Unsaid
This is set in an alternate world, where Tonks died in the Battle of Hogwarts, and her husband, Remus Lupin, lived on with their son.
Story of Remus's struggle to carry on and his biggest regret. Will he over come his fears in order to raise his son? Or will he abandon his only child?

Unsaid: Chapter 1 – Dry.

Many people thought it strange that Remus Lupin didn't cry at his wife's funeral.

The truth was that he didn't think there as any liquid left in his body to cry out. He merely sat in the seat at the head of the group, staring mindlessly at her open casket. His son, Teddy gurgled in the seat next to him, but he paid no attention. Andromeda, eyes full of tears at her daughter's premature death, rocked Teddy slowly beside him.

Remus barely noticed Harry standing up, walking to the stage and giving a speech. It must have been very moving, Hermione had to leave and Bill Weasley was crying silently. He was so enveloped in his own thoughts, that he didn't notice Harry leave the stage and move to his side. Didn't notice Harry softly calling his name or shaking him gently. He only broke out of his thoughts when Teddy reached out and grabbed his finger, sending a shot of warmth though him. Remus turned his head to look at his son and smiled sadly as Teddy gazed back up at him, his hair bright, bubble-gum pink.

Harry tugged gently on his shoulder, encouraging him to stand. Remus look even more dishevelled than usual, and the dark purple under his eyes gave away the fact that he hadn't slept since it happened. Remus reached the stage. It was like his Everest. He worried slightly at having to climb the three stairs up onto the stage, as he wasn't sure his legs would carry him. Hesitating, he considered crawling up the stairs, but dismissed the thought, not wanting to look any more pathetic than he already did. He started the first step.

Everybody at the funeral seemed to hold their breath as they watched him climb the stairs. Molly Weasley could be heard sniffling and Arthur watched Remus, concerned at how faded he seemed.

Remus looked out at the faces of the people he knew. Standing next to Tonk's casket, he swayed gently and he held it for support. He suddenly had an odd image crop into his head; their wedding. Tonks understood his disdain at a large wedding, so she settled for a quiet arrangement. He laughed gently as he remembered her beaming smile and sparkling eyes. His eyes stung with the memory of her. He wished he could go back, give her the wedding she deserved. If he had known that would have been the only time they could have stood in front of all their friends, family... He stopped himself. He realised that everybody was still staring at him, waiting for him to talk. He must have looked quite mad. He took a breath. Everybody seemed shocked at how badly he was taking Tonk's death. This thought flashed in his mind. He was furious; how could people not understand how much she meant to him? How she was the one person who truly accepted and loved him just for WHO he was, not WHAT he was. He looked down and shook his head. Of course they didn't know. He had never confined in anybody, not where Tonks was concerned. It took all his remaining strength to glance at her, laid peacefully in her casket, still in the clothes she died in. Her hair; a light purple colour, was sprayed out around her head and her face was set into a serene smile. She looked quite beautiful, Remus understood this. She looked happy in death; she was with her father, cousin and her beloved mentor. What he couldn't quite get over was how still she was. Tonks was never stationary. Not even in sleep. Remus recalls many nights, watching her sleep, stunned at the fact she could sleep while tapping her foot, fingers or head. He smiled to himself gently. He looked up at the crowd.

"She's so still. It's... it's not right." His voice was hoarse and croaky. He could remember if he had said anything since it happened. His words had a great effect on the audience; everybody cried a fresh batch of tears. He gazed down at her.
"Please. Not my Dora.."