(You are Nymphadora Tonks and you are freshly married to Remus Lupin and you are in your kitchen with Molly Weasley and Fleur Weasley (Delacour) after a concern that you are “expecting” Molly brings a box of muggle pregnancy tests you just stare at them with a nauseous feeling)

Molly:“Come now, poppet. It’s better to know,”

Molly cooed as she rubbed Tonks’ back in slow, soothing circles.

Fleur:“It is probably nothing,”

Fleur nodded encouragingly.

Tonks withdrew her head from between her knees to glare at the Frenchwoman. It sure as hell wasn’t nothing.

The last few months of her life had been absolutely perfect. After a long and arduous battle, Tonks had finally dragged Remus down the aisle. Well…it was a lot more romantic than she made it sound. The couple had wed in a small, intimate ceremony earlier that summer. They both knew there was no stopping the impending darkness of war that was fast approaching, but nonetheless, had decided to spend whatever time they had left together: a massive “up yours” to Voldie and his goons.

True, life since their union had been a bit hectic. When they weren’t working undercover for the Order, they spent all of their time together in their bedroom—the only room in their small London flat that got any proper use. Undoubtedly, that’s how Tonks had ended up in her current predicament. After being late, followed by several days of morning sickness, she was fairly certain she was pregnant.

Molly:“Here, we have the test, we’ll soon find out. It will all be fine.”

The kindly ginger handed her a cookie and a cup of tea.It wasn’t that she didn’t want kids. In all honesty, she had never really thought about it. She still felt like a kid herself. Plus, with the current violence sweeping their world, now was certainly not the time to be thinking about new life. She had never even discussed the prospect of a family with Remus. But, she was sure that even if he did want children—something she slightly doubted, given his anxieties about his condition—he would agree that now was nowhere near the proper time to start a family. Oh Merlin. She hadn’t yet considered how Remus would react. Her nausea returned. She groaned and brought her head back between her knees.

Fleur:“Oh my, is she going to be alright?”

Fleur questioned Molly as if Tonks wasn’t there.

Fleur:“She looks like she is going to faint! Poor thing!”

Tonks:“Maybe I’d feel better if I broke your nose,” Tonks growled.

Fleur:“It must be the ‘ormones,”

Fleur remarked, throwing a look of pity in Tonks’s direction. That did it. Tonks rose from her chair, fully intending to draw her wand and wipe that look off of the blonde’s pretty little face. Molly was quicker. She firmly placed herself in between the two younger witches.

Molly:“Alright now, let’s all calm down and let Tonks take her test.”

Tonk:“Calm down? Calm down?!”

Tonks was shaking

Tonks: “How can I calm down! This is a bloody disaster! I’m… I’m not ready for any of this. Remus isn’t ready!”

Her voice broke. She collapsed back into her chair. Merlin’s pants, she had never been so emotional before in her life! Perhaps Fleur had been right about the hormones.Molly kneeled in front of the anxious witch and stroked her hair.

Molly:“We don’t even know if there’s anything to panic about yet. Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

Tonks:“So, you think there’s a chance I’m not pregnant?”

Molly: “Well there’s always a chance, but you’ll feel better once you know for sure. Isn’t that right, Fleur? Don’t you think Tonks should take the test and find out?”

Fleur:“Oh yes. It will be much better to know for sure. I ‘ope you drank enough of your tea. Apparently, this Muggle test requires you to pee on it! Quite odd!”

Fleur cheerfully opened the little box containing the pregnancy test they had hastily picked up at the pharmacy in town. Tonks was hoping to avoid a trip to St. Mungo’s until she deemed it necessary