His hands cupped her face, forcing those cold, dead eyes to look at him. There was not a single spark of recognition in them. She was so different; her hair was dark. Her skin was much paler and her bones more prominent beneath. She breathed slowly through dry, cracked lips and her face was blank. She looked at him, but she didn't know him. Not any more.

He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed gently. He brushed a golden strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She lay still, lost in her dreams, cradled against his chest, one hand rested over his heart, the other wrapped around her waist. He finds it easier with her. He doesn't obsess so much anymore. - Inspired by Neil Hilborn's "OCD"

He moved forwards and caught her as her voice broke and she fell to the floor. He knelt and she buried her face in his chest, fingers clinging to his robes, tears soaking through to his skin. He held her until her sobs turned to ragged breaths, then to small sighs. Then she was quiet, just letting him hold her.

"Why don't you dance?" She was standing before him, hair framing her pretty face. She braced her hands on his knees and leaned towards him, her long hair falling to brush against his arms, her face close to his, eyes sparkling. "dance with me." Inspired by Raymond Carver's short story "Why Don't You Dance?"

You return to your studying, forcing your eyes to look down at the small writing of the book before you. And that's when you feel his warm breath against your skin and his lips on your shoulder.

Tonks stood before her mirror studying her reflection.But it wasn't her face she longed to see. She sighed, this will do you no good, Tonks, She told herself, It will just make it hurt more.

Remus told her to stay at home where she was safe. But Tonks isn't one for sitting on the sidelines. Tonks and Remus's last moments together and their deaths rated k for deaths but not graphic