Summary: A series of vignettes highlighting Tonks' attempts at gathering information on Remus. Set during OOTP.
A/N: Oh, Sirius, how I love thee...
Conversations About A Werewolf
6. Sirius Black
For the next few days, Tonks couldn’t stop thinking about her last encounter with Remus. She wanted to discuss with him in more detail what Snape had revealed, and yet, she couldn’t think of any way to broach the topic. Remus had made it quite clear that he was not interested in discussing it further, and she resisted in fear of pushing him away. It had been difficult to become as close as she had gotten with Remus, and she didn’t want to risk that now. Unlike her, he did not wear his emotions on his sleeve. No, he kept them tucked somewhere deep inside of him, hidden like a buried treasure from the world. She wanted more than anything to get just a taste of those precious jewels he was hiding.
So she decided to talk to Sirius.
It was risky, she knew, turning to her cousin for information. Since he was about as close to Remus as one could be, not to mention so keen on entertainment these days, Tonks was fairly certain he couldn’t be trusted to keep his mouth shut. She worried, too, that Sirius would deliberately steer her in the wrong direction just for his own twisted entertainment. He was, after all, becoming more and more agitated, locked in this old house, with each passing day.
“Hello there, Tonks,” Sirius greeted cordially in Buckbeak’s room. “What can I do for you?”
“Wotcher, Sirius. Can we talk?”
“All right.” Sirius dropped the bag of rats he was just about to feed Buckbeak onto the floor. “About what?”
Sirius’ eyebrows shot up, and a wicked grin made its way across his features, gracing him with that youthful look she’d only seen in old photos. “About bloody time!”
"Yeah..." Tonks agreed cautiously, trying not to blush at the implications of Sirius' comment. “Well, the other day, Snape told me about that time he saw Remus as a werewolf when you lot were at Hogwarts.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Sirius, his smile fading. “Not my shining moment, I’m afraid.”
“No,” she replied frankly. “But Remus, he –“
“Never quite got over that, unfortunately.”
“Why not? It’s not like he bit Snape.”
“No, but he was so used to making his transformations either alone or just with us Animagi. I think it was the closest he’d ever gotten to biting someone and it really shook him – well, until a few years ago when we found Peter and, well, you know that lovely story.”
“Yeah... Well, that got to him, too, didn’t it? He refuses to transform here.”
“You sure know a lot about Remus.”
“Molly told me,” she replied defensively.
Tonks paused then, watching Buckbeak as he greedily ate all the rats out of Sirius’ abandoned sack instead of meeting his eyes. “Well, I think he also overheard a nasty comment that Snape made about... well, us.”
“About me sharing a bed with... a werewolf.”
Sirius didn’t react for a moment, so Tonks chanced looking up at him. To her horror, he was smiling more broadly than before, and even began to laugh. In fact, he laughed so hard that he fell over onto Buckbeak’s clawed feet. The Hippogriff made a noise of contempt and walked away from his master, who was all but rolling around on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
“It’s not that funny!” she replied, struggling to keep her own laughter at bay. It was a little funny, she had to admit, plus it was good to see Sirius so happy. Though she would never admit that to him.
“But... it... is,” he gasped, grabbing a stitch in his side.
“You try listening to Snape talk about your sex life and we'll see if you're still laughing!"
"Yeah, that's a bit scarring," Sirius admitted, sobering up a bit. "But that's not why I'm laughing."
"Then why are you laughing?"
“Because this is Moony we're talking about,” he said, sitting up, still breathing hard and red-faced.
“Well,” he said in a tone that indicated he thought this was quite obvious, “Remus wouldn’t share a bed with you, Tonks.”
“And why not?” she asked, unable to hide her outrage.
Sirius paused to take in the mix of anger and hurt in her dark eyes, and the smile began to creep onto his face again. “Does that bother you?”
“Well, you basically just told me I’m not desirable, so yeah, just a bit,” she said in what she hoped was a cold tone.
However, Sirius merely let out another bark of laugher, and Tonks glared at him. He was certainly being about as supportive as a rusty can of beans. No, he was worse than that. At least you could eat the beans.
“That’s not what I meant. He likes you too much to shag you, that’s all.”
“That makes sense,” she snorted.
“Look, Moony doesn’t date women. I mean, I suppose he gets his frustrations out somehow, if you know what I mean, but he doesn’t start serious relationships. And no offense, Tonks, but you would be way beyond the boundaries of a casual relationship, wouldn’t you?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because Remus cares too much for you to risk hurting you! Look, when we were in our sixth year, Moony was completely smitten with this seventh year Ravenclaw, Marla Jones. But it turned out that she liked him, too, and when she asked him out, he turned her down! The very next day, we caught him snogging in a cupboard on the third floor with Amelia Johnson, a fifth year that he probably hardly even knew existed before that day!”
“Well, that's a lovely little tale, really, Sirius, but what does that have to do with - ?”
“It means Remus would be too afraid to start anything with you because then it would become serious, which would mean that he would be a danger to you! Merlin, for an Auror, you’re really thick, you know that?”
“Shut it,” she growled. "I don't care about any of that stuff!”
“Well, what are you doing arguing with me about it? Go tell him that!”
“I did! But he won’t listen to me!”
“Yeah," Sirius said thoughtfully, "he's always been a bit stubborn, hasn't he?"
"You're his best mate, tell me what I should do!"
"I don't know... this is quite a predicament you’re in, isn’t it?”
“Bugger all! You’re no help.”
“Sorry! Just go tell him you fancy a shag, what man could resist that? Although it is Moony...” Sirius mused.
“Fine, fine.” He paused, the corners of his lips twitching. “I’ll go tell him then.”
No! Tonks was on her feet, pointing her wand at his chest before he even had a chance to move. “Don’t you dare, Sirius. Tell him anything,” she said through gritted teeth, “and the Ministry finding you will be the very least of your worries.”
“All right, all right,” Sirius replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I won’t tell him anything.”
“Good,” she said, pulling her wand away from him and heading toward the door. She paused and turned to face her cousin again, biting her lip. "It's not that I want to shag him. I just... don't want him to feel like he can't talk to me, that's all."
“Say another word about this, and you’re a dead man, Black.”
“Of course, not another word, Auror Tonks."
Just as she opened the door, however, she heard Sirius mutter, “Shame, though... seems like you could use a good shag.”
“Shut up, you sodding git!” she screamed, slamming the door on her cousin’s cackles as they echoed through the corridor.
Tonks cursed inwardly. Keeping Sirius quiet was not going to be easy.
1. Mad-Eye Moody
2. Kingsley Shacklebolt
3. Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger
4. Molly Weasley
5. Severus Snape
6. Sirius Black
7. Mundungus Fletcher
8. Remus Lupin