Disclaimer: I don't own the story or anything you recognise in it. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling and I am merely borrowing it, with plans to return it all unharmed. Well sorta

A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction, so please be nice. Hope you like it. (BTW - Sorry bout the title. It came to my mind and wouldn't leave)

There's Something About Remus

You know those mornings when you're awakened by something really random and it just makes you want to scream because you were having one of those perfect dreams. You know the ones I mean, the ones that are the exact picture of how your perfect life should be and even though you're lucid enough to know you're only dreaming, you're still sleepily naive enough to believe that maybe it could be your reality. And it doesn't matter whether you're dreaming about your perfect wedding or just finding the perfect pair of shoes, everything goes exactly to plan and you feel so robbed when your ideal universe dissolves into nothing and you wake up to the real world. You lay there for ages, desperately trying to re-enter that faultless little universe but even if you get there it doesn't feel the same and your left a little heartbroken that your perfect life slipped through your grasp again.

That's how I felt this morning, except it was my own stupid fault that I was ripped from my wonderful reverie. I didn't need to open my eyes to see that I'd forgotten to draw the curtains on my window, I could feel the evidence on my face as the warm early morning summer rays caressed my cheeks and annoyed my closed eyes. The sunlight had somehow filtered through the endless grime on my window and was filling my tiny room at Grimmauld Place with a shimmering orange glow, even though it was probably ridiculously early. I knew I should get up, there wasn't even the slightest possibility of getting back to sleep with the room this bright, but I was fighting waking with every fibre of my being. If I could just kept my eyes closed for a couple more minutes I might've been able to slip back into that wonderful dream, but alas, it was not meant to be. With a sigh, I gently rolled onto my back and with a stretch and a yawn I slowly began to open my eyes, squinting when the brightness became too much to bear.

Through bleary eyes I glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed. Ugh... 5:02, I could've slept for another 2 hours if only I'd remembered to draw those damn curtains. Another 2 hours of perfect dreams about me and Remus Lupin. I'd met Remus at my first Order meeting 3 weeks ago and ever since then I've dreamt about him almost every night.


I tapped my foot as I waited impatiently at MacDee's cafe. Kingsley had told me to be here at 6:00 on the dot so that he could take me to my first order meeting. It was 6:22 when I saw him casually stroll into the cafe.

"Hey Tonks, you ready," he asked as he approached the table I was sitting at.

"I was ready 20 minutes ago Kingsley. I can't believe you've made me late to my first meeting, now they'll think I'm unreliable or something," I retorted angrily.

"Calm down Tonks, the meeting doesn't start til 7. I told you to come early so that we'd have some time to talk, maybe calm your nerves a bit before it started but something came up and I apologise for being late," he drawled in his smooth voice and I immediately felt bad for jumping down his throat. "Headquarters is only a few blocks from here so we'll walk. Now follow me or we really will be late," he added before turning around and walking out of the cafe.

I left my coffee and some muggle money on the table before hurrying to catch up with him.

"Hey wait up King, not all of us have long legs like you," I shouted as I practically ran to keep pace with him, taking twice as many steps as his long strides.

"What are you complaining about? You could easily morph a pair longer than mine and be ahead of me in no time, couldn't you," he asked quizzically.

"That is so not the point," I exasperatedly sighed, "besides long legs would look completely unnatural."

"Because pink hair looks so natural," he retorted cheekily. He turned to look at me, with a smirk on his face. "Speaking of which," he said, "where is said pink hair tonight?"

I turned away from his questioning gaze before saying, "I thought I'd go 'au naturel' tonight. It might appease some of the older order members, don't want to shock them too much on my first night."

Kingsley looked at me with a dazed expression on his face. "You do know that the order's not made up of a bunch of pretentious old fogeys, right? You should stop worrying about making a good impression and just be yourself. You're nervous as it is without trying to be someone you're not."

I nodded my acknowledgement to him as we crossed the street but he continued to look at me strangely. He was staring at my hair as if I had snakes growing out of my scalp and cascading down my back instead of my natural brown locks. I had to ask.

"You're starting to freak me out Kingsley, what's wrong?"

"I just didn't know that that was your natural hair colour," he said, "I thought Blacks had, well, black hair."

I stared at him defiantly before morphing my hair a fiery red colour and saying "I'm a Tonks, not a Black," as I charged ahead down the street. I hated when people associated me with the family I tried so hard to pretend I didn't have. I stopped when I reached the corner and waited for Kingsley to catch up.

"Tonks, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you," Kingsley said when he approached. I turned to look at his guilty face before replying, "I know."

"Is that why you stopped charging off?" he asked.

"No," I said before smiling guiltily at him, "I realised I didn't know where I was going."

I morphed my hair to pink while he shook his head and laughed before directing me around the corner. I followed him in silence, only tripping once over a dip in the pavement, before we stopped in front of a morbid looking building. He handed me small piece of parchment

The order of the Phoenix

May be found at

Number 12 Grimmauld Place

I crumpled up the piece of paper and muttered and 'incendio' charm to turn it to ash before thinking about what was written on the note. All of a sudden a new house began to emerge between numbers 11 and 13. Kingsley walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell. I could suddenly hear a muffled screaming which turned into clearly audible tirade when the door was finally opened.

Mad-Eye Moody, one of my training aurors, ushered us into the building before turning to Kingsley and reprimanding him for ringing the bell. Meanwhile my attention was drawn to the two men trying desperately to draw the curtains on a ghastly looking painting. When they finally succeeded the screaming ceased and my cousin looked up at me from beneath an unkempt black mass of hair.

I smiled widely before shouting "SIRIUS" and launching myself at him. He caught me in a bone crushing hug before pulling back and smiling at me. "Dora, you got so big."

I playfully pushed his shoulder before saying, "I'll take that as a compliment considering the last time I saw you I was like 8." I was still smiling when I stepped out of his embrace and looked at him properly for the first time. He was incredibly thin, his face looked drawn and sallow and his eyes didn't sparkle quite like they used to but he still looked ruggedly handsome. "You look, well, you look like shit but it's so good to see you," I gushed.

He laughed heartily before turning towards the man that had helped him draw the curtains on the portrait and saying, "Don't just stand there Moony, come meet my little cousin. Dora this is my mate Remus Lupin."

The man standing next to Sirius was tall and thin with a handsome face and brown hair streaked with bits of grey. He had smiling brown eyes and a kind smile as he offered his hand for me to shake but I was a little apprehensive. Kingsley had told me that Lupin was a werewolf, but surely he was joking, he looked normal to me.

"Go ahead Nymphadora, he won't bite. Not until the full moon anyways," Sirius joked. Maybe Kingsley was telling the truth.

Lupin gave a wry smile at Sirius's callous comment but I could see the sadness in his eyes as he went to withdraw his hand. As a metamorphmagus I knew how horrible it felt to be judged for something you couldn't control, so I reached forward and grasped his hand before he could pull away completely. I glared at Sirius and said, "It's Tonks," before turning to Remus and smiling, "Just Tonks."

Remus smiled at me as he shook my hand and said in a husky voice, "It's nice to meet you, Just Tonks." I felt tingles go through my arm as I slowly withdrew my hand from his grasp, still gazing into his chocolate eyes. We continued to chat candidly until I heard a witch exhale in disgust as she walked past. I looked quizzically at her before glancing back at Remus.

"That's Emmeline Vance, a rather intransigent old witch. I think perhaps she was...erm... amused by your interesting hair colour," he replied to my questioning look.

I swore under my breath as I changed my hair back to brown, "I knew I shouldn't have listened to Kingsley."

Remus looked at me with much revere before saying, "I didn't mean that you should change it. I quite like the pink, a vibrant hair colour for a vibrant personality."

He smiled down at me as I changed my hair back to a nice shade of pink that now matched my blushing face. If Remus Lupin was a werewolf, he was certainly a charming one.

"Please excuse me for a moment, I must talk with Hestia about something," he said as he followed a plump black haired witch down the hall.

Sirius introduced me around to everyone before the meeting started. He introduced me to Emmeline Vance, a stately witch with an emerald green shawl who seemed to dislike my hair colour severely, and Sturgis Podmore, a square jawed wizard with straw coloured hair, before leaving me with Mr and Mrs Weasley while he went off to see a wizard named Dedalus about something. I went to school with their son Charlie and I was glad to see that not only did they share his vivid red hair but also his compassionate nature.

I sat next to my ex-transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall, as Dumbledore opened the meeting and officially inducted me into the order. I knew that I should listen but my mind was on the charming man sitting across from me, idly joking with my cousin, and occasionally glancing at me and smiling.

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It's the same smile that haunts my dreams now. He's not my usual type but for some reason I'm ridiculously attracted to him. He's not like anything I've gone for in the past, he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings and he's never show any interest in the weird sisters or any other popular band, but I can't seem to stop thinking about him. He's also a fair bit older than me and probably only thinks of me as his best mate's little cousin but a girl can dream right. And that's exactly what I'd planned on doing until the ranting and ravings of my delusional relative's portrait started up, something must have set her off again.


My great aunt Walburga's screeching voice resounded through the halls of the dreary house as I pulled a pillow over my head and desperately tried to ignore her, someone else would get up to stop her surely. Sirius's mother's portrait still hangsin the grimy halls of Grimmauld Place, only because no-one seems to be able to remove it, but she seems to think it gives her the right to express herself through random outbursts at inopportune moments.


My cousin's voice joined his mother's ranting as he tried to close the curtains on her portrait. I tightened the pillows hold over my ears and attempted to lose myself in a daydream about Remus but the argument between my relatives proved impossible to ignore. Finally I decided enough was enough and I grudgingly started getting out of bed, but my sheets got tangled around my legs and I landed on the ground with a resounding thud. I cursed loudly as I lay splayed across the hard wooden floor but my actions only served to further exacerbate the already frantic portrait.


I struggled my way out of the treacherous sheets and hurriedly began to make my way downstairs. I'd just reached the rickety old stairway when the once violent racket ceased. I was intrigued. Sirius wouldn't have been able to close the curtains by himself, he was half-cut when I when to bed and his mother's portrait had become forcibly strong of late. That meant that someone else must be up at this ungodly hour, but whom?

The rickety stairs groaned their protest as I made my way downstairs. I rounded the corner just in time to see Sirius turning and heading back to the kitchen with the mysterious stranger who must have helped him draw the curtains on his 'Dear Old Mum'. He was wearing a long threadbare travelling cloak and I couldn't see his face, but I knew immediately who the unkempt brown locks belonged to. But he was meant to be on a mission for Dumbledore, what was he doing here?

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Ok, well that's the first chapter over and done with. I know it was a little dodgy, but it will get better. I hope. Anyways please review and tell me what you think, I desperately need to be cheered up. I went to HP LEXICON to check some details out and discovered that my favourite characters LUPIN AND TONKS died on my birthday. How depressing is that. So please review.