A Werewolf's Prophecy

Author's note: My take on the story of Remus/Tonks with the hopes of explaining their behavior throughout part of OotP and HBP, eventually including Tonk's uncontrolled outburst in the hospital wing. Told mostly through Remus's POV, with snippets from Remus in the first person. This is my first fanfic of any kind, although I've been reading them for a while and thinking of this story for quite some time. Therefore reviews are greatly appreciated as I figure out my best writing style.

Disclaimer: If I owned anything Harry Potter than the titles of the books would be more like Remus Lupin and Pink-Haired Siren, but alas, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Prologue:

Remus Lupin sat in the middle of the room surrounded by piles of books, some dusty, many torn. The sound of rain pelting the roof and windows oddly comforted him as he went about his task. He reached into the cardboard box in front of him and pulled out a thin, brown, leather-bound volume. He mouth open in surprise and then formed a smile of remembrance as he ran his hand over the front, feeling the small bumps of leather that had once been so familiar to him. As he placed the object in his lap his graying, brown hair fell into his eyes and he slowly opened the book he was holding. "How could I have forgotten…" he thought as he flipped through the pages carefully, stopping at several to admired some of the animated images that caught his eye. One in particular made him stop his perusal and the playful smile that had lightened his face suddenly turned into a thin frown. He gazed at the black and white sketch for some time; his fingers tracing the face of the one he looked upon. This face mimicked the one Remus now held; only it looked more somber and lost. The girl in the drawing was not moving, unlike the rest of images trapped within the pages, she was merely looking forward, her mouth open slightly, her eyes hinting at the tears that had been shed. Remus absentmindedly looked up and out the window at the blurred image of a Black Elder through the rain streaked glass. "To think, a man who prided himself on his intellect could have been so blind," he murmured to himself in a half-whisper. He returned his gaze back to the article in his hand and flipped the pages back to the beginning. A broad smile returned to his face as he read what was written in a familiar hand in black ink on the corner of the inside cover, "The Clever Ramblings, Indecent Conjectures, and Mediocre Drawings of Remus J. Lupin. -I know you'll put it to good use Moony, whatever the hell else have you got to do? Sirius."