The Art of Tonks
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Harry Potter. My dreams have just all ended with that one statement but better safe than sorry I suppose.
Just a quick thank you to ABitOfBlack.
This is a fic to justify (mainly to myself) what happened to Tonks in Deathly Hallows. Denial is a wonderful thing. Having said that, this will possibly entail DH spoilers, not for a while obviously, but I'm warning you now, if you haven't read the final Harry Potter book (what are you doing on fanfiction? You'll be spoiled for sure!), enter at your own risk. But now, enjoy!
Prologue:
Andromeda leaned back against the pillow, sweat running down her forehead. Just as she was beginning to wonder if all that pain was worth a child that was going to need constant care, the medi-witch placed a bundle in her arms; her little girl. Looking down into her daughter's face, she knew that it was. Everything she had been through, not just with the pregnancy, but with her family, with Ted, now seemed worth it. Not that it wasn't before, but now she had something to work towards, a better life for her child.
She turned to face her husband who stood just out of arm's reach, a tactic he had found extremely practical during the birth. He smiled at his wife warily, unsure of whether she was about to scream herself hoarse at him again. His apprehension left him as soon as she returned his smile and nodded for him to come closer.
Ted sat on the side of the bed, next to his wife and child. Placing an arm around his wife, he kissed her forehead and gazed down at the mass of pink blankets amongst which his daughter lay, her blue, no, brown eyes looked up at him. He stroked her cheek gently.
"She's beautiful." He commented.
"She's your daughter…Nymphadora." His wife said the name they had both agreed on aloud for the first time. "Nymphadora Tonks."
Thanks for reading! I know it's short but the next chapter will be longer, I promise. Please, let me know what you think so far.