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Chapter 1 : Don't leave
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You did what he told you. You stayed. You let him convince you to remain under the safety of your roof, while he went into battle. Your nerves tingle with apprehension, your breath shallow, urging you to break your silent vigil, to make sure he is alive. Your eyes focus on a lone star in the distant night sky, watching it glimmer through a gap in the gloomy sky. ‘Go to him,’ it seems to whisper to you. And the clock ticks on.
“Do you, Nymphadora Tonks, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
You watched his eyes gleam with a rare, unbounded joy as the Master of Ceremonies touched your linked hands with his wand. A dazzling golden thread wound itself about your hands, and settled in a warm glow in your heart.
“Do you, Remus John Lupin, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
You gave him a wide smile, conveying the extent of your love through that simple motion.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
The moment was suspended, frozen in time, as you gazed into your husband’s eyes.It had finally happened. Every quarrel, every tear shed, everything was worth it. He finally knew that your love for him was unequalled, and that he was not beyond happiness.
“Dora, you should sit down and calm yourself. All this pacing is not helping anyone,” Andromeda tells you in concern.
You remain silent as you count your footsteps, not breaking your rhythmic pace. She sinks into a couch in the room with her face in her hands, unable to withhold her own anxiety.
“Mum, is Teddy sleeping?” you ask her. She nods in reply, her sunken eyes following your agitated movement. You keep pacing.
Andromeda dozes off, taking the easy way out of the prolonged wait. Your eyes trace the outline of her saggy cheeks, and your fingers brush aside the whitening hair falling on her face.
Your cloak calls to your from its place on the rack, beckoning you to leave and do what you so clearly want to. You reach out for it, trailing your fingers across the soft fabric, concentrating on the sensation to block out your thoughts. ‘Remus is fighting for his life. Go to him,’ it whispers, enticing you. You let your arm fall, and continue pacing.
You sat on the toilet seat, letting it sink in. You watched a lone spider make its way up the slippery tiles, its legs falling from underneath it.
“Dora, are you alright?” Remus knocked softly on the bathroom door. “You’ve been in there for ages.”
Your eyes roved over the patches of dust settled on the corner of the sink and landed on your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were wide in astonishment, your face was pale, and your mascara slightly smudged by the few tears you’d shed. Your hair was a bright bubblegum pink.
The door rattled slightly on its hinges as Remus knocked on the door again, this time, more urgently. “Let me in, Dora! Come on, open the door.”
You haltingly got to your feet, not trusting your knees to hold your weight, and undid the latch.
“Dear Merlin, I was starting to get worried.” He took in your teary face and the contrasting lustrous hair. “Why were you crying?” he asked, confused.
His concern brought on another volley of tears.
“Shh, come here,” he muttered, pulling you into his arms.
“I love you,” you choked out, finally gaining some coherency in your thoughts.
“I love you too, Dora. Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Remus,” you replied. “We...I...I’m pregnant.” Your hair flares brightly, almost blinding your husband’s sensitive eyes.
“What?” He held you out at arm’s length, shocked.
You gently shake Andromeda awake. “Mum, I’m going to Hogwarts.”
“But- No. You need to stay here with me and Teddy.” Her hands were trembling, unable to bear the prospect of losing you.
“Mum, listen to me,” you tell her. “I have to go. I can’t just sit here and not do anything to help. You know I can’t.”
You watch as the realization sinks into her. There would be no point arguing, for it would just be a losing battle. She found that out when she’d tried, unsuccessfully, to dissuade your resolve to become an Auror.
“Be safe,” she whispers, her eyes silently pleading for you to stay.
“Take care of Teddy,” you tell her, your voice breaking. You turn on your tail without a glance back and rush out the door.
Andromeda lounges in her favourite armchair, praying for her daughter to return to her. The monotonous ticking of the clock is the only sound in the room.
“This is what I meant! Don’t you get it now?” Remus yelled, almost pulling his hair out from its roots.
You stared at him, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Your hair hung limp in mousy brown.
“THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN’T FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!”
“Remus,” you manage to blurt out. “Stop shouting.”
“I told you that I’ll only destroy your life. Why didn’t you listen?”
“You haven’t destroyed my life. What are you talking about! I wouldn’t have married you if I wasn’t completely sure that I wanted this!” It was your turn to raise your voice.
“I told you.” His voice was hoarse, grating against your bones, filling you with a sense of foreboding. “I can pretend to be normal at times...make you happy. But I’m cursed, Dora. And no one can change that.”
“You do make me happy, Remus, and I love you.” Your sob was barely concealed.
“No. No.” He shook his head frantically, the tendons in his neck standing out, glaring at you. “This was a mistake.”
You gaped at him, unable to comprehend the extent of his desperation. The sorrow burned deep within him, with an intensity you’d never been privy to. “Remus, I know what you’re thinking. But we can get through this.”
“How?”His eyes bore into yours,dark with grief. “Dora...that child. I could have passed the curse on to the child.” He pounded the wall, his fists loaded with self-hate. You watched him mesmerised, his fury uncontained, his hands bloody.
“REMUS, STOP!” you finally yelled, snapping out of your daze. You pulled on the back of his shirt in futile, a mere ant in the face of this guilt driven man.
“I’m leaving,” he suddenly stated, and stomped out of the room.
“Remus!” you cried, running after him, only to have the door slammed in your face, and an empty doorstep.
“Ab, wait!” you call out, wrapping your cloak tighter around your body. The grey haired man turns in his tracks to survey you, an open portrait hole behind him.
“Aye, Tonks. Fancy seeing you here. Why aren’t you already at the battle?”
“Remus made me stay back.”
Aberforth snorted. “Does the young man know you at all? Come along then.”
You clamber into the tunnel, scraping your knee against a jutting rock. You give a hysterical laugh at the sting, and shuffle onward, your head bent.
“Watch yourself now,” Abeforth says for the third time, as you brush your head against the ceiling. Loose stones scatter on the path, falling into spindly cracks that seem to go on forever. The tiny circle of light grows larger, and at long last, you find yourself in the Room of Requirement.
Your senses are heightened, your nerves jolting with every movement. You watch with bated breath as a green bolt of light erupts from a Death Eater’s wand, only to have it connect with one of his own amidst the confusion. You send your own red jet into the fray, targeting the Death Eater from your post at an upstairs window. Your amplified heartbeat thundersin your ears, accompanied by the sound of your accelerated breathing. You seepeople on both sides falling like flies, and frantically try to spot Remus.
“Don’t leave me,” you think in despair, and resume your fire, while constantly on the lookout for your husband.
“I’m sorry, Dora.”
“Oh Remus.”You threw your arms around him, breathing in his familiar scent. “You’re back.”
“Harry knocked some sense into me,” he muttered. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have abandoned you. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t ever leave you like that again. I’m so sorry, Dora.”
“You saw Harry?”
“He was at Grimmauld with Ron and Hermione, with no signs of injury.”
You kissed him in delight, overwhelmed with joy. His hands were tender as they caressed the side of your face, making you quiver with unstoppable pleasure.
“Pink suits you,” he said.
You watch him fall, descending to the hard surface, caressed by the warm air. A deep gash lines his face, oozing blood.
“Nooo!” you scream, simultaneously dodging a killing curse sent your way by Bellatrix. Your insane cousin’s cackles fill your ears, taunting you, while Dolohov stands over your husband’s body, leering down at him.
‘No...this...this can’t be...’
“Stupefy!” you yell, brandishing your wand at Bella, tears streaming down your face.
‘You promised you’d never leave.’
Bella’s wild eyes are filled with laughter, finding cruel happiness at the sight of your misery. “Did you lose your beloved pet?”she spat.
You can barely see past your tears.
‘Why did you leave?’
The pain hits you like a tidal wave, crushing you under its weight.
Bella’s lips curve into a sneer. A surge of green light shoots toward you. It’s too late to dodge.
A/N: The events in this fic are with reference to Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. All characters and anything recognizable belongs to J. K. Rowling.
This was written for the One Quote challenge, by modifying the quote:
"Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people."
- Caitlyn Siehl
A huge thank you to HeyMrsPotter for beta'ing this for me.
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