Author's note: Happy 25th chapter! Thank you for all the reads and reviews thus far. It's good to know that I'm not the only one going strong on 10+ years of Deathly Hallows rejection! Seriously though, thank you for all your support. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and this story derives from her original works, storylines, and world. Please do not sue me, I can barely pay tuition.

Dedication: Elizabeth!

Warnings: NA

Definitely Old

Frankly, it shocked Remus that they were trusted alone with the baby. Obviously he and Dora were reliable insofar as they had, after all, raised a baby successfully—but their granddaughter was so very small.

Remus always forgot how small babies were. The fact that this particular baby had sent all of them into a panic by coming into the world prematurely accentuated this, of course. But there she was, wrapped in her little lilac blanket and sleeping in Dora's arm while Teddy helped Victoire walk over to the vending machine to stretch her legs and get a snack.

"She's so beautiful," Remus said for what must be the hundredth time. He couldn't help it; the little girl had a tiny button nose, long eyelashes that fluttered as she slept, and thin little lips that seemed to smile and push up her rosy cheeks.

"So beautiful," Dora agreed. Remus reached down to fiddle with the blanket, to make sure that the infant was nice and cozy—something else he was doing for the hundredth time.

"Should we tell Teddy about the timing?" Dora asked.

"That she was born on our first wedding anniversary?" Remus asked. The day that they had first eloped, anyways. "He might think that's funny but… hmm, I don't know."

"This should be her day," Dora said.

"Agreed," Remus said. "Also, I think it's my turn to hold her."

"You think it's your turn?"

"I do."

"Hmm. I think it'll take far more than that to convince me to let go of this beautiful little girl," Dora said.

"I see that that's the kind of grandmother you'll be then," Remus said.

Dora's eyes filled with panic.

"Oh, Merlin," she said. "I'm a grandmother now…"

"You absolutely are," Remus said.

"Remus… Remus, that means we're old."

"No, no. I've always been old. As Sirius so lovingly puts it, I turned 12 and I was an old man drinking tea and wearing cardigans," Remus said. "Now you're old too."

"Bloody hell," she breathed. Remus bit back a comment about old folks having enough manners not to swear in front of a baby. He just kissed the top of her head.

"Welcome to the club, Grandma."

Watching Dora age had been interesting, to say the least. Remus enjoyed seeing what, on any given day, she used her Metamorphmagus abilities to tamper with—whether it was the grey streaking her hair or the wrinkles on her face. She had always been rather laissez-faire with the way she shifted her body, leaving her features mostly true to their original state as could be and having fun with colours and shapes as she pleased. For the first time, there were days where the two of them seemed evenly matched.

Watching Dora age had been a privilege, more precisely. One that he couldn't have expected, one that had been so deeply endangered, and one which had led to this beautiful little girl in her arms. Remus accepted that he would have to bid his turn before holding the baby again, but reassured himself that there would be time. He would make time. He would find time to stay healthy and well enough to be a grandfather.

He moved from his spot on the couch's arm to sit next to Dora, putting an arm around her.

Teddy and Victoire came back then—the latter holding on to the former's arm and walking slowly but steadily. Her blonde hair was gathered in a braid that was falling apart and her bright blue eyes immediately refocused onto her daughter.

"She's still sleeping?" Victoire asked, as Teddy helped her back to bed.

"Like a log," Dora said.

"Any crazy colour-changing hair or shapeshifting noses we should know about?" Teddy asked.

"None either," Remus said.

"I might not be the only non-Metamorphmagus in the house after all," Victoire said cheerfully, shooting Teddy a teasing smile.

"Nah, I've got a feeling," Teddy said, pulling the blankets up above her legs again, tucking her in.

The two of them had always been close friends, since they were little. They had drifted apart at Hogwarts somewhat, surrounded by swarths of other children and friends, but had reconnected when Victoire had enrolled in Healer training as well. That hadn't stopped a general sense of shock and surprise when the two of them had sheepishly announced that they would be having a baby, but in the months that had passed since that initial shock and surprise… well, Remus had faith in them. He liked seeing Teddy with someone who took care of him just as much as he took care of her, and he liked the ways the two of them seemed to light each other up.

Victoire's watch chimed and she looked down.

"New hour," she announced. "Time to try out a new name, to see if this one sticks."

"Right," Teddy said. He reached for a list on the side table.

"So Céline isn't it, then?" Dora asked.

"No," Victoire said.

"That's probably for the best. It would make your mum think of Celina Warbeck, and the more we can avoid that, the better," Teddy said.

"Hadn't even thought of that," Victoire winced. "Good catch."

"Alright," Remus asked. "Well, what name are we trying now?"

"Marguerite," Teddy said, consulting their list.

Dora gasped a little.

"Marguerite," she repeated. "Oh, that's beautiful… But it's such a big name for a little girl… it could be Maggie for short, or Margo."

Suddenly she looked sheepish and bit back her lip.

"Sorry," she said. "Sorry, I'm not meddling or influencing—I promise!"

"Well maybe not on purpose, Mum, but when you say it like that…" Teddy drifted off and turned to look to Victoire who was smiling.

"Margo for short," Victoire repeated. She looked at Teddy and smiled. "Merlin, I'm a mess, I'm going to cry again, but… Little Margo Weasley Lupin… I mean, that's… that's really good."

"It is," Teddy said. He took one of her hands and ran his thumbs in circles against her palm before bringing it to his lips. "Is that our little girl?"

Victoire nodded and Teddy nodded back. Victoire turned back to Dora.

"Can I have her back?" she asked.

"Of course," Dora said, cradling the baby against her as she stood to give her back. It was such a sweet moment, Remus only felt a little bit jipped that he hadn't gotten a chance to hold her longer.

Dora came to crash down on the couch next to him and leaned into him.

"That's so sweet, I'm getting cavities," Dora said quietly, looking back towards Teddy and Victoire who were cuddling baby Margo.

"You'll have to get dentures, Grandma."

"Shut up," Dora said, though she did lean her head against him.