Harry walked down the stairs to get a drink of water. It was mid-afternoon and he had just finished an unusually long pile of auror paperwork that he was required to fill out. As he descended the last stair, something caught his eye. It was short, spiky, bubblegum pink hair. The apparent figure of Nymphadora Tonks was sitting on a bar stool at his kitchen counter. A feeling of confusion washed over him. Had he somehow gone back in time? Was the resurrection stone somehow with him again?

"Tonks?" he called out cautiously. She didn't respond. As he inched closer, he saw that she was staring at an old, worn photograph.

"Is that what everyone called her?" said a small voice from Tonks' body. "My grandmother said she was called Dora." Sudden realization suddenly crashed over Harry. It was not, in fact, Tonks in his kitchen, but his 7 year old godson, Teddy Lupin. Teddy looked up at Harry, tears swimming in his eyes.

Harry smiled knowingly and wrapped his arm around his godson who, at Harry's touch, turned back into his normal self. "Well," said Harry, "no one called her Dora except her parents and your father, because she absolutely hated the name Nymphadora."

"Oh," sighed Teddy. Harry took a glance at the photo in his hand and saw that it was the only one of their family; Tonks with her pink hair and Lupin with his graying brown hair smiling at the camera and holding a squirming, blue haired Teddy. Apparently Teddy was trying to become his mother in looks, since he had inherited her ability to change appearances at will.

As if Teddy was reading his mind, he said, "That's the only way I am ever going to see her again, if I try to become her." Harry felt for him, but he was also a tad jealous; he had never even seen a photograph of his parents until his first year at Hogwarts when he saw them in the Mirror of Erised.

"Hey," retorted Harry, "at least you can change yourself to look like them. I didn't even know what my parents were like. All my aunt ever told me was that my mother was a freak." Teddy smiled a little through his tears. "I guess so," he mumbled. Harry squeezed his godson tightly and Teddy squeezed back, perhaps even harder. Harry could feel hot, wet tears flowing on to his shirt and he rubbed Teddy on the back soothingly.

"Don't get too down, Ted. You'll see them again one day," he whispered while consoling the crying boy. This seemed to calm him down and the tear flow decreased. "I'm glad I have you, Harry," he said. "I don't know how you survived 10 years of no one loving you, it must have been horrible!" Harry chuckled. "it was," he said simply.