A/n: I am having so much fun writing this. For later chapters, I have conducted lots of research of aquatic cryptids. It was great fun, but now I figure I should introduce Tonks' house.

Anyways, thanks reviewers!

Two


The Glass House

The lighthouse was placed on the middle of a giant, barnacle encrusted rock. The lighthouse had many windows in its placid white face, and it seemed very well kept. The door, he noticed, was bright red and old fashioned.

As the sun blazed overhead, looked out over the quay. "I thought you lived underwater, Tonks," he said, following her up to the lighthouse.

"I do," Tonks said. She stepped around a small tide pool. Her hair was now its usual short, spiky, and pink. She opened the red door and led him inside.

"That's upstairs," she said, pointed to the spiral stairwell that twisted along the tower's interior. "No one lives in the lighthouse except the owls." Then she pointed to the dark hole at the foot the stairwell. "And that's where I live. This way."

Remus pulled out his wand and uttered, "Lumos."

He followed Tonks down a flight of wet stairs. It was very dark, the stairs were very steep, and the air was wet and cold. He expected that Tonks would trip over her own robes, she did fumble a bit, but she remained upright nonetheless.

It was a long ways down before Remus could see a faint pink light at the end of the darkness. As he came closer, he realized the light was coming from the rows of little pink lights lining the ceiling. The lighting was defiantly Tonks-ish.

There was also a window to his right that allowed him to see out into the big blue. On the side of the giant, rocky hillside, which stood under the lighthouse above, Remus caught a glimpse of what he thought looked like a dozen streetlights. The unlit lamps littered the marine hillside.

Looking through the window reminded Remus of a childhood visit to the Aquarium of Magically Aquatic Things.

Tonks was suddenly at his side. She pointed to the deep chasm below. "A few years ago," she said, "a Muggle ship sank to the bottom way down there. Marsha and I had just moved in." She shook her head. "Bloody thing gave me the biggest scare of my life."

Remus looked at her quizzically. "Why do you live down here?"

A smile crossed Tonks' lips. "I'm pretty unconventional, Remus. I try to think outside of the fishbowl most times, and occasionally I'll take a swim out there too. But this is the most unconventional lifestyle I could think of. Farthest from the fishbowl I could get." She looked at him. "I am speaking metaphorically, of course."

"I know that." Remus wouldn't have been surprised if Tonks' front door sang when opened.

"Well, come on. It's not far."

Tonks' front door was very much like the door on the lighthouse. It was bright red and old fashioned, but instead of wood, it was made of a very pretty cherry red glass.

Tonks cranked the old door handle and a very cheery voice suddenly burst into song, "Hel-loo-oo!"

Tonks beamed. "Isn't that wonderful?" she asked, obviously delighted by the melodious greeting.

Remus smiled in acknowledgement and stepped through the door. When Remus thought it wouldn't be too surprising if Tonks' doors sang, he hadn't actually expected the front door to sing.

It chorused, "Well-come ho-me!" when Tonks closed the door.

"Well, this it," Tonks said. "A bit too clean, I think."

Clean, yes, Tonks' house was unusually clean, but abstract was the best single word suited to describe the house.

The walls of the front room, which contained the dinning area and sitting room, were slanted into a large triangle. However, they were not made of wood, brick, concrete, stone, or any other normal substance used for building walls.

The walls were constructed purely out of glass, as were the floors. Actually, the entire house was made of dyed glass. It was specially designed so that you could see the watery world surrounding the house, and what was floating around in it. Being under water dimmed the atmosphere a little, but it was greatly made up by the many lights.

"I had to color the glass," Tonks said, indicating towards the purple walls. "When you have see-through walls, you tend to run into them a lot, and usually that means coming to work with lots of bruises. Come on, I'll show you the rest of the house."

As Tonks gave him the tour of her very large, very strange home, Remus was reminded of the Muggle artist, Picasso. Each room in Tonk's house was stacked upon one another, in no particular order, and stuck out of the side of the rocky hill. No one room was alike, in shape, size or color.

"Marsha's the reason this place is so clean," Tonks said, leading him up flight of see-through stairs. "She's a clean freak, where as I… am truly not dirt-free compatible. But oh well. No use mulling over things you're not…"

She was rambling on a bit when Remus stopped to look at something squished under a stair. Its mushy, white flesh and sticky tentacles were smashed up against the glass. It looked rather disgusting.

"An octopus," Tonks said, "but it's the luscas you have to watch out for. They're known to eat unsuspecting divers, a lot like the giant eels if you ask me."

"I haven't seen any eels, Tonks," Remus pointed out.

"That's because it's not dark yet," Tonks said. "Things liven up real quick once the sun disappears. Ah! Here we are." She stopped at a room off to the side in the middle of the stairwell.

"Good Ev-en-ing!" sang the door in a softer voice.

"I just love how the doors sing," Tonks said, showing him into a small square-shaped bedroom with walls of dark blue. There was a comfy looking bed, a dresser, and little green lights lit the room.

"You can stay here," she said. "The bathroom is up the stairs away. Just a bit of a warning though, I wouldn't take a bath. The kitchen is right below, and um…well, just don't take a bath, all right?"

Remus wasn't sure of an appropriate reaction to such an inappropriate statement, so he just settled for an embarrassed smile, a slight nod, and said, "I'll be sure to remember that." He also made a mental note to make sure the toilet wasn't made of glass as well.