On Sunday Harry came down stairs to find Lupin looking worse for wears. The scars across his face seemed deeper than normal, bags hung below his eyes which looked tired and haunted.

"Are you all right, Remus?" Harry asked.

Lupin nodded slowly, "Tomorrow's the full moon, Harry."

"Oh!" Harry felt terrible for not realizing that beforehand. He made a mental note to find a calendar with the moon phases marked on it. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No, thank you. I'll leave tomorrow morning. Tonks has the day off tomorrow and the next day so she will be here all day in case you need anything."

"Do you still take the potion beforehand?"

"Severus has continued to generously brew me the Wolfsbane potion."

"Then why don't you stay here? It's not like you're a threat if you've taken it."

"Severus is a talented Potions Master, Harry, but the Wolfsbane is extremely difficult to brew, and if anything is not correct in a single portion I will transform into a full-fledged monster and that is something I am not willing to risk with anyone around."

Harry nodded, he knew better than to argue with Lupin on this issue. Tonks came down a few minutes later wearing a pair of short shorts and a hot pink tank top. Lupin quickly excused himself and returned to his bedroom.

Tonks went about the kitchen finding herself breakfast. Harry caught himself staring as she bent over at the waist to retrieve a box of oatmeal, sticking he buttocks out and pulling the muscles in her legs taunt.

"Enjoy what you see, Potter?"

Busted.

"Er..." Harry's brain seemed to be in sloth mode as he tried to find something to say that would be anything less than incriminating.

Tonks stood up and shook her rear before she turned around and walked towards him swaying her hips exaggeratedly. "What would Remus say if he caught you undressing me with your eyes?" She teased causing Harry to blush the color of Griffindor Quiditch robes. Pouring hot water into her bowl of oats Tonks sat down across from Harry smiled saucily at him and began eating her breakfast.

"So tell me: what does the famous Harry Potter, The Boy who Lived, The Chosen One, like in a woman?"

Harry spit his tea back into his mug as she spoke the question. "What?"

"You know, do you like blondes?" She changed her hair to match, "brunettes?" Once again morphing the colour, "redheads?" Harry hitched his breath as her hair turned a sexy shade of scarlet, "Oh yes, definitely redheads." Harry blushed even more, if that was possible.

"What about eyes? Green? Blue? Hazel? Brown?" Her irises changing to match her choice.

"What about rare colours such as violet, grey, or amber? Nope definitely brown." Harry was in a constant flux between ogling at this red haired, brown eyed, goddess before him, and starting holes in the table with a beat red face.

"Freckles or no?"

Harry tried not to answer but his lips moved anatomically, "Freckles."

"Ooo! This is fun. Alright, Harry, now time for the good stuff. Do you like bigger breasts or smaller?"

"Tonks!"

"It's an honest question."

"No, I-" he was cut off as Tonks breasts appeared at least a cup size bigger, straining against the thin fabric of her tank-top. Harry's eyes were bugging out of his head before he jumped from his chair and ran from the kitchen with Tonks' peals of laughter resounding behind him.

Harry spent the day reading in the library while Tonks was at work. He thought he might have heard Lupin cross from his room to the toilet once but other than that the house was quiet. Kreacher hadn't shown his face since they moved in and Harry was content to not have to deal with the elf, not forgiving him for their last encounter, when the house elf had lied and told Harry that Sirius was at the Department of Mysteries. At half past five, Tonks stumbled through the front door awakening Mrs. Black's portrait. Harry put his book down and ran to assist Tonks in silencing the screeching painting.

"MUDBLOOD FILTH, FREAK, DISGRACE TO MY FAMILY'S NAME! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THIS HOUSE!-"

"I honestly think that there might be some Banshee somewhere along the Black family bloodline." Tonks said as they closed the curtains, "my mum has quite the pair of lungs as well, though she doesn't use them quite as often. Made for some nasty howlers."

"I'd hate to receive a howler from her." Harry said gesturing towards the portrait.

"Well if you don't behave yourself this year, Remus and I might be forced to have my dear great-auntie record a message just for you." Tonks smiled mischievously before walked in front of Harry, swaying her hips exaggeratedly.

"Speaking of Remus, how is he?"

"I don't know, he hasn't shown his face since breakfast."

"Hmm. Do you think he would eat supper if we fixed him some?"

"Again, I don't know. I haven't much practice caring for anyone, much less a werewolf."

"Well this will be a learning experience for both of us." She walked around the kitchen looking for something which she could prepare for supper. "Well, bullocks."

"What is it?"

"There's no food here, just ingredients."

Harry couldn't help but laugh, "how about I cook dinner and you go check on Remus and see if he's hungry?"

"Yeah, let's do that."

When Tonks came down again, Harry was flipping over the chicken breasts in the pan.

"Ooo, so you are a breast guy."

"Yeah, they're really good and-wait, Tonks!" Harry spun around flushing having realized what he was saying.

The Auror was leaning against the counter in giggles. Fuming, Harry turned back to the stove and focused on the task at hand and did his best to ignore the sexy, overly flirtatious, metamorphagus.

"So, Harry, since we have all of tomorrow to ourselves, how about we go get you something to wear that isn't either your school robes or hand-me-downs from your cousin?"

"Um, sure, that works."

"Have you ever gone shopping for anything that wasn't school related?"

"No. Well, I guess I went with Aunt Petunia and Dudley to get him stuff on occasion, but not to get things for myself."

"This will be fun then! We'll have to stay to muggle stores, it's too risky taking you out in wizarding stores, but that will give us plenty of money to spend; the exchange rate from galleons to pounds is heavily in our favor."

"Why do you want to go out?"

"Do you want to spend another whole day cooped up in this stuffy old house?"

Harry shook his head.

"That's what I thought, although you've lasted longer than I thought. Apparently, Sirius only lasted two days before he started begging Remus to take him for a walk as a dog."

Harry chuckled, the mental image of a large black dog scratching at the door whining with a leash in its mouth filling his mind. "Do you know if they ever did?"

"Go out on walks? Oh yes, I don't think they ever told anyone but me, but Remus and Sirius would often take walks together through a park or along the Thames."

"I'm glad. I know how much he hated this house."

"Mhm." She agreed as she set the table.

"Does Remus want anything?" He asked as he stirred the vegetables in the pan.

"Nah, said to tell you thanks for the offer, but he really isn't up for it."

"What took you so long up there?"

"I asked him if he thought it would be good to take you out tomorrow."

"What did he say?"

"He's fine with it. Said to avoid Diagon Alley, but that was about it...he really looks terrible."

Harry served up dinner and the two of them sat down to eat. Harry was grateful that Tonks didn't bring the topic of his preferences in girls back up, it was embarrassing enough the first time.

Harry awoke the next morning and walked downstairs. The house was quiet so he assumed that he was the only one awake. He was almost done frying some eggs when Tonks came in from outside having obviously been running and wearing tight fitting, athletic muggle clothing.

"Mmm. Let's eat quickly then I'll change and we can go out and give Remus his space."

"Okay," Harry said, he noticed that he was struggling keeping his eyes off Tonks as she walked around the kitchen. Unfortunately, so did she.

"Ah, you gotta love teenage boys." she teased.

Harry just blushed.

"Seriously, Harry, you need to get used to me being around and teasing you or else you're going to permanently stain you face red."

"Sorry, I'm trying. It's just none of the girls at school dress like you do and other than that my experience of living around women are my Aunt Petunia, Aunt Marge, and Mrs. Weasley, and none of them are exactly young."

"Well I refuse to walk around looking like Auntie Walburga just because you don't know how to handle being in close proximity with a woman."

"I can handle it." He defended.

"If you say so." She winked at him "I'm going to change, then we'll head out."

"Okay."

Their shopping trip was uneventful, in that they were not recognized or attacked, but highly active in the way that Tonks had managed to push, pull, heave, drag, maneuver and coercer Harry into what felt like every clothing department store in London. And by the end of the day Harry had paraded in front of Tonks wearing a wide variety of outfits for her to judge if they both fit correctly and suited him style and colour wise.

"Ooo! Try this one on." She said ecstatically handing Harry another button up shirt, this time a deep green.

"Tonks, I have eight of those shirts already, plus as many T-shirts." He said trying to convince her that he now owned more than enough clothing to get him through.

"But this one is so pretty, it would really bring out your eyes."

"So did the black one, and the two grey ones, and the green tie to go with them all."

"Your point being?"

"I think I have enough."

"Oh, you're no fun. It's only half-two, we still have the whole afternoon to spend."

"I don't need or want anything more, Tonks." He insisted.

"Fine, if you're certain that you're done, I guess now it's my turn."

Harry heaved a sigh as they walked through the door of 12 Grimmuald Place and dropped the bags of clothing to the floor instantly. His feet, back, and just about everything else were tired from the day's escapades. Tonks had drug Harry around for another two hours shopping for herself. Harry had no idea what she could possibly do with that many different sets of clothing. He was certain that she wouldn't need to do laundry for at least a year.

"Alright, Harry, I'm about done." Tonks said after purchasing yet another outfit consisting of a punk T-shirt and jeans.

"Finally," he groaned in reply.

"Aw come on now. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy today."

"Eh, it was all monotonous."

"Look at you using fancy words."

"Yeah well, I'm not illiterate, you know."

"Hmm, not according to what Hermione has told me. She said you don't hardly ever pick up your books."

"I do too!" Harry replied indignantly.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. I barely studied at Hogwartz either, too much else to do there."

"Yeah."

"Alright, I think I need to stop one more place." Tonks said excitedly.

"What more could you possibly need, Tonks?" Harry exasperated.

The pink haired witch turned her head with a maniacal grin, "I need some new lingerie."

Harry stuttered and gasped, did she just say that?

Tonks broke out in laughter, "Just teasing, kiddo, but I bet you'd like seeing me try some on."

"Please, Tonks." Harry raised his head to the ceiling and closed his eyes.

"I'd even go redhead for it."

The noise the boy made as he buried his face into his hands sounded as if Tonks had finally broken the young teenager. She grabbed his arm, "Alright, let's skip the lingerie this trip and get some food instead."

They left and grabbed takeout pizza to save them the hassle of making dinner when they got back and for that Harry was grateful. When they walked into Grimmauld Place, he was ready to eat something quick, then crawl into bed. Who knew shopping could be so exhausting? Then again, maybe it was just shopping with Tonks; the innuendos drove him bonkers, and he would be lying if he didn't think the outfits she tried on didn't look good on her, but seriously, Harry just knew that his face was permanently blushed.

He ate quickly, and Tonks volunteered to do the dishes and let Harry retreat to his bedroom. Flopping down on the scarlet mattress, Harry looked up at the canopy, the light of the full moon peeking through the drapes shinning on the wall across from him. Full moon. Lupin. He must have already left before they got back from shopping. Harry wished he had remembered and come back in time to see his old professor, and now guardian, off and wish him well. Harry remembered that night when he witnessed the werewolf transformation, how painfully agonizing Lupin's screams were that turned into howls. How Sirius had fought the werewolf off, saving Harry and his friends, but allowing Pettigrew to escape. Pettigrew, the traitorous rat who had sold out his parents and led to their deaths, framed Sirius and left him rotting in Azkaban until he escaped, who performed the ritual to bring Voldemort back. Voldemort, who killed his parents, tried to kill him four times, who deceived him into stupidly running to the Ministry of Magic where Sirius came to save him. Sirius, his godfather, he only knew him for those brief couple of years, but he meant everything to Harry, and he had led his godfather to his death…

Tears streaked Harry's cheeks. He saw Sirius fall through the veil and disappear. His heart was throbbing in agony as he watched his godfather die before his eyes yet again. He felt Lupin's arms holding him as he sobbed and screamed whispering softly in his ear:

"It's okay, Harry, it's okay."

That wasn't Lupin talking, it was Tonks. She held Harry close to her as she rocked the crying teen. Harry hadn't realized his cries had been audible, but Tonks was there comforting him.

Tears stained her own face, and her hair had fallen to a mousy brown as she cried with him,

"It's okay Harry.'"

"It's my fault, I'm sorry, Sirius, I'm sorry, please, please."

"Ssshh. It's not your fault, Harry, it's not your fault." Tonks cooed as she stroked his hair, "it's okay."