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A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, it has Remus' point of view in it a little at the end. Please R&R!

Chapter 4: Feeling Something

Tonks was hanging upside down over a large overstuffed sofa in the living room of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. She was staring plainly at her watch, her face beginning to go red. It had been two weeks since Tonks had joined the Order, and was starting to become accustomed to visiting the creepy old mansion almost daily, occasionally staying overnight. Of course, when she did stay overnight, she was not alone, there was plenty of company; the Weasleys had practically dubbed this their second home; there was Sirius; Remus stayed about as much as she did; and of course, Sirius' mothers' portrait, which screamed bloody murder every time the doorbell rang, or whenever Tonks knocked over the huge umbrella stand, which was quite often.

She glanced hastily at her watch again; turning her head so suddenly that she got a crick in her neck. She let out a groan of pain and rubbed the sore spot. There was still a half-hour to go before she had to go and collect Harry from his relatives' house. She smiled wickedly, remembering the prank she played on them. She had written a letter informing his relatives that there lawn had been entered in the 'All-England Best Kept Suburban Lawn Competition' and, of course, they had gobbled it right up, the daft Muggles. Tonks closed her eyes and thought about what their faces might look like when they found out it was fake. She sighed happily and began to sit up.

"Nymphadora?" "ARGHH!" Tonks jolted up and managed to fall right off the sofa, planting her face in the rug.

"Ouch," she said, trying to get up. She felt a pair of strong arms lift her up onto her feet.

She looked up wearily and found herself face to face with Remus. "Wotcher Remus," she said shakily, wincing slightly.

Remus' eyes were filled with concern. He made sure she was totally steady before he let go of her arms. Tonks found herself longing for him to keep them there, and suddenly felt very aware of the fact that they were standing barely a centimeter apart.

Remus apparently felt it too, as he took a big step backwards, blushing slightly, before asking, "Are you all right?"

"Oh, yeah," she said, and noticing how concerned he was, grinned reassuringly, "You just gave me a start."

"So are you all right to go and pick up Harry?" he asked protectively, in such an older-brother voice, that Tonks felt a lump begin to rise to her throat.

She shook it off and sleekly put her hands to her hips and swung back her long silvery-blond hair. "Of course I am, you worry too much." She looked at him crossly. "I swear, that's the reason you haven't got a girlfriend; you're too nice. We girls aren't accustomed to that," she cast him another cross look his way, trying hard to look serious as possible.

Remus smiled and met her gaze; "You could give Molly Weasley a run for her money with that glare."

"Excuse me?"

Remus and Tonks both jumped as though hit by an electric shock, looked over and saw Molly Weasley standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, but small smile playing at her mouth. "First of all, you two better get going, your 'rescue team' is going to leave without you." Molly stood aside to let them pass through the door, now smirking profoundly.

"And second of all?" piped up Tonks.

"No one can ever out do my look," said Molly confidently.

Tonks and Remus chuckled as Molly watched them curiously. She watched as they were greeted by the rest of the Order. She watched as Tonks knocked over and broke a shiny yellow flower vase, and she watched as Remus stepped in clean it up. She watched when, as the two got up to join the others, brushed past each other slightly, went deep scarlet, and began apologizing hastily. And she watched as, when Tonks mounted her broom shortly after Remus, the look she cast after him, and how her face light up cheerfully.

Molly left the room silently, a knowing smile sneaking across her face.

They arrived at Number Four Privet Drive shortly after seven that evening. Tonks jumped of her broom and looked around the small muggle street. "Wow," she said, looking around at the almost identical houses. "Sure this is it?" she questioned, and glanced nervously at Moody.

"Of course I'm sure," he growled. "This is exactly where old Figgy said. Number 4 Privet Drive. Now come on, we're going in the back, follow me." He began to limp off towards the back gate.

Tonks looked backwards at Remus. He was chatting quietly with Emmeline Vance, walking along slowly, and grasping one arm loosely with his other hand. His robes were as shabby and torn as ever and his face looked very tired. Tonks thought this look somehow suited him. She studied him a little more and came to the conclusion that he wasn't that bad looking. Cute even.

She rolled her eyes and tried to focus back on the task of rescuing Harry. They were now at the back door, and Moody had taken out his wand.

"Alohamora," he said gruffly, and obediently the door opened. Moody stepped in first, with Tonks at his heels.

Tonks observed the clean kitchen with a shudder. It was so perfect. Not a hair out of line. She turned quickly to see if the rest of house was as clean and promptly knocked over a shiny white plate, which gave a surprisingly loud bang.

"Oh, Merlin, why do I have to be so damn clumsy?" she said angrily, stooped over the broken shards and muttered 'Reparo'.

Remus looked at her comfortingly. "No matter," he looked her right in the eye and Tonks felt an involuntary chill in her bones. "At least Harry has warning of our coming now," he looked upwards and, as if on cue, they heard several surprised rustling sounds and a muffled 'ouch'.

"It's bloody awful what they're doing to that kid, treating him like a criminal," Tonks said forcefully. She paused and added quietly, "Especially when he's practically the opposite."

Remus seemed to be the only one who caught that last comment, as he looked at her in sad agreement.

They crept quietly toward the staircase and found themselves looking up at tall, dark figure nervously looking down at where they stood.

Tonks felt herself zone out at this point. The boy standing before them was just like she had imagined him to look. He had dark black hair, which was painfully untidy; circular thick-rimmed glasses, with brilliant green eyes staring out from under them. He was extremely skinny, and had the look about him as if he had grown very tall in a short period of time. Then there was the scar. The long, lightning bolt scar definitely made him stand out, there was no mistaking that this was Harry Potter.

Tonks' heart gave a twinge and she suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of pity and sadness towards the boy. He had lost everything at such a small age; he parents, his house, his…freedom. He was flocked by crazed wizards and witches everywhere he went, like it or not.

Tonks vowed to be nice to him; even if he was a total idiot. Though, that wasn't really the case with Harry Potter.

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Tonks woke with a snore; she was in her desk at work, papers piled up to her chin. She groaned and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

She checked her wristwatch. 10:47. At night. She seriously could not take any more late night shifts, it was not only depriving her of much needed beauty sleep, but making it harder and harder for her to squeeze in time for the Order. Tonks had even missed a meeting tonight. And, of course she was stuck in the office alone with Evan Mavvers, the most annoying human she had ever met in her life, which was saying a lot, as she had a few unfortunate encounters with idiots in her time.

Just then Mavvers walked up to her desk.

Speak of the devil, she thought angrily, frowning slightly.

"What do you want, Mavvers?" she said crossly, though trying not to sound too mean.

Mavvers put on a dazzling smile and brushed his strawberry blond hair back smoothly. "Why, Tonks, I'd just like to…chat," with that he took a small step closer at her and began twiddling his thumbs lazily.

She sighed and stood up. At this point he swiftly walked toward her, put an arm around her waist and kissed her romantically.

Tonks felt vomit immediately rise to her throat. She pushed him off hard and shrieked, "What are you doing?"

Mavvers gave her another of his bright grins and answered in a deep loud voice, apparently trying to sound sexy, but Tonks thought just sounded like he had a megaphone shoved down his throat, "Kissing you of course." He tried to pull her close but she pushed him back again.

"No! Mavvers, I don't fancy you! I don't know how any girl in her right mind could! Ugh!" Immediately as Tonks said that, she felt guilty, she hadn't meant to be cruel.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide in shock and confusion, "Fine," he said angrily; "I just thought…you…just…" he then walked over past her, and, pushing her slightly, stalked out the office, grumbling loudly.

Tonks felt her eyes welt with tears. This was probably the worst day she had ever experienced. First her mother, now…this. She wiped her eyes hastily and began sorting the tower of papers, feeling positively terrible.

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Remus was reading a book silently in a sitting room of the Order Headquarters, his head titled to one side, looking as though he was reading the page sideways. He had been sitting there for no less than three hours, not so much deeply immersed in the book, but his thoughts.

He glanced up at the clock and did a double take. It was nearly midnight. He closed the book silently, marking the page with distinctive care.

He stretched and started to get up when he heard the front door slam open loudly, and a woman's voice curse loudly. Remus quickly walked out of the sitting room and found a shivering Tonks attempting to battle off her overlarge winter ski boots. Her shockingly pink hair was tangled up with leaves and snow, and there was a large tear in her pant leg. "Tonks, are-are you okay?" he looked at her tensely, and suddenly found it very stuffy in the room, though the door was still swung open.

Tonks looked up with surprise; obviously she had not even heard him enter the room. She closed the door swiftly and spoke very shakily, "Remus…I'm fine; totally fine. Just…just a bad day, that's all. A bad…"she broke off and looked down at her shoes, and Remus could tell her eyes had watered up with tears, and she was fighting forcefully not to let them fall.

A very strange set of emotions took over his body at this point. Half of Remus wanted to go and comfort her, and the other half told him it was a bad idea.

Why would it be a bad idea? He questioned himself. She needs someone to comfort her right now, a friend. And that's what I am. A friend.

He walked up to her and met her eyes. They were a deep, dark blue, and Remus felt lost whenever he glanced into them. He looked away abruptly, and began talking to the wall.

"What happened?" he said slowly.

Tonks tried to smile, and failed miserably, "Oh, just nothing…" she said pathetically.

Remus made himself look at her, and found she was still staring at him, her blue eyes shimmering softly with tears.

"It's not nothing Nymphadora." He made his gaze sharpen, "What happened?"

Silence. They remained staring at each other for a moment, before Tonks answered shakily, "I…just…well, just work…and…and…my mothers ill…" she broke her eyes away from Remus and looked down at her shoes once more. "She's not…she's not doing well…we aren't exactly on the…the best of terms either…and…on the way home…I p-practically got run over by…by one of those muggle transportation things…'cars' I think they're c-called." She hiccoughed loudly and shuffled her feet uncomfortably before continuing, "And then at work…at…at…" She broke off into loud sobs and looked up at Remus.

He saw there were tears running thickly down her face, and her lower lip was trembling dangerously. Then, unexpectedly, she flung her arms around Remus' chest, wetting his warm sweater with her tears, still running hard and fast.

Remus felt his heart jump to his throat and wanted desperately to pull away, but didn't. It would not only be rude, but something in his head told him to stay. He needed to be there for her. He gently began to close his arms around her back, pulling her into a tight embrace. Tonks lifted her hands slowly from his chest to his neck, rapping them strongly around. She settled her head in his shoulder, and sighed softly.

After what felt like forever, she pulled away, still sniffing loudly.

"Thank you," she said quietly, and kissed him on the cheek.

Remus felt his face burn, and suspected it was a deep colour of red, as Tonks let out a strangled-sort of laugh, which caused her to start crying again.

Wanting to keep the peace, Remus said quickly, "Would you like something to drink? Tea…?"

She tried to speak, but, failing, nodded furiously instead.

Remus bustled off into the kitchen and began to boil the water for the tea, absorbed in his thoughts. He only remembered, as the kettle began to boil, that he was a wizard.

He took out his wand and summoned two bright purple mugs. He poured the tea carefully, and went carefully back into the entrance room.

No one was there.

He noticed the door of the sitting room open slightly and went cautiously in. There was Tonks, not crying any more, but hugging her knees tightly and looking dreamily out the window, watching the storm of snow.

"Nymphadora?"

She jumped and looked at him. "Oh, Remus!" She adopted a look of pure annoyance and glared at him, "It's Tonks! Please!"

He smiled and handed her one of the mugs. "Careful, it's hot," he warned.

She sipped the tea and grinned, "Thanks, Remus."

They drank their tea in silence, occasionally glancing each other's way, but as soon as their eyes met, they hastily looked away.

When they finished, Remus stood up, brushing himself off, preparing to leave, when he felt a small warm hand grasp his wrist. He immediately felt his insides melt and managed to contain a sigh.

What is wrong with me? He thought angrily, I'm being so silly…

Remus looked over and saw the hand belonged to Tonks, her eyes large and had a slightly pleading look to them. "Please…just…just stay a little longer." She pulled him back down onto the sofa, and wrapped her arms around him once more.

Remus could not find it in him to reject her. He was her friend after all…her friend.

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A/N: Thank-youfor the reviewers, it's very much appreciated!

slightly so: I think her and her mother aren't speaking because they don't get along. I tried (in chapter one) to write Andromeda as kind of controlling etc., and I don't think Tonks really likes to be controlled. Also, about Tonks having no friends...I think Tonks is the kind of person that is super bubbly and a little crazy looking (and sounding). Most people find that kind of scary. Also, she's a real tomboy, and alot of Hogwarts girls are the giggly girly ones (like Lavender and Parvati), so they would kind of clash. Thanks!

FieryPhoenix21: Oops. Well I didn't actaully FINISH chapter 3 in ten minutes. I edited it and posted it up here in about ten minutes. Hehe, sorry about that. I actually have most of the chapters already written, sooo yeah. Thank-you for the review!