I hope people are actually reading this, idk?

I know I changed Teddy's birthdate. BUT, you'll see why in DH.
Okay we're headed to March, I like skipping time sorry aha

"Did you take my jumper again?" Remus asked turning as he heard her enter the bedroom again. Sure enough, she was wearing his blue jumper.

She crossed her arms over her small bump, grinning. "Yes." She said, with a hint of challenge in her voice. "Are you going to take it back?"

"I could, but I don't have the energy." Remus said. "Will you be alright tonight?"

"With three men in the house? Definitely not, the Death Eaters will arrive the minute you leave."

Remus sighed at her. "I'll be back first thing in the morning-"

"We tried to get Wolfsbane, Remus, we did- but Diagon Alley won't sell the ingredients anymore. I'm sorry." She said, her eyes tearing up. "I can't imagine the pain you'll face- I'm sorry."

"No. No, it's hardly your fault." Remus said, rushing over to wrap his arms around her.

"I just feel useless." She said. "I can't even get you your potion, I can't help the Order-"

"The Order is doing alright right now."

"Ron was poisoned." Tonks said. "He could have died. That's not alright."

Remus leaned his cheek against her hair, sighing. "Harry was there, Ron is fine."

"All the accidents at Hogwarts this year- it's horrible."

"And the Order can't stop them from happening. Minerva and Albus are there, that's all the Order can do." Remus said. "We're helping in other ways. You're helping by staying out of the way. I'm helping right now by being the literal guard dog for a night."

She laughed against his chest. "Ah yes, if the wards fail tonight, you'll definitely stop them if they happen by the tool shed."

"I might."

Sirius, as Padfoot, paced in front of the tool shed. It had been sealed with enchantments and wards, to prevent the wolf inside from going after the humans inside the house.

Apparently, the wards that Sirius had placed weren't entirely effective, because the wolf could sense the humans. Padfoot knew he'd be back to the books in the morning, searching for more enchantments to use.

The wolf howled, banging against the door. Padfoot tensed up, a low growl escaping his throat. When he realised the wolf had not broken through the door, he relaxed a small amount. They had learned the month before that if Padfoot was inside with Moony, he wouldn't settle like he had at Hogwarts all those years. It had resulted in a torn shoulder for the old dog. It took days of healing spells to heal the wound, and it was decided that Padfoot would not spend the night next to Moony.

Padfoot found it hard to sleep on full moons. In Azkaban, he would know it was full moon if he couldn't sleep, he'd feel the need to be Padfoot just for the night. It never provided relief, knowing the pain Moony was facing alone, but it was all he could do from where he was.

He could hear the wolf growling, and he stuck his nose by the hinge of the door and made a small bark noise, which quieted the wolf for a few moments. Padfoot looked towards the sky.

Soon, the sun would rise, and everything would be fine.

Tonks didn't sleep all night. She tried, because she was tired, but sleep never came. She'd probably sleep once Remus joined her in bed, to sleep off his rough night, but she restless now. Tired, yet awake.

Kingsley and Alastor were sleeping, she knew, but they'd be awake early to handle Order business. Kingsley would be up and out of the house in the next hour to go to his 'Muggle' job, and Alastor would be awake shortly after he left.

Neither man slept much in the current time. Kingsley got a few hours, but Alastor even less.

"Dora told me a few days ago we need to make a decision." Alastor said, as they lay next to each other in the dark.

"About what exactly?"

"Who gets to be the grandmother."

Kingsley laughed. "Well, I don't think we're old enough for either title."

"You're 49."

"So are you."

"Not yet, I'm not." Alastor retorted.

"48, 49, no difference." Kingsley said with a sigh.

"Actually, there is a difference. A three month difference." Alastor said. "Better than thirteen years."

"They're happy, are you going to deny that?"

"And I'm happy for her, but honestly, that girl. Nothing but a walking inconvenience since we took her in."

"Al, you don't mean that."

"No, I really don't."