Never fall in love with a Werewolf

Author's Note - Wow! Reviews! Excuse me whilst I shriek in delight, I've never written a Remus fic before, I've stuck to the kids for the past three years! Thank you all, again for the reviews, I get really giddy when I read them. I like reading them after reading parts of the OotP… Like Snape's Worst Memory, Remus makes me laugh in that one, LOL, but (I have literally just read it) and with a horrible chill and realisation, I realised three of them were dead… James, Lily and Sirius. Dead… It was really strange… It just seems so awfully tragic, and even more so, as we knew Sirius. But the fact they were so happy at Hogwarts, and mystery surrounds these years, so I'm hoping in Book Six, JKR lets us have more Marauding Flashbacks, or she'll be getting more angry letters then I bet she's getting now!! Oh! and my poor darling Remus… Anyhoo, to the story! And review, again please. I love you all! *mwah!*

Chapter Three - Burrowing for Solutions

Tonks thought it best not to go with Remus back to Grimmauld Place, but to go to her own home in south London, a few miles south from Grimmauld Place.

Tonks lolled her tired legs up the steps to her maisonette, her black silk robes dragging sluggishly behind her. She had two things on her mind; Remus and Sirius. Tonks glanced over at the front garden; a slope of green. It was wild, and overgrown. Various weeds, ferns and wild flowers had taken hold of the garden, each plant strangling another. The soft aroma of lavender reached Tonks's nostrils, she sighed, she couldn't count the number of times she plucked lavender stems for Sirius and Remus so the house didn't stench of rotting house-elves and musty walls…

Tonks looked around to make sure no one was coming out of the blue peeling door of number 335B, and tapped her wand on the handle of her own door, a pillar box red 335A. The door opened gently, and she stepped in, wiping her feet on the mat underneath her. Sighing softly, she took off her black leather jacket and hung it on the hook inside the pale yellow hallway. It was warmer in London, the blocks of flats and skyscrapers provided barriers from the wind. Tonks was grateful to be back in London, away from the bitter breezes of northern Scotland, she was also grateful for the opportunity to think before going back to work on Monday.

Tonks flipped her shoes off and hauled herself into the living room. Tonks sank into her pink sofa, she threw her head back onto the headrest to gaze at the yellowing ceiling. "Oh, what has Remus done to deserve this?" Tonks rubbed her eyes with exhaustion, and yawned. "What has he done?" Tonks suddenly felt so angry, she didn't know who she was angry at, she just knew she was raging with anger. Maybe she was angry with God, or whoever the higher being was. She didn't think it was fair on Remus Lupin, that he had to be a werewolf, and loose this three best friends, whether it was through death, or going over to the Dark Side… "Bastard…" She muttered, standing up abruptly. She was tempted to spit on the floor, but she'd just fitted the new plush, red carpet. Tonks, now agitated and restless started to pace around her living room, thinking about Remus, and how he must be feeling. She was tempted to go over to Grimmauld Place just so she could talk to him, just to see his face…

No. Came a firm voice in the back of her mind. No. You cannot see Remus. He needs time on his own, he'll need to grieve, you cant be there for him twenty-four seven! Tonks didn't know whether to listen to her conscience or not. She desperately wanted to see him, but she didn't quite know whether she wanted to see his face for own pleasure, or if she wanted to talk to Remus for his own sake.

But his face… It carried thirty-six years of suffering, grief, solitude and torture, and he still managed to smile, smile that whimsical smile… When Remus smiled, his eyes would sparkle and dance, and you couldn't help it, you'd have to smile back, almost grinning… Tonks opened her eyes and her stomach gave a funny lurch as she thought about his smile. She shook her head, attempting to get the thoughts about Remus out of her head. You cant, he's got to much on his mind. "Oh Remus, want to go for a drink tonight down the Leaky Cauldron? Why? Well I fancy the socks off you." It was just wrong, and absurd, stupid and just absurd. It was like a teenage crush on your Defence Against The Dark Arts Teacher. Remus was about thirteen years older then she was! He was much wiser, and wouldn't be interested in an eccentric twenty-three year old. Would he?

Sirius then bubbled to the surface of her mind. It wouldn't be fair on the memory of Sirius to move in on his best friend once they've all said their final goodbyes. It was just wrong. Nonetheless, Tonks just couldn't stop thinking about Remus now that she started. He was like a bookcase, waiting to be read, a poem waiting to be deciphered, a bear waiting to be hugged…

Tonks suddenly paused. She bent down and picked up a pink transparent dish, which was full of Floo Powder and sparkling blue Chinese marbles for decoration. She dipped her hand into the dish and seized a fistful of the powder. Walking over to the Victorian fireplace (which had been painted scarlet to suit Tonks's personality) and threw it in "THE BURROW!" She yelled, standing amongst the flames.

*

"Tonks!" Molly shrieked, dropping a mug of coffee on the floor. "W-what are you doing here?" Molly muttered a spell and the mug repaired itself. Tonks brushed some soot off her black robes and sat down at the Weasley Table.

"Sorry Molly." Tonks mumbled staring at her now pale hands. "I needed to talk to someone, anyone."

"It's OK Tonks dear. I'll just make sure everyone is outside or something. I'll be right back." And with that Molly bustled out of the kitchen. Tonks knew talking to someone would help, it was only a few weeks ago, she herself made Remus pour his heart out to make himself feel better. She didn't know whether Remus did feel better, but it had to be better then keeping all his emotions locked up inside of him…

Molly came back in frowning slightly, and brushing reddish brown curls out of her tired eyes. "You wanted to talk dear?" Molly asked, pouring coffee into two mugs, one white and chipped, the other yellow and cracked.

"Yeah, I did. It's not that urgent if you're busy-"

"Busy? Me, don't be silly Tonks. Arthur had to go back to work, straight away, more dodgy toilets, this time one in Greenwich, and one in Bond Street, terrible… So it's just me, the kids, Harry and Hermione. Harry's been awfully quiet, he's spent the rest of the day reading novels in Ron's room, Ron and Hermione have been chatting in the garden, Ginny's gone for a walk around the village with Fred and George. Market research they say. I just think they want to get away…" Molly said this all very fast, not quite looking Tonks in the eye. "So, Tonks dear, what's wrong? Is it Sirius?"

"Well, it's actually Remus…" Tonks stopped and took a sip of coffee, Molly knew how to make the best coffee in Britain; two sugars and a tad bit of milk.

"What about him? Are you worried about his state of mind, because I daresay, we all are."

"No, no, we've both talked about that, he'll be fine, I just know it, he has a fire inside him that won't stop burning, he wont give up now. He's so strong…" Tonks had some doubt regarding Remus's state of mind, however, she firmly believed that one day, his suffering would cease to end.

"I suppose he is," Molly sipped some coffee out of her yellow cup. "So, what's wrong then?"

"Well - I - I think… I think I have feelings for him…" Tonks hid behind her mug of coffee to try and hide her blushing, but Molly simply smiled.

"And that's a problem is it? I mean, I don't think he has a partner-"

"No, it's not that." Tonks then told Molly everything about what she had been thinking twenty minutes previously, Molly listened to every word she had to say, she didn't ask any questions until Tonks finished speaking. "And now, I'm just unsure of what to do…"

"And how long have you been feeling this?"

"Well," Tonks contemplated on this, she wasn't exactly sure, it had been a few days before Sirius died, she saw the both of them reconciling about their Marauding days, and she noticed his smile… "About a month ago I suppose."

"This is no school-girl crush Tonks, I seriously doubt that, you're older yourself. Follow your heart Tonks, not your mind, but your heart Tonks. That's what I've told everyone who has ever come to me for advice. Just follow your heart."