Heya everyone! I know, I know, you don't have to tell me, everyone thinks I've dropped off the face of the planet, which was pretty true for a while there...you know, those aliens are quite entertaining! Lol! Ok, so off of the supernatural stuff, I don't really have an excuse -well not a really decent one anyways- I was just really sucked in to this series of books I'm reading. I won't bore you all by my endless need to talk, so I'll just get on with it so you can read this short fic that I actually wrote for a Charlie/Tonks cookie at FA. Well hope you like it!

Mystical Dreams


Sweet Sorrow

The rain fell in a steady drizzle upon the fresh green grass, creating muddy puddles beneath abandoned play equipment.

A young woman with long masses of curly black hair sat huddled on a park bench staring unseeingly into the dreary grey surroundings that lay so meaninglessly before her. Her faded eyes were almost as dark as the wet locks encasing her delicate face, sunken into a brooding expression that reflected the tumbling turmoil of thoughts clogging her mind.

As the ice-cold droplets ran down her forehead she sat ever motionless, inviting the wretched weather to seep into her soul and drown her thoughts in misery.

So ignorant was she to her surroundings that she didn't even notice a man of about her own age walk up to her until he was standing directly in front of the park bench.

"I thought I'd find you here Tonks," he said softly.

She looked up at the average sized, red haired youth, her eyes so distant and pained, and a pang of guilt fell through his body at the utter hopelessness in that glazed stare.

He sat down next to her and waited in companionable silence for a while before asking the inevitable question.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Tonks was quiet for a moment before choking out a barely audible "No."

Charlie gazed at her with sympathy etched into his every feature, a great empathy for her welling in his stomach.

"It helps, Tonks; if you keep it bottled up, it'll just continue milling around inside and it won't get any better, trust me," Charlie advised gently.

Tonks met his gaze with teary eyes, totally lost in anguish.

"I killed a man Charlie, it's never going to go away, and it feels like it'll never get better, and no matter what Kingsley says, I'll never get used to it," She took a short breath, as if willing herself to say what she was going to proclaim next.

"I don't even know why I decided to be an Auror in the first place, if I can't even handle death."

"It's not easy Tonks, and I won't lie to you, you never get used to it, but if we're going to survive this war, it's something we're going to have to do. There's no shame in admitting you hate killing, Auror or no, it frightens us all at times," he reasoned.

"I know, but just seeing those cold, lifeless eyes staring up into my face, and knowing that I was the one that caused that-" she broke off, her shaking hands flying to her face as her body trembled with despair.

Charlie pulled her into his arms, as overcome grief; Tonks let the emotions flow from her body in heart wrenching sobs. She clung to him like he was her only life support, sobbing shamelessly into his chest as he protectively encased her in his embrace.

And as the rain drizzled it's misery on the two figures huddled in their solitary comfort the sweet sorrow of the moment fell upon their souls and touched their hearts as the warm touch of the sun lighted the smallest patch in the darkened sky.


Well, what say you? Haven't lost my touch have I? Like it? Hate it? I wanna know! It's been such a very long time since I've had a review, so, REVIEW AWAY!!

Mystical Dreams