Epilogue

The moon is enormous; its clear light pours down on her and wraps her in cool silver. She feels shivers of sheer ecstasy vibrate through her flesh - but suddenly her howling joy turns to a breathless scream at the warm, insistent touch of human hands. The fallacious protection of fur and sharp teeth is lost, and she is naked and painfully vulnerable.

She trashes wildly, giving helpless noises of panic… but there is a voice, speaking to her with deep, unerring love… tender fingers, slowly stroking her shoulders, her neck and face.

She opens her eyes.

"Remus…?"

FIN

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A few remarks:

The books say that Tonks "seems" to be confined to human form, but I could find no proof that this is a real fact. This gave me, of course, the ability to play. And after having finished book 7, I can now state with a mixture of relief and melancholy that Mrs Rowling granted me the satisfaction to stay unrefuted. (And no, I don't know if Tonks is anywhere related to Lady Aurora and Lady Araminta Bloom. Nice thought, btw.)

No, I have no idea about the ingredients for the wolfsbane potion (aside from the aconite, and blame the claw of the Macedonian harpy to my twisted imagination, right?). I have also no idea if Damocles Belby ever wrote a book about it or how it is brewed, and I had to come up with at least part of the procedure on my own. It must be very difficult, though, for the book says that no teacher but Snape could brew it at all.

Oh - and one more thing: This is the tale with nearly the most hits on this site among my tales that are posted here (which should mean that you find it - at least - interesting). I would like to see your opinion. I don't make any money with this (and J.K. Rowling deserves every single pound and penny for creating this marvelous universe), but your reviews are my reward. Tell me what you think!