ONE YEAR LATER

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AN: thanks for the reveiws, here's teh end (not that it's been long)

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The bar was unkempt and dark. Only those who fitted in nowhere else would dare venture in here, the barman made sure of that.

Ol' Tony was a blustery old wizard, 'wizened' by age and ale, nobody could tell the difference these days.

A witch covered in a long demure cloak entered the bar and sat down at the bench ordering a gin & tonic. That was the most she said, she sat there in silence never lowering her hood even though the fire must have heated her more than adequately. The man next to her, shabby, drunk and tired took one look at her and ordered another drink. A Gin & Tonic.

The Barman watched the ice form between the two, the cold seeming to take up the rest of the bar. People instinctively moved away from them to the other side of the bar not wanting to be too close by when the gun went off, if any of them knew what a gun was.

3 silent Gin & Tonics later and the man stood up shaking his head clear from whatever clogged his brain as another young man walked in shaking the snow from his jet black hair. The bar went silent as he entered rolling his eyes, all he did though, was place a few coins on the bar in front of the other man and then nod to the barkeeper who nodded back in a familiar way – as though this was not unusual and then left with a smile at the two ice covered people.

The man grumbled at the retreating back and followed him outside. "I don't need your help." He called after the jet black hair.

The hair and the head attached turned around and smiled, "You're not charity Professor, you just need to realise that," with that – he vanished leaving all the other drinkers thoroughly confused, they all felt as though they'd intruded halfway through the conversation.

The man looked up at the snow falling down over him and shivered, his coat pulled around his thin shoulders, his shirt looking like it hanging off a stick rather than a person.

"Wait!"

A word spilling through his concentration, his thoughts, his mind. She had infiltrated everything.

"What do you want?"

"To talk," she said almost tripping over a lump of snow on the road.

"We've talked."

"No we haven't," Tonks reached up and flung back her cloak in frustration, "You seemed to think that one word from you would be the end of it. Well it isn't. Not near it."

"It should be." He said slowly before realising something. "Look, I'm older, I should take control, I should have realised that it was wrong. That it could never work."

"But it Did! For an entire Year it Worked."

"I'm not that Drunk."

"What? You Drank more tonight than I've ever seen you drink!"

"You haven't seen me drink."

"Let me! Let me see you drink and swear and walk around the house singing rock songs. Like you used to."

"A Dream Tonks. That's all it ever was. A Stupid Stupid Dream. One of us had to wake up sooner or later. And it was me – the old, poor werewolf."

She stayed silent for a minute before she sat down on the bench nearby and let him walk off.

He was halfway down the street before she stood up and ran after him. Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him with a years pent up love, passion and anger.

Despite his earlier convictions, Remus Lupin let himself be kissed by this young vixen, and before long began kissing her back, reminding himself of the feeling of being in the arms of someone that loves you.

"That wasn't the kiss of a weak, old man." She said, "werewolf or not."

He burst out in surprised laugher resting his head on her shoulder. "Would you take me back? Even after everything?"

She met his eyes, her's changing to match the colour of his. "Well, I dunno…" she walked on a bit her head down, leaving behind his dejected face and slumped shoulders.

She stopped, laughed softly to herself and ran back into his arms. "You idiot. I couldn't do that even if I wanted to. Which I don't by the way." More surprised laughter as the grogginess of the alcohol wore off far quicker than it maybe should have but neither party minded in the least.

The young black haired man moved back towards the three people waiting for him taking the red haired girl into his arms and laughing.

"Looks like the werewolf has become a man again."

"Thank Bloody God!" the red haired boy said, "I swear I will never pay for another Gin & Tonic Again!"

"Why did it take her so long to find him?" the black haired boy asked.

"Harry, you know nothing of the female mind." The red headed girl said snuggling into his arms.

"Thank the Lord!"

The girl with the bushy brown hair rolled her eyes to the ginger girl as both of them struggled out of the boys' grasp and walked ahead.

"'Mione!"

"Gin!"

They turned around laughing eyes set against the snow that began to fall. The Black haired boy ran up and spun the ginger girl around his head, making her dizzy while the bushy girl rested in the red haired boys arms.

The War Ended.

The World Began.