"Oh, hey, Harry!" Remus Lupin greeted as he opened his front door. "Come in, may I ask why you came?"
"Just felt like stopping by." Harry replied, stomach uncomfortably churning with the guilt of what he had to do. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine." Remus replied fully opening the door. "Just a bit unexpected is all. 'Dora, Harry came over!"
"Hey Harry!" Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin called from around the corner of the kitchen. "I was just making dinner, would you like some?"
"If it's not too much trouble of course," Harry said, making sure his right sleeve was covering his Dark Mark.
"It's not much trouble at all," Tonks assured. "Let's see.... Duplico! Hope you're hungry, it's ready!"
Harry made his way into the kitchen, and welcomed the sweet smell of freshly cooked lasange. (AN: I know that's not spelled right.) Then, realizing what he was smelling, he laughed.
"Since when do you cook italian, Tonks?" He grinned, sitting down at the small kitchen table. "Heck, since when do you cook very well at all?"
"Hey!" Tonks opposed, levitating the lasagne over to the table. " I think I'm pretty good at cooking. Not so good at italian, but I'm practicing. Let's eat!"
Harry picked up his fork and started chopping little peices off of the pasta, barely eating any. He could feel Remus' and Tonks' gazes upon him, and decided it was time to perform the task he regretted.
He slid his wand to his hand, and softly whispered, " Avada Kadavra. " Harry then looked up to the sight of Tonks slumped over her plate, and Remus with a frantic look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Remus," Harry regretfully said. " Avada Kadavra. "
Remus then colapsed upon the floor, dead, beside his wife.