A/N: Meet the parents time! Had to happen sooner or later, so here it is people; I really hope you enjoy it. Also, if you have any plot ideas at all, please PM me or review with your thoughts; I have writer's block on this story at the moment.

Tonks couldn't help but let a smile spread over her face when they popped into the small park, and Harry looked at her with a small grin quirking his lips. "Bring back memories?" She nodded, and then dragged him over to a tree beside one of the swings – before squinting to see in the darkness. Harry cast a small, wandless lumos and she nodded her thanks before finding what she was looking for, and a sad smile took the place of her previous one. Harry leaned closer, and growled lowly at what was carved deep into the wood.

Nobody + Tonks

Harry placed his hand over the carving, and then removed it a moment later before kissing his wife on the cheek and leading her away from the less that pleasant memory. Harry could remember the day that one of Tonks's childhood bullies had carved it into the surface, and had already begun forming a plan now that he had seen the sadness in his wife's gaze. He hoped the 'Harry and Tonks Forever' cheered her up slightly. They walked back to the park chair and Harry looked up at the dark sky, before letting out a huge sigh. He felt Tonks chuckle against his chest. "A little scared there love?"

He nodded seriously. "Voldemort attacking me right now gives me happy tingles down my spine; at least I could beg off meeting your father for another day."

"He's not that bad Harry."

He looked down at her with disbelieving eyes. "Says you; not only haven't they seen you in over a year, but you're also now married – to a sixteen year-old no less, who just so happens to be the man that Voldemort is determined to kill. Oh, yeah, and after him there's also the other wizard who is seen as the most powerful in the world – he's after said husband as well." He smiled down at her. "I can just see the joyous welcome right now."

She slapped him playfully on the arm before pulling him reluctantly to his feet. "It won't be that bad; we'll just break it to them slowly, like we talked about."

"I gave my will to Griphook last night; just thought you ought to know."

"Harry!"

"Sorry, but seriously, if I die-"

He was cut off by Tonks pressing her lips to his, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her back- hoping to kiss her enough that she would forget about the meeting with her parents. He knew it was a long shot, a very long shot, but he figured it was worth a try. Finally, after several minutes, she broke away with a dazed look in her eyes. "Nice try love."

Harry groaned and buried his head in her hair. "Damn, I was really hoping that would work."

She sniggered and begun dragging him to the end of the cul-de-sac. "I know you did, but if it's any consolation, that felt really, really good."

Harry stopped resisting and brought her into his side with a chuckle. "I'd agree with you there – but time to act a little less cosy." He pushed her away slightly and walked about a step to her left, and he saw her shiver slightly – and groaned. "You really know how to tempt me, don't you?"

He saw the sly grin on her face as she walked up the steps to the small house, and waited for him to stand beside her before ringing the doorbell. After a few moments, there was the sound of a dull thudding, and then the door cracked open slightly to reveal the face of an elderly, brown-haired witch. "Tonks, what did you call the first pet you ever had?"

Harry already knew the answer, but kept his mouth firmly shut while his wife replied. "Parker, and his partner was Penelope." Harry chuckled at the childhood names for the squirrels, but breathed an unconscious sigh of relief when the woman opened up the door and engulfed Tonks in a hug. "Sorry about that sweetheart, but you know how careful we need to be with the Death Eaters these days."

Tonks nodded and pulled back before turning to Harry. "Mum, this is Harry – a friend of mine."

Harry nearly barked in laughter, but managed to hold it in as he shook his mother-in-law's hand, not that she was aware of her status in Harry's life of course. "It's a pleasure to meet you finally Missus Tonks, I've heard a lot about you from Nymphadora." He had changed to Tonks's given name at the last second, thinking that saying Missus Tonks and Tonks in the same sentence would sound quite odd – but it also had the unexpected, although not unwelcome side effect of causing Andromeda to wince; awaiting what she considered to be the inevitable outburst. When none came, and she saw the pair looking completely normal, she frowned before ushering them inside; giving Harry an odd look as he passed.

Harry followed Tonks into the living room, and whispered to her when he got close enough. "Whoops."

She chuckled and nodded in agreement, before hurriedly whispering to him before they entered the room in front of them. "You know very well that even Dad gets yelled at if he calls me that; you're the only one who I don't mind."

Harry knew that very well, and had to hide his grin when his wife's father came into view – his eyes rooted to the telly; his eyes wide as he yelled at the umpire on the big screen. "BOLLOCKS! THAT WAS A FOUL!" It took a rather loud cough from Andromeda to break him out of his angered mumbling that followed, and he finally caught sight of his daughter – which immediately brought a smile to his face. "Poppet!" Harry watched the reunion with a small smile on his face; happy that he at least had Tonks's memories of a happy family. Andromeda saw Harry's slightly sad expression, and vowed to ask him about it later. It was after about a minute of fussing over Tonks that Ted noticed Harry, and the raven-haired wizard was not overly surprised at the slightly suspicious glare. The only reason it was only slightly suspicious was probably due to his age – Harry was coming to dread the revelation more and more.

"And you are?"

"Harry, sir, Harry Potter; I'm a friend of Nymphadora's." Once again, Harry saw the man flinch and step away to give his daughter space to slap the raven-haired wizard, but was appalled when she instead collapsed onto the couch and begun flicking through the channels. Harry held out his hand like nothing was the matter and smiled at Ted. "I've heard a lot about you."

The blonde-haired man slowly took Harry's hand, and was pleasantly surprised at the firm handshake he received. He was immediately impressed. "A firm handshake there son!" Harry flinched at the term; the man had no idea just how much of a son he was.

"No thanks to my caregi- relatives at all I assure you sir." Ted was confused at the statement, which was only furthered by Harry's slightly dark expression.

He was about to ask about what the young man had meant, but the expression disappeared as soon as the thought entered his head, and he instead moved the matter to the back of his mind before moving on to other questions after Harry had taken a seat next to Tonks. "So Harry, how old are you?"

"Sixteen sir."

Ted smiled in relief at the number, and Harry cringed before quickly hiding the expression – much to Tonks's amusement; he'd swear by the way she was acting that she was enjoying his discomfort. "Just call me Ted, Harry. So how did you and Nympha-"

"Don't you even dare call me that Dad."

Ted looked completely taken aback, as did Andromeda who was listening in from the kitchen – finishing cooking the dinner. "Wh-umm…okay…urm, so how did you and my daughter get to know each other?"

"Well I first met Tonks at the beginning of last year, but I'd heard a little about her beforehand – like how she was an Auror and all." When he saw Ted about to ask the next logical question he smiled. "And yes, I know she's not an Auror now."

Ted ahh'ed and then moved on, taking a sip of beer from the bottle in his hand. "Mm, I was proud as hell when I heard Tonks made the Auror Corp, although I must admit that I was a bit freaked out when 'Meda explained exactly what the job entailed."

Harry laughed and nodded in agreement before wandlessly pulling two butterbeer from his fridge at home, handing one to Tonks before cracking open his and taking a swallow. "Yeah, I'd be a little freaked out as well; hell, the only reason I wasn't is because I've seen her in action, and I've got the bruises to prove it."

He chuckled a bit, but caught sight of Ted's incredulous expression – missing Andromeda's. "You've fought Tonks?" Harry nodded and took another sip while Ted floundered for another sentence. "Bu- well how did you do?"

"Well it took me half an hour to get her in a bodybind, but she got out of that in a jiffy, so I had to put her down using an incarcerous. She was bloody furious that she couldn't move, but then I reminded her that I did use my wand for that spell."

There was a crash from the kitchen when Harry said that, and they all turned to see Andromeda pale faced. "So that means…that means that you faced Tonks wandlessly?"

Harry nodded simply and took another swig of his butterbeer, only to find it half-empty due to his wife's sneaky sips while he talked. He glared at her slightly, but grinned when she whistled innocently. "Yes Missus Tonks, though Nymphadora was duelling wandlessly as well; last time I checked she could go about four hours head-to-head with me without wands before I won out."

Andromeda turned to Tonks, amazed. "You can do wandless magic?"

Tonks nodded, and blushed slightly. "Only because Harry taught me though, I could never get it beforehand." Harry chuckled slightly; his memories and magical reserves had allowed her to do many things.

Ted however, looked at Harry in a completely different light – relief running through him. Anybody who was eight years younger than his daughter and who could beat her in a duel couldn't be in a relationship with his honeypuff; she'd rip their throats out. He frowned as a rather large observation came to the front of his mind; she didn't hit him when he called her Nymphadora…she even looked like she smiled slightly…no, it's just because he's taught her a lot is all. "Well, that's quite impressive Harry – so what do you do for a living?"

"Me? Well I get chased around and hunted by Dark Lords a lot of the time, but occasionally I come face to face with one of the snotty sods and blast them off the face of the Earth." He noticed his wife's cheeky grin as she watched the telly, and didn't miss her parent's open jaws either. He let a frown cross his face. "Real tricky one at the moment though; goes by the name Voldemort – I've killed him three times but he just keeps coming back." He shrugged, "Other than that I'm just a student at Hogwarts."

He grinned at them and chuckled. "Sorry, but I just couldn't resist." He held out his hand to Ted yet again. "I'm Harry Potter, as in The-Boy-Who-Lived – it's a pleasure to meet you both at last."

Ted shook his hand numbly, while Andromeda looked quite humbled. "I'm sorry Mister Potter, had I known you were coming I would've taken us out for dinn-"

Before she knew what was happening she found his hand on her shoulder, with a smile on his lips. "Missus Tonks, I am just Harry; I'm not the fortunate, famous, wealthy, saviour of the wizarding world at the moment; that Harry only makes an appearance when some Dark Lord needs to be put in his place, okay?" She nodded dumbly and Harry took a sniff before closing his eyes happily. "Mmm, smells like a good chicken roast – I can see where Nymphadora got her cooking skills from."

The brown-haired witch had been putting down Harry's use of her daughter's first name, and her daughter's lack of reaction, to Tonks just not paying attention to what was said – but she couldn't entertain the notion any longer when she saw the teasing look on her face. "Winky said that my cooking was better than yours."

Harry scoffed and dropped his hand from Andromeda's shoulder before returning to his seat beside the pink-haired witch and holding his finger up before adopting a lecturing tone. "I believe that Winky said that your dessert – notice the lack of a plural – was better than mine on that night only." Tonks scowled, forcing the grin back, and Harry sat back in triumph. "Besides, Dobby says my cooking is always the best."

Tonks snorted and poked Harry in the chest. "You know he'd never say any different."

"Says the woman that tried to bribe said house elf." Tonks blanched, and Harry chuckled before pushing her shoulder lightly. "Yeah, I know all about your little attempts to corrupt my little friend."

"Ummm…who are Dobby and Winky?"

Tonks turned to her mother and smiled. "Harry's house elves, and our friends."

"Friends?"

Tonks nodded. "Uhuh, Harry and Dobby talk like they've been friends for years, and I've managed to strike up a friendship with Winky as well."

Harry saw his mother-in-law's astounded look and chuckled. "Missus Tonks, I'm far from what is considered normal, in fact my being friends with house elves is probably one of the more normal things about me."

She thought for a couple of moments before nodding with a small smile. "Just call me 'Meda, Harry, and I'm glad that there is someone else apart from me that doesn't think of house elves as slaves." Harry nodded and turned to Tonks, who was carefully tracing symbols into the air with her finger – humming in thought while looking at the blue lines left behind. Harry noticed Ted's interest in what she was doing, and explained. "She's reviewing the wards around this house – who did your warding?"

"Oh, an old family friend – goodness knows the last time we had them checked." Harry could tell the age of the wards just from the air around him, and leant over before tracing a few lines where Tonks had been looking. She ahh'ed when she saw the corrections he had made, and pecked him lightly on the cheek before turning back and tracing the new symbols in earnest. Harry watched her with interest, and had to refrain from leaning over and kissing her on the lips; she always looked so cute when she was concentrating. The thought of kissing her however, brought forth a more pressing concern – in the form of her having just kissed him on the cheek, and her father being present in the same room. When he turned slightly to look at said man, he winced at the cold glare he was receiving, and quickly returned to looking at Tonks work her magic.

Tonks was too busy to notice the tension in the room, and Harry grabbed the opportunity to set the table when Andromeda asked for some help. He felt Ted's eyes boring into his back as he passed, but forced himself to appear calm – while on the inside he was packing himself. He managed to set four places with help from the woman of the house, before sitting at the table and watching Andromeda cook. She turned around at some point and noticed him watching, before smiling and sitting opposite while keeping an eye on the timer. "So Harry, how did you meet Tonks?"

"Through the Order of the Phoenix actually."

This raised an eyebrow. "You're a member?"

Harry chuckled bitterly and shook his head. "No, although by all rights I should be – I've faced Voldemort five times after all, and I've killed him on three of those occasions." He shook himself and smiled back at her. "But that's neither here nor there. I saw her one night at a meeting, but I got to know her the next day when I caught her from falling face first down the stairs. She thanked me and then we talked for a bit – but she had to leave to go to the Ministry shortly after. Whenever she was at the Order Headquarters we caught up though, and we became friends after a short while."

She nodded and thought for a moment before bringing up the topic that had been bothering her since he had entered the living room. "I noticed you looked sad when Tonks hugged Ted."

Harry tensed slightly, and he stiffly replied. "Bad childhood I'm afraid, I'd rather not talk about it."

She nodded in understanding, but found herself wondering what he could possibly be talking about; he was the Boy-Who-Lived for goodness sake – it couldn't have been that bad. Harry had caught the tail-end of that particular thought and sighed before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt; baring the top of his chest to her. She drew in a horrified gasp at what she saw, and Harry quickly buttoned it back up before leaning forwards and resting his chin on his clasped hands. "It was that bad I'm afraid."

She jolted slightly and he chuckled – the mood lightening slightly. "I'm very in tune with the magic around me 'Meda; when someone is feeling particularity strongly about something then I find myself unconsciously performing Legilimency. I apologise for intruding."

She shook her head and smiled at him. "No need to apologise, I was just a little surprised is all. Can you read my daughter like that?"

Harry smiled warmly and shook his head. "I don't need to." She was confused at that, but he continued with a nervous laugh. "Your husband however, is a slightly different matter." She raised her eyebrows, and he gave her a lopsided grin. "He is currently wondering what the best way to kill me would be – strangulation seems to be the most likely at the moment."

"Bu-wh- why would he want to do that?"

She looked through to the lounge with wide eyes and Harry coughed nervously. "Well, you see, your daughter kissed me on the cheek and he saw."

"She kissed you on the cheek?" Harry nodded and looked at the bench. "That seems to suggest more than friends Harry." He nodded again and she raised her eyebrows. "You're…together?" Nod. "As in girlfriend and boyfriend?" He shook his head and she frowned – but growled the next words angrily. "Friends with benefits?" This had Harry's head snapping up and shaking furiously in an attempt to reassure her that it was nothing of the sort. She calmed at his furious shaking, and then leant forward onto her hands and hummed lightly. "So more than friends, but less than friends with benefits?" She hummed again, but looked up when she heard Harry's strained cough – and her eyes widened when she saw him shaking his head yet again. "Not less than friends with benefits?" she asked, and he shook his head again.

"Harry, just what are you to my daughter?"

Harry tried to answer her right then, he really did, but he couldn't before he confirmed something with her. "Have you ever killed someone 'Meda?" She frowned at the question, and shook her head. "Think you could?"

She frowned, confused at the change in direction. "I…think I could, if my family was in danger."

Harry groaned and plonked his head on the bench – taking a moment to recover before lifting himself up and sitting properly. "Ask me anything about Tonks, anything at all."

Andromeda frowned again at the odd request, but complied, curious as to what he was hedging towards. "Okay, what's her favourite number?"

"Two."

"Hmm, what's her favourite colour?"

He smiled at that. "It used to be blue – but it's red now."

His mother in law blanched. "Really? She used to hate red."

Harry nodded his head. "I think I helped with that."

She frowned but continued; apparently, he was trying to prove that he knew Tonks well. "Okay then, something harder: who was her first boyfriend?"

Harry spluttered for a moment, but gave her the answer she was looking for. "She's never had one."

She frowned; for him to know that was surprising. "What's her aunt's name?"

Harry growled. "Well it depends which one you're talking about; there's Narcissa Malfoy, or there's Bellatrix No-Name, since I disowned her from the Black family."

Andromeda gasped. "You disowned her?"

Harry nodded and spat his next words. "Only befitting of the one that murdered Sirius."

"So…so you're the head of the Black Family?"

Harry nodded and smiled at her. "I was going to offer to reinstate you, but Tonks had a feeling that you would decline due to the fact that your two sisters are death eaters – and would officially be related to you again should you take me up on the offer."

She stammered for a few seconds before managing another question. "What was her first teddy bear called?" And on it went, from questions concerning her favourites to her years at Hogwarts. She even tried to throw him with some more personal questions concerning her abilities as a metamorph, but Harry answered them as easily as he had the favourite colour question. Finally she was forced to resort to the more embarrassing questions.

"What's her bra size?"

Harry blanched at that, and turned slightly pink before forcing out the answer. "Well she gets them custom made actually; so that she can morph without having to worry about it; they just stretch or shrink to whatever proportions she requires."

"I meant her natural size."

Harry frowned, the blush still on his cheeks. "She moved out when she was eighteen, she would've grown a few sizes since then."

He received a glare and he sighed. "34C."

She was shocked that he knew, and then asked the last question – a question that she knew would answer everything. "What colour are her eyes."

Harry looked at her as well, and met her serious gaze with his own. "The most beautiful shade of red I have ever seen, and will ever see in my life."

Andromeda sat back in shock – and Harry had to flick off the oven wandlessly because she didn't hear the alarm. After several minutes she regained her senses and looked at Harry with a softer look. "What are you to my daughter?"

He smiled back and finally revealed his ring to her. "The man that will never ever leave her." She looked at the ring, not comprehending its full implications, and then nodded at him before calling to Tonks and Ted that dinner was ready. It had been half an hour since Harry had left the lounge, and the pink-haired witch had been getting worried, so she sighed in relief when she saw Harry sitting safe at the kitchen bench. He nodded to his ring and she raised her eyebrows – but smiled and did the same when she felt the rush of reassurance over their bond.

It was halfway through dinner that Ted realized that the man he was glaring at was wearing a ring, and once again he relaxed – jumping to the wrong conclusion. "So, Harry, a married man are you?"

Harry nodded and swallowed before smiling. "I've been married for almost a year now; my anniversary is next Wednesday in fact."

Ted nodded enthusiastically. "Congratulations, it's not often that people find love so early in their lives."

Harry nodded and smiled, forcing himself not to look up and get lost in Tonks's eyes. "Yeah, she's great."

Ted ate another roast potato and leant forward. "So, what kind of person is she?"

Harry couldn't help but catch Tonks's eye for a moment, but hurriedly looked back at Ted, who was eagerly awaiting his answer. "What can I say? She is the most wonderful woman I have ever met, and ever will meet."

Ted winked at him. "Ah, a bit of a looker then."

Harry dropped to a whisper with his answer. "You have no idea." Even Andromeda looked surprised at the emotion in his answer, and Harry smiled warmly when he felt the love swell over their connection. He shook himself after a moment and looked back at the blonde-haired man. "She's older than me and she used to work for the Ministry, but she recently quit; she just didn't agree with the corruption that had spread through its ranks – I can't help but agree; hell, even Fudge is taking bribes from that bastard Malfoy."

Ted nodded and grumbled his agreement, chewing on another potato as Harry continued. "But the work that she did represented her personality to a T. She fought for what she believed in and would do damn near anything to make sure justice was served." He smiled at Ted. "She is amazing. She cares for every person, whether Goblin, House elf, Werewolf, or wizard; nobody is undeserving of a chance. And she cares." He wiped his mouth with a napkin and sat back in his chair, taking a break from eating. "I was in a depression after Sirius was murdered, I thought I had something to do with his death – hell, I thought that I had killed him." He could see Andromeda's horrified expression in his peripheral vision, and Ted had much the same look about him as well.

"I arrived from Hogwarts in a daze, went straight to my room, collapsed onto my bed, and didn't move, drink, or eat for five days. I think that I wanted to die." He smiled to calm their now dropped jaws, and he understood that they were wondering just how he turned out to be so friendly. "I am the person I am now because of her. She came to my house to see how I was holding up, and before I even saw her – hell, I just heard her voice, I snapped out of it. It turned out that my uncle was about to stab her in the back with a knife, but I sent a bone-crushing curse to sort him out, and then everything changed for me. She was horrified at the conditions I had been living in, and immediately set out to make things better for me. I went and showered after I realized the state I was in, and then came back to find my room expanded, cleaned, and looking like a five star hotel. But that didn't matter to me, because she was there and I felt safe.

"From that point on I changed for the better. I knew that I liked her, and I found her incredibly attractive even then – but I didn't know what to do about it." He chuckled and took a mouthful of chicken. "She changed that too. I knew a week after she moved in that she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with – but in all honesty I felt like I didn't deserve her. She was, and is still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she's smart, and funny, and caring, and kind, and I didn't see why she would chose me when she could have anybody she wanted. Three weeks later I asked her to be with me forever, and she accepted." He smiled warmly at Tonks, but averted his gaze to the far distance when Ted looked at him. "I could drive off a hundred- no, a thousand Dementors with that memory – and I have no doubt that I'll end up doing just that before this war is over. It is the happiest moment of my life, and the good times just keep on coming."

"Wow." Harry nodded his agreement at Ted's excellent statement. The next statement, and the unexpected answer that followed, had Ted spluttering in shock, and Harry in horror. "Well congratulations Harry, it sounds like you're both very much in love with one another – make her happy."

"He already makes me happy."

Harry's butterbeer flew from his mouth on a crash course towards his father-in-law, who was now beginning to comprehend that fact, and would have connected had he not flung out his arm and atomised the spray before it reached him. Ted on the other hand, had dropped his glass and seemed to be oblivious to the contents of said glass emptying onto his lap – the ring on Tonks's hand that he was now staring at probably had something to do with it.

"Harry…"

Said raven-haired teen gulped.