Who: Remus Lupin & Tonks What: Sirius is dead. Who wants to go home alone? When: BACKSTORY, wee hours of the morning, 19 June, 1996 Where: Tonks' flat in Southbank, London Rating: In honor of V-day, LET THERE BE SMUT. And really sad stuff.
Tonks didn't have the head to explain to Moody exactly what she had seen in the Department of Mysteries, or what she hadn't seen, rather, for one moment she was flourishing her wand and could hear the crows of Sirius as he fought on the dias at the center of the chamber, and the next her wand hand had gone still, and everything was black. She didn't have the head or the heart for anything once Moody had told her that Sirius was dead, that he and she had been awake and fighting one moment, but only Tonks had woken and Sirius... Sirius was gone forever.
It felt like someone had taken out her heart, and she felt none of the injuries the Healers at St. Mungo's warned her she must be careful over, begged her to stay the night so they could observe her condition. Tonks was alive, wasn't she? In no uncertain terms she'd told them to piss off and Moody, too, stalking as much as her healing wounds would allow toward the ward exit.
But Remus was there. Waiting for her, maybe? And why? Tonks didn't speak, just looked at him, hair wilted, expression empty, looking nothing like the woman she'd spent so many months trying to get him to notice.