(10 months later)

ANDROMEDA TONKS

It had all started with a simple knock on the wards.

She had been looking for a book when the wards alerted her of something unusual. The knock was so unexpected that she nearly fell off the chair in the library. Since she had run off from her home to marry Ted, rarely anyone magical visited her. Well, any magical who would bother to announce their uninformed visit so formally. It couldn't be her friends and family as all of them had broken ties with her after her marriage, and Ted and Dora's friend were added to the ward list. As they had kept their address secret from the magical world to hide from any retribution from members of House Black, it had to be someone who knew about her.

As she moved towards the door, a slight gesture from her hand had her wand drop down from the holster Nymphadora had gifted her a few months ago. Even with the downfall of the House of Black and Dark Lord, there was no guarantee of safety for her. Many of the purebloods still hated her, especially the Selwyn family given that she had refused to mary their heir. A mental debate with herself for activating the black family ward inside the house nearly made her stumble, but in the end, she decided to not act until she would have reason to. While the wards were not powerful enough to hold on against a full-fledged attack, they were vicious enough that anything hostile might find itself suffering badly, giving her enough time to handle them or escape if needed. A peek later from the window confirmed her decision. Jonathan Greengrass was many things that she hated, but he was not a murderer. Still, as a caution, she decided to send a Patronus to Ted. Once the white fox had run out of the room, she stepped out with the wand still in her hand. The frigid tone of her words shocked her too.

"Hello, Jon. I didn't expect you to visit my house ever."

On hearing her choice of name, the dark-haired man in front of her reacted just as he used to 19 years ago. Eyes full anger, he opened his mouth.

"It's Lord Greengrass, Mrs. Tonks... "

Her sarcastic laugh stopped his posturing in between.

"I have cleaned your wounds, taught you how to dance, and celebrated birthdays with you when you were just a child. In Hogwarts, I helped you send courting gifts to Natalie Mckinnon when you were freaking out as a third-year student. And we are not at the Wizengamot or the Ministry, Jon. So pardon me if I treat a person in my house with the same familiarity that we had when we last met, even if it was nearly 19 years ago."

A smile nearly broke at her face when his pureblood composure shook just for a moment before his face became expressionless once again. She congratulated herself for still having the Black family trait to ruffle anyone. Any further discussion was interrupted when Ted appeared next to her with a small pop. One look at the visitor brought his own wand out and raised. Jonathan didn't give any more reaction more than a small nod towards her husband.

"Mr. Tonks."

"Lord Greengrass."

She couldn't help but notice the difference in the way they addressed each other. While Jon's voice had held no emotion, Ted's was filled with confusion. Rolling her eyes, she interrupted before they could continue on with useless protocols.

"Why are you here, Jon? You made your thoughts about me quite clear in our last meeting."

Her tone had turned frosty by the end as she remembered their meeting in leaky cauldron 19 years ago. He had refused to acknowledge her marriage or help them. The only thing she had received from that meeting had been his promise to not inform anyone about them and stay neutral in matters concerned to her. Since then, rarely had the man been in her thoughts.

JONATHAN GREENGRASS

He pushed down the urge to shout back at a woman he had once cared like a sister. Right now he needed her help, their personal feelings could be discussed later. Taking a deep breath he spoke up.

" I need your family's help in a rather delicate matter, Ms. Tonks. Since time is an issue, I would like to not waste it on trivial matters."

She stared at him for a few minutes, making him a little nervous. His marriage bond with Natalie was flexing with worry, making it difficult for him to concentrate. Fortunately, Andromeda addressed him soon after.

"What type of help do you need from my family, Jonathan?"

He suppressed the urge to sigh, knowing his next words were going to make things difficult.

"It's regarding your daughter, Nymphadora Tonks."

His hands were up in a surrendering gesture before her wand had even started rising. He knew Andromeda Tonks knee Black was different from normal pureblood women in many ways. Fortunately or unfortunately, depends on how someone wanted to see it, the things she would do for her daughter was one of them. It was not a big secret in the pureblood men circle about how dangerous the middle black daughter was. Every person who had tried to get control over her daughter had either suffered a horrible accident or had changed their mind. The condition of a ministry worker who had suggested Nymphadora to start working in the Knockturn alley was still fresh in his mind. After all, he had been the one who had seen to the man's proper disposal. He may not be in contact with Andromeda, but he had always kept an eye on her daughter.

"I promise that no harm has or would come to her from my side. The nature of help I require is linked something you and your husband have learned as you raised her."

Andromeda seemed to calm down a little, but her wand was still pointing towards him loosely. He could see the visible layer of magic engulfing it. A minute later the wand vanished back in her sleeve as she stepped back.

"Come inside, Jon. We can discuss more about whatever you want our help with."

As he stepped inside the house, a wave of oppressive magic swept over him. His own family magic responded immediately, but it was not needed. The pricked deadly feeling vanished a second later. He turned to look towards Mr. Tonks as Andromeda had left the room.

"That intent ward was much stronger than I had expected, Mr. Tonks. I commend you for establishing it."

The healer, who was taking a seat on one of the couch, hesitated before giving a small smile.

" Those wards are her design, Lord Greengrass.

She might not be a member of the Black family any longer, but she is a daughter born in it."

Giving a small nod, he internally recategorized the defensive wards from simply strong to deadly. A minute later Andromeda came out with three butterbeer bottles in her hand. One they all were seated, he brought out the letter. But before proceeding any further, he had to set certain safeguards.

"I want an oath from both of you that even if you decide not to help me today, Neither of you will share the information I will give you with anyone, by any possible mean. A blood oath would be preferable, if not, then one on your magic."

Andromeda's hand caught her husband's shoulder before the healer could object. A tense stare off continued between him and his former friend for a few minutes. He hoped she still remembered enough about him to know that he would not make such a demand without a good reason.

"Is it really necessary, Jonathan?" She enquired after a few minutes.

"Yes, Ms. Tonks. It is a very sensitive matter."

He looked at her in the eyes, praying that she would trust him. His prayers were answered soon.

"Okay, Jon. But first, I want an oath for what you promised for my daughter."

Having expected that, he gave the oath. Once he wa done, she gave her oath as he had asked followed by her husband after a nod from her. Once the magic around them settled down, he spoke up.

"Exactly ten months earlier from today, seven people appeared in my manor's basement. Six of them are adults, 3 men, and 3 women, and the last was a 3-year-old child. A child who we are sure is a metamorphmagus."

The couple's eyes immediately snapped up to him as they straightened in their seats. He continued on.

"All of them except one man were unconscious on arrival. Before he joined them in the same state, he gave me this letter."

He looked straight into Andromeda's eye, knowing she would realize what he was not saying.

"This letter was written by one of the women in the group. A woman my elf identified as my daughter, even though Daphne was upstairs with Astoria at that moment. The wards around the manor and her blood confirmed her identity."

Andromeda was silent for a few seconds. When she turned to meet her husband's eyes, he knew both of them had reached the same conclusion.

"The letter"

He levitated the letter towards her and watched as the couple read it together. As they progressed through the pages, while she lost all the emotions, her husband gained one with every passing page. Once they were done with it, her husband passed the letter back while she was staring at her bottle.

"It is not possible."

"I know."

She was silent for another before looking back at him.

"Yet, here they are."

"Yes, Ms. Tonks. Here they are in my home right now."

Her husband was the next one to speak. His voice was shaking a little.

"What do you need from us, Lord Greengrass?"

His eyes moved around the room, stopping on a magical picture of a very young Nymphadora.

"The child that arrived with them, woke up from a magical coma yesterday. I think he is a metamorphmagus. We have not been able to feed him anything as he is continuously morphing and crying. I hope..."

He stopped speaking as Andromeda rose from her seat and moved towards a large bookshelf in the room and then went inside the house. Her husband stared in her direction for a minute before shaking his head muttering a summoning charm. A small dusty bag flew out from inside the house and in his hands. He was sure that the confusion was evident on his face as Ted Tonks explained his actions.

"It's everything we would need for a metamorphagus child, Lord Greengrass. From books to custom caretaking rune tablets. We collected them as Dora grew up. This bag contains nearly every bit of known, and some unknown knowledge from around the world on a Metamorphmagus."

After a brief hesitation, the man continued, answering a question he wanted to ask.

"It is protected by blood runes and charms, Lord Greengrass. No one except a Tonks can access it."

His respect for the Healer rose quite high after hearing that. It was very rare for a muggle-born to develop their family magic in the very first generation. Even if Andromeda had helped, it would have taken a considerable effort and dedication for Ted Tonks to do such a thing.

Before he could say anything, Andromeda came back in the room. She had changed her clothes and was holding a bag in her hand.

"Will we apprate side along?"

He shook his head.

"No, Ms. Tonks. I raised the apparition ward over the manor an hour after they arrived. It will remain active until they all wake up."

She nodded approvingly before pointing towards the fireplace in the hall. Taking a little powder from the container he turned towards them.

"Come a minute after I leave. I would need to adjust the wards."

Throwing the powder in the fireplace, he spoke his address.

"Gidea Hall"

(2 days later i.e. 3rd June 1994)

HARRY POTTER

The first thing he felt about gaining consciousness was a very familiar flow of magic around him. It was magic he had once associated with his home, safety, and trust. His own magic recognized it too because a moment later it surged through him, bonding with it immediately. He could feel it of mixing and adjust inside him. It took him a little effort to recognize them but he finally did. The familiar flow was the family magic of House Greengrass. After his marriage with Daphne, her family magic had judged him and found him worthy of wielding it.

Her family mansion had the densest concentration of it, but after the attack that killed her parents, it had dwindled down to nothing, leaving a gaping hole inside both of them. But slowly and steadily, that hole was filling back up now. As his magic settled down, everything he had done before losing consciousness came rushing back. He remembered Hermione telling them that they may fall in a magical coma for a week or more after arriving in the past, so his best guess was that was what happened.

Slowly his eyes opened. The first thing visible was the familiar ceiling design. A wave of relief spread inside him. If they were inside Gidea hall, then they were safe. A small pop to the side caught his attention. A house-elf had arrived in the room and was moving around a bed to his right. The words came out in a croaky voice from his mouth.

"Water"

The elf's eyes widened as he snapped around. He flinched as the elf's loud cry hit him.

"Master Harry"

Before he could say anything the elf he could assume was millie, popped away. Not even able to curse, he tried calling his wand to him. His magic surged on his demand and the deathstick appeared on his palm. But before he could even think about anything else another shout rang across the room.

"No, Mr. Potter. No magic. Your body won't be able to handle it."

He would have ignored the request if not for the robes the new arrival was wearing. The green robes of St. Mungo's were never given to an unworthy person. With a little effort, he gave a small nod before asking for water again. Whoever the Healer was, he stepped next to his bed before bringing a glass to his mouth. He had expected to be fed some type of potion after seeing the healer but defying his expectation, cold water flowed from the glass. Once the raging warmth inside him settled down, he looked at the people around him. The man in healer robes looked slightly familiar. Seeing his staring, the healer introduced himself.

"My name Robert Davis, Mr. Potter, Tracey's father, but I assume you already knew that."

He couldn't reply anything, as Lord Davis had died in his 7th year at Hogwarts. Turning his head he looked at the woman standing next to him, gasp nearly leaving him. Daphne's mother stood there in all her glory, nothing like she looked as before her death. Giving her a small smile he turned towards the last person in the group but it was interrupted when a small black-haired person landed on his chest. Suppressing the wince, he looked at his attacker. The familiar smile of a very young-looking Teddy sent another wave of relief inside him. His hands moved automatically around the child, holding him close. Teddy had survived the journey, they had made it.

Another familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"He was very excited since morning, Mr. Potter. I assume he knew that you would be waking up soon."

The chocolate brown eyes of Andromeda tonks were sparkling with warmth like never before.

"Andy"

She shook her head to one side.

"We were that familiar in the future, Mr. Potter?

He gave her a small smile.

"Call me Harry. You got an adopted grandson along with your real one when he came into your care. Dora got a lot of thanks from you in the next few years wherever she was enjoying the afterlife."

It took him a moment to understand the reason behind the gasp that came from Andy. He started to sit but was stopped by Mr. Davis.

"No, Mr. Potter. I need to perform some diagnostic charms. Could you please hand Edward to Mrs. Tonks."

He tried to shift Teddy in Andy's hand, but the little boy refused to let go. After a few minutes of effort, Mr. Davis agreed to do it as they were. He kept himself from looking at Andy as the charms were performed. A few minutes later Mr. Davis shook his head before performing the same spells on someone on the next bed. Once he was done, the Healer shook his head before looking at him.

"I can't believe it, but somehow your magical core has already started recharging, Mr. Potter.

Seeing his confused look the healer explained.

"When I first took a look after your arrival, your core was empty and so were the magical pathways that are extended across your body. I was expecting all of your bodies to shut down due to a lack of magic, but they did not. I still don't know how it happened so. You all were in a magical coma as the pathways were filled back slowly. I calculated it would take some more time to fill the pathways before your cores started recharging. But your core is already half full. All other's pathways are also nearly full."

He knew what the reason was behind the abnormality, but kept it to himself. Any further discussion was stopped when the doors of the room opened. Jonathan Greengrass entered the room with a small look of relief and a large amount of apprehension on his face. The patriarch of the Greengrass family walked up to stand at the end of his bed.

"Mr. Potter"

A smile automatically spread on his face.

"Hello, Jonathan."

He ignored the small lurch on his father in law's face and looked towards Andy who had a teary smile on his face. At his look, she shook her head.

Teddy started rambling at the same moment, interrupting the tense atmosphere. After performing a few more checks at him and others Mr. Davis left the room. Once he was gone the expectant stares were given to him. He sighed before speaking.

"Let them wake up. It would be easier to explain everything."

He could see they wanted to argue but fortunately none of them did. Andromeda did bring up an important point.

"The letter said Teddy was a 10-year-old child, Harry. But..."

He looked down towards the 3-year-old child playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"I have no idea, Andy. The person who may have any idea is in a magical coma on one of the beds."

Lady Greengrass spoke up for the first time.

"Our daughter, Mr. Potter?"

"No, Lady Greengrass. It's my adopted sister, Hermione Davis nee Granger."

He thoroughly enjoyed the shock on Lady Greengrass's face before her husband's voice caught his attention. Daphne had told him how much she had ranted about Hermione to her parents.