imjustwandering: Someone edit a picture of Tonks so she has translucent hair!
I saw this post in the Tonks tag and thought it was a cool idea, so I had a go! For those of you who don’t know, this means that Tonk’s hair colour will change to match the background of your tumblr!
Unexpected Surprise || July, 2000 || Remus & Dora
Though, soon his lips had left hers and she smiled at the healers, as if apologising, but that was something she really needed. Tonks felt somewhat dizzy with such happiness, she knew she had a stupid grin over her face, but she could not find it in herself to care. True that had them thought about it before, she would have said that three children was a bit too much, but now, all she could think of was that it was a perfect number.
She barely realised the healers had moved on and started working on the next procedure. Before she knew, she had a projection of her womb right in front of her. “So, here’s one,” said the female healer pointing to one of them. “And the other one here,” added Healer Hoppe, showing the second baby.
Slowly, Dora reached for them, as if she could touch them and although she knew it was not possible, she found herself sad and slightly disappointed when her fingers went through it, just like it happened when one tried to touch a ghost. Those two tiny human beings that were only now starting to take form. “Wotcher,” she said lowly and breathlessly, tearing up one more time. The healers started to show them what corresponded to each part of their bodies, but she could not help but find it difficult to understand. “Is this an eye?” “No, that’s a hand.” “And that’s a head?” “Um, no, that’s the heart.” “Ah…” Gradually, her smile disappeared. Guess she was not the best mother after all.
With a smile on his face Remus turned his head and looked at the projection in front of them trying to identify something but finding himself unable to do so. Instead he listened to his wife talking to the Healer about the projection. A slight change in her voice made him look back at her to figure out what went wrong just to notice a change in the colour of her hair. He didn’t know what she was thinking but the look of disappointment in herself made him guess what she thought in that moment. In an attempt to make her feel better he bent down once more “Finding it difficult to see does not make you a bad mother. Besides I guess it’s harder to tell the difference because it’s two children and not just one” Remus said, wondering if that was helpful in any way.
Remus didn’t really notice the next few minutes passing way. They finished the projection and went back to the table to set a date for the next appointment and even though he tried listening to it, the fact that they were going to have twins frightened him more than he though in the beginning, which made him unable to listen to anything but his own thoughts.
On their way through the hallway back home Remus tried to stop thinking thought it only made him think even more. He wanted to only listen to the part of his mind that thought having twins was amazing but the other part in him that thought different grew stronger with every minute. He didn’t want to think of it but he had to admit that he was not able to stop his thoughts. Because two babies meant twice the things to buy which results in twice the money to spend on the things they were going to need. But money wasn’t even the biggest problem he found. An even bigger problem was time. Late February meant he had to be at Hogwarts, teaching student, but how could he go there each day and leave his wife home with three children?
All these thoughts racing in his mind made him realize one thing: he was not ready for having twins. But how could he put his thoughts in words to explain it? How could he tell Dora, without being able to explain?
At her husband’s words, Tonks nodded. She did not truthfully believe him, one baby was at one place and the second was at another spot, how would it interfere? All she wanted at that moment was to hold Teddy tightly in her arms. If she could not be the best mother for him, she would have him know that she loved him, she loved him more than anyone ever would. But she allowed herself to take some solace in her husband’s words either way, if only for his sake. They listened to the new recommendations of both healers and she received a list of all of them to follow, confirmed her due date to late February, most likely the 25th, booked the next appointment for the following month and got some more compliments about the twins, which Dora could not help but notice that Remus did not seem as enthusiastic as she was about them.
Whilst they walked through the hallways of St. Mungo’s, she felt the barrier that had been built between them. Although their hands were firmly linked (even though she realised that her hand was gripping his tightly as his barely brushed hers), she felt as though they were miles apart. So close yet so far. A quick glance at him showed to her that Remus was utterly concentrated upon putting one foot in front of the other. Tonks bit her bottom lip. Why was he so… distant? He had been happy about their children, hadn’t he? So why suddenly become so cold about them? Didn’t he love them? Didn’t he want them? By the look in his eyes not too long ago as well as when they had first found out about her pregnancy, she did not have a single doubt about the first, but she could not help but to wonder about the second at that moment. Did that mean he would… No, he couldn’t… could he? Would he? They knew the babies were not lycanthropes, but… Did that really mean he would leave her one more time? And this time for good?
The minute they had entered the mall and passed through the glass with the bizarre dummy, she took the lead and pulled him to the nearest empty store. Going home would mean having not only their son around, but also her mother who had been taking care of Teddy and even though she could not wait to see her baby or tell her mother what she thought to be wonderful news, there was one last thing that she - they needed to do before encountering both of them. Thus she let go off his hand, leant her back upon the glass of the vitrine, crossed her arms over her chest without waiting for his eyes to meet hers and not caring about the muggles passing by them every once in a while. If he was going to leave her; the sooner, the better. “So, spill it out.”
Guess it takes more than your best to kill me.
Tell me, how does it feel to not be able to end an Auror out of their best shape and still be taken down by a housewife?
Only if you go first, darling aunt.