Chapter 2

After lunch, Tonks volunteered to show him to his new quarters. As they walked through the castle, levitating his trunks behind them, he caught himself sneaking glances at the girl walking beside him. "How have you been Nymphadora?" he asked, trying to drag his attention away from her shocking pink, spiked hair and her pretty face.

"It's Tonks, Remus. And I am doing quite well," she told him, stopping one portrait down from the fat lady that had protected the Gryffindor common room since he had come here as a boy.

"Um, Tonks. We have to be in the wrong place," he told her, staring at her profile. "This is the quarters of the Gryffindor head of house."

She smiled at him and turned to the portrait of Godric Gryffindor, "Marauder," she said, and the painting swung open, revealing a beautifully appointed sitting room. "No Remus, we are in the right place. You are the new head of the Gryffindor house," she squealed, heading into the sitting room.

She took three steps and tripped over a small stool, sending herself flying into a bookshelf. Remus sprinted into the room, and over to where she was laying. "Nymph-Tonks, are you alright?" he asked, gently lifting her from the floor.

"Quite alright," she told him. "I had to beg everyone to keep quiet, I wanted to be the one to tell you," the words poured out of her mouth. Remus caught him self-staring at her small pink mouth, and had to shake himself. "Harry made the password, Ginny and I decorated the sitting room, but she wouldn't let me pick the colors. The house elves brought your bed form Harrys. Hermione designed the room for you to spend the full moon in, and your bedroom fireplace is connected to the floo network. Hermione insisted, so that she would be able to provide you with Wolfsbane potion. She thinks that she and Ginny are really close to finding a permanent solution," she continued, barely stopping to catch a breath.

"Tonks, slow down," he told her, leading her to the large overstuffed sofa. "Sit down," he said, lowering himself to the comfortable piece of furniture.

She flopped down next to him, "So, do you like it?" she asked, searching his face for a sign that he loved or hated the room.

He looked around the sitting room, noticing the large desk, comfortable chairs and lovely rugs scattered around the room. "It's very nice, but how am I head of house? Minerva is head of house," he looked bewildered.

Tonks smiled at him, "Well, Minerva is going to be headmistress, so she can't be head of house. They know that there is very little that will get past you, you were a Gryffindor when you were in school, a prefect, and according to most of the students that you taught in your year here, the best teacher they ever had," she told him.

"But I can't be head of house. I'm a werewolf. Who's going to do it during the full moon?" he asked, looking around the room. He saw pictures on every surface, pictures of Sirius, James, Peter, and himself, pictures of Harry and Ron's weddings, pictures from birthdays and Christmases. Everywhere he looked, the people he considered family were waving and smiling at hem.

"Remus," she whined at him. "You are the perfect person for this job, and during the full moon, I will act as head of house," she jumped up and smiled at him. "Let me give you the tour," she grabbed his hand and pulled. He got up from the sofa, and allowed her to drag him around his new quarters. "This door is your bathroom, and over here is your bedroom, over there is the door to your guest room," she rattled on, pulling him into his bedroom. "Your closet, and this door," she stopped and opened it, "Is where Hermione fixed you a place for during the full moon." He stepped inside the room was soft. Everything had some kind of padding on it. He could throw himself against the walls for hours and not hurt himself at all. "There are charms and wards on the doors and windows. Hermione has them set up so that they 'come on' at moonrise during the full moon," she said, walking around the large room. "She put this padding in my quarters, since I'm so clumsy," she laughed and looked over at him. 'Living with Harry these past few years has been great for him,' she thought to herself, looking at him, 'he's even cuter now than he was six years ago.' She shook her head, trying to stop her current train of thought. "I'm going to leave you to get settled in, Remus. I'll see you at dinner," she said as she turned and walked out of the room, headed for the portrait that lead back to the hallway.

Remus was in shock; he was head of Gryffindor house. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione knew about it, how had they managed to keep it a secret. He walked out of the padded room and into his bedroom. He sat down on his bed, and let his mind wander; it wandered right to Nymphadora Tonks. 'I didn't think that it was possible for her to be any more beautiful,' he thought to himself. He had avoided her for the past year, his feelings for her still hadn't changed, "I'm still in love with her," he said to the room. He walked over to the fireplace, "Incendio," he said, waving his wand. Flames rose in the fireplace, he took a jar form the mantelpiece and threw a pinch of the floo powder into the flames. "Harry Potter," he shouted, sticking his head into the green flames.

"Remus," Harry said, turning toward the fireplace in his kitchen. "Settling in alright?" he asked.