So, to counter my very dreary stories lately, I want to rewrite their Deathly Hallows storyline. So, we're starting April 11th, the April full moon.

The wolf paced, agitated. The Wolfsbane helped, he supposed, because he was sure if he had missed another month of doses that it wouldn't have been good. Two months before, they hadn't been able to get the supplies they needed and he had nearly managed to get out of the basement and into the house, and now he was thankful nothing had happened- and that he had the Wolfsbane again.

But tonight, even with the Wolfsbane, he couldn't relax- and he certainly couldn't curl up and sleep like he used to. Dora needed him. She had gone into labour early on in the evening, a couple of hours before he had to leave. She had been a week past the due date given to her by St Mungo's back in August, and Remus had been feeling stressed in the days leading up to the full moon.

What if he missed it? What if she had to go through it alone? The idea of the pain, and of her being alone- it made him feel terrible all over again. The wolf's ears perked up as he heard a scream upstairs. His body tensed. No, no- he was supposed to be with her. He had to be with her.

He wasn't even sure how much longer he'd have to wait until he'd feel the familiar ache leading up to the transformation back to himself. He wasn't sure if it'd be in time, or if he'd walk upstairs and it'd be already too late, he'd have missed it. With every scream that his over-sensitive hearing picked up, the worse he felt.

His body seized, and for once, he was almost thankful. The pain of transforming back left him short of breath, and despite the pain, he pulled on his robes as fast as he could and raced up the stairs.

His body was protesting, he was exhausted, he didn't even usually leave the basement right away. Sometimes, he'd get dressed and then just fall asleep on the old sofa that had been moved down there by Ted when Remus had returned in September, but not this time.

He rushed up the stairs, ignoring the fact that every muscle and bone in his body was screaming in pain. He shoved open the bedroom door. Tonks was laying on the bed, pale and drenched in sweat.

"Dora, I'm here." Remus said, out of breath, dropping to his aching knees beside the bed, grabbing her hand.

She quickly snatched her hand back. "I don't really fucking care that you're here!" She snapped.

"You're lucky." Andromeda said, shutting her eyes slowly when her daughter swore, a habit that Remus usually found Andromeda would correct with a stern look. "You're just in time for the hard part."

And Andromeda wasn't kidding. Remus tried to help, tried to comfort, but really only received a snide remark(and a swear) from his wife, who had bright red hair the entire time. It was only when she collapsed against the pillows, and Andromeda was holding their tiny baby, that her hair faded to the brown Remus had become so familiar with. Andromeda brought the baby over, placing him gently in Tonks' arms.

"It's a boy." Andromeda said, smiling. She ran a hand over Tonks' hair. ''Good job, dear."

Remus suddenly didn't feel sore, or exhausted. He felt elated. He looked down at the black haired baby in his wife's arms, and he looked back at Tonks when she laughed.

"We didn't plan any boy names." She said in response to his glance. "We only planned a girl's name."

"Well." Remus said. "If we were going to name our daughter for my mother, we should name our son for your father." He looked back down at the baby, and frowned. "His hair was black." He said, looking at the boy's now light brown hair.

"Dora's did that, too." Andromeda said. "He's going to be a Metamorphmagus."

Within the next hour, Andromeda had taken Teddy to allow the new parents the sleep they needed. By mid-evening, though, Remus was awake and headed out the door. "We have to tell the others! I need to see Harry, Dora agrees, he should be godfather!" He had said to Andromeda as he disappeared out the door.

Andromeda would have rolled her eyes, but she happened to remember Ted had been just as eager to go find his family to share the news. She smiled, heading upstairs to check on her daughter. She was laying on her side, Teddy in one her arms as she gently traced circles on his tiny hand.

"He's going to look like Remus." Tonks commented. "He insists, however,-''

"That he looks like you." Andromeda said, smiling, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Your father and I were the same way."

"And I wound up looking like you." Tonks responded smiling.

Andromeda smirked. "You look like whoever you want. I suppose Teddy will be the same."