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"Nymphadora…"

"Don't. Call me Nymphadora." If the situation were different he would have chuckled perhaps, but many of the guests were holding their breath in anticipation of an argument and he was half tempted to turn and flee.

"I'm sorry, Tonks-"

"My surname's Lupin, or did you forget that?" She was approaching him, he didn't lower his gaze, his expression barely changed as he tried to find the words to justify his actions.

"I behaved appallingly, what I did was unforgivable."

"You think?" This time Remus did lower his eyes, his gaze fell upon Teddy who had wound an arm around his mother's leg and was looking at his father with confusion filling his small face. He looked as though he had returned to his natural state, he had his nose and Dora's eyes, his hair was a dirty blonde colour, he reminded Remus very much of himself at five years old, he wondered for a moment if he should talk to the boy, but thought better of it, Dora was an auror after all, she could easily do severe damage to him, and the opinion that many of the other wedding guests had of him would mean it was unlikely they would do much to prevent her.

"Do you think we could have this conversation somewhere else?"

"I'd sooner not have it at all." She lifted Teddy up into her arms with some difficulty, hindered further by the fact that the five year old did not want to be picked up. "Come on Teddy, let's get going, shall we?" She seemed much more adult than he had remembered, much more sure of himself and, he thought sadly, much less sure of him.

"Not going." Teddy wriggled further. "Stay here."

"Teddy-"

"Harry!" Teddy held his arms out to the young man, who looked unsure what to do. Dora sighed and passed him over, glancing at Remus briefly.

"I'll give you ten minutes." He nodded and followed her into the house, when they reached the living room she sat down but he chose to stand, staring out the window, he didn't speak but lay a hand upon the wall, almost to support himself.

"He really is a very charming little boy."

"Well he certainly doesn't get it from you." He turned slowly to look at her, her eyes glazed over with tears, it broke his heart, behind their watery mask he could see love staring back at him, and hatred for that love. He wanted to go to her but thought better of it and stayed where he was.

"No, no, I don't imagine he does." He returned his gaze to the window, he couldn't find the words to say to her, sorry, he knew, was nowhere near enough, and yet he was sure it was all he could offer, but he knew it was unlikely she would forgive him. He did not think it too arrogant to think that he had broken her heart the day he left; she had fought to get him after all. He had known all along he was no good for her, that he would hurt her. It had been a mistake all along, no matter how much he loved her, it was a mistake. He wished he could flick his wand and repair her heart, fix their marriage in the process.

But he wouldn't take her in his arms, he could never let his heart rule his head again, the night he had proposed they had been basking in the euphoria of their love, they had lain in the moonlight in the garden right outside that window, and he hand held her hand, and suddenly the words had come tumbling out of his mouth without real thought or decision. It was on rare occasions that Remus Lupin did anything spontaneous, but that night, there, lying in the grass, he had. He had asked Nymphadora Tonks to marry him, and she had agreed. There was nothing he could do, he couldn't take it back, deep down he hadn't wanted to. But it had been a mistake, and the day he had left her he had promised himself never to be spontaneous again.

"Are you actually going to say anything then?"

"I hadn't wanted a scene."

"What did you expect? Warm welcome? You're about as popular as a death eater in this house."

"This is Harry's wedding day, I only wanted to see him married. James would have wanted at least one of us there."

"And would you have been here if it was Teddy's wedding day?"

"Be realistic, Dora, Teddy's only five."

"Has anyone told you you're incredibly infuriating?"

"That has been said once or twice, yes." He smiled softly and allowed his eyes to meet hers, she looked away, her expression set. She was still very angry with him and he knew it would be a long time before she even considered forgiving him. She stood and walked over to him, in one movement her hand came in contact with his cheek. He didn't reach to touch the stinging flesh but nodded at her, he deserved much more, after all.

"You're lucky that wasn't a hex."

"I'm afraid I couldn't promise to stand still and allow you to hex me."

"You couldn't promise to stand still at all, or to stick around, could you?"

"Dora…"

"You haven't even apologised." He opened his mouth to speak but instead slumped against the wall, silently moving his hand towards his cheek and softly running his fingers along the heated flesh. His wife certainly wasn't a woman to be reckoned with. He watched as she returned to the sofa and it was two full minutes before he spoke, sighing gently.

"What good would it do?"

"Do you care about him at all? Do you care about me?"

"With all my heart, but that's still not enough. Dora, an apology would do very little."

"It would make me feel better."

"I told you I was no good for you."

"So did my mother."

"Ah. Is she here?"

"Yes, and after your blood probably. I'd run very fast."

"Perhaps I don't want to run any more." He let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his greying hair, unsure of himself and of her response, but all he knew was that seeing here, in front of him, made him determined never to leave again, and knowing that their little boy was outside without a clue who he was confirmed the decision, he couldn't turn his back on them again, even if Dora didn't forgive him, he couldn't leave Teddy, not again, not how he had seen him. And, if he admitted it, not that he ever would aloud, he couldn't understand how he had lifted without Dora in his life.

"You're an idiot, have you seen my mum with a wand in her hand?" He chuckled softly and moved towards her, arguing with his body as it decided to act upon impulse much to his mind's distaste. He kneeled beside her and laid a hand upon hers but she hurriedly withdrew it, shaking her head softly she stood and fled from the room. She wasn't going to be won over that easily, and it shouldn't have surprised him.

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