Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh. I'm guessing anyone who's reading this has read the Harry Potter books by their actual author, J.K. Rowling.

"No! I refuse to have her treating me!"

"I assure you that I will be right here to guide her and correct her if anything-"

"I don't care that she's a trainee; I just don't want her!" the young man yelled at Healer Brighid.

"She is quite competent and-"

"Well she looks like her!" the man hollered. "You think I want to be treated by the same person who did this to me?" he insisted, indicating the bandage held around his leg to hide the deep burn caused by a curse, a curse Andromeda Tonks, only a few months ago Andromeda Black, now guessed had been caused by her sister. She cast her eyes down, trying not to look at the young Auror. A group of them had saved a muggle family from a Death Eater attack, an attack mostly for the fun of it, like most muggle killings were. It would most likely appear on the front page of the Daily Prophet, trying to breathe some hope into the fearful population.

"Then just switch us, why don't you?" called Alastor Moody, the current Auror head, from beside the other man. "Come on Tori, I'm alright with the girl," he assured the healer who was in charge of Andromeda, Victoria Brighid. "Just as long as something gets done here." Moody glared at the healer who was supposed to be fixing his arm but was instead staring at the scene playing out next to him.

Andromeda looked up at Moody. She guessed he was perhaps somewhere in his forties or fifties though it was hard to tell with his scars. The younger Auror had shut his mouth and was looking rather ashamed after Moody's scolding. Nonetheless, Tori signaled to the healer who was about to treat the Moody to switch them places. "Don't mind him lass," Moody assured her, motioning toward the younger Auror. "I know you're not your sister. Even if Fabian's being an ass. He's still wet behind the ears, that one."

"Thank you," she told him, feeling rather embarrassed still. She reached out for his arm which had been cursed. Someone had already given him something for the pain. At the same time she looked at the folder next to him. It was already quite thick.

"Didn't know you were planning to be a healer," Moody continued. He looked down at her stomach. "Or that you were pregnant."

"You've met her before Alastor?" the other Auror asked, a mixture of surprise and scorn in his voice. Andromeda flinched. She didn't want to remember the first time she'd met Alastor Moody, just back in January. He had questioned her after she and her husband, then still her fiancé, had come into St. Mungo's after being hurt by Andromeda's family. It had been the last time she had seen her older sister and her two younger cousins. Only three years ago, the three of them had been some of her closest companions.

Pushing the thoughts away, Andromeda turned to Tori. "Scouring solution, right? To clean it? Rather than a spell, I mean, because we don't know what hex it was and-"

"That's right," the older woman replied. "Accio Scouring Solution," she called out, the potion rushing across the room and into her hands. "And the same goes for actually healing the cut. We're going to have to use potions rather than spells if possible."

"I hate that stuff," the Moody grumbled, eyeing the bottle with a glare.

"Then I'd advice a change in careers," Tori told him lightheartedly. Moody muttered under his breath and then turned back to Andromeda as she took his hairy, wounded arm, in her hands, turning it over to look at the cut clearly.

"When are you due?" he asked gruffly, looking back at her stomach again.

"I'm due for the end of this shift in half an hour," Andromeda told him snidely. She held on to his wrist with her left hand, keeping it tilted the way she wanted it and picked up the bottle with Scouring Solution in her right hand.

"She's due in late September," Tori told him. Andromeda glared over at her mentor. "There's nothing personal about your life when you're a trainee. Haven't I told you that?"

"Why does he need to know?" she complained as she gently let drops of the potion fall on Moody's arm along the cut. Moody grimaced in pain.

"So that would mean she was pregnant in January?" he panted, as Andromeda threw him a look of apology for the potion.

"Yes," Tori answered.

"I should hope there are some things personal about my life," Andromeda glowered.

"Alright, you can keep what you do in the bedroom with your husband personal. If the results start to grow under your robes, however, you lose said privilege," Tori told her. Andromeda threw Tori a look of disgust as the younger Auror and his healer both snorted.

"Oh shut-it, Jim," she growled at the healer treating the younger Auror.

"Hey, Tori, your trainee's-"

"You stay out of her personal life," Tori scolded him. "Just because you aren't officially in training anymore doesn't mean you can pick on the trainees." Jim huffed as Andromeda smirked. The younger Auror shook his head.

"You guys really have same hierarchy here as we have in the Auror department, don't you?" he asked. Jim nodded as Andromeda fought to resist the urge to stick out her tongue. "Although it is everybody's business if one of us gets pregnant. Then they have to be taken off regular duty."

"Speaking of being taken off regular duty, it would be best if you learned not to judge people based on their appearances," Moody barked at him. "You'll occasionally lose some good help and more importantly, ignore too many enemies until it's too late if you're only judging by looks." His eyes fixed back on Andromeda's. "Why don't you tell him who your husband is," he told her. She was holding his arm in both hands, pushing it together along the sides of the wide cut.

"Ted Tonks," she answered absently as she slid her left hand over the cut and pulled her wand out of her pocket with her right, using it to conjure a bandage and wind it tightly around Moody's arm to hold it together. The younger Auror blinked for a moment before his eyes grew wide.

"He was in my sister's year. He's a muggle-born."

"I'm well aware," Andromeda told him, rolling her eyes. "Somewhere between his not knowing what jobs were out there for a wizard and his laughing at me for not knowing what a telephone was, I grasped the concept."

"So how did that happen?" he asked, glancing at her stomach. "I thought your older sister was the 'experimenter' of you three," he said with a smirk. Andromeda glared at him, her face beginning to heat up, as she felt the baby beginning to move. The Auror and Jim began to chuckle.

"Prewett!" Moody scolded him. "Just because you can't get anyone who has known you more than two days into your bed, doesn't mean you need to discuss the lives of people who can." For a moment Prewett looked ashamed, but Jim suddenly started laughing harder and then so did the Prewett. Andromeda saw Tori glance at her and then smile, trying to hide her laughs behind her hand. Moody raised his eyebrows.

"Did my hair change again?" Andromeda asked Tori dryly. She nodded in agreement as Andromeda pointed her wand at her head and muttered the spell to change it back under her breath before turning back to Tori. She shook her head.

"It's still blue." Andromeda sighed and undid the clip holding back her bangs. Her hair was a dark blue. Again she tried the same spell. There was no effect. "That one's worn out too?" Tori asked.

"You're still having trouble with accidental magic?" Prewett asked her, raising an eyebrow. "I mean I know sometimes witches have trouble with it during the first three months. Molly said she did but then again she might just have been looking for an excuse for why she hexed me," he said thoughtfully. "But you're definitely passed that." Andromeda ignored him and walked over to the cabinet where a lot of potions were held and Tori followed her, standing just behind her. Andromeda bit her lip and shook her head to say she didn't know what she needed to grab as she felt the baby settle back down. Tori reached passed her and grabbed a rectangular bottle with a purple potion in it, placing it in Andromeda's hands.

"Stupid hair," Andromeda muttered to herself. Tori grinned at her and gave her a slight shove back towards Moody.

"It'll get better," she assured her.

"When?" Andromeda mumbled as she slipped back over by Moody. Tori glanced up at her hair.

"At this rate, probably late September, early Octoberish," Tori told her. Andromeda sighed. Two more months of having her hair change with her emotions was going to be torture.

"Can I have your arm again please?" Andromeda asked Moody. He held it out and she took it by his wrist again. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jim and Prewett walking away.

"Just drip it on to the bandage where the cut is," Tori instructed, standing just behind Andromeda. She nodded and followed her directions, watching as the purple potion slipped through the bandage. When spots of violet began to show through, Tori grabbed Andromeda wrist to tell her to stop. Andromeda stepped back, putting the top back on the vial as Tori began to remove the bandage. "Not even a very big scar Alastor," Tori was telling him when Andromeda came back.

"Am I allowed to go then?" he asked gruffly.

"I'll take you to get you checked out. Again," Tori replied. "Andromeda, I want you to go to my office and wait for me once you've cleaned up here, please. Leave Jim's mess." She nodded as Moody and Tori left the ward, talking to each other. Andromeda put away the potions and stripped the bed Moody had sat on. After using a charm on the table next to the bed where they had been setting potions and things, she left the ward for Tori's office. It was only about a minute before her trainer came back from showing Moody out of the hospital. "Fabian Prewett reminded me of something," she said as she sat down at her desk. Andromeda sat down in one of the two chairs across from her desk. "I wanted to ask you if there was any history of multiple births in your family."

"No," Andromeda said worriedly, looking at her stomach. "I'm not that big am-"

"No, you're normal for seven months. I just don't know for sure what to make of the fact that your hair is still changing. You didn't have a hard time controlling your magic before you got pregnant, did you?"

"No more than any other witch. I think the last time I lost control before was when I was fourteen. I was woke up late and was hurrying to class when I forgot to skip a step and got my leg caught in it. I got mad and accidentally exploded it." Andromeda shook her head. "Did more harm to me than good. I kept finding splinters for a week." Tori sighed.

"I'm at a loss to explain it then."

"Do you think something's wrong?" Andromeda asked worriedly, her hand coming to rest on her stomach. Tori shook her head.

"My guess is that it's some interaction between your hormones and your magic," she said. "But frankly, I don't know what. The baby seems to fine and you seem fine. It's just curious. I'd be interested to see what would happen if you got pregnant again."

"That's not going to happen for a long while if ever, thank you," Andromeda replied curtly. "Ted and I had the talk about kids after I found out I was pregnant and discovered that both of us wanted to wait until the war was over then consider having kids. Obviously, by then it was too late." Tori snorted.

"That'll teach you not to be forgetful." Andromeda rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, lesson learned." She looked at her huge stomach. "Lesson learned all too well."

For anyone who's wondering, this is a story that takes place after The Call. I'm going to be adding another couple chapter type things. Thanks to Emiliana Keladry for fixing my grammar in this chapter!