Author's Note:

This is something that I was on the fence about doing, but I think it is something that needs to be addressed. The wolf is an important part of Remus' personality and of who he is inside and how it affects his life whether he wants to admit it or not which means that those wolfish tendencies and those wolfish traits are all part of his life. This includes things like being hormonal, the desire to find a mate, and wanting to feed. Remus can fight it as much as he wants, but we all know that eventually, he's going to cave.

I got some of this information from Pottermore on werewolves and some just from my own knowledge of fictional worlds, but I like to mix it in and see what you guys think. Also, I've always loved the Roman story about the twins Remus and Romulus and I've always liked the idea of when Remus was working in the Order and was undercover that he had to use a codename so, I think Romulus is perfect. Like I said, Remus is stubborn, as we all know, and he's hardly going to move in on Tonks when he's still insisting that she's a child (even though she's clearly not) but I did say from the get-go that I love them together so it will be coming — eventually.

Review and Comments: To E-Dett: Haha, yes, Remus doing Remus things indeed. Thank you! To Claire Fraser: Thank you for saying Sirius, Harry, and Neville playing is so cute. Yes, Thea is expecting her first child. As to Tonks, no, she is not going to let it slide that Remus kissed her brains out and then walked away, but Remus is very stubborn! Thanks for the second review! I will update soon! To ginnyweasley777: Thank you very much! I look forward to sharing more Remadora as the story progresses. To geekymom: Thank you! To annagardner11: Thank you, but I can promise you, my good sex scenes have yet to come! To alix33: Sirius definitely spoils McGonagall and would buy her gold earrings in Florence without question. Sirius has spotted the crush between Remus and Tonks, but he hasn't commented on it yet. Remus will learn he's making a mistake. To M: Yes, Remus does need to be smacked upside the head. But in his mind, Tonks still has winter term left at Hogwarts which means she's too young for him. Sirius will try, but Remus is stubborn! Thank you!

To Guest: Sirius sis definitely smirking in the background while Remus crushes on Tonks lol. I love having Remus call her Nymphadora and she doesn't even blink an eye. It is a lot for Remus to deal with, the age gap and the werewolf thing. To Guest: Chamber is still a long way off, but we will see more of Ginny, yes, and her relationship with others. Thank you. To AV230305: Thank you very much! I really enjoy writing Harry being loved and cared for. I have no plans on abandoning the story. Thank you! As to the oral sex, there will be lots of it and lots more smut to come. To coloredwords: Yup, Remus is a wimp and running scared. They will get together sooner than in canon, but not yet. Sirius will find something or someone to do while Harry is at school, don't worry! Thank you!

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CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE:

The One Where Remus Learns He Has A Mate

The day after Christmas, Harry was playing in the front yard building a snowman and he turned to smile at Mrs Morrison, the elderly neighbour who lived next door as she made her way up the drive.

"Happy Christmas, Mrs Morrison," he said smiling at her.

Mrs Morrison smiled back. "Happy Christmas, Harry. Did Santa bring you everything you wanted?"

He grinned. "It was a great Christmas."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Is your father home?"

Harry nodded and hurried to the front door, tugging it open. "Uncle Sirius!"

Sirius poked his head up from the chesterfield. "What's a matter?"

"Mrs Morrison is here to see you."

Sirius frowned at that. The elderly couple had lived next door to them since his Uncle Alphard had owned the cottage and Sirius could count on one hand how many times he had spoken to them. The neighbours were close enough if one needed help, but far enough away that one couldn't see them or be forced to be social unless confronted, a fact he rather enjoyed most about Black Cottage. The Morrisons were kind enough, in their nineties, and had two grown sons who lived in Australia. He had always liked them he just hadn't gone out of his way to be overly neighbourly to them. He stood up as Mrs Morrison stepped into the house.

"Happy Christmas, Margaret," he said kindly. "Please come in and have a seat. That's a long walk you ventured on."

She waved her hand at him. "Oh, pish-posh, it took me ten minutes," she said, taking a seat in the armchair. "Your boy is very polite."

"Good," he said smiling. "I'm raising him right. What can I do for you, Margaret? Would you like a cup of tea?"

Mrs Morrison shook her head, smiling kindly at him. "No, no, I don't want to disturb you. I just wanted to let you know that Matthew and Michael bought us a flat out in Sydney. They gave it to us for Christmas yesterday. It was quite the surprise."

"I'll say. I know your sons have been hoping that you would move to be closer to them."

She nodded, a small smile on her lips. "I know, but George and I have lived here in Devon our entire lives. Moving at our age… well, it's something you can't quite imagine."

He smiled warmly at her. "I guess not."

Mrs Morrison smiled. "I wanted to let you know that we'll be heading out by mid January and we're putting the cottage up for sale. Jennifer Berry, our realtor, will be around over the next bit as she works to sell the house."

"Is this what you and George want, Margaret?"

She smiled. "Our eldest grandson is getting married in the spring. We'd like to be closer to our family. We just wanted to let you know to watch out for the realtor and not to be alarmed when you didn't see us around anymore."

Sirius nodded. "Thank you for the heads up and congratulations to you and your family."

Mrs Morrison nodded, "Thank you. Also, the realtor is from the Ministry of Magic so hopefully she will find another magical family to take over the cottage. This area has strictly been wizards for almost the last century. We've come to value or privacy from the Muggles."

He grinned. "I'm sure this Miss Berry will do just fine." He helped Mrs Morrison stand up and adjust her coat and hat. "Are you all right to get home?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm ninety-two, not dead."

Sirius chuckled as he watched her mosey down the drive and say goodbye to Harry. Harry's snowman was massive and he grinned in amusement as he watched his godson drag a large ladder out from the side of the house in an attempt to put the head into place.

"Want some help, Harry?"

Harry shook his head, grinning widely. "Nah, I got it!"

Sirius smirked as he watched him struggle, but twenty minutes later he did it. The snowman stood six feet tall and was quite impressive looking. Harry had put a top hat on his head and used small pebbles for the face, a twig for a nose, and entwined an old scarf of Remus' around the neck.

Sirius stretched his arms up over his head and smiled, leaving Harry to his own devices. He had a new years party to plan.

~ ASC ~

The day before the Christmas holidays ended, Remus was sitting in his kitchen drinking tea when the fireplace lit up. He leaned against the doorjamb in his black jumper and blue jeans, a smile on his face at the thought of why Harry had come to visit him. His eyes widened in alarm when he saw Tonks stumble out.

"Nymphadora!" he exclaimed in surprise, almost spitting out his tea.

Tonks dusted herself off. She was in tight blue jeans, black boots, and a purple jumper that seemed to accentuate her small, yet firm, round breasts. Her 'Tonks' choker was around her neck and her hair was partly pinned back away from her face and she looked beautiful. She was nibbling on her bottom lip and the sight of her made him ache with a need for her that he couldn't fully explain.

"Hi, Remus."

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice coming out a little angrier than he had intended.

He hadn't seen or spoken to her since he had kissed her against the side of her house on Christmas Day. But he certainly had thought about her. He'd thought about kissing her — about doing a hell of a lot more than kissing her, if he was honest with himself. The image of her flushed cheeks and those long lashes fluttering closed crossed his brain and he promptly ignored it.

Tonks walked over to him, taking his tea from his hands and helping herself to a sip. "I wanted to talk to you before the New Years Party at Sirius' tonight."

"Do your parents know that you're here?" Remus asked, his eyes on hers.

Tonks rolled her eyes. "You do know that I am not a little girl, Remus. I'm seventeen. I don't need to tell them my every move. But yes, they know that I went out to see a friend."

Remus swallowed slowly, moving into the kitchen and putting his tea cup on the counter. He placed his hands on the countertop for a moment before he turned to face her, but when he turned around she was standing directly in front of him, so close that he could feel her body heat.

"What are you doing here?"

Tonks reached out and boldly slid her hands into the back pockets of Remus' jeans. "I wanted to see you."

Remus carefully pried her hands loose; the feel of her hands on his bum was not making this feeling any easier for him. "Look, Nymphadora… we were caught up in the game; in the moment. What happened the other day, it's not going to happen again."

Tonks smirked at him and stepped closer so that her body gently brushed his as she placed her hands on either side of the counter, effectively trapping him between her and the counter as she looked up at him. "I asked you to kiss me and you did."

"I-I… it's not going to happen again."

She smiled at him, moving one hand to gently place it on his hip. "I've been thinking about that kiss for days. No one has ever kissed me like that."

Remus' golden orbs had widened at her words and when her hand slid back into his back pocket and squeezed his bum, he silently cursed his eager cock. "Stop," he told her, grabbing her hand and pushing her away from him. "You're a child and you're playing a dangerous game that you do not understand."

"I am not a child," she shot back. "I'm an adult and I can make my own choices! You're the one acting like a child, Remus. I want you to kiss me again."

"It's not going to happen."

Tonks took another step towards him, close enough so that he could feel her without her actually touching him. "Kiss me, Remus. I know that you want to."

He shut his eyes, willing his breathing to even out and when his golden brown eyes met her grey ones, there was steel in the gaze. "I don't make the same mistake twice."

She jolted back as if he had slapped her.

"Now go on home before you embarrass yourself," he insisted sternly. He hated the sound of his own voice, professor-like and full of authority. "I'll pretend this never happened for both our sakes."

Tonks merely glared at him and then she stormed out of the kitchen. Remus heard the Floo light up and he let out a sigh of relief.

She was gone.

And he had never wanted anyone so much in his entire life.

Closing his eyes, he unzipped his jeans and quickly sated himself where he stood, remembering the feel of her hands on his butt; he groaned.

He was definitely in trouble.

~ ASC ~

Remus stretched his arms above his head when he returned from Sirius' New Year's Eve Party later that night. Tonks had been there and he had felt her eyes on him more than once, but he had been determined not to meet her gaze. She had looked incredible in the gold gown she had worn. It had been a very low v-neck that outlined the sides of her breasts and left her back completely bare. He had almost swallowed his tongue when she had turned to face him and he had caught sight of her dress.

According to Sirius, Andromeda had picked it out claiming that it was the dress of a woman and Remus had wondered what the hell her mother was thinking allowing her daughter to look so fucking sexy. The sides of those creamy breasts danced along the v of her dress and it took everything Remus had not to stare at them; not to imagine tasting them and he cursed himself — and then he cursed Andy for letting her wear it.

The Christmas holidays were now over. He wouldn't see her again until her eighteenth birthday in six months, surely that would be sufficient time for him to stop him from thinking about her, to stop imagining the feel of those lips pressed against his, to stop imagining how good it would feel to just sink deep into her, to hold those creamy thighs while he thrusted himself into her over and over and over again.

She had only grown more beautiful and now that he knew what she tasted like, how good it felt to kiss her — he had to work even harder to keep his distance. He'd tried to keep his eyes off of her as much as possible and he wasn't sure that he'd succeeded, especially when their eyes had met once during dinner. When he said goodbye, she'd brushed against him and the smouldering look in her gaze had been enough to set him on edge for the rest of the night.

He stepped into his bedroom, contemplating taking a long hot shower before he went to bed, flicking his wand to light up the room and his eyes widened in disbelief.

They very woman of his thoughts was stretched out on his bed wearing nothing but pale purple satin knickers and a matching bra. She was smiling seductively at him.

"I thought that you'd never come home," she told him, her hand sliding down her stomach and gently slipping a finger beneath the satin.

Remus licked his lips. "Nymphadora, you shouldn't be here."

She smiled at him and hopped off of the bed to stand in front of him. "Oh, we both know that I really should. You want me to be here." She reached for the hem of his jumper and tugged it over his head. "You have too many clothes on."

Remus closed his eyes and willed his mind to work. "Nymphadora, you need to go home. You don't know what you're doing."

Her hands moved to his belt and she quickly unfastened it and then her hand was inside and holding him and he was fairly afraid that he was whimpering at the contact.

"I do know what I'm doing," she whispered, her lips moving to his throat as she stroked him.

Remus lost all control and he grabbed her, kissing her deeply, kissing to bruise, and her arms wrapped around his neck as he let out a moan so lust-filled that he was positive he wouldn't last. He lifted her hips and those long legs wrapped around his waist and he moved to the bed, dropping her onto it and leaning over her, his lips never leaving hers.

She tugged on his shirt, unbuttoning it, and her hands spread across his bare chest eagerly as he nipped at her lips. She pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and his mouth found the swell of her breast, kneading and suckling her through the satin as she moaned.

Her narrow fingers gripped him firmly and he gasped as he helped her push his jeans down, desperate for her to touch him. For her hands to finally be on him like he had imagined for months.

"Nymphadora," he whispered.

Her grey eyes met his, a secret smile on her lips, and then she bent her head and took him between those plump pink lips.

Remus' eyes flew open, his hand gripping his cock, surprising himself as he came. Fuck, he thought, sweat beating down his neck as he finished himself off and then reached for his wand to clean himself up.

She was haunting his dreams.

He remembered how she had tasted like honey and the thought of just how good her skin tasted made him groan and curse himself. He had never before in thirty years had such an intense sexual dream about anyone.

But he couldn't get her out of his mind.

Seeing her tonight, dressed up in that soft gold dress, her hair pulled back in a bun; he'd had a sudden image of sliding beneath the dinner table, spreading those legs, and feasting on her instead of the meal.

He sat up, dragging his fingers through his hair. He needed to stop thinking about her. He needed something to distract him from thoughts of her. He tugged on pyjama pants and made his way into the living room, grabbing the book that he had been reading, but he found his attention wasn't there.

Instead, he found himself moving to find ink and parchment and he began to write. He didn't even know if he could help him, but for the first time in almost a decade, Remus found himself full of questions about being a werewolf.

Adrian,

I know it's been almost a decade since you've heard from me. You know I was never into living the life of the pack, but was always more of a solo act. However, I am feeling full of questions that I think only a fellow wolf can answer. Questions that you tried to give me answers to years ago and ones that I refused to listen to.

I never wanted to know about werewolves. I was convinced that I already knew about the pain and the suffering that I was forced to endure every month when I transformed; about the side effects and the little quirks like preferring red meat or being hot-blooded or having an increased sense of smell. I thought that what I knew was enough but… you were right, I need to know more.

Every winter, my body goes through that hormonal surge — that five or ten days when I am so sexually charged that it almost hurts to wear clothing, but I've experienced this since I was thirteen, and I'm used to it. I know how to deal with it. But lately… lately I've been having such vivid sexual dreams; wet dreams where I wake up on the brink of or just after having an orgasm. This hasn't happened to me since I was a teenager. I guess, I'm wondering, is this a phase that the wolf goes through like some form of second puberty? It's been months now and nothing I seem to do will stop it from happening.

Is this a wolf thing?

What does it mean?

Romulus

He sent the letter off; hoping that by some miracle an answer would be provided for him from the members of the pack that he had once lived with while working undercover in the Order of the Phoenix during the war. What he was experiencing couldn't possibly be normal? His thoughts and his fantasies about Nymphadora were getting completely out of hand, almost obsessive. His body certainly didn't care that she was seventeen, he thought.

He made his way into the bathroom for an ice cold shower.

When he woke up in the morning, he was surprised to have already heard back.

Romulus,

I think we should meet up in person and discuss this in detail. Do you even know what the body of a wolf goes through as the wolf ages? We need to talk.

The Top Hat, 3 PM.

It wasn't signed. Remus stared at it for the longest moment and for the first time in months, he felt relief course through him. He was finally going to figure out what was wrong with him.

When he arrived at The Top Hat at ten to three, he didn't recognize anyone as he took his seat and ordered two pints. But the moment he walked in, he felt the prickle at the base of his neck.

Adrian Roberts, the alpha of the pack that he had run with years before in his attempts to discover their loyalties during the war. The man had taught him things about being a wolf that he hadn't even known before. How to hone his senses; how to keep control of the wolf when he changed. He had been incredibly grateful to him even as he had been horrified by the violence that he allowed his pack to do.

They didn't intentionally set out to harm people, it was true.

They isolated themselves in their own communities, but during the moon they were running free in the mountains and embracing the wolf. Remus had run free with them once; feeling elated and feeling as if he was one with the animal inside of him. But his fear of getting loose and of hurting someone had been too strong and the moment the Order had disbanded, he had cut all ties with the pack without a single regret.

He nodded at Adrian when he sat down across from him. He was in his late forties, dark hair and blue eyes. "Thanks for meeting me."

Adrian nodded, taking a drink from the pint the waitress brought. "I'll admit I was surprised to hear from you. It's been inside of ten years."

"I know. I like to be alone, you know that."

Adrian stared at him for a moment over his beer. "Well, Romulus, that I do know. But like I've said before, the pack is always here when you need us. We're not all like Greyback."

Remus nodded gratefully. He knew that too. "I know and I thank you for it. It's why I reached out."

Adrian leaned back in his seat, his eyes on Remus as if he was trying to assess him. "You're using the potion."

Remus' eyes sharpened in surprise. "How could you possibly know that?"

"I can feel it. It's like you've tamed the wolf inside of you."

"I keep my mind when I change. It's rather enlightening to do it actually, but I don't for one second feel like the wolf has been tamed in any way," Remus explained. "I can still feel it there, fighting and clawing at me for freedom."

Adrian nodded. "To each their own, Romulus. Now, as to what you were writing to me about. Are you saying that you've been feeling your hormonal surge longer than the usual yearly hit?"

Remus blushed, but nodded. The embarrassment of discussing something so personal wasn't as important to him as finding out why. "Yes, and no. I can tell it's different, but… I haven't been dealing with this kind of thing since I went through puberty."

"Tell me about the dreams," Adrian said, bringing his beer to his lips. "Are they always the same?"

Remus shook his head, his ears flushed as he spoke. "No. Different every time, but she's always there and when she pleasures me I wake up from the dream as if it had been real. That's where I'm starting to lose my mind."

"She?" Adrian asked, his eyes wide as he leaned in across the table. "Is it always the same woman?"

Remus nodded, sipping his own beer. "Yeah, is that significant?"

Adrian smiled now. "I'll say. At first I thought that maybe you were experiencing a lack of pack mentality — no opportunity to shag other wolves, which can sometimes happen when you isolate yourself, but if these dreams are always about the same woman, than this is something entirely different. Have you met her? Do you know who she is?"

"Yeah, I know who she is," Remus said, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that significant?"

"Have you shagged her outside of your dreams?"

"No!" Remus exclaimed, his eyes wide. "It would be very inappropriate for me to do so. I kissed her once and… well… I think that made it worse because now I know what she tastes like."

Adrian grinned. "Does your blood hum when she's in the same room as you?"

Remus swallowed carefully as he remembered that vibration that had seemed to reverberate through him when she was near; how his body immediately would stand at attention. "Yeah."

"Romulus, you've found your mate."

"My — what?"