Within the hour, they had things more under control. Remus was asleep upstairs, covered in a potent smelling green medicine and bandages, cleaned up and drugged and asleep. With Draco helping, she saw to her son, rocking him slowly with her eyes closed until they both calmed. By the end of it all, Tonks was sitting in the kitchen, looking exhausted to her core.

The tea sat untouched, Tonks looked haunted. "...now you know how bad it gets," she said quietly. "The things werewolves have to go through every moon, and yet wizards still treat them so badly."