Heh. I've gotten a few queries if this story was ever going to be updated, so...here's chapter four/letter three. We actually have answered all the other questions, I wasn't lying, it's just that since we answer them via Facebook, and my dearest Dora uses present tense, and in my opinion, Harry Potter stories have to be in past...they're just more true to what Rowling wrote...so yeah.

Please enjoy. ;)

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"If you two had never met, what do you think life would be like right about now?"

Remus closed his eyes as he felt the slightest pressure of a breeze pass through his hair, and he groaned. "Looks like there's another question already?" It had started as a statement, turning into a query as he spoke. He frowned, pulling his arms out from around his wife as he reached for the sheet of parchment. In neat, loopy handwriting was their third question. He read it silently, passing it to Tonks.

"I...I don't know..." Tonks's voice was unsure and shaky, and Remus felt uncomfortable. Was it wrong that he knew exactly where he'd be without her? Well, it's not like it was difficult, was it? He'd be exactly where he was before her.

He frowned slightly as he looked over at her nervously. He didn't want her pity…it was ten times worse than that from anybody else, of course, because of how much he loved her. Remus began his admission quietly, his voice gaining only slight confidence as he went on. "I...I think I'd be renting a shoddy flat in London, hopelessly wishing that I'd made better choices when I was young."

To his absolute surprise, Tonks let out an entirely unladylike snort and grinned over at him. "That does sound like you, dear."

Remus felt his cheeks turning slightly pink, and he shoved her lightly, his reluctant face twisting into an odd smile. "Yes, well..." he said, hoping his words didn't seem at all awkward. "It seems that...well, Voldemort...defined everything that I ever did with my life. All...all the important parts, anyway."

Her cheeky grin vanished as she took in her husband's words, and she laid a gentle, caring hand on his shoulder. "Oh Remus..."

Oh. That sounded incredibly familiar. It was the same exact tone Sirius and James had always used, whenever he had a new scar, or he was lying in the hospital wing like hell had spit him back out. He looked away, ashamed, and mumbled, "I don't want pity, Nymphadora. Everyone's sorry for something."

"Love..." Remus heard her sigh, and he looked up, though didn't meet her eyes.

His eyes turned slightly toward her. "D-Dora?" His hoarse voice was hesitant, as if he knew exactly what she was going to say, and didn't want to hear it…again.

"Remus... it's okay, it didn't happen... we're fine... see?" She nearly turned him to face her. "We're together." She gently stroked his face, leaning over as she rubbed her thumb along his shoulder blade.

Remus sighed heavily. "Yes, Dora, I know, love...it's just..." He looked at her with a soft smile, wrapping an arm around her waist. "James...Lily..." he whispered. "You helped me through it, you know..."

She kissed his cheek. "I love you." And Remus could've sworn…she sounded quite pleased with herself. Oh, well…what was new, really?

He pressed his lips slightly against hers. "I love you too," he murmured. "I...honestly, I don't know where I'd be without you...and I don't want to imagine it...I don't ever want to find out."

"You won't ever have to, I promise." She twined her arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. "I promise," she mumbled again, almost more to herself than to Remus.

"I'm counting on you to keep that promise," he mumbled back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "You really are all I've got left..."

She warmly kissed the side of his head, chuckling lightly. "And Teddy."

"Oh yes," he murmured, turning to beam at her, his ears turning slightly pink. "And Teddy."

"Forgetting your own son..." She shook her head with a small smile, though teasingly of course, as always.

Remus matched her smile, though it was more thoughtful. Of course he hadn't forgotten his son…he could never forget Teddy, even if he tried. He'd had experience with that, after all. "I didn't forget, love..." he said with a sigh. "I am curious, however. Ted's been somewhat secretive lately..." Remus turned to Dora, curiosity hidden in his tired eyes.

She shrugged, and Remus rolled his eyes. How helpful. "I don't know...I would have thought he'd tell you?"

Remus raised an eyebrow. "A boy, tell his father?" he asked doubtfully. "A teenaged one, at that?" He shook his head. "Not a chance, love...something's on his mind."

"Girlfriend?" She bit her lip in order to hold back a smile. "I know how I was at that age..."

Remus raised an eyebrow and sighed. "I wonder..." he said slowly, his eyes looking curiously around their living room, as if it would give proof to show that Dora might be right. Then a sparkle entered the amber orbs. "Bill and Fleur's daughter?"

She seemed to consider it, with a slow nod. "They were always very close as kids... Should we... talk to him about it?"

Remus frowned slightly, shaking his head after a moment of thought. "No," he said quietly. "If he wanted to talk about it, he'd come to us." But he looked slightly concerned as he turned to his wife. "Wouldn't he?"

"He would." Despite her confident words, her tone was very obviously worried, and Remus caught it right away. "I hope," she muttered under her breath.

"If I were Teddy..." Remus's eyes flicked to hers, amber meeting glistening blue. "I wouldn't want my parents to know something that embarrassing." He shrugged. "Think about it. They've known each other for as long as either of them can remember. It's got to be a bit awkward, eh? I..." His face turned slightly red and he stopped talking.

She raised her eyebrows at him. And unfortunately, Remus, once again, had spoken without realizing that his wife would be learning something else about him… Well, that was going to be fun. "You...?"

"It's nothing," he mumbled, twisting his fingers in his lap absently. "Er...you wouldn't want to know." Oh, of course she would want to know about how Remus had felt for Lily, in more detail than he'd ever mentioned before, because Dora certainly didn't know how deep his feelings had gone, or how far he and Lily had gone along before Remus himself felt guilty and broke it off. It wasn't so much that she wouldn't want to know, but that he was far too cowardly to ever admit it to her.

"Okay." She shrugged, dropping the subject. The werewolf's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't make any other movement to show his relief that she wasn't going to press the subject. Well…at least not now.

He turned and sighed. "Well, it's just..." Remus bit his lip as he looked at his wife. "I know how he feels, to an extent." He shrugged. "To love a girl who was deemed off-limits, and to feel like there was no one else for you, but..." He laughed a little. "I dunno. Dora, I obviously found someone else. Ted's still young..."

Nymphadora hugged her husband tightly. "Victoire Weasley is hardly 'off limits', love. Yes, I'm sure Bill can be scary, but secretly he'd be delighted. I'm sure of it." She squeezed him tighter. "Don't go feeling sorry for yourself, Remus Lupin," she warned him sternly, and Remus couldn't help but to stifle a snigger. She really was determined that he was always going to think something was his fault… "I won't have it."

Well, he thought to himself, I suppose she's got a point…

He returned the warm hug and sighed. "Maybe we're just jumping to conclusions, eh, love?" he asked hopefully. "Maybe it's something else entirely that's bothering him..." The last thing Remus needed right now was to give Teddy 'the talk'...

She sighed quietly. "If it is something else...I hope he talks to us." They were both silent before her voice, slightly amused, broke the moment. "How'd we get onto this subject anyway?"

Remus laughed, throwing his head back as he leaned on the couch – that was one of the reasons he'd fallen in love with her. She had just the sense of humour he needed. "I..." He turned and quirked an eyebrow up at her. "I honestly don't remember."

Dora shrugged, laughter dancing in her beautiful blue eyes – the natural ones, the ones that always mesmerised Remus… "Did we answer the question?"

He smirked and chewed on his lower lip. The werewolf knew his wife all too well, and the gaze that was fixed on him meant one thing. A spark lit in his amber eyes. "I...why yes, I believe we did..."

"Well then..." She gave him a cheeky smile and wandered off, if Remus's impression was correct, in the direction of the bedroom. "Coming?"

Of course, he was all too willing to oblige. He grinned, getting up off the couch to follow her. Remus just hoped dearly that none of those damn bloody letters would get in the way…not to mention a far-too curious teenage son who would most likely be searching for his father's chocolate stash… "Most certainly, m'dear..."

TBC

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