When prejudice, a communication breakdown, a separation, and the Daily Prophet frazzle nerves and make tempers flare, Remus and Tonks admit the B-word into their relationship vocabulary: break-up. Sirius' personal mission is to make them take it back...

Third year Auror cadet Tonks is assigned a special case which takes her back to school and into the DADA office. The new professor has a few mysteries of his own, which require more time to solve and a few tactics not covered in Auror training.

When Remus' mysterious work for the Order requires Tonks' assistance, feelings that run far deeper than comrades at arms come to light. Is romance possible when the work proves to be the stuff nightmares are made of? [Set during OotP]

For members of the Order of the Phoenix, now forced underground as the war rages and their friends and family fall, moments in which joy is not tempered by sorrow are few and far between. For Remus and Dora Lupin, Teddy's bath time might be one of them.

It didn't feel at all like she'd imagined it. It didn't feel like anything at all. [Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.]

A Transfigured Hearts outtake: a cosy night in with Remus takes an unexpected turn when popcorn finds its way into odd places and leads Tonks to make an important discovery.

When Tonks finds a book she must read during a Christmas shopping trip with Remus, it affects their relationship over three Christmases.

Following the DoM Battle, Tonks struggles to soldier on as she copes with losing friends and colleagues. Inadequacy increases when Tonks turns to Remus and finds him burdened by his own battles. Can a date bolster their spirits for the battles to come?

When Harry's coming of age party and Bill and Fleur's wedding bring Remus and Tonks for a few days' stay at the Burrow, trouble with Molly forces Remus to revisit the past, threatening his resolve to go through with plans for the future.

Dumbledore is dead, but the most fitting tribute they can pay him is to allow their love to resurrect from the ashes of battle. There are so many pieces to pick up, scattered so far. But finding their way back together brings relief after a year of pain.

Remus feels himself softening to the persistent assertions of his friends that he is as entitled to that life as he always believed he was. The only problem is that the only life he wants is with Tonks,and she has, at last, refused to see him.

Arthur comes to Grimmauld Place to keep Remus company, and talk to him, mantoman. Will he prove as skilful at the art of persuasion as he is at the game of chess, or will Remus counter his moves as he has eluded Molly?

Remus' impending first transformation back in the Wizarding world holds out a glimmer of hope that his humanity is not lost. But a pretransformation visit from Tonks stirs up deep frustration which, as the moon rises, escalates into destructive rage.

Sequel to Movement: Tonks strongly suspected, though she hadn't much experience, that it wasn't normal for adults who fancied other adults to do what she was doing now.

Remus struggles to fit into the Order as he did before his mission underground a task which proves as impossible as his underground mission when he and Tonks cannot seem to put aside their feelings and unresolved issues and operate as colleagues.

Things appear to have changed. One shot, RLNT

Feeling as though his failure to stop a gruesome deed has cut him off from humanity forever, a vulnerable Remus goes to see Tonks. Will she welcome him with open arms, or after everything, will she finally see what he is? Can he find himself in her?

When Tonks turns up underground to help him back to the Order to give his full moon report, Remus' terror for her safety makes him lash out. What he does not expect is that the werewolf can be hurt, as well as do the hurting.

Christmas brings Remus to the Burrow, where everything makes him think of her, dream of her especially when Molly and Fleur see fit at every turn to remind him of why she isn't there. Hasn't time healed her wounds? An Order meeting will tell.

Nymphadora, may I acknowledge the hippogriff in the room?