So the good news is that I have this story outlined. Bad news is, how do I bridge the story together?
Tonks sat quietly at the table, staring at the letter. Remus had been dead nearly 5 months, and finally the Ministry had made a move on his will. It was sickening that she felt almost... relieved? She almost felt like maybe she could move on, maybe she could live without Remus, maybe this meeting at the Ministry would help with some sort of closure.
She looked down at Teddy who was laying on his back, reaching for the floating balls of light she was allowing her wand to produce for him. He was definitely mobile now, there was no chance he'd stay still if she use Apparition. But how would he react to Flooing? No, she'd have to use a broom. She could shrink her bag, so that would fit into her pocket, and then she could- No. If she got cold on a broom, Teddy definitely would. She'd have to use a Portkey, but unfortunately, that meant taking a few to get all the way to London, but it'd get her there.
She stood, plucking her wand up from the edge of the coffee table, and scooping Teddy up before he could start crying because she took his pretty lights away. She set him in his crib in the bedroom, stepping over to the closet and pulling out a bag. It took her only a few minutes to pack, a few more minutes to shrink Teddy's bassinet and then she left, heading for what she called, for lack of better term, Portkey Station.
Several hours later, she was in Diagon Alley and heading for the Leaky Cauldron. It felt strange, being back in London, after so many months. Diagon Alley was booming once more, shops finally reopened and witches and wizards finally free to shop as they pleased.
"Tonks?" A friendly voice called from nearby. She turned to see Molly Weasley, still bearing the signs of the stresses and struggles she had faced in the war, walking towards her. "Oh, and is that Teddy? What a handsome boy."
"Oh, wotcher, Molly." She said. Teddy began reaching for Molly, and Tonks sighed, handing him over to Molly who took him gladly. "He's too trusting of strangers, honestly."
Molly smiled warmly. "I'm sure he's just instinctual. Bill was like this, but only with people he felt he could trust, not everyone." She said. "How have you been? Are you alright?"
"I'm alright, but it's overwhelming." She admitted. "Teddy gets so restless on and around full moons, and I think he's teething so that's not helping matters-"
"Where are you staying, dear?"
"I'm going to get a room at the Leaky Cauldron, I'll only be here a few days-"
"Nonsense." Molly declared. "You'll stay at the Burrow."
"Molly, I couldn't-"
"Dear, I'm sorry, but you look terrible." Molly said gently.
Tonks frowned.
"But it's understandable. You just need help, and I happen to love children. Especially before they learn to talk, less attitude." Molly said. "I'm done with my shopping, we can get home, has Teddy Flooed before?"
Tonks shook her head. "No, I wasn't sure if he could-"
"Of course he can." Molly said, starting to walk away. "Come on, dear. We'll Floo from the Leaky Cauldron."
And despite the stress she had been feeling that morning, and despite being back in London and worried about what would happen the next day at the meeting, Tonks felt happy. She loved Molly, Molly loved her and Molly had already began to love Teddy.
Maybe she did belong in London like Charlie had said.