It had been another long, hard, dreary week. The situation at hand was getting worse and worse for Remus. Mr. Weasley had taken to giving Remus pitiful glances every now and again, obviously feeling sorry for the werewolf. Molly, on the other hand, well, she seemed rather outraged. The older woman was a very passionate person, and treated Remus and Tonks like family. So, thinking that it was her duty to look over the two, Molly had decided to approach Remus on the subject.
"Remus," Molly began, her lips pursed, her hands on her hips. She looked very aggravated. Remus' tired eyes swiveled up from the copy of the Daily Prophet he had been reading, but he remained quiet. It was evident he knew what was coming, and it slightly unnerved Mrs. Weasley. "Why do you push her away?" She asked quietly, earnestly. "She would do you so much good! You are, after all, much too involved with your work. You really need to take a break, Remus," Molly finished off, her voice having adopted that motherly scolding sound.
Lupin attempted to remain calm, to not snap or chide Mrs. Weasley. He was usually very good at that, but this was the third time she had brought up this subject this week, and he was, quite frankly, tired of it. Maybe it was time to put things into perspective for Molly? Maybe if she understood the sheer danger that came along with earning a werewolf's affections, she would see exactly why Remus and Tonks weren't a couple yet. But was it enough for her? Lupin tiredly ran his fingers through is hair and slowly, very slowly, prepared an answer.
"I'm dangerous, Molly," His voice was quiet, tired, echoing sorrow, love and remorse. "Indeed, I have feelings for Tonks. How can I not? She is, well, she is beautiful, caring, loving, absolutely amazing…" The words leaked from his lips, causing Remus' heart to pound a bit louder and faster than he would have liked. "But me," He let out a sigh, revealing his deepest hatred in one simple sound. "I am a monster. A horrifying beast. With one snap of my jaws during a transformation, I could kill her, or at least turn her life upside down. I don't… I don't want to be that person." Lupin's jaw was clenched, as were his fingers. Molly looked on, sympathetic, yet still looking slightly annoyed. "I don't want to put that risk on her. The risk that every full moon, when most lovers get to stare, wide-eyed and in love, up at such a perfect setting, the stars glistening, the moon bright, wide—" A shudder ran through Moony's body, but he pressed on, "that she would have to be home alone, to have to worry about me, its horrid, Molly. That is the reason why so many of my kind decide that civilization is worse than roaming the hills, more as creatures than as civilized human beings. We can't marry, have real relationships. It is just too dangerous!" Remus concluded, his voice hardly hiding the hate, pure loathing, he felt towards his problem.
"Remus," Molly started up, her tone scolding, "you can stand to be around us! I don't think you would be able to hurt her, anyways!" she said roughly, obviously all for the two of them finally getting together. "If you really loved her-" She was sharply cut off by Remus' rebuke.
"If I truly loved her," He said quietly, coldly, "then I would leave her be," his voice echoed what could only be agony. "I would… I would forget her, so that she could be happy. Being in love is putting the other person's happiness first, your own happiness second. That is what I am doing," He said quietly. Molly shook her head, causing her red curls to frizz up.
"Hardly so," she said bitterly, her lips pinching together and her cheeks flushing. "She isn't happy now; what would make Nymphadora Tonks most happy would be knowing that she had you," Molly said softly. She knew it as true; it was hard to miss Tonks' agonizing glances towards the werewolf, the way she was careful never to get too close to him, or touch him. When addressing him, the metamorphmagus didn't dare speak his name, for it seemed to hurt her too much, and it was completely true. Just thinking about him caused a shot of pain and grief to flash over her face for a moment, something that never escaped Molly Weasley's eyes.
Remus' lips drew into a soft snarl and he stood. "I am doing what is best," He shot at her, the words hard, stern, full of authority. "I don't want to hurt her. I couldn't live with myself if I did. I will leave her be. Ginny has always said that Charlie should marry her; they could—" Remus stopped talking and, with a look of sheer hatred at the very idea, turned and stalked out of the room. With in a few seconds of his exit, there was a loud pop, and Remus had left Grimmauld place for the day.
The werewolf turned out in a crowded street, one that was known to every wizard in England: Diagon Alley. Stuffing his scarred and pale hands into his pockets, Remus started down the street, headed in no specific direction. He just needed to walk, to have his mind diverted from the hectic path it was on now. If Sirius were still here, he would have had some one to talk to. If James were still here, he could call him up and then some one would be able to help him. Even Dumbledore would have been nice to talk to right now. But all of the people he desired to see were gone, dead, just like any chance of romance he held. At least here he had to be aware, keep his eyes up and on the look out, so he didn't bump into any one or thing.
A familiar voice caused his head to snap up. There, twenty or so feet away, she was, walking next to none other than one of the older Weasley boys, Bill. But Remus could picture Charlie in his shoes, causing Dora to laugh, to be happy. This thought caused his heart to drown in fear, his stomach to tighten, and his mind to be cloaked in agony. He hated to think of it, of her with some one besides himself. And no matter how many times Lupin denied himself the pleasure of picturing them together, he knew it was right. He knew that there was never a woman who he could love any more than he loved Nymphadora Tonks. She was the one who hovered in his dreams, like a guardian angel. And at that very moment, as the jealousy subsided, he knew what he had to do.
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A/N:Alright, really short, yeah. But I needed to get this out, so that I can move on to Remmy finally just throwing the towel and being like, oh, screw it. So that is coming soon! Please, R & R!!! Oh, also! I know, that they kick the can in book 7, but I am ignoring that. This will actually turn kind of into that, and I have this idea for an ending… yay! I think it is so easy for me to write for Remmy here, because the pair compare soo much to my all time favorite couple in the universe Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. C'mon, Ed and Rem are both dangerous, convinced they would end up hurting the women the loved! Plus, both are completely loveable!