Nymphadora Tonks triple-checked the wards on the door that led into the basement while absentmindedly rubbing her large stomach. "Just three more weeks, baby," she whispered happily to the unborn infant kicking her from the inside.

That was when she heard it. Low moans coming from the other side of the door. She frowned and placed her palm against the invisible barrier she had erected. Her husband, Remus John Lupin, thought that when she put up the wards she added a Silencing Charm but she never did. It felt wrong and cold to totally disconnect from him while he was going through something so painful.

If times were different she would be able to brew up some Wolfsbane potion with no trouble. Brewing potions had been an important part of Auror training. Aside from being dead clumsy, Nymphadora was an exceptional witch. You had to be the best if you were an Auror.

With the way things were in the Wizarding World, however, she couldn't go out in public. Not even to buy potions ingredients. Until the baby was born she was officially in hiding. Although the moment she recovered from giving birth she was rejoining the fight against Voldemort.

There was a scream from the other side of the door and at the same moment the baby in her stomach gave a particularly hard kick, making her let out a soft cry and grab her belly with both hands. As she heard the familiar sounds of her husband morphing into a werewolf in their basement, her child was doing his or her best to cause her pain.

Barely able to stay on her feet, she turned and began to ascend the staircase while calling out, "Mum!"

Andromeda Tonks appeared at the top of the stairs with a worried expression and met her daughter halfway up, supporting her as she helped her reach the first floor landing. "What's wrong?" she asked as she swept her daughter's hair back from her face.

Nymphadora's usually bright pink hair turned quickly black and she gave a loud scream. "It hurts!"

Immediately Andromeda ushered her daughter into the nearest bedroom; a guest bedroom two doors down from where they were and forced her to lie down while running through a series of spells. "You're in labor," said Andromeda. "Nothing appears to be wrong. You're just having really strong contractions."

"Oh Merlin," Nymphadora concentrated firmly on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. "It just happened all of a sudden-"

"It's full moon," said her mother quietly.

"My baby isn't a werewolf, mother," snapped the younger witch.

"Not fully, like it's father, but it will have werewolf attributes, Dora. We should have expected this to happen…"

"Don't you dare blame this on Re – oh shit that hurts – Remus."

"Darling, you know that I love Remus like a son. Aside from him being a werewolf I couldn't have picked a better man for you. I'm not blaming him for anything. I'm just saying that with a father who is a werewolf, your child will be affected by the full moon."

Nymphadora said nothing as she concentrated on remembering what she knew about giving birth.

…..

Remus Lupin came to consciousness with a grunt. The sun had just barely started to rise when he heard the screams from upstairs. His heart faltered. That was his wife. She was screaming. She was in pain. Oh, Godric! He had to reach her!

As if on cue there was a quiet snick! as the wards were lifted and the basement door opened. Remus sprinted up the stairs in two bounds and yelled out, "Tonks!" as he was used to addressing his wife by her surname.

"Remus!" Andromeda exited a guest room before him and he was horrified to see blood staining the front of her dress.

Remus gripped her upper arms almost painfully and asked in terror, "What's wrong? Where is she?"

"She – they're fine."

"They?"

Andromeda nodded and smiled. "He was just born a moment ago. Come in and meet your son."

He entered the room slowly and saw his beautiful wife cradling a tiny infant in her arms as she spoke softly to him. Her hair was drenched with sweat, her face was gaunt and tired, but she was smiling so brilliantly that Remus's heart swelled with love and pride.

"There's your daddy," she told the infant as she beamed at Remus.

Slowly, the new father crossed the room and took the boy into his arms. He and Dora had already discussed names so he knew exactly how to address his son. "Hullo, Teddy, I've been waiting a long time to meet you." There was a small tuft of hair on his head that was the exact same sandy shade as Remus's. He wasn't crying. In fact, his eyes were closed and he was drifting to sleep. He let out one soft yawn and Remus Lupin found that he was the one weeping instead.

…

Teddy Remus Lupin couldn't remember his parents. People were always telling him how wonderful they were and how much like them he was. But he would never be able to determine that for himself.

Before he was one month old both of his parents were killed in the Battle of Hogwarts. This didn't mean much, however, to a two year old boy. No, what mattered to him at the moment was why all of the adults around him seemed to be in varying states of chaos.

"Would you like to meet her, Ted?" Harry Potter asked with a big grin as he knelt down to Teddy's short height. Harry was Teddy's favorite person in the whole world. He loved Harry so much in fact that his hair was almost permanently black. Like his mother before him, Teddy Lupin was a Metamorphamagus and could change his appearance at will.

The blue-eyed black-haired toddler shrugged. He had no idea what his godfather was talking about. Before he could figure it out, Ginny Weasley lifted him up and set him gently into a chair then set a tiny squirming bundle in his lap. Ginny was supporting the bundle but Teddy instinctively wrapped one arm around it anyway.

"Her name is Victoire," said Ginny quietly. Teddy gazed down at the little girl in surprise. Her brilliantly violet blue eyes were wide open but weren't focused on anything in particular. Teddy thought she was very pretty for a baby.

"My baby?" he inquired of Ginny who chuckled.

"No," said Bill Weasley as he sat beside Teddy. "My baby. But you can visit her any time you'd like. You can play with her when she gets older and take care of her. Like a big brother. Would you like that, Ted?"

Teddy nodded his head firmly. "I a good big brother."

"The best," agreed Harry with a wink. Teddy smiled and bent his head down to kiss Victoire's forehead.

"My Vic…" he looked to Ginny for help.

"Vik-twahr," Ginny pronounced clearly.

"My Victoire."

….

Fleur Weasley was excited to have a daughter but as it turned out, Victoire Molly Weasley was nothing like her mother. She was always playing in the dirt and getting into trouble. The only thing she seemed to have inherited from Fleur was looks and Veela genes.

Victoire started showing signs of magic at the age of six, which was just a touch early but it made her parents very proud. When her magic came, so did other things. Things that were much harder for Victoire to control and understand. Suddenly people noticed her more.

"Mummy?" she asked as she held tightly to Fleur's hand one afternoon as they made their way through Diagon Alley.

"Yes, ma Cherie?"

"Why is everyone looking at me?"

"Zey cannot 'elp it," said Fleur with a smile. "You are a Veela, darling, and people will notice you. It is quite flattering, non?"

No. Victoire did not find it flattering at all. It made her uncomfortable.

….

Teddy was eleven and Victoire was nine. It was the summer before he started Hogwarts for the first time. They were best friends. Teddy liked everything about her. Victoire had long silvery blonde hair that reached her waist, eyes so blue they were almost purple, and she was always doing or saying something odd.

She wasn't the elegant and graceful daughter that was expected to come from someone like Fleur. Instead she never cared how she looked or what she wore. As a matter of fact she was currently sporting a bright orange Chuddley Cannons hat, a Gryffindor red scarf, a white t-shirt, purple shorts, and she was barefoot.

They were running around on the Potter's lawn as Harry watched his two young sons (James and Albus) zoom around on their toy broomsticks. "Teddy!" Victoire laughed as she lunged for the boy but barely missed him as he spun around and avoided her grip. With a battle cry she flung herself at him, caught him around the middle and they tumbled through the grass.

"Yes! I win!" Victoire sprang up and brushed the grass off her backside. Teddy chuckled and sat up.

"I'm going to miss you when I go to school," he told her.

"Aw, I'll miss you, too, Lupin," she teased with a breathtaking grin.

"Here, I got you something," Teddy reached into his pocket and pulled out a sweet that he tossed to her.

"I love Peppermint Imps!" she said excitedly.

"I know," he told her as he tugged on her scarf. Victoire rolled her eyes at her best friend and shared her candy with him.

"When do you leave?"

"First of September."

"That's coming up fast."

"I know. Just two more years and you'll be going with me."

"Victoire!" She looked up to see her Aunt Ginny calling to her from the house. "Your dad's here! It's time for you to go home!"

"But I want to stay here!" Victoire whined as she motioned to Teddy, implying that she wanted to stay with him.

"It's alright," Teddy told her with a shrug, "I'm going home soon, too, my Gran will be here any minute."

"Well, okay, I guess. I'll see you again before you leave?"

"Of course." She stretched up to kiss his cheek then skipped, literally, all the way to the house.

….

"Would you like me to show you 'ow I braid your 'air?" Fleur offered as she sat down beside her daughter who was drawing pictures on the floor of their sitting room.

"No, thanks," said Victoire with a smile at her mum.

"Well I could show you 'ow to do your makeup to bring out your eyes?" she tried again.

"Nah," Victoire scrunched up her nose at the idea. "I don't wear makeup, Mum."

"You are becoming a young woman, you are eleven years old! You will be starting 'Ogwarts soon…" Knowing it was a lost cause, Fleur let her sentence drop off and then tried again. "What would you like to learn?"

Victoire gave it some thought before replying, "The drums."

"Ze…ze drums?" asked Fleur in astonishment. Then she started cursing in French.

"Well, I already know everything that's important," Victoire explained.

"And what, exactly, do you deem eemportant?"

"Daddy taught me how to ride a broomstick and Uncle Ron taught me chess. I know all about unicorns from that book from Aunt Hermione and I can draw really well. So why not learn the drums?"

"Yes," snapped Fleur in exasperation. "Why not, indeed!"

And she flounced out of the room. "Did I do something wrong?" Victoire asked her father who had watched the scene play out with obvious amusement.

"No," said Bill as he tried to hold in his laughter. "You and your mother just don't have very much in common."

…

A/N: I really wanted to try my hand at writing a Teddy/Victoire story and this idea came to mind. After this chapter most, if not all, chapters will be written from Teddy Lupin's POV. There was a bit of foreshadowing in this chapter. There will be more werewolf stuff Teddy has to deal with and more Veela complications for Victoire.

I don't think I've ever actually read a Victoire/Teddy story now that I think about it. I've read stories centered around other couples that involve this pair though. So we'll see how it goes! I have no idea how long/short this story will be. Hopefully most chapters will be longer than this one though :D