Who: Remus and Tonks What: She's finally content and the world is ending. Typical. When: Monday evening Where: The Weir Status/Rating: Incomplete/PG
Tonks tucked her legs and feet underneath her and leaned against the pillows on the bed's headboard. In her arms laid her son, wrapped tightly with blanket and cradled with the utmost care. Since giving birth she'd been what she thought was almost too careful with Cian, nearly always refusing to hold him while standing and walking around. Back to her normal size, her balance was off again and she was back to her normal clumsiness. The last thing she needed was to stumble and drop the baby. The bed was safer.
Granted, safe seemed relative these days. If the city message boards were to be beleived then they were all in for the worst. The Apocalypse.
Dora was trying not to think about it; trying to tell herself that she didn't believe in such things and that nothing could be worse than Voldemort's reign. She'd seen what the the beginning of the end looked like, and so had her parents. She didn't want to believe that there was something worse. Especially not with Cian in her arms. She and Remus had died once in their own world, but Dora was determined that they wouldn't do it here. She didn't want to leave her son an orphan again.