Author's note: I know there have been many stories about how Remus and Tonks got together, much more detailed than mine will be. The primary point of my story is more about what happens after they get together, so I decided to keep this section light. As the story goes on it will get much more angsty.

A Werewolf's Prophecy

Part 1: Nothing Else to Do

I don't really know how it happened, but it did, and now I'm sitting at my desk thinking how I could have allow it to happen. It started off as a normal Saturday night and then suddenly I found myself in he arms of a beautiful woman. I keep replaying it in my mind, over and over, trying to pinpoint the moment I lost control. I only thank the Gods that I was sober enough to stop before we went too far.

I hope she doesn't regret it. This is my biggest fear. Although, why wouldn't she regret it? What do I have to offer her? In fact she should regret it and I am determined to think less of her if she doesn't. Oh, who am I kidding! I love her. There, I wrote it. Saying it is an entirely different matter, and I'm terrified if I do she'll have expectations that I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for.

If Sirius got his hands on this I wouldn't hear the end of it. I sound like a love-sick teenager. I should really get to sleep, but how can I sleep with her next to me, I can barely take my eyes off of her to write this. I wish I knew what was going through her mind, if she thinks this is just a one time thing or if she expects more. Could she possibly care for me like I care for her? I can't imagine that…

November 12, 1995

A blue, chipped, ceramic mug was flying across the table in the kitchen of number twelve Grimmauld Place. It stopped just short of the edge of the table and spun slowly in front of its intended. "Drink up Moony, I'm ahead of you by two and you know Tonks is a light-weight so she'll be drunk in no time." Sirius Black took very little seriously: defending his friends and family (just the few that mattered), defeating anyone who even thought of siding with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and of course, getting lagered up with his best mates. It was the same every Saturday night. Remus and Sirius would attempt to make themselves something edible, force it down while poking fun at each other's inability to perform the simple task of making pasta, and then await the arrival of one Nymphadora Tonks. Remus thought back to how this weekly tradition began while fingering the edge of his mug.

It started over the summer, not long after Tonks was accepted into the Order but before Harry was brought to the house. Tonks and Sirius quickly took to one another. Despite their age difference, they seemed to have a similar temperament. Remus assumed it was their Black blood, but he soon realized it was also a love for firewhiskey and all things humiliating to Remus that bonded the cousins. Remus could easily handle the teasing from Sirius alone; he had years of practice from before… well, from before. But the duo that he now faced left him almost defenseless. He took the ridicule rather easily, silently grateful to the colorful witch for bringing endless laughter and smiles to Sirius's face. He figured he could take being called a "furry wanker" and "Professor Old Fart" from a young, beautiful witch, as long as it made Sirius happy. At least that's what he told himself.

She starting coming every Saturday night after her shift to visit her "'cos" and "to make sure the old bachelors were staying out of trouble." Remus often wondered why she chose to spend her Saturday nights with two scruffy old men, when she could be out on dates with young, charming wizards with much more to offer her. Not that he was complaining. In fact, he looked forward to it every week and his mood was unmistakably more solemn on Sunday mornings when he awoke and realized he probably wouldn't see her again for another six days. He didn't put much thought into these feelings, only to admit that without her there, number twelve Grimmauld Place was not the same.

With these thoughts running through his head he sipped the blue mug now in his hand, his face twisting in disgust. "By Gods man! If this isn't the most foul liquid ever to cross my lips! I would rather drink Wolfsbane Potion at every meal then drink one more drop of this repulsive beverage!" Remus blurted as tears streamed down Sirius's face, his laugher filling the large empty townhouse.

"What have I missed!" said a young, black-haired witch, standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Only Moony here downing my famous batch of bubbling wound-cleaning potion!" said Sirius, still chuckling from his prank.

"Good one old man," was Remus's only response as he stood up to pour the contents of his mug into the sink. After a quick cleaning spell, he picked up the bottle next to the sink. "I trust this is the real thing."

"Yes, yes, that trick is only funny once…a day anyway." Sirius turned to his cousin who had thrown her bag in the corner and sat down at the table, her feet propped up on the seat Remus just vacated. "So what, you trying to get in touch with your Black side?"

After giving Sirius a disdainful look, Tonks responded, "Nooo, as if I have a need for that! It was part of a mission; I was trying to blend in with the crowd." With that, her hair seemed to grow backwards while simultaneously lightening to a more familiar pink. "Better?"

"Yes, thank you!"

"You know Nymphadora, I can't picture you blending into any crowd." Piped in Remus as he gently lifted her feet off the chair and sat down, only to have her place them right back where they were, but now on his lap. He placed a hand on her ankle and absentmindedly fingered the laces of her boot, missing the insulted expression on Tonk's face.

"Well thank you very much for having such confidence in my Metamorphing and Auror skills!"

"Oh no that's not what I meant…I mean, I meant only that you are so singular that I believe whenever you walk into a room everyone will notice, no matter what your appearance." Remus looked away and took a large sip from his mug, swallowing hard.

"Nice save Moony." Sirius eyed the pair across the table from him and shook his head. "Oh, I almost forgot, I've got something for ya!"

Remus looked up and saw his friend smiling brightly at him, "Who me?"

"Yes you!" Sirius got up quickly and reached for a thin book on the counter. He dropped it loudly on the table in front of Remus.

"What's this for?" said Remus as he slowly reached for the book and put his mug down on the table.

"Oh you know…for keeping me company, making sure I don't die in a puddle of my own puke when I get pissed, taking me for long walks on the beach, holding me when I cry…" As Sirius toned turned sarcastic Tonks began to giggle and got up to reach for the bottle of firewhiskey.

"I better pour myself some of this if I'm going to have to sit here and listen to you two poofters," she said as she took a swig from the bottle before pouring some into a mug.

"Thank you Sirius," Remus said as he opened the cover of the book and chuckled softly as he read the inscription.

"I remember you used to doodle in one of these all the time when we were wee lads so I thought I'd get you a new one, see what kind of rubbish you can come up with."

"What is it?" asked Tonks as she sat back down, her feet finding their way back to Remus's lap, missing the feeling of his warm hand on her ankle.

"It's a journal of sorts, for writing, drawing, whatever. I used to keep one when I was a student."

"Yeah, he used to carry that thing around with him everywhere, always writing something-or-other in it. Never let us look in it though. He even charmed it so only he could open it. James was able to figure it out though, so one night he and I snagged it and gave it a right perusal." Sirius turned to Remus with a large, mischievous smile.

Remus returned the grin and said, "No Padfoot, you didn't!" with a tone of feigned surprise.

"You knew!"

"Of course I knew! You think I wouldn't have expected as much from you guys after all the prodding you gave me trying to get me to let you look through it."

Sirius was laughing and crying again. "So you didn't have the hots for Palma Plum!"

Tonks eyes widened, "Who's Palma Plum."

"Oh, this chunky Hufflepuff we thought Moony was drooling over. We used to joke that it was the extra meat on her bones that attracted her to you! You know, more to gnaw on." The trio laughed together and more drinks were poured before the made their way into the den.

The stories from their Marauder days continued throughout the evening, and the laughter never waned. As usual, the sound of Sirius snoring on the couch interrupted Remus's story of James's misdirected pursuit of the perfect Valentine's gift for Lily.

"So what did he end up by getting her?" asked Tonks, enthralled in Remus's story.

He turned back to look at her and paused before continuing. She was lying on the floor in front of his chair, her head prompt up by her hand. Her lavender eyes were sparkling in the firelight as they looked up at him, wide and expectant. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips forming a perfect "O." "Remus?"

"What? Right…um, a book." He quickly looked away, lecturing himself, "Get a grip man, stop thinking of her that way! I've got to quit drinking around her."

"A book! What book?"

"Ah…I don't remember something romantic I think." In fact it was romantic; it was a copy of Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre. Remus had not forgotten this, how could he since he was the one that had actually picked it out. He sat for a moment thinking of the story, the story of an older man falling for a much younger woman. He began to unconsciously blush. He was also again unconsciously starting at Tonk's lips.

Tonks was not unaware of his gaze. She often caught him looking at her this way, especially after a night of drinking. She slowly began to sit up till she was kneeling in front of him. Remus lifted his eyes to hers as she leaned in closer.

"Nymphadora what are you doing?

"Don't call me that… I'm going to kiss you." She replied softly. Remus swallowed and closed his eyes as their lips met. It started off soft and sweet. She tasted like sugar and alcohol, a combination that Remus suddenly found irresistible. After several moments Tonks broke away and looked up at him, running her hand delicately through the long hairs in front of his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. It hit him rather hard, as love tends to do. It was not the kiss, not that he didn't love the kiss, because he loved the kiss. No, it was her soft touch, the light feeling of her fingers touching his face. He loved her.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.

"Yes."

"Remus, I…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"No! I mean, don't be sorry" he said quickly and perhaps too loudly as Sirius rolled over on the couch beside them. He lowered his voice, "You have nothing to be sorry for." His hand reached up to cup her face.

She smiled sweetly and looked deep into his eyes. Suddenly it was too much for him and he leaned forward, his lips awkwardly catching hers before lowering her to the floor. They became lost in each other for several minutes until Sirius began to stir on the couch.

"Do you think we should go upstairs?" Tonks asked reluctantly, not wanting to stop their current pace for anything.

Remus removed his lips from her neck and looked up at her. He wanted to say yes, more than anything he wanted to say yes, but even with all the alcohol in his system he just couldn't.

"Nymphadora…" "Hey! I thought I told you not to call me that!" She interrupted playfully.

He smiling and looked down, "Tonks. I…I think we should take things…slowly."

She smiled warmly at him. "Oh silly Wolvie, you thought I wanted to sleep with you!"

He looked up at her, eye-wide, ready to apologize. She giggled and placed her fingers over his lips. "Of course I do. You know, eventually. Tonight I thought well, maybe we could just sleep?"

"Sleep huh. I don't know how much sleep I'll get with you next to me." With that he placed a light kiss on her lips before she started backwards toward the stairs.

Thanks for reading! I plan to continue soon, this fic should have about 7 parts.