The battle was finally over and Voldemort was dead. Those who had survived surveyed the battlefield with sorrow and regret, seeing so many of their fallen comrades was a sight that was too much to bear. The sounds of weeping filled the air, as well as the painful moans and cries of those who were gravely injured.

Remus walked gingerly along the field, looking for anyone he knew. He had transformed last night during the heat of the battle, it had been his worst transformation ever. This last battle had raged for days, and he hadn't been able to concentrate on keeping track of those he loved, let alone remembering to take his Wolfsbane potion. He had bitten someone too. For the first time ever he had bitten another human being, he just couldn't remember who it was.

Remus found Harry and Ginny curled in each other's arms, Ginny was sobbing uncontrollably as he tried to soothe her. "It's all right Ginny, it's over," Remus heard him saying softly. He watched the young couple with a mixture of sadness and relief. Yes, the war was finally over, but so much had happened, things would never be the same.

Tonks stirred painfully. Her head throbbed, every fiber of her being was wracked with pain. But worst of all was her right wrist. She looked down to find that it was cut very badly and bleeding profusely. She didn't remember what had happened, but those wounds didn't look as though they had been made by a wand. She felt lightheaded from the loss of blood and knew that she would lose consciousness again shortly. Lifting her head a couple of inches off the ground, she looked to see if she could see Remus and saw a figure coming towards her.

Remus kept walking around the battlefield, growing more and more worried by the moment. He needed to find Tonks, he needed to make sure she was all right. He couldn't think of the war as a victory if she were not at his side, happy and alive. He spotted her raised head and he ran toward her, falling at her side and pulling her into his arms. She was breathing... she was alive. "Thank Merlin you are okay," he said breathlessly.

"Remus, I'm glad you're okay too," she said weakly. "We won? He's really dead?" she said, tears in her eyes, "Harry, is he alright?" She moaned weakly as he banged her injured wrist and fought to keep conscious. "Please tell me Harry and the others are alright."

"They are fine, he is just comforting Ginny," Remus said tenderly as he took care of her wrist. He stopped in the middle of wrapping it up and looked at her horror-struck. "What happened to your wrist?" he demanded.

"I...I don't know. I don't remember what happened to it. Must have been some spell that hit me, maybe that one that hit Hermione in the Ministry of Magic," she said, feeling safe in his arms and fighting the urge to close her eyes.

Remus very carefully removed the scrap of cloth from her arm and looked at it again, fear coursing through his body. Oh no... please no... not Tonks. He touched her wound very gently, knowing that if it was what he thought it was, it would hurt like Hell. She whimpered softly as he brushed his fingers against her. "Tonks, I'm so sorry," he cried softly.

A flashback entered her mind then; a wolf pouncing on her, biting her then letting go as a spell shot towards it, "Remus, I remember...a wolf...got me..." she said, before lapsing into an unconscious state brought on by the pain and the loss of blood due to her injury.

"I was that wolf Tonks, I attacked you. I'm so sorry," he choked in anguish. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the area where medical help was being given. Nothing could save her from her fate now... she was just like him.