A/N: The timeline is slightly different than canon, all of the next generation being born 3 or so years earlier than canon (except Teddy), as such, Teddy is closer in age to the others.

Mysterious Affairs

Midnight August 31st 2013

The chamber was bathed in a soft light, though if one were to look for the source they would not find one. The door into the room was high on one wall, access to it granted by the circular stone benches which circled the room, descending like stairs on all sides. In the centre of the room stood an archway which appeared to be full of moving shadows. Some who entered the room swore they could hear voices whispering from inside of it.

Halfway up the room, a man in a long brown trench coat was asleep, hunched over in a way that couldn't have been very comfortable. The man jolted awake as the room went dark suddenly, as if someone had set off Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, though he was the only one there.

The man scrambled to find the wand that had fallen from his hand at some point, his hands fumbling around him in the dark uselessly. Why did this have to happen on my watch? He thought to himself grumpily. The arch had been dormant for over a decade.

The room was only dark for a few moments before bright orbs of light began emitting from the shadowy archway. The room now illuminated slightly, the man snatched his wand from the ground and muttered something unintelligibly. A bright silver shape emerged from the tip and sailed quickly from the room.

Wand raised in front of him, the man climbed further into the room, approaching the arch cautiously and hoping that backup would arrive soon. He hated this part. Back in the old days they would have had half a dozen of his order on guard, but with no developments in so long they'd relaxed security.

He was in luck; the door burst open above him and a witch with short bubble-gum pink hair entered, wearing the same brown cloak as he was. She too had her wand drawn.

"Are you it?" The man grumbled.

"Yep," the woman told him, descending the steps. "You do realize it's the middle of the night don't you?" she questioned. "Everyone else left hours ago."

The first man muttered darkly under his breath. "Where's Weasley? He's on night shift tonight too isn't he?"

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "He's responding to a disturbance," she replied, tripping over her own feet and righting herself hurriedly.

The man rolled his eyes at her when she wasn't looking. How she'd qualified, he had no idea.

The door opened again and a dark-skinned man entered quickly, drawing his wand. He was wearing robes of a deep blue and was conspicuous in the absence of a brown coat.

"Kingsley," the witch called excitedly.

"Tonks," he nodded to her, smiling knowingly as she dusted herself off.

"Minister," the other man greeted the newcomer, inclining his head respectfully.

Kingsley nodded shortly in acknowledgement, now accompanying the witch down the rest of the stairs, the arm not holding his wand ready to assist her should she fall again.

"Here we go," said the witch, raising her arm to shield her eyes as a blinding light flooded the room. Kingsley raised his own arm simultaneously but the other wizard wasn't quick enough, and cursed loudly as he retreated back into the room, blinded.

Two figures appeared in the arch and the light disappeared. The newcomers stepped from the arch as the room's natural lighting returned. They were a man and a woman, he with messy black hair and she with long red hair. Kingsley and Tonks glanced at each other, recognition mirrored on each of their faces. They smiled, turning back to the people, as their colleague re-joined them.

"You are uh," the wizard began, uncertain. "Can you confirm your identities?" He tried again.

The pair looked at each other, the man stepping forward slightly to place himself between the woman and the strangers who surrounded them.

"Why? What's it to you?" He asked them defensively.

"Where's our-," the woman began to ask, but was stopped when the man shook his head slightly.

"We don't know who these people are," he warned her quickly.

This was not going very well, Tonks thought as she watched the scene unfold before her. From what she knew of the man he was probably only moments away from transforming himself and taking them all on.

He was in all likelihood still under the impression that You Know Who and his army of Death Eaters were trying to kill him and his family. Such a move on his part would not end well for any of them. She really needed to teach her colleague some tact when it came to handling these situations. Though apparently, he didn't know who they were. Sighing she stepped forward to intervene.

"Does the name 'Prongs' mean anything to you?" she asked them.

The man frowned at her, "Who are you?"

Maintaining eye contact with the man, the witch put her wand away and stepped forward slightly. "My name is Nymphadora Lupin, I am married to Moony," she paused to let that sink in before continuing "and I am a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Her words had the desired effect; he'd dropped his defensive stance and allowed the woman to draw level with him again. "Voldemort is dead," she explained, impressed when neither of them flinched from the name, "and you have nothing to fear."

"Who are they?" he asked her, indicating the other two men.

"My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt," the man answered, "I am a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and I am the Minister for Magic," he continued, knowing well which of those references would hold the most sway with them. "This is one of the Ministry's Aurors," Kingsley added, inclining his head to the other wizard, "As is Nymphadora."

"Who are they?" The Auror whispered quietly to Tonks. She looked at him briefly, then back at the others.

"Can you confirm for the record that you are Lily and James Potter?" Tonks asked them, with a pointed look at the Auror beside her who shrank back, eyes on the ground.