[open] my beacon's been moved under moon and star
When Nymphadora Tonks had been late, late in a way that was specific to women, in late November, she hadn't thought anything of it. Her mind had been elsewhere, focused on Doyle's disappearance. She didn't even realize that she skipped the month entirely. It wasn't an unusual event for her. Tonks had never been exactly regular in that department.
As normal as skipping one month was for her, she never skipped two in a row. She noticed this time.
No, she couldn't possibly be! She hadn't been sick. She hadn't even so much had a stomach ache let alone anything more. It wasn't possible. Metamorphmagis didn't... Well, there wasn't a whole lot known about Metamorphmagis, they were rare. Even growing up Tonks had not been able to ask anyone directly about herself The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.
This was not a happy accident.
On the second day in January, after she had gathered the ingredients and after the celebration of the New Year, Tonks set to work on brewing a potion. It was the wizarding equivalent of peeing on a stick. There was no St. Mungos for her to visit. It was this or wait. Tonks didn't want to wait.
When she was done with its brewing, Tonks reached up and pulled a hair from the top of her head. She then dropped it into the potion. Tonks was not a religious person but never had she prayed so hard as she did in that moment. Please not gold... Any color but gold...
For a moment, Tonks thought she might get her wish. The potion was slow to turn. It remained cream in color for a few moments before eventually shifting. By the time it was done, it shimmered a bright gold.
No! Tonks picked up the sauce pan and dumped the contents into the sink. She had brewed it wrong. The ingredients did not possess the same qualities here as they did back home. She refused to accept the results and so she again brewed the potion. The results were the same.
Nymphadora Tonks did not want to be pregnant.
On the third of January, Tonks contacted Martha Jones.
Martha confirmed what Tonks feared.
Sometime on the fifth of January, late at night, Tonks found herself walking through Grant Park. Tonks doesn't remember how she got there or where she was before. Most of her day has been a daze.
She stops walking, suddenly. "Give him back..."
Tonks looks up at the night sky. "GIVE HIM BACK! YOU DON'T NEED HIM! I DO!" She doesn't care if anyone can hear her or see her yelling into the air. Up until this point she's either been afraid or numb. It isn't until it just bubbles out of her that she realizes how angry she is.
It's not fair.
"IT'S NOT FAIR! JUST RETURN HIM LONG ENOUGH SO I CAN MURDER HIM! YOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK AFTER! THAT'S FAIR!"
Tonks wants to throw things. She wants to hurt someone or something until it feels as miserable and terrified as she does. It's not fair.
What is she going to do now?
As normal as skipping one month was for her, she never skipped two in a row. She noticed this time.
No, she couldn't possibly be! She hadn't been sick. She hadn't even so much had a stomach ache let alone anything more. It wasn't possible. Metamorphmagis didn't... Well, there wasn't a whole lot known about Metamorphmagis, they were rare. Even growing up Tonks had not been able to ask anyone directly about herself The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.
This was not a happy accident.
On the second day in January, after she had gathered the ingredients and after the celebration of the New Year, Tonks set to work on brewing a potion. It was the wizarding equivalent of peeing on a stick. There was no St. Mungos for her to visit. It was this or wait. Tonks didn't want to wait.
When she was done with its brewing, Tonks reached up and pulled a hair from the top of her head. She then dropped it into the potion. Tonks was not a religious person but never had she prayed so hard as she did in that moment. Please not gold... Any color but gold...
For a moment, Tonks thought she might get her wish. The potion was slow to turn. It remained cream in color for a few moments before eventually shifting. By the time it was done, it shimmered a bright gold.
No! Tonks picked up the sauce pan and dumped the contents into the sink. She had brewed it wrong. The ingredients did not possess the same qualities here as they did back home. She refused to accept the results and so she again brewed the potion. The results were the same.
Nymphadora Tonks did not want to be pregnant.
On the third of January, Tonks contacted Martha Jones.
Martha confirmed what Tonks feared.
Sometime on the fifth of January, late at night, Tonks found herself walking through Grant Park. Tonks doesn't remember how she got there or where she was before. Most of her day has been a daze.
She stops walking, suddenly. "Give him back..."
Tonks looks up at the night sky. "GIVE HIM BACK! YOU DON'T NEED HIM! I DO!" She doesn't care if anyone can hear her or see her yelling into the air. Up until this point she's either been afraid or numb. It isn't until it just bubbles out of her that she realizes how angry she is.
It's not fair.
"IT'S NOT FAIR! JUST RETURN HIM LONG ENOUGH SO I CAN MURDER HIM! YOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK AFTER! THAT'S FAIR!"
Tonks wants to throw things. She wants to hurt someone or something until it feels as miserable and terrified as she does. It's not fair.
What is she going to do now?