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Beginnings	By : TwistOfLime Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Tonks Views: 5769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

Remus apparated into Grimmauld Square, a small parcel of unkempt grass as shabby as the buildings surrounding it. It was drizzling and chilly and Remus pulled his cloak tighter around him as he walked down the street and up to the house rapidly appearing between numbers eleven and thirteen: number twelve Grimmauld Place.

He thought vaguely that it probably wasn’t the safest place to be. Bellatrix was Sirius’s closest living relative; the house could belong to her now. However, even if this were the case, it was highly unlikely that the Death Eaters would be paying any house calls tonight. With several of them captured and their failure to retrieve the prophecy, they would be busy elsewhere. And if not, Remus was itching for a fight. His hand tightened its grip on his wand as he welcomed thoughts of visiting Death Eaters.

The door opened with a tap from his wand and Remus made his way through the darkened hallways. The heavy curtains let almost no light in from the street, but he didn’t bother lighting any of the ancient gas lamps lining the walls.

He made his way to the kitchen, pointing his wand at the fireplace and creating a fire that was warm and crackling, as if it had been going for hours.

Their supper dishes were still on the table, Sirius’s glass still half full with amber elf-made wine. Remus grabbed a bottle of fire whiskey and slumped into the chair across from Sirius’s. He filled his glass, dirty from dinner, to the brim and drank deeply.

The fire whiskey warmed the chill in his bones, but did nothing to move the heavy weight that had settled in his chest. He drank again, staring at Sirius’s plate and glass. They had been here several hours earlier eating dinner. Eating dinner, it seemed horribly normal. How could they not have known? How could they not sense it? Maybe Sirius did, maybe he felt something different. Ironically, their dinner conversation had been about Harry’s Occlumency lessons.

Remus let out another sharp, humorless laugh. He took another drink and turned to the fire, unable to look at the dishes any longer. He could still feel them though. They seemed to burn the side of his face, sitting there, waiting for Sirius to come home. Maybe he would have finished the wine before clearing the table and turning in for the night.

He couldn’t stand it. He stood up and reached for the dishes, throwing them as hard as he could, one by one, against the wall and enjoying the sound of them shattering, the shards raining on the stone floor. He gripped the end of the table when he was finished, his knuckles turning white as he took deep, uneven breaths.

They were dishes. Dishes. What the hell was wrong with him? Dishes were what put him over the edge. He let out a half-strangled hysterical laugh as hot tears scorched down his face. He tried to choke them back but couldn’t and collapsed to the floor half laughing, half sobbing.

Eventually, the hysteria subsided and he was left crying on the cold, stone floor, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Sirius was gone, forever this time. Remus had lost him before, thinking him a traitor responsible for the deaths of Lily and James. Now he was gone for real. He should be used to this by now, losing people.

There was a loud crash from the living room. He hadn’t even heard the door open. He gripped his wand tightly, but didn’t move, afraid to make a sound and give away his position. He could hear footsteps coming closer.

“Wotcher Remus,” Tonks said, rounding the corner into the kitchen, her hair a washed out violet color now. She didn’t question his position on the floor or the casualties of his war against the crockery, but instead plopped down next to him.

“Merlin, I almost hexed you!” he shouted, hastily wiping his eyes, painfully aware that they were still red and puffy.

She didn’t comment. “Yes, well I figured you’d be here. It isn’t exactly the safest place to be right now, you know.”

“I know, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I probably could have gone to the Weasley’s, but both Ginny and Ron were injured, they have enough to deal with. Besides... I didn’t think that I – I could handle that just now.”

“Right, who would want a cozy house and home cooked meals when they could have all this,” she said sarcastically, smirking and gesturing to the gloomy kitchen.

“Exactly,” he replied, trying desperately to return the smile. He couldn’t. He stared at his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, he couldn’t stop and he didn’t care. He once again put his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with sobs as his breath hitched in his chest.

Suddenly, he was pulled against a soft, warm body. One hand was holding his head against her chest, while the other ran over his arm and back, soothing him. He could feel her own tears, surprisingly cool, falling on his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly as his breathing evened out.

“For what? For loving your best friend? For being sad that he’s – that he’s gone? Don’t be stupid,” she replied, her voice breaking a little.

He sat up and wiped his eyes against the sleeves of the traveling cloak he was still wearing. Then he took her face in his hands and gently wiped away the tears with his thumbs, noticing that her eyes were a warm brown color today.

She placed a hand over one of his, taking a deep breath that caught in her chest and closing her eyes. “Come on,” she said standing up and pulling him to his feet. “You can’t stay here, it isn’t safe. You can stay at my place for the night, until we figure out whether or not we can keep using this as headquarters. My sofa is comfortable and I’ll make you a cup of tea, much better for a broken heart than drowning it fire whiskey.”

“Aguamenti,” Tonks muttered, pointing her wand at the fire as a jet of water shot from the tip. She lit her wand, and Remus allowed himself to be lead through the living room, down the hall and out into the street where the two of them turned on their heels and disappeared into the night.
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