Chapter 15: Howl

"Thanks Molly," Tonks murmured as Molly placed a bowl of steaming soup in front of her with a basket of bread.

"Do eat up, Tonks dear," Molly said, her voice warm and thick with care.

Tonks nodded, lowering her head and started digging in. The soup was so good; it warmed her throat and her middle just the way she remembered. She was hungry but also guilty for killing Molly's hopes for her and Charlie. She'd heard from Sirius that Charlie had taken off for Romania, looking positively depressed. Molly hadn't been happy about that but let him go.

"Slow down Tonks," Sirius grinned. Tonks looked up. Remus was looking at her across the table, his eye bags heavier under the light; he looked so fragile and sickly. There was a look in his eyes that Tonks just can't put into words. She smiled at him.

"Good?" Remus asked, his voice hoarse. He'd specially come downstairs to accompany her for dinner. Sirius had looked exceptionally surprised and couldn't stop staring when Remus did so. Tonks had a feeling this was again a first for Remus to even be in the mood and state to come down for dinner just before the full moon.

"Very," She grinned, dipping her head

Remus nodded his head, giving a painful looking smile that came out as a grimace.

Dinner was spent mostly of Tonks wolfing down whatever was placed on her plate which was constant refilled by Molly. Remus spent his dinner eating little and mostly watching her.

Mad-Eye had took off before dinner, saying that he'll inform Dumbledore of Tonks's current lodging; Grimmauld Place instead of Spinner's End. But she reckoned she'll still have to go back there soon, or whenever Voldemort called his Death Eaters through the mark; and Snape would inform her.

As she started working through her 3rd plate of food, Remus stood and she instantly stopped, looking up at him curiously.

"Moon," Remus reminded, forcing another painful smile, "it's not safe for me to stay any longer,"

"Alright, I understand," Tonks nodded. She hurriedly wolfed down the remaining food on her plate as Remus left after murmuring softly to Sirius who nodded.

She finished her food and stood, walking out of the kitchen after Remus. To her surprise, she found him walking towards the main door of Grimmauld Place.

"Remus? Where are you going?" She asked.

He looked visibly shocked as he turned, "No where," Remus murmured, glancing back at her.

"You're not staying her for the night are you?" Tonks snapped.

"No, I am not," He replied, pushing open the door. The sky was lighted in warm orange. She missed the sunset.

"Where are you going?" She followed him out.

"Away, just for the night," Remus shrugged. He looked so frail in the doorway of Grimmauld Place.

"Why?"

"Nymphadora, please," He said witheringly, "Remember, you don't follow me,"

Tonks pressed her lips shut, despite the protest that hung at the edge. She did promise him that, in return for 3 requests she can have.

"Remus," She spoke before he could take another step. Her throat seemed choked up. She knew how cruel she would be for him, "Please stay for the night, you'll get hurt out there…" Tonks saw him glance towards the rapidly disappearing sun, "Please…it's a request. One of the three," Remus flinched and her heart jumped, aching at the sight but there was no regret. It was for his safety.

"Nymphadora,"

"Don't call me that, it's Tonks,"

Remus forced a smile, "Don't do this to me,"

"You promised, the three requests in return for not going out after you,"

"I would do anything for you, I'm not breaking my promise," Remus said, his eyes flashing to the quickly fading light of the setting sun.

"Then I will not be," Tonks shrugged, aware of how cruel and childish she was. She strode forward, slipping her hand in his.

"Nymphadora…Anything, I would do, just not this,"

She glared at the floor. Remus was more stubborn than she'd thought. Noble prat…

"Fine," She didn't miss his sigh of relief, "Just promise me, you'll be safe,"

"Yes, I will," Remus looked earnestly at her, "I promise I will be safe,"

Tonks nodded stiffly as he slipped his hand out from hers, lumbering into the alley. This wasn't right! Being safe would not be in his control once he transformed. Bloody hell…Promise be damned.

Before she could stop herself, Tonks found herself dashing after Remus. She instantly whipped out her wand, using her apparition detection spell that she'd learn at the Auror training as part of Stealth and Tracking. Knowing the location, Tonks willed an apparition, instantly; she felt the squeeze of an apparition, bringing her to Remus.

Her boots crunched on the dried twigs and leaves on the floor. It was darker than she'd thought. Her heart thumped in her chest, threatening to explode with anxiousness as she tread forward cautiously on the forest floor. Tonks jumped, her wand at the ready as she heard a soft rustling.

Then it occurred to her… Remus would not be the only wolf out here tonight.

She cursed as her toe stubbed on a protruding trunk. She managed to balance herself before falling into a heap on the ground. Her blood froze as an owl hooted in a distance.

"Damn it," Tonks muttered, keeping her wand firmly in her hand, "Lumos," Her wand lit up and she hurriedly directed it to the ground, biting her lips and wishing she wouldn't attract attention. She had no idea what she was going to do when she found Remus. Tonks could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead just thinking about meeting him in his 'furry' form.

In the back of her mind, she vaguely heard Mad-Eye barking at her for her recklessness. This was reckless, but Tonks wasn't about to let Remus roam out here alone at night. He had been there for her when she was in the dirt and no matter what happened, she wasn't going to let him down.

The night was shattered with a howl.

Tonks jumped practically a foot into the air, her training tearing at every nerve in her body to run or attack. She urged her legs to walk towards that direction.

Praying that it was Remus, she approached a split in the trees.

"Oh merlin," Tonks breathed quietly. She could see a hunched wolf at the edge of the cliff. The huge full moon was right ahead. Tonks stayed where she was, any closer and she may be dinner.

She could see its fur sticking out in all directions, its shoulder hunched so that its muzzle is touching the ground. Tonks could make out a faint growling in its throat.

Tonks let out a quiet breath, stepping back cautiously. It'll be safer to observe from a distance rather than stand there…

It seemed surreal before her heels crunched on a bunch of dried leaves. Tonks held her breath as the wolf raised its great big head from the ground. It turned and glared at her with yellowy eyes. Her heart seemed to stop as Tonks choked on her attempt to breathe.

"Remus," Tonks choked out, holding her wand out in front of her. She ignored how awfully pathetic it looked as her protection from such a savage hungry wolf. Tonks didn't miss it as its jaw slackened, the wolf practically salivating as it sniffed the air. It stalked forward, away from the Cliffside, regarding her with hungry eyes, "Remus, don't," She managed weakly. Tonks knew she could very well blast him off the edge of the cliff but she couldn't. Her hand trembled at that thought.

It was closer now. Tonks could see the dirt and see the haphazard appearance of its fur. The gleam in its eyes sent shiver down her spine. This was definitely a far cry from the Remus she knew. Of course she'd spent time thinking how Remus would be when he was a werewolf. She'd never seen one personally till now but she'd always imagined him better than this. Its eyes were just disturbing. It was like Remus had completely changed into someone else, or something else.

It lurched at her with a loud snap of its powerful jaws. Tonks glimpsed its fleshy legs bulging as it leaped to her. She dropped to the mud, feeling its fur brush her across the head. Tonks scrambled for cover frantically, her wand still in her hand but she was hesitant to use it.

The wolf growled and snapped its jaws as it landed behind her. Tonks took off, her heart pounding from the adrenaline. The forest floor seemed to be not as dangerous as before as Tonks fled, well aware of the rhythmic and steady footfalls behind her. She wanted to apparate but know she'd splinch if she did so now. Least she could do was make sure she was in the right state mentally.

The forest seemed to be brighter as the clouds shifted to reveal the moon which was, ironically, lighting her way as she fled.

Tonks felt her wounds ache, demanding a stop but she couldn't, not if she wanted to live. She could use her wand but Tonks wasn't sure if the spells she used would kill him and she didn't want that. Remus was still Remus…

Her run was cut short as a fallen tree caught her by surprise. Tonks felt her shin scraped on the trunk and she tumbled to the floor. There was a heavier foot falls and Tonks glimpsed the wolf leaping over her, cornering her between the tree and him.

She warily shifted, feeling for her wand. It leaped just as her fingers closed around it. Instantly, the first spell which came to her mind was casted.

A jet of black flashed once, hitting the wolf in the chest in midair making it impossible for it to duck. It let out a yelp and collapsed to the ground. Tonks's heart wrenched, heavy with guilt.

"Oh no," She muttered, frantically getting to her feet and running over to the limpless wolf. As Tonks got closer, she sigh in relieve, spotting the slight rise and fall of its torso. She noticed its muscled and meaty legs, its strong neck and altogether quite a well fed body. It wasn't how she thought Remus would be at all.

In a blur, Tonks glimpsed the wolf leap up, lunging at her. She fumbled for her wand with her left hand whilst defending herself with her right. Tonks felt it raked its long sharp claws at her, splitting her arm. The impact sent her to the ground. She scrambled back, her survival instinct far greater than her pain.

"No, Remus," She said desperately, sliding away. The wolf seemed to not have heard her; instead it stalked forward dangerously, eyes flickering to her bleeding arm. Its tongue lashing out from its formidable jaws to taste the air, "it's me, don't-" It ran forward to its prey. Squeezing her eyes shut, Tonks hunched down.

She heard a whimper before opening her eyes to see two wolves in a fight. All she could clearly see was a thick ball of tangled fur struggling to gain the upper hand over the over. She recognized the one whose fur had a brown tint to it with all the mud in the fur and the second one, the newcomer, whose short grey fur was shaggy but not as filthy as the other. That was all Tonks could see of the other in the blur of the fight.

Tonks scrambled away quietly, her wand in hand. From behind a tree, Tonks cradled her bleeding arm and watched the fight. She winced as the wolf kicked the newcomer viciously in the side of the head with its hind legs. Tonks watched as the grey one fell on its side, winded with the kick. The other loomed above its fallen enemy with a feral growl of an Alpha wolf.

"Remus…no, you wouldn't want to do this…" Tonks muttered, raising her wand and carefully choosing her spell. A jet of red shot from her spell and struck the ground at the feet of the triumphant wolf. It yelped in shock as the ground burst into a flurry of red. It kicked off from the ground and dashing off into the woods. Tonks watched with mixed amusement and relief as it fled. She considered going after him but she wasn't so worried now, knowing Remus wasn't as weak as she'd thought he would be.

She slinked out from the tree, her arm starting to ache agonizingly now that the adrenaline started to seep away. The grey wolf was still lying limply on the ground. Tonks approached her savior, cautiously.

This one looked like a dry twig. Tonks could count the number of ribs it had. Its legs were practically weak stilts, some small amount of decent muscles allowing it to run. It stirred, shaking his head up from the ground, clearing its mind.

"This one's probably wants me for itself…" Tonks mused, backing away, her wand up as the wolf rose.

This wolf had grayish eyes in the dimmer moonlight. It regarded her from its distance, sniffing the air subtlety.

Doesn't look like it wants to eat me…Tonks stood her ground. Slowly, it put one foot in front of the other, approaching her. Its demeanor seemed different but Tonks couldn't put a finger on it. It was evident this one was definitely underfed but it didn't seem hungry. She looked into its eyes to see it eyeing her bleeding arm.

"Thank you," She said hesitantly. Tonks saw its ears pricked up at her voice, its eyes flickering to her face. It let out a low rumble in its throat, slinking a little further. She took a slow step forward, her hand reached out. Maybe not all werewolves were bad?

The moment her hand reached out, it snapped its jaws at her.

"Come on," Tonks muttered, taking agonizingly small steps forward. She hadn't gotten rid of the idea that this wolf fit her imaginary wolf-Remus better than the other, "Remus?" She said stupidly.

Its ears pricked again at her voice. Tonks could sense its apprehensiveness as it brought its forepaw forward.

"Remus," She repeated decidedly, taking another step, "You wouldn't hurt me," She added despite knowing it was a pretty good chance the wolf didn't understand her. It inclined its head, sniffing the air and Tonks tensed, gripping her wand in her other hand. Her arm was throbbing and she could very well heal it with the spells she knew but any sudden movement and Remus or not, this wolf would have her for dinner.

It seemed to be regarding her with careful and calculating dark eyes, its body going still as silence took over the forest.

Suddenly, the fur on the back of its neck bristled and the wolf arched its back, letting out a sharp fierce bark. Tonks didn't wait. She turned and ran into the forest, not looking back. She could hear the wolf coming after her. She could almost be sure it was Remus; however not in control he was.

Tonks cradled her arm, trying not to jostle it as much as she could knowing that the blood she bled and left behind would only make her a more enticing meal for Remus right now. Desperately losing her energy to run any more, Tonks grappled on the trunk of the nearest and most dependable looking tree and began climbing. She felt the wolf snap at the toe of her boot just as she left that small notch in the tree.

Beneath, the wolf growled and snapped its jaws at her as Tonks settled herself into the crook of the thick branches. It jumped and clawed at the trunk but was unable to climb the tree or ram it down. She leaned herself back, watching the wolf tackle the tree, frustrated.

Instantly, she took out her wand, muttering the incantation to heal her wound on her arm. The nasty gash began closing itself up, leaving behind a raw shiny scar.

She glanced down the tree to see the wolf giving up. It inclined its head and let out a mournful howl. Shivers ran down her spine at the sound. It didn't saunter away however, and instead, it surprised Tonks when it settled down at the base of the tree. She watched it stretched its body out on the dried leaves, resting its head on its folded paws. The wolf closed its eyes but its ears were pricked for any noise she made.

"Remus, why haven't you had your wolfsbane?" Tonks asked aloud. The wolf beneath lifted its head to look up at her, a deep snort emitting from its throat, "that's not an answer," She accused. It seemed to decide that she wasn't moving and lay its head back down on its paws, "Fine, ignore me, you do that best," She huffed. In a minute, she was chastising herself for talking to Wolf Remus and expecting a reply.

The night was really going to be long and before Tonks knew it, her head lolled back onto the rough bark of the tree and her eyes closed.

She jumped awake, almost falling off the tree. Tonks frantically grasped onto the branch to regain her balance.

The night was getting really dark and Tonks glanced down to see a heap of fur. Remus was still there. She could see the steady rise and fall of its body as it breathed. It looked sound asleep. Tonks looked up in the sky and know it was going to be dawn soon; the night was always the darkest before sunrise, as the saying goes.

Tonks wanted to get off the tree, sleeping on it was giving her a bad backache. She snapped a thin branch from the tree she was on. Below, the wolf stirred but remained unmoving from its sleep. To further test it, Tonks dropped the branch down. It fell with a soft thud on the leaves a distance away and the wolf still didn't budge.

She knew it could be a trick; a smart one to lure her down, but she needed to leave before Remus returned to his normal self. He would be furious if he wasn't already. Tonks could very well apparate from her position in the tree but her curiosity urged her down from the tree and cautiously approaching the sleeping wolf.

Tonks found the tip of her fingers on the fur of the scrawny werewolf. She can't help but notice how soft and warm the fur was; mildly considering the option of curling up against it but decided not to lose a limb tonight. She could do it next time.

Tonks withdrew her fingers as the wolf jerked in its sleep, its eyes searching underneath its eyelids.

Instantly, she backed a safe distance away and just as the wolf opened its eyes to reveal dark greenish eyes, Tonks apparated away. A crack shattering the quiet night.

She found herself near Grimmauld Place. Tonks slipped out of the alley, entering the old house. She could hear Sirius snoring from the kitchen and knew he'd fallen asleep, probably drunk.

Upon entering, she was right. In front of Sirius was a bottle of firewhiskey and his head was slumped on the table, his mouth slightly ajar to emit a snore.

"Sirius," Tonks approached him, gently shaking him awake.

A snore stopped short as Sirius sat up blearily, "What?" He looked up at her with half asleep eyes, "Tonks!" His eyes widened.

"Why didn't Remus take his wolfsbane?" She demanded, wanting to get the truth before Remus returned.

Sirius looked at her, shell-shocked.

"Are you shocked that I know or that he didn't take his wolfsbane?" Tonks nudged him viciously in the ribs.

Yelping, Sirius jumped out of his chair, "Oi! Keep your hands to yourself and Moony wouldn't want you knowing that!"

"Moony doesn't know what's good for him," Tonks countered and Sirius didn't seem to have an argument for that, "so why didn't he take his wolfsbane?"

"Tonks…" Sirius sighed.

"Come on Snuffles," Tonks whined, tugging on his sleeve, causing his arm to slip off the edge of the table.

"You're good at that," Sirius shot her a look, "but it won't work," He sang and Tonks smirked. He was evidently trying to convince himself that.

"Come on! Please…" She pouted, looking at him in that endearing manner which her dad always seem to succumb to and the one Mad-Eye always crack a smile or a snort at.

"Oh al-bloody-right!" Sirius shot her a withering look, throwing his hands up in defeat, "Moony can't find the bloody money for nuts and end up brewing his own. Which turned up into Merlin-knows-what! He thinks it would never work so he just had to leave for the night!"

Tonks frowned, upset. That wasn't what she wanted to hear but exactly what she'd anticipated would be the reason. Poor Remus…

"What happened to your arm?" Sirius demanded, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"What?" Tonks replied defensively, instantly shifting her arm as discretely out of sight.

"Let me look at that," He lunged and grabbed her by the wrist before she could hop back. Sirius took in the horrid tear in the fabric which was frustratingly in the vague shape of claws marks. Beneath it, however, was nothing but smooth skin, only ruined by an ugly shiny scar. Sirius looked positively sick as he paled.

"Sirius," Tonks mumbled uncomfortably as she twisted her arm out of his grip deftly, just like how Mad-Eye taught her in her training.

"You didn't…" Sirius growled.

"I didn't," Tonks shrugged.

"Blacks didn't have a talent for lying, Nymphie," He snarled.

"Don't call me-"

"It would destroy him!" Sirius barked fiercely as he shot up from his seat. Tonks jumped, taken aback.

"It wasn't him!" Tonks protested, unable to find her rage to fight off Sirius's.

Sirius snorted, "Yeah…right. Because Moony is the most bloody optimistic werewolf ever existed."

"Just, keep your mouth shut," Tonks said in a hushed voice as the door creaked down the hall. Sirius glared at her, "Unless you want the lie you see to kill your best friend," Tonks challenged. If it was even possible, Sirius's glare got more intense before he stomped out into the hall.

Tonks smiled in triumph as she followed him out.

Remus was in the corridor, looking like hell has frozen over. His face was hollow, casting dark and depressing shadows over his eyes especially. The right side of his face still had traces of dirt on them. His hair was disheveled in an endearing manner which made Tonks just want to hug him. His clothes was crumpled and looked like it was hastily pulled over. Every step came with a limp and his joints seem to creak as he winced. Apart from that however, there didn't seem to be traces of blood on him to which Tonks thanked merlin and all the other deities above.

"Hey Moony," Sirius grinned. Tonks'll definitely give him credits for his excellent acting skills, "how's the moonlight?"

Remus grimaced a smile, "back-breaking," Tonks tilted her head around Sirius, smiling. Remus looked appalled as he looked at her, "Tonks?" He blinked.

"Wotcher," She grinned.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes widened in something akin to horror and shame.

"Visiting," Tonks shrugged but Remus was frowning despite how painful she knew it was for him, "You look great," She assured.

"Handsome," Sirius corrected, backing her up.

Remus sighed heavily, his hand holding the wall for support as he continued down the corridor. Both Tonks and Sirius shot forward, "I think I can manage the stairs," Remus said evenly as he took a painful step up. The Blacks stared after him, restraining themselves from helping him.

"He's a proud man," Tonks commented distractedly.

"No, he's just ashamed for you to see him like this. Just like how every man would be," Sirius shrugged.

"I wouldn't judge him," She said.

"He would,"

"Remus?" Tonks knocked on the door. It was left ajar. She peered in.

"Wait a second," Remus's hoarse voice travelled to her and Tonks instantly withdrew.

"Alright," She replied.

There were a few thuds and one small grunt before the door swung open painfully slow.

"Are you alright?" The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Remus looked the same, apart from the change of clothes. He was now wearing a simple and very faded cotton jumper and pajamas pants.

"I'm fine," Remus sighed, raking his fingers through his hair and Tonks could see even that simple habit hurt.

"May I come in?" Tonks asked, glancing into the room. Remus frowned but looked behind him before stepping back to let her in, "how was last night?" She sat down on the wooden chair, tilting her body so her arm was well covered.

"Apparently not as bad," Remus furrowed his brows, sitting down gingerly on the bed.

"What do you mean?" Tonks feigned ignorance.

"It's….better than it's supposed to be," He hesitated, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he grinded his teeth together.

He just looked so vulnerable and in pain… Tonks left her chair and found herself sitting by him on the bed. Her unhurt hand flew up and she gently got rid of the small amount of dried mud off his cheek. Remus was sitting so still that Tonks felt like crying out in sheer frustration. She smiled as he leaned into her touch just by a small inch.

"Remus," Tonks started, careful to keep her voice soft. This moment was too fragile for her to destroy, "I was there last night," she blurted. She didn't want them to have any secrets, least of all that one.

He froze, the colour draining from his face in less than a second and his eyes searched her body.

"What…" He croaked. Tonks could only cringe at the tone, so thick with pain of betrayal.

"I was there and you were-"

"A monster," Remus said through his gritted teeth. His hands shot up, grabbing her around the arm firmly, "I told you not to follow me-"

"I'm fine!" Tonks snapped. Remus froze for the second time as he removed his hand from atop her wounded but fixed arm, "You didn't do that," she hurriedly explained, "I promise, you didn't do this to me," Tonks stated firmly, steeling her gaze, knowing it would convince him she was telling the truth.

She'd never seen Remus so vulnerable, the usual guardedness and cautious all gone, replaced with hate and pain. The side he'd hidden away from the eyes of the outside world; the werewolf in him.

"I'm sorry," Remus said, his voice hoarse. He removed his grip on her. His brows furrowed with concentration as he looked away.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Tonks spoke softly, "I'll just leave you alone," she stood.

Unexpectedly, Remus watched as she stood. His brows were furrowed and his eyes held deep emotions which Tonks couldn't comprehend. He reached towards the bedside table and picked up a small container, "Here,"

"What is it?" She asked.

"Balm, for wounds inflicted by werewolf," Remus replied and Tonks didn't miss the disgust.

"Not by this wolf," She took his hand in both of hers instead of the balm, "I'm fine. I know a trick or two to heal these."

Remus's hand lowered and she shot him a smile before turning to leave the room.

She stopped at the door, "And Remus?" He was still sitting at the edge of the bed, still shrouded in despair, "You don't look half as bad as you thought on the full moon," Tonks grinned, not waiting for his reply before slipping out and shutting the door softly.

There were no windows.

It was the first thing Tonks realized as she sat in the kitchen of Grimmauld, her ears listening for some sort of sound to signify Remus's presence upstairs but so far there were none. She wanted to know the time but due to her excellent ability to lose or break things, she didn't wear a watch; it was a danger hazard to her.

She was getting increasingly impatient, wishing Remus would just come down and start being the old Remus she knew.

"He won't be coming down anytime soon. It takes at least a day," Sirius came into the kitchen.

Tonks looked at her, shooting him an accusing look as if he'd invaded on her.

"And you told him, didn't you?" He sat down in the chair at the head of the table.

"Yes," Tonks inclined her chin and replied, trying not to feel sorry and guilty to doing that.

To her surprise, Sirius just sighed, "Cuz, you don't understand Remus…"

"We can't all stick to the status quo, Sirius," She snapped.

That line seemed to sober him a little more, "Bloody right you are about that," Sirius said bitterly, "compared to the Blacks, we definitely fall short on doing that, by more than a mile,"

Tonks laughed, "Definitely," Then when it subsides, Remus came back into her mind, "You think he'd…" she struggled to find the words.

"come around? He always eventually does. Time is always an issue," Sirius gave her a charming crook smile. Sirius could be charming when he wanted to be. If he wasn't a convicted criminal, Tonks was almost positive that he'll have tons of women on his tail right now, literally.

"Then I shall stay here till he does, shan't I?" Tonks grinned.

"Reckon you could," Sirius smirked, "That would be touching."

"Shut it Sirius," She growled warningly.

"How's that wound Cuz?" He ignored her warning, the smirk never leaving his face, "I tried that once, it never healed properly," Sirius began rolling up his sleeve, as if to emphasize his point.

"It's fine. And I'm fairly sure the wolf that inflicted yours is quite different from mine,"

"Oh really?" Sirius raised both eyebrows, "So you weren't lying when you said that? You weren't just trying to soothe Remus's conscience?"

She slapped his arm, "Git," muttered Tonks beneath Sirius's guffaws.

Her mind was a haze. She was walking in the forest again. Her senses with heightened and in a distance she heard a howl.

"Remus?" She called, struggling to see through the haze. Then she jumped, feeling a soft touch on her shoulder.

Tonks opened her eyes to see wood. It was pressed up against the side of her face, definitely a dream… She groaned inwardly. Her head ached and her eyes practically closed by itself with fatigue.

"Tonks,"

"Huh?" She replied blearily, registering the touch on her shoulder.

"Nymphadora, wake up,"

To be continued…

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