Sorry for being so long. I finally have no exams! I just finished last week. So I will FINALLY try to update more regularly.

Previously: Remus met Tonks's parents and it went quite fine. Remus will be working for the same newspaper Henry's working for, writing a review, so he will have two jobs with his job at the Bookstore. He asked Tonks to move in with him and she said yes. (That's if you needed a recap)


The next morning, when Remus woke up, he thought again about what he had asked her. He wondered if he had been right to ask her to move in with him. Could he really ask her to live with a werewolf? Was it fair? Her parents didn't even know he was a werewolf, if they knew, they'd never let her live with him. But as he thought about it, he couldn't help but tighten his hold on her, laying behind her.

She woke up, smiling when she looked up at him. They didn't work that morning so Remus knew she'd stay in bed for a while.

"Wotcher." She said in a sleepy voice.

"Goodmorning."

She leaned into him and sighed of contentment.

"Did you sleep well?" Remus asked, nuzzling in her hair.

"Perfectly well." She replied, and she rolled on her back and kept her eyes on him. "Nothing to ask me?" She said smiling smugly.

"I've already asked you. I just said I wanted you to sleep on it. Just think about your parents, your work, the ministry. That's it."

"Well, my question is, do you really want me to live with you?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want to. But that's beside the point." Remus said, as he stroke her arm absentmindedly. He knew he wanted her to live with him, every day, and not just a few days a week, but he wanted to be sure she understood what it meant.

"Beside the point? Don't you think that's the most important point, actually?" She asked raising both eyebrows.

"That's not what I meant. Of course I want you to live with me, and your opinion is all that matters to me, but you need to tell your parents first. You need to think about your job at the ministry and what they could think. What I mean is, I'd be delighted to live with you but I don't want to be taking your life away from you, Nymphadora."

"What if I want to live with you, and I don't care about what anyone will say?"

"Your parents, Dora. You will care."

"My parents will know, in time. They liked you when you went there, there's no reason for it to change. And even if, they don't understand at first, they'll come around, I know they will. So there's not problem. So I am asking the question again: Are you sure you want to live with me?"

"Yes, I am sure, Nymphadora." Remus answered firmly.

"Then, so am I." She replied and then bit her lower lip, looking at him the way a child would look at an ice cream and hesitated before she said: "So... we're going to live together?"

"Yes." and Remus kissed her, holding her face in his hands. "Yes." He repeated and he kissed her nose.

"Can I call my landlord today and tell him I'm leaving the flat?" She asked, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"Your parents, Nymphadora."

"It's Christmas in a few weeks, we'll tell them after the holidays, alright?"

"That's not reasonable." Remus replied firmly.

"Remus Lupin the reasonable one. I told you: there won't be any problem with my parents. Now, if you want to spend the holidays away from me, if you want to spend Christmas on your own, fine." She told him, taking a step back, looking at him daringly.

"That's blackmail." Remus couldn't hide his smile.

"I am well aware of that." She replied, placing both hands on her hips.

"You're evil." He told her, not even trying to hide his smile, this time.

"So I've heard." She replied on the same firm tone. Remus gave up. Why was he fighting anyway? Why would he push her away? Lily had told him several times that pushing people away was stupid, and that it would have the counter effect if they cared.

"How long do you think you'll have to move out?"

"Usually, it's a month, I think."

"Good." Remus said.

"But I can move out whenever we want." She said in a low voice.

"Well, I think I want to enjoy my last day of freedom, you know." Remus said, trying to sound as serious as possible. She slapped him on the shoulder but Remus responded by pulling her even closer.

"No one forced you to ask me to move in, git."

"You're right. Do you think it's too late to take it back?" Remus asked, failing to sound serious this time.

"Git."

Remus carefully moved her head from his neck, his thumb brushing her jaw, before his fingers were tangled in her hair and he kissed her, wondering if he could show her how much he loved her, and how much he wanted her.

"Whenever you feel ready, we'll go to your flat and we'll bring the things you want here, alright Dora?"

"How about next weekend?"

"Next weekend is perfect."

Dora had gone to her parents, and told them she'd move in with Remus – forgetting to mention it would be the following weekend – and they had taken the news quite well. Remus knew that the day they would know he was a werewolf, they would change their mind. No one wants their daughter to date a werewolf.


The next week passed too quickly, and soon enough both Remus and Tonks found themselves in her flat, leaving Mr Pouterson, Tonks's grey, lazy, slightly too big for his own health cat in his – official – new home. Remus couldn't believe he was going to live with someone – with the woman he loved, and not any woman: Nymphadora Tonks. His pixie girl, so young and so lively had accepted to leave London to live with him in small town in Scotland. It seemed unbelievable.

Remus had only told Lily so far, so no doubt James and Sirius had learned the news, too. Tonks had told Danny, too. They had to tell their parents. Remus had already talked about Tonks with his father, but very quickly. Of course, his father, being his father, had soon realized that Nymphadora was much more than just a crush and would not be surprised.

Her parents wouldn't be angry, too. Not yet, not as long as they weren't aware of his condition.

She had to tell them, and he knew she was postponing the revelation as much as she could.

They wouldn't have Lily's reaction to the news of them moving together.

"Remus, that is so great!" She exclaimed, sitting at a small table in the café, drawing every customers' attention onto them. She apologized to them with a small wave of her hand. "Are you going to live at your house? She's been spending a lot of time at yours, already, hasn't she?"

"Yes, we had sort of an agreement." Remus answered, looking down at his half empty cup of coffee.

"When is she moving in?"

"This weekend."

"This weekend!" She repeated surprised. "That's quite... soon."

"Lily, I know what you're thinking. I am sure about all of this." Remus replied to the unsaid question.

"If you really love her and you're sure about it, then, if you want, I could even help you moving her furniture and everything."

"Thank you, Lily. I'll tell you if we need help."

"How do you think Sirius's gonna react to his little baby cousin moving in with you?" She asked, smirking. Remus glared at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Really? Are you sure that was necessary."

"Oh, come on, I know you were wondering the same question. I just said it aloud." She replied, still amused.

"little baby cousin."

"Come on, Remus. Is it really too soon to laugh about it?"

"I believe it is." Remus replied, taking his most serious tone. He could have laughed about it, if he had been prepared. Remus had spent too much time thinking about her parents, and the practical aspects that he had forgot about Sirius. He could not be mad at him, now. It would be ridiculous. It had been ridiculous the first time, though.

"You really think he's going to be mad, again?"

"I don't think so. It might be a bit of a shock, though."

"Damn it." Remus said, letting his head fall in the palm of his hand.

"It's gonna be alright, Remus. I'll have your back, James will too." She said patting his forearm kindly.

Lily and Remus had grown close with time, maybe even closer than Sirius and James. The war had done some damaged to their relationship, nothing unsurmountable but it had left its traces. When doubts had taken the best of Sirius and Remus, it had not been the same anymore.

James and Sirius had always been closest and it had only reinforced their friendship, though James had been mad at Sirius for doubting one of his own friends. When the war ended, when the Order of the Phoenix and the people won, they had been friend again. However, things had changed. James and Lily wanted to spend as much time with Harry as possible, and Sirius soon met Mary. Remus, on the other hand, had to learn to live in the real world again – he had spent most of his time on missions for Dumbledore in werewolves packs, and it took a while for Remus to get used to live a normal life. He had only started to get over the war just a few years ago, and he had only started to feel human again.

Lily, James and Sirius had helped a lot, but Remus and Lily had been through tough moments, together and had understood each other more than anyone would have.

When James and Lily decided to make Harry attend a muggle school before he'd leave for Hogwarts, both parents wanted to have another child, and that was at this moment that she Lily realized that she could not have any other children, that the curses thrown by Bellatrix Lestrange may have not kill her but had damaged her greatly. When she got the news, she came to see Remus, because he would not ask questions, he would not talk like other people did. They sat together, both with their own issues.

Actually, Remus was, at this time, as his friends had said: "depressed" – he, on the other hand, had never thought he was depressed, it had just took him some more time to get over the war, that was it.

They would spend afternoons, sitting on a sofa, talking lightly, or just silent, and they were just waiting for the pain to go away.

It remained like that for a while, until James started to seriously worry for his friends and with Sirius, they took actions: sat with them and talked everything through. They both realized that sitting on a sofa all day would not improve the situation and Lily got better, giving everything she had to the people she loved, especially Harry. Everyone had been scared when Harry left for Hogwarts, but she had managed – even if she had needed the support of all her friends.

Remus, on the other hand, took quite some more time to live normally again. His lycanthropy was a constant weight on his shoulders and when he saw other people getting over the war and living their lives, he could not. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. And even the end of the war did not change that.

One thing had made him start to live again, to feel alive again: teaching.

The war had been long, and tiring. Hogwarts had been closed a few years and during that time, Remus had been giving some classes to group of students. He had done that a few years, but then Hogwarts opened again and soon, no one needed him again.

Teaching had been what he had most loved. Once, for several months, he had had the same group of students and he had managed to make them most theoretical courses and even told them what would be the most useful spells if they had a problem – even if they could not try them in class.

But Remus's personal life had remained the same: uneventful. Remus knew that no woman on earth could ever want to be with a werewolf, and he didn't want to share the burden of being stigmatized by the society with anyone, though when Sirius, James and especially Lily understood that, they tried their best to convince him that it was "bloody stupid".

It had been a year since Lily had tried to introduce him to every woman she knew, but it had never worked. Then, he met Dora, he had never fallen in love before.

Nymphadora was the only woman with whom it could work, and even if it scared the hell out of him, he just knew it.

And there he was, in her flat, looking at her choosing what she wanted to take home.

"I thought we could keep the sofa, and the closet, definitely. The furniture of the kitchen belongs to the landlord. What do you think of the small table? Do you want to keep it? I'm not sure it'd suit your house, though."

"Our house, now."

"I haven't paid anything, it's still yours Remus."

"You don't have to pay anything for it to be your house. I've finished paying it a few years ago, it's all fine, now."

"I insist, Remus."

"So what do we do? I don't add you on the home contract and you'll be registered as homeless since you'll no longer have a flat?" Remus said casually, knowing exactly that he was slightly overreacting – but she needed to understand. She rolled her eye, and left a loud sigh. "So, do I have the right to add your name?" She looked at him, then looked back at the sofa and tapped the feet of the furniture slightly – stubborn girl.

"Alright." She muttered.

Perhaps the reason she didn't want the house to be their house is because she didn't actually want it to live with him anymore. She must have only realized what living with a werewolf would imply. She had come to her senses. He knew that it could only be a dream – he could have never had a happy ending. He knew that.

"If you have second thoughts about the whole thing, just tell me, Dora." Remus finally told her in a quiet voice, struggling not to let his feelings be heard.

"No, not at all." She turned around and took his hands in hers. "I want to live with you, I really want to." She said, holding his hands tightly. "I want to live with you, but I don't want to be stealing from you. And I feel like I'm taking everything from you and giving you nothing back."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, listen to me." She said, holding his hands reassuringly, stroking the back of his hands. "You can't let anyone take things away from you, not even me. Especially not me. Please understand me, I love you but I don't want to feel like I'm stealing everything from you, I love you too much for that. You just love to love and give and you forget to protect yourself, Remus."

"You're not stealing anything from me, Dora! We're going to live together."

"You bought your house. This is yours. You can't let me live here without paying anything!"

"What? Do you want to pay a rent, maybe?" Remus asked not even believing his own words. He did not understand her reaction.

"This is not fair to you." Fair. At that moment, Remus remembered that Dora had been a hufflepuff: just and loyal. He laughed.

"Why are you laughing? It's not funny, Remus! I'm serious!"

"I know you are!" He replied, still laughing. He pulled her into a hug, she struggled for a minute and then stopped, letting herself relax in his embrace.

"You're such a hufflepuff, you know that?" He chuckled in her ear.

"Shut up." She said pulling away from him.

"That was a compliment. And.. I have an idea." Remus kept talking with a smile on his face.

"What is it?" She asked quickly, looking up frowning.

"How about.. you come live to my house and you don't give me anything" Remus started and reached for her hand, his thumb stroking the back of her hand smoothly, "and we both save money, and when we have enough we find our own house or flat, wherever we want, whatever we want. Something that will be ours. Something that will make you feel better and fair."

"It doesn't seem like a bad idea." She replied looking at him, still frowning.

"You could have just said it was a brilliant idea." Remus teased her, pulling her closer.

"Smart-arse." She replied and she pushed him away again. "Aren't we supposed to get these furniture away or what?" She asked walking away from him, towards the bedroom.

It took them the weekend to empty the flat. They had to choose between what they decided to keep and take to Remus's house and what would either remain in boxes.

That Sunday evening, Remus was on the sofa sitting close to Dora. Both were exhausted after having moved the furniture out of her flat for two days – sometimes the muggle way so the neighbours wouldn't be surprised. He looked around, seeing that new couch next to his, that actually fitted the room naturally. He saw a new chest of drawers – which was very practical – a new shelf for the books and lots of new records. He saw Mr Pouterson's pillow and other cat stuff that Remus didn't know before Tonks put them in the house.

He couldn't believe that he was living with someone, actually living with someone. A woman who loved him, and who wanted to be with him. If he wasn't so tired, he'd probably jump of happiness. He was worried, though, that she'd regret and realize, now that she'd live with him, what his life was like. He tried to remember the numerous times when Lily told him he had the right to be happy, too, but he couldn't help it.

The lazy – probably obese – cat walked towards them, and settled his body on Dora's legs and his head on Remus's knee. Remus smiled at the sight of the animal, and turned to see Tonks, already smiling at him. She kissed him on the cheek before she settled her head on his shoulder, and sighed.

Remus had never been so happy, before in his life.


So, on the following week, Remus invited Dora to take the tea at his father's house. Of course, she was delighted, but nervous.

Nymphadora Tonks being nervous was something that amused Remus a bit too much. She had kept asking him what she should wear, what was more appropriate, what hair colour she should choose, trying all different sort. Remus tried his best not to laugh, he knew how she felt, he had felt the same way when he had met her parents.

"Why don't you just stay pink?"

"Isn't your father gonna be a bit shocked? I mean, I don't want to give a wrong first impression."

"You won't." Remus reassured her, sitting on the edge of the bed while she looking into the closet.

"You don't know that, Remus. I have a pair of black trousers that aren't torn, yet. Not even patched, nothing."

"That's very nice." Remus said, perhaps for the tenth time.

"And I have this purple woolen jumper. What do you think? I think it's better than the green one, what do you think?" She asked, holding the pink jumper on close to her, as if to try if it still suited her.

"Purple is fine."

"So I choose these two?"

"Yes, it's nice."

"Don't you think he'd prefer I wear a dress? He could think that I'm not making much effort."

"He won't think that, Dora."

"But -"

"No, Nymphadora. Stop worrying. He will love you. Don't worry about anything. Go just like you always are."

She walked to him until her knees touched his; he put his hands on her hips, wondering how she could be nervous about meeting his father. She run her fingers through his hair, looking at him.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"It's going to be just fine. You're nervous, now, but you'll see, once you'll be there, you'll be – like you always are – so at ease that you make everyone comfortable." Remus reassured her, loving the way she was looking at him.

"You think so?"

"Of course, Nymphadora. So, put on the clothes you've just chosen, and we'll be ready to go."

She kissed the top of his head and walked away taking her trousers and purple jumper from the floor and walked to the bathroom.

She walked out a few minutes later, wearing the clothes, and looking at a strand of her short pink hair.

They apparated near his house, in the middle of a street near Remus's father house. Remus went there once or twice a month, always for tea, or sometimes for lunch. They wrote to each other once a in a while if they Remus did not go to his house.

Remus would sometimes rather not even talk to him, because he knew that he was only a deception. But since his mother was dead, he felt that he had to try, at least, to be there for his father, even if only a little.

"So that where's you grew up, then?" She asked, holding his hand tightly.

"Yes. My father's house is there." Remus pointed to a small house, looking almost like every other houses in the street, except for the colour. The house's colour was lighter than the others, but apart from that it was not different. The same bricks on the facade, the same brown door, the same small alley.

Remus heard Tonks taking a long breath and he stopped, waiting for her to turn around and look at him.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous, it's gonna be fine, Nymphadora." Remus reassured her, placing both hands on her arms.

"I know, it's just.. it's important." She said looking down at her feet. "I don't care if other people don't like me, because, I don't really care about them, but your father. He's important. He's your family." She looked up at him, clearly uncomfortable.

"Be yourself and he will love you." Remus told her. He pulled her into a hug, his arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly.

"But what if he expects someone... I don't know, older, or not as – as colourful, you know."

"I should be the one worrying. He'll wonder what I have against you to keep you with me." Remus joked, holding her tighter.

She laughed. He had won.

Remus let go of her, and knocked on the door, opening the next second.

"Dad?" Remus shouted as he entered, letting his father know they were in. "Let me take your coat, Dora." Remus said as he helped her off her coat.

"Remus!" Remus's father said joyfully as he walked, using a cane, in the hall of the house. He was not as tall as Remus – but only because of his older age – and his hair was as white as snow. Remus knew that he had inherited his father's eyes and he wouldn't complain. His father always had a kind look. And it always hurt Remus to see his father – of course the older man wanted to see his son more often, but Remus couldn't. He couldn't face his father with the failure that he was. He had wanted to introduce him to Nymphadora because she was the only good thing in his life, and he was so happy that she actually wanted to spend time with him – at least for now.

"And you must be Nymphadora Tonks." Tonks smiled shyly and said a quiet hello. "I have heard so much about you. Come in." His father walked to the living room with a wide smile on his face. "Remus's been talking about you for months, of course I discovered that you two were a couple long before he told me. He's never been a good liar."

Tonks turned around to Remus, smiling cheekily. Oh no.

"You have a wonderful house, Mr Lupin."

"Don't call me Mr Lupin! Call me Lyall. And thank you, but I'm afraid it all my wife's work. I didn't change anything." The older man replied with a sweet smile. "Just make yourself comfortable on the couch, I am going to take the tea, alright?"

"Do you need help, Dad?" Remus asked.

"I'll be fine. You two, just stay there, alright?" Tonks was about to insist but Mr Lupin smiled at her, his head on one side before he turned on his heel and walked to the kitchen.

"Alright, so far, I haven't done something stupid." Tonks said as she wiped her hands on her jumper. Remus kissed her on the forehead and gestured her to sit on the couch.

"Isn't it impolite? Shouldn't I wait he's back before I sit?" She asked quickly.

"You're thinking too much, love." Remus sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Stop worrying. My father won't judge you, alright. We're not in a upper class pureblood family. Just be yourself."

"I baked a cake." Remus's father said as he walked back, still using his brown wooden cane, and holding the tray with one hand. There was a brown round cake, three cups and a kettle on the tray. No doubt, his father had used magic to make the tray lighter. Remus had always thought his father was a paradox when it came to magic. He had loved the fact that Remus's mother was a muggleborn and so had always insisted that they do a lot of common things the muggle way. Not levitating objects was one of them, though, if it was too heavy, Mr Lupin had a handy spell that made everything lighter. "This is the first time I tried this recipe, so be indulgent." Tonks smiled as the old man stood placed the tray on the coffee table in front of them.

"So, you are going to live together?" Mr Lupin asked, sitting slowly on the chair, helping himself with the cane.

"Yes." Remus started. "Actually, we already do. Dora just arrived a few days ago."

Tonks looked up at Remus, smiling tenderly. "I am very happy to be living with Remus." She admitted, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks.

"I can see it on your face, Nymphadora."

"You may call me Tonks, Mr Lupin. I am not very fond of my first name." Tonks said, wrinkling her nose.

"I apologize, Miss Tonks." Mr Lupin replied, with an amused smile.

"You can also drop the miss, I don't mind."

Remus chuckled, and gently pushed her knee with his. He knew that they would have this conversation, at some point.

"Her friends call her Tonks, Dad." Remus helped her.

"Well, then. Tonks it is." Mr Lupin reached for his cup and took a sip.

"So, tell me Tonks, how is it being an Auror?"

"It is very interesting. I do love my job, though most of the people forget about the paper work." Tonks spoke quietly, her hands placed neatly on her knees.

"Remus told me you were trained by Alastor Moody? I didn't know he was still working."

"Indeed. Always says he's gonna retire, and never does. I think he'll never leave!" She seemed to get more comfortable. "Do you know him well, sir?"

"Oh, don't call me sir!" Mr Lupin laughed, and added "I knew him quite well, but I have to admit I haven't seen him in a while."

"He's always busy, isn't he? Once I wanted to go to his house to give him his birthday present, I had to go everyday of the week before I could actually find him!"

"I can't say I'm surprised!" His father replied through a chuckle. Remus smiled as he saw them talk, he longed to hold Tonks tightly when they'd be home. He hair seemed to get even pinker, if possible, or at least a brighter pink.

"I must say, Nymph- Tonks, that when Remus told me you were different, I still didn't except someone like you. You are quite unique."

"Hum. Thank you.. I guess." She answered a bit awkwardly.

"That was a compliment." The older man winked at her.

"It seems like I have some serious competition, today." Remus joked.

"Indeed, you do, Remus." Tonks looked at him raising an eyebrow, looking as cocky as ever.

Mr Lupin laughed, apparently amused and quite happy of the situation.

"My wife would have loved you." Remus's father said. Remus froze. He had already thought so, of course. He had already felt so deeply sorry that she wasn't there anymore to meet Nymphadora, but hearing it from his father was on a whole different level.

"Thank you, Mr Lupin. It means a lot." Tonks said, her voice slow and almost trembling.

"Thanks, Dad." Remus said, looking at his father, still bemused by the last words he had spoken.

They made little talk for a while, drinking their cup of tea, feeling more and more comfortable all together. Remus didn't regret introducing her to his father, and he felt like he had fell in love with her all over again.

"Mr Lupin, I do have a request." Tonks started, with a mischievous smile that worried Remus. "You see, Remus is always the gentleman and always very composed. But I am sure you must have some stories for me, you know, some embarrassing stories. I am sure he must have fell head first in a puddle?"

Remus rolled his eyes, pushing her lightly. Mr Lupin laughed, throwing his head backward. Remus had rarely seen him laugh that way, and he couldn't help but smile.

"I am sure there are many stories that I could tell you. Do you know that my wife insisted he learns to ride a bike, like any muggle children?" Mr Lupin started, while Tonks was listening to him carefully. "Well, it was quite something." Remus decided to hide behind his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. "It took us a week to teach him how to turn. He just wouldn't. He rode into a tree, a plant-pot. Remus would just pedal and forget to turn!" Tonks was laughing, as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder.

"This is actually adorable, Remus. There's no need to hide."

"I knew this was not a good idea." Remus mumbled.

The rest of the afternoon went quite fine and peacefully, they left in the late afternoon, because Remus's father had a meeting to attend with friends, to discuss Remus-knew-not-what, he only knew that his father was member of groups of discussions and some clubs.


When they were back home, Tonks fed Mr Pouterson, and Remus decided to start reading the book he had been assigned to review for the newspaper. He was sitting on the couch that came from Tonks's flat, it was quite comfortable, and Remus actually liked that it came from her.

She sat next to him, resting her feet on his lap, while she read one of her books – they were often much funnier than Remus's books, and he didn't blame her. He understood that when you were an Auror, you could want to read funny enjoyable books.

"I don't know if I told you. I meant to tell you yesterday, but I forgot. I think I was too nervous to think about it." She started, waiting to have his full attention. Remus, still holding his book with one hand, let his hands fall on her ankles, massaging one of them with his free hand. "There'll be a new guy at the Auror office."

"Really? That's the first one since you arrived, right?" Remus asked, quite surprised by the news.

"Yes. But that's... that's strange." She did seem quite uncomfrotable. Remus closed his book, leaving his bookmark between the two pages, and placed it on the armchair. Giving her now his full attention, he waited for her to go on. "He's not coming from Hogwarts.. I mean, he hasn't gone through the training, like I have, like Kingsley and the others have."

"Where does he come from? He is from another country?"

"No. He's from another department, apparently. They don't want to tell us everything. He has good relations, and it seems to be the reason he was accepted."

Remus frowned. He didn't remember hearing about that kind of situation before.

"That's the first time. I don't think it's fair, and Mad-Eye.. well, he's always been paranoid but this time, he says that "it's much worse than it seems"."

"I think I know what Mad-Eye means." Remus replied slowly. She turned her head on one side, waiting for him to explain.

"During the last war, when the Ministry got really corrupted – it lasted almost two years of full corruption – Aurors did not have to train anymore, not like you did. It was only a matter of good relations. If you knew the right people, you had a job at the ministry. If you were quite strong physically, then you could easily be an auror. They preferred them to be quite cruel, actually. I think it brings bad memories to Mad-Eye, and I can't say I like that, either."

"Remus.. do you think something is going wrong with the Ministry? I mean, all these changes.."

"There will be new election, quite soon. And the quest of power never brought the best of the people. The war is over, though. There is no reason for anything to happen. Have you seen the new Auror, already?"

"No, we only know he's going to start on Monday."

"Give him a chance. It may only be a misunderstanding." Remus said with a tight smile.

"Yeah." She seemed, quite unconvinced.

"Are you sad you're not the last one anymore?"

"A bit. It was kinda cool." She said with an amused smile. She looked down at her hands, and after a minute, Remus took back his book. "By the way!" She shouted, making Remus jump in surprise. He looked at her, raising both his eyebrows. "I gave the paper to administration, so I am now officially living with you. You'll receive my official letters from the Ministry and stuff."

Remus smiled at her enthusiasm. It was such a little thing, just giving a paper with your new address but it made her happy, and actually, it made him happy.

"You don't have any regret?"

"Not one. And Mr Pouterson obviously loves it here." She said turning to look at the lazy cat sleeping on the other couch.

"I had this impression, too." Remus chuckled. She looked back at Remus, smiling widely.

"You know, living with you it just... it just makes me incredibly happy." It was such a Tonks-y thing to do. Remus loved how she just said things, how she just blurted out how she felt, when he, on the other hand, always struggled and was scared he was saying too much.

Remus moved closer and pulled her face closer, his hand on her cheek, he gave her a kiss on the forehead – at first planning to stop here, but then realized he couldn't, and he kissed her lips, hoping he didn't need words to show her how much he loved her, and how it made him incredibly happy to live with her.


Again, sorry I was so long. I just finished my exams last week for the first semester. I hope you like this chapter, I will try to update very soon, but since I have to update my other fic (which I have not updated in two months, shame on me) I can't promise it will be for this week.

Anyway, I hope you liked it? What did you think of that little bit about Lily? I really want Lily to be part of this story , so I hope you like how I picture her.

Alright, so I actually wrote it in two times. The first time, I thought the chapter was not long enough, and I didn't want to give you a lame quickly written chapter. I'll try to update it once a month. I don't think I can promise more, I always think I can update more, but I have to accept that I can't. The thing is, I've been reading a lot lately, because I want to improve my writing, and since I couldn't read much during my first semester, I'm trying to make up, now.

So I'll try once a month, since I also have my other fic (The Bright Pink Sun) to update too, so yeah, both once a month. Is it alright for you? Because I do have a plot prepared and everything, if you just accept to be patient, I promise you to really write this story, and by that I mean, with plot and surprises, and stuff that will make you hate me, and love me (I hope) sometimes.