I can't honestly tell if this is good (or worth reading) or not. In my personal opinion I'm torn because this is one of the few canon events that tears at my heart, and I think this is some pretty poor characterization, but I like the end a little. Inspired by The Band Perry's "If I Die Young."

JKR owns everything associated with Harry Potter and the aforementioned band owns the aforementioned song.

Enjoy, let me know what you think?

The letter had been, to Andromeda, a great shock.

She knew, of course, that it was possible; hell, she knew the chances were great for tragedy. She was no foolish schoolgirl, after all; she was a grown woman.

But surely not all of them?

It felt like years ago, but mere hours earlier Remus had left Nymphadora and baby Teddy with Andromeda, and shortly after her daughter left to join her husband. Andromeda had sat tight with Teddy, who slept most of the night.

As dawn broke, Andromeda heard an owl at the window in the kitchen. She went to see what it could be about so early in the morning and found the Daily Prophet had been sent out in special edition: The war was over. Voldemort was dead.

The dark-haired woman had felt a large weight lift from her shoulders. At once, she became aware that a safe future had been restored for the Wizarding world and their children, especially her grandson. And if the battle at Hogwarts had gone as well as the Prophet was making it seem, Andromeda felt more confident that her daughter and son-in-law would return soon to celebrate victory.

But the hours of the morning slipped away, and Andromeda grew antsy. Finally, a second owl arrived. Hoping it was a note from Nymphadora, Andromeda jumped at the tap on the window and startled the owl in her try to remove the envelope. She tore the seal and the owl flew off.

The letter was from Kingsley Shacklebolt. Andromeda recognized the name; Nymphadora had met the large man during her Auror training and the two had been quite good friends.

The letter brought bad news. Kingsley broke to Andromeda that neither her daughter nor her husband had lived to see the end of the battle. Andromeda was beyond devastated; she had just lost her own husband weeks ago, wasn't that enough?

Around noon the rain started. Andromeda sat on the back porch with Teddy sleeping in her arms. Abruptly, she realized that it was now her responsibility to raise her grandson. It was heartbreaking to think: Teddy had hardly known his parents for a few days, really.

A third owl had come that day, this time bearing a letter from Harry Potter. He knew what had happened and, being Teddy's godfather, asked if he could visit and speak with her. She had replied quickly and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to pass time.

When her mind drifted over the issue of funeral arrangements Andromeda allowed a laugh. She thought of what Dora would do with the event if she planned her own funeral. A cross between brightness and morbidity, she supposed. She gave Teddy a bottle, still on the back porch. Thinking and speaking occasionally to the newborn, Andromeda watched the afternoon rain taper off.

Before the start of dusk the sun broke through the clouds. After watching Teddy look at the bright light with his cloudy blue eyes for a moment, Andromeda looked up herself.

A rainbow.

Yes, it was a sign. What else could it have been but a little message from Nymphadora?

Andromeda let out a contented sigh, feeling farther from crying than she had all day. They would watch Teddy grow, and she would not be alone.