"Avada Kedavera!" Green light hit Tonks in the chest. That fast. Painless and quicker than falling asleep.

She woke up in a pure white train station. It looked almost like King's Cross. She was dead. Her own cousin had finally killed her. Bellatrix Lestrange.

What if the Dark Lord won? What would happen to all of them? "Dora!" She whipped around. "Remus!" They ran into each other's arms.

"We're dead," Tonks whispered. "Yes, I believe we are." "Teddy, Harry, my mother, the Weasley's..." She trailed off. "They'll be fine, and we'll be able to see Lily, James, and Sirius-" "And my dad!" Tonks said cheerfully. "Oh, no, Severus, is going to be there!" she exclaimed with mock terror. Remus smiled.

Everyone would be waiting for them. "I guess we'll have to catch a train first," he remarked. A whistle blew as the train pulled into the station. "Well, there it is." Tonks beamed at Remus. She felt as giddy as a first year.

Tonks and Remus held hands as they boarded the train car. Death wasn't the end. Death was the beginning. After all, it is the next great adventure...