The power of fandom
I'm not a ficcer really. I usually don't have the patience to sit there and spin up a good piece of written material on already existing characters that I do not own. But I can't help but be sucked into the tempting fandom of HP. So this is just some fluffy thoughts that I need to get out of my head. *sigh, hangs head in embarrassment* This is more for consoling my own emotional attachments to characters rather than an intention to expand the fandom. Yes yes, I'm a hopeless romantic blah blah blah so shove it.
pairing: Remus/Tonks (Don't trash tonks I love her)
At St. Mungo's after the battle at MoM
She was dueling Bellatrix Lestrange. She was her aunt, but it didn't matter. Her aunt was a death eater, and the glint in her eyes read hatred towards Tonks, whom she probably considered a hideous stain upon her family name...no, a blood-traitor. Tonks rapidly shot spell after spell at Bellatrix, but the one second she took to pause and blink a spell had hit her square in the chest causing her to tumble down from the set of stairs she stood on. The last thing she saw was Sirius sweeping over shooting spells at Bellatrix angrily. "cousin..." Then it all went black. She awoke to sterile lights above her head, the buzzing of the previous battle still humming in her ears. Pain seared through her body the instant she tried to sit up. "ugh..."
"don't try to get up" A quiet voice beside her said. She looked around and realised that she was lying in a hospital bed in St. Mungo's. Beside her sat Remus Lupin. Looking tired and worn out as ever, but there was something different. He was battered up but his was streaked with sorrow.
"Remus...what happened? Is Harry alright? Where's Bellatrix? Where's Siriu-" at the mention of her cousin's name she saw Remus look away and his hands suddenly grip his patched up robes subconsciously. "No!" Tonks looked at him for an answer. Surely Sirius was victorious? Perhaps injured and hospitalized at worse. She looked around the hospital and saw Mad-Eye Moody asleep on another bed across the room. She recognized a few other who had been there. But no Sirius. She looked back at Lupin who didn't meet her gaze. He couldn't say anything, he just looked down. She couldn't think of anything to say either but just lied back down in her hospital bed and turned to stare at a wall. Thoughts of the cousin she had only just begun to know rushed back to her. She bit her lower lip as she reminisced the short period of time at number 12 grimmauld place where she had spent with him. She felt Remus get up and begin to leave the hospital room. Tears began to well up and she bit down on her lip even harder to stifle a sob she had almost let out. And in the softest voice ever, when she thought Lupin had gone, she whispered, "I'm sorry...Sirius."
***
Lupin couldn't look into the eyes of his best friend's cousin. He feared that if he did he would be confirming what had happen when inside, his feelings were still fighting with what he knew was true. Sirius Black was dead. "No. That's impossible, Impossible. No No NO," he found himself arguing in his head against himself. But it was undeniable. He saw Tonks turn away from him. His eyes suddenly felt hot, stinging with the threat of tears. So he quietly but swiftly got up to leave. When he got to the doorway however, he thought he heard a soft sob and turned around to glance over at Tonks. Then he heard her whisper to Sirius and walked away, tears unstoppable.
***
"Bloody Hell!" Sirius cried as the ghoul made another explosion in the toilet, drenching him while trying to strangle him at the same time. "Graaagh! Blasted...#(&#*(@&!)#@$%!!!" He shot a spell at the goul but it missed. Harry was trying to pry Sirius away from the murderous goul, and then Tonks came up from behind and shot it straight in the face. It made a strange shriek before disentegrating leaving the toilet unoccupied and unhazardous...for that moment at least. "Wotcher Sirius. You alright mate?" Tonks said cheerfully as Harry pulled his godfather up, his ragged robes drenched in toilet water.
"Brilliant, Tonks. Abs-ol-ute-ly BRILLIANT," he said sarcastically as he rung water (or hopefully water) out of his hair. Tonks flicked her wand and said an incantation that dried Sirius instantly. "Thanks. Alright, onwards with this cleaning business," he said gruffily. As they started out the bathroom Tonks slipped and knocked over what seemed to be a vial of perfume. "Oh no. Sorry! Ah..I'm so sorry!" Tonks said after the vial shattered. "Don't worry about it. I bet it smelled like crap anyways." Said Sirius as he picked up the broken vial and chucked into a huge sack of junk. "I'm proud that you managed to get rid of the toilet ghoul without breaking the toilet though!" He laughed.
"Hey! I am an Auror afterall! Plus, that toilet was probably broken before I even got near it," Tonks said.
"Ah yes...good point. Aww, my little cousin Nymphadora all grown up now! And an Auror!" He gasped mockingly. "Oh how I'm so PROUD of you."
"Watch it, dog."
"woof." Sirius sniggered.
That was one of the times she had enjoyed being around her cousin. There was another time where he made jokes about how she and Remus would look good together. "You know, it'd be quite a lovely color combination. A dash of eye-blinding bright pink against a canvas of solemnly boring gray!" His comments had made Remus so embarrassed that he hexed a bunch of chocolate to pelt at Sirius. Which at that point, Tonks had made no hesitation to jump up and grab them for herself. Those were good times. And too brutally short. Tonks sobbed into her hospital bed again. And said "sorry" again.
***
"Wotcher Remus." She said somewhat cheerfully as he entered the hospital room. It had been a few days after the battle and Tonks was getting better now; she was able to sit up and even walk around a bit without a painful sensation overwhelming her body.
"Hello, Nymphadora." She glared at him. "I mean, Tonks."
"Thank you, just because I'm hospitalized doesn't mean I can't take your arse down!" She said chuckling. Lupin smiled warily at her. He knew that she was trying to move on and remain as cheerful as possible, but he also knew that when he passed by her room every evening, she was sobbing herself to sleep while continuously whispering "sorry." "Eh...not in the mood for blonde today."She said while scrunching up her face and turning her hair bubble-gum pink. "So. Remus...um...how's Harry?"
"hm? Oh," Remus broke out of his thoughts. "Well...its been hard on him. But he's safe for now. He'll be leaving school soon though."
"I see..." Tonks said somewhat sadly. "He could have been with him..." Remus saw her look down for a second before she turned, smiled and asked him "How are you?" He looked at her in the eyes for the first time since the night she was hospitalized. And beyond the cheery disposition, he saw in her eyes a glint of sadness, and of guilt.
"I should ask you that, Tonks." Remus said. Tonks looked at him perplexed.
"wha? Me? I'm fine! I'm getting better see?" She motioned to get out of her bed, but Remus stopped her.
"Tonks...it wasn't your fault." She stared at him uncertain of what to say. She didn't smile anymore and looked away. She didn't say anything, but he knew what was going through her head, "it's my fault. I should have gotten her first. It should have been me, not Sirius." He knew it because somewhere in his own head, the same thoughts were swirling through.
"Tonks..."
"Tell me about when you and him were young." She suddenly said. She turned to look at him again and gave him a sad smile. "please. I'd like to know." Remus looked at her understandingly and began recounting how he had met Sirius and James at school and how they shared some of the most adventurious times together, what with the Marauder's map and all the mischief. Remus saw her smiling genuinely and even laughing at some of the stories. And for now, that was enough.
***
(lalala now flash forward to HBP where somewhere in between Tonks confessed but Remus although wanting to be with her, rejects cuz he thinks he's too old, poor, and dangerous. Now the Order's missions have made Tonks more tired and all the chaos including emotional pain and blah are all weighing down on her)
She looked in the mirror again. And scrunched her face up. She opened her eyes. Brown. Mousy, brown, PLAIN. It wasn't working anymore. "Why? Why isn't it working anymore?" Tonks thought to herself, frustrated by her inability to metamorph. She scrunched up her face again, but knew what would be the outcome before she even opened her eyes again. Mousy brown, drooping, and depressing. She muttered a curse to herself before examining her reflection in the mirror again. Dark circles were clearly visible under her eyes that used to shimmer, but now seemed to have lost their shine. Even wrinkles seemed to pop up around her face that now seemed sickly pale and unhealthy. She sighed and without even trying the jumble of events that made her this depressed ran through her thoughts. "'I'm too old'; there's so much Order work; 'I'm too poor'; I didn't finish her and she got Sirius; 'I'm too dangerous'; when was the last time I had a good undisturbed night's sleep?; 'i'm sorry Tonks'; I might die any day now; Remus is infiltrating the werewolves; Sirius...; Remus...; GAh!" She felt like punching herself and maybe that'll knock her cold so that she wouldn't have to keep thinking about all this chaos. She sighed again and cast the mirror another look before grabbing her wand and leaving for another mission. There was a horrible part of her mind that told her that she should make this her last mission, just end it all so she wouldn't have to think anymore. But in her head, she just laughed and said "nah. Don't think that'll work. I've got mousy brown hair but I'm still Tonks!"
***
Christmas was cold. Sure Remus Lupin was seated in the very comfortable Weasley's household in front of a cozy fire, but no matter how warm he felt sitting there gazing in to the flames, he still felt cold. He stared into the dancing fire and every few flickers he'd thought he saw it turn pink. Pink, and spikey. He sighed and knew who his mind had settled on at that moment. Maybe that's why he felt cold. Because even though he was sitting in front of and death-staring a fiercely warm fire, he remembered that the flame that burned in his heart had a face filled with hurt. He felt a pang of guilt for he knew somewhere out there on this Christmas eve, she was still sobbing her "sorries" to someone he missed just as much; he felt guilty that on top of that he had given her more things to disturb her sleep. "But." he reminded himself, "It is better that she is hurt emotionally than physically." He rubbed his arm, where underneath the ragged robes, he knew lie many scars each full moon had inflicted upon him. This night, it was his turn to mutter "I'm sorry."
***
She stood outside the hospital wing where the people inside were still crowded around Bill. Discussing what had happened, and lamenting. She leaned against the stone wall, letting the events catch up with her.
"'you see? she still wants to marry him even though he's been bitten! she doesn't care!'...'and I've told YOU a million times I'm too old, too poor...too dangerous...''this is not the time to discuss it...Dumbledore's dead.' 'Dumbledore would have been happier than anyone to think that there was a little more love in the world.'" Tonks opened her eyes as if she just realized something. "Dumbledore...the most powerful yet kindest wizard she had ever known, one who trusted her and recruited her in the Order of the Phoenix to fight against evil, the one who kept the Order under control and gave everyone a sense of safety...gone." These thoughts rushed through her mind so quickly that she had to think it over again before it finally made sense. Dumbledore was gone. Tonks looked down and tears filled her eyes again. And he had wanted a little more love to go around? He would have been happy? She closed her eyes and laughed in her mind. "idiot..." she said softly. She wasn't exactly sure who she was calling 'idiot' at perhaps at her late professor, perhaps at herself, perhaps at Remus, or maybe all of them. "Idiot...idiot..."she repeated, this time pounding her head against the stone wall behind her everytime she said it. Someone came out of the hospital wing then, but she didn't notice. "Idiot, Idiot..." "Tonks?..." The 'someone' touched her on her shoulder but before she could see who it was, she reacted instinctively. "IDIOT!" And socked him in the nose. "MMMf!" Remus tried to yell and then doubled over. Tonks came to her senses and stared at him wide-eyed and gaping. "Merlin! Remus! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Remus are you alright! No of course not, I just broke your nose. I'm so sorry! I really really didn't mean it! Oh right, I need to fix that! I'm sorry! Really! Episkey! Remus! I'm sorry!"
"You say that too much," Remus said calmly as if nothing had happened at all while giving his nose a slight wiggle just to make sure. He looked at her to see that she was still staring at him at a clear loss of what to say.
"Remus..I...I'm so-"
"No, Tonks," Remus cut her off and she looked at him startled. "I'm sorry...Tonks." She looked away at him and muttered, "you always say that..." and sobbed but brought her hand up to try to cover it. She tugged at the mousy brown hair she had given up on metamorphing. Remus looked at her for a moment, then gently he took her hand and pulled it away from her face. Saying "sorry" just won't do anymore, and then he leaned in and kissed her. Tonks was shocked for a moment and for another the thought of punching him again surfaced in her mind, but all the things that had happend up til now had just been so chaotic, so overwhelming; Sirius, the Order, Remus, Dumbledore...; it felt good to just let that all go for a moment and just be lost in his arms, even if its just for one moment only.
***
She sat in front of a mirror again, and looked at her mousy brown hair. She didn't know if it was going to work. She scrunched up her face and then opened her eyes to see no effect. "Come on...this is for Dumbledore" she thought to herself. She knew that this would be her final good-bye to the wizard, and she knew that he'd have been happy to see her without the sad brown hair. She wanted to believe that he would be happy at this final farewell. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face again. "Please..." she thought to herself. Then she remembered, that moment outside of the hospital wing, when Remus had kissed her and embraced her, she remembered the feeling of being liberated, and subconsciously, she smiled and laughed a bit. She opened her eyes and found the results satisfying. She got up and proceeded out, but she thought of where she was going and a tear found its way to slide down her cheek. "well...this is it."
***
The day was beautiful, the grass was green, and before a sparkling lake was the white tomb. "Wotcher Dumbledore," she thought in her head with a bittersweet feeling wrenching in her heart. "and good-bye." Remus Lupin who stood beside her seemed to have heard her thoughts and he squeezed her hand in a way that says to never say good-bye.
End.
yes, I think I might be made out of cheese.
pairing: Remus/Tonks (Don't trash tonks I love her)
At St. Mungo's after the battle at MoM
She was dueling Bellatrix Lestrange. She was her aunt, but it didn't matter. Her aunt was a death eater, and the glint in her eyes read hatred towards Tonks, whom she probably considered a hideous stain upon her family name...no, a blood-traitor. Tonks rapidly shot spell after spell at Bellatrix, but the one second she took to pause and blink a spell had hit her square in the chest causing her to tumble down from the set of stairs she stood on. The last thing she saw was Sirius sweeping over shooting spells at Bellatrix angrily. "cousin..." Then it all went black. She awoke to sterile lights above her head, the buzzing of the previous battle still humming in her ears. Pain seared through her body the instant she tried to sit up. "ugh..."
"don't try to get up" A quiet voice beside her said. She looked around and realised that she was lying in a hospital bed in St. Mungo's. Beside her sat Remus Lupin. Looking tired and worn out as ever, but there was something different. He was battered up but his was streaked with sorrow.
"Remus...what happened? Is Harry alright? Where's Bellatrix? Where's Siriu-" at the mention of her cousin's name she saw Remus look away and his hands suddenly grip his patched up robes subconsciously. "No!" Tonks looked at him for an answer. Surely Sirius was victorious? Perhaps injured and hospitalized at worse. She looked around the hospital and saw Mad-Eye Moody asleep on another bed across the room. She recognized a few other who had been there. But no Sirius. She looked back at Lupin who didn't meet her gaze. He couldn't say anything, he just looked down. She couldn't think of anything to say either but just lied back down in her hospital bed and turned to stare at a wall. Thoughts of the cousin she had only just begun to know rushed back to her. She bit her lower lip as she reminisced the short period of time at number 12 grimmauld place where she had spent with him. She felt Remus get up and begin to leave the hospital room. Tears began to well up and she bit down on her lip even harder to stifle a sob she had almost let out. And in the softest voice ever, when she thought Lupin had gone, she whispered, "I'm sorry...Sirius."
***
Lupin couldn't look into the eyes of his best friend's cousin. He feared that if he did he would be confirming what had happen when inside, his feelings were still fighting with what he knew was true. Sirius Black was dead. "No. That's impossible, Impossible. No No NO," he found himself arguing in his head against himself. But it was undeniable. He saw Tonks turn away from him. His eyes suddenly felt hot, stinging with the threat of tears. So he quietly but swiftly got up to leave. When he got to the doorway however, he thought he heard a soft sob and turned around to glance over at Tonks. Then he heard her whisper to Sirius and walked away, tears unstoppable.
***
"Bloody Hell!" Sirius cried as the ghoul made another explosion in the toilet, drenching him while trying to strangle him at the same time. "Graaagh! Blasted...#(&#*(@&!)#@$%!!!" He shot a spell at the goul but it missed. Harry was trying to pry Sirius away from the murderous goul, and then Tonks came up from behind and shot it straight in the face. It made a strange shriek before disentegrating leaving the toilet unoccupied and unhazardous...for that moment at least. "Wotcher Sirius. You alright mate?" Tonks said cheerfully as Harry pulled his godfather up, his ragged robes drenched in toilet water.
"Brilliant, Tonks. Abs-ol-ute-ly BRILLIANT," he said sarcastically as he rung water (or hopefully water) out of his hair. Tonks flicked her wand and said an incantation that dried Sirius instantly. "Thanks. Alright, onwards with this cleaning business," he said gruffily. As they started out the bathroom Tonks slipped and knocked over what seemed to be a vial of perfume. "Oh no. Sorry! Ah..I'm so sorry!" Tonks said after the vial shattered. "Don't worry about it. I bet it smelled like crap anyways." Said Sirius as he picked up the broken vial and chucked into a huge sack of junk. "I'm proud that you managed to get rid of the toilet ghoul without breaking the toilet though!" He laughed.
"Hey! I am an Auror afterall! Plus, that toilet was probably broken before I even got near it," Tonks said.
"Ah yes...good point. Aww, my little cousin Nymphadora all grown up now! And an Auror!" He gasped mockingly. "Oh how I'm so PROUD of you."
"Watch it, dog."
"woof." Sirius sniggered.
That was one of the times she had enjoyed being around her cousin. There was another time where he made jokes about how she and Remus would look good together. "You know, it'd be quite a lovely color combination. A dash of eye-blinding bright pink against a canvas of solemnly boring gray!" His comments had made Remus so embarrassed that he hexed a bunch of chocolate to pelt at Sirius. Which at that point, Tonks had made no hesitation to jump up and grab them for herself. Those were good times. And too brutally short. Tonks sobbed into her hospital bed again. And said "sorry" again.
***
"Wotcher Remus." She said somewhat cheerfully as he entered the hospital room. It had been a few days after the battle and Tonks was getting better now; she was able to sit up and even walk around a bit without a painful sensation overwhelming her body.
"Hello, Nymphadora." She glared at him. "I mean, Tonks."
"Thank you, just because I'm hospitalized doesn't mean I can't take your arse down!" She said chuckling. Lupin smiled warily at her. He knew that she was trying to move on and remain as cheerful as possible, but he also knew that when he passed by her room every evening, she was sobbing herself to sleep while continuously whispering "sorry." "Eh...not in the mood for blonde today."She said while scrunching up her face and turning her hair bubble-gum pink. "So. Remus...um...how's Harry?"
"hm? Oh," Remus broke out of his thoughts. "Well...its been hard on him. But he's safe for now. He'll be leaving school soon though."
"I see..." Tonks said somewhat sadly. "He could have been with him..." Remus saw her look down for a second before she turned, smiled and asked him "How are you?" He looked at her in the eyes for the first time since the night she was hospitalized. And beyond the cheery disposition, he saw in her eyes a glint of sadness, and of guilt.
"I should ask you that, Tonks." Remus said. Tonks looked at him perplexed.
"wha? Me? I'm fine! I'm getting better see?" She motioned to get out of her bed, but Remus stopped her.
"Tonks...it wasn't your fault." She stared at him uncertain of what to say. She didn't smile anymore and looked away. She didn't say anything, but he knew what was going through her head, "it's my fault. I should have gotten her first. It should have been me, not Sirius." He knew it because somewhere in his own head, the same thoughts were swirling through.
"Tonks..."
"Tell me about when you and him were young." She suddenly said. She turned to look at him again and gave him a sad smile. "please. I'd like to know." Remus looked at her understandingly and began recounting how he had met Sirius and James at school and how they shared some of the most adventurious times together, what with the Marauder's map and all the mischief. Remus saw her smiling genuinely and even laughing at some of the stories. And for now, that was enough.
***
(lalala now flash forward to HBP where somewhere in between Tonks confessed but Remus although wanting to be with her, rejects cuz he thinks he's too old, poor, and dangerous. Now the Order's missions have made Tonks more tired and all the chaos including emotional pain and blah are all weighing down on her)
She looked in the mirror again. And scrunched her face up. She opened her eyes. Brown. Mousy, brown, PLAIN. It wasn't working anymore. "Why? Why isn't it working anymore?" Tonks thought to herself, frustrated by her inability to metamorph. She scrunched up her face again, but knew what would be the outcome before she even opened her eyes again. Mousy brown, drooping, and depressing. She muttered a curse to herself before examining her reflection in the mirror again. Dark circles were clearly visible under her eyes that used to shimmer, but now seemed to have lost their shine. Even wrinkles seemed to pop up around her face that now seemed sickly pale and unhealthy. She sighed and without even trying the jumble of events that made her this depressed ran through her thoughts. "'I'm too old'; there's so much Order work; 'I'm too poor'; I didn't finish her and she got Sirius; 'I'm too dangerous'; when was the last time I had a good undisturbed night's sleep?; 'i'm sorry Tonks'; I might die any day now; Remus is infiltrating the werewolves; Sirius...; Remus...; GAh!" She felt like punching herself and maybe that'll knock her cold so that she wouldn't have to keep thinking about all this chaos. She sighed again and cast the mirror another look before grabbing her wand and leaving for another mission. There was a horrible part of her mind that told her that she should make this her last mission, just end it all so she wouldn't have to think anymore. But in her head, she just laughed and said "nah. Don't think that'll work. I've got mousy brown hair but I'm still Tonks!"
***
Christmas was cold. Sure Remus Lupin was seated in the very comfortable Weasley's household in front of a cozy fire, but no matter how warm he felt sitting there gazing in to the flames, he still felt cold. He stared into the dancing fire and every few flickers he'd thought he saw it turn pink. Pink, and spikey. He sighed and knew who his mind had settled on at that moment. Maybe that's why he felt cold. Because even though he was sitting in front of and death-staring a fiercely warm fire, he remembered that the flame that burned in his heart had a face filled with hurt. He felt a pang of guilt for he knew somewhere out there on this Christmas eve, she was still sobbing her "sorries" to someone he missed just as much; he felt guilty that on top of that he had given her more things to disturb her sleep. "But." he reminded himself, "It is better that she is hurt emotionally than physically." He rubbed his arm, where underneath the ragged robes, he knew lie many scars each full moon had inflicted upon him. This night, it was his turn to mutter "I'm sorry."
***
She stood outside the hospital wing where the people inside were still crowded around Bill. Discussing what had happened, and lamenting. She leaned against the stone wall, letting the events catch up with her.
"'you see? she still wants to marry him even though he's been bitten! she doesn't care!'...'and I've told YOU a million times I'm too old, too poor...too dangerous...''this is not the time to discuss it...Dumbledore's dead.' 'Dumbledore would have been happier than anyone to think that there was a little more love in the world.'" Tonks opened her eyes as if she just realized something. "Dumbledore...the most powerful yet kindest wizard she had ever known, one who trusted her and recruited her in the Order of the Phoenix to fight against evil, the one who kept the Order under control and gave everyone a sense of safety...gone." These thoughts rushed through her mind so quickly that she had to think it over again before it finally made sense. Dumbledore was gone. Tonks looked down and tears filled her eyes again. And he had wanted a little more love to go around? He would have been happy? She closed her eyes and laughed in her mind. "idiot..." she said softly. She wasn't exactly sure who she was calling 'idiot' at perhaps at her late professor, perhaps at herself, perhaps at Remus, or maybe all of them. "Idiot...idiot..."she repeated, this time pounding her head against the stone wall behind her everytime she said it. Someone came out of the hospital wing then, but she didn't notice. "Idiot, Idiot..." "Tonks?..." The 'someone' touched her on her shoulder but before she could see who it was, she reacted instinctively. "IDIOT!" And socked him in the nose. "MMMf!" Remus tried to yell and then doubled over. Tonks came to her senses and stared at him wide-eyed and gaping. "Merlin! Remus! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Remus are you alright! No of course not, I just broke your nose. I'm so sorry! I really really didn't mean it! Oh right, I need to fix that! I'm sorry! Really! Episkey! Remus! I'm sorry!"
"You say that too much," Remus said calmly as if nothing had happened at all while giving his nose a slight wiggle just to make sure. He looked at her to see that she was still staring at him at a clear loss of what to say.
"Remus..I...I'm so-"
"No, Tonks," Remus cut her off and she looked at him startled. "I'm sorry...Tonks." She looked away at him and muttered, "you always say that..." and sobbed but brought her hand up to try to cover it. She tugged at the mousy brown hair she had given up on metamorphing. Remus looked at her for a moment, then gently he took her hand and pulled it away from her face. Saying "sorry" just won't do anymore, and then he leaned in and kissed her. Tonks was shocked for a moment and for another the thought of punching him again surfaced in her mind, but all the things that had happend up til now had just been so chaotic, so overwhelming; Sirius, the Order, Remus, Dumbledore...; it felt good to just let that all go for a moment and just be lost in his arms, even if its just for one moment only.
***
She sat in front of a mirror again, and looked at her mousy brown hair. She didn't know if it was going to work. She scrunched up her face and then opened her eyes to see no effect. "Come on...this is for Dumbledore" she thought to herself. She knew that this would be her final good-bye to the wizard, and she knew that he'd have been happy to see her without the sad brown hair. She wanted to believe that he would be happy at this final farewell. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face again. "Please..." she thought to herself. Then she remembered, that moment outside of the hospital wing, when Remus had kissed her and embraced her, she remembered the feeling of being liberated, and subconsciously, she smiled and laughed a bit. She opened her eyes and found the results satisfying. She got up and proceeded out, but she thought of where she was going and a tear found its way to slide down her cheek. "well...this is it."
***
The day was beautiful, the grass was green, and before a sparkling lake was the white tomb. "Wotcher Dumbledore," she thought in her head with a bittersweet feeling wrenching in her heart. "and good-bye." Remus Lupin who stood beside her seemed to have heard her thoughts and he squeezed her hand in a way that says to never say good-bye.
End.
yes, I think I might be made out of cheese.