Fighter

Andromeda

Nymphadora Tonks was my daughter; she hated the name Nymphadora so she insisted to be called Tonks. She told me I was a fool to name her Nymphadora, but I would just smile at her and laugh… She didn't know the true reason I called her Nymphadora, her name meant gift from the nymphs… She was truly a gift, after my first pregnancy I was told I could have no other children from the damage that was caused… But a few years later I had Nymphadora… She was such a small baby but she was a fighter…

She was always a fighter… It isn't fair that the good ones died in this war… It isn't even good that the bad ones died, I have lost so many people in this war, but none of that can compare to what my daughter lost… She lost the chance to meet her son, to watch him grow up, and to watch him grow into the man I know she would have been proud to call her son. She lost all of that.

In addition, we lost something valuable as well; we lost the chance to see her and Remus start a family free of fear of dark forces. All of her life, she was in fear of Dark forces rising to power, when she graduated Hogwarts and told me she wanted to be an Auror… I was terrified! I didn't want to lose my daughter… A mother is not supposed to bury her daughter…

Nevertheless, I have too. I have to somehow say goodbye, because when she died I wasn't there. I was at home with her son praying that his mother and father would come home. Praying that every one that I loved and cared about would be okay. Nevertheless, that didn't happen. Harry came back instead, tears falling from his face, I knew as soon as I saw that boy that something bad had happened.

However, today isn't for denying death, or to be sad because she died, it's to celebrate her life. Dora wouldn't have wanted us to cry over her… She wouldn't want us to regret what had happened. She would want us to throw a party, get drunk on firewhiskey, and just celebrate her life. I know that everyone is sad that she died… Believe me, I am horrified, upset, and twenty other emotions, but I ask you… When the service is over, and my daughter has been buried, will you all please join me at the Burrow for a drink? I know it's what Dora would have wanted. Let us remember her death, semper.

Re-reading this and when I was writing this made me tear up a little, it's so sad. *Sob*. I know, I'm a softy. Anyway, this is written for the Favorite Genre Boot camp with the genre; eulogy and with the prompt; Semper.