The Greyback Legacy

Chapter Two

Remus Lupin opened his eyes. Sleep had come, as elusive as ever. He was grateful he had been able to get a couple of hours, at any rate, fitful though it was. Many nights had come and gone with him waiting for daybreak.

As he poured a cup of coffee, he thought about Tonks. She had managed to creep into his dreams. He could swear her scent had rested on his pillow, the delightful blend of citrus and mignonnette. In his dream, she had been so vibrant and breathtakingly beautiful, her light brown hair fanned against snowy linen sheets, green eyes sparkling with laughter and lust. The way she had been before.

That night had been... a mistake. It had been his fault for letting the attraction between them mount so high. But after their first meeting, he'd felt sparked. Renewed. She had been such a breath of fresh air. When he had first seen her, across the lake, Remus had thought she'd been a mystical creature.

She wouldn't have believed it if he said it, but she was beautiful. Though he didn't mind it when Tonks turned her hair bubble gum pink, her natural hair color was lovely. But it wasn't quite her physical features that made Tonks gorgeous in his eyes, for she was constantly changing her looks to amuse others. It was the life that shone through her translucent, winter blossom skin. She lived to make others happy and safe. She was the candle in a world of bad deeds.

For the most part, Remus hadn't let his feelings show. Whenever they met, it had been under the guise of friendship or the Order. And he had almost been content with that. Almost. But after Sirius' death, he'd fallen apart. Remus had lost the last connection with the happy past he'd had at Hogwarts. And a night at the Three Broomsticks, drowning away his tears had obliterated the friendly atmosphere between Tonks forever.

He had been quite drunk by the time she'd arrived, having had only Merlin knew how many Firewhiskeys. Lupin handled his liquor rather badly, and he was about ready to
hex a man the size of a troll for some stupid reason when Tonks had appeared.

"There you are, Moony," she'd sighed, looking relieved to see him. Pink. Her hair at the moment was that lovely cotton candy shade and it had looked delicious.

"Tonks," Remus remembered shouting. "Where've you been? You missed the party!"

Eyeing the troll with trepidation, she muttered, "Remus, you are stinking drunk." Turning to the gigantic man, now purple with rage, she had said, "I am very sorry sir, as you can see he's acting like a bloody lunatic. Please forgive us." Smiling brightly, she had paid for the drinks Remus had guzzled down, and Apparated them back to his clean but tiny hut.

Remus had then thrown up inelegantly on a bush from the unhappy combination of Ogden's Firewhiskey and Apparition. "Why'd you do that for?" he'd grumbled. "I needed more of those, don't you see?"

Tonks had raised a perfect eyebrow at him. "What you need," she said decisively, "is a nice warm cup of cocoa and bed."

He'd glared at her sulkily. "D'ye even know what- " a violent hiccup "happened today? Do you?" Remus had shouted. He'd quieted down. "Maybe I'm wrong. I'm too darned- hic!- drunk to know what's going on." Hopefully Remus had clutched Tonks' shoulders. "It's all a -hic- dream, right? It's just a nasty dream. Sirius, he.. he isn't.."

Her green eyes had sparkled with tears. "Oh, Remus."

"No, no... don't. Please. Tell me it's a dream! It's a dream! You're lying to me!" Remus had muttered, going progressively louder. He shook her hard. "You're lying to me Tonks! I'll make you shut up. I will!"

His lips had pressed bruisingly to hers. The touch of her mouth made heat run down his groin and made his cock rise, hard, against the flat softness of her belly. She moaned, as his rough hands coursed over her slim waist and clasped over her perfect rounded breasts. "Remus..." she sighed. His eyes, half lidded, had looked into hers. They were closed shut, the lashes long and curved against her cheekbones. Remus kissed her again, more gently but penetrating the warm depths of her mouth with his tongue.

Pushing her to the queen sized bed, Remus had laid Tonks down, barely able to control himself through the red haze of lust and alcohol. She looked so hot, with her now chestnut hair tumbling on the white linen sheets of his bed, eyes misty with passion, her lips swollen from his kisses. Merlin take mercy, Remus prayed, as his eyes and hands grazed her porcelain skin, every caress enticing a kittenlike sigh from Tonks. He had rarely seen this delicate side of her, for Tonks was so outgoing and strong, but now she was splayed as langorously as any cat, her back arching as his fingers explored beneath the dark blue jeans. Impatiently, Remus ripped off the Weird Sisters tee shirt she was wearing, and licked his lips at the sight of her creamy breasts encased in black satin lace. Her nipples were very erect against the thin material, and obviously screaming for his touch, so Remus decided the bra could disappear as well. He kissed his way down the alabaster neck, after giving it a bite and lick. Tantalizingly, Remus drew a circle around her salmon pink aureolas, then drew the hardened bead of her nipple into his wet mouth. Arching, Tonks whispered, "Oh Merlin."

"Not Merlin, my dear, just Remus." He moved on to her jeans, rasping the zipper down. "I don't know how long I'll last," he said, salivating profusely at the sight of her long pale legs and small mound covered by the tiniest of black bikini panties. "I didn't know you wore things like this, Tonks." Groaning as Tonks got up and kissed him smartly, Remus quickly muttered a spell and was naked. His pulsing organ, nearly nine inches long and thick, longed to thrust mercilessly into Tonks' sweet pink pussy.

His fingers swept against the black panties, torturing the clitoris slowly, and dipping beneath to feel the heated honey escaping her tight folds. Dear Circe, her pussy clamped around his one finger, and he felt her juices soak him thoroughly. Rogueishly, Remus took his finger out, making Tonks sigh with disappointment. Watching her pant with lust made him even more excited, and he drew the wet finger to his mouth and sucked off the liquid coating it. Tonks blushed pink, as he moaned, "I want to lick your pussy all night long. In fact, I think I will."

He pushed her to the bed, putting her slender thighs over his shoulders. "Remus, I don't know about this.." she gasped as he pushed aside the black panties and his hot tongue delved between her legs, suckling her vagina into his mouth. "Oh my god!" He was loving her taste, the way her thighs clamped around his neck as she thrust her hips into his lips, the delicious flavor of her come. "I- I can't hold on," she moaned, "oh please, Remus, just fuck me."

With a groan, Remus had settled himself upon her, tearing off the silk underwear, and pushing the engorged head of his penis at her soaking entrance. Tonks hissed with pleasure as he gently stroked against the damp folds, teasing her with his slowness.

"Remus," she cried, as he finally thrust hard into her. The woman beneath him made a sharp gasp of pain, and Remus was too horny, too inebriated to notice that he had torn through a membrane. He pumped his throbbing cock into her sugary vagina, nearly coming with every sharp movement as her dripping sleeve tightened around him. Nothing had ever felt so good as this little cunt wrapping him, milking his dick. She had kept making the sexiest little mewls that were driving him insane, and his body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.

"Oh my god, harder, Remus, please," Tonks gasped, thrusting her hips with a wild innocence of passion. Her wanton pleas drove him on, and he reamed her with a renewed vigor.

"I can't hold on," he grunted, thrusting as quickly as he could, his eyes fixated on the exquisite bliss on Tonks' small face, her eyes squeezed shut, her perky breasts heaving, the light brown curls at her apex wet with love, when he was covered with a sudden deluge of sweet juice and the muscles of Tonks' pussy enfolded his cock. With a little sigh, Remus had come inside her, feeling more at rest than ever in his life.

He had paid for that one night of unbelievable pleasure. Paid for it with guilt, the vermillion stain of virginity painting his penis. How could he have celebrated life when Sirius had died, that very same day? It was sacrilegious. Disrespectful to his friend's memory, at the very least. But Remus still couldn't forget her. He had avoided Tonks from that point on, which was something he wasn't proud of. It was simply necessary because he didn't know quite how to apologize. He had taken advantage of her.
Remus closed his eyes. What if he had impregnated her? He didn't have much money. Before this, it hadn't mattered to him. What did a werewolf with nothing to live for need, besides passable shelter, some clothing, and food? Now, money seemed like it may be the pivotal thing. And what would everyone think of Nymphadora? The people would consider her trash, a whore. Not to mention that this was an inauspicious time for babies.

Covering his face with his hands seemed like the only thing he could do at this point, so he acquiesced. He wished life was simple. There was a knock at the grimy window of his hut, making Remus look up. A screech owl was present, bearing a thick creamy envelope. He got out an owl nut and some water, presented it to the owl, who gave him a thankful hoot and drank thirstily. Opening the envelope, he found Dumbledore's fine script saying:

Meet me and the others by three pm. I must divulge things of great importance. Use this Portkey, which is the letter itself. Floo networks are not safe at this point.
It will start glowing blue near three.

- D.

*

"I must say, this is an improvement from the last Headquarters," Molly remarked, eyes round at the lavish surroudings. Walls were covered with silvery blue silks, French windows were hung with pale sparkling drapes, and house elves ran around with antique silver trays, offering the members of the Order anything from crumpets to wedding cake.
Elegant vases of carved crystal held white and gold roses, laid on little round desks ocherrywood.

"Ah yes, Rupert Teasdale offered us his country home for our Headquarters. We must switch around our meeting places as often as we can, at least while Grimmauld Place is being investigated," Dumbledore said, as he nibbled on a rasberry tart.

Tonks appeared with a little whoosh, and she gave a half-hearted, "Wotcher," to the members present. Dressed in a cotton shirt and jeans, she didn't seem to notice how woebegone she appeared. Her hair was still the dishwater brown shade and limp, her eyes rather deadened by constant weeping. Kingsley Shacklebolt moved towards Tonks, a broad smile on his handsome dark face.

"Tonks, it feels like ages since I've last seen you," he murmured in her ear, as he clasped the thin girl to his chest. "Why, you don't look well at all. Have you been eating?" He looked into the grayish green eyes worriedly.

Managing a game smile, Tonks said cheerfully, "Of course I have. I've just been dead tired lately, must have caught a bug."

"Are you sure?" Kingsley frowned at her.

"I'm.. fine." Whoosh. Remus had appeared. She held on to her smile, though her eyes betrayed her, flicking towards the newcomer. Dear Merlin, he looked as good to her as ever. His silvered hair looked tousled, and his face was haggard, as though he had done without a few nights' sleep. A small part of Tonks was triumphant. So he had been about as miserable as she had been. The feeling vanished all too soon, and she was back to wishing she could smooth the pleat between his brows, run her lips across his.

At that moment, Dumbledore spoke. "Everyone has arrived now. Please be seated." Tonks took a seat on a comfortable heathery blue sofa, and Kingsley sat beside her. She noticed that Remus sat down as far as he possibly could from her. That hurt. Averting her face towards Dumbledore, she fixated her attention on the Headmaster.

"As you all are aware, the Ministry has become... difficult. The Minister of Magic refuses to believe that He-who-must-not-be-named is back. Though it is understandable why he would be in this state of denial, it is dangerous to not take action. The Dark Lord is growing progressively stronger. This we know from our informant-" Dumbledore nodded towards Severus Snape- "and we must not be lax. The Order is relatively low on members, and Voldemort's supporters are many. It is most important that we gain more people to fight for Harry's side."

"But exactly how are we going to gain supporters? It's bound to be near impossible with the Ministry against it," Emmeline Vance said.

"A very good question, Emmeline. You are entirely correct, the Ministry will try its hardest to discredit me and whatever I may be involved in. You've read the Prophet. The public is being fed the belief that I am an aging fool and Harry Potter a raving lunatic. It is going to be uphill work, I'm afraid," Dumbledore said. "But we mustn't give in. There are still people out there who still believe in me. The Longbottoms for example, are loyal to a fault. And many more still believe in the Boy-Who-Lived, despite the Prophet."

The Headmaster continued, "I have a plan. We must be united, as much as possible, against the tyrant Voldemort. In addition to English wizards and witches,
creating ties with Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and other foreign wizards is an excellent start. I myself, along with several other Order members will deal with that end. We know many people whom we can trust, such as Madame Olympe. Hagrid, I want you in particular to engage the giants. Most are naturally allianced with the Dark Lord, but their favors are easily won. Take this-" he handed the half giant a thick wad of instructions- "it has exact plans on what you must do. As for Remus, Tonks, and Kingsley, you three shall go to gain support from the Barri werewolves."

Tonks froze at Dumbledore's orders. After the Headmaster had completed his speech, she all but ran towards him, panic settling down her spine. "Professor, I don't think- I mean, I'm not quite certain- I just don't know why Kingsley and I should go. Wouldn't it make more sense for Remus to go alone? He's the only one that can really relate to them. We'd really just be in the way, and who would get information on the Ministry?"

Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes sparkled at her. "You are quite right. I suppose I do need an Auror to stay and inform us of the Minister's doings."

Relieved, Tonks smiled weakly. "Kingsley will remain at the Ministry, but you must go with Remus, Tonks," Dumbledore stated.

"But I'm-"

"No arguments, Tonks. It's final." A sympathetic look crossed Dumbledore's wrinkled face. "It's for the best."

Remus said, "With all due respect, Headmaster, I think it wouldn't be prudent. The Barri werewolves aren't known to be friendly towards humans."

"That is why it is all the more necessary to have them accustomed to being around a human, Remus. We all must learn to tolerate one another, despite differences in status or species, if we are to defeat Voldemort. United, we stand a chance. Apart, we are all done for."

"But why Tonks?" Remus bit his lip, refusing to look at the one face he longed to gaze upon more than anything else.

"Because she's perfect. For the assignment, that is."

*

"That interfering old bat!" giggled Holly McGovern. "Still, his plan does make sense, you know." Tonks threw a glare at her best friend, who was at the moment idling on a primrose silk bed. The laughter slid off Holly's face, and a gentle expression formed on it instead. "It is nice to see you though. I thought you'd forgotten all about me, Tonks."

Sighing, Tonks embraced the lovely blonde girl. "You know I haven't. It's just.. I need a bit of time to get things in order, that's all. Besides, you wouldn't have wanted to see me this past month. I was a total banshee."

Holly frowned. "Well, I understand... but I think that Remus is an utter asshole. I don't know what about him compells you so."

"He's just.. there is this terrible weight on him and he always looks as though he needs someone to just ... evanesco it for him. And I guess I thought, who better than me?" Tonks laughed, a tad bitterly. "How the mighty have fallen. I used to laugh at the milksops who cried into their lacy pink handkerchiefs about some weasel at Hogwarts, but now I'm just the same. Minus the hankies, though, thank Merlin."

"Still, I think you should get over him. After the way he used you and said forget about everything... it just goes to show that all men are pigs." Holly bit viciously into a Ginger Newt, her hydrangea blue eyes murderous.

Tonks laughed, and she was a bit surprised to feel no pain with it. She hugged her best friend once more. "You're the cure to everything."

"I love you, Tonks," Holly said tenderly, hugging her back. Tonks felt a tiny ache, not unbearable, but still there. She wished a certain someone else had been the one to tell her those four words.