Dear Dora,
Those past few weeks have, truly, been the best I've ever had. I am so happy to have found you, so happy you chose me of all people.
You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I remember well, when we first met. I was sitting in that dark kitchen at Grimmauldplace, planning with Sirius and Arthur, when suddenly the door opened. Alastor came in and announced that he had succeeded in recruiting yet another Auror. Great news at that time, we were outnumbered one to three by the Death Eaters. Another capable wizard couldn't hurt.
I don't know what the other two were expecting, but I certainly was surprised to see a young, widely grinning, blonde haired witch stumble into the kitchen. I remember that I smiled, when you missed the small step outside the door and nearly fell. It had happened to me too when I came there the first time, I could relate.
You cursed under your breath and straightened up, blushing you looked around, uncertain what to do next.
Moody started to introduce you, but he didn't even get the chance to say "Nymph-…" when you turned furiously on him, your hair suddenly turning a vivid Weasley-red and snarled "Do not call me Nymphadora!" Then you faced us and said "I'm Tonks" and sat down. Just like that, like we've known you for ages.
I liked you from the start. While Arthur, Sirius and Moody were filling you in on the plans and everything we've accomplished so far, I was still staring at you. Your hair started to turn blonde at the ends again. I watched fascinated, I'd never seen a Metamorphmagus before. But apart from admiring your ability I also appreciated the fact that you'd brought some colour into the gloomy room, finally a distraction from all the darkness, a reason to smile.
When we stopped planning for that night, because Molly came in and announced it was time for dinner, you immediately sprang up, eager to help.
I smiled some more when you started to set the table and knocked over the Juice-Jug. You wouldn't stop apologising, even though I assured you no harm was done. I thought your clumsiness was adorable, rather than embarrassing.
You grinned at me, looking up with those dark, twinkling eyes. And at that moment I knew, I knew you were the person that would always make me smile. I knew you were the person that would always make me feel better. I knew it.
But I also knew I couldn't be with you. At that moment I felt something break inside me. It was the first time I fully understood the range of my condition. Discrimination and distrust I could handle. But this feeling, this knowledge, that I could not be with you was nearly too much. I tried to avoid making eye contact with you again that evening. I didn't think I could stand it.
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Long live Magic!