One week since he left the werewolves. One week since they pledged their allegiance to the Dark Lord, almost every last one of them; one week since he failed. For seven days he has been lying here, trying to treat his own wounds. He can't go to St. Mungo's; they'd know, and the truth might ruin The Order.
He's lying on the couch — his new place doesn't have a bed — and his head is throbbing, when he suddenly sees her through his wavy, yellow window, holding a bright white sheet of paper. He wonders if he's dreaming.
DON'T MOVE, the paper reads in thick black ink. He couldn't have if he wanted to.
She taps the paper with her wand, and the message changes.
DON'T SAY ANYTHING.
She taps the paper with her wand again.
BECAUSE I'M ALREADY A MESS
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AND I CAN'T FIGHT WITH YOU RIGHT NOW.
He nods, trying to pull himself upright.
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OKAY.
Okay, he mouths.
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SO, I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU.
I love you too, he thinks.
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I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT.
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AND I WANTED TO APOLOGIZE FOR
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SAYING ALL THOSE HORRIBLE THINGS TO YOU
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AND CALLING YOU A WEREWOLF.
She shifts a lock of mouse- brown hair out of her face.
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YOU ARE A WEREWOLF
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AND I DON'T CARE, YOU AMAZE ME.
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YOU'RE THE MOST WONDERFUL MAN I'VE EVER MET.
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AND I KNOW YOU HATE ME
I don't hate you, he thinks.
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AND NEVER WANT TO SEE ME AGAIN
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AND MAYBE I DESERVE IT.
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BUT I THOUGHT I'D APOLOGIZE.
She takes a deep breath.
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BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU.
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OKAY. I'M DONE.
She smiles, a kind of forced, kind of broken smile.
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FRIENDS?
Again, Remus tries to shift himself upright. Damn, I'm pathetic.
"I can't," he calls from the couch. "I'm so, so sorry. But you don't want me!"
"I do," she says fiercely, trying desperately to pull his windowopen. It doesn't budge.
"No, Tonks, listen. I'm old. I'm pathetic, injured, poor and dangerous."
"I told you, I don't care!" She pulls at the window again.
"Well I do! Go find someone who deserves you," he says, finally pulling himself upright.
For a second she looks like she's going to cry. But then her face hardens. "Fine," she says, forgetting her wand and fretfully waving her hands.
The window cracks open and glass rains down.
"Reparo," Remus says, his hands trembling
When he looks up, she's gone.
angst angst angst angst
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