You Can't Love a Werewolf
Chapter THREE.
Written by: Paddyfooters.
Disclaimer: Rowling. She's awesome.
And yes: Sorry it took me awhile to update. I'VE BEEN DOING STUFF. – Padfoot.
"Why are we still doing guard duty at Hogwarts, when there's no one here to protect?" Tonks questioned, walking side-by-side with Remus Lupin.
He shrugged, taking her hand in his, needing something to keep his mind away from thinking about anything in general. It was Sirius who made him think more about the funeral, Hogwarts, and Tonks. After Tonks had left and Remus had returned to his bare bedroom—Sirius had sat outside his door and asked him questions that he answered in-between pages of the book he was occupying himself with. His inquiries were endless, anything from what someone was wearing to the exact words that Tonks had said to him. Remus often thought that Sirius was living through him.
The sun was setting, and they were walking towards the burning sun that was floating above the horizon. Reds, blues, and purples grazed the sky. Just then, as he was admiring its beauty, Tonks tripped on her own two feet, falling to the ground, and involuntarily pulling Remus's arm down. A smile flicked across his face as he helped her up. She had begun to apologize when she caught sight of his face, and let go of his hand.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" she asked as they continued their rounds. Remus didn't answer, he didn't have time, as Tonks's foot collided with his, tripping him. He fell flat on his face, not expecting the attack that knocked the wind out of him. Just then, her face was next to his, laughing, and her lips pecked his before she helped him back up.
The look on Remus's face was unexplainable when he stood up and looked at her. It was full of laughter, sure, but also contained embarrassment and pity. His fingers wrapped around hers as she mumbled, "You have to stop doing that, Tonks." The laughter in his face died as his eyes shifted to the ground.
"What, tripping you?" She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "'Cause that was only the…third time. I did it on purpose the first time, but I swear the second one was an accident."
"Not that," Remus said, his voice almost a whisper. "You shouldn't be… kissing me." The last two words were almost inaudible, and after he said them he looked up into her eyes to see her reaction.
Tonks didn't seem to get it. "What'd you mean?" she took a step closer to him. "Kissing you? Like this?" Her lips joined his again, but this time, he didn't reject them, nor did he accept them—he didn't react. However, when she put her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, he jolted his head backward, ending it abruptly. Tonks stared at him blankly, her arms still resting on his neck.
"Don't do that," he muttered, averting his gaze to his shoe.
She kissed his cheek. "Why not?" Tonks inquired, confused, moving her arms to hang loosely by her sides.
His eyes did not leave his shoelace. "Because… because I don't love you," choked Remus.
Her face got a shade paler. "W—What?" Tonks whispered her eyes widening.
"I don't love you," he said, finally looking into her eyes. "And trust me, you have nothing to do with it. I'm just—It's just—you can't love a werewolf, Tonks! I'd be a burden on you—poor and dangerous…" Tears welled up in her eyes as he continued. "I live with my best friend, in his mother's house! How's that for sad? I'm broke, my only job is with the Order and I don't even get paid for it!"
"You could live with me," she said softly, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "I live in a house much too big for one person and I make plenty of money."
Remus considered the possibilities for a moment. "Yes, sure, and one night I'll forget to take my po—." His voice broke off as his eyes widened. It was his first month without the protection of Snape's potion in nearly three years. The sun was nearly gone. "Tonks, GO!" Remus demanded, pushing her back towards the gate they had come in from.
Tonks's eyes caught sight of the full moon that was growing lighter as the sun sunk beneath the horizon. "No!" she shouted back. "I'm not going to leave you!"
"I'll be fine! LEAVE!" he yelled. "You don't want to be anywhere near me! GO!" That was the last thing Remus said before he screamed in pain as his transformation began.
Tonks just stood there transfixed in horror. Her legs seemed to not be able to move as she watched the man she loved turn into a wolf. His shirt tore off as fur grew and his chest expanded.
Once it was complete the wolf let out a howl and examined his surroundings. Its eyes laid on Tonks. It took her a few more seconds for her to regain feeling of her body, but when she did the only she could do was run. The werewolf snarled. She was his prey.
Remus in his wolf form was no match for Nymphadora. Although she was close enough to the gate, he caught her before she could even have a chance in getting out. His claws tore at her back as he knocked her to the ground. She yelled in agony as the sharp claws ripped her flesh. He stood over her, fangs bared. No, this was not the same Remus she loved. This was the vicious monster that he became once a month, yearning for human flesh.
The fangs sunk into her shoulder blade and the pain would not subside. It was worse than hours of the Cruciatus Curse, which she already had to endure. He pulled away, opening his jaw into a deafening howl. Tonks lost her voice, and besides, the pain was beyond screams. The wolf scampered off, and tears streamed down her face as she watched him run off, leaving her to die.
The werewolf ran about the grounds of Hogwarts for the rest of that night, biting small animals and tearing at himself.
The sun burned his face through the small window in his room, waking him up. Remus groaned and rolled over, facing the opposite wall. His arms were wet. He opened his eyes to see what was on them, and they were red. He gasped and sat up strait.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, and on his chest too was blood. There was blood everywhere. He ran his hands across his body to find a gash or something where the blood could have come from, but there was only a few across his chest and one across his cheek—not enough to produce that much blood. What had he been doing last night?
And then Remus remembered. He was with Tonks last night. They were at duty at Hogwarts. But what happened after that? The lacerations on his body him the answer. It was a full moon. He was with her. It's not only his blood.
Remus had attacked her.
But had he killed her? Was she all right? Where was she now? What happened? The questions swirled about his mind until he came to a conclusion. Nymphadora was hurt, and he had to help her. It was his entire fault.
He threw on a shirt and ran down the stairs, blood still on him. "SIRIUS!" He yelled as he came down the stairs. Maybe it wasn't human blood; maybe Tonks had come here, or went home. Maybe it was just animal blood. Maybe, maybe, maybe…
"Yes?" came his friend's voice from the kitchen quite calmly. Remus bolted in.
"Have you seen Tonks?" tears began to sting his eyes as he asked that question.
"No," said Sirius truthfully. "Why? Fun night last night? You didn't come home until a couple of hours ago. Woke me up."
"No, shut up," he groaned. "Was it a full moon last night?" Maybe it wasn't. Remus seriously doubted that. He showed Sirius his bloody arms.
Sirius gasped and stood up quickly. "Moony—what happened?"
"So you haven't seen her?" he ignored his last question. Remus didn't know, anyway.
"No," he took a step closer to him, examining the blood on his arms. "It was a full moon last night…Moony…did you…"
His worst fears had been confirmed. He had gone out of control. He had bitten her. She was at Hogwarts. He had to get there. "She's at Hogwarts," he murmured before dissapparating with a crack.
Sirius followed him, not worrying about what will happen or who will be there. He only thought about what his best friend could've done to his cousin.
They reappeared outside the gate into Hogwarts, the sun shining of the grass. It was beautiful scenery, but Remus and Sirius were not here to enjoy the grass. They had to find her. Remus ran away from the rising sun, Sirius towards it. It didn't take long for Remus to find her.
There Tonks was, lying on the grass, blood everywhere. Remus gasped, running towards her, he fell down next to her, to shocked for words or tears. WHAT HAVE I DONE. He screamed in his head, over and over again. Her shirt was torn at the shoulder where there were teeth marks. His teeth marks. Blood was still trickling from the wound, but only slightly.
Sirius must have spotted him kneeling there, because he showed up behind him, panting slightly, and staring blankly at her body. "Shit, Remus," his voice cracked as he spoke.
Well. Heheheh. Isn't that just great! T.T I didn't expect it to continue so much like this, but my dear friend Fluffy, after she read the second chapter, has been a wonderful inspirier-er-er or whatever, I dunno. She's the one I wrote this for, expecting just for Remus not to love her and then kill her THE END. Looks like it's gonna go on! – Padfoot.
Written under the influence of the boredom of long car rides and camping…and Fluffy.
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