Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay. I know, I know…I'm not really trustworthy with deadlines. This chapter is kind of slow, but I really have had too much on my head lately –my boyfriend has moved in with me…big step!- but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

I want to thanks especially to Delia Cerrano for your support and review =) It made me really grateful and happy to read you like my little story.

And here we go! Remember, relax, enjoy and review!

The next morning found the wedded-to-be in a nervous temper. Hermione has spent the whole night going through every bit about adopción or marriage magical law she could get her hands on. Lucky for her she had collected a huge collection of books on magic traditions when she first learnt she was a witch. But she couldn't find any loop or hole in the law which could help them. So she was really bad tempered -and her hair seemed to reflected it- while she shipped her tea and reviewed "ancient and honourable family trees" for the hundred time. She has tried to look for families linked somehow or other to the Lupin-Tonks, and it was in fact depressing. The Blacks, were at an end, Harry being his heir, the Malfoys, the Loovegoods, which only available member for adoption was Luna, the Skeeters and the Lestranges. It seemed that they had been pure bloods till the last generation. She was startled by Harry crashing in the seat next to her, his eyes blood red behind his old glasses.

-'Found something?'

-'Nothing helpful. For all I know we're still teddy's closest family, not to mention the least scary one. Well, except for Luna, maybe.'

-'So' –said Harry after a long moment of silence- 'we'll go to the will reading, and then, if everything is as we think it is we'll go directly to family affairs to ask for an urgent appointment.'

-'Yes, and then to property register to make Grimmauld our first residence.'

-'And came back here to begin moving all the stuff.'

-'And buy the rings…we'll need rings.'

-'And ask someone to be our witness.'

-'And begin to adequate Grimmauld to be a home, with a nursery and the such.'

-'This week is going to be hell.'

-'Yes' –she said. And suddenly, as shock overwhelmed the both of them they look at each other and began to laugh. It all was freaking ridiculous! When they got hold of themselves the situation was tons lighter and they could talk again as the best friends they were, even if the topics were bizarre and freaked them out. They would split to cover more tasks in less time. And would reunite their friends after the will was read to ask for help. They wrote S.O.S. messages in the dada coins still working –Luna's, Neville's, Ginny's, George's and, to Hermione's distress, Ron's- so they knew they needed them that evening in the order's old headquarters.

They were the last to arrive -no wonder after de really exhausting protocols they have made them through ever since their little incursion mere months previous- and as they expected there was the whole order there …well, the survivors, anyway, Neville's grand, Mrs Tonks and much to their dismay Draco Malfoy.

They all greeted and quickly begun to catch up with the ones they haven't seen over the summer And some kind of happiness floated in the air, even if Mrs. Weasley and Ron avoided Hermione and vice versa. Ginny and Luna were hugging Harry when the door opened to reveal the official will reader of the bank. Reeberpook exchanged the habitual curtsies and invited all of them to the conference room. Over the days after the battle they have been over this procedure once and again, and so they had almost their own seats around the table. Only this time Ron sat by her mother, leaving the empty seat in between Hermione and Luna to be occupied for the only member of the party who had been at by in all the preview exchange. Draco Malfoy, who had been silently awaiting in the corner of the corridor seated himself gracefully on the empty chair, only giving a head salute to everyone. His shy demeanour silently relieved some of the presents and stunned the others. Only Luna said hello to him in her ethereal merry manners.

The will reading was, as many before had been, way to material and cold to bring any kind of comfort to those who remained living. All of the presents were given something. Books, to Hermione, Family photos to Mrs. Tonks, greenhouse to Neville...and so on. And only once all that economical affairs were solved the goblin fell into a ceremonious silence while opening his personal suitcase.

-'Mr and Mrs. Lupin-Tonks wrote some last correspondence the eves of the Hogwarts Battle which I were to hand personally to the addressed if they both resulted death from it. I'm going to proceed, then, and I'll give everyone some minutes for break before we resume with the topic concerning Mr. Lupin-Tonks' adoption.' And so he did: Mrs. Tonks. Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Lovegood, and Mr. Geoerge Weasley. They all stood up and got his envelope. Soon, the goblin had gone out of the room and most of the assembled followed, to give some space for the ones who had reading before them.

Andromeda didn't even got to finish her letter when she began to cry so much and was rendered in such a disgraceful state she had to be accompanied home by Mrs. Weasley. The time passed however, and sooner than one may imagine the rest of the group crowded once more the room.

-'Well' -said the creature on charge- 'we'll proceed as it's customary, in ascendant order so all the involved would have a notion of every possibility, which makes it your call, Mr. Weasley.'

George, more versed in magical costumes than his muggle raised friends stood up, raised his wand and stated loud and clear: 'I, George Weasley state my disposition to urge my engage to Angelina Johnson so we could adopt Ted Lupin-Tonks. And as he stated those words all of them could see his name appear in the blank parchment at the centre of the table. He took sit and Luna stood, visibly shaking. 'I,...Luna Lovegood, state…state the impossibility...of taking in...Ted Lupin-Tonks. I'm so, sorry.' And as she said those words she crashed in her seat her head hidden in her arms. At her sides, both Ginny and Neville tried to comfort her the best they could.

Only some seats away from her the noise of Malfoy's chair announced he was up, wand at the ready.