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Fic: Prophetic [Tonks, PG-13]

As it has now been over a month since the release of Deathly Hallows, I am no longer warning for spoilers in this journal.

Title: Prophetic
Author: furiosity
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-13
Character: Tonks
Warning: Character death
Disclaimer: JKR owns. I only play. You do not sue.
Length: 500 words
Summary: Through exploding snarls of spell-light, she saw Dolohov and Remus, locked in combat.
Beta: goneril and much_reality
Note: Written for the Slytherin vs Gryffindor Quidditch match at hogwarts_elite. Winning entry. *\o/*
Concrit: Always welcome and appreciated.

Prophetic


Have you seen Remus?

Twice Tonks had asked, but she had yet to see him.

Her mind wanted to believe Harry and Aberforth; it told her to Apparate back to Teddy. In her heart, Tonks knew that she would not rest until she saw Remus for herself, saw him safe and warm.

He was duelling Dolohov, Aberforth had shouted. Out on the grounds, Harry had said.

Tonks ran through the dust, across the castle, down into the creeping summer darkness of the grounds. She sped past a Death Eater, flung a curse over her shoulder, pausing only long enough to see him fall. She had missed this, her work, blood throbbing in her temples as she became a weapon against the Dark -- Moody's best and favourite girl.

Amidst the tangle of hedges beyond the gates, through exploding snarls of spell-light, she saw Dolohov and Remus, locked in combat. Remus looked younger, as though battle-fever had cleansed the lines from his face. He was fighting for her, for Teddy, for their family, and he was beautiful.

Tonks stayed out of sight; Remus would be angry if he found out she'd left Teddy. Now that she'd got what she came for, she was angry at herself, too, furious that she had forgotten her primary duty. She was a mother first, an Auror second -- even Moody would've chided her, the way he always used to whenever she broke protocol.

She heard Dolohov give a hoarse shout, and a streak of bright blue sliced through the night. Remus froze and tumbled to the ground in a limp arc. Without thought, Tonks charged; an Impediment Jinx screamed from her wand, and Dolohov sagged backwards, surprise on his pale face.

Tonks felt her body change as her knees hit the grass next to Remus, but for the first time since childhood, she had no control over her transformation. Her magic went wild as she stared at her husband's eyes, bright in death.

Bright, but cold. Why did you come here? Why did you leave our son?

As though a sleeper waking, Tonks realised that Dolohov was struggling up; her jinx must not have been strong enough. Still halfway up, he hexed; she blocked, and then a voice so like her mother's screeched out of the darkness.

"Hold! She's mine!"

Tonks sprang up and whirled round, years of training eclipsing her grief, but it was too late.

Like a spectre, Bellatrix lurched out of the shadows and smiled, raising her wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

There was a burst of colour, green like Teddy's hair that morning. Tonks went down in a full-body sideways roll, but it was no use. Death's fingers closed around her heart and wrenched her away from the summer night.

Her earlier words to Harry were prophetic, after all. She'll look after him.

Oh, Teddy, Teddy, my poor little orphan boy. Look after him, Mum.

It was her last thought.

Tonks flew, fast and deep into the green where Remus and Moody waited.

[end]

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Tags: fic:character:hp:tonks, fic:era:hogwarts, fic:fandom:hp, fic:genre:drama, fic:length:flash, fic:post-dh, fic:pov:tonks, fic:type:gen
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