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 from the book/movie you see below*****

Also, good news, guys!

I am starting a sequel for this! So, it will follow whoever survives! Yay!

I promised a sequel last time and didn't deliver. I also didn't deliver an ending. I will deliver BOTH!

"I'm sorry, I'll take him upstairs and put up a Silencing Charm-" Tonks began, but Alastor was standing near her, and shook his head. He gestured for her to hand Teddy over, and she placed Teddy in his arms gently.

"You cried a lot during the first week we had you." Alastor said, sitting in the armchair. "We were terrible at trying to figure out what you needed. Sometimes you needed to be fed or changed or were just crying for the sake of it. And sometimes-" He gestured to Teddy with his free hand, and she saw that Teddy was now falling asleep. "-you just wanted someone different. Why don't you try to get a few hours of sleep?"

"Well, I'm not tired." She said, but a few seconds later, she yawned involuntarily.

"Just like when you were a kid." Alastor said, pointing to the couch. "Lay down, get some sleep. I'm sure you'll wake up if someone comes home."

Tonks wanted to argue, but nodded. She walked over to the couch, sinking onto the cushions. She didn't realise how tired she was, and she was asleep quickly. Later, she'd be relieved she didn't have any nightmares, but it was strange that her dreams were filled with memories, moments that had seemed pointless when they had happened, but later reminded her they were her parents.

She was thirteen when she stood at the bathroom sink, brushing her teeth when he approached looking like he was a little uncomfortable, something she had really never seen before.

"Nymphadora." Alastor said. "I'd like to talk to you."

She nodded for him to continue.

"Well, you're a girl-"

"That's a surprise to me." She commented, after spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste.

"You, quiet." Alastor said. "As a young girl, I imagine there are- things- happening to you-"

She nearly choked on the toothpaste. "Oh, Alastor, no! You don't have to do this." She said.

"A young girl needs to know-"

"No, I-"

"-about what happens as she gets older-"

"No, please don't-"

"-and someone needs to teach her about them-"

"Alastor. I got my period last summer, and Molly told me everything, you can stop."

Alastor looked relieved and she tried not to laugh as he walked away, clearly feeling fortunate that he didn't have to say it. After a moment, he paused, turning and heading back towards her. Somehow, it was weirdly humorous that one of the best Aurors at the Ministry found it difficult to have these kinds of talks.

"So, there was something else."

"Oh?" She asked.

"If you're ever on a date, and can't find an excuse to leave, just kill the lad. It'll get you out of a bad date every time."

She was fourteen when Kingsley told her they weren't terrible people, and Kingsley had been right. However, their house was too clean. They were too proper.

Alastor and Kingsley didn't care. She could leave books or shoes in the living room for three weeks, and they wouldn't say a thing or move them. Margaret Tonks on the other hand...

And then there were the disagreements.

"Ted was selfish."

That was the most common one she heard, that he was selfish. He should have turned his back on wizards. How could he fight for what was right, it was simply selfish.

And her mother. The things Margaret said about her mother- about how Andromeda had really been to blame. After all, it was her family that caused most of the problems for Ted and Andromeda.

After staying with them for a couple of days, she had realised she hadn't ever thought to mourn her parents. Here, Margaret always mentioned her father, always voiced how heartbroken she was about what had happened. There were pictures of her father, one which had an always lit candle in front of it on the mantle.

However, she simply hadn't known Ted and Andromeda as her parents. Kingsley and Alastor were her parents, simple as that. And here, she constantly felt bad because while Margaret made herself upset by talking about what happened, she simply felt nothing at all.

When she had been young, around four or five, Alastor and Kingsley had- very carefully- explained that most children had a mother and father, but she had neither, only two godfathers who really had no idea what they were doing. And she was fine with it. They were never called "Dad" by her, and she had never thought it weird.

They were her family. She was their daughter. And no person in the Wizarding World dared to make remarks about the girl raised by two male Aurors, especially when one was Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody.

However, this was another difference in the home of Margaret and Frank. Frank rarely spoke at all, but Margaret loved saying how she was strange because she hadn't had a mother.

"A little time with me, you'll be a proper young lady!"

She didn't want to be here, and she was sure Frank and Margaret could tell.

One evening, she slipped outside to sit on the back porch for a while. After a few minutes, she heard the back door open.

"You don't like it here." Frank Tonks said, sinking onto the step next to her.

"I'm trying, but-"

"Maggie is a difficult woman." Frank said. "Things haven't been the same since your parents vanished. For a while, she expected them to come back."

"Where were you? Why haven't I met you before?"

"We didn't know where you were, actually. We knew you had been adopted, but that's all we knew." Frank said. "It took us a few years to find out who had you, and a few more years to decide if we wanted to disrupt your home life."

"But didn't you want to meet me?"

"Of course we did." Frank said. "But, it was a complicated decision. We don't know what happened to Ted, or your mother. I'm not happy with what happened, or with not knowing the full story."

"I'm not sure anyone knows. They just left."

"You think they left?"

She shrugged.

"You're right that no one knows." He said. "Doesn't mean you should hate them for it, though."

She sighed, standing and heading inside. Later that night, she packed her bag and slipped out of house- surprising herself with how quiet she was. A few blocks later, she heard a car pull up beside her just after she had crossed the street.

The moment she saw the police car, she knew she wasn't getting far. The officer believed her when she had said she was leaving a friend's house, heading home. He asked where her parents lived, and seemed surprised that it was so far, saying he'd give her a ride.

When they pulled up the house, Kingsley was outside, heading for his car. He froze when he saw the police car, and the rushed to her when she stepped out.

"Dora! What were you thinking? We just got the call- why would you run away?" Kingsley demanded, taking her bag from her. He didn't sound very angry, and she realised he must not be, because he threw his arms around her a moment later.

"I'm sorry."

The officer had stepped out the car by now, and was leaning on his open door. "She says she was leaving a friend's house, is that true? Are you her father?" He asked.

She looked up at Kingsley, wondering if he'd tell the truth. "Yes, I'm her father. And yes, she was leaving a friend's house. We just got a call, saying they had argued and she had left. I was on my way to pick her up." Kingsley said, and the officer nodded. "Thank you, officer."

"Well, next time you argue with a friend, wait for a ride from your father. You never know what kind of people you may encounter this late at night." The officer said, getting back into his car.

"Thank you, Kingsley." She said, as he scooped up her bag again.

"Well, I'm grateful you're alright." Kingsley said. "However, you are grounded."

She jumped awake when the door opened loudly. Alastor cursed as Teddy began to cry.

"Sorry!" Sirius said loudly, as Tonks sat up and Alastor walked to the bassinet to pick Teddy up. Tonks stood, taken slightly by surprise at how rough Sirius looked. She realised there was light behind their curtains, and wondered how long she had slept. Had Teddy not been hungry all night? Was the fighting over?

"Voldemort's dead." Sirius said, and both Alastor and Tonks simply stared at him. "I'm just going to say it again because that's not the reaction I expected. Voldemort is dead."

"What do you mean by dead?" Tonks asked.

"I mean, he's dead." Sirius said. "It's been over for an hour or two, we were trying to organise some things. Kingsley's been elected temporary Minister, until a proper election-"

"Where's Remus?" Tonks asked. "Why isn't he with you?"

"He's helping with some of the injuries." Sirius said. "Told me he'd be here as quickly as possible."

"How bad was it?" Alastor asked. "What happened?"

"Well, Voldemort and his Death Eaters knew Harry was going there, so we all tried to keep them from getting into the school. Obviously, we could only delay them. Anyway, there was a bunch of fighting, a lot of damage to the school, and here we are. Harry kicked Voldemort's arse."

"How many died?" Tonks asked.

"Fifty of ours, I'm not sure how many of theirs." Sirius said. "However, and you may find this interesting, Remus killed dear Bella."

The green curse struck Colin, sending the teenager tumbling down the stairs limply. Remus reacted before thinking, chasing after Bellatrix, Sirius yelling after him and following.

Remus knew why Sirius was refusing to leave Remus' side, because Sirius had promised Remus would return home alive- and Sirius refused to let the unthinkable happen.

"No, Ron! No!" Remus heard Harry's voice yell, but he didn't think to pause to see what had happened. One quick glance told him Sirius had taken off to help the kids.

Bellatrix knew he was pursuing her, and led him down a corridor that was littered with debris from the battle that had moved away from it.

"Well, this is lovely." Bellatrix said as she turned to face him. "If I kill you, it's easier to get to my baby."

"You mean my baby." Remus growled. "And you're not getting anywhere near him." Bellatrix simply grinned, which annoyed Remus further. He raised his wand, shoot a Stunning Curse at her, which she rebounded with a quick flick of her wand.

"Oh, how interesting. You choose a Stunning Curse to keep me from my baby?" Bellatrix asked. "Pathetic."

"I notice you haven't bothered to fight back, so wouldn't that make you pathetic?" Remus asked, and he sidestepped a spell she threw at him, sending a Killing Curse at her. This was it. He wasn't letting her leave.

He noticed she seemed distracted, as if she was waiting for a signal or something similar, and he figured she was waiting for Voldemort to announce Harry's death. One of his Disarming Spells caught her off guard, knocking her wand from her hand. She seemed surprised as he advanced on her.

"You dirty mutt!" Bellatrix snapped, reaching into her robes. Remus ran the last couple steps, knocking her down before she could free whatever was in her robes.

Despite her attempts to get away from him, Bellatrix clearly knew she had lost, Remus could tell. She had no chance at pushing him off, because like her sisters and niece, she was petite. Her years in Azkaban had slimmed her further, whereas his years as a werewolf had strengthened him- even though it was hard to tell at first glance.

He was angrier than he really realised, the wolf side of him taking control before he had a chance to regain control. He raised his wand, but somehow a curse didn't feel like enough. As she struggled, he got angrier. Before thinking it through, he gripped his wand as if it were a dagger, bringing it down, piercing her neck.

Bellatrix's eyes widened, and she continued to try to fight him off, blood oozing from the wound. Somehow, that still wasn't enough and Remus withdrew his blood soaked wand, wrapping his hands around her throat, the blood spilling through his fingers as he tightened his grip. She clawed at his hands, struggling for breath.

It wasn't long before she fell still, her terrified eyes becoming unfocused. Remus almost felt proud, as if he had done well to protect his family. As he withdrew his hands and stood, he heard footsteps and turned to Sirius, who looked stunned.

"Merlin..." Sirius muttered. "Is she...? Remus, did you kill her?"

"Yes." Remus said, and he was sure he'd feel ashamed later about how proud he felt. "She was a threat, I'm here to protect Dora and Teddy."

Sirius clearly don't know what to say. "Ron's been killed." Sirius finally said. "Greyback. Come on, we have students to protect."

Remus nodded. He had students to protect, he had Dora and Teddy to go home to.

This was it. This was the end, he was sure.

Please don't hate me, but this is the final chapter.

The sequel will pick up after the battle.