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Harry looked into the mirror of his bedroom in Grimmauld Place and sighed, running his hands through his hair. The war was over, he'd won, his friends and people he thought of as family, had won, and although the losses they'd suffered had been great, peace could finally be restored to the world. And yet, his mind and body had the audacity to feel more panicked, more nervous, and the least confident it'd ever been.

It wasn't out of a conflict that would soon arise, no, it wasn't even something he should be uncertain of. Harry had, in all truth, hoped that one day he might have a family by blood rather than by actions… he just hadn't thought it would have happened already, but it had. Tonks, Nymphadora, Nymph, Dora, whatever he wanted to call her or think of her as had given birth to a child born to them in a bout of passion. She'd never shown interest in any person, not Remus who liked her, not Ron who'd tried to flirt with her before, not even Harry all that much.

Well, not until the marriage between Fleur and Bill — William — Weasley. Everybody celebrated that night. There had been drinks and dancing, people making merry and regaling tales of the past to the youths of today. Harry had been a touch morose despite the generally jolly attitude of the crowd, and he hadn't been the only one. Dora had gone outside too, and when she'd spotted him, much to his surprise, she'd gone over to greet him. There had been a glass of something in her hand, and a second in her off-hand, and upon reaching him, she'd given him one; from there, with nought but a drink in each of them, they'd left the wedding after-party and went off by themselves. What resulted was a fiery dance of passion until it came to an end on account of the attack.

There hadn't been time for words or after-thought, not until now, when the war was over and he realised she'd given birth to a child. His child.

By Merlin, Harry still couldn't believe it. Nobody could.

He swallowed again, ensured that all was well, and left his room.

"Kreacher, the house is yours whilst I'm gone, see to it that Winky and Dobby Junior are fine, will you?"

Kreacher nodded, the action respectful even as the aged house elf was hunched over and speaking to himself moments prior. "Kreacher lives to serve, Harry Potter."

Harry smiled, albeit not overly happy in appearance. Kreacher was a remnant from an age passed, and yet, one of Harry's soul connections with Sirius. The only other two were those he would soon be visiting.

"Tonks Estate," and with the flash of the floo, Harry was off… he hoped he wouldn't act a fool.


Harry arrived and, thankfully enough, didn't stumble out of the Floo this time around. Instead, he caught himself and ensured that all of the furniture and the rug included remained exactly as it had been prior to his arrival. From what Dora had told him in the small missive she'd had sent to him, it would be nought but the two of them, and their child, present in the home. Her mother, Andromeda Black — Tonks — had gone off on some form of business, and whilst she wasn't specific, Harry imagined it was done for the privacy of the young… not yet couple.

"Harry," greeted Dora with a lopsided smile and a baby, Teddy, in her right arm. "It's good to see you again — this is Teddy."

He felt captivated. Nymphadora was as beautiful as he remembered with her full figure, lazy smile and the playfulness that seemed ingrained in her. It wasn't as prevalent as was typical, but the wink she gave when he dared to approach her and Teddy assured him she hadn't changed too drastically with motherhood. As for Teddy, the other partial reason for his captivation, he looked exactly like Harry; the boy was pale, with wisps of dark hair and green eyes, albeit his face looked sharper than Harry's ever had.

"He's perfect," Harry said, the words he spoke practically a whisper. Teddy was very sleepy-looking, after all, and he didn't want to give a reason for the boy to rise if he was tired. "Dora… I—"

"Don't get all mushy on me," Dora said with a stubborn shake of her head, and a wider smile that was no longer lopsided as it had initially been. "Save that until I put our little Teddy in bed and bust out a wine bottle. Then you and I can have that heart-to-heart — only a heart-to-heart this time too."

Harry couldn't help the flush that went through him at those words, and the memories they dusted up. He could still see her and feel her, and the ramifications of their actions were wonderful; he should feel horrible, he knew he should, but Teddy was perfect and the love and affection it brought forth from Harry were like nothing the young man had ever felt.

"Is he going to bed soon?"

Dora nodded. "Soon," she said as she brought a hand up to tickle Teddy's stomach, much to the boy's amusement, as tired as he was. When he laughed, she grinned, and Dora looked back at him. "Let's have you get to know the son I made for you."

That comment caused a myriad of emotions, and the brief bout of playtime Harry got to enjoy with Teddy did much the same. It was, however, the evening that brought forth much and more.


"There you are, Teddy, all tucked in by Daddy," Dora cooed, her face a combination of various animals like a duck with dog ears that caused Teddy to laugh tiredly from beneath his blanket. He reached one small, pudgy hand up, and Harry couldn't help himself.

He reached down, and his son's hand was felt in his own larger, calloused one. Father and Son looked at one another in wonder… until Dora gently pried them away from one another with her face still morphed into animals to wow Teddy with.

After that brief connection, Dora urged him from the room and Harry noticed a house elf headed whence they'd come.

"I don't like letting him stay by himself, but I can't sit still that long — I'd wake him up to play if I watched him," Dora grabbed Harry's hand, not noticing or not caring that he flushed at feeling her again, and she led him back down the stairs. "We're going to have that drink and a good talk now, how's that sound?"

"Good."

Dora glanced over at him. "Not one for conversation, huh? I seem to remember you having a lot to say to me, especially when you kept stealing glances and trying to chat me up — Milfs not your type?"

Harry coughed and nearly tripped all the way down the stairs, and Dora, rather than apologise or what have you, made to catch him at the same time she laughed openly and fully. It made him feel a bit better about nearly falling and breaking his neck, and it certainly eased his worries; this was definitely the same Dora as ever.

"I wouldn't say that — I… if I would have known, I would have come for you, for Teddy," Harry said, the words nearly caught in his throat.

"Couldn't have that, could we?" Dora shook her head and once they reached the bottom of the stairs, pushed him towards a comfortable-looking couch whereupon reaching it, she forced him to lay on it. Dora summoned a bottle of firewhiskey — not wine as she'd said — and practically fell atop him, forward as ever. "If you would have come looking for us, you might have been found, and I wasn't risking our Teddy for that anyhow. You're here now, and that's what counts."

He didn't completely agree, but he understood; he reached for the firewhiskey and liberated it from her grasp, taking a long swig and savouring the burn that ran down his throat. With her atop him, a familiar heat from her body and the comfort of a fireplace whilst they lay together, it felt much like the first night of passion they'd shared, only far more comfortable.

"I don't regret any of it," Harry found himself saying.

Dora grinned down at him, her face back to how it looked, back to the face of a woman he genuinely cared for. "That's good. If you said you had, I'd have to clobber you," she joked, but then her face turned serious, or as serious as she could be. "I don't either, though I'll tell you now, I was right panicked when I found out you'd got me pregnant. I went to my mum and she was about ready to 'hunt Harry Potter' down."

He blinked. "Lucky me she's not here, yeah?"

"You won't be getting out of meeting her, saviour or not," Dora said with a wave of her hand as she stole the bottle back from him. "Especially not with you being in Teddy's life now — she might even come back and find me on top of you and think you're trying to steal a second one out of me."

Harry coughed and sputtered, waved his hands around to try and make a case for himself, and finally, choked. Dora from her spot atop him laughed and patted him on the chest, her laughter was just as great as his coughing, and neither could speak for nearly thirty seconds. Harry out of panic, and Dora, amusement.

When each recovered, Dora patted him placatingly on the cheek.

"Sor-ry," Harry coughed out, still vaguely unable to speak; the cocktail of embarrassment and nervousness burned more than any alcohol.

"Please, you're fine, and in more than one way," Dora said with a wink, and when he started to cough again, she patted him on the cheek. "You better not die of asphyxiation, Teddy still needs you for another eighteen years or so, plus one hundred and what have you after he's old."

"I'll be in his life as long as I'm welcome… and yours too, on the same condition," Harry tried, his voice returned and the bit of firewhiskey warming his stomach raising his courage just enough.

"Harry."

"Yes?"

Dora blinked at him, and then one of those hands of hers went lower, near a place only she was familiar with. "I've dropped a couple of hints by now, but since you're thick and innocent as ever — the latter not so much — let me say this," she lowered her face until it was hovering a few inches away from his, and with her eyes boring into his, she spoke slowly, and purposefully, and all the while her face edged closer to his. "You're. Back. For. Good."

As soon as the last word was finished, Tonks closed the last inch of distance with a quickness and passion typical of her. When they kissed, it felt as fiery, wet, and aggressive as it had at Fleur's wedding. Her taste was the same, the heat of her body atop his, the way she squirmed and fisted her hands in his shirt… it was no wonder they'd had a kid.

"Lost in my lips again?"

Harry blinked. He hadn't noticed the kiss had been over, he'd been so lost in memories, in the familiar sensations…

"Yeah."

"You agree then? You're back for good?" Dora's eyes were narrowed playfully, and she was poking incessantly at his cheek whilst she spoke.

"I am," Harry answered with absolute certainty. There wasn't any chance he'd be leaving Dora, Teddy; his family, behind. In fact, if Dora was good with it… he wouldn't mind another few kids. He wanted a large family, after all.

Dora grinned and moved forward again. Her lips mashed against his, her wands went wandering, and as they moved to deepen their kiss, Harry heard something that nearly made him laugh and cry in unison; Teddy was up and crying.

This is my life… it's perfect.