So here's the deal. My computer crashed, and I lost like...13 pages. It was horrible. I got a little more pounded out, and then went through it again before I published- which I didn't do with any of the other chapters. I only revised once, so let me know if you noticed any changes :)

Once again, I'm working on format, and spelling. I don't have time to research locations and spellings properly right now. I WILL do so at a later date, though.

Hang in there, I know some of you are anxious for them to meet ;D


Night had fallen across the small acreage Severus's townhouse resided upon. The other homes along the street were darkened and quiet. Except for the actual Snape residence, of course.

Light streamed from nearly all of the downstairs windows, causing the dew delicately balancing on the well manicured lawn to sparkle brilliantly. Nymphadora stood at one of the tall, narrow windows watching the lamp lit blades sway in the cool early spring breeze rambling through the streets.

A large hand slipped under her elbow, across her stomach to rest on the bulge of her newest family member.

"It's late." Remus's chest rumbled against her back. His lips tickled her ear. She smiled faintly.

"It is." It was mind-blowingly relieving to know that her husband was safe, and not shoving his nose into things he shouldn't be. Or rather, things that he shouldn't be poking at without backup. His other arm wrapped around her waist as well. He tightened his hold slightly and rocked her gently.

"Perhaps it is time to go home?" Tonks pouted, and giggled quietly at the amused sparkle of her husband's amber eyes in the window panes reflection. She turned in his arms and kissed his cheek.

"Perhaps so." Remus led her by the elbow to a chair near the fire, then left to gather her shoes and coat.

Hermione plopped rather ungracefully onto the cushion next to Tonks and smiled wearily at her. The younger woman's previously well ironed, spotless, perfectly buttoned plum oxford had been cinched around her midsection with a beautiful black waistcoat. Now, the waistcoat could be seen barely hanging from the back of the chair Hermione had been seated in. Her pretty blouse was rumpled, the sleeves scrunched up to her elbows, the top three buttons undone, and covered in ink stains of all different colors.

Tonks found it incredibly endearing that Hermione still had such a passion for figuring out mind-bending problems without a care to how she felt, or her appearance. Tonks shook herself from her appraisal of the younger woman as Hermione's chocolate brown irises narrowed in concern and a question clearly arose in her eyes.

"Headed home?" Tonks patted her thigh tiredly.

"I am…" She looked away, into the flames awkwardly.

She wanted to tell Hermione how terribly she had missed the younger woman. How she had wished that she had been able to join the search. How she never should have given up hope. How she had always wanted Hermione to have been there to watch Teddy grow, for her to be there to watch the other two thirds of the Golden Trio finally grow into the intelligent, brave young men they had always been on the inside.

Hermione turned completely towards the older woman and threw her arms around Tonks.

"Love," She said softly in the older witches ear, tightening her arms around the clumsy witch. "It's alright. I understand. I'm just happy to be here now, with you." She squeezed gently, then let go.

Remus finally appeared with Nymphadora's shiny silver flats and black pea coat. He knelt and helped her slip on the flats, chuckling warmly as Hermione teased him. Hermione leapt up and helped Tonks up.

The ex-aurorer turned and cupped Hermione's cheek with her soft hand.

"You're an amazing woman, Hermione Granger. I'm more than pleased to be seeing you again." She kissed the younger woman's forehead, then, with a parting wave to Severus and Draco, kissed her husband and floo'd home.

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Tonks and Remus owned a small cottage settled neatly into the woods at the edge of Hogsmeade. It was small, cozy and perfect for their small family. Usually, it was rather calm and quiet, with just Teddy's quiet noises, and the crackling of the fire. Unfortunately, tonight was not a usual night.

Home was not the relaxing atmosphere Tonks had been expecting. No, the moment the floo flared to life, Molly Weasley was on her feet and roaring about irresponsibility and childcare. Ginny was red-faced, and angrily clenching her fists. Harry paced restlessly by the stairs to the second floor, and Teddy could be heard screaming piteously from his room.

Tonks groaned and ran a hand down her already pale face. It was nearly too much. She was exhausted, overwhelmed and quite pregnant. Still, she couldn't return to Severus's. They would hear her destination and be on her tail in no time. Most still thought Severus was dead, and would panic at the realization that he was really quite well and alive, despite Harry Potter's very own wizards oath that Severus Snape was completely and totally on the Light side.

With that in mind, she whipped out her wand and cast a series of spells.

Within moments, the Weasleys were wrapped up tight in their well worn spring cloaks and shoes, and silenced. Two cups of steeping tea floated to the table, and a soft lullaby was set to play to her young, crying son. Harry, though still pacing, was wrapped in a handmade afghan and magically directed by a gently buffering breeze to the large oak kitchen table.

Tonks slapped her wand against her palm as she circled the immobilized Weasley's.

"Now, Molly, all I asked was that you take Teddy from his daycare to the house. Why might you still be here when I returned? With your daughter, no less. Ah, and might I remind you of my wailing child?"

Molly's eyes softened, and her anger drained from her body instantly. The soft sniffling of the child could still be heard through Tonks' monitoring charm.

"Indeed. I find that there is no more reason for you or your daughter to be here now, or to have need to return for any reason at all in the near future. Please leave." With a slight swish of her wand, Tonks had the two Weasley females floating hastily out of the house. The door slammed closed and locked firmly behind them. The wards crashed down the moment they were outside of its protection.

Tonks soothed herself as she took off her outerwear, listening to the soft croon of her mother's voice singing the lullaby she always used when Teddy was having a good hard cry.

Molly was never one to barge into the Lupin home without reason. It would all be resolved tomorrow, or there would be people taken from the ward allowances.

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Moments later, a still exhausted, but much happier Nymphadora Tonks was seating herself across from her child's godfather. She rubbed her swollen stomach, just relaxing and watching her son's young godfather.

Harry had, at some point, drawn the afghan tighter around himself, and finally settled down. He sipped lightly at his tea, round lenses fogging up with each sip. His knee bounced hard and fast, a testament to the fact that he was still quite agitated. His broadened shoulders were tense, and his left hand kept rising to his hair, dragging through it the same way his father used to.

"What has had you in such a huff, Mr. Potter?" Tonks asked softly. Harry set his tea cup down, then buried both of his hands in his hair, staring down at the knot in the all-natural tabletop.

"Dobby saw them." He muttered to the knot. Tonks frowned.

"Saw who?" Suddenly, a flip switched in her mind. Bloody hell. She had forgotten about asking Harry to have Dobby stop tracking Remus. For a moment, Tonks floundered.

"Please Tonks." Harry moaned. Nymphadora's heart broke. The poor boy knew Dobby had been correct. Knew she had just returned from her husband's side, which without a doubt, must have been very close to Hermione.

"Harry, I'm sorry." She whispered.

The cups rattled on their pretty little saucers.

"You're sorry?" He snarled, the darkness of a lost, angry, confused, heartbroken young man taking over the bright green of his mothers eyes. "YOU'RE SORRY?"

Remus chose that moment to arrive. Within seconds, magic was whipping through the air and binding tightly around Harry. Gentle, calming and dominant, Harry's magic fought back for a moment, before setting down. The werewolf essence in Remus was more at ease with its domineering presence than Harry's somehow still growing magic was. After a few more moments of furious fighting, Harry submitted, his entire body slackening as his magic retracted back to his core.

He stood there, shaggy black hair gleaming in the soft light of the barely lit kitchen, chest heaving as he caught his breath. His glasses had been knocked off, those curse green eyes sparkled with near tears.

"That'll do pup." Remus breathed softly. He stepped over to the rigid young man and pried the drawn wand from his fingers. "Easy, please." He ran a calming hand across Harry's tensed shoulders.

Tonks retrieved the now cracked lenses, and repaired them. She hooked them gently over the collar of his threadbare t-shirt.

Slowly, her husband released the young man. Each wisp of his magic slipped away and returned to the werewolf, seeming to take with it all of the tension Harry had been harboring.

"I'm sorry." Harry breathed, burying his face in Remus's chest, nearly knocking the older wizard over in a tight hug.

"It's fine, Harry. We understand what you're going through…Trust me." Tonks rubbed his back and refreshed their tea, bringing back a cup for Remus as well.

"Five years, Remus." Harry mumbled. "Five years since I've seen her. Smelt her. Touched her." He laughed ruefully as he sat up and pulled away from his mentor. "Yet, I still know the very scent of her hair, of her skin. It's all over you." He shook his head. "No, not just on you. It's everywhere! It's like being surrounded by Hermione." His bright eyes grew distant.

"Harry?" Remus asked cautiously, trading a concerned look with Tonks. "What do you mean?"

Harry chuckled wearily, returning to the moment.

"You know exactly what I mean. Remus, you're a bloody werewolf. How could you not know?" He waved a hand around "It's that wave of smells that hits you when you open the door. Fresh baked bread at the Weasleys, with a bit of explosives, and sweetness from the candy the twins produce. The perfume my aunt wears, and the awful chemicals she uses to clean. Flowers, outdoors and baby, here."

Tonks settled on the other side of Harry. She gently wrapped an arm around him.

"And Hermione? What does she smell of?" Harry laughed bitterly.

"Cinnamon. Chocolate. Sunshine. What else?" Tonks smiled and squeezed him slightly.

"You're right. She does….What does she taste like?" Remus's eyes widened, and he waved his hands around cautiously. This was a bad idea! Tonks merely rolled her eyes at him and returned her attention to a thoughtful Harry Potter.

"Caramel. She tastes like Caramel."