Title: One Last Lullaby
What: a story about Teddy, mostly
Why: because someone all but begged me to write a fic that "even implied Remus/Tonks" and prompted me with an excerpt from a Mamas/Papas song (The Great Storm is Over).
Rated: PG for death
Author's note: in all honesty, I imagine Tonks dying after Remus, not before. But I decided to play with the idea of Tonks dying first, just because it fit with the lyrics…Lyrics have been removed to comply with the site.
Disclaimer: I don't own JK Rowling's stuff. Nor do I own the Mamas/Papas lyrics.
Feedback: is always appreciated

The lantern on the roof was kept lit, a beacon in the night. A light that could be seen from a broom that surged toward that fatal battle. It was the least they could do, they thought, being too old to fight. So they risked their lives and limbs keeping it lit. They risked everything. They were one of many who'd agreed to light the way. From a broom they surely looked like stars. Shining from the ground.

They hadn't planned for a child in the house, so it was lucky, very lucky, that the special room had been completed before their half-mad daughter had thrust him into their arms.

"I love him too much," she choked out.

She Apparated before they could respond or protest.

The child was quiet and still. Slumbering.

He cried, wailed, as if he knew. But how could he know?

How could a baby, only a baby, know that at that very moment, his mother was crashing into the wall, sinking to the floor?

Why did he scream louder when her hair changed to the mousy brown she'd always hated, faded from brave fuschia and sticky with blood?

Until suddenly he stopped, eyes wide, chubby arm reaching for something over her shoulder.

But when she looked, there was nothing there.

Slowly went limp in her arms. It terrified her for a moment. Then she felt his little chest move. And she exhaled a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. And tried not to wake him with her own tears.

Her daughter was dead.

It was just a coincidence. That's all that it was. He couldn't have known.

It's odd the sorts of things you think as you die.

Like how she hadn't sung him his favorite lullaby.

That was what she wished for, before she closed her eyes.

One last lullaby.

It started again when his father died, and he could not be consoled.

That's when she stopped singing, and blew him a kiss. And then she faded. Into the air.

He had dreams about it that he didn't remember.

He cried himself sick.

With tears in her eyes, when she knew it was safe, she took aside a too-happy mediwitch.

Another drop of the sleeping potion would have risked death.

The sound of the voice was different, lower.

But the melody was the same.

He opened his eyes.