A/N: And now, the end is near... ok enough of my singing. This is the penultimate chapter, and things are starting to wind down. I like this chapter, it's fluffy! Anyhoo, Harry's song titles don't belong to me but Daniel Radcliffe does...n't either :( One day maybe.


Harry made his way to his bedroom. He had to admit he was tired, from staying up late the previous night with Hermione. Before he reached the stairs to his floor he paused, turning in curiosity. He headed for Remus' door and opened it slowly, finding Tonks lying in a ball on the bed. Her hair formed its trademark pink spikes. Harry realised that he hadn't seen them in a while. He gave a light laugh.

"I knew you'd be in here," he told her from the doorway.

"It smells of him," came the muffled explanation.

"You know Tonks, you really should get out more." She sat up at this, pouting at him indignantly.

"Canada far enough for you?" she asked dryly.

"Too far," her student admitted, crossing the room and joining her on the bed. She put her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Sing for me, Harry." The boy paused for a moment.

"Leaving, on a jet plane…" he began quietly and she gave him a gentle shove. "Ok, ok. Any requests? Mama, I'm coming home? All by myself? Stay? Don't leave me this way?"

"Alright, alright! I get the picture…smart arse," she muttered. The boy gave a chuckle. "I love you Harry."

"I know. I love you too…and you also love Remus right?" There was a pause.

"I dunno," Tonks said in a small voice. Harry pulled away from her, blinking in exasperation.

"You dunno? Oh come on," he scoffed. "Don't make me quote song titles at you until you figure it out!"

"Alright, maybe I do love him. But I don't know whether I should. Oh it's so complicated!" She gave a growl and covered her face with a pillow. It smelt of him, which made matters worse, and she quickly removed it.

"What's complicating it? You guys are great together. You're having a kid together for Christ's sake. Plus he thinks you're amazing which, let's face it, very few people do." She shoved him once more and he laughed, almost toppling off the bed. "Ok, ok. Sorry. I'll let you figure out your feelings by yourself. I'm not so good with the mushy stuff anyway."

They sat in a relaxing silence, listening to the light rain that had begun to fall outside. Harry looked down to notice that Tonks had fallen asleep. He moved her so that her head was touching the pillow, and gave her a kiss on the forehead before lying down beside her.

"Oh you think so, do you?" Tonks mumbled sleepily, her eyes still closed. Harry gave a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, actually I do."

"Fine. Snore and you're dead!" Harry gave a light laugh and closed his eyes, falling to sleep immediately.

Tonks woke abruptly, as if it were morning. It was, in fact, the dead of night. The glow from the full moon entered the window, reminding Tonks of why she was alone. No, not alone… She turned her head, and received a face full of long bushy hair. Hermione? When had that happened? Tonks stroked the hair back off the girl's face. She looked so peaceful and naïve. Tonks rolled over gently to find Harry asleep on her right. The boy was frowning slightly as he slept, mumbling quietly under his breath. Was that what had woken her? Tonks sat up slightly, half expecting to see Buckbeak asleep on the end of the bed. She smiled at the ridiculous thought. What would Remus do if he came back to find the three of them asleep in his bed? Probably sleep on the floor, Tonks mused. Harry began to mumble again, louder this time.

"Hey? … Hey?" Tonks whispered. The boy stirred but didn't open his eyes.

"What?" he croaked sleepily.

"You were talking in your sleep." A pause.

"About a blonde called Martha?" Tonks frowned, clearly baffled.

"No…about Sirius." There was no response. "You ok?" She felt him nod. "Wanna talk about it?" The boy licked his dry lips and shook his head.

"No. It was a good dream. I'm sorry if I woke you. Go back to sleep."

Tonks rolled back over towards Hermione, satisfied that her friend was ok.

"Who is Martha?" she asked and heard Harry breath a laugh. He put an arm around her.

"Go to sleep, Tonks."


Remus managed to drag his feet up the stone steps of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. His head pounded terribly and he wondered whether it felt more like it was imploding or exploding. Perhaps both. Realising that this was impossible, he dismissed the thought as it caused even more pain to do so. He let himself into the house, and peeped his head around the kitchen door.

"Morning," Harry called too cheerfully. Remus gave a wince. "Sorry," the boy added, lowering his voice.

"Your night, ok?" Hermione enquired.

"Fantastic," Remus yawned, feeling his jaw crack. "Where's Tonks?" He had felt a sudden jolt of fear when he had first noticed her absence. He then chided himself for it.

"I think she's still asleep," Harry told him and Remus gave a nod.

"Ok, I'll just go check in on her. See you two later."

Remus shuffled up the many flights of stairs ("Bloody house!") and made his way to Tonks' door. Knocking gently, he opened it to find the room empty. He blinked at the neatly made bed, thinking of the many other places she could be. The shower, feeding Buckbeak. Definitely not Canada anyway.

Remus finally reached his door, feeling very grateful that it wasn't another step further. Opening the door, he spotted her immediately. Remus smiled to himself and closed the door quietly behind him. He kicked off his shoes, cringing as they made a loud thud on the floor. Tonks began to stir. Remus sat down gently on the bed, fingering her pink spikes (It's been a while since I've seen those,) and moved his hand down to stroke her cheek. Tonks opened her eyes, bright topaz this morning, and smiled up at him.

"I think you'll find Miss Tonks," he said gently, "that this is in fact my bed."

"I think you'll find Mr Lupin, that I'm just keeping it warm for you." She shuffled up to make room for him and he climbed in under the covers.

"And what a great job you're doing. I'm most grateful." She gave a little giggle and pressed her lips gently against his, only briefly but just enough to let him know that she had missed him. He settled down into the bed, closing his eyes sleepily but feeling her gaze still on him.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked. Remus said nothing; he simply put his arm around her and drew her closer. This told Tonks all she needed to know. She closed her eyes too, and gave a sigh of contentment.

"Ok then," she mumbled. "5 minutes."

"Ten," Remus argued. Tonks opened her eyes to see him close his again quickly, mischievously. She gave a little giggle.

"Alight then, ten," she resigned. Remus kissed her lightly on her bare shoulder before falling asleep immediately. Tonks joined him.

It was two hours later, almost midday, when Tonks stirred. Seeing Remus asleep beside her, she smiled.

"Some ten minutes that was," she whispered, kissing him on the head. She made her way without so much as a creak to the door, and then managed to stub her toe on it as she opened it.

"Where do you think you're going?" came a muffled voice from the bed. Tonks froze then spun, cursing his heightened wolf-senses.

"Canada?" she said feebly. He gave a little growl and Tonks rolled her eyes playfully.

"Get back here," he demanded, though it was hardly stern due his sleepiness. Tonks shuffled hesitantly back to the bed and perched herself on the edge.

"I have to go pack, Remus." There was obvious regret in her voice. Remus didn't respond and Tonks thought he had fallen back asleep until an arm reached out from the covers and pulled her with surprising force back into the bed. Tonks let out a jovial wail.

"Five minutes, promise," Remus told her and she gave a nod. Five minutes. When his gaze continued to land on her she raised her eyebrows.

"Well? Sleep."

"I don't want to." There was a brief pause. "Don't leave, Dora."

"Remus!" Tonks groaned, rolling onto her back. The wizard recoiled slightly. Tonks' expression softened. "Oh Remus, please don't do this to me. It's gonna be hard enough for me to leave here without knowing that you're going to be moping every day until I get back. And I know you Rem, you'll mope! You're good at moping…you and Sirius." She gave him a firm nod but offered him a grin, which the man returned.

"You said the other day that you didn't think you knew me at all," Remus commented dryly. Tonks gave a laugh, and then looked him straight in the eyes.

"I know you," she whispered, stroking his hair. "I know that you hate night time, and are secretly afraid of the dark. I know you prefer rain to sunshine. You tell people your favourite colour is blue when really it's brown. You like strawberry jam on toast but blackcurrant jam in sandwiches. You think the moon is beautiful, even though it hurts you. You think that loneliness is the greatest curse that could ever be inflicted upon a man…And I know you're going to watch me leave today, and think that you may lost another person in your life forever."

Tonks stopped there, knowing that she had made her point. Remus blinked at her.

"I guess you do know me a little," he mumbled, breaking her stare. Tonks tinkled a laugh and kissed him on the cheek.

"Your five minutes are up Professor Lupin." She sat up and this time he didn't stop her. "I'm gonna go pack. I'll see you in a bit." Skipping across the room, she blew him a kiss from the door then disappeared from the room. Remus gave a smile before falling asleep to dream of her.