Teddy Lupin: April 23rd, 1998
The start of the next generation of Weasleys actually did not begin with a Weasley. It began with a Lupin. On the date above, Nymphadora "Tonks" Lupin was at home, her wand at the ready. Times were hard. The fate of the wizarding world would be decided in a matter of weeks, and Voldemort's grip on the land was tightening. Remus would be home soon, from doing spying missions for the Order. Tonks worried about her husband and felt she had every right to, since her father had been murdered by Voldemort's followers months ago. She looked down at her pregnant stomach. At least, there was one shining hope in these dark days…
Just then, a wave of pain hit her, and she screamed. She doubled over the kitchen table, and it was a miracle the contractions did not force her to lose her grip on her wand. She sent a Patronus charm, summoning Remus to come back immediately. Meanwhile, all she could do was hold on to the table; trying to move anywhere was preposterous, as over-exerting herself could only make the baby come that much faster. And she wanted Remus to be here for the birth of his son.
Thankfully, Remus came in a very timely manner. He quickly deduced that trying to call a Healer would be too dangerous in these trying times. Maybe that was a little paranoid of him, but even in labor, Tonks did not have the fight to argue. She let Remus carry her upstairs and to their bed, presuming that if a Healer was out of the question, he would help deliver the baby himself. Which, on the whole, was very sweet.
Remus instructed her to push, and Tonks did so. She screamed as she did. She screamed and screamed until a wail mixed in with her cries.
"It's a boy," she heard Remus breath through the haze. The next second, she felt a bundle being pressed into her arms, and she looked down into the face of her blue-haired, Metamorphagus son. She had decided on his name ever since her father had died. Edward Remus Lupin. Teddy, for short. The Lupin name had been passed to a new generation. Little did Tonks know it, but her death weeks later in the Battle of Hogwarts would mean her son would begin the generation of the family who would come to adopt him and love him as one of their own: the Weasleys.