Author's Note: This is my first fanfic in any fandom, ever! I hope its not that bad. X)

Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to Jo Rowling; if they belonged to me, Remus and Tonks wouldn't be dead:(

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"Hurry up!"

Women, why did they always take so long to get ready? Wasn't three hours a long enough time? Why did they make such a big fuzz over everything?

Though, now that he thought about it, it was a pretty big thing, for both of them. He had to admit it to himself that he was quite nervous. Hell, he was even sweating!

"I'm coming! Just give me a few...more—" He heard a CRASH coming from the bedroom down the hall, where his girlfriend was taking her sweet-ass time getting ready.

"Are you alright?" he called after her, true concern in his voice.

"—minutes" she finished, gasping a bit, as though nothing had happened, "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little...I'll be right out!"

He sighed. Pacing back and forth in the living room of their small flat, while at the same time continuing to button-up his shirt, he began to wonder if his father had felt this way too, and if his mother had fuzzed about it as much as Victoire was doing now. Of course they didn't, he mentally told himself, because your parents didn't go through this, remember? Granny Andromeda told you how it happened, you idiot, how could you forget!

In truth, he hadn't forgotten. He would never forget that memorable day on his 11th birthday when he made his Granny dish about his parents.

—Flashback—

It was late July, and it was raining.

She had forgotten how messed up the weather could be these days, and wasn't prepared for the rain pour. She was soaking wet, from the top of her head the tip of her black boots, and she was shivering.

"This is just fantastic," she said sarcastically out loud, to no one in particular, "Really, my day couldn't get any better."

She was walking towards a small assortment of Muggle-looking houses, each, as she knew too well, with its own big front lawn and an even bigger back garden.

She walked towards the one in the corner, it was darker than the others, but, she knew, much more friendlier and cozier. There was no need to worry about protection charms stopping her from approaching, she had full permission to get pass them. She smiled as she passed the front garden, with its lilies, tulips, and other flowers she had no idea what they were nor cared. Her mother, always keeping up with her garden, specially in times of stress. She reached the front door, and knocked.

"Who is it?" came a voice from the other side, a male voice full of alertness.

"Its me, your daughter," she responded, "Dora."

The door opened, and Ted Tonks came into view, a big, caring smile on his face. He meant to hug her, but she put a hand to his chest, stopping him from coming close. "You're supposed to ask me the security question," she told him, full aware that she was annoying him, "What if I was dear aunt Bella, Polyjuiced to 'be' me? You could've been opening the door to your death!" She wasn't mad at him, anything but, and he knew it.

"Oh, stop being cheeky with me Dora," Ted said, ⌠I could tell it was you even if there were a hundred other people behind you, Polyjuiced to look like you."

"Really?" she asked, smiling.

"Really," he told her, "Now come on in before you catch a cold; you're soaking wet!"

This was good, this was going, so far, like she expected it to go. She just hoped that in a few moments she would feel the same.

They entered the house, and instantly she regretted coming. This warm atmosphere, here in the home were she grew up, it would just not due. She knew, she would leave here crying, upset, if they acted like she expected them to.

"Nymphadora!" Andromeda Tonks got up from her big, cozy reading chair-sofa and strode towards the front door, hugging her daughter once she got there.

"Mum," Tonks said over her mother's shoulder, a little annoyed over hearing her first name.

"How are you dear?" Andromeda asked, stepping back to look at her daughter, "My goodness, you are completely wet! Come, sit here," she stirred her towards a big brown couch, not letting her answer, "I'll go get you a warm blanket."

"There's no—" she began, but her mother had already disappeared to the nearest upstairs bedroom, "—need."

"So, Dora," her father said, as he came to sit oppostie of her in another sofa, "What brings you here, back to your dear old folks' home?"

"You guys are not old," she said, flatly.

"What's wrong Dora?" he asked. God, he knew her so well!

"I'd rather wait for Mum," she looked to the side, not wanting to look at him. She knew he would see her uneasyness, her fear, and her shame.

There was an uncomfortable silence where Tonks didn't look at her father, but was aware that he was staring attentively at her. This was going to be harder than she thought.

The silence was broken by Andromeda coming into the room. "Here, now you'll be all warm," she said, walking over to Tonks and drapping her in a warm, blue blanket.

"Thanks," whispered Tonks.

"Now," said Andromeda, as she sat by her husband, "What's wrong dear, why are you here?"

"Why do you both assume that I came here just because there's something 'wrong'?" Tonks asked, with an air of incredulity in her voice, "Can't I come visit my parents? I'm your only daughter you know!" She was losing control, she knew the moment to tell them was approaching.

Her parents looked at each other for a second, before her father said, "Of course you can visit, dear. It just...well..."

"Well what Dad?" Tonks asked.

"Well, its just that we can see that there is something troubling you," he responded, a little shy.

"We're your parents, Nymphadora," her mother pointed out, "We know you better than you may think." She moved to sit next to Tonks, took her daughter's hand in both of hers, patted them slightly, and turned to face her, "Tell us what's wrong, sweetheart."

Tonks took a deep breath; this was it.

"Mum," she looked at her mother, "Dad," she turned to face Ted, "I'm...I..." Just spit it out Tonks, she told herself. ⌠I got married, and now I'm pregnant," she said, rather quickly and low, but it did not go unnoticed by her parents.

Both husband and wife stood up, "WHAT?!" they said at the same time.

"Look, it was a small, very fast wedding," she shamley tried to explain, "We only invited our closes friends, no big party or anything—"

"Wait, wait, wait!" her father said, hands waiving confusingly in the air, "When did you get married, and to whom?!" He was looking at her with bemusement, while her mother looked rather angry.

"It was last month, early last month,"she responded, her voice just audioable just above a whisper, "I married Remus Lupin." She looked away from them, not wanting to see their shocked faces.

"You.." began her mother, she strode in front of Tonks and took her face in her hands, "Look at me Nymphadora!" Tonks stared at her, fear behind her gaze, "You married a...a...A WEREWOLF?!"

There was full malice in her voice, and it made the insides of Tonks lurch with shame. They were acting like she predicted, but she knew, no matter how many times she had practiced in front of the mirror, that it wouldn't matter. She would leave here crying, angry and ashamed of herself.

"I can't believe this!" her mother shouted, "I thought you were smarter than this!"

"Mum," she shot back, not caring whether she was losing control or being rude to her parents, "I don't care what you or Dad think! I love him! You hear! And he loves me!"

"Then why isn't he here?!" her father joined the shouting war, "With you?! Why did he leave you to come alone?!"

"He...he's not...he.." she couldn't, she wouldn't tell them what had happened between them. If they didn't understand this, how could they understand that? No, they would not know, "He couldn't come," she confessed, "He was busy, working...on something."

"What can be so important that he would leave you to come here unprotected all by yourself?!" her father was hysterical now, "If he really loved you, he would be here too!"

"He does love me!" she screamed, "And I told you I don't care what you say or think! I've made my choice, and I'm not backing down! Not now, not ever!" she began to move towards the door, but her mother stopped her.

"Nymphadora, wait," Andromeda said, her voice calmer and somewhat sweeter, as she placed a hand on Tonks's arm, "You can't leave like this, not in your condition."

"My condition?" she asked.

"You said you were pregnant didn't you?"

"Oh, yes, I am," Tonks answered, rather lamely, "But what does it matter to you? I can take perfect care of myself, I didn't go through Auror training for three years and learned nothing, you know!" She was angry now, annoyed at them more than anything for not understanding, but angry at herself.

"Yes, we know you are capable of protecting yourself," said Andromeda, "But you can leave like this, you are not emotionally stable, and plus, its raining hard outside, who knows what could happen to you."

"No Mum, I'm leaving," Tonks moved out of her mother's grasp to the front door, when she got there, she turned around and faced her parents one last time, "I knew you wouldn't understand, not even 'cause I'm happy. And I'm sorry, but until you accept both that I'm married and that its his baby, you will not get to know your grandchild." She took a split second to look at their faces, a mixture of shock and sadness in each expression. She almost didn't go, she almost felt like saying sorry and running into their arms, but she had to stay her ground. She turned and left.

It was still raining outside, hard. She felt weaker than she had when she first decided to come here, she needed to lie down soon.

It had hurt her, to say those words to her parents, but she knew they were the truth. She wouldn't let them see her baby until they accepted her marriage to Remus; he was the baby's father after all. If they didn't accept him, to her it was like they didn't accept their grandchild.

She found a safe, dark place near the end of the road and Disaparated.

—End of Flashback—

His grandmother had said that she and her husband had come around a few weeks after that, and that his mother had been happy to share her pregnancy with them. She told him of why his father had not been there with his mother that night, how he had not taken the news of his mother's pregnancy very well and had left her for a few weeks.

He couldn't imagine doing that to Victoire, it just seem too cruel.

"I'm ready," came a voice from behind him. He had been so rapped up in his own thoughts, that an automatic "what?" came from his lips as he came back to reality.

"I said," she said, "I'm ready." She gestured to her appearance, "Is this okay, or is too much?"

He looked over her. She was wearing a rather sexy mini — strapless — black dress, with a sparkly belt just below her mid section. He couldn't help but notice how well the dress showed her gorgeous legs. He was dumbstruck by her beauty, but it turned to concern as he looked down at her choice of shoes.

"Its fine, but are you sure you're going to survive the night with those on?" he pointed to her very high high-heels, "They look dangerous."

She smiled, a smile that drove him crazy in other, more intimate situations, "Don't worry, darling, I'm perfectly capable of staying on my feet in these. I've got so used of them."

"I've never seen you wearing some that high," he said, "Are you sure —"

"I'm sure," she told him, her smile not leaving her gorgeous face for a bit, "Now come one, we're going to be late, and you know what Dad says..."

"'Its one thing to be fashionably late, its another to be late just to be late.'" the both quoted at the same time.

After a brief laugh, they gather their coats, and left their flat, stepping into the fireplace and shouting "The Burrow!"

When they arrived, they noticed that mostly everyone was already there, the majority in the kitchen.

"Oh, there you are!" came the voice of Molly Weasley from their left, weaving in and out pass the guests to join them and greet them.

"Oh, its so nice to see you both," she said in the process of giving them both a warm hug, "Now come, the dinner is still hot. You both look rather skinny."

She stirred them towards the kitchen.

They greeted everyone, taking their time to give hugs and shake hands, and talk a little before settling down to eat.

"So," asked his godfather, "How are things between you and..." he gestured to Victoire, who was talking to her parents to his left.

"Oh, its all good," he said with a smile.

"Ah, that's a smile I know," came the voice of uncle Ron from behind him, "You guys have something important to share with us, don't you?" he said, with an air of knowing everything about relationships.

"Maybe. You'll have to wait and see," he responded, rather cheekily.

The three shared a brief laugh, and went on to talk about other things, mostly regarding their work at the Ministry.

Once everyone had finished eating, the conversation around the room grew louder and louder, and as he turned around to look at her, they knew. It was time.

"Um," he said, clearing his voice. The entire room became silent, all eyes on him and Victoire, as they were now standing.

"Well," he continued, "We have a bit of news to share with you all." He was so nervous. Why was he so nervous?! Calm down, Ted, he told himself, its no biggy.

But before he could go any further, Victoire shouted happily, "We're going to have a baby!"

There was an instant uproar. But he, Teddy, only had eyes on one person. His grandmother, who had covered her mouth with both hands, her wrinkly face displaying an expression of full, but happy bewilderment.

He accepted the complements of several people, saying a brief "Thank you", as he passed by to join his Granny.

"Oh Teddy," she shrieked, a happy shriek, "Oh, son, I'm so proud of you." She gave him a hug, a warm, cozy, reassuring hug, one that he always loved to receive. "Your mother and father would be so proud of you!"

Yes, he knew they would be proud. He knew, that from up above, they were watching, a happy smile on their faces. He felt a sad pang in his chest that they couldn't be there, physically with him, but he was sure that they knew, like he knew, that being surrounded by all these lovable people was good enough of him.