14th of February 2002.

What had been just a house four years ago, had gone grown into a home. It hadn't taken long for the lady of the house to come up with how she wanted their home to look, of course her boyfriend dutifully went along with everything she said, with his own minor suggestions. There was one room though, just one room that he didn't want her to decorate. His office. That was his, and his alone to furnish and make his own.

All of that led to here and now, with him standing and looking at an old book with no title on the front and a bent spine. It was his diary from school, the one thing that had been his constant companion through those years and he remembered some of those entries vividly.

"Harry!?" A female voice yelled from downstairs and Harry felt his mouth twitch into a smile.

"Office!" he yelled down.

Moments later, the natural form of Nymphedora Tonks slid into the room, her Auror uniform sitting snugly against her body.

"What you got there?" she asked as she grabbed her boyfriend in a hug.

Harry turned in her hug so he could kiss the top of her head, "Happy birthday beautiful." Harry said for the third time that day. "This is my old diary from Hogwarts." He stated.

"Getting nostalgic on me?" she teased.

Harry barked a laugh in response. "I'm fine, I just passed over it and fell into reminiscence."

"Well don't "remember" for too long, we've got reservations at six." Tonks stated as she left the room to go change.

Harry waved a hand after her. He wouldn't forget tonight, how could he? His fingers tightened around a small velvet box in his pocket, within that box was an heirloom of his family, a ring to be precise, the same ring that had sat upon his mother's finger after his father proposed.

'Tonight is the night… it's all or nothing…' Harry thought to himself.

He hadn't been this nervous since his acceptance speech into the Association. Thinking of that day brought more memories to the front, memories of his friends and how much things had changed over just four years.

Anthony and Daphne married in a beautiful ceremony, with Harry standing as Anthony's best man and Tracey as Daphne's maid of honor. Anthony had since gone on to become a world renowned Archeologist at only 21 years of age. Daphne had brought the house of Goldstein far forward after taking up a seat in the Wizengamot on her eighteenth birthday, she had taken them all by storm. So far, the two hadn't talked of children, at least not to Harry's knowledge.

Then there was Tracey. Four years out of Hogwarts and she was already one of the top Aurors in the corps. She had distinguished herself at every opportunity and Madam Bones had more than once talked about grooming her as her successor if someone else didn't want the job. Thinking of Madam Bones brought thoughts of her niece, Susan.

To say that Susan, Tonks and his outing as the Heirs of the Founders had been thunderous would be an understatement. Harry had had to travel back from America multiple times to face investigations and questioning about his findings and the proof that he brought forward. In the end, there was nothing anyone could do. The laws of magical Britain were countless and many were forgotten, but the word of the Founders were almost as good as law. So two years ago, Susan, Tonks and Harry had all taken up their titles and the first official meeting of the Heirs took place.

As expected, Professor Snape had been fired almost immediately, he was in no position to be a teacher and was swiftly replaced by an up and coming potions mistress that had been eager to teach. Headmaster Dumbledore had been put on probation and told that at the first sign that he couldn't handle being the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW and Chief Warlock, he was getting removed. In a surprising move, Dumbledore had actually resigned as Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock. He had stated that his passion had always been with the school and that is where he wished to live out the rest of his time.

It was a fond memory to Harry, that day when he returned to Hogwarts to introduce both the new teachers but also himself, Susan and Tonks as the Heirs. They hadn't made the greatest of change since then, mostly because it was only Susan who was still in Britain, but she sends them both regular updates on Hogwarts status.

Passing by a picture in his office, Harry grinned down at the image of his godfather standing with an arm around Harry's shoulder and a proud smile on his face. Harry himself was carrying a small bundle in his arms, his own goddaughter, Annabelle Delacour, Fleur and Emmi's first daughter, don't ask how they got a kid, there was so much ancient magic involved that Harry almost doubled over himself thinking of the sheer scale it took. As for Sirius… he had gone to France, and to Harry's knowledge, been living it large with Andre and Appoline ever since. Still hadn't found that Witch that could handle him, though he had great prospects for the newest candidate.

As for his extended French family. Andre and Appoline were doing great, having Sirius around really helped when Gabrielle flew the coop with her boyfriend a year ago. The younger Delacour sister was doing just as well, she was working as an Auror if you can believe it. She had found that spark for fighting for what is right in her last years at Beauxbatons. Fleur was head Curse-breaker for the French branch of Gringotts and Emmi had surprised everyone by choosing a job in the muggle world, she had become a lawyer, using her magic to help judge her clients and opponents. She still hasn't lost a case.

Finally, there was himself and Tonks he thought with a grin. Tonks had been accepted into the American Auror corps almost immediately and placed into their black-ops division. A Metamorph was a gift from heaven for undercover work according to her Chief. As for Harry himself? He'd gone off to work with the Association to get his findings in the Four Founders recognized. So Harry, at 21 years of age, was the youngest Wizard in history to make a history book altering discovery. Since then he had made a few other minor discoveries and helped a few of his colleagues with their projects. In a way, he was still waiting for that next big thing to come by him that would grab his attention. Maybe he needed to talk to Anthony about forming that research and archeology team?

"Harry, are you getting dressed?" Tonks called from downstairs, shaking Harry out of his memories and sending him bolting for his room to quickly get dressed for the evening, couldn't be late on Nymphedora's birthday.

Joining his lovely lady at the door, Harry fingered the small box in his pocket when she wasn't looking at took a bolstering breath. Tonight was it.

The restaurant wasn't a big one, it was nestled in the corner of Salem's magical community and was known as a lovers retreat. Harry and Tonks had been here before, once a year since they arrived actually. Always on Tonks' birthday. She loved the atmosphere and calmness of the place, to Harry all that mattered was that she was happy.

The waiter didn't really have to ask for their order, they hadn't changed it in three years, so why should the fourth time be the one that they change it up. The conversation was light as they ate, like it usually was. Mostly they would talk quickly about Tonks' day on the job and the latest thing Harry was looking into.

As desert came, Harry had finally talked enough courage into himself that he felt he was ready to ask the most daunting question in all his life. Reaching over, he grabbed Tonks' hand in his and gently caressed it with his thumb, when she looked at him with that knee-melting smile, he felt all the confidence in the world fall into place.

After talking a calming breath, he spoke;

"I read somewhere that everyone you meet has a part to play in your story." He saw the confusion in her eyes as he spoke, "And while some may take a chapter, others a paragraph, and most will be no more than scribbled notes in the margin, someday, you'll meet someone who will become so integral to your life, you'll put their name in the title." Tears were beginning to gather, in both their eyes, "Ever since the day I first met you, I knew that you would become a big part of my life, that you would fill multiple chapters in my book. If I had only bothered to look, I would have found that your name had been the title from the beginning." He barely held himself together as he withdrew the small box from his pocket, slid out his seat and down on his knee, "I know you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, so I ask you, Nymphedora Tonks, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

Tonks didn't have to think, nor stare at the ring, she knew that answer to that question long before Harry had probably even thought of asking it.

"Yes," she muttered through the years, "Yes, yes, yes… yes I will."

"Yeah?" Harry asked through a nervous chuckle.

"Yes, I will marry you, Harry Potter!" Tonks said as she pulled him in and slammed their lips together.

A round of applause and cat-calls went through the restaurant as the waiters and patrons cheered for the newly engaged couple.

When said couple finally broke for air, it was with a shaky hand that Harry placed the ring on Tonks finger. They shared another kiss and their foreheads rested against one another, two shining smiles on their faces. Tonks took his hand and guided it from her cheek, to her stomach and pressed it lightly against it. Harry's face went from smiling to shocked in record time.

"Tonks you're…?" he couldn't finish the sentence.

"I'm pregnant… I wanted to surprise you tonight… so… surprise?" she replied with a teary eyed smile.

The smile returned to Harry's face as tears of joy began rolling down his cheeks, a laugh bubbling from his throat as he pulled his fiancé into an embrace. As they shared another kiss, a single thought rolled through Harry's mind;

'This, this is perfect.'

The End (For real)

A/N: Well, that was that. No more to this, hope you enjoyed it. I'm going to go work on something else now. The Dragon Harry story if anyone is wondering. Tata

-TLWSY