"You're doing it again." Tonks groaned, laying back on the couch, a sheet of paper in her hands. She was glad to finally be home and stay home. She hadn't spent more than a few nights at a tine in the house since she found out she was pregnant, which she realized, happened nearly a year ago. "You're hovering."
"Am not." Remus snapped, sitting down beside her. "I'm simply supervising."
"Well you need to get off my dick." She growled back at him and carefully exaimined the paper she was holding. "I think I know damn well how to read!"
"Well it's not my fault you attempted to assemble the entire thing backwards He shot bpack.
In the middle of their living room were the scattered pieces of an disassembled baby crib the couple had spent nearly the entire morning attempting to manually assemble, with no indication as to why they chose to do this. They had taken an intermission for a while, leaving the pieces and parts lying around the floor when Harry came knocking.
Now, an hour later, the couple had resumed their debacle after Harry, who was now sitting in the arm chair with his sleeping godson, hiding a smile behind a mug of tea, pointed out that half of it was assembled completely wrong.
Tonks rolled her eyes, sitting back up. "Let's see you put the damn thing together." Remus flicked his wand, the backwards pieces coming apart and fitting back together properly. "That's cheating."
"That's using my resources."
"Hmm."
Harry chimed in. "Well, I'm glad to see you two are at least on speaking terms."
She gave a dramatic sigh. "At least. God, Harry, and you see what I have to deal with in front of company, oh boy..." Remus looked over at her with a fed-up glare at first, but none of them could keep from laughing.
Harry had been scared to visit them. He knew his godson wouldn't have a clue what was happening, but he was suddenly intimidated by the fact he was practically becoming another parent to this child. He expected Tonks to be the one to answer the door, frowning, and saying something along the lines of, "Sorry, Harry, there really,was a big mix up, we didn't actually mean to make you godfather. Remus got the idea, I was all high of pain medicines..."
According to how the story went went Harry asked why they picked him, the second half of his assumption wasn't wrong, but the two seemed very clear on their decision.
"Charlie's off in Romania and he was really the only other person we considered." Tonks explained, smiling. "There really was no one better for the job than you."
Harry looked at the baby, shuffling his arms. "Do you want him back?"
"If you're uncomfortable with him, I can take him." She assured, standing up from the sofa.
"Oh, I just thought maybe one of you wanted to hold him." Harry looked up at Tonks, afraid to hold out the baby, that he might drop him. "Maybe I'm wearing out my welcome?"
"Don't worry, we get plenty of time with him here." Remus shook his head. "And you're always welcome here. We really enjoy having you."
"Here," Tonks took Teddy from his godfather, fixing the blanket that was wrapped around him. "It's fine, he's probably going to be awake soon anyways to eat."
"So Tonks... what happened to your hand?" Harry tried to restrain himself from making a big deal of it, but her hand was still the same colour it had been the week ago at Hogwarts. She seemed to hold weight with only a little problem, but her fingers looked almost crooked, burgundy cuts outlining the bones under her hand. She had bandage wrapped around it, but it did little to take away from her scabbed fingers.
"Bellatrix. She um," Tonks adverted her eyes, staring away at the floor. "She liked to do some experimenting with hexes, and I got the nasty end of one."
"Did you see what she did to Hermione?"
"What happened to Hermione?" Remus asked, standing up beside his wife.
"We were- it's a really long story- we ended up at Malfoy Mansion and she had Hermione and..." Harry ran his finger down his forward over the sleeve of his jacket with distracted eyes. "'Mudblood'..."
Tonks looked sick, gently bouncing the baby in her arms. "That's... I'm so sorry to hear that."
"It happened." Harry tried to shrug, but he was simply at a loss for words. "She started a few days ago about how bad St. Mungo's isn't all that great with mental health patients. She's trying to get something set up soon, if either of you..."
Tonks cleared her throat. "If she needs any help writing letters to the Ministry, I got a foot in the with Kingsley."
"And I know I'm not any sort of expert," Remus threw in. "I'm really not, but I'm still here if any of your ftiends from school need to talk."
Harry nodded, smiling. "Professor, I'm sure there are plenty of your old students that wouldn't mind a friendly face, given everything that's happened."
"What happened to the Carrows? Have you heard?" Remus wondered.
Tonks sighed. "Trial. You have no clue how many people they have on hold for treason. It's incredible."
"Are you going back to work?" Harry inquired.
"In the fall, when Teddy's a little bigger."
"Do you think... do you think they're short staffed in the Auror Department?"
Tonks chuckled. "Harry, you're a sixth year. They won't take you until you have your credits, and the testing, and the training. That's four years, assuming you don't flub anything." He looked defeated, disappointed and somewhat embarassed, and Tonks picked up on it. "But I think I could write a pretty impressive reccomendation, if you ask nicely."
"Would you? Please?" He looked at her hopefully and she smiled.
"I mean, there's only so many ways to write, 'he killed You-Know-Who by with his own bare hands,' but I can make it look nice. Besides, you know Kingsley." She looked over at Harry, winking.
He beammed, jumping up from his seat. "Thank you so much, Tonks, really, you have no idea-"
She held up her hand, shaking her head. "You're fine, Kid." She walked him to the door, resting her hand on his back. "Just try to take care of yourself, alright, Potter?"
"Only if you do, Tonks."