good confusing but who is the man ?

I know that song... *creepy music* And now I've got it stuck in my head, and whenever I try to get it out the only things I can come up with to replace it with are other Blackmore's Night songs. Ruins the mood, that.

Very beautiful fic. Your writing is so intricate, so intense that it draws you in and won't let you go until you've reached the end. Very nice. I'm glad the situation seemed more hopeful towards the end, though. The way you described their relationship was almost physically painful.

Yay, it's working out.
Even though it's slow and fraught.
It's reallyintersting reading the format, without dialogue, just the italics. It gives it a different feel. Like you're wading through someone's memories. Very nice.

Your writing is oh so poetic is just grabs something deep in me and wrenches it back and forth, leaving me with this bittersweet warmth.
Bravo on yet another beautiful piece.

It's lovely.

... yes, logged in under the shiny new emo plus alfa Sue account.

Absolutely fabulous, dear.

Your Tonks is so rich, pure, everything, and yet I want to give her a smack, and for her to stop waiting for the romance to happen. That's what makes your writing so true to real life and such a great read because it's different than the usual stuff and is so wonderfully well written. Really, you should make a career out of it.

Your Remus is utterly pathetic, and for some reason that's why I love coming back and reading him, because you make him less than perfect, which is more easy to relate to. He's miles away in the other direction from my vision, but that doesn't mean I can't love him (and hate him, and then love him again).

I love the abrupt ending on this. I can see why it might seem kinda weak, etc, but I like how you don't prepare the reader for an ending. Your writing is so good, you don't need a fab ending to sum it up. And I'm not going to say you should continue this, because I think by itself it was perfect.

this is definitely one of my favorite's of yours.

mucada

ps/ Love Bob Dylan.

Oh damn, this is so good. Angstier stuff than I usually read, I have to admit, but the line about Mundungus offering to steal the crown jewels was a good mood-lightening touch.

And a nice little "screw you" to the "OMG she can't be a strong female character AND worried sick about the guy she loves" crowd.

Like you could write anything flame-worthy.

It must be very strange that I find your desperate, lovesick Tonks wonderful, because I do. I often wanted to yell at her, not for being ridiculously romanticized (as it is in most stories) but for being so human, which is a much better thing to be yelled at for. I really liked the bit about the birds, and the later on when she was so panicked about them waking up Remus.

Your trilogy reminds me the Matrix, and not just because it's a trilogy. It's a bit dank, a little lonely and has an unpleasant aftertaste. But then you find out it's reality, and it holds its own against the aesthetically pleasing fabricated world. I hope you know what I'm talking about, and also that it's a good thing.

Anywho, done babbling. Really enjoyed this trilogy, so please write more!

This may be my favorite of your stories. A very good description of grief and loss. Also of human comfort of the kind that only one's other half can give.

You've done it again, Gun. You've torn their guts right out and spilled them out on the screen for all to see. Hats off.

hi.
not your most fantastic ending. i'm quite adverse to songs being used in stories, unless it's funny. otherwise it's not too bad, especially stuff like the birds singing and it's really starting to grate against the mode of the piece and you have her shut the window and it's like ahh, release of tension, back to where we were.
of course you'll insert yourself, you're the one writing. everyone does it. it's when you form a character to be a medium between yourself and the "real" characters that i flame you as a mary sue-author.
other uno problemo: there was a bit of a monologue in the middle about their relationship and how it is now. a tad long. it's not that it's bad, it's just that it turns into a summary and that's not good in the last chapter. v jane austen.
the one grammatical error may have been on purpose. "and the books are stacked neatly against the walls"; are is present, everything else is past. don't know if you wanted that.
as a whole the trilogy was good, i'll have to read it front to back to know for sure but i definitely liked at least one of them (first or second, can't remember which now). i'm impressed at how you blended it with hb-p, you keep doing that and it always startles me in a good way.

i didnt think that was mary-sueish in the slightest, it seemed very fitting.

im a sucker for a good songfic

O.o
That's so sad. Your writing is very very good! really!
you're talented. Sorry, my english is bad, I'm german...
please forgive for my bad gramma ;)
back to your story:
it was so deeply sad, I got goosebumps when I read it!
really, it's awesome!
keep writing storys, you're very good at it!
greetZ
Pia

That was so sad and heartbreaking and realistic, but that is what makes this story so incredibly gorgeous. The three stories of this series all flow together so well - so wonderful. This one is definitely my favorite. Good job :)

aw that was so Sweet...I loved all the desciption you put into that...I'll probably end up reading the others in the trilogy because if this anything to go by I'm sure the others are just as good!