What if Remus and Tonks didn't die? Then I wouldn't have sobbed for an hour. Honestly, was it necessary to kill both of them? Anyway, everything else is canon.

I don't own anything. J.K. Rowling, the favorite character slayer owns it all.

Nymphadora Lupin, or Tonks as she was generally called, sat at her desk, filling out paperwork. Well, she was supposed to be filling out paperwork. In reality, she was chewing on her quill (She had stopped using normal quills after she had developed the habit, she now used sugar quills supplied by George Weasley) and staring at one of her many photos of her husband Remus, her son Teddy, and occasionally one that she appeared in. Harry appeared in quite a few.

Tonk's favorite photo of the bunch was one she had taken a month ago while Remus and Teddy were taking a nap on the couch, Teddy on Remus' stomach, holding onto a stuffed wolf, and sporting bright green hair. Remus' hair was quite short for him; Tonks had made it her mission to cut his hair as soon as the war ended. She had tried cutting it; she had to have Molly Weasley tidy it up before she allowed Remus to look in a mirror.

"You know Tonks, you should seriously get some photos of your kid to show around," a deep voice said from the door of her cubicle.

Tonks turned to face Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was looking at the mass amounts of photos that covered her cubicle walls. "If you say so, Mr. Minister," she replied sarcastically. Even though he had been Minister of Magic for less than a week (Before being replaced by Percy Weasley in an election, who was proving to be the best Minister of Magic in Tonks' lifetime, much to the joy of the Weasley family, most of who were still amazed by his amazing turnaround back to them), Tonks never let him forget. She reminded him of it so much; she doubted anyone had ever been more embarrassed of holding the position.

She sighed. "Not the job it used to be, huh? We used to go out on missions, now we're paid huge sums of money to fill out paperwork to make sure the middle names of Azkaban prisoners are recorded."

"If you don't like collecting large paychecks, I can do something about that."

"You know what I mean," Tonks said, rolling her eyes.

Kinsley looked behind him. "You know, it'd be alright if you head home a little early, maybe four-ish. Just don't tell anyone." Tonks smiled sneakily. "Don't tell me, you've been leaving early already."

"Maaaaaaybe."

It was Kingley's turn to roll his eyes. "How's Remus?"

"Never better. He's the ultimate stay home dad." She paused. "Horace Slughorn's been providing Wolfsbane potion, he has been for a while." She smiled. "I think Teddy makes more of a difference than the potion. He makes Remus seem so much younger."

Kingsley nodded. "How old's little Teddy now?"

"One and a half. He's getting better at controlling his metamorphosing."

"Does he have a favorite hair style?"

"Red and yellow, spiked. He's a true Gryffindor, just like his amazing Godfather," a new voice cut in.

"And his parents. Wotcher, Harry."

Kingsley rolled his eyes once again, and left, calling to Tonks, "You can nip out earlier legally now, but no earlier than four."

"How come you get to leave early?" Harry asked jokingly.

"Oh, come off it," she replied, equally joking. "I thought Ginny didn't come home from Saint Mungo's until pretty late."

"She does, they really drill those healers. Her training to give potions and learn countercurses is harder than my dark wizard fighting training was. But then again," he added as an afterthought, "Once you destroy Voldemort, everything is a piece of cauldron cake."

Tonks continued the popular use of eye-rolling. "You're just as cocky as Remmy says James was." She blushed.

Harry smirked.

"Well, what do you call Ginny?" Tonks demanded playfully. "And what does Ginny call you?"

"How's my Godson?" Harry said quickly. Everyday he asked how Teddy was doing.

"Well, this morning he had a spectacular fall, he was just toddling into the kitchen and then he tripped. He hit his nose on the floor, it was gushing. Thankfully, I have experience in nose-mending," she said with a smirk of her own. "He's got my metamorphosing and klutziness, and we're pretty sure he has Remus' intelligence. We really were lucky he didn't get Remus'- ,"

"Furry little problem?" Harry added, smiling.

"Exactly."

"Say hi to Remus for me, and tickle Teddy a bit as well," Harry said, turning to leave.

"Tell Ginny I say wotcher."

"Done."

Tonks turned her chair back to her desk. Two more hours, she thought, looking at her watch.

At three fifty-nine, Nymphadora appeared with a loud pop in the living room. Remus was asleep, on the couch. Teddy was on top of him, cuddling Moony, his stuffed wolf. Both of them had slept through Tonks' apparation. This was not an uncommon scene.

She started tickling the green-haired Teddy's tummy. He giggled a bit and squirmed, waking Remus from under him.

Remus blinked then smiled.

"We've had a busy day," he said, motioning to the pile of picture books and a chocolate bar wrapper. Tonks had forgotten to mention Remus' chocolate addiction to Harry in the list of inherited traits. But Harry had definitely figured that out.

Remus picked up the still asleep Teddy and handed him to Tonks while he stretched. Tonks felt something wet, and realized it was coming from the bottom of Teddy's Weird Sisters onesie. Tonks felt part of Remus' red Weasley sweater that looked darker than the rest. Remus noticed it as well.

"I'll throw this in the wash, then get started on dinner. Grilled cheese and tomato soup sound good?" He asked. As Tonks burned toast, Remus cooked just about every meal. He was quite good at it, too. Tonks thought he could even rival Molly Weasley.

"Sounds perfect. I'll give Teddy a bath before dinner, he seems really wet, and he seems to have chocolate all over." Teddy had chocolate on his chin, hands, and all over his face.

They both seemed to have the same thought at the same time. In a second, both of their lips were on both of Teddy's chocolate-coated cheeks.

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