Tell me about you, tell me your secrets
Tell me and tell nobody else
'Cause I can be jealous, oh I can be selfish
I can be more than you could bare
I wish it were easy, if lovin' was easy
I'd run my hands along your hair
And tell you about me, tell you about me
Lay down my guard for something else
What you got is what I want
What you are is what I need for me
-Tell me about you by Kina & Mishaal Tamer
"Are you sure you really want to go through with this, Catherine? You know I recommended you to my old school friend at St. Lawrence in my last letter. He would be delighted to welcome you to his hospital," he said gently into the silence. His gaze rested on me, accompanied by an encouraging smile that filled the air with a slight warmth.
"It's in Canada.", I replied and a sound escaped my throat, an almost suppressed laugh at his suggestion, accompanied by a shake of my head.
"Exactly. It's far enough away from pure-blood fanatics. I promise you, I will cherish your idea and do everything I can to implement it properly here. I—" he began, but my uplifted hand stopped him, weaving a soft veil of calm through the silence.
"Asklepios, why do you want me to live in Canada so badly?" I asked quietly, even though my own guesses already knew the answer.
"Don't you understand that I want to protect you? You are... I'm afraid they might do something to you. You're not safe here." The words left his lips, accompanied by an unexpected concern that seemed to lie deep in his eyes. The room breathed in the heaviness of the words as his gaze, indignant and pleading at the same time, met mine.
At that moment, I felt the entanglement of friendship floating between us. And while Asklepios struggled for protection and distance, my answer became the anthem of a common task.
"You know I'm going to stay here. My place is at St. Mungo's. It's our battlefield, Asklepios. Together." My smile, a gentle contradiction to his concern, anchored our determination. "You said it yourself."
"Sometimes I curse myself for my thoughtless words," he groaned, an echo of self-flagellation, before his gaze fell on the half-finished infirmary, shaking his head. The twinkling lights of his eyes, a reflection of future hopes, broke through the shadows of uncertainty as he gazed into the future of this healing bastion.
Laughing with a majestic wave of my wand and a gentle levitation spell, the last, once forgotten hospital bed found its way to the secluded corner. It had spent its days in the shadow of St. Mungo's forgotten subterranean chambers, shrouded in a simple locking spell that protected its existence from prying eyes. Like a treasure from times gone by, surrounded by an invisible veil, it waited to be repurposed. A remnant of past renovations, henow emerged from the shadows like a forgotten hero.
They were replaced with new magical models after Lucius Malfoy's generous donation to St. Mungo's 3 years ago. I was pleased to think that Lucius had created this opportunity for us and that he unknowingly contributed something to the resistance.
"We're going to be able to work with that, aren't we?" I asked my accomplice in crime full of enthusiasm, while the dust of the past seemed to be clearing in the air. A treasure hunter in the service of the unseen, that's how we felt as our shared secrets were to flourish in the underground heart of St. Mungo's Hospital. Neither of us knew what we were doing in our spare time.
"I think it's better than I had hoped for at the beginning, given the modest possibilities," Asklepios replied next to me, but still couldn't suppress a broad grin. His eyes reflected the secret joy that lay in our hidden endeavor. A happiness that grew between us like a secret flower in a forbidden garden.
"Do you know how long we have left to settle in here with the necessary things?"
"The information on this is not particularly optimistic, maybe we still have the whole of August, maybe only a few days left," I said, shaking my head. I thought of all the many potions, healing paste, ointments, herbs, and magical tinctures that we still had to prepare and stock up on in order to be prepared for a bleak future. But Severus had already told me that the Ministry would fall soon, and this gloomy foreboding coincided with Kingsley Shaklebolt's assessment.
Asklepios drew in a sharp breath, and his forehead formed deep worry lines that flitted across his face like shadows. It was a risky undertaking that Asklepios and I were planning. The danger of being discovered was ever-present, and time was of the essence. With an anxious glance at Asklepios, I continued:
"So, we must hurry, Asklepios. The patients will come soon, and we need to be prepared. Voldemort and the Death Eaters will show no mercy once they have taken full power."
He nodded gravely and began to make the necessary preparations. Together, we searched through the old stocks for usable materials and ingredients. I could feel the tension in the air, for the storm of the dark forces was brewing inexorably. But the hours flew by, and the secret infirmary began to take shape. But with every step forward, so did the danger. Asklepios and I made plans on how to react quickly in the event of an attack and bring our patients to safety. But suddenly Asclepius looked at his watch.
" It's almost evening, Catherine. Aren't you having a big day today?" he asked, his eyes wide. Horrified, I stared at the gold watch he held under my nose. I only had 2 hours left until the ceremony was to begin.
"Wait, I've got something small for you," he whispered as I tried to turn away. Irritated, I watched him as he took out a package of silver wrapping paper and a red bow from his robe, which he must have magically enlarged for this purpose.
"Happy birthday!" he said as he handed it to me with both hands, smiling gently.
Surprised, but also delighted by this gesture, I curiously unwrapped it. A book about quick healing spells came to light.
"I won't fool you in potions anymore. But I thought to myself that maybe we could use the knowledge of this book in the near future when cases come up that we don't look after on our ward, that are not our area of expertise," Asklepios explained, unsure how to interpret my gaze, which was a mixture of joy and fascination. I wondered if I knew him as well as he knew me, because I had wanted to order this book from the magical bookstore in Diagon Alley this week.
"It's exactly what I wanted. Thank you very much, Asklepios," I said softly and gave him an appreciative look, so that a slight blush crept onto his cheeks.
"I'm happy about that. But then let's go. Hurry up, don't miss out on all the fun!"
Frantically, I hurried into Muggle Street in front of St. Mungo's to apparate into a niche of disturbing glances unseen to Somerset to a beautiful well-kept house on the River Avon in Bath.
"I wish you a very happy birthday, Catherine! But you're late!" Remus said with satisfaction as he leaned against the garden fence and squinted his eyes against the bright summer sun. "I hope you have a good excuse!"
Grinning, I embraced my friend.
"I always have them. But let's not talk about obligations today! We want to enjoy the day, don't we?" I replied and together we entered the Garden of Tonks' parents' house before he handed me a small gift. It was a good elfmade wine, a pack of chocolate frogs that reminded me of our old days and to my surprise 'U-No-Poo'.
"You know, if someone really annoys you. But please don't use it today," Remus added with a cheeky grin when he realized my surprise. A product that undoubtedly reminded us of the old days with James, Sirius and Peter. They would certainly have been exceedingly happy with the offer of the Weasley twins.
"Do you have them with you?" Remus suddenly asked seriously again, eyeing my lime-green robe critically.
"Of course! What else would I be for a maid of honor to the groom?" I said with a smile and pulled out a small decorated casket from my inside pocket. Remus grabbed it with trembling hands before opening it and glancing at the precious contents. These rings were not only symbols of love, but also a precious heritage that he was able to preserve as the only connection to his deceased parents. I remembered the day his own father passed away and the law of werewolves forced him to leave his parents' house without heirlooms. The rings, a last testimony of love between his parents and to him, he had secretly stolen and entrusted to me to make sure they were not lost. It was a black day when I caught him. And yet another day when our friendship was what sustained us both.
Sighing, he handed the rings back to me so that I could keep them safe until the ceremony. His eyes had taken on a sad glow as he looked at me as I shoved the rings back into my pocket.
"Then let's start decorating. I hope you know what it cost me to grow all these flowers at such short notice!", I said and struck another theme to bring out the joy of the day again and swung my beloved wand made of horn beam with the dragon heart fiber that connected me and Severus even more than we were with our love anyway.
Remus watched with a broad smile as the manicured garden turned into a sea of flowers before we both freshened up and dressed for the big event.
The sun slowly began to disappear over the horizon, bathing the sky in a sea of colors as Remus Lupin gazed nervously at the small, flower-filled garden. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers through the air, while the last rays of the day bathed the green of the surroundings in warm light. The rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds formed a harmonious melody that accompanied the excited atmosphere of an upcoming wedding. Here, in this place of love and mystery, time seemed to stand still while fate continued to weave its invisible threads.
Remus smoothed out his suit, which he had no doubt borrowed from Ted Tonks, the father of the bride, I felt the excitement inside him.
"I can't believe Dora really wants this. An old penniless werewolf," Remus whispered to me and smiled wryly.
"What young Metamorphmagus wouldn't want that?" I asked, laughing, glancing at the small crowd of guests. The master of ceremonies was an old acquaintance from our school days, Bertram Aubery, the boy who had his head enlarged when he groaned against the Gryffindors' chances of winning the Quidditch Cup. He looked almost like he used to, only a few wrinkles crossed his face.
Suddenly, Remus sighed next to me and I raised my eyes and saw Tonks walking towards us with a beaming smile on her lips. Her hair changed color from one moment to the next, but today it was in her natural tone, a light brown, which matched her ivory dress perfectly.
Her parents, Ted and Andromeda, accompanied her. Andromeda wore an elegant blue dress, and her eyes sparkled with pride and joy. She looked strikingly like her older sister Bellatrix, but her brown eyes were soft and large, her full hair lighter. Ted, with his friendly smile, patted Remus on the shoulder and said, "You take our daughter Dora in your hands, Remus. Make us proud."
Remus nodded and I could clearly see his relief in his green eyes that were getting wet.
"You look beautiful," Remus whispered as Tonks walked over to him, a warm smile playing around his lips.
The small party gathered in the garden in front of an improvised altar of fragrant flowers. Alastor Moody, Tonks' best man, stepped to her side while I stood next to Remus as his faithful friend over the years.
The last weak rays of sun shone on the petals as they swayed in the light breeze of the awakening day. The ceremony began, and the wizard Bertram Aubery, who led it, spoke of love, loyalty, and the path they would now tread together.
"We have come together today to celebrate love. Love that is stronger than any darkness, stronger than any obstacle. Love that unites two hearts to support, complement and protect each other."
Remus and Tonks exchanged amorous glances as the words hung in the air. As I pulled out the two rings, Remus smiled as he took Tonks' hand and slid the ring to her finger.
"I'll take you, Nymphadora Tonks, as my wife, in good times and bad, in health and sickness," Remus said firmly.
Tonks replied with an enchanting smile, "I'll take you, Remus Lupin, as my husband, in good times and bad, in health and sickness and in everything that is within you."
The rings glistened in the soft sunlight of the sunset as they were exchanged, and the few people present could literally feel the magic of love pulsing between Remus and Tonks.
When the ceremony ended, applause erupted and even Alastor Moody, who was usually a tough guy, wiped a tear from his eye almost unnoticed.
The small party moved towards a festively decorated table, where we raised our glasses to toast the happiness of the bride and groom. Tonks' brown eyes lit up with happiness as she threw herself into her parents' arms., who congratulated her, Remus felt the warmth and love pouring into her from all sides.
The diner was filled with delicious smells, and the mood was exuberant. Moody raised his glass and toasted the newlyweds: "Here's to Remus and Tonks, the most unequal but wonderful couple I've ever known!"
Tonks laughed, and Remus said with a mischievous smile, "Here's to friendship, love, and adventure!"
The tables were decorated with colorful floral arrangements, and the soft light of lanterns bathed the small garden in a fairytale ambience.
When we had eaten, a beautiful music played from the CD player of Ted Tonks and the bride and groom were asked to dance under the clinking of the glasses.
Alastor didn't miss the opportunity to pull me up and drag me onto the piece of lawn that served as a dance floor.
"They look happy, don't they?" I muttered after Alastor accidentally limped me painfully onto my foot.
"You know, the war... a lot of them are getting married right now, the next party is next month at the Weasley's," he replied in a gnarled voice before he let me turn around and catch me again.
"Yes, Bill and Fleur. I'm also invited.", I said a little out of breath, the wedding would certainly be the opposite of this small cozy ceremony and accommodate a much larger number of guests.
"Very good, then I know my dance partner." Alastor winked at me with a wry grin. His magic eye twitched, keeping an eye on our surroundings.
"Have you found a solution for Harry in the meantime?" I asked in a whisper, which made Alastor pause for a moment.
"What did you hear about that?" he asked, now serious and alert.
"Remus just said to me that you don't know how to get him out of Privet Drive safely. That's all I know," I explained with an innocent expression.
"Mh, good. We have a plan. But, it occurs to me that I still have to talk to the master of the house," he said and began to sway to the rhythm of the music again, while I suspected that Severus must have been successful.
"Why?" I asked quietly, glancing briefly at the man with the blond, almost golden hair, who was happily watching his daughter and her groom perform their first dance.
"His wife is a Black, rejected because of her love for the Muggle, the two of them may be able to help us with the plan. That's all I can say. The fewer people who aren't involved know about it, the safer it is for Potter.", he replied in a sullen voice and a defiant look, his magic eye literally impaling me. So, I was happy when Alastor danced with Tonks afterwards and Remus took over my hands.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" asked Remus, grinning blissfully.
"You know I don't like to dance. But other than that, I think it's a wonderful and successful wedding, Remus. I wish you both all the happiness in the world," I replied and looked at the man in front of me. He seemed happy. At last.
"But you danced with me at Slughorn's parties!" he said and began to spin me wildly around again, so that we almost knocked his in-laws overboard.
In a moment of silence, when laughter was still in the air, Remus broke through the cheerful atmosphere.
"I've seen your wedding present," he said suddenly, his gaze serious and thoughtful again. I felt the dynamics change and listened intently to his words.
"Thank you, Catherine," he continued, and I was relieved that he accepted the gift without resistance.
"You're welcome, Remus. It might give you a few quieter months. I'll send you more Wolfsbane as soon as you run out of the poition," I replied softly. But I noticed a change in his gaze, as if I had thoughtlessly placed an invisible burden on his shoulders with my words.
"You should not... I don't need-" he began, but I shook my head gently, my long hair dancing to the rhythm of our movements.
"No, it's my gift to you and Tonks, I insist you take it," I said firmly, before continuing in a softer tone. "I still remember well enough your condition before and after the transformations, how battered your body, and soul are. How hoarse your voice is when you've been howling at the moon all night, your heavy dark circles plagued by despair and tiredness. That way, Tonks doesn't have to see you. I'm sure her heart would burst. The man she loves so much, trapped in this unspeakable pain."
My thoughts at that moment wandered not only to my best friend, but also to Severus, who was suffering for other reasons.
"Do you think she'll be able to handle it?" he asked me in an uncertain voice. "The way you can?" I sensed the seriousness of his question, and my answer was not only intended to reassure Remus, but also to open up to a carefree happy future.
"She loves you and she's an incredibly strong woman, Remus," I replied with a confident grin. Remus looked intently at my face, searching for the truth in my words, before nodding softly.
"I suppose that you are right," he said in a low voice, before Tonks took him away and I sat back down at the table and watched the happy couple.
They strolled through the garden together, hand in hand, looking at the star-studded sky. Words were not necessary, for their looks spoke volumes.
"We did it," I heard Tonks whisper softly, her gaze full of gratitude and love. The stars shone brighter, as if they wanted to express their approval of this love, despite all the differences.
"Yes, we did it," Remus replied, pulling her into a hug that embraced her future and her love.
"The beginning of a new journey," Tonks whispered , resting her head on Remus' shoulder.
"Yes, a journey we'll take together," Remus answered, hugging her even tighter. On this magical night, not only a bond between two people was sealed, but also between two families united by love and acceptance.
And I wondered if I would ever be lucky enough to experience such a moment with the man of my own heart.
The days passed like a veil of mist that enveloped Remus and Tonks in their happiness in love on their honeymoon through the wild north of Scotland. Meanwhile, Asklepius and I continued to become entangled in the web of our secret infirmary. Between the shadows of uncertainty and the light of hope, we struggled in the ambiguous days before the impending war. Every free minute we could find before the war was devoted to this risky undertaking.
One night, when exhaustion from the many extra hours of work was running through my limbs and my way home lay ahead of me, I was suddenly seized from the side.
"Be quiet, put on a stupid grin and just follow me in silence," a sonorous deep voice murmured in my ear. A familiar scent relaxed my heart pounding with panic as Severus Snape approached me and I pressed my lips together to stifle the scream that had formed in my throat.
"Severus, what..." I gasped instead, but he cut me off.
"Shhht!"
I followed him and together we walked silently into a shabby Muggle hotel, which was only a few steps around the corner and inconspicuously pointed out its existence from the outside with a wooden sign.
The short, stocky owner eyed us with a strangely silly grin, so I quickly understood that Severus already had him under control with the Imperius when he received a key with a wooden knob pendant.
Without a word, we climbed the creaking wooden staircase, Severus pushing me up rudely, while he discreetly looked over his shoulder. Obediently, I was silent and put on a grin that was meant to resemble that of the owner of this run-down inn.
When the door of our surprisingly large room slammed shut and Severus threw all the protective spells we both knew at it, he breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"Forgive me for the rude greeting, but it had to look believable to Mulciber and Avery. They followed me, no doubt on the Dark Lord's orders," his deep voice whispered to my ear before inspecting the room thoroughly.
"Don't worry, I could guess it was necessary," I replied before I felt my heart infinitely happy about this spontaneous meeting. Severus could see it in my eyes, so that he also lost his tension and we sat down together on the creaking old bed.
"Wait if I have to do this to you..." Severus, with a majestic movement that only he could manage with his graceful fingers, performed a cleaning spell so that the room shone as cleanly as it had certainly not done for many years. The walls, long silent witnesses of past stories, seemed to listen to our present for a moment.
"Now don't torture me any more! What is going on? "I asked, feeling the darkness of his eyes seep into my soul, my heart beating faster again. His guilt, his abandonment - all this slowly grew visibly over his black-haired head. Even though he didn't care about his appearance again, because everything else was so much more important to him, he made me glow.
"The Dark Lord has ordered me to listen to you to find out the exact plan for Potter. He is convinced that you are under my Imperius ," Severus explained seriously, his words hanging heavy in the air like gloomy forebodings. In the dim light of the room, the weight of decisions was reflected on Severus' face. His gaze rested heavily on me, and I could see the depth of his inner conflict in his eyes. The gloomy shadows that danced around him reflected the darkness of his present situation.
"But he doesn't seem to trust you enough to send you off without this two shadows?" I asked, as the fear for him rose up in me again. There was a hint of vulnerability in Severus' eyes as he wrestled with his thoughts. Suddenly his gaze avoided mine as he felt guilty. In an attempt to provide comfort, I placed my hand on his reassuringly. A gentle pressure made him look into my eyes again, and for a moment the shadows seemed to recede, as if our connection were a brief ray of light in the darkness.
"It's too important. He doesn't trust anyone," he replied quietly, and I felt how uncomfortable this role was for him . His head bowed as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Chaos and darkness surrounded him, and I felt the pressure on his conscience.
"I see," I said sensitively, gently running my hand down his back. A tender gesture in the midst of the oppressive darkness, as if I were trying to dispel the gloomy clouds. "Then you're giving him the right information?"
"I don't know if that's still within the realm of possibility. Now that you're supposed to be the one to give me this information, you're making yourself more valuable to him, but you're also becoming more of a focus for all Death Eaters." His words sounded like a soft sigh, caught between duty and the protection he wanted to give me. His eyes lifted, and I could see the brokenness in them.
"You have to. It's a necessary evil, Severus," I said in a voice that radiated unwavering determination despite the impending danger.
Severus looked at me, his dark eyes formed into slits, his lips pressed together as he twitched his head reluctantly.
"You're doing this for yourself, for us. But you're protecting Lily's son for the whole community of wizardry and witchcraft," I said firmly. My words carried the burden of a greater responsibility beyond our personal ties. "Think of our plan and Dumbledore's!"
His gaze spoke volumes, and yet I continued, "Severus, I understand you well. It's a situation that no one should go through, but we don't have a choice. You said it yourself, there's no turning back for the two of us!"
"I know that! I´ll do what I must, whether I don't like it or not," he replied with sadness in his voice. The weight of his decisions rested on his shoulders, and yet he accepted the inevitable fate.
"I know no one knows better than you," I replied in a soft voice as my eyes looked at him with love. A silent connection between us that went beyond words before he sighed loudly, and his tense lower jaw relaxed slightly. The darkness may have surrounded us, but in that moment our connection was strong enough to ignite the light of hope.
"How's your plan going at St. Mungo's?" he asked, and the turn of conversation to practical matters provided a temporary distraction from the emotional heaviness.
"We are making progress. It only takes a few more days until we have all the potions and healing tinctures together to get through the first few weeks. We are currently considering who else we can trust from the staff. Who of the staff is not under the Imperius ," I explained, looking at him hopefully.
"I'll see what I can find out. It is currently up to Selwyn to take care of St. Mungo's until it is no longer necessary," he said and seemed thoughtful, so that I was almost a little uncomfortable, but it was unavoidable, because I didn't know when I would be able to meet him again so undisturbed.
"I have another request for you. I've found a way... It might actually be possible," I said quietly.
"You... you're serious about it?" he asked with disbelief.
"I don't know if it works, Severus. It's something I developed myself. I've read a lot of books about it, combining a lot of different spells and potions. And I'm going to need your help because I won't be able to do it alone. But I can't try it before it's necessary," I said, hanging my head a little at that, but Severus got up from the bed. Kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his.
In the room filled with seriousness lay the certainty that our common plan represented a last hope in this fateful time.
"If it's a spell that comes from you, it's the best chance we have," he said with sincere conviction. Severus' earnest words pierced the air as we looked deep into each other's eyes, the determination united in our gaze.
"But I need something from Lily. Preferably a photo, a handwritten note, a piece of jewelry. Something personal from her. Do you know where I can find this? I don't have anything left of her. I couldn't pick anything up, it was too painful for me at the time," I confessed, and a shadow of the past settled over Severus' face, which paled.
"I know where to find that. Wait here for me," he said with a heaviness in his voice.
"Is it safe when the other Death Eaters have been following us here?" I asked, not hiding my concern for his safety.
"They won't know I'm gone," he assured me.
"I always feel like I underestimate you, even though I know what talents you offer." I whispered, grinning, before he setting off on the dangerous journey, and I felt that he was carrying the burden of his memories as he closed the door behind him.
After an agonizingly long hour, Severus returned. His distraught appearance suggested that he had paid a high price for these personal memories. I hugged him tightly, feeling the tears on my cheek before kissing him gently. He returns my kiss with great passion and I feel life coming back to him.
After a supposedly too short time, he gently broke away from me and pressed a torn photo of Lily and part of a letter into my hand.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked at my friend's happy face and read her handwriting, accompanied by the words "...could ever be friends with Gellert Grindelwald. If you ask me, I think her mind´s going, personally! Lots of love, Lily."
My fingers glided gently over the yellowed paper of the photo, as if I could turn back time and undo all the lost years.
"I felt the same way," Severus admitted quietly, and I looked at him softly and lovingly.
"Where did you find that?" I asked in amazement. "Godric's Hollow is completely destroyed. Is it something you've kept from her?"
"No, the only thing I have left is the photo of us on the Hogwarts grounds. I want to keep it, because it reminds me of what once was," he explained, shaking his head.
"But where were you then?" I asked in amazement.
"Grimmauld Place. I had a hunch that Black would still hold enough keepsakes," Severus said, a shadow creeping across his face. I wondered if Severus knew about Sirius' true feelings for Lily, but I wanted to keep this secret forever and so I kept quiet about the question.
"The wards, Alastor-" I began, but Severus knew what I was getting at and interjected.
"It's nothing I didn't expect. It was just bizarre," he said evasively, but I didn't want to let go.
"What was it?"
"Magical identity verification, which caused my tongue to become knotted, but I was able to undo it with an unsaid spell and a kind of projection of Dumbledore that I could credibly assure that I did not kill him, so that he dissolved into dust. Since I don't really... I was able to escape the ward. Worse was the memory of her and the reason for her death."
"Her sacrifice will not be in vain," I assured him, my words as comfort in this dark time.
A soft sigh escaped my throat as I noticed the traces of tears on his cheeks. They were tears that reflected not only the loss of Lily, but also the burden of guilt and betrayal that had settled over his heart.
"We can't change the past, Severus," I whispered, placing my hand on his in comfort. "But we can create a future worthy of her son and all the other children."
His gaze lifted, and I could see in it the longing for redemption. The words echoed in the silence, and I felt the meaning they carried for both of us. The room that made us forget the war for a moment was like a sacred place where we could reveal our vulnerability.
Severus rose from the bed and went to the window. The gaze into the darkness seemed to be a journey through his thoughts. I followed him, and for a moment we lost ourselves in the silence of the night. The stars above us twinkled like forgotten dreams, and the moon shed its silver light on the world of war that awaited us outside.
"You are my anchor, Catherine. In this chaotic world, you're the one holding me down," Severus confessed quietly, not turning to me.
A shiver ran down my spine as I took in his words. The magnitude of his feelings reached me, and I felt my own burden lightened. In this seclusion, we were able to expose our souls to each other once again, without having to wear the masks that were so often necessary in the world of war. Our love and determination formed a spark of hope that shone in the midst of the chaos.
"Love is the light that we can raise against the darkness," I replied and stepped closer. His hand found mine, and together we stared out into the night, as if searching for answers in the stars.
The world outside, torn apart by war and threatened by shadows, seemed for a moment to be far away. We were prisoners of time, and yet we were also its creators. Every touch, every look, became a brushstroke in our own painting of resistance. And yet, just like our love, it had to remain a secret.
Notes:
Thank you for beeing here!
I know that Remus and Tonks got married in the north of Scotland, with groomsmen from a local pub, but I thought they deserved better than that. I hope you understand my decision to deviate a bit from the Canon here.