[Incomplete]
Who: Tonks (ntlupin) and Adam (rlyahero)
When: Today, mid-morning
Where: Lower Purg…perhaps the bridge closest to the clock tower
Rating: PG
Warnings: language maybe
Summary: Tonks returns - 1 year for her, 1 week for Purg.
“Please, why can’t you stay with me? Who knows what will happen out there? I know I cannot go out there. Please...just stay here. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave our child.”
“You don’t understand, Dora. I have to. Harry needs my help. He can’t do this own his own. And I need to be there for him...”
“I do understand! You’d rather act like your old friends and go off willy-nilly to be some sort of hero! Bloody Hell! Why did you even agree to marry me if you were going to leave me like this?”
“Dora! Stop it. I’m going and you’ll be safe here….”
The door had slammed shut as Remus stormed out of the room and then out of the house. Tonks just stood there trembling with sadness and anger. Her hair was past her shoulders. Strands of faded pink, black, and brown were mixed through out. Tears were glistening at the inside corners of her eyes as she stared at the door. Dressed in dark denim trousers, a bright green v-neck t-shirt, brown sandals, and a set of dark purple robes, Tonks was at a loss.
His voice kept ringing in response to hers in her head. His reasons didn’t make sense, not for her and not for their family. But he wanted to go and help the most important person in the war. The boy who lived - the Dark Lord was after him. It seemed to the Order and her own husband that this boy-now-young-man would be the one to vanquish the enemy.
As she turned and shuffled over to the end of the bed, everything went dark and then she found herself stumbling down to her knees. They smacked the wooden floor planks of a small bridge. Grabbing a hold of the wooden hand rail, she winced and slowly looked in front of her. The dark buildings and desolate atmosphere sparked familiarity.
Oh dear...Merlin...
Her two and half month stay in Purgatorium was like a dream to her since it had been nearly a year. Tonks slowly pushed herself up to stand as she gazed at the lower city. It looked exactly like it was. How could it still be this way?
Then her last memories of this place hit her and the tears came pouring down her cheeks. Claire...
She reached up to cover her mouth as her vision blurred. Adam...
[ooc: lj-cut lyrics are Matchbox Twenty's, small text is my own pathetic fan fiction based on pages 211-214 of HP, Book 7"]
When: Today, mid-morning
Where: Lower Purg…perhaps the bridge closest to the clock tower
Rating: PG
Warnings: language maybe
Summary: Tonks returns - 1 year for her, 1 week for Purg.
“Please, why can’t you stay with me? Who knows what will happen out there? I know I cannot go out there. Please...just stay here. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave our child.”
“You don’t understand, Dora. I have to. Harry needs my help. He can’t do this own his own. And I need to be there for him...”
“I do understand! You’d rather act like your old friends and go off willy-nilly to be some sort of hero! Bloody Hell! Why did you even agree to marry me if you were going to leave me like this?”
“Dora! Stop it. I’m going and you’ll be safe here….”
The door had slammed shut as Remus stormed out of the room and then out of the house. Tonks just stood there trembling with sadness and anger. Her hair was past her shoulders. Strands of faded pink, black, and brown were mixed through out. Tears were glistening at the inside corners of her eyes as she stared at the door. Dressed in dark denim trousers, a bright green v-neck t-shirt, brown sandals, and a set of dark purple robes, Tonks was at a loss.
His voice kept ringing in response to hers in her head. His reasons didn’t make sense, not for her and not for their family. But he wanted to go and help the most important person in the war. The boy who lived - the Dark Lord was after him. It seemed to the Order and her own husband that this boy-now-young-man would be the one to vanquish the enemy.
As she turned and shuffled over to the end of the bed, everything went dark and then she found herself stumbling down to her knees. They smacked the wooden floor planks of a small bridge. Grabbing a hold of the wooden hand rail, she winced and slowly looked in front of her. The dark buildings and desolate atmosphere sparked familiarity.
Oh dear...Merlin...
Her two and half month stay in Purgatorium was like a dream to her since it had been nearly a year. Tonks slowly pushed herself up to stand as she gazed at the lower city. It looked exactly like it was. How could it still be this way?
Then her last memories of this place hit her and the tears came pouring down her cheeks. Claire...
She reached up to cover her mouth as her vision blurred. Adam...
[ooc: lj-cut lyrics are Matchbox Twenty's, small text is my own pathetic fan fiction based on pages 211-214 of HP, Book 7"]