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She stood in front of the beautiful mirror, frowning in concentration, her eyes flicking from purple to blue to green to hazel. She often got like this, agitated when she couldn’t think of a colour, when she couldn’t decide if today they should be slightly slanted or perfectly round. Her hair was fine, her favourite style, short and spiky, bubblegum pink.

What eyes would he like? She thought. Which ones would make his mouth drop open and a smile stretch over his face? She loved to see him like that, because it made them both forget the horrible world they were living in, made them forget the war and the fact that they were both outcasts.

She’d stood out since she was a child, when she couldn’t control what she could do and the muggle children would run away, scared. He was hated by the majority of their world, seen as dangerous by wizards and a weakling by the werewolves.

If this war wasn’t over soon, she didn’t think she could cope to see the baby grow up in it. Her hand automatically went over her stomach, her eyes closed. My child. She thought. Our child.

She already had a name if it was a boy, he had agreed; Theodore. Teddy. After her father. If it was a girl she had no idea.

A stirring in the bed behind her, and she looked in the mirror, her eyes still flashing from colour to colour. “Tonks?” Her body turns to smile at him, as he brushes his hair back from his face, yawning as his eyes flicker open.

His eyes...she could stare into them for hours. Those chocolate brown eyes that sometimes, when it’s very close to the full moon, appear golden. She loves everything about him, but it’s his eyes that can draw her in, that can calm her down if she’s scared or worried.

She slips onto the bed, inching closer to him and feeling his arms wrap around her stomach, gently resting on the bump forming there. His kisses caress her neck, her shoulder, and she feels she can just melt into him.

When he stops, he turns her to face him, looking at her eyes, a finger running down along her cheek. “What colour today?” He asks, and she shrugs.

“I don’t know.” Before she met him, properly met him, as Remus Lupin, and not the strange quiet friend of her cousin, she always knew near enough what colour eyes to have, what colour she’d go through the day with. But he changed all that, he changed everything.

“How about,” again his finger runs down her cheek, his hands cup her face and he kisses her forehead “your natural eyes. I always liked them best.”

She can’t help but smile, as she closes her eyes and focuses, concentrates. When she opens them, she sees a flicker of pain across his face, before it disappears and the love he feels for her enters those chocolate brown orbs, as he stares into her grey eyes, so much like her cousin’s yet all her own. Natural, normal, Tonks.

As he sees her, fighting off a Death Eater, he swears loudly before sending a curse at the figure, who laughs hysterically before deflecting it. He knows that laugh. How many of her family must she kill? How many of those he loves must she kill? Pure rage and anger fills him as he rushes at Bellatrix Lestrange. She deflects a curse from her niece, before turning on him. The last word he hears is from Tonks, as the blinding green light comes his way and she screams his name. When she turns to look at him, he smiles feebly, seeing those natural grey eyes, and knowing he dies with those eyes in mind; he takes the curse and falls. Tonks fights bravely with her Aunt after that, knocking back any Death Eaters that try to jump in. She falls beside Remus, her grey eyes now lifeless and dead.

Description
She stood in front of the beautiful mirror, frowning in concentration, her eyes flicking from purple to blue to green to hazel. She often got like this, agitated when she couldn’t think of a colour, when she couldn’t decide if today they should be slightly slanted or perfectly round. Her hair was fine, her favourite style, short and spiky, bubblegum pink.

What eyes would he like? She thought. Which ones would make his mouth drop open and a smile stretch over his face? She loved to see him like that, because it made them both forget the horrible world they were living in, made them forget the war and the fact that they were both outcasts.

She’d stood out since she was a child, when she couldn’t control what she could do and the muggle children would run away, scared. He was hated by the majority of their world, seen as dangerous by wizards and a weakling by the werewolves.

If this war wasn’t over soon, she didn’t think she could cope to see the baby grow up in it. Her hand automatically went over her stomach, her eyes closed. My child. She thought. Our child.

She already had a name if it was a boy, he had agreed; Theodore. Teddy. After her father. If it was a girl she had no idea.

A stirring in the bed behind her, and she looked in the mirror, her eyes still flashing from colour to colour. “Tonks?” Her body turns to smile at him, as he brushes his hair back from his face, yawning as his eyes flicker open.

His eyes...she could stare into them for hours. Those chocolate brown eyes that sometimes, when it’s very close to the full moon, appear golden. She loves everything about him, but it’s his eyes that can draw her in, that can calm her down if she’s scared or worried.

She slips onto the bed, inching closer to him and feeling his arms wrap around her stomach, gently resting on the bump forming there. His kisses caress her neck, her shoulder, and she feels she can just melt into him.

When he stops, he turns her to face him, looking at her eyes, a finger running down along her cheek. “What colour today?” He asks, and she shrugs.

“I don’t know.” Before she met him, properly met him, as Remus Lupin, and not the strange quiet friend of her cousin, she always knew near enough what colour eyes to have, what colour she’d go through the day with. But he changed all that, he changed everything.

“How about,” again his finger runs down her cheek, his hands cup her face and he kisses her forehead “your natural eyes. I always liked them best.”

She can’t help but smile, as she closes her eyes and focuses, concentrates. When she opens them, she sees a flicker of pain across his face, before it disappears and the love he feels for her enters those chocolate brown orbs, as he stares into her grey eyes, so much like her cousin’s yet all her own. Natural, normal, Tonks.

As he sees her, fighting off a Death Eater, he swears loudly before sending a curse at the figure, who laughs hysterically before deflecting it. He knows that laugh. How many of her family must she kill? How many of those he loves must she kill? Pure rage and anger fills him as he rushes at Bellatrix Lestrange. She deflects a curse from her niece, before turning on him. The last word he hears is from Tonks, as the blinding green light comes his way and she screams his name. When she turns to look at him, he smiles feebly, seeing those natural grey eyes, and knowing he dies with those eyes in mind; he takes the curse and falls. Tonks fights bravely with her Aunt after that, knocking back any Death Eaters that try to jump in. She falls beside Remus, her grey eyes now lifeless and dead.