Hello everyone! Well Did you read latest Remus's biography on Pottermore exclusively by J.k.r? Do read, it explains all about him and Tonks that was not mentioned in detail in books. I was so happy because it actually mentions how much Remus loved Tonks, because in so many anti-Tonks fic it is shown that he just married her because of her persuasion or something (which I loathed). But coming directly from J.k.r, is solid proof. Not that I ever doubted his feelings for Tonks.. :)

Anyways, do have a look and then tell me how do you feel about it?

Here's the next chapter.I do not own Harry Potter

As the last rays of moon vanished from sky, he thanked Merlin it was finally over. Even though transformation back to human was less painful than transformation to wolf, it did hurt. Having your bones snapped and shape into another creature and then again changing back, when he hadn't even recovered from first transformation, within a duration of few hours, was excruciatingly painful. He could only imagine what had been happening inside his body for past 30 years, how his various organs must change brutally to accommodate the monstrous wolf within him.

One would think that as he was doing this for so many years, he would have got used to the pain now. But how can one get used to pain? It still hurts like hell, like having your body on fire. It looks like hundreds 'crucio' combined. He still dreaded full moon like he dreaded when he was a child. But now along with the pain of transformation, there was always a burden, a nagging worry of what would happen if he by any means escaped, he feared the power of destruction he had within himself.

He dragged himself, from floor, barely having the strength to stand and walk even to cover the 10 seconds distance to the bed. He had transformed this time in one of the spare rooms of Grimmalud place itself, seeing as this place was empty, as no Order meeting was to take place that night, except for Kreacher and Sirius. They weren't in danger because, well, Kreacher stayed away from 'half breed blood thirsty monster' as far as he can and well Sirius always had the advantage of being an animagus. He had warned Tonks of not even thinking to step in this place at full moon and had promised her that if she did so, he would never transform here and had emotionally blackmailed her that he would be then spending full moons in some cold, lonely, dangerous wood. She had relented, knowing her, as him being alone was the last thing she wanted. Though, she hadn't missed the opportunity to grumble under her breath that 'he was perfectly harmless seeing that he had been taking his potion anyway'. Still, he didn't wanted to risk, especially on her life.

He got under the bed, all the while tightly clenching his teeth, even though his teeth ached too, to keep himself from screaming from pain. All these years, he might not have got used to pain, but he had got used to tolerating it. He gingerly got under sheets, knowing well, he would be staining them with blood, as even with potion he had managed to get some odd deep scratches, as well as he suspected some broken bones in his hands, while he was changing into the wolf. But it was nothing, that couldn't be healed, though, he just didn't had the strength to do anything. If it hadn't been for Tonks, he wouldn't even have bothered to get up from floor. He summoned his clothes, pajama bottoms and shirt, and used a spell he had learned in his teenage days to get dressed, as it was extremely painful sometimes to do it manually, specially with broken bones!

Why had he allowed Dora to come and visit him when even breathing hurts?

Because she wanted, his inner voice answered. He wondered, when had he lost the ability to say her no, and rather saying yes to everything she wanted.

When he had said he was a sight after full moon, he hadn't meant only physically, he had also meant that emotionally also he was a state. What with every fiber of his being feeling as if it was on fire, raised within him the bitterness that he had learned long ago to let go. He was bitter at these times, Merlin so bitter. What had he done to deserve this? He had been just a normal little child of five years old and yet he hardly knew how life actually felt when one was not a werewolf. He would have been so happy, only if his life wasn't plagued by full moon. If he could stroll under full moon just like every other person. He would never have to bother that just a slip, just a little mistake and he would end up biting someone, and there was a chance that someone could be his loved one.

He closed his eyes and wondered what to do. There were still about 40 minutes for Tonks to come and well as exhausted he was he would have loved to sleep but the problem was that the pain of transformation prevented him from sleeping. Generally, the pain will fade in an hour and behind will remain only weakness, tiredness and dull ache. Then he could probably sleep for hours, without any bother.

With closed eyes, he tried to ignore the pain, tried to ignore the brutality of his life, tried to ignore the monster he had not only just witnessed but had rather experienced within himself.

The door creaked open, he looked up in time to see Tonks entering with apprehensive look on her face along with a largest cup of chocolate he had ever seen, and he smiled despite himself.

"You're early." he said in a hoarser voice than usual and tried to sound stern, but how can he when he was so please to see her, see her face which made him forget his pain even if for a moment?

She smiled sheepishly. "Mmm, sorry?"

He chucked which turned into a cough, his throat was parched. She came quickly to his side place the mug on the bedside table and sat down next to him. She peered at him worriedly.

"Water?" she whispered as if speaking loudly will send him into another fit of coughs. He nodded at her and she conjured a glass and filled it with water. She slowly helped him by supporting his head and he drank it all in two gulps. He knew she was trying very hard to not to act so as to make him awkward or uncomfortable.

He felt bad for her would be understatement. She already had so many things to worry, he had not wanted to add to them. She looked at him lovingly, brushed slight wet hairs, drenched with sweat, from his face and blew cold air on his forehead. He closed his eyes in contentment and swallowed the lump in his throat. He was not used to such tender care. He felt bad for her, for him. Only if he weren't a werewolf, he would never have to worry about implications of their relationship. He would have been able to propose her, without a worry. Thinking this he nearly cried because, well, because he was a sentimental emotional fool after full moon mornings and because he may never to able to spend his life with her in the way he deserves, the way she deserves. They could never be a carefree couple when their relationship was ruled by moon. He nearly wanted to 'aww', but this time not on her, on himself. Not out of cuteness but because of pity. The kind of aww people exclaim when they see something extremely pitiful.

He patted the place next to him indicating her to sit. She took of her boots off and climbed next to him but instead of lying next to him, she sat crossed legs. When he looked at her questioningly, she gingerly picked his head and placed it in his lap, seeing what she wanted, he adjusted himself in her lap. It was almost as good as lying next to her. He took her hand in his to place kisses on it, apparently forgetting his hand were broken, and he winced at the sudden pain that coursed from his arm to all over his body. Care in her eyes changed to alarm.

"What is it?"

"Just my hand, broken bones..." he said clenching his teeth. How he wished that she wouldn't have to watch him so weak.

She took out her wand and placed it on his hand bone lightly and furrowed her brow as if she was steeling herself from the pain that he would feel. She took a deep breath and muttered a bone mending spell and winced with him when his bone snapped back to shape. This time he pulled her head, with the same hand, near his lips and gave as strong kiss as he could muster to show his gratitude that she was here with him, and not running away.

She looked lovingly at him, stroking side of his face. "Do you want to have hot chocolate?" she said pointing towards the mug.

He shook his head. "Not yet, just stay with me." he whispered, taking hold of her free hand and placing her hand on his chest. She leaned forward, kissed him on forehead and with her free hand, she waved at the mug, placed a prevention spell on it.

"Are you hurt any where else?" she asked in a hoarse voice and cleared her throat. She didn't waited for his response, removed the covers up to his waist slowly and looked herself. He turned away his face, he knew his shirt would be covered in blood. What would she think of him, that he didn't even had ounce of strength to heal it? He felt exposed, clothed yet naked in front of her. He was a man, for Merlin's sake not a tiny baby who needs to be taken care of. But then again, he wasn't angry at her. She just wanted to help. He was angry at himself, at his life, at Greyback, at society, at world in general!

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, and for one second he let himself imagine that the situation was different. She was doing it out of passion, out of affection to feel his skin, and not because she needed to heal his injuries. He was scarred, how will she take that? He was specially thin immediately after transformation, seeing as his own body's excess fat was consumed in the process of transformation, it took him about two days to fully recover and be healthy, well as healthy as a werewolf can be. He had not wanted for her to see his body first time in such a way. Though he hardly considered himself handsome, but ye could be presentable enough to at least please his own girlfriend. She was so beautiful and he was... Tainted.

He had averted his eyes and had them shut, because he did not possessed the strength to look into her eyes fearing what he might see. He was sure he won't see anything like disgust, she was not so shallow, what he feared seeing was pity. She slowly with care healed all his deep gashes and scratches, and cleaned the sticky blood. Suddenly he was startled out of his thoughts when he felt something warm and oddly familiar on his freshly healed wounds... Her lips.

He looked at her and found her leaning on his chest and kissing his wounds as well as she can while his head was in her lap.

"What are you doing?" he asked her a little breathless.

She looked up at him, the tender loving gentle care in her eyes almost was enough to well up his own eyes. He need not have feared. Pity was the last thing she felt, all she had in her eyes were love and care laced with a little worry.

"Kissing it better." she placed her hands at both side of his face and looked him square in the eye with utmost sincerity. "You are beautiful. Seriously, did you thought, that I would think low of you, that you would appeal less to me, after I see you like this and your scars? I have more scars than these Remus, and the reasons I have them is downright stupid. Because I am clumsy, or keep falling. But you? You have scars because you have been fighting, your scars symbolizes your braveness and if anything, you appeal to me even more now."

He was dumbstruck. How had he ever managed to get her? What good work had he done in his life to deserve her? He took her hand that was lightly caressing his exposed chest and placed it above his heart, which was beating like mad. He could have sworn, his heartbeat had never raced so fast in all his life.

"I love you." he whispered very lightly and softly, trying to show her through his eyes how much he loved. He was taking a leap of faith. She froze and her hand tightened a tad on his chest. She was staring at him wide eyed, gaping.

"What did you say?" she whispered too, as if daring herself that she had indeed heard right.

"I love you, Dora, I love you. I always have. Probably from the moment I set on my eyes on you. I love you from all my heart and life, for what it's worth. I love you so much that it's almost tangible. I love you, Merlin, I love you." now that he had got words out of his mouth, he couldn't stop himself from repeating them again and again. He became a bit apprehensive because she was still staring at him in a way as if he was a wonder of wizarding world. He hesitantly placed tips of his fingers on her cheeks, she blinked and kept blinking when he saw with a pang that her eyes were brimming with tears. He tried to get up, had he said something wrong? But she halted him and chuckled, lightly at first, which grew into a hearty laugh that the whole cold room filled with a bit of warmth.

"Merlin Remus! Why you waited so long? God, I love you too, like mad, I love you more than you could possibly know." she rested her forehead against his. The way their eyelashes entwined, that tears from her eyes flowed from his, was almost poetic.

And when those three words spilled from her lips, he forgot the acute pain in his body, forgot that he was the werewolf, forgot that he was in a cold room where he had just spent a horrendous night, all he saw, all he remembered was her. He wiped the remaining tears from her face. He pulled her head towards him to meet her lips and he kissed her fervently, and the way in which she responded, made his heart soar and his blood sing. He pulled away to breathe seeing as his body needed oxygen. The position they were in, prevented him from feeling her whole body next to him, but for once he was content with her taking over. This time she leaned forward and peppered kisses all over his face, on his forehead, hairline, temples, cheeks, jaw, nose, eyelids, corners of mouth, chin and then lips.

"As much as I would love to keep doing this, I brought something for you." she said and searched deep within her pockets and pulled out a small vial. "Its potion-cum-oil, for muscle ache."

"Another of your brews?"

"Well yes, I looked it up in one of the most renowned potion books, it's very effective, seeing as I tired it on myself first. I couldn't poison you, now can I, or give you some irritating allergy? Without confirming if it's safe..." she trailed off busy in pulling the cork of vial and he stared at her in amazement.

Werewolves will be probably poisoned by many, all knowingly, but she had tested it on herself first, if her brew was completely safe. She tried to transfer his risk to herself, so that he would not be harmed or discomforted. Merlin, she was a wonder woman.

"Dora, are you mad? Please don't do so in future, what if you harm yourself unintentionally. I am perfectly fine by pain but I don't want even one ounce of pain on you."

Her eyes softened."Don't worry Remus, it had no poisonous ingredients." She then proceeded by taking applying the potion on his forehead and the effect was almost instantaneous. The oil almost got absorbed into his skin, and her fingers worked magic on his forehead and temples. He gave a tiny sigh when he felt the pain leaving his head and face. He suspected though that the effect was as much due to her fingers as much it was due to her brew. As she stoked his temples, skin behind his ears, place where his neck met with shoulders, pain left his body as if it was never there. When she was done, he looked up at her and whispered words of his gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart."

She looked pleased. He nuzzled her stomach, and he buried his head in her stomach, wrapping his arms around her, taking deep breaths. He had never felt so good just after full moon and he was ready to even duel. He loved magic! and her!

He felt Tonks planting kiss at the back of his head and placing her cheek above his head.

"Do you feel like sleeping, now?" He pulled away from his place and sat up. "Just a minute." and he took the cup she had brought for him and almost ravishing the hot chocolate at once. He then proceed by burying his one hand in her purple hair and snaking his other arm around her torso, giving her a very chocolaty kiss to which she responded enthusiastically.

"I have never felt so happy and healthy after full moon, all thanks to you. Your presence is enough to drain away all the gloom and doom from my life."

"It was entirely selfish on my part. 'coz if you are happy, I am happy."

With that he laid down back of bed, pulling her with him, and he discarded his open shirt, all over, his initial self-consciousness and hesitancy had vanished due to her sensitivity. He wanted to feel her as much as he can. He wrapped his arms around her, placed his head next to her on the same pillow and laying his stubbled cheek next to her soft ones, kissing her cheek and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight Dora."

"Goodnight Remus."

She was his sunshine, she brought warm glow in his life and soul. He let sleep claim him. It was the most peaceful sleep after transformation of his life.

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