"Why am I drawing -- what sort of a question is that!" He snapped at her, shaking his head again. He'd been dealing with a lot of demons, after the end of the war, it was why he'd come out here. He'd found a little peace here. And now.. Tonks. Tonks, who'd been dead three years, had shown up and was parading around like it should be perfectly normal that she was here. He was losing his mind, it was finally happening.
"Get out!" Snapped at her, even as she came to the realization that she'd died.. it must have been a very conflicting thing for her to process, in her mind. She was going to be dead in six years. At the maximum - she could have died a lot sooner than that.
"Get out, now. I don't want to hear about your stupid prophecy or Dumbledore or any of that." His jaw was tight and he stepped closer. "Just get out. And don't come back."