Then Mother Tonks and Father Tonks looked at each other, trying to assess their thoughts, for a long minute. Finally she said it. “We always knew...”

Ted inadvertently uncovers and foils a plot.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not unless you can get my sister pregnant.”

“Very well, then, Mr. Tonks, I'm inclined to receive your suit favorably.” 

He looked happy, but cautious. “Does that mean something in the language of pure-blood witches?”

“It wasn't a dream, after all. Are you disappointed?”

Ted was no fool. His wife still thought of him as a Mudblood even if she never said the word aloud.

Andromeda dropped what she was doing and went into the kitchen, where she fell into a chair. Her uncle came, and she was trembling so hard that he asked her what happened. She described what she had seen and Alphard laughed, to his niece's chagrin.

Ted looked on his dad's nightstand. There was a picture from two summers before when the entire family had gone to Brighton. There were the kids, behaving like normal kids with grandparents, and there was Andromeda, who hadn't been stiff with the Muggles at all. Dromeda, he thought with a pang of longing. More than anything in this moment, he wanted to crawl into bed with his wife and let her soothe the agony he was feeling.

“Mum, Mr. Moody is a great Auror, and he's going to help me be one, too!”

...she sees the first one, way over on the horizon. A little while later, there's a brother and a while longer a sister to them. They start coming, more and more of them, shooting stars, the Perseids, the dynasty to come...