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m4moony

Nowhere Else to Turn

Feb 24, 2006 20:58

Date: Late August 1998
Time: A short time before Midnight
Character(s) Involved: Remus & Tonks
Complete or Incomplete: Complete
Rating: PG but may increase as it goes

( Who do you turn to when there's no one left? )

notes: backstory, 1998: 08-august

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nymphadorauror February 25 2006, 05:48:47 UTC

Tonks’ jerked out of the faint sleep she was in, sitting upright from her slumped position on the couch with a startle. She hadn’t remembered falling asleep, and it showed as there was a mess of papers over the blanket covering her lap, and the small lamp to her right was still on. She pushed the papers off her lap onto the floor, and removed the blue blanket from her body as she stood; somehow knowing something woke her up but not being able to figure out what. She stumbled to the nearest window, weary and half asleep, and casually checked the darkness for who knows what. But she didn’t have time to move anywhere else about the house, for her eyes caught sight of a darkened figure standing near the doorway- at least she thought it was someone standing there. Her blurry vision made her doubt her questionable mind ( ... )

m4moony February 25 2006, 06:26:21 UTC

Remus could make out the sounds of someone moving about on the other sound of the door and when her voice came to him, it was not difficult to hear the sleep still in it. Gods! He'd woken her. What time was it, anyway? It must be late. The Moon was high in the sky and just starting to drift toward the western horizon.

"'Dora?" He knew his voice was broken and low, but in the stillness of the night around him, it sounded to his sensitive ears as though he was shouting loud enough to wake the neighbors.

"'Dora, it's me. Remus." He leaned his head by the door in an attempt to soften the carriage of his voice beyond her stoop. I'm sorry for waking you. I...I don't know where else to go."

He couldn't blame her for being cautious in these times. He'd have been more worried about her living alone, despite her occupation, if she wasn't cautious. But a part of him wished she would hurry up and let him in. He was on the verge of a breakdown and he only hoped he could put it off until he was inside.

nymphadorauror February 25 2006, 07:01:00 UTC

“Remus.” Tonks whispered as she backed away from the door, blinking and jerking her head in an odd way. Her senses were smacked awake with a shock, as if the name alone was a snap back into alert mode. She took a step backwards, nicking a heel against a table leg from a small table that sat below the coat rack, and aimed her wand at the door. Under cursing breath of pain from her foot, she removed the charm with a swish of her hand, and then stumbled to the door and drew it open ( ... )

m4moony February 25 2006, 08:45:44 UTC

"Yes...no..." Stepping into the room behind her Remus shook his head -- more to clear it of the images that wouldn't stop than to confirm or deny his own state of mind. Remus had rarely felt so lost. Not since he thought he'd lost all of his brothers in the span of two days seventeen years ago. Even losing Sirius two years ago had stung more of betrayal.

"I'm sorry, 'Dora," he said again. "I just...I can't make it stop. Everytime I close my eyes, I see him lying there...hear his voice...taunting..."

He was babbling. He was babbling and he barely realized it. The need for revenge had vanished in the moment the body had landed with a soft, sickening thumb upon the lawn of the Shrieking Shack. He'd felt the wolf inside snarl in satisfaction even as he collapsed to his knees in sorrowful defeat.

"I'm the last." Soft brown eyes which were normally filled with such warmth sought hers with feverish desperation. "I am the last of us and it's because I killed him."

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nymphadorauror March 2 2006, 05:13:18 UTC

As Remus spoke and spilled forth his story for her anxious ears, Tonks eased down and sat on the floor before him while watching him with steady eyes, stopping her need to touch him so he would not be interrupted. Never once did she flinch, tear her gaze away, or mutter anything to interrupt. Blinking and breathing were all she could muster, while the expression of her curious concern had been chiseled over her features. Not even her mind would speak out, or her overly strong emotions, as they usual did. With the experience she had gathered from her occupation as an Auror, as well as the intense training she had to endure before said occupation, Tonks sat and observed Remus, while listening to him with pugnacious attentiveness, unyielding to any force that would distract her ( ... )

nymphadorauror March 2 2006, 05:13:48 UTC

“I did not know the boy Peter Pettigrew… the childhood friend of your school days. I hardly knew the man he grew into, or the reason he would choose such a path in life. I don’t even confess to know what I would have done, if I had been in a similar situation where a dear friend of mine changed into something I could not recognize any longer. The boy grew up, as we all do Remus, but he chose his fate. He decided to do so many things that caused such a chain of reactions- none could even realize he had done it. I do not think I have to start reciting the list of his actions- but I think you should hear one in particular. This action I would thank him for…. I would shake his hand and tell him thank you.” The tone in her voice firmed as she spoke very seriously ( ... )

m4moony March 2 2006, 20:32:41 UTC

"No. You don't understand." Remus shook his head violently in denial of her words. Pushing away from the chair, from her, he resumed his anxious pacing of the kitchen ( ... )

nymphadorauror March 2 2006, 21:43:12 UTC

Tonks pushed herself off the floor, shortly after Remus fled from their closeness, and shoved the chair in front of her with an angry fit. She was in mental anguish, hearing him speak about his wrongs, and his own appointed titles, like it didn’t mean a thing to let her hear it. When the words she spoke came out, it was fast and furious.

“Right Remus- You are a Monster. Is that what you want to hear?! Is IT?! Would putting you in Azkaban, and letting you stay there to rot, going to make you feel better?! You should be commended for one death while Peter was not?! You wanted to allow him to make peace with himself, like the way he gave everyone he came into contact with a chance ( ... )

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