Title: Obsessions With Werewolves
Author: LupinLovesTonks
Rating: PG13 - R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and It's Characters are all a trademark for J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This is a non-profit work of fiction based upon the characters created by the lovely J.K..

Story Summary: Nymphadora Tonks never had it easy... Her name alone gauranteed that. Not to mention she had a keen fixation with werewolves... And meeting Remus Lupin was simply the icing on her cake.

Pairing: Remus/Tonks

Chapter One - The Order
Summary: Tonks starts as a member of The Order.

Tonks took a few steps back to admire the framed list Remus had given her a week earlier. It looked so perfect surrounded by the several pictures of wolves on her wall. She had been so amazed by the gift that she didn't want to even think about reading the names on it until after she had it safely displayed. A few of the "A"s she recognized from the list she had stolen at work several times, but there were also a few that were no longer on the list... Probably because old age had finally caught up to them or a werewolf hunter had caught them. Some of the ages listed beside the names were not even ten, some were well aged elders...

This list had several "B"s, whereas the one at work only had two. Only one of the names on the list at work was listed on the 1975 registery. She was in awe and amazed as she scanned through the list. "Lupin...?" she narrowed her eyes and looked closely at the small print on the parchment. "Remus J. Lupin... 14... heh Wonder if he's any relation to the Remus Lupin I know..."

She thought a moment and did the math in her head. No, it couldn't have been the Remus she knew... He looked much to old to have only been in his teens in 1975... He'd had to at least been almost twenty or so... At least he looked old enough to have been in his twenties with the streaks of gray in his hair and the age that poured from his demeanor.

She backed up a little more to admire her handiwork from afar. A loud crack made her turn around just in time to narrowly miss backing up over the back of her sofa. However, Remus apparating into her flat led to her feet wanting to move one way whilst her body wanted to move another, making her trip over a magazine rack. Remus caught her half way down to the floor.

Tonks gave a faint smile as she looked up at him. "Thanks... I'm a bit of a clutz so... I fall rather often..." Remus slowly leaned up straight, taking her with him. He was looking down at her for a moment, a slight smile on his face, before he delicately slid his hands from around her and shoved them into his pockets. "Thanks... I've been rearranging my pictures all day to fit The Registry in... So, I just need to go change right quickly and fix my hair... and I'll be ready to go..."

Remus gave a slight nod and she slipped off to get behind the little screen she'd bought to change clothes behind. She quickly changed into a pair of jeans with stategically placed rips in them and a bright yellow top. Looking in the mirror she studying her hairdo and squished her face up as she rearranged the structure of her face and the concentrated on giving herself a pale complextion with light freckles scattered over her nose and cheekbones.

She checked the results and smiled with satisfaction... She shook her head and it went into a spikey dark purple military cut of sorts. "Perfect," she grinned and walked back out from behind her divider. "I'm ready..."

Remus looked at her blankly for a moment then closed his eyes and shook his head before looking at her again. "Metamorphmagi?" he asked.

"Yeah, How'd you guess?" she joked, tripping slightly over some clothes she'd left in her floor. When she recovered she could tell Remus was fighting to hide an amused expression. "Where do we apparate to?"

"I can't exactly tell you just yet... We're walking... It's not that far from here. And it's a lovely day... It'd be a shame to waste it anyways."

Remus offered his arm and Tonks bowed deeply before hooking her hand in the bend of his elbow. She noticed how the smile he now had plastered on his face did alot to make him look younger. He was right, however, at how it was a lovely day. And in spite of the strange looks the two of them got Remus kept an amused smile on his face.

"I was looking at the Werewolf registry... Someone on it had your name," Tonks commented after a block of walking in silence. "A member of your family? I kinda figure it's not you because the age it listed... You had to be in your twenties in '75 right?"

He didn't answer right away which held Tonks intrigued. But his face had taken on a somewhat sullen, dark expression as they came to a stop. "We're here. Close your eyes..."

"You mean I can't peek?" she teased, but her smile faded away quickly when she realized Remus was not amused. She closed her eyes and almost instantly felt Remus tie a cloth over her eyes. Inhaling deeply she fought to keep from grinning, it smelt like Remus... A strong but gentle masculine scent that tickled her nose.

She felt his hand close on her arm gently and he started leading her. The warmth of his hand, Tonks discovered, was something she rather enjoyed. It sent several small little jolts of warmth up her arm. "You know, Remus, most girls would find a guy doing something like this kinda kinky..."

She heard him scoff slightly. "Rest assured, Tonks, I'm not out to seduce you."

"Why not?" she joked, tripping over her own feet slightly. Remus gave a low hiss-like 'shh'. "Why?"

"The pictures of this house are not exactly the most welcoming people of all time..." Remus supplied.

She heard a door slowly creak open and she was being led inside. Almost instantly she felt as if she had walked, half naked, into a snow storm... and once the door closed, it was worse. She shivered then felt Remus place his other hand on her arm. Even the scent of Remus on her blindfold did nothing to hide the smell of musky, thick dusty smell of a moldy and neglected house.

Remus' hands slowly slid up her arms and the back of her neck to get to the knot on the back of her head. "I apologize... it's dark in here and... my vision in the dark isn't exactly the greatest..."

"Don't lie to the girl Remus," an amused male voice chuckled. "You and I both know your night vision is better than a cat's... besides, I saw what you were doing besides trying to feel her up one good time..."

"Shut up Sirius."

Tonks opened her eyes as the blindfold was removed from her eyes. There was another man in the room, holding a lamp. Her eyes widened and she looked at a face she'd only seen on posters until that specific moment. She reached at her side in hopes of getting her wand, but, Remus had already pulled it from her side pocket and was slowly shaking his head.

"You're an Auror... do you job..." Remus tsked, twirling the wand between his fingers. "And don't let the reward do the talking..."

Tonks studied Sirius Black for a long moment, he gave her a warm smile as she eased out of her defensive stance. "What's he doin' here?" she asked, looking at Remus.

"He's helping us... He's Harry's godfather and my most trusted friend," Remus supplied in a light tone. "Everything will be explained in good time..." He looked at Sirius. "Is everyone else here?" Sirius nodded slightly. "Come along then Tonks... Time for you to meet the rest of the Order..."

Remus walked ahead, leaving her with Sirius. The man grinned. "Don't mind him... he's just shy you know... come along..."

She walked along with Sirius to a room where several other people, including one of her co-workers and Albus Dumbledore were seated at a table. They were all looking at her with interest. She felt like she was under severe speculation by each set of eyes. Remus and Sirius took the final two available chairs and watched her as well. Was she expected to say anything? Or were they all supposed to sit there and access her in silence the whole time she was there?

Tonks looked at each Order member in turn, looking at Remus last. His eyes were almost closed but where still on her nonetheless. Finally, Dumbledore stood and took a deep breath. "Do you have a desire to protect the wizarding world from Voldemort?" he asked gently. She nodded. "Are you willing to risk your life to do so?" Again, she nodded. "What is your stance on werewolves?"

She thought a moment. "They're just people that turn into wolves once a month," she said with a shrug. "And..." she smiled brightly. "I love werewolves." She put her hands in her pockets and grinned sweetly. She heard her co-worker, Knightley snicker.

"Told you Dumbledore... You should see her flat... It's a werewolf shrine..." Knightley supplied.

"So, Nymphadora Tonks..." Dumbledore continued, as if he hadn't heard Knightley. "Am I correct to assume you would not mind having to work along side a werewolf most of the time?"

"Of course not," Tonks had almost worried she sounded too excited by the idea that she would actually be able to meet a real life werewolf while working with the Order. Was the werewolf there now? Would they come out and tell her that they were the one? Or perhaps she would get to meet them later...

"Well then..." Dumbledore said, waving his hand. "Join us. And, welcome to the Order of the Pheonix."

A seat appeared next to Remus and Tonks blushed slightly before taking the seat.

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Did he notice her book was upside down, as she sat there, pretending to read? He was leaning against a table, seemingly lost in the pages of an old magazine called Dark Magic Weekly: A wizards guide to producing and fighting dark magic and casually nibbling on an apple. Even though he'd looked rather content, she couldn't resist the urge to spy on him when she had found him alone in the room. She felt like a teenager spying on a cute professor, pretending to read a book as long as he stood there lost in his own reading material.

You could have punished me all you wanted if you were my professor... Tonks thought with amusement.

Remus slowly looked over at her with a slightly bewildered look. "Pardon?"

"I didn't say anything..." Tonks said quickly. Did she?

"Yes you did..." Remus said, closing his magazine and tossing the core of his apple into a trash bucket. "I'm just trying to figure out if you said what I think you said..."

"Um... I was just wondering if you were ever a professor...?" Tonks offered.

"Several times," he smiled. "Most recent job was Defense Against Dark Arts at Hogwarts..." He tilted his head slightly. "Your book is upside down... did you know that?"

Tonks slapped the book shut and set it aside. "Yeah I was reading something in it that had to be upside down..." She folded her hands in her lap. "Did you enjoy... teaching and all?"

Remus walked over slowly and took a seat close by. "Yes, I did... It was fun... I enjoyed it. I hope to go back someday..." He chuckled slightly. "And no... I am not the type to develop 'student, teacher' flings... Though I did have an offer or two, I had to say no..."

Tonks gave a mock pout. "Must have broken their poor little hearts..." she cocked her head to the side slightly, studying his face carefully. "Where did you get those scars from?" Remus sat back in his chair, looking somewhat surprised by her question. "I mean... just out of curiousity..."

"Why would you be curious about something like that?" he asked quickly.

"Because they draw attention right to your eyes... The odds of that kind of scar is rare... I probably never would have even noticed how nice your eyes were if the scars hadn't been there..." Tonks replied, and smiled when she noticed Remus relaxed again. "No need to get all paranoid and such... I'm just curious because I usually notice hands first... but the first time I saw you the first thing I was drawn to was your eyes..."

He opened his mouth to say something but Sirius stepped in, Remus instantly clamped his mouth shut and sank down in his chair and reopened his magazine, burying his nose in it once more. She watched as Sirius seemed to aimlessly wonder around the study, looking in drawers that were on the desk at random and slightly pulling a book from the shelves before pushing it back into place.

"Is there something you need Sirius?" Remus asked, Tonks almost laughed at the annoyed tone in his voice.

"As as matter of fact," Sirius huffed. "There is something I'm looking for..." The man gave a slight grin. "Because I would never dream of walking into a room where two people are having a private conversation, just with the sole purpose of annoying them because they can't talk while I'm in the room..." He walked over to stand behind them, he leaned over between the two of them. "Though now I am kind of curious about what you were talking about... I am in fact trying to find something I hid in here years ago..."

Sirius strolled away from them and started plundering in various trunks in the room. "Ah-ha!" He tucked a couple of mirrors in his coat and scurried from the room.

Tonks looked over at Remus, he was still sunken down in his seat huddled close to his magazine. He suddenly sat upright and closed the magazine again. "I'm going to make sure he's not up to something mischieveous..." he muttered and hurried from the room.

Tonks snorted slightly and went off to see if there was anything she could do to help around the house.

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Tonks snuggled up closer to the warmth of the person that was holding her. She was vaguely aware that she was being carried up a flight of stairs. All that she was really aware of was the fact it was someone warm and had a rather comforting smell about themselves. The person stopped and she felt their chin brush the tip of her nose. Obviously content that they had not woken her, they continued up the stairs.

"Where can she go?" she heard them say in a low tone as it felt as if they had finally reached the desired floor. She knew the voice and hearing it practically right next to her ear made her smile slightly.

"Put her in your room I'm sure she wouldn't mind," said the amused voice of Sirius followed by a snicker. "Don't give me that look... you know she wouldn't... Just put her in that room there..."

She kept her eyes closed and tried to keep her breathing steady as Remus carried her into a dark room. She opened her eyes and jumped slightly as she heard the door slam shut behind her followed by the yelling of the pictures in the hallways. Remus sighed with annoyance and looked down at her. "I suppose there's not reason for me to continue carrying you since you're awake now..."

"May feet and legs are asleep? Is that a good reason?" she asked, yawning deeply.

Remus didn't answer, he simply walked through the darkness and set her down on the bed. "You should be comfortable in here... I'll just be across the hallway should you need anything..."

"I don't like sleeping in unfamiliar places..." Tonks blurted as Remus moved away from her. "So... could you just... stay in here until I fall back to sleep?" Her eyes started adjusting to the dim light the slight sliver of moon provided. Remus was half turned, looking back at her. "What if I said 'please'?"

He turned and looked around the room slowly. "There's nothing in here... It's an old guest room... No pictures... just a bed and dressers. Then again, you're the Auror you should know this already..."

"I'm afraid of the dark okay!" Tonks whined. "I've always had a nagging suspicion that there's things in the dark that Aurors cannot pick up on... and and... and..."

"All right, I'll stay until you go back to sleep..." Remus sighed heavily. He pulled a chair from across the room and brought it close to the bed to sit.

"Ah-ha! Just a bed and dressers eh?" Tonks managed sleepily. "Where'd the chair come from then?"

"A bed, dressers, and a seat," Remus corrected, traces of sarcasm and amusement in his voice. "Please excuse me for not mentioning the deadly chair..."

Tonks yawned deeply again and stretched before plopping backward onto the mattress. "You know, Remus... There's plenty of room on the other side of the bed... you don't have to sit in that chair... I can keep to myself... I'm a good little girl you know..."

Remus shook his head and eased into his chair. "I'll be fine here... Just go to sleep... I'll stay until you're good and asleep... But I promise, Voldemort will not be able to harm you here..."

She lay there quietly, watching Remus. He had his robe wrapped around him almost as if it were a shield. His feet in the seat, he had his arms crossed on his knees and his chin resting on his arms, watching her intently. Everything about his senses was alert except for his expression, he actually managed to look calm and somewhat bored, even though everything else coming from him was alert.

Feeling comforted by Remus' watchful eyes and presense. Tonks went back to sleep.