The night was peaceful and calm. Tonks felt this even more just because Remus warm hand was wrapped around hers. For such a skinny man, he sure had large, muscular hands. Tonks' own petite hand was almost completely enveloped in his. As they wandered further and further away from Tonks' house, neither of them spoke. Remus seemed lost in thought. Come on! Say something, begged Tonks in her mind. Every step they took in silence made her feel a bit more awkward. She looked up at Remus. He didn't look like he was going to speak any time soon.

Guess it was up to her.

"Remus, what did you want to talk about?" asked Tonks.

Remus shrugged and said nothing. He kept his mind to himself for a bit. Should he tell her about what he'd just seen? No, because he knew more was to come. What Tonks didn't know (and perhaps was probably better off not knowing at all), was that while werewolves are spared during a Blue Moon, they are not entirely without suffering. Nobody could ever explain why, but during a Blue Moon, a werewolf develops Seer powers and has visions throughout the night. Some thought that sounded great, seeing into the future for a night. But it wasn't. While some lucky werewolves got positive visions and vision of future success and happiness (for some reason, female werewolves tended to have the happier visions), most foresaw negative events. Divorce, suffering…heartbreak…and sometimes…death, even their own. A werewolf could emerge from a Blue Moon night knowing the exact hour, place, and cause of his own death if that particular Moon is intense enough. Moreover, Blue Moon visions and prophesies always came true before the next Blue Moon occurred (in this case, the next Blue Moon was to occur next August, so whatever Remus saw tonight would occur within fourteen months.)

Remus saw this as particularly horrible. After suffering through so much in his life, through the deaths of his friends and the betrayal of his ex-friend, through losing most of his purpose at such a young age and through the isolation and prejudice that comes with being a werewolf, Remus had learned to prefer letting Fate deal his hand rather than him trying to pursue knowledge about his future.

He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but something about the image he'd just had about Tonks announcing that she was having his baby wasn't a positive force. Sure, the general subject would be considered a great vision, but Remus knew, for many reasons, that it wasn't.

Suddenly, something rustled in the bushes. Remus and Tonks stopped dead in their tracks. An exact image of Remus stepped out of the bushes and looked Tonks right in the eye. Remus was confused, but then realized that it must have been a boggart. It spoke with Remus' exact voice.

"Go to hell, Nymphadora. I don't love you! You aren't mature enough for me!"

Remus looked over at Tonks. She was visibly shaking. Tonks whined and moaned, but luckily, she had brought her wand with her. She yanked it out of her back pocket and aimed. "Riddikulus!"

The boggart turned from Remus into Cornelius Fudge dressed as a Shakespearean jester. Both Tonks and Remus forced themselves to laugh hard, until the boggart couldn't stand it anymore and scampered away before it exploded. Remus stared after the boggart as it ran out of sight. The fact that Tonks' boggart took the form of himself rejecting her stunned him.

"Remus," Tonks asked again. "Why did you want to go for a walk?"

"Just to…enjoy the night air. I so rarely get to do that," Remus said, looking into Tonks' eyes. Tonks seemed to buy this…until her hair turned green. Remus had been around Tonks long enough to know that when her hair turned green, she was suspicious of something.

"Remus, when are we going to get married?" asked Tonks. Remus gave her and odd look and skipped a beat in his step.

"Um…"

"I knew you'd say that," Tonks moaned. She hadn't even waited for him to finish his thought. "Remus, I want to get married sooner rather than later," she confessed.

Remus sighed. He let go of his fiancee's hand and turned to face her. He looked at her a moment, shook his head, and walked on ahead. Tonks was a nice girl, and maybe he DID love her more than any other girl he'd known, but she was still too young for him, not to mention too extroverted. Remus had been thirteen years old when she was born. Tonks was still practically a baby herself. And, according to Remus' first vision, she would be having his baby in a year's time.

"Dora, I promise you we will marry, but not so soon," said Remus.

"Why not?" asked Tonks, struggling to keep up. Remus was a slow walker, but he had long footsteps. Tonks was just the opposite. She was light on her feet but her steps were only a fraction of the size of her escort's.

Remus thought a moment. "Because the times are extremely hard now!"

Tonks wasn't fazed. "Again, I say, WHY NOT? Bill Weasley is getting married in a little more than a month," Tonks said.

"Yes, I am well aware of that," Remus said. How could he get through to this woman? She was stubborn as an ox! "But Bill Weasley isn't an Auror who's needed at the front lines to defeat the Death Eaters! Dora, Harry Potter is coming of age this summer. That means this year, things are going to turn for the worse before they can possibly get better, and, known the Death Eaters, they will become downright deadly. The Order needs us, and marriage and children complicate things. We are sworn to protect the innocent, and we are sworn to the Order…"

"But first and foremost, we are sworn to ourselves," Tonks assured. The pair went deeper into the wooded area in which they were walking. The ground became less level and more hilly and rocky, making it harder for Tonks to keep up to Remus. "To our hearts! You think Arthur and Molly Weasley aren't going to give their all to help the innocent? You think Bill isn't planning to jump to the Order's defense at a moment's notice?"

"Maybe you should've married Bill like Molly wanted you to," Remus muttered.

"Excuse me?" Tonks asked, her hair turning from green to bright red. "Why would I marry Bill Weasley?"

"Because you talk about him all the time, you know every move he's going to make and you find a way to use it against me!"

Tonks groaned. "Sometimes you can be such an ass!" she muttered. Remus didn't react. "Bill Weasley is a good man. Before you finally gave me the time of day, he comforted me like a brother and assured me that you would come around! He was like a BROTHER to me!" Tonks insisted. "But Molly obviously thought our friendship came with different intentions. There was NEVER anything between us!" Tonks stopped talking, waiting for a reply. When one didn't come, she began again. "You sound like a teenager, Remus!"

"Well, you're not exactly acting beyond you years yourself, Dora," Remus scoffed. "Begging me to marry you despite all the suffering and fighting in England right now, why I've never heard of such a selfish act in all my life!"

"At least I'm not making excuses for acting childish!" Tonks snapped. "At least I—I—AI!"

Tonks had tripped over a large stone in her path. Tonks yelped as she fell over, landing on her stomach. "Ai….ow…" she moaned.

Remus immediately forgot their argument and bent down to help Tonks to her feet. Tonks wouldn't come up so easily.

"Ah! My leg…" she cried out lightly. Remus bent down and rolled up her pant leg in order to have a look

"Nothing's broken, but you're bruised pretty badly," said Remus, lighting running his index finger up and down Tonks' knee in a primitive method of examination. "We should get you back to your hou—"

That's when Remus had his second vision.

"Remus…Remus…AHHH!!"

Remus found himself sitting by Tonks, who, in turn, was sitting up in her bed, her stomach round and VERY pregnant, screaming and sweating. Remus felt the sensation of sitting next to her, her hot hand gripping his so tightly it hurt. A small, blonde Healer sat at the end of the bed. Ted and Andromeda stood in the doorway as Tonks writhed in bed. It broke Remus' heart to see her in such pain. That's when it clicked with Remus…she was in labor.

Once again, Remus felt himself speak even though he didn't intend or plan to. "Dora, it's almost over, keep pushing!"

"I see a head!" said the Healer. "Just one more push, Mrs. Lupin!"

Tonks screamed out one more time…then, silence. The Healer sitting at the end of the bed beamed as baby cries filled the room. Tonks fell back on her pillow and moaned. Remus smiled.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lupin, you are the proud parents of a boy," said the Healer, smiling gently. She made a motion to hold up a bundle in her arms, but before Remus saw anything, the world began melting away again, and Remus felt oddly cold.

When Remus came to, he found himself exactly where he was before the vision. His hand was on Tonks' knee, they were both on the ground. But, something was different. The air was suddenly cold and sharp. And when he looked up at Tonks' face, she looked like she was petrified of moving. She was speechless.

Tonks did manage to point behind Remus' shoulder. Remus turned around.

A dementor was heading straight towards them, looking like it was tracking them down.