SO, I got the idea to combine my stories "Raising The Rainbow" and "A Ready Made Spy". Some parts will be identical to the other stories, but with changes)
A formal warning: This story will contain abuse, non-con/rape, death, dark themes, it will not contain graphic descriptions of such.
*****And I don't own HP, or the excerpts you see below*****
It's literally just a reworking of a Ready Made Spy with Kingsley and Alastor instead- however, differences ahead!
"Tonks, may I speak to you?" Fleur asked, shortly after they arrived and had given Harry their present. Sirius had been able to go to Diagon Alley and buy Harry a new Firebolt, and they were now talking about the broom together, while Remus and Tonks had gotten him a book about defensive spells(which Tonks would always deny as being her idea- books were more Remus' thing).
She nodded, following Fleur into the quiet kitchen of the Burrow.
"I should apologise for the other night." Tonks said. To her surprise, Fleur shook her head.
"Non." She said. "I should apologise, Tonks."
"You?" Tonks asked, startled.
"I should not 'ave said what I said zat night." Fleur said, sitting at the table, gesturing for her to sit.
Tonks sat, unsure of what to say. "You don't have to apologise." Tonks said. "You were saying what everyone else was probably thinking, I had no right to try to curse you."
"If eet 'ad been me, who 'ad been accused, I wouldn't 'ave aimed at ze the wall."
"I wasn't aiming for the wall, honestly, but my hand was shaking."
Fleur smiled softly. "Eet was terrible aim, Tonks."
"My hand's steady today, would you like me to retry?"
"What 'appened?" Fleur asked, crossing her arms on the table and leaning forward slightly. "What did zey ask you?"
"They didn't really ask anything too specific, they just wanted information."
"But, you are alright, yes?"
She was a little surprised that Fleur seemed genuinely concerned, and not angry that she had been nearly cursed. "Yes, I- I'm alright."
"I am glad." Fleur said after a moment. "And 'ow are you and Kingsley?"
"We're alright. I think he's accepted that we may not know where Alastor ended up."
Fleur nodded. "Eet never 'urts to be 'opeful." She said. "Tonks, zere are not many women in ze Order, eet is nice to 'ave someone near my age."
"I'm closer to Bill's age, you're closer to Hermione's age." Tonks said. "But I suppose it's going to be nice having another young married woman around. Without my mother around, talking to Molly is..."
"Not ze same." Fleur said, nodding. "Yes, eet will be nice to 'ave someone who understands what eet is like to be newly married right now."
"I'm not sure it's any different than other times." Tonks said.
"If you could, would you 'ave waited?"
Tonks was quiet for a moment, and then looked out the kitchen window to where everyone was gathered. "Yes."
"Dora? Are you ready?" Remus asked, walking into the bedroom. Tonks was staring at the mirror, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her hair was blonde and curly, something Remus had only seen once before. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and it hurt that she looked so unhappy.
"I can't do this." She said quietly.
"Do what?"
"Wear this."
"What's wrong with it?" Remus asked, walking towards her. He couldn't see it, honestly. The dark blue dress was absolutely the most beautiful thing he had ever seen on her.
She looked at him in the reflection of the mirror. "I- I need to find something else." She said, heading for the closet.
"Dora, what's wrong?" Remus asked, grabbing her arm gently. "You look beautiful."
"It's- nothing." She said, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Dora, please tell me."
"I feel too exposed." She whispered. "I can just wear something else, I'm sure I have something..."
"Oh, Dora..."
To Remus, the dress suited her. It was exactly what he would have expected her to wear- a short, form fitting dress with strappy shoulders and a low cut back- it was exactly what he would have expected.
"Come here." Remus said, taking her arm and leading her in front of the mirror again. "You know, over the years, I learned a few charms related to clothes. I've had to patch all of mine myself."
"And...?" She asked, as he drew out his wand.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course." Tonks said, frowning slightly.
He traced his wand along the skirt first, lengthening it so it was at least knee-length, moving up to her arms, transfiguring the straps into sleeves that went down to her elbows, turning her around so he could alter the back as well.
"Is that better?" Remus asked as he put his wand away, and she nodded.
"Thank you, Remus." She said, and then she looked down at the dress, laughing lightly. "Remus, how well do you know Muggle fairy tales?"
"If you're about to mention Cinderella-"
"You know it, then?"
"The movie came out ten years before I was born and my mother was a Muggle, of course I know of it." Remus said, crossing his arms. "But I don't believe Transfiguring your dress makes me-"
"Are you saying the Fairy Godmother didn't use Transfiguration?"
"It's a Muggle movie, Dora-"
"Doesn't necessarily mean wizards didn't help make it." She said.
"Are you feeling better about this, then?" He asked, gesturing to her dress.
She nodded, smiling. She took a step forward, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much, Remus, for putting up with me lately."
"Putting up with you?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her. "Dora, I'm not doing anything I wouldn't do even if the last week hadn't happened. I love you, Nymphadora Tonks."
"Not as much as I love you, Remus Lupin. But please stop calling me Nymphadora." She said, releasing him and stepping towards the door. "We should go, we don't want to be late."
"Don't forget your shoes, Cinderella." Remus said. She grabbed her shoes and followed him. "And, we got a letter saying things seem suspicious at the Ministry today. If something goes wrong, grab Hermione and come here. Don't ask questions."
"Wotcher, Harry." She said quietly as the curly haired redhead reached them. He frowned slightly. "Arthur told us which one you'd be." She explained, and he nodded, turning to lead them down the aisle. "It must be nice, not to need glasses right now?"
"It's very unusual." Harry said. "I keep trying to adjust them. How are you both, then?"
"We're sorry about last night, Harry." Tonks said.
"The Ministry is being very anti-werewolf lately." Remus explained quietly. "And Dora's been missing from her job for nearly two weeks. We figured our presence wouldn't do you any favours."
"It's fine, I understand." Harry said to them, and Remus gave him a swift smile as they turned to sit. Harry disappeared back down the aisle, and Remus took Tonks' hand.
"I'm sorry you never got this." He said, and she turned to look at him.
"What do you mean?"
"A proper wedding."
"Could you imagine me trying to make my way down an aisle, wearing layers of lace and heels?"
"You're wearing heels right now."
Tonks shrugged. "I can see my feet, I can stay upright." She said. "But a long dress... not my thing."
"So, you don't ever regret it?" Remus said. "Not having a proper wedding, I mean."
"I don't regret it, Remus." She said. "I love you, and even if we had waited another year or five... it wouldn't have mattered how the wedding happened."
"Do you think it was rushed?"
"It was rushed, love.'' She said. "However, I decided last night, after we got home, that I wouldn't change a thing."
"Nothing?"
"Absolutely nothing." She said, taking his hand as Sirius sat on his other side. "Sirius, where have you been all day?"
"Diagon Alley." Sirius said. "Unlike women, men don't generally spend an entire day getting ready for a party that lasts only a few hours."
"It's not all day if I slept until eleven. Did you get what we needed?" Tonks asked.
"I bought anything they had. It may last four months."
They were walking along the boundaries, checking that no enchantments had fallen or been broken. Most of the Order had been alternating all night, just to make sure there were no weak spots in the boundaries. She was carrying her shoes in her hand, because she didn't trust herself not to trip on the uneven ground and hurt herself.
"Dora?" Remus asked, watching her as she stared in the direction of the invisible boundaries.
"Mhm?"
"Are you doing alright? Right now?" Remus asked. She had seemed alright most of the wedding, dancing with Bill and then with Charlie and even Sirius- Remus himself wasn't much of a dancer and gladly left her in the safe hands of her school friends and Sirius. She joined him a few moments ago, saying they should take a patrol and let the other Order members enjoy themselves.
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
She shrugged, frowning slightly as she stared at one spot near her foot. "I'm debating on pretending it didn't happen, actually."
"Is that what you want?"
"To pretend it didn't happen, or for it not to have happened?"
"I think I already know you wish it never happened." Remus said patiently. "I meant, do you want to pretend it didn't?"
"Very much so." She said.
"Then, perhaps we never speak of it again?" Remus offered. "Unless you need to, if it starts to bother you."
"I think that sounds good to me."
"Shall we go back, then?" Remus asked, and she nodded. She paused outside the tent to put her shoes back on, using his arm to keep her balance. They walked into the tent, joining Sirius, who was sitting with the twins. Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting together at the table next to them, talking quietly.
"There you are!" Sirius announced. "Come have a drink with Padfoot, Moony and... Mrs Moony, I guess?"
"Mrs Moony?" Remus asked, as they sat.
"I haven't thought of a nickname for her yet."
"She has two already, does she need more?" Remus asked.
"Yeah, well, I thought it up on the spot, alright?"
"That was pathetic, Sirius, even for you." Tonks commented, as something silver flashed into the tent.
The party seemed to cease as the lynx formed in the middle of the floor, everyone's eyes watching it.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
Everything seemed to freeze for a moment as the cat faded, a silent understanding passing through the crowd like a ripple. There was a series of loud cracks, and somebody screamed. Guests began to run in all different directions, some Disapparating- the enchantments had broken.
"Dora, go." Remus said, as he, Sirius and the twins began trying to place shield charms around the tent. "Go home-"
A spell barely missed them, nearly striking Sirius in the shoulder. Tonks spun, shooting a curse at the masked Death Eater. The masked Death Eater advanced on her, raising his wand.
"Protego!" Her and Remus' voices seemed to echo amidst the duels, the Death Eater's curse rebounding off of the shield, striking him. There was a loud crack next to them, and Sirius and Harry were gone.
Remus nodded at Tonks, and then he rushed for Ron, grabbing his arm. Tonks rushed for Hermione, grabbing her arm. "Let me lead!" She said quickly, and as soon as Hermione nodded, the wedding vanished.