Despite the musty smell and the nagging feeling that a spider might be crawling on me, I knew this was the best sleep I ever had.

But alas, I knew I had to get up to meet Remus.

I rolled over onto my back and stretched. I opened my eyes saw light coming into my room from the hallway. I specifically remembered Sirius closing the door last night. I then looked up and saw a tired Hannah standing by my bed. Her eyes were tired and weak.

"Hannah?" I asked. I looked down to see she was holding something. . . A meat cleaver. "Whoa! Whoa! Hannah! What are you doing?" I scooted up away from her and the knife.

"You're awake already. . . Then I've failed," Hannah said weakly. She turned from me and slinked out of the room. I sat grasping my covers in fear as she left the room.

*What. . . The. . . Hell?*

"Hannah? What are you doing?" I heard Harry ask.

"Oh. . . It was a frying pan a minute," she replied.

"Oi! Stop swinging it everywhere Hannah! Stop it!" Harry said. "Take that thing downstairs." Harry appeared at my door. "Are you alright?"

"Why was your sister holding a knife over me, Harry?" I asked.

"She was a bit disorientated," he replied. "Sorry for the scare."

"Right," I said. Harry walked out closing the door behind him.

I showered and dressed, forgetting about the incident and headed downstairs. Today I decided to go with brown hair. It suited me rather well, I thought. Besides, that was the color my land lord, Jimmy, a muggle, thought it was.

I stepped into the kitchen, everyone sat eating breakfast.

"Hey, Tonks. Have some orange juice," Hannah said handing me a glass.

"Thanks, Hannah," I said.

"Yeah. . . About this morning. . . I was completely-."

"Out of touch with reality," I said. "It's cool."

Hannah nodded as I sat down.

Fred bounded into the kitchen with George closely behind. "Hey, mum, has dad left yet?"

"No. He's just upstairs. Why?" Molly asked.

"I wanted him to send this letter for me," Fred said.

"Who's it for?" she asked suspiciously.

"Er. . . Well, you know. . . A friend," Fred chuckled.

"It's for Emily, mum," George said.

"Oh, that delightful girl you're dating," Molly said.

"Yes, yes, yes. Can you just have him send it?" Fred asked, annoyed and turned a bright shade of red.

"Awe, Fred misses Emily," Ginny said.

"Shut up, Gin," Fred said.

"Emily's a decent enough girl. No shame in being absolutely whipped over a girl like her," George said.

"I am not whipped," Fred said.

"Oh but you are," Hannah said. "Since when did you ever write letters to your girlfriends? And since when would you ever go through so much trouble just to get her that letter?"

"Awe, my, Fred's in love," Molly cooed.

"Mum!" Fred said sitting down at the table.

Molly sat me down a plate of bacon and eggs. "Thank you, Molly."

I started to eat as everyone went into their own side conversations.

Just as I finished breakfast, Remus came downstairs.

"Remus. You're late," I said.

"Sorry. I overslept," he said.

"Shame on you," I said. "Are you ready to go?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Where are you two headed?" Molly asked.

"To clean my flat!" I cheered.

"Have fun with that project," Hannah said getting up from the table.

"What are you going to do today?" I asked.

Hannah shrugged. "Harass Sirius. General mischief, tomfoolery, and shenanigans. I may even read a book or two."

"Sounds like you've got a full day ahead of you," Remus said.

"For sure," she said. "Harry, you wanna watch me shave off half of Sirius' mustache?"

"Sure I've got nothing better to do," Harry said. "You wanna take pictures?"

"Yeah and then Ginny and I can put stickers and glitter all over his face," Hermione said.

The group headed upstairs to inflict what I could only assume was the worst kind of torture on a man like Sirius who took great pride in his looks.

"Poor, Sirius," Molly said.

Remus and I walked outside. It was a bit chilly, as I had expected this morning and I'd dressed accordingly.

"Nice weather we're having," I said.

"If you like it chilly," Remus said.

"Now hug me," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"My flat is not in walking distance of this house and I'm not taking the Knight Bus. Stan Shunpike is always 'looking at me' if you catch my drift," I said. "He's got that 'Oh my god I wanna rip your skin, turn it into pajamas and wear it' look in his eyes."

"Can't say I've ever gotten that look," Remus said.

"Not while you were looking, but I'm sure many a girl has wanted to make pajamas of you," I said. I tossed my arms around him and concentrated hard.

Not a moment later we were standing inside my flat. I released him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you smell really good?" I asked.

"Er. . . I don't think so," Remus said confusedly.

"Well you do," I said.

"Uh. . . Thank you I think," he said.

"Anyway, welcome to my humble abode," I said switching on the light. "It's a bit small and ugly looking but I like it all the same."

"It's got a very homey feel to it. . . Except for the walls," Remus said.

"There is nothing wrong with purple and green," I said. Remus shook his head. "Hey, if you're going to make fun of my flat then you can go back to Grimmauld and be the subject of Hannah's cruel and unusual methods of entertainment."

"Alright. I'll keep my thoughts to myself," Remus said.

"Good idea," I said. "Now where to begin?"

"It's not as horrible as I predicted it to be," he said.

"Do I come off as a messy person?" I asked.

"You want me to answer that question honestly?" he asked perusing the apartment.

I chuckled. "I wish I could blame some of this mess on Bill but I can't."

"I told you, it doesn't look awful, just lived in like you said," he said.

"You have no idea how good that makes me feel inside," I said.

"Oh, wow," he said.

"What 'tis it?" I asked.

Remus lifted a tiny purple unicorn from my mantel.

"Oh, Yuna the Unicorn," I said. "What of her?"

"Do you remember how you happened upon this?" he asked.

"Uh, no. I was a very little kid," I said.

"You won't believe this," he said, "but I gave this to you."

"No way," I said walking over to him. "Did you really?"

"You were four. It was your birthday. Sirius insisted that I get you something. I remember," he said.

"Wow," I said. "Yuna saw me through all seven years of Hogwarts and my auror exams. This little plastic unicorn has been with me through it all."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes. I know you probably think it's rather immature that I've kept it but it meant a lot to me," I said.

"I don't think it's childish," he said. "It's like a small, inconspicuous security blanket."

"Do you have a security blanket?" I asked. Remus shook his head. I frowned at him. "Then how exactly can you justify this?"

"Because I gave it to you," Remus said.

"But if you hadn't then-."

"I would laugh at you," he said.

"Thank you, Remus. You're a true friend," I said. I walked over at sat the unicorn back on mantel. I looked down at the entertainment center beneath and spotted a movie I hadn't known we had. "Nightmare on Elm Street."

"The horror movie?" Remus asked.

"You've seen it?" I asked him pulling it off my shelf.

"No, but I've heard of it," he said.

"We should watch it," I suggested.

"Aren't we supposed to be cleaning?" he asked.

"We've got all day to clean. This movie is only an hour and a half long or so," I said. "It'll be fun. I can make popcorn and you can make fun of me for screaming like a little girl. I scare easily."

"You're an auror and you scare easily?" he asked.

"Yes, and I'm also clumsy, but I'm a damn good auror," I said. "And for that comment, you have to watch it with me."

"Again, I ask, aren't we supposed to be cleaning?" he asked.

"We'll clean eventually, I'm just really good at procrastinating," I said.