Chapter Two
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Remus' mouth dropped wider open, if that were at all possible. He could barely comprehend what his wife had told him. She noticed this, sensing his uncertainty, and made to get up from her chair, lingering for just a moment in front of him so she could deliver her final statement.
"I know how you feel about children, Remus, that's why I was nervous about telling you, but let me tell you this. I am having these children, no matter what. I would never do anything to harm them, because I love them. Whether you do or not, I love them."
With that, Nymphadora turned on her heel and made for the door. She was almost out of reach when Remus' hand darted out, closing gently around her lower arm, not gripping enough to hurt her, but firmly enough to keep her held in place. She turned her head over her shoulder at this action, her hair purpling a little in her annoyance, but the unsure, almost anxious look on her husband's face made her turn completely back around before settling down on the seat next to him once more.
"I'm sorry, Dora. I'm really sorry." Remus sighed, suddenly ashamed at the sight of the tears in his wife's eyes, knowing without a doubt that he had caused them. Nymphadora remained silent, barely giving notice that she had heard the apology.
"Dora, it's just that... well, what if they're like me?" For the first time since they had married, Remus had sounded almost... scared. This brought Nymphadora's attention back to her husband and she finally turned to face him.
"They won't be, Remus-" she began.
"You don't know that, Dora! They could both be werewolves and it would be my fault!" The fear in Remus' voice had almost vanished completely, replaced with a tone of anger and a lesser one that was close to desperation. Nymphadora, however, was used to the arguments they had had before their marriage, where Remus had frequently used that tone of voice to argue that he was too old and poor for her, an argument that she had never listened to.
"Remus, we can deal with this. Even if they are, we've dealt with you being a werewolf, it isn't a problem anymore. So we can do the same for them if we have to."
"But it isn't the same! This is knowingly passing on a terrible curse to two innocent babies, I can't do it!" Remus cried, a small tear beginning to slip silently down his cheek, as he stood and left the room, his boots sounding slightly against the wooden floor of the hallway.
"Remus!" Dora yelled after him, only realising the futility of the shout once the front door clicked shut and she saw her husband walking quickly through the small Muggle suburb, almost desperately trying to get away from the house. Nymphadora merely leant forwards with her elbows on her thighs, her arms wrapped tightly, protectively around her stomach. The only sound in the house was the loud sigh she emitted.
"Please don't go." she whispered to the empty room.
A/N: Again, tiny, I know, but the action will begin soon, I promise. Please review, please, please, please!