For Cuba.

Written for the drabble request thread at the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum.


"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."

The church is cold, the electric lights too harsh, the press of people mostly too preoccupied with the business of Christmas to heed the truth of the words they hear.

But Tonks finds them comforting. Familiar and warming, like an old sweater, or your own bed at night. Church at Christmas was a Muggle tradition that her father never abandoned, and it was part of her childhood. She feels closer to him here. She has heard the words of the Christmas Gospel so many times that they seem a part of her, and the comfort of hope in them warms her despite the cold and the reality of war.

Remus lets the words wash over him, not taking them in. They are only words. But the pale light of Christmas morning shines through the stained glass, painting the congregation in blues and greens and flaming reds, and somehow the colours warm him and give him hope despite himself.

Tonks gasps as she feels an unfamiliar fluttering in her belly – their trust for the future making his presence known. She turns her face up to her husband's, her eyes alight with excitement and hope.

He does not know what has made her look this way, but a spark lights in his own heart as he returns her smile, more warmly and honestly than for weeks.

A/N The Bible verse is John 1.5, from the New International Version. The reading from John chapter 1, beginning "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God..." is sometimes referred to as the "Christmas Gospel".

And I have no idea why I'm writing Christmas stories in August!