March 2nd, 1998
Dear Teddy,
I haven't written you a letter in exactly twenty-seven years. It feels so strange, to be writing one again. It feels so strange to have a reason to. Exactly twenty-seven years, we've been together, and never once since that last letter have I had a reason to write. You've always been right by my side.
Teddy, you're dead. I just got the news yesterday, and I've only just managed to stop crying, although it will come back in a few moments. You left after we were tortured for Harry's whereabouts, because the Muggle-born Registration Committee was coming after you. Do you remember that?
Nymphadora is in hysterics, and I'm worried for the baby. Even Remus is terribly mournful, and you really didn't talk to him all that much. You've torn the family apart without even meaning to. It's so sad here, Teddy. I haven't been this sad since I met you. You were every reason I had to be happy for so long.
Why did you leave, Teddy? You promised you'd never leave. You promised everything would be fine, and that you would always be mine. But you're not, are you. Teddy, you were forty-four. You shouldn't have had to die. I thought it would be worth it, to leave my family.
I gave everything up to be with you. I don't regret one bit, except that you had to fall in love with the girl who made you a target. Do you remember when I thought you were going to die, and so I wrote you that letter? I told you I loved you that day, because I was afraid I could never tell you again. I made sure I told you I loved you every time you left my side from then on, but you know what I did when you ran from the Committee? I yelled at you. I cried for you. I told you to come home soon. Never once did I say I loved you.
Is it my fault then? I love you, Teddy. I love you Theodore Thomas Tonks. I love you Ted. I love you, my husband. Come back now, please! I told you I loved you, and last time you came back. So, come back now! I need you Teddy. I need you more than ever. How will I stand this house without you? All these pictures, and things you've touched to remember you by. I shouldn't have to need them.
And what will I tell your sisters? Tara and John and little Nellie? What about Tami and Jacob and Neil and Natalie and Natasha and Norm and Nadia? How are they going to deal with Uncle Ted being dead because of magic. They'll hate me, Ted. They'll hate Dora. They'll hate Dora's son, and Remus, and the Weasleys and Aiden and Evie. How do I tell them?
This letter was supposed to make me feel better, but now I'll go to send it, and I won't be able to. I could put it with the other letters, but then I would have to read them all, and I can't do that. Teddy, I love you so much, and now I can't help but think I didn't tell you often enough. We wasted so much time arguing and complaining and crying for Sirius and your mum and dad, when we really should have just been saying "I love you".
Please come back, Teddy. I'm the one who is supposed to run away. I'm the one who is supposed to apologize for leaving. I'm the one who is supposed to die first, because I can't live without you. Now who is defying expectations?
Your forever loving wife,
Andromeda Cassiopeia Tonks
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