Author's Note: I was really looking forward to writing this chapter because it meant I got to write both Dumbledore AND Snape, which is always a fun challenge for me. Hopefully I captured their essences nicely.

Headmaster and Potions Master

After a short rest, Tonks quickly showered and dressed, taking special care to tuck Remus into bed after his surely excruciating transformation back. She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and made her way down the creaky stairs as quietly as she could. Once outside the house, she looked out at the gorgeous Saturday weather and turned on her heel, apparating just outside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Accio Dreamweaver!" Tonks shouted as she flicked her wand. A faint crack and wooshing sound could be heard from the distance. Argus Filch's old locks and chains were no match for the powerful spell, as the old broom sped from its confines and into the arms of its rightful owner.

Tonks took a minute to examine her broomstick – not a twig out of place, and the familiar loopy pink handwriting was still perfectly etched in the wood. "Tonks's Dreamweaver". She bit her lower lip in a smile and mounted the broom, then sent herself skyward. She took a moment to look over the surroundings, breathing in the fresh air and looking down upon the grounds she called home for seven years. Remembering her duty at hand, she gracefully slipped into an open window and was greeted by a familiar gargoyle.

"Password?"

"Oh bugger... umm... lemon drop?"

The gargoyle stood its grown, the permanent scowl carved onto its face almost mocking her.

"Fizzing whizbee? No... umm... acid pops?"

"Last chance, Miss Tonks," the raspy voice reminded her.

She finally groaned and stomped her foot. Frustrated, she closed her eyes and concentrated hard on that familiar face. Her spiky pink locks took on an ivory white color as her hair descended down her back. Hair also formed on her cheeks and chin, that too growing longer and longer until reaching her thighs.

She put her wand to her throat and muttered a spell as silently as possible, then turned to the gargoyle.

"Oh, hello Divinius," she said in a voice not her own. "I'm just returning from a rather unfortunate incident between Peeves and a group of second years. If you could please let me back in?"

The gargoyle nodded and retreated, revealing the winding stone staircase that led to the headmaster's office. Though he was expecting her, Dumbledore's attention shifted from his various instruments and papers to the door. "Please come in."

As the door opened, Albus Dumbledore came face to face with Albus Dumbledore. The true Dumbledore gave a haughty chuckle. "Ah, and I was afraid I was looking older and more frail!"

Tonks blushed as she quickly shook her head, dismissing the long white hair and beard, while changing her voice back to normal. "Sorry, Professor! I-"

"It is quite alright! I was expecting to go retrieve you, but when I heard Divinius grant you access, I figured you must have had something up your sleeve. Now... what brings you here on such a lovely Saturday?"

Tonks chose her next words carefully. "Professor... I was wondering... if you knew anybody that was capable of teaching me how to make Wolfsbane. Perhaps you yourself?"

"Ah, Miss Tonks... I see that you would still rather ingest several Blast Ended Skrewts than take another potions lesson with Professor Snape. Alas, I fear my dear friend Horace Slughorn has fallen off the grid, as it were, so he cannot be of service to you at this time. Therefore, it seems that the most qualified to teach you such a complex potion would indeed be Professor Snape."

Tonks wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Perhaps Professor Snape would be more willing to help you if you were to tell him your newly discovered affinity for potions brewing thanks to your Auror training?"

This forced a grin to form on her lips. "Yes, maybe something like that, then."

"May I ask why you have a desire to brew such a potion? Perhaps a familiar werewolf would like it brewed from someone who takes more of a liking to him?"

She was taken aback at the comment. "Uh... no, Professor. I can't imagine what you're talking about." She did her best, but the twinkling in her former headmaster's eyes showed that he could see right through it.

"Oh. Very well, then. I wish you luck in your journey to create such a difficult concoction, Miss Tonks!"

Her mutters and grumbles were only echoed by the cold stone walls of the Hogwarts dungeons. Though Snape had always said that the setting was perfect for the preservation of ingredients, she believed that it was because he was allergic to sunlight.

Another mutter of "Remus better not push me away after this" pushed itself down the hallway as she came to a halt at the door of the Potions Master. With a long sigh, she knocked on the big oak door.

The black hair was the first thing she noticed, and then the beady black eyes, followed quickly by the hooked nose. "Nymphadora..."

She cringed and curled her right hand into a fist at the sound of her first name.

"...I thought the torture was over when I was kind enough to give you an A on your OWL. Clearly you couldn't take that as a hint?"

Tonks gave a loud yawn at the droll sarcasm. "Look. I know you didn't care much for me in your potions class, and I'm not hesitant to admit that Potions wasn't my favorite class, but I'm here to offer you a barter."

Snape raised his eyebrows. "Oh really? And here I was thinking that you were here to merely torment me with your vomit-inducing pink hair. However, I don't have all day, Nymphadora, and small talk with someone who barely passed Auror training is not high on my to-do list, so you had best be out with it, girl."

Tonks sneered before taking a deep breath and looking into his beady eyes. "Fine. I'm offering you a way to get out of making the Wolfsbane potion for Remus Lupin every month."

Snape rolled his eyes. "I should have known that your taste in men would be as poor as your taste in hair colour. But what do you get out of this? Surely such a sweet blessing can't come without a price."

"Well... you'd have to teach me."

She could feel the scoff form on his face. "Yes, I'm not happy about it either, but Dumbledore said-"

"Dumbledore said I am the best to teach you, because I am. And such lessons would take time and energy and at least three full moons for someone to perfect... In fact, I would give you four, knowing your prior track record."

Tonks could only glare as the Potions Master carefully considered it. His fingers drummed against the door in contemplative thought.

Tonks finally spoke up. "Okay, fine then. I've wasted enough of your ti-"

"Oh, I will teach you, Nymphadora. I'm just trying to come up with proper payment for such training. I normally charge at least two hundred Galleons per session, but I know that neither you nor the werewolf have the means to pay that."

She groaned. "Whatever, you're right. I don't have that kind of money, but if I did, I'd pay it."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because maybe your black heart can't comprehend it, but maybe I do have some sort of feelings for him. And he's not 'the werewolf'. His name is Remus John Lupin."

Snape curled his lip into a smile. "Oh, of course. You forget that I saw his destructive nature first hand, barely able to get the children, which included the great Harry Potter you know, out of the way of his harm."

Tonks hissed in anger and spun around, intending to walk away.

"Next Saturday evening, I expect you in Potions Classroom Number One. You will have to find a proper athame to be able to brew a proper Wolfsbane. And no, you will not borrow mine, and you will not find any in the classroom. Such instruments should already have a bond with its chosen witch or wizard, much like their wands."

Tonks spun back around in disappointment. "But... where am I going to find one in a week? There's no way!"

"That's not my problem, Nymphadora. Either find one, or your lessons will be postponed indefinitely."

She growled to him. "Fine, I'll find one."

"Clearly."

She spun on her heel and walked back down the dungeon hallway. Snape's voice echoed back to her.

"And Nymphadora? Wear your hair down to your shoulders in a neutral color. Auburn, perhaps. I will not tolerate any radical hues during a private lesson."

She huffed as she walked away, then shouted. "It's TONKS!"

She heard Snape's door slam and proceeded back to the Hogwarts Apparition Point, sending herself back to number twelve. There waiting for her, with another gigantic chocolate bar and an even more gigantic grin, was Remus Lupin.

"So... how'd it go?"

"Oh, bloody hell. You got into whatever happy pills Sirius was on last night, didn't you?"

"Nope, just loooove chocolate! Just as much as you!"

He grabbed her by the arm and practically pulled her into the house and passionately kissed her lips. Tonks noted the chocolatey taste before pulling away.

"Um... Remus?"

"Yes, love love love love love?"

"How much... chocolate have you had?"

"Oh, only about seven or eight, maybe eight, yeah probably eight. Eight of Honeyduke's Finest!"

She rolled her eyes and thought – Well, I guess that's one way to ensure a speedy recovery from a full moon.

Tonks led Remus into the study and pushed him down into a chair. He was sure to crash from all that sugar soon, and now at least he could pass out someplace comfortable. She drew a chair close to him and picked up a random book from the shelf.

"Jane Eyre? Fine, whatever. Calm DOWN, wolfy boy! Jeez, you're going to be the death of me."

Postscript: Yes, I thought that Remus Lupin WOULD be one of those guys that would consume enough chocolate until he was bouncing off the walls. He was a Marauder after all. I chose Jane Eyre because meh, I figure it'd be something Tonks would like, but probably wouldn't have the attention span to finish.

For those of you who don't know, an athame is a ceremonial double edged dagger used in the Wiccan religion. I think that because it's a special potion that needs to have a personal touch, a custom ceremonial dagger would be necessary.

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