Tonks ended up getting her way. Her mother was staying with her, Remus and their unborn baby for the foreseeable future. It went unspoken that it was until her dad returned, even though Andromeda said that it was just for Christmas. Her dad who no-one had heard anything from in all this time. Not even a whisper. It was like he had completely gone untraceable. Which she had to believe was a good thing. If they hadn't seen or heard from him that meant the Death Eaters hadn't either, right? Right? He had to be okay. He was her dad. He was always there for her. He was her mum's other half. He was her dad! He had to be okay. He just had to. Nothing could happen to him. Please let nothing happen to him.

No. It was no good thinking thoughts like that. It wasn't going to do her or her baby any good. Stress wasn't good for the baby, she kept being told. Well, try living in the middle of a war you were losing and not be stressed! It was impossible. Hmpf. Stress bad for the baby. Tonks was pretty sure stress was bad for her as well. Bad for everyone. It was impossible not to be stressed. Impossible.

She absentmindedly rubbed her belly. It was nice feeling the swell of it under her hand. She used the movement to calm herself down rather than the baby - who wasn't moving much right now. Which was nothing to be alarmed about because he was just resting for his big kick-off tonight. It had been the same thing every night the past week. Maybe the baby was going to be into martial arts. It certainly pulled off enough karate moves in there. Or maybe he was going to be a flapping bat. He was certainly nocturnal enough to be a bat.

And those movements could ache. Seriously ache. Tonks hadn't known that the baby's movements could make her sore! Sure, it was mostly down to the fact that the baby was kicking up at her ribs but still! She didn't like the feeling. How were there people who actually enjoyed being pregnant? This was anything but comfortable.

"Glaring at your stomach is not going to make your baby stop kicking you," her mum said in an amused knowing voice.

"He's not kicking right now," Tonks replied, looking across to her mother.

The two of them had just been sitting; Andromeda reading a book and Dora trying to read the latest Weird Sisters magazine. It had been abandoned pretty quickly because she couldn't concentrate on the words. Couldn't concentrate on anything really. Her mind kept on drifting. Whether it was about her dad or her baby or the current state of affairs. She found that she couldn't focus on just one thing for any particular length of time. Which was annoying. She never used to be like this, she was good at focusing on things. Could she blame this on the pregnancy hormones or on the war? Or both? Both sounded good to her.

"Not kicking?" Andromeda repeated with a slight frown.

"He's nocturnal," Tonks reassured her of any fears she might have. "He likes to kick, kick, kick at me all night long. It's annoying."

"You can't call your unborn child annoying, Nymphadora," her mother tutted.

"Can too," she said petulantly, folding her arms.

Even that movement felt weird these days because did you know what else was a side effect of pregnancy? Except, you know, the scatter-brained-ness? Boobs. Yes, that's right. For once in her life, she actually had decently sized breasts. And, you know what? They were all what they were hyped up to be. In fact, they were downright annoying. She would like to go back to her weird in-between an A and a B cup please. Any bigger just felt wrong and awkward a weird, especially since she couldn't morph these smaller. Oh, didn't get her wrong, she had used her abilities to give herself, ahem, bigger attributes in certain situations. It worked wonders in interrogations and trying to lure some creepy suspect in but she could always change them back after that. These, she glared at her breasts, she couldn't make any smaller anymore.

That was something else she had found out. She could still make her breasts bigger though she definitely didn't want to do that right now but she couldn't make them smaller. And she didn't know why nor could she find out why. There was frustratingly little information out there about Metamorphmaguses, never mind pregnant ones.

"The Weasleys haven't heard or seen anything from Lovegood," Remus said by way of greeting, returning from his "quick" visit to the Burrow.

Ha. As if you could ever make a quick visit to the Burrow. Molly would never allow that, even before. You always had to have a chat over a cup of tea and possibly have some food forced upon you. She was even worse now that the circle of people she could communicate with was much smaller.

"Well, you wouldn't if your house had been blown up," Tonks said with a shrug.

Especially if it was Death Eaters who blew up your house. Which it most definitely was, the Weasleys had seen them flee the scene. Though, they hadn't set off a Dark Mark like they usually did so maybe the whole blowing up thing was intentional. Though they had definitely been there for poor Mr Lovegood. Who knew what they would have done to him if they'd got him? Or to Luna.

"I can't believe the man had an Erumpent horn in his house," Remus said shaking his head.

"Apparently he wasn't quite all there," Tonks told him.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Like his daughter?"

She opened and then closed her mouth at that. Apparently this Luma was an oddball as well but was very intelligent.

"You can be clever and crazy at the same time," she said defensively. "Aren't geniuses meant to be crazy or something?"

Remus just shook his head at her but he was smiling so he wasn't too exasperated.

"Either way, Luna was loyal to Harry and Xenophilius was supporting the Order. We should be looking out for him."

"Oh, definitely," Tonks agreed, nodding. "But I don't think we're going to find him."

"You think the Death Eaters have found him?"

She thought for a moment and then shook her head. "No. I think he's smart enough to lie low and evade them."

Remus ran a hand over his face dejectedly. "But for how long?"

Tonks bit her lip, not knowing how to respond to that. Or if Remus even wanted her to respond. They all knew how good the Death Eaters were. Not to mention the Snatchers.

"What about Luna?" She asked.

"What about her? We still can't figure out where she is," Remus said, looking very tired. "Though, I tend to agree with Kingsley about it being either Malfoy Manor or where the Lestranges live."

"I don't mean that," Tonks said impatiently. "I meant, is anything going to happen to her now that she can't be used as a bargaining chip for her dad?"

"I really hope not," Remus said emphatically.