Tonks hadn't even realized that it was a full moon that night, not until the morning when Sirius stumbled down stairs having spent the night with his werewolf best friend. It probably wouldn't have had that much affect on her life, except she volunteered to help patch Remus up and ended up leaning more about the man than she bargained for.

The twelve places where Katniss and Peeta weren't raised.

"He needs to hurt something. Himself. Drown the pain. Stupid bloody masochist," James closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Sirius ran a hand over his tired face. A masochist was exactly what Remus was. Twisted. Maimed. And they couldn't fix it.

If another person tells him who he is really supposed to be, he might tear his own ears off. post-Mockingjay.

Five letters Minerva McGonagall sent regarding Remus Lupin. One-shot.

It is the color of sparkles fixed in white frosting; it is the color of Nymphadora Tonks's hair; and it is the color of Remus Lupin's blood diluted by the bathwater.

Minerva watches the Marauders change after the prank.