All it took was one innocent question. And then suddenly, my life was turned completely on its head, all thanks to Emily Morrigan, Victoire Weasley, and a question of love.

ONESHOT. Nymphadora Tonks lived a life of colours until Sirius died. What will it take to get them back? RR Please!

Remus tries to soften heartbreaking news with a brief suspension of reality.

Previously 'In Whatever Time We Have.' 'My fears, existent or not, are not the point' he yelled in return.'Then make them the point' she pleaded. 'God, Remus, for once in your life let yourself feel something for someone' Remus and Tonks talk.

Remus Lupin questions his fear over the war and his relationship with Tonks as Bill and Fleur's wedding is in preparation at the Burrow.

Oneshot! RemusTonks. It was an important mission for the Order. Vital, one might even say. They were asking her to infiltrate the Death Eaters. But first, Nymphadora Tonks would need to learn how to dance…

From 'Pillow Talk' to 'Just Desserts', Remus and Tonks find life together is filled with discussions and distractions. Assorted ficlets in flavours ranging from sweet to spicy.

Remus muses on reasons he loves Nymphadora. Something I couldn't get out of my head, please read and review :D

Sirius tries to play matchmaker for an ambivalent Remus and Tonks, but when everyone keeps overhearing everyone else's conversations, things get a little complicated as shapeshifters prove to be anything but predictable... Updated Sept 3, 2007

LupinTonks: In this moment, everything has changed.

A crucial evening in the recent life of Nymphadora Tonks, in which Tonks embarrasses herself, Remus is polite, and Sirius is drunk. Or at least, that's how she tells it. T for strong language & adult situations.

A TonksRemus parody with Rent! Anyone else notice any similarities between RT and the Roger and Mimi dynamic in the musical? Or am I simply mad! My first HP fic.

The meeting of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, in five ficlets.

A RemusTonks songfic. After brushing her teeth, Tonks headed for the door, stopping at the kitchen first to pour herself a glass of wine. Who cared that it was 11:00 in the morning? She certainly didn't.