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Life was hectic after the last day of the war. Bodies to name and care for, and one body nobody wanted to touch, but couldn't be left to rot in Hogwarts forever. Eventually, it was Harry that took the prerogative to levitate Voldemorts corpse out through the Hall and into the grounds were no-one would see him. Though he had half a mind to parade him out, just to show people that he really was dead, and he was just a man. It was Remus who suggested that it might make Harry look like he was bragging, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

They orchestrated a search party, divided into teams to search the Castle and take note of areas that needed repairs urgently. Once the teams had reached the furthest corners of the castle away from the Great Hall, they removed Voldemort and set him down at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where they planned to burn him.

"I wonder what Hogwarts will do now?"

Remus glanced at Harry, as they made their way back up to the school. The light of day making the damage done to the external stone shell of the castle look severe, but also impressive.

"What do you mean, Harry?" Remus asked, looking back up the steep path and the large stone bricks littered about. Stone that was once part of one the best homes he had ever had.

"Well, Snape was Headmaster after Dumbledore, but he wasn't really supposed to be was he? I suppose Professor McGonagall will be Headmistress now. I think she'd be a good Headmistress for this school, but then who would teach Transfiguration? We need Muggle Studies back, ignorance breeds the type of fear we cannot afford to have return. Not again," Harry glanced back at the forest quickly, before turning back and looking up at Remus, "We'll also need another Defence teacher, of course."

"Nice try, Harry," Remus snorted, he heard Harry grumble in response.

"I'm not above begging the point ya' know."

"Please don't."

"Why, will it work?" Harry asked, eagerly.

"Don't push it," Remus murmured smiling, guiding Harry back into the courtyard with a hand on his shoulder blades, "besides, I now have other reasons to not return here. Two reasons in particular."

Harry gazed up to his face only to see that Remus was not looking at Harry, but across the entrance hall, to a violet haired witch conversing with Kingsley on the other side. A cluster of students were staring at both her and Kingsley in muted awe. Then Harry remembered the son he had yet to see, the child that had brought so much joy to the man beside him. His godson.

"Oh. That's fair enough."

"Thank you," Remus chuckled.

One Month Later...

"Who's a gorgeous boy? Are you? Is it you?"

"I hope with that tone you're not actually talking to me."

Tonks looked up from where she was playing with Teddy's toes and gave her husband a withering look.

"You're gorgeous too," she soothed, "I didn't realise it needed repeating."

Remus grunted from where he was resting on the floor by his kneeling wife, reading a haphazard itinerary list Kingsley had given him. He had his back leaning against the edge of the sitting chair Teddy was currently residing in; all four of the boys tiny limbs were wriggling in the air as Tonks tickled his sides. Remus smiled at the scene, and began to think about what would come next, what they would all do now. Both Tonks and he had offered to help rebuild the Castle, but were told to rest and spend time with their son, that they had given too much to the War as it was.

A month later and the pair of them were starting to get a little bored; going from doing so much and then nothing was more than a little jarring. Teddy enjoyed the joint attention of both parents and grandmother though, and he certainly kept everyone moving. Harry had promised to visit his godson once he was done with some Ministry jargon that needed sorting. Remus did not envy the boy and Tonks had shuddered at the news. Thinking about, sitting back and enjoying each others company as much as they pleased, whilst avoiding the bustling post-war Wizarding community was rather nice. Very nice actually.

News of the total list of deaths had not left the castle walls before Remus, Tonks, and Fred had been resurrected, or rather pulled back into the living. Which the three involved were eternally thankful for. Therefore, only those within Hogwarts at the time of the event were aware of what had happened, and all were keen to keep it to themselves. People fear what they do not understand after all. But Remus had been surprised that people did not fear them specifically, instead people seemed concerned that it may not be permanent, that they were now fragile. Tonks had nearly exploded with frustration when she tripped into a pile of rubble, only to have everyone in the nearby vicinity rush to her and fuss. She barely had a bruise on her, and yet people behaved as if she had just come down with consumption.

Tonks had never liked people fussing over her, she said once that it just brought more attention to how clumsy she was, or that she was inept at taking care of herself. Remus seemed to be the only one that could get away with it, though he had a feeling this was because she knew he might combust of internal fretting if he could not check her over. He was grateful for that, and as such he could never seem to say no to her, not that she ever asked for something he wasn't willing to give, or at least try to give. As if sensing his train of thought, Tonks addressed him.

"You know, Harry talked to me before we left the Castle," she said, picking Teddy up from the chair as he was beginning to doze off.

"You too?" Remus looked up from the list to look at his wife, who was rising to her feet slowly.

"Hmm, had a lot of opinions, or rather suggestions, as to the new staffing arrangements for the school."

"Here it comes," Remus muttered.

Tonks sighed as she placed Teddy into his playpen, a playpen that had once been hers according to her mother. Not that she stayed in it much apparently.

"He really does look up to you, you know, Remus," she turned, walking to him slowly, "maybe at least give it a thought?"

Remus sighed, reaching his arms up to gather her hands in his, "I gave him my reasons at the end of his Third Year, and-" he held up his hand to stop Tonks interrupting, "I have other reasons now."

He gave her a significant look, before turning to look at his sleeping son in the playpen. Tonks placed a foot on either side of his thighs, before lowering herself down into his lap.

"All very noble reasons Remus, but it's time you actually started doing things that made you happy,"

He held her hands tighter as he placed them at her hips.

"I am happy," he said, honestly. She smiled.

"And you've no idea how much joy it brings to me to hear you say that," she breathed, "but, I know you liked teaching, and I don't want some misplaced notion, about you having to sacrifice that to stay by our side, stop you. Teddy and I, we know we have you, I can take care of Teddy all the same with you at Hogwarts. It's not like we'd never see you, or you, us. So, please, consider it. Who better to teach them but you, haven't you proved that?"

She leaned forward and kissed him. He sighed into her mouth, and tightened the hold he had on her hips. They broke apart by bare inches, as he rested his forehead against hers.

"I'll consider it, I really will."

"That's all I ask," she said, before diving for his mouth again, causing him to inhale sharply as she rolled her hips into his. Hands found their way into each others hair, and lips slid across each other.

There was a sound of a door opening and then a quick surprised noise. They broke apart quickly and looked towards the doorway but the door had already been pulled to again.

"I have really got to start knocking in this house," they heard Andromeda mutter to herself as she quickly walked away from the living room.

Remus let his head fall onto Tonks shoulder as she quivered with barely contained laughter.

"I'm too old for this," he grumbled, and Tonks burst out laughing.