Prompt 6
Title: “This Glacial World”
Author: mercutio_rane
Prompt: #6, K.T. Tunstall quote
Format: letter, 552 words
Rating: G
Summary: Tonks writes Remus, set during HBP
Author's Note: Very colloquial since it's in letter form. I'm always writing from Remus' pov, so here's Tonks in her HBP mood.
Dear Remus,
I’m sending another letter in hopes that this one finds you. It was hard to see Rosencrantz come back with the last two, unopened, but I never expect you to get them. And unless you’ve moved, I know this one will come back sealed, as well. I know Fenrir has blocked the forest where you stay to all living creatures, but it doesn’t make it any easier to know one thing and not the other. To know where you are and have no way to reach you, not even with the simple touch of words moving from my mind to yours.
The Order has grown, and every day we get another foothold that may help us defeat him. Moody keeps me busy, gathering information mostly, because I can’t morph anymore. My undercover assignments are shot. If I don’t Molly is all over Dumbledore to make sure you can come home for Christmas. God, I want to see you. And then part of me doesn’t, because I can’t bear to watch you leave again. Is that terrible?
I want to be honest and tell you things, how I’m feeling, but know I should be stronger than what I’ve become lately. I should try and lift you up, but how do I do that when I feel like my own fire has died? I hope you are well but know you’re not. I hope you get plenty to eat but know you’re probably starving. I know his ways, what he does to his followers. So it seems pointless, all this hope falling on dead soil. But I hope anyway. More than anything, I want you here again, safe. We've all lost too much already. So please come back, okay? Please. I talked to Harry, and we
It snowed so hard yesterday and then the sun came out. Everything glittered, and the ice on the river’s edge melted and carried downstream into the forest. It’s the only thing we share right now. Unlike me, it can change. It reaches you, all this ice and snow that morphs slowly into water. Maybe you’ll drink from that river today or lightly touch the stream's surface when you’re thinking, like you used to when we went to the park. What will you think if you get this? God, I can hear you chastising me, calling me a hapless romantic for thinking about ice and rivers and the water here soon reaching your world. But I know you, Remus..We're the same in so many surprising ways. In the only ways that matter....dreamer.
I don’t know what else to say. I’m with you every day, even if you still think our bond is wrong or dangerous or maybe even misguided. I’m with you, Remus, until this war melts away and brings you back to me. Until we don’t have to live like this anymore, splintered and shifting, an impossible journey apart. The world won’t be this icy void forever. Until then, I’ll stay exactly as now. I’ll wait for you always.
Your Nymphadora