It's 3 AM and I'm damn near crying my eyes out. Why? Because of the realization I have to write about Remus and Tonks dying in the end. Of course, I knew this from the start, but it just now came crashing down on me. I love writing about the fluff between them before and during the wedding, and Remus's mixed feelings, and especially what's to come, however. Remus was my favorite character overall. Before, it was Ron, but honorably, I changed it. Sounds corny, but that's what I did.

Here's a tip for those aspiring writers who have been reading or reviewing this fanfic: Don't rush, plan things out, and try not to listen to music while writing. If you focus on the music too much, it can affect your mood and your writing. A deathly (hallows) combination.

I am brainstorming ideas for a couple more fanfics. Get ready.

Remus was not feeling well.

All morning he'd felt a bit groggy. Stomachaches had been coming and going, bringing headaches along with them. Twice he felt as though he was about to vomit. His face was whiter and paler than ever, and he felt weak and tired, but could get no sleep. Molly had confined him to Percy's bedroom, so that he couldn't spread any possible sickness.

How he hated being ill. He'd insisted to Molly that he was perfectly fine and able to work with the rest of the Order members outside of the Burrow, but she, in her stubborn fashion, refused to listen to anything he'd said. He was helplessly lying in the bed he felt forced to share with Tonks, who was out and about with the rest of the Order, and was also earning Remus's jealousy.

It'd been two days since they'd retrieved Harry Potter. Remus hadn't seen much of Harry, partly because he was always with his friends, or the fact that Remus was usually busy with the Order. But today, he'd seen him pass by the open door as he lay in bed, aimlessly wondering when Tonks would return…

"Chicken soup, dear?"

Remus looked up to see Molly in the door carrying a small tray with a bowl sitting on it. The smell wafting from the contents of the bowl entered his nostrils and teased him, making his mouth water, and he nodded hungrily at Molly. She smiled and gave him the tray, and he began shoveling spoonfuls of the delicious soup into his mouth.

"Go easy on it, Remus," said Molly, reminding him of the conversation he'd had with Tonks the other morning about how she was like a mother to everyone in the Burrow. She went on, "I don't want you feeling sick after eating too fast."

"I'm not sick," Remus immediately answered in stubborn tones.

Molly chuckled. "Just stay in here, you know where the bathroom is…" Her voice trailed off as she walked back down the hallway, disappearing from view. Remus shivered slightly, feeling a bit feverish, but downed the soup anyway.

After a while he really was feeling sick, and regretted not taking Molly's advice about slowing down on his soup. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling bored and angry for not going to the Ministry or wherever with the rest of the Order.

As another stomachache passed, he sat up slowly when he heard a slight commotion from downstairs, and then voices traveling up the stairs and through the hallways, closer and closer to his room, until he saw Molly helping Tonks into the bedroom. Tonks was looking worse than he; her hair was even a dank color and her face was drained of all color. She was holding her stomach with one hand.

"Tonks, what's wrong?" Remus asked in his quiet voice.

"She got sick while at the Ministry with Mad-Eye," answered Molly for his wife, and he nodded in response, moving over so that Tonks could share the bed with him. As Tonks sat on the edge of the bed slowly, Remus propped up Tonks's pillows, feeling as though it were the sort of thing he should have done for her, whom he knew was truly sick. He was positive he was perfectly fine, on the other hand; he just hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"I see," said Remus after a moment while Tonks lay down beside him, white as a ghost. After Molly left, he asked her, "Dora, are you all right?"

Tonks managed to shake her head. "No," she said in a weak voice. "I've been throwing up all morning, really, but I don't necessarily feel that sick. It's strange…What if some kind of weird curse was put on me by a Death Eater while I was oblivious to the things happening around me?"

Remus could tell she was delirious. "Just relax, and you'll be fine," he said softly, stifling a yawn. He was immensely tired. "I'm going to get a little sleep…Will you be okay?"

"I think I should be fine…"

He rolled over on his side and felt his eyes droop when he relaxed his muscles. He knew all along that all he'd really needed was a good amount of sleep, and he was finally about to get it. He closed his eyes and all he saw was black until he drifted off into the peaceful oblivion that was a four-hour nap…

"Remus."

"Wha - ?"

Remus rolled over on his side; his eyes barely open, but open enough to see Tonks looking wildly down at him. He didn't feel sick anymore. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he could see that the color had returned to her pretty face and she didn't seem to be ill anymore, but she did look strange.

"What, Dora?" he asked, sitting up next to her on the bed. She was on her knees.

"Remus," said Tonks, "I've got something to tell you."

He looked at her, a mixture of annoyance and wonder in his expression. "Go on…" he said with a yawn attached.

"I think I might be pregnant."

Remus coughed: He suddenly felt ill again. He ran a hand through his thick light brown hair; how in the world could they be having a baby? All his worst fears were coming true right before his very eyes and he felt a sigh escape his lips. His regretful feeling escalated to the power of ten. He'd done it now. A werewolf had impregnated a normal, average human being.

His thoughts led him to worries about the child. What would it look like? Would it be half-werewolf, like its father, and have the ability to change its appearance, like its mother? Would it remain hungry for blood throughout his lifetime and wonder why he differs so much from the other kids?

"A baby," he said tensely. He hoped it was just a dream. He hoped he was just sleeping, and he's wake up at any time now…

"Yes, a baby," said Tonks, sounding happy.

Unable to speak his true feelings to her, he said in whispers of mock excitement, "That's great!" But the reality for him was just the opposite. His kind didn't breed. He thought his regular lycanthropy was enough, but his child? He wasn't even prepared to be a father in the first place! How could a werewolf raise a son or daughter of his own?

He could hardly feel Tonks's arms around him as she said, "When should we tell the others, then? Anytime soon?"

"When and if we know for sure," said Remus quietly, feeling slightly dizzy. He leapt from the bed and managed to squeeze out, "I'll be right back," as he sped out the door, down the hallway, and into the bathroom, where he shut the door behind him. He leaned over the toilet and vomited out his horrible feelings of anger and regret…yet they still remained.

I felt this was quite short, but when it comes to the grammar and structure of this chapter, it is my favorite, and I'm quite proud of myself. I don't think any of you would have guessed that I don't have these chapters written out already; I barely even plan. This chapter just came from the top of my head, and only took me 45 minutes to write.

Let me know. Also, for upcoming chapter purposes, yes or no to 'descriptive sex' (if you catch my drift)? I might have to change the rating to this fic soon if so. I'd like to know from my readers. Thanks a million for all the reviews, guys, it means a lot! Give me suggestions, I need them.