Disclaimer: This is a total work of fiction written for the sole purpose of not making money or infringing upon the rights of the real owners. This story contains references, direct and indirect, to characters and situations of another author's work. In other words, I'm not making any money off of Mrs. Rowling's imagination and creativity.

Harry woke up feeling more content the he ever remembered being. Harry tried to stretch out but he couldn't quite manage it. Glancing down at his feet, Harry soon surmised the reason for his inability to move. During the night, Tonks must have moved around quite a bit. Her arms were wrapped around his waste; her arms kept his pinned to his sides. Tonks' legs were tangled with his under the sheets. Harry turned his head as far as he could in Tonks' direction.

"Tonks," Harry gently tried to wake her up.

Tonks only grumbled in her sleep and rolled away from Harry. Finally free, Harry sat up and untangled his legs from Tonks'. Harry stood up and after a short trip to the bathroom walked into the kitchen. He set about making a simple breakfast for himself and Tonks; the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast soon filled the flat.

Harry walked back to his bedroom only to find that Tonks had once again moved in the bed. Tonks lay fully horizontal in the bed; the only part of her that was visible was her brown topped head; the rest was completely covered with all the blankets and pillows. The blankets and pillows were all piled on top of her. Harry wasn't sure how she managed it somehow. Looking over the bed, Harry carefully considered all of his options for waking Tonks up. He did not want to try anything to outrageous; he didn't want a bad reaction from Tonks. Had it been someone else in the bed, Harry would have simply hollered for them to wake up.

Harry decided to simply shake here awake. It was quick, simple, and fairly easy on the nerves. Harry began clearing the pillows off of Tonks by and; magic would have been way too abrupt. Harry moved the pillows and blankets until only the top sheet was covering Tonks. Attempting to be as gentle as possible, Harry leaned down close to her ear before softly calling her name. For the second time that morning, Harry failed to wake up the woman in his bed. Harry grabbed Tonks' shoulder resignedly; he didn't want to resort to a physical means of waking her up if he could avoid it. As soon as Harry grabbed her shoulder, Tonks' eyes shot open in surprise; she was on the verge of screaming before she noticed Harry.

"Harry," she exclaimed. Tonks began to tremble under Harry's touch. "I… I…I thought it was all happening again."

Every time Tonks woke up she thought it was happening again. Harry understood how she felt. He had, after all, lived with Voldemort in his head for many years. Harry pulled her into a tight hug, gently holding her against him. He held Tonks until her shaking subsided.

"Shhh, Tonks, it will be ok. You're safe here; I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Tonks cried silently into Harry's shoulder for a few more minutes before pulling away from him. Tonks' eyes were swollen and her face was tear stained, but she looked better now that she had let out some of her inner turmoil.

"Thank you, Harry."

"That's all right, I'll be here for you whenever you need me. Night or day."

Tonks smiled a small smile, but it was the first since Harry had first brought her to Hogwarts, so it was a step in the right direction. He smiled back and stood up away from the bed.

"I've got some breakfast ready for us in the kitchen. Why don't you go and take a shower; I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

Tonks nodded and left the room. Harry followed her out but turned right towards the kitchen. Harry heard the water turn on in the bathroom as he placed warming charms on the food. Harry sat at the table sipping a cup of hot tea while thinking about Tonks and her predicament. I should have brought them in somehow. Harry sighed. No use thinking about the past problems. I should only think of the present; of Tonks. Harry was not exceptionally happy with the path his thoughts were taking, but he took no measures to stop them. She has hit rock bottom now. Losing her job and her apartment has really hurt her.

Harry's thoughts were stopped by the site of Tonks in the doorway to the kitchen. Harry had never seen Tonks look this normal before; her straight black hair hung down to her waste and her clothes were nothing but baggy jeans and a shirt that looked to be one size to large.

"Tonks, you look good."

"You don't have to lie to me Harry. I know what I look like."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, fearful of what the answer might be.

"I know I'm unattractive. I don't deserve the praise, even if you are trying to lift my spirits." Tonks looked down at her plate and started eating.

Harry was shocked. Tonks was definitely not unattractive; she was perhaps one of the most attractive people he had ever met. There was definitely something wrong here. Harry remembered Tonks as she was in his fifth year; she definitely knew she was attractive then. He knew this was something that came from the recent events in Tonks' life. He didn't know how to fix it but he vowed then and there that he would do everything in his power.

"Tonks," Harry started, "I would not lie to you. I learned long ago that if you say something you should mean it."

Tonks looked Harry in the eyes as if she didn't believe him. After several moments she nodded and went back to eating.

"This is good, Harry. I didn't know you could cook so well."

"I've been doing it all of my life. First for the Dursleys and then just because I liked it. Maybe tonight I'll fix something really fancy. We can have anything you want."

Tonks looked up from her plate and smiled at Harry.

"Tonks, Hermione did buy you some clothes and other things, but is there anything else you want or need?"

"I've got everything I need right now. There was something else that I saw a few days ago that you might want to check out. It's new toy that just came out; all it is, is a wooden figure about two feet tall. You use your will to control it, and you can have it duel another one."

Harry thought for a moment before speaking. "Where can I get one?"

Tonks' reply was interrupted by a shrill whistle resounding throughout the house. Harry jumped to his feet with his wand out; someone had just tried to apparate into the apartment.

A/N Sorry for the lateness. Sorry for the shortness. Sorry for the lame apologies. Now that that is out of the way, I've started a new project. That's one of the reasons that this chapter is so late and short. Once I've finished a few chapters of the next project, you can expect to see it posted. Also, you can expect the next chapter of 'The Good Life' to be a little longer and even a little humorous.