Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do however own four different pink T-Shirts

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter one, I love your feedback. I originally wrote this chapter because I wanted Dora to support Remus for once- that never seems to happen in my fics. Then I realised how well it worked with an earlier thing I wrote about Dora realising she was in love with Remus, so after a little tweaking, "Someone to Watch over Me" was born. In this chapter I refer to Tonks throughout as Dora, unlike in chapter one. This is beacuse it is from Remus' ponit of view, he thinks of her as Dora.Here is the final part. Enjoy the fluff and please review

"Won't you tell him please to put on some speed?

Follow my lead.

Oh how I need

Someone to watch over me"

Gershwin, Someone to watch over me

"Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on."

Keane, Somewhere Only We Know

Chapter Two: Remus Has a Bad Night

Remus Lupin had always thought of love as something that happened to other people. After all, who'd fall in love with a werewolf? That was before he met Nymphadora Tonks. She had burst into his life and turned it upside down with her humour, her courage and her kindness. He remembered so clearly the exact moment he had realised that their friendship had turned in to something more for him. It had felt like coming home.

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It began a week before the October full moon. Remus came down to breakfast feeling stiff and drained, the way he always did close to the transformation. The Wolfsbane potion could do a lot to help, but not everything. He had been strongly inclined just to spend the day in bed, nursing his aches and pains but eventually hunger had driven him up. Generally he thought that was a good thing, he was always afraid that if he let himself stay in bed too long he might never get up at all. He was starving hungry and eager to get to the kitchen. Unfortunately, judging by the loud music issuing from it, someone had got there before him.

Dora was standing by the stove, blasting the radio at full volume and swaying along in time. Her hair, a violent shade of fluorescent green today, and the baggy pyjama bottoms that were halfway down her hips gave the whole image a vaguely bohemian feel. Whatever she was cooking was starting to smell alarmingly good. This surprised him, Dora was usually possessed of the ability to turn any kitchen she entered into a disaster area in five seconds flat. Why was she here and not at her flat so early in the morning? Then with a sudden rush he remembered what had happened last night, her sobbing in the hallway, him carrying her up the stairs, cocoa, I love you Remus. Had she really said that? Last night he had ignored it as sleepy ramblings; but he had a feeling he was going to have to face it soon. He wouldn't know what to say if she brought it up. He didn't feel that way about her, did he?

He was just about to sneak away unobtrusively when she turned round and saw him hesitating in the door way. A wide smile spread over her face as she saw him- lighting it up. "Wotcher Remus" she called cheerfully, waving an arm extravagantly to beckon him in "Fancy some pancakes? They're about the only thing I can cook, so be appreciative!" He was very hungry, and they did smell very good. He stepped into the kitchen.

"You seem a lot happier this morning" he said walking over to the table and sitting down as she pulled the frying pan of the stove. She grinned cheekily at that.

"I am a lot happier this morning" she answered brightly, brown eyes sparkling.

"Good" he replied firmly. He did enjoy being around, she brightened up a place amazingly, brightened him up.

"Now" she said her voice full of concentration and her eyes narrowed on the frying pan like a soldier preparing for battle "Let's see if I can make this work" With that she gave a deft flick of her wrist, the frying pan jerked alarmingly and the still sizzling pancake flew up into the air. Remus panicked slightly, he didn't much fancy having to clean up the gooey mess, but he should have had more faith. The pancake rotated in a perfect circle and landed, dead on centre back in the frying pan. Dora gave a cry of triumph and returned the pan to the stove. Remus applauded enthusiastically, Dora bowed.

He watched her cooking, bending busily over the stove. It was amazing how comfortable she seemed, how surprisingly graceful. Finally she brought the finished pancake over to the table. "Dora that smells amazing" he said, hunger pangs in his stomach beginning to make themselves felt. She shrugged, dismissing the compliment.

"My dad taught me how to make them when I was eight" she told him casually. He nodded. "I can only make one at a time, so why don't we share this one?" she suggested with a friendly smile. The sticky sugary mass disappeared rather quickly after that.

Dora sat back in her chair, licking the sugar off her lips, watching him. A worried crease appeared on her forehead. She saw how tired he looked, the purple shadows under his eyes, his stiff movements. "Are you alright" she said finally, concern washing through her words.

He shrugged. "I'm fine really;" trying to sound casual "It's just that the full moon's so close now". A pained expression flashed across her face. She nodded without saying anything. They sat in silence, the cheerful mood suddenly gone. Dora sat dropped in her chair, deep in thought.

Finally she looked up, fixing her brown eyes on his face, searching it. "We've never really talked about it have we, your lycanthropy I mean." she said slowly. He shrugged again, slightly defensively. "Why not?" she asked. He didn't know what to say. What he thought was No; I want to keep you away from that, you the only person who sees me for myself, not my condition or my past or what use I can be. I don't want to lose you. So no, we haven't talked about it Dora. He just tightened his lips and kept silent.

"What's it like?" she asked, her voice quiet, still fixing him with that penetrating, thoughtful stare.

"Not pleasant," he replied, his voice tight, refusing to meet her eyes. In his head he was screaming No, not this, not from you, anyone else, but not you. All the time another little voice was saying curiously, Sirius and James both asked tonnes of questions, why is she different? He ignored it, afraid of what the answer would be.

"Dora," he began trying to keep his voice steady "It's a part of my life that I want to keep separate from this, us. It's something I just have to deal with, alone." He still refused to look at her.

She thrilled at the word, us, did it mean what she so desperately hoped it meant? "Remus," she said quietly, looking at him with burning eyes "You don't ever have to alone, you know that don't you." He gave her a tight smile, then got up and walked away, his heart racing.

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He avoided her over the next few days, her effect on him was disturbing to say the least, and he wasn't yet sure how he was going to deal with it. He hardly knew what he felt, except that it frightened him. She tried to get him alone over the next few days, to continue their conversation but he always found excuses. He could tell she was hurt by his behaviour, and wished he could change that. All in all he was in a panic of confusion, missing her so much it hurt, but afraid. The full moon loomed.

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The day of the full moon arrived, bringing with it all the usual aches and fear. As usual his exhaustion, and his apprehension increased as the day wore on. He generally kept to his room on the day of the transformation and Sirius would bring him the last dose of Wolfsbane potion at about lunchtime. Today however something changed, when the door swung gently open at mid day it was Dora, not Sirius in the doorway with the smoking mug of potion. There was a pained expression on her face as she stood there, hesitant, nervous, watching him. "Dora, I didn't expect…"he said nervously, his voice husky.

She gave him a nervous smile "You wouldn't come to me, so I came to you" she said quietly. She put the potion on the bedside table, sat down on the bed and looked at him. "You look awful" she said, with the ghost of her usual cheerful tone. He laughed; there was no mirth in it. "Remus" she began, her hands twisting in her lap "Remus, I need you to let me in, to let me help you. I'm not going to run away from your condition, I'm not going to abandon you." She looked up at him again, her eyes passionate "Remus, I meant what I said that night," she told him in a low voice. He didn't say anything, though he thought his heart bight burst from his ribs. She sighed in frustration.

"You should drink that" she said nodding towards the potion, which was looming menacingly. He nodded, picked it up and drained it, wincing at the vicious bitterness of the taste, and gasped slightly. She bit her lip as she watched him. He hated the expression in her eyes, it was full of pity. He didn't want her pity; he wanted…What did he want? Finally she sighed and reaching out her hand, rested it on his arm "Remus, I want to part of your life, all of your life. If you can't hear that when I say it, I guess I'll have to show you. So, I'm going to be right outside this door tonight, all night. I'm going to show you that I'm here for you through everything, that I'm not afraid."

He looked up in amazement, respect for her kindling inside him. "Dora," he said softly "you don't have to do that"

"I think I do" she said quietly "Just remember. I'll be there all night, on the other side of the door." With that she got up and left. A torrent of confused thoughts raced through his mind.

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The day wore on; the sun began to set the full moon to rise. At about 7 o'clock he locked the door. He could feel the first tremors of the transformation. The he heard shuffling on the other side of the door he had just locked and a low voice whisper "I'm here, just like I promised Remus" she said. Dora was here, just on the other side of the door. That thought was strangely comforting, even in the agony of transformation. He thought of her, and then knew nothing at all.

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She sat on the floor outside the door, listening to him scream. Tears ran silently down her face. She could hardly bear it, but knew she had to stay here, show him the he could trust her, even though so many people had let him down. Every moan of pain went through her like a knife, she felt everything with him. Until tonight she'd never realised what being a werewolf really meant. The more she understood, the more she respected and loved him. She hadn't known till now how brave he was. She knew she would have to be brave as well. The screams turned into savage inhuman howls and snarls, that's still Remus in there she told herself fiercely. There was a window across the hall, a great ghostly door to the outside world, the night. The full moon hung in the black sky, shining white, impassive and beautiful. He would never know how beautiful it was, that sent a sharp pain through her heart. She watched as the hours past, painful and slow. She fought tiredness and misery. The moon was alone the sky; you couldn't see stars in London. Perhaps it was just as lonely as he was. Well she wasn't going to let him be lonely any more. Finally tentative streaks of pink crept into her view. She realised the sun was rising. The night was over. Exhausted, relieved, she closed her eyes and let herself sleep.

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He woke as himself at about midday, pain shot through him; he could barely move his stiff limbs. The Wolfsbane potion stopped most of the serious wounds, but not the cramps and aches. Stretching he began to move each limb slowly, getting used to them again. Then he got up quickly and began to dress. He had learned to dress and get up quickly after the transformation, if he left it to long he was always afraid of giving in to the temptation to stay in bed forever. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping out into the corridor and the human world.

Dora was the first thing he saw. She lay in a messy heap on the floor in the corridor. He smiled slowly. So she really had stayed with him all night, hadn't abandoned him. She looked somehow smaller as lay asleep, her hair ruffled and wild, snoring gently. He sat down beside her and watched her sleep. She hadn't left him. It was at that moment as he watched her that he realised, what he felt for Dora was love. Strange how simple everything became when he let himself see that. Her crumpled body, her mad spirit, they were…home. "I love you too Dora" he whispered softly, pushing her hair back from her forehead.

Her eyelashes flickered and she opened her eyes. She saw him, she smiled. "Good morning Remus" she whispered groggily "It's a new day."

THE END

So that's the end, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know