A/N

This story consists of fifty one-shots, divided into five chapters. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

Special thanks to my awesome editor who added their magic to my writing and helped me improve.

Warnings are listed at the bottom of each chapter.

January 1970

Andromeda raced up the stairs and wasn't surprised to find him standing by the railing, casually leaning over it. His telescope by his side, and surrounded by books, while parchment and quill lay scattered around the floor. She looked at him for a moment before she stepped into the moonlight.

When he heard her panting, he turned around and gave her his award-winning grin. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her hair before they down to gaze at the stars. When he felt her shiver, he put his Hufflepuff scarf around her neck and fastened it with a knot.

She snuggled into his side, enjoying his warmth. "I realised something today, Mr Tonks," she said after a while, her tone playful.

He kissed her gently and touched her cheek. Moonlight illuminated his face as he looked lovingly at her.

"Care to share, Ms Black?" he grinned, running his fingers through her chocolate coloured hair.

She took a breath, letting the tranquil quiet hang in the air for a moment before speaking. "That... Well, I love you," she said eventually and blushed lightly. For a moment she didn't dare to look at him.

"About bloody time, Dromeda!" he exclaimed, smiling brightly. Turning her face toward him, he gave her a passionate kiss. "I love you, too!"

They enjoyed each others presence and the clear night until well after curfew. She was still wearing his scarf when she eventually returned to the Slytherin common room.

November 1971

"Dromeda," he groaned. His whole body tensed up and then he shuddered and sighed. His nails dug into her back, creating a delicious pain and he buried his head in her shoulder, breathing heavily.

Having not quite been satisfied yet, she was still sitting on his lap and refused to move away. She gently rubbed her slick folds up and down his manhood waiting for him to get ready again. She moaned softly into his hair, close to his ear, and felt goose bumps forming on his back when she did so.

When he was ready again, he flipped her over and climbed on top of her. He kissed her hard and passionately and before she could beg him to enter her, she felt him at her entrance. She pushed her pelvis up and sighed when he finally thrust into her.

He was good in bed, hitting every sensitive spot and making her writhe under him. She begged him to go faster, and, in response, with a smirk on his face, he slipped out and buried his face between her thighs. She groaned and kept his head in place with her hands.

"Yes!" She hissed as he pushed his index and middle finger inside her while trailing his tongue up and down her folds. With his rough fingers, he massaged her breasts and pinched her taut nipples. Rapidly approaching her release, she arched her back and he slid into her again. It didn't take long for her to climax. She moaned loudly as she came and pushed him over the edge with just those beautiful noises.

He collapsed into her waiting arms. The pair finally felt at home in their new flat.

October 1972

Enjoying her day off, she lay down on the couch and opened her book.

She turned the page and caressed her lower belly. She wasn't showing yet, leaving only her and Ted knowing of their child. Turning the page again, she rested her hand beneath her shirt and ran her fingers over the skin just below the navel. That's when she felt it, a small fluttering as faint as breath tickling the inside of her belly. Gasping, she immediately put the book down and laid her other hand on her belly to stroke it softly.

"You're really there," she mused with a bright smile on her lips.

Her initial excitement quickly gave way to dread. There was no one she could go to for advice. No one to ease her mind, to tell her that everything will work out or to inform her what to expect. Her own mother had carelessly cast her away and Ted's was no confidante of hers. Just her and Ted... Tears welled up in her eyes and she sat up, putting her head in her hands, feeling alone.

She took a deep breath and stroked her belly again, trying to calm herself. "I love you so much, dear," she whispered. "We'll be fine, won't we?"

The baby moved again and she smiled, reassured by their movements. She reached for her book again, anxiously waiting for Ted to come home, so she could tell him.

March 1973

Ted gently pushed his daughter's tiny foot into the dark ink and onto the paper. Andromeda shook her head at the Muggle tradition, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. The girl shrieked when the cold liquid touched her toes and changed her hair colour from jet-black to bright red for just a moment.

"Did she just…" he asked incredulously before shooting a questioning gaze at his tired wife.

"A metamorphmagus!" There was a note of exhaustion in her voice, but she couldn't help but smile brightly at his puzzled expression.

He still looked quite shocked and sat down on the edge of the bed, laying Nymphadora down in Andromeda's waiting arms.

Andromeda grabbed his fingers with her free hand and squeezed them. "I'm so happy she's finally here," her voice thick with tears. "She's perfect."

"She truly is," he said, as he lovingly touched his daughter's rosy cheek. "But what about this meta… meta... what did you call it?"

Andromeda chuckled lightly. "Meta-morph-magus, dear," she spelt it out for him. "It means that she'll be able to change her body in whatever way she wants to. It's a rare gift; we did a brilliant job."

He nodded firmly, pressing a small kiss to Nymphadora's head. The tears forming in his eyes made Andromeda's heart flutter.

August 1974

"Have you ever heard about the International Statute of Secrecy?" He asked in a teasing voice while he stood in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

She turned around, her heavy black robes swaying gently. "What?"

"You know, while I do love seeing you in a corset my relatives will find it odd. They're Muggles, I'm sure you're aware?"

Andromeda laughed. "Don't you think bringing our little metamorphmagus threatens the Statute more than my robes?" Her retort was fair but she changed out of her dress anyway.

The toddler in question had pulled the hood off her head for the third time, and Ted and Andromeda could only sigh. Nymphadora and her hair had stubbornly decided that green was the colour of the day.

"Are you sure there isn't spell to keep her hair brown?" Ted asked.

"There isn't. It would hurt her. It's her nature to change, we can't suppress that." She sighed. "Go alone, tell them she's sick. We'll visit your parents next weekend and it's not like the rest of your family don't find me weird anyway." She chuckled lightly and took the tired baby from Ted's arms, rocking her gently.

"I hate doing this, Dromeda," he said, running his fingers through Nymphadora's fine hair. "I hate that I have to hide my wonderful daughter."

"I know," Andromeda said and gently pressed her forehead against his. "It'll get easier, I promise you. It's a gift. One she'll have control over eventually."

June 1975

She hid the photo album down on her lap when Ted entered the study but forgot to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

He sat on the edge of the desk and studied her face, his steady gaze making her squirm. As usual, she was unable to hide from him.

"Talk to me, love." He gently pulled the album from her sweaty palms and placed it on the table. "What were you looking at?"

She sighed and reached for the album, opening it where he had interrupted her. Narcissa smiled at them from the picture, waving shyly at the camera, her blonde hair flowing in the wind. Andromeda swallowed as she traced her sister's face with the tip of her finger.

She didn't miss her family's disgusting beliefs and Ted gave her more than she had ever wanted but…

A teardrop fell onto the page and Ted wiped it away with his handkerchief.

"I miss them. I know I shouldn't, but..." Andromeda trailed off, putting her head on his thigh as he drew soothing circles on her back.

"Hush, sweetheart. They're your family, it's okay to miss them," he reassured her and lifted her head so she could see how sincere he was.

September 1976

A smile grew on Andromeda's lips when she spotted him waiting for her in the lobby of St. Mungo's. He wrapped her arms around her waist and drew her close, kissing her firmly on the lips in front of her colleagues and some waiting patients.

She gently pushed him away, blushing when she noticed the audience.

He frowned lightly. "Can't I visit my beautiful wife at work?" he asked, dramatically putting his hand on his heart. "Not even to take her to lunch on our anniversary?"

She chuckled and stepped closer, capturing his lips again, this time successfully ignoring her co-workers looks. "Of course you're allowed, my handsome husband," she whispered in his ear.

Ted led Andromeda into a small restaurant in Muggle London. "Do you remember this place?" he asked after they had sat down and he had ordered for both of them.

She looked around for a moment, the place looking somewhat familiar. "Oh!" She grinned as the realisation hit her. "We had dinner here after you had proposed, didn't we?"

He laughed at the memory and took her hand in his. "We did. It was hilarious. You were terrified of all the Muggles."

Andromeda blushed and let out a huff. "Still not funny." She crossed her arms on her chest.

He gave her his best goofy grin, and she melted immediately. "I love you, Teddy," she said sincerely, reaching for his hand. "Thank you for everything."

April 1977

Ted waited to return to the bathroom until after the cramps had stopped. Andromeda looked up at him when he entered, tired, with red and watery eyes. "Please, Ted. I can't do this anymore," she whispered numbly, a lone tear trailing down her cheek.

He wiped his own tears and pulled her up, trying not to look at the blood on the floor as he helped her into the bathtub.

When he took off her nightgown, she winced and protectively slung an arm around her waist. He swallowed hard when he saw the dried blood between her legs. Carefully, he washed it off with warm water and a soft cloth. He filled up the bathtub, added her favourite scent and helped her sit down.

"Are you sick, mummy? I heard you cry." Nymphadora asked, peeking her head into the bathroom. She was wearing her pyjamas, had her plush cat in one arm and was rubbing her tired eyes with her free hand. Luckily, Ted grabbed her before she could notice the blood and quickly carried her outside.

Andromeda had to put her hand in front of her mouth to hold back her cries. How could this have happened again? She had been so careful, had followed all the advice, had taken every precaution… She shook her head as sobs wracked her body.

He returned minutes later, undressed and settled down behind her in the tub. He placed one hand on her middle and slung his arm around her upper body. She leant her head against his shoulder and cried.

"We won't try again," he promised her as tears ran down his face.

Their dream of a second child shattered forever.

February 1978

She dangled the Oxford University pamphlet in front of his face, trying to snatch his attention away from the newspaper.

His brows furrowed the moment he read the title. "Are you sure?" he asked and took the leaflet from her hands, scrolling through it. "Muggle medicine?"

She nodded and sat down in front of him on the floor, crossing her legs, laying her hands flat on his knees. "I really want to do this. It would be wonderful to combine our methods of healing with theirs. The possibilities are endless," she mused, looking at him with gleaming eyes. She didn't tell him that she also wanted to shut up the male head-healers that still bad-mouthed her for working after having a child. The desire to prove that a woman can handle both was something that had always driven her, and this seemed to be the best way to go about it.

He looked through the pamphlet again and put his head in his hands. "I've no idea how we're supposed to afford this, Dromeda," he sighed.

"I still have some jewellery left to sell and I want to work part-time. I'm sure it'll work out." She gave him her best smile and squeezed his knees.

He nodded weakly, brows still slightly furrowed. "Mmh, why is it that I can never say no to you?" he asked. He reached for her hands, leant down and kissed her knuckles.

She jumped up and sat down on his lap, curling her arms around his neck. "I have my ways," she said teasingly and kissed the sensitive spot on his throat.

June 1979

"What's mummy doing?" Nymphadora whispered much too loudly into Ted's ear.

Andromeda chose to ignore the question and simply wait for Ted to answer, giving him an impish smile in the meantime.

"She's eating ice cream, just like the two of us." He grinned back at his wife, ignoring the intent of the girl's question.

"I know that, daddy! But she eats it with a spoon!" Nymphadora exclaimed, quickly becoming exasperated and flustered when her father didn't give a good answer.

Andromeda tried her best not to laugh at their exchange, hiding her smile behind a napkin.

"Mummy grew up in a very strict family, angel," Ted said eventually, wiping ice cream traces off her face. "She had to always eat with cutlery. And some of it stuck; even now that she's living with brute's like us." He nudged Nymphadora's ribs lightly, making her giggle, and gave Andromeda a small wink.

Andromeda nodded approvingly, eating another spoonful of strawberry ice-cream.

"Weird," Nymphadora concluded as she accidentally dropped half her cone, smearing ice cream all over her shirt.

Andromeda rolled her eyes but couldn't help to smile. "And that's exactly why everybody should eat ice cream with a spoon!"

Warnings for this chapter:

- m/f sex (1971)- mentions of miscarriage and blood (1977).