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Title: Half a Heart
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abzurd
House: Hufflepuff
Date/Challenge: 18 – sins of the fathers at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_hath and dragon tears at 7spells
Character/Pairing: Tonks/Charlie (intended)
Genre/Warnings (as applicable): Unmitigated dramatics in First Person POV
Rating: PG
I wonder why it is that I love the wrong men? For years, I found myself attracted to the larger-than-life type, normally Quidditch players or Aurors. They were the men that littered my dreams with their cheeky smiles and strong hands.
When nothing seemed to come of that, I thought I might try to find another type of man. A quieter type. Someone like… someone like my da, I suppose. A man with an appreciation for books that hides the backbone of iron.
Molly laughs at me all the time, telling me I’m too off-the-wall to be appreciated by that sort of man. “It’s the violet hair,” she told me once, fingering a bit of the vibrant hair. Should it matter to the man who loves me what color my hair is? It should matter that I have a kind heart and I’m not afraid to work.
I blame my da for this confusion. It’s wrong, I know, but he’s the one who taught me to be independent, to never need a man to get things done. “To be an Auror, sweetest, you’ll need to be tough. Tougher than even you think you can be. That heart that cries at the slightest tweak will be hurt. You’ll need to heal it while still showing a brave face. Do you think you can do that?”
Of course, I had answered that I could, puffing out my little six-year-old chest as if it was the easiest thing in the world to be an Auror. He only smiled and chucked me under my chin with a finger stained from his favorite quill. Does he know what he did by believing in me?
“How can you love me?” Remus had asked when I bared my soul for his approval.
Because there is no one left for me. Kingsley held my heart in his large hands as I grew too close to my trainer. When he went to London to oversee the Muggle Minister, he left it here, battered and bruised. Charlie, years earlier, had taken my heart with him when he left for his beloved dragons. It came limping back after a few years, sadder and wiser but with the knowledge that men with obsessions are hard to pin down.
Now, Charlie tells me he’s coming back. The part of my heart that had always believed in the two of us leapt at the thought. He won’t say anything about Remus although I know he knows. If he won’t bring it up, I don’t know if I can. How do I tell him that there is still a part of me that will always love him but that the other parts were killed by a single dragon tear, cried in a fit of passion?
Dragon tears are dangerous things to humans. While they have the potential to heal, they can kill just as easily. I should know. I’m the product of a dragon tear. At least I’m only partially dead. One can live with only half a heart.
Author:
abzurdHouse: Hufflepuff
Date/Challenge: 18 – sins of the fathers at
30_hath and dragon tears at 7spellsCharacter/Pairing: Tonks/Charlie (intended)
Genre/Warnings (as applicable): Unmitigated dramatics in First Person POV
Rating: PG
I wonder why it is that I love the wrong men? For years, I found myself attracted to the larger-than-life type, normally Quidditch players or Aurors. They were the men that littered my dreams with their cheeky smiles and strong hands.
When nothing seemed to come of that, I thought I might try to find another type of man. A quieter type. Someone like… someone like my da, I suppose. A man with an appreciation for books that hides the backbone of iron.
Molly laughs at me all the time, telling me I’m too off-the-wall to be appreciated by that sort of man. “It’s the violet hair,” she told me once, fingering a bit of the vibrant hair. Should it matter to the man who loves me what color my hair is? It should matter that I have a kind heart and I’m not afraid to work.
I blame my da for this confusion. It’s wrong, I know, but he’s the one who taught me to be independent, to never need a man to get things done. “To be an Auror, sweetest, you’ll need to be tough. Tougher than even you think you can be. That heart that cries at the slightest tweak will be hurt. You’ll need to heal it while still showing a brave face. Do you think you can do that?”
Of course, I had answered that I could, puffing out my little six-year-old chest as if it was the easiest thing in the world to be an Auror. He only smiled and chucked me under my chin with a finger stained from his favorite quill. Does he know what he did by believing in me?
“How can you love me?” Remus had asked when I bared my soul for his approval.
Because there is no one left for me. Kingsley held my heart in his large hands as I grew too close to my trainer. When he went to London to oversee the Muggle Minister, he left it here, battered and bruised. Charlie, years earlier, had taken my heart with him when he left for his beloved dragons. It came limping back after a few years, sadder and wiser but with the knowledge that men with obsessions are hard to pin down.
Now, Charlie tells me he’s coming back. The part of my heart that had always believed in the two of us leapt at the thought. He won’t say anything about Remus although I know he knows. If he won’t bring it up, I don’t know if I can. How do I tell him that there is still a part of me that will always love him but that the other parts were killed by a single dragon tear, cried in a fit of passion?
Dragon tears are dangerous things to humans. While they have the potential to heal, they can kill just as easily. I should know. I’m the product of a dragon tear. At least I’m only partially dead. One can live with only half a heart.
