learned of Sirius' innocence, and Pettigrew's betrayal. It was a blow and a victory at the same time. Of course after almost killing Harry and his friends in my transformed state, I quit. Voldemort's reincarnation threw me back into the Order, and of course back in with Sirius. It was like Christmas come early to spend time with him again. And then this." At this he broke off, his voice breaking.
"Oh Remus," breathed Tonks. "I never knew."
"Most people don't," he sighed, furiously brushing away his tears.
"It's ok to cry," she said, while hesitantly putting her arms around him. With this statement, he sobbed into her shoulder. "Shhh," she said, "it's ok." Her own tears falling silently onto his prematurely graying head. They sat like this for a long time. Finally, they reluctantly broke apart. "How about some tea?" she asked.
"I think that I'll pass," he replied, "I'd like to just go to sleep now."
"Alright," she said, "I'll come with you." He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "I meant to my own bed," she said hurriedly. He stood, the promptly feel back into his chair.
"Guess I'm a little more tired than I thought," he said.
"When was the last time you slept?" she asked.
"About 28 hours ago," he answered a little guiltily. So she slung his arm around her shoulder, and they headed towards his room. When they got there, she pulled down the covers of his neatly made bed, and gently set him down on it. "Will you be alright now?" she asked.
"Should be," he said. "Goodnight Tonks," he smiled up at her through sleepy eyes.
"Goodnight Remus," she replied, and then on an impulse, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Then she quickly turned and left the room. Under the blankets, Remus smiled to himself, and whispered "I love you."
Outside in the hall way, Tonks leaned against his door, half proud and half mortified at what she had just done. "I love you," she whispered to the closed door. Then she turned, and walked to her own room.
(A:N) So, what did you think? Should I continue? Please review, and try to be nice, this is my first fic.