Four Years Later…
Remus' eyes scanned the page in front of him, his forehead furrowed in concentration, a quill clenched between his teeth. A few years ago, he thought getting his book published would have been the most difficult part of writing, now he knew it was at least ten times harder to follow a successful book with, what he hoped would be, an equally successful second book.
A Werewolf's Tale had spent two years on the Daily Prophet's best selling list and had earned him enough money to purchase the three bedroom cottage on the outskirts of London as well as answering the question as to how he was going to support his family.
Sounds of laughter and giggles drifted down the hallway and through the open door to his study. His concentration was broken as he listened to his wife and their three year old son play in the front room. A drizzling rain had kept the two of them inside all day to play. Not that he was complaining. Hearing his son babble and talk in disjointed sentences and giggle were like music to his ears. He heard Molly and Dora go on about how patient he was with the boy, but it wasn't patience, it was total adoration. Remus was so thankful to have what he did, it was easy to be patient, even when his son was throwing temper tantrums or refusing to nap.
His entire life had changed over the past four years, well, actually, the entire wizarding world had changed.
He and Dora had married in a small ceremony at Hogwarts as soon as Harry was well enough to stand with Remus.
Harry had been hesitant to discuss what had happened when he had faced Voldemort. Over and over, he told everyone, "We fought, I won, its over." Molly Weasley had told everyone to back off, he would talk when he was ready.
It had taken nearly a week for him to wake after the confrontation and he had been permanently damaged by the fight. He could only see shadows and movement out of his left eye. His right arm was badly scarred and would become stiff and uncomfortable during bad weather.
It had taken several months before Harry sat down in the kitchen with Remus and told him what had happened. He had known were Voldemort was. After destroying the last of the horcruxes, Voldemort had decided to call him out, to end this and destroy Harry.
Voldemort was weak. There was little left of him when Harry had found him. Wormtail had been there to help, but this fight had to be between Harry and Voldemort.
Despite all that, it had been a hard fight. The Dark Lord had spells Harry had never heard of, including the one that had blinded him in his left eye. The Avada Kedavra had been thrown at him several times, but it never reached him. The shielding charms he would throw up or the trees he would hide behind protected him.
Harry had been under the Cruciatus Curse at least half a dozen times, leaving him in pain and weak. But the power needed to cast the spells and fight the ones Harry threw at him was starting to wane. Voldemort was losing.
It took all of Harry's concentration, he had one chance to do this. He pointed his wand and conjured up as much anger and pain as he could and called out "Avada Kedavra!" The green light hit Wormtail who had jumped out in front of Voldemort, taking the spell for him. He fell, clutching Voldemort's robes. Trapped under the weight of his follower, the Dark Lord was unable to move.
The two of them cast a spell at the same moment and their wands connected again. A part of Harry was excited about the possibility of seeing his parents again. This time even more people left the wand and like last time, they all surrounded him.
His mother stood close and whispered. "I know how difficult this is for you, darling, but it must be done. You can do it."
"When you break the bond, he will be even weaker," James had told him. "End it now, Harry, you can do it, you must do it."
The last thing Harry heard was his mother telling him, "We are so proud of you. Finish this so you can return to your Ginny."
He broke the connection. The spell ended and the bond broke. Voldemort was fighting to stay on his feet. Harry conjured up all the anger that he had grown with, the anger that came with knowing that this creature was the reason his parents were dead, the reason Sirius was dead, the reason why he had never had a normal life. Pointing his wand, he shouted out the killing curse and Voldemort fell with the unmistakable smell of burning flesh.
Harry fell to his knees and then collapsed, sapped of all energy and completely worn out.
Remus had listened to his story but didn't speak. He knew that Harry was a sensitive enough young man that, even though this had to be done, the fact that he had to kill someone had greatly upset him. Now that he was accepting help from his friends and family, Remus knew that Harry would get through this and come out a stronger man for it.
His injuries prevented Harry from pursuing his dream of becoming an auror, but he had confided in Remus that he had spent enough time chasing dark wizards. He was now in his third year of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Ginny had graduated and was studying to become a Healer. The two of them had been dating seriously since Harry had returned and planned to someday marry, after Ginny graduated from medical school.
Ron had healed completely from his injuries and was now playing Quidditch professionally. He had grown as a keeper and was the backup for the Chudley Cannons, although many thought he should have been leading the team. He and Hemione had married just six months earlier and were ridiculously happy fighting with each other and living in a flat in Hogsmeade when he wasn't traveling with the team. Hermione was an investigative reporter with the Daily Prophet, doing her best to bring integrity back to the field marred by such reporters as Rita Skeeter.
Fleur and Bill had a beautiful little girl named Adele and they lived in London where Bill still worked for Gringotts. Charlie had met a woman in Romania and had settled there while still studying dragons. He was working with a colleague to write a textbook about dragons. The twins were doing well, enlarging their store in Diagon Alley and opening a third store in Scotland and one in Ireland as well as a large mail order service.
Percy showed up on the doorstep of the Burrow three years ago full of shame and regret. Mrs. Weasley welcomed him back with open arms and tears. Mr. Weasley was still hurt by his son's behavior, but for Molly's sake, he and Percy were working on their relationship. As for his siblings, the rift was still there. The twins were not talking to him, Ginny was pleasant enough to him, Ron only spoke to him when Hermione told him to, while Bill and Charlie were civil to him. Percy lived in London, still working at the Ministry, but at a lower level.
Hogwarts was back, better and stronger than ever. The fact that the famous Harry Potter was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts had many students trying to get in. Minerva was doing well as the Headmistress, she missed teaching Transfiguration, but had found a surprisingly good replacement in Luna Lovegood. Neville Longbottom was working with Professor Sprout and was slated to take over for her when she retired in a few years.
Remus sat back and looked at the stack of parchment in front of him. Dora had bought him an old fashioned muggle typewriter to use in his writing, but he couldn't bring himself to use it. There was just something so satisfying about holding a quill in his hand, the smell of ink, the scratching noise as the words flowed from the quill-tip onto the parchment. He just loved it. His second book was a fictional recount of the days of the Marauders. His publisher had received his summary and was excited to read it.
Another burst of raucous giggling burst down the hall. His eyes automatically shifted to the picture on his desk. It showed Dora holding their then two year old son, Sirius James Lupin. She smiled and blew him a kiss before lifting Sirius' hand and waving enthusiastically. As usual, the little boy was giggling. He had a head of light brown hair like Remus', but he had Dora's heart shaped face and dark eyes.
Ever since the baby was born, Dora had taken to keeping her natural appearance. She was afraid of confusing the little boy if she kept changing her looks. She wanted to make sure Sirius knew who his Mum was. She wore her glossy, brown hair to her shoulders in loose curls and waves and her eyes their natural dark color. Remus believed the real reason she kept her looks was because she was so proud of the fact that their son favored her so much. He had found that he preferred her natural look. She thought she looked plain and boring, he thought she was absolutely beautiful. And now that she was nearly seven months pregnant with their second child, she was glowing and even more beautiful than usual.
Remus stretched his arms over his head and asked himself, for the hundredth time that day, how he got to be so lucky. She had taken him back when he came crawling to her flat, begging for forgiveness. In all honesty, her parents weren't too thrilled by what had happened, with Dora being pregnant and engaged to a man fourteen years older than herself. But once they saw how devoted they were to each other, they accepted Remus into the Tonks family. And the first time Andromeda held little Sirius in her arms, she was lost, completely. She spoiled him rotten, owls arrived regularly with gifts and trinkets for the little boy.
Throughout her pregnancy with Sirius, Remus and Dora had researched children of werewolves, trying to find out if there was a chance their baby would be one. They had found instances where children who had werewolves for both parents had been born with some werewolf tendencies and some who were born straight out as werewolves. There was even one horrific story of a woman who killed her baby in wolf form. But the fact was, there weren't any instances of a werewolf marrying and having a family with a non-werewolf wife. It was believed that if the mother was a werewolf, the baby had a better chance of becoming one because the baby was in the womb every month when the mother changed.
In the end, Dora and Sirius were being studied by the Healers at St. Mungo's. Their's was a case that was going in the hospital records to see what happened. So far, Sirius had shown no signs of being a werewolf. The little boy was watched closely as each full moon approached, but they saw no changes in behavior.
When the full moon rose each month, Remus took the Wolfsbane potion and settled into the old gardening shed in their backyard. Before they married, they had come to the agreement that Dora would not be around him when he changed. She still hated to think of him alone, but he pointed out that she was there before and after each transformation and that was enough for him. The garden shed was small, but warm and comfortable. Before each transformation, she would set water and food in there and then seal it closed after he went in. The following morning she would open the door and help him back into the house. It was a routine they had fallen into. And each night of the full moon, Tonks would sit up in her son's room, watching him for any changes and waiting for the sun to rise.
They had also watched little Sirius to see if he showed any signs of becoming a Metamorphmagus. Tonks worked with him, teaching him colors and watching his reaction. That was how her parents had learned about her. When she was little and learning colors, her mother told her she would make her hair change to match. But there was no sign of it in the little boy. There was no sign of magic at all in him yet. Usually, a baby born into a wizarding family showed some sign of accidental magic by the age of two. Tonks was constantly fretting that he was a squib.
"Don't get me wrong," she told Remus. "I will love him forever, no matter what, but what if he is a squib? What will he do?"
Remus had smiled and reassured her that it wasn't unusual for children to not show their magic until five or six. But it did little to stop her worries.
Tonks was keeping herself busy taking care of her family and with several projects. She had resigned as an auror when she was seven months pregnant with Sirius. There were times when she missed it, but she had figured that now that she was a mother, she should not be working in a job that put her life in danger. Instead, she worked with Harry, helping him with his classes and she ran the board for The Potter/Black Memorial Scholarship Fund. It was a scholarship she and Remus had started with Harry in memory of James, Lily, and Sirius that would go to a deserving Hogwart's student who wished to further their education. It helped pay for training as a Healer, an auror, or any other magical form of studies.
Harry and Minerva would compile a list of potential students and the board, made up of Tonks, Remus, Harry, Minerva, and Hagrid, would decide on the winner. The first winner had been Ginny when she had decided to become a Healer.
He jumped at the sound of his wife's excited shout, quickly yanked from his reverie. The chair fell back as he leapt to his feet and ran down the hall. Dora sat in a chair by the fireplace, a hand on her swollen stomach, a grin on her face and tears in her eyes.
"What is it? What's wrong? Is it the baby?" He asked, coming to her side.
Sirius shrieked with laughter. "Daddy!"
"Hi, mate." Remus crouched down to his son's level and returned the hug. "Are you being good for your Mum?"
"I good! We playin' wit…wit da bunny!" The little boy spoke excitedly and pointed to the blue stuffed rabbit Ginny and Harry had given him not long after he was born.
Remus turned his look back to his wife as she pushed herself out of her chair.
"Okay, stay with Daddy, Sirius, let's show him what you just did." She sat in the chair on the other side of the room and set the stuffed rabbit on the floor. "Okay, sweetie, show Daddy what you just did. Can you do it again? Show Daddy, Siri, show him what you did."
Remus looked down at his son who was looking back at him with a wide, owlish stare.
"Siri, love," Tonks nudged the rabbit with her foot. "Show Daddy what you did, come on, sweetie, show him."
Sirius furrowed his brow in an expression of concentration that mimicked the look Remus had when he worked. His tiny pink mouth pursed as he stared at the stuffed animal and Remus could feel his compact body tense in his arms.
A moment later, the stuffed rabbit got to its feet and stumbled forward a few steps, moving as though it was operated by marionette strings, before falling into a heap.
Tonks clapped her hands excitedly. "Yea, Sirius! Good boy! I am so proud of you!"
Remus stared in shock at the bunny lying on the floor. Sirius wiggled out of his grip and hurried over to retrieve his favorite stuffed animal, giggling at his mother's applause.
"Remus," Dora called to him, holding up her hand.
He stood and hurried over to help her to her feet. "He did it."
She grinned. "He did it. Our little boy is magic."
"He certainly is," he said, pulling her into a hug, enjoying the feel of her firm stomach against his own.
"I think he might be a genius."
"Yup. But then I knew he would be with a smart Daddy like you. Oh! Did you feel that?"
"I did." Remus laid his hand over hers feeling their baby shift and move inside her.
"Mummy." Siruis tugged at the hem of her shirt.
Remus swept him up and swung him onto his hip. "Feel there, Sirius, that's your little brother or sister."
The little boy allowed his father to press his hand against his mother's stomach. He grinned at Tonks. "Dat's my sister."
"Your sister?" She asked him. "Are you sure it's not a brother?"
Tonks took his little face in her hands and gave him a loud, smacking kiss. "You are such a good boy, I am so proud of you, and I love you so much! You know what, my handsome son?"
"I think you and I deserve Chocolate Frogs."
"Yea!" He clapped his hands excitedly. "Choc'lot fogs! Yea!"
She leaned over and spoke in an exaggerated stage whisper. "Do you think Daddy will take us to get some?"
"Maybe you should ask him."
He turned and wrapped his chubby little arms around Remus' neck. "Daddy?"
"Um, Mummy…Mummy tinks we…we need, um, choc'lot fogs."
Remus raised his eyebrows. "Really? Choc'lot fogs?"
The little boy nodded seriously.
Tonks poked him in the side and whispered something in his ear.
"Um, pease Daddy?" He said hopefully.
"Well, since you're being so polite, we can go to Diagon Alley."
"Yea! Tanks, Daddy!"
"Can you get him ready to go?" Dora asked. "I want to get a quick note out to my parents, let them know that Sirius did magic."
Remus smiled and set his son down. "You just can't wait, can you?"
"I've never been one for patience."
"No, you haven't."
She grinned at him. "I love you."
He gently laid both hands on her stomach and kissed her. "I love you."
"Come on, Daddy!" Sirius tugged at his father's hand. "Choc'lot Fogs! Pease!"
"It's nice to see our son inherited your problems with patience," Remus teased.
AN: Well, this is officially the end. Thank you so much for your amazing reviews, I had so much fun writing this story, I can only thank the amazing J.K. Rowling for creating such incredible characters.
Thank you all so much!