A/N: Thank you to wolfmarauder and poppiiD for reviewing... Not much to say - Read!
Tonks was nervous and afraid but at the same time eager and exited. She didn't know which of the said will overpower. It all confused her. As she stepped out of the fireplace, her heard still racing madly, she fretted for mad eye. Don't be daft, she reprimanded herself, he's head of the auror department. He is more than capable, for all she knows; it might have been an owl or something. But she couldn't help feeling worried; why was he so frightened? He had even called her Tonks! Moody never loses his front unless something really serious occurs.
She didn't know what to think anymore.
Also, she desperately wanted to know how Sirius was. Of course she knew Remus had gone to Azkaban, he was extremely obvious. She was still sure of his innocence and didn't doubt it for a second but his sanity wasn't so clear.
But how does she tell Remus, especially after he had seen Sirius, that he can do close to nothing, because he is, well, a werewolf…
I land at the gates of potter manor.
All I want to do is to go up to my room and stay there, undisturbed. As I walk briskly upstairs, the form of Tonks, curled up in an armchair in the Library, catches my eye and I, against my better judgment, retract my steps. She sees me come in and stands up, her eyes unreadable.
"Moony", she shouts eagerly, "You can't believe it, I had…", her voice trails away. She has noticed my face. She catches my eyes in her own and holds, and I gaze into the remarkable, endless black that had been there since the day Sirius was sent to Azkaban. She is so wonderful, so beautiful. "Moony?" she starts, hesitation now clear in her voice and on every feature of her pretty, heart shaped face.
I tunnel all my anger, my frustration, my pain into the perfection of her form. I lunge forwards, holding her, pressing my lips against hers.
She yelps, and nearly falls over backwards, but I catch her around the waist. She struggles even more but my hands won't move. What have I done? She looks at me, shock evident on her face, her eyes wide with horror. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out.
"Obliviate", this is the right thing, the only thing, to do.
She is flung back against the wall by the force of my spell and lands on the floor, along with a few dozen books. Then all is silent. The only thing to be heard is the ticking of the clock. I am frozen. I can't move.
Her expression is vague, her eyes misty.
"Remus".
I can't bare it. I storm out of the room, knocking a wooden chair on my way out.
"Remus".
Stupid. Idiot. Moron. Imbecile. Monster! Not fit to live among human beings. Not fit to among poor innocent girls who did nothing to deserve it. Ignorant monster. I won't let them, her, be hurt like I was.
With that decision I reach my room, and start to pack.
A/N: I really hate myself right now and I won't blame you if you do too...