April 1998
"Darling Teddy, it's your dinnertime!" Tonks coos, gently lifting him from his crib. He stops crying the moment she picks him up, and Tonks feels enormously privileged to be the one who can make him happy.
"Look," she says, sitting down on the couch with him, "Here's your bottle, and there's daddy, see?"
"Dora, I don't think he cares who's around right now, he just wants his milk, don't you Teddy?" The baby gives him a small smile in response, and his hair flashes an electric blue. A few moments later he starts grizzling again and his hair reverts to a mousy brown.
"He's an open book, just like his mother." Remus smiles.
"Nothing wrong with that now, is there?" Gulping down his milk, Teddy just watches her contentedly, and that's all the answer she needs.