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[pro_remus_lupin]

Title: Goodbye
Author: crescent_gaia, as this is one of my muse accounts.
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: #16 - Farewells and Harriet Beecher Stowe's quote from justprompts. The quote is “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone

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[littlemorelove]

Tonks couldn't talk.

She'd barely been released from St. Mungo's for the funeral, and only because her mother pulled strings; and she had to go back there shortly. And one of the consequences of that curse was that she could barely talk.
But even if she could, she had no words to say. No words fit.

She couldn't face her mother, not with the knowledge that she'd concealed the fact she'd known where Sirius was, and so had deprived her of the chance to spend time together - a chance that now was lost.

And she couldn't face being alone right now.
Not with the knowledge that if she hadn't failed, Sirius would've still been up and about.
Not with the knowledge that she'd never hear that barking laugh again, or his veiled complaints about being trapped in the house. Or go running with Padfoot. Or...

And not with the knowledge that this man here, who, she'd recently realised, had stolen her heart, was left all alone, mourning the last of the family he'd chosen and who'd chosen him. On his own

[pro_remus_lupin]

He continued to cling to her, letting himself drain as he continued to cry. When he was done, he couldn't think of anything to say or do, but to continue to hold onto her. He let himself try to relax, but he couldn't.

He slowly realized that he was holding onto Tonks and he knew he didn't want to let go. Maybe Sirius was right about something he had told him earlier.

"Thank you," Remus whispered, barely audiable to her.

[littlemorelove]

There wasn't even a body, for this funeral. It felt so wrong.

And yet here in his arms, it wasn't that bad. It wasn't a safe haven - Merlin knew there wasn't any as long as the war was going on - but a bit of quiet, like the winds that were whipping at them, the storm, was quieter when she was this close to him.

Snap out of it. This is a funeral, not a ... not something else.

It was. But it didn't change the way his proximity and return hug comforted her, anchored her.

She nodded at his words, then looked up at him. "I'm sorry." Her voice croaked harshly and she made a face at it, behind the tears.
She was. Sirius had been in Remus' life before she had been born. His loss was...

If she'd been able to bring a little comfort back to him, that was a good thing.

[pro_remus_lupin]

He smiled at hearing her voice, as croaked as it was. It was needed, all the voices were, and it didn't matter how they sounded.

A smile. It was on his face, as Sirius would want at his funeral. He would want life, rather than people wanting to mourn and cry and make long faces.

"Its alright to smile," he whispered, barely audiable again. "He would want it."

[crescent_gaia]

You're only laughing because its the non-logical part of Remus' brain. *grins*

[crescent_gaia]

I know. I'm shocked too.

[mister_tonks]

Ted stands a short distance away, waiting for his wife and daughter. He barely knew Sirius, but he was Dromeda's favorite cousin, and he had helped the two of them get married.

Mostly he just doesn't want to disturb the two people standing by the grave marker.

[andromeda_b_t]

Andy came over to Ted and gently took his hand. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She hadn't cried yet and had mostly fussed over 'Dora then doing anything else.

[mister_tonks]

"I never really got a chance to thank him for helping us," he said. "If it hadn't been for him, I don't know if I'd ever have been married. Certainly not to you. I just wish there'd been more time."

[andromeda_b_t]

"He knew though," she said quietly. "He knew that we couldn't thank him enough for doing that and saving me from being forced into something that I wouldn't have been able to live with. There is never enough time."