A/N I'm skipping to Tonks's birth because, as of right now, I've got nothing to write about. There really wasn't a plot while Andromeda was pregnant. Last chapter was Bellatrix's thoughts, this one is Andromeda's with a little action towards the end. I'll be honest with you guys, I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter. Especially little Nymphadora. I'm not good at writing babies. I apologize! So, here ya go!

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She still wasn't sure of the father. Sure, Dora was a metamorphmagus, a skill passed down through only the purest of blood, but she had no way to be sure. Ted would be suspicious if she would ask for a sample of his blood, and Rabastan would most likely have a coronary, thinking she birthed a half-blood child. Of course, when she had first saw her baby, she had Rabastan's brown eyes. A hopeful sign, to say the least, but Dora had changed them in a matter of seconds, making her rare skill know. Another hopeful sign.

As far as her knowledge went back, she was sure that there was never such a thing as a half-blood with the metamorphmagus skill. It was almost impossible for even Purebloods to possess the trait now-a-days. Which was the reason the Daily Prophet had come to them, asking for details. Due to a little research, they had found that Dora had been the first metamorphmagus in a century.

Of course, the Daily Prophet had always tried to capture her every move with a camera. No matter if she was considered a blood-traitor, her maiden name would always be Black; a family that went back so far in the wizarding world, they were considered royalty. Almost like that Muggle monarchy England has, the entire family was followed everywhere they went. Every person in the wizarding world was absolutely infatuated with them, they had to know their every move. The family was constantly in magazines, newspapers, even the town crier spread news of them. Which was no surprise when the Daily Prophet photographers stood outside of St. Mungo's, waiting for their first glimpse at little Nymphadora.

Obviously, Ted wasn't use to such a thing, but she was. Andromeda, and her sisters too, were shown to the public the first time the very same way. The proud parents would stand on the steps in front of the hospital building, and the photographers would blind them from the flashes of their cameras as they shot out question after another. Of course, they couldn't answer every question, but they would try.

When Andromeda had left the family, the press had had a field day. There were rumors of every sort, from Ted slipping her a dose of Amortentia, to a bloody duel between herself and her family, which out of spite, she married a Muggleborn. Personally to her, this made no sense. Even though a duel was bound to happen someday with Bellatrix. If she knew her sister well enough, and she did, she would confront her soon enough. Not that Andromeda looked forward to that day.

Andromeda did, however, look forward to the day she would come out as a Death Eater. She couldn't wait for a reunion with both of her sisters. She could finally be with Rabastan again, and Tonks would get what he deserved. Though she tolerated the man, she hated this life. Nothing made sense to poor Andromeda, and this lot of people never understood her.

They were too affectionate and touchy-feely. Andromeda was used to a cold atmosphere, and the most affection one would receive in her family was your mother fastening your corset. She didn't exactly know how to feel about living around so many Muggles, for she had only just met her first one when she was ten years old. All of them were completely oblivious to anything magical. Andromeda had once lit a Lumos charm in front of Ted's grandmother, and she had told her to put out her cigarette lighter because she would have a coughing fit from the smoke. Well, she did smoke, not always legal substances though. You're only young once, and Andromeda and Rabastan both lived their lives based on that fact. At least Ted'd grandmother was somewhat close.

Her parents had owled her a congratulations letter. They had both begged to meet their first grandchild, and Andromeda had reluctantly obliged. Both of her parents said that they had already bought enough gifts for a lifetime, for they desperately wanted to spoil their grandchild. It was a grandparent's job to spoil their grandchildren.

Andromeda's own grandmother, Irma Black, was in St. Mungo's in critical condition. Now that she looked back on it, she understood why grandparents gave so many of their own possessions to their grandchildren. Unfortunately, grandparents don't live forever, and they know it. Any time they can, they'll pass down something to you so you'll have something to remember them by. A grandparent's biggest fear, besides death, would have to be being forgotten. They want their grandchildren to remember anything they ever did or gave to them. Andromeda regretted never really spending much time with her grandmother. She knew for a fact though, when she would pass, which wouldn't be long, she would be devastated. Though they weren't close, losing a grandparent can truly shatter one's life. She was most definitely not looking forward to that.

That's what they were about to do now. Andromeda had actually told Ted that her parents wanted to meet Dora. He couldn't believe what she had said and, at first, refused for her to go, not trusting her parents. After much begging and sexual promises, he gave in.

Andromeda was dressing a one month old Nymphadora in a very bright onesie that snapped between her chubby legs. Dora was being a bit fussy and took a few swings at her mother, though her little arms never actually made contact with Andromeda.

"Ready to meet your grandparents? The ones that are worth meeting?" She whispered to her daughter, who, at the moment, had a few of her pink wisps fisted in her small hand. Andromeda chuckled and pried her daughter's hand away from her head. "Don't do that," She playfully scolded. "You'll be bald by the time you're twenty."

She picked up her daughter gently, supporting her neck. "Ted!" She called from upstairs. "She's too small to apparate, and I don't want to take her through the Floo system." She spoke as she met him on the stairs.

"Well," He chuckled. "Don't go then."

"Stop. Now, what should I do?" She tickled her daughter's chin and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Take the car."

Andromeda looked up, wide eyed. "Ted, I can't drive that! Are you mad?"

"I can take you. I refuse to make an appearance though. I'd like to live to see tomorrow, thank you very much."

She rolled her eyes and moved passed him. Andromeda grabbed the stroller and Dora's bag of toys. "Is that car seat thingy in there?"

He nodded and grabbed a coat from the wall. Ted held open the door and nodded towards the outside, signaling her to go out before him. She placed Dora in the stroller and pushed her to the car.

"Mother? Father?" Andromeda shouted throughout her old manor. She hadn't stepped foot inside it since after that one Order meeting. Holding Nymphadora close to her bosom, she kissed the top of her head lightly.

"Don't shout! It's unladylike!" Druella shouted right back, something she was known to do since Andromeda's childhood. A few moments later, Druella comes into the foyer to see Andromeda holding a small figure in a blanket. Her eyes softened immediately, and stepped forward. She glanced down at Dora, and she smiled tearfully.

"Hold her," Andromeda offered as she held her daughter out for her mother to take. Druella took the child gracefully, having much more practice than Andromeda did.

Dora stretched out her little arms and gripped tightly to her grandmother's jacket. She made a noise in the back of her throat and smiled.

Druella sniffed and wiped a tear away.

"Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?" Cygnus Black pouted as he walked into the foyer. He smiled as he saw his wife holding their grandchild. He transfigured three chairs in the middle of the foyer, too occupied by the baby to move the family into a more appropriate room. "Hello there." Cygnus spoke, pressing his pinky finger into her stomach gently. Dora smiled slightly and began to make gurgling noises.

"Ah, yes. She loves to be held by men. I don't know why, and I don't question it. But I admit, it does worry me. Mostly because she loves to suck on her binky. Something that can get her into a lot of trouble when she gets older." Andromeda smirked.

"Druella? Can I hold her?" Cygnus asked quietly, never taking his eyes off of his granddaughter. She nodded and placed her gently in his arms.

Almost immediately, Dora clutched onto his shirt and snuggled up into his chest. Andromeda chuckled.

"See?"

He gave her a kiss on her temple and cooed playfully with her. Dora made a funny noise and cuddled deeper into his chest.

A/N This was hard, but fun to write. Especially the grandparents bit. REVIEW!