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19 May 2008 @ 11:06 pm
Fic: A Matter of Opportunity  
Title: A Matter of Opportunity
Author: shimotsuki
Rating & Warnings: PG; AU ("Warp and Weft" ficverse)
Prompt: chance
Word Count: 2390 words
Summary: Remus is worried about Teddy, but Tonks is worried about Remus, and circumstances lead her to try something she's never done before. She can only hope they are ready for it.
Author's Notes: I really am working on a HBP story that uses both my prompts, honestly, but this story idea jumped to the front of the queue... Acknowledgments to fernwithy for the proposal that childbearing might be impossible for a female werewolf.

A Matter of Opportunity

Healing is a matter of time,
but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

—Hippocrates, Precepts (W.H.S. Jones, trans.)

Remus would not let go of Teddy that day.

Tonks tried to get him to sit still with the baby, at least, but every time she tried, restless energy pushed him to his feet and kept him roaming the house, upstairs and down. Even when Teddy napped, Remus refused to leave him in his cot. He held their son, and he paced.

He wasn't even supposed to be lifting things yet—it was barely more than a week since the battle, and Madam Pomfrey said the stomach wound from the Sectumsempra was nearly, but not completely, healed. Tonks watched his face grow paler and greyer as the day wore on. Still, except when Teddy needed to eat, Remus would not give him up.

Late in the afternoon, Tonks sat in a corner of the sofa, feeding Teddy. Remus was still pacing, looking lost without anything to hold, but his steps were slower, and he was beginning to stumble occasionally.

"You should get some rest." Tonks lifted Teddy to her shoulder so she could pat his back. "Come and lie here with me."

Remus closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples, but he didn't argue. He sat down wearily and then stretched out on the sofa, lying with his head in Tonks's lap, as he'd done for the last hour before the transformation every month since they were married.

"Oh, Teddy's gone off to sleep again." Tonks kissed her son on his warm fuzzy little head.

"Let me have him." Remus started to sit up. "Please, Dora."

Tonks put a firm hand on his shoulder. "All right, but you stay there." He lay back down, and she set the sleeping baby on his chest. Remus sighed once, shakily, his hand rubbing gentle circles on the tiny back.

"He's going to be fine," said Tonks, for at least the thousandth time that day. She let her fingers wander through her husband's hair and drift along his cheek.

"I hope so." But Remus's voice was flat, defeated. "I've put a weak Immobilisation Charm on his cot; I think he'd be small enough as a wolf for that to be enough, this month."

Tonks shook her head, sympathy for his bone-deep fear warring with exasperation over its baselessness. Remus was fixated on the fact that there were no documented cases of werewolves fathering children—female werewolves could not carry a child to term at all, and male werewolves historically had few opportunities to take up with non-werewolves. But even in the absence of records of healthy children, all the experts agreed: The magical characteristics of the lycanthropic curse ensured that it simply could not be inherited. And it was months since Remus had brought up his fears that their child might be infected. Tonks had no idea he was still worrying about it until that morning, when his terror at the approach of Teddy's first full moon had become too strong to suppress.

"No one has bitten him, Remus. He's going to be fine."

Remus said nothing, but he cradled Teddy in both hands.

"I'm—" Tonks fingered his fringe. "I'm much more worried about you, actually." She hadn't meant to say anything, but now her secret fear had become too urgent to hide. "If that wound opens up when you transform, you'll be alone and bleeding from the stomach for twelve hours."

"I'd happily bleed," said Remus bitterly, "if only I didn't have to wait twelve hours to know what happens to Teddy."

Tonks blinked. There was an answer, of course. To all of this. It should have been obvious—except that it wasn't something she was certain they were ready to face.

But the stakes were too high tonight not to take the chance.

"Let me come and see you," she said slowly. "After moonrise."

Remus stiffened—if not for Teddy asleep on his chest, Tonks thought he might have sat straight up. "No, Dora. Absolutely not."

"Think about it," she said, stroking his hair softly. "You're on the potion, and it's worked perfectly every month. I'll be able to let you know at once that Teddy's all right. And—" She drew a deep breath. "If I find you are bleeding, Aurors are trained in basic healing spells."

Remus shook his head. "It's true that the twins' potion has been effective all year, but this month was the first time George brewed it by himself. We can't predict what will happen."

Tonks bit her lip. The surviving twin had appeared at their door with a cauldronful of Wolfsbane, his defiant manner warding off both protests and expressions of sympathy. "I trust George. But—okay—even if the potion doesn't work, and the wolf takes over your mind, it would be afraid of fire. So I'll still be perfectly safe putting my head in the Floo to check that the potion has worked."

Remus was silent for so long that Tonks thought he might have drifted off to sleep. When he opened his eyes at last, they were full of worry and uncertainty. "Only your head in the Floo. If the wolf walks away from you, it's safe to come through. If it doesn't walk away, no matter what it is doing, you must pull your head out of there as fast as you can and wait for moonset. Promise me."

"Unless you're bleeding too much to be able to walk away," Tonks retorted. She traced his lips with her thumb when he tried to protest. "I'll call for reinforcements in that case—Charlie would know how to help me, and I'm sure I can scare someone else up too, but I won't let you bleed your guts out just because you're too weak to signal that the potion has worked."

"All right," Remus conceded. Tonks could feel how tense he was. "I shouldn't let you try this at all, but I need to know about Teddy..." He tilted his head up to look right at her, and there it was: the shame she'd been afraid she would awaken in his eyes. "Only—please—give me a quarter of an hour after moonrise before you Floo."

She nodded. Fifteen minutes of blood loss was better than twelve hours, at any rate.

. * . * .

The moon rose, and of course nothing happened to Teddy whatsoever. He slept on, oblivious to fear or shame, full moons or werewolves. Tonks broke the Immobilisation Charm on his cot and laid him in it, gave Mum the same arguments she'd given Remus, and picked up a handful of Floo powder.

And then she stood, staring into the fire, unable to toss the powder into the flames.

She sighed and rested her head on the mantel. She had resolved long ago that if she ever saw the wolf, it would be at Remus's invitation. This was not at all how she had planned for things to go.

No choice, she reminded herself sternly, and hurled the Floo powder into the fireplace before she could lose her nerve again. At least she'd been able to respect his wishes and let him transform in private.

Tonks knelt down, sticking her head through the flames and into Remus's old basement flat.

She'd known more or less what to expect, but she still felt a rush of adrenaline when she saw the grey wolf curled up on the bed. He was huge, and his jaws were enormous; she could only imagine what his teeth were like—

Wait. On the bed?

An incongruous chuckle came welling up. For all Remus's protests, he must have been pretty sure George's potion would work if he hadn't shut the wall bed up to protect it from damage.

The wolf was lying with his head on his paws, but as soon as he saw her, he hopped down from the bed and trotted to the corner furthest from the fireplace, where he lay down again and placed a paw on top of his muzzle. He regarded her anxiously with large yellow eyes that were utterly unfamiliar and yet somehow still very Remus.

Tonks let herself laugh, feeling some of her tension dissipate. "That was pretty clear communication. I'm coming through." She pulled her head out, called a quick goodbye to Mum, and tossed more Floo powder into the flames.

She stumbled out of the fireplace and smiled hesitantly at the wolf in the corner of the room. "Wotcher, Remus."

He thumped his tail against the floor—reminding her with a sudden pang of Sirius, being Padfoot.

She went straight to the bed, unable to suppress a wry grin when she saw the tatty old blanket he'd spread over the faded but clean duvet to catch the wolf hairs. Always the efficient housekeeper, her Remus.

She carefully inspected the blanket for signs of blood. There were none.

Tonks took a few steps closer to Remus, who hadn't moved. "Is your stomach bleeding at all? Are you in pain?" She flushed. "I mean, more than usual?"

He shook his head firmly, and she almost melted with relief. She'd been so afraid that she would lose him to Dolohov's Sectumsempra after all.

Then Remus looked up at her and uttered a soft whine.

"Oh, honestly. Can't you tell just from the fact that I'm not panicking?" She sat down on the cold stone floor beside him. "Teddy is fine. He is completely, perfectly unchanged. He didn't even wake up when the moon rose." She smiled at him, shaking her head. "It probably isn't sporting of me to say 'I told you so' when you can't talk back, but our son is not a werewolf."

The golden eyes closed, and the powerful body shuddered.

Tonks reached a hand out but stopped herself. "Is it all right if I touch you?"

His eyes snapped open, looking wary, and he put a paw over his muzzle again.

She laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, Remus. Mind the teeth. I know that."

The wolf watched her for a moment, but finally he nodded.

Tonks held her breath and placed her hand gently on top of the broad grey head. His fur was thick and coarse. She fluffed it a little with her thumb, thinking of how she'd been fiddling with his hair not an hour ago, and then rubbed her hand firmly from his head halfway down his back.

Remus sighed, and his eyes closed once more. She felt him relax under her hand, and she relaxed too, leaning back against the wall and stroking the warm thick fur.

After several peaceful minutes, though, she stretched her shoulders and stilled her hand, resting it on his back. "I should go home and check on Teddy. I don't know how much longer before he'll want to eat again."

Remus looked over at her and nodded.

"I'll have hot porridge waiting for you in the morning." Tonks climbed to her feet, and the wolf stood too. "You'll hop up on the bed again, won't you? It's warmer, not to mention softer."

Now it was Remus's turn to roll his eyes.

Tonks chuckled. "Right—you're the expert here. Sorry."

He walked with her across the room to the grate. She picked up a handful of Floo powder, but then she knelt down beside him and dropped an emphatic kiss on the top of his head.

He stared at her.

"Don't look so surprised." She smoothed the fur between his ears with a gentle finger. "Werewolves, in general, are dangerous and scare the crap out of me. But this werewolf, on good Wolfsbane, is you. And it was a million times, wasn't it? That I told you I don't care?"

He rolled his eyes again, and she couldn't stop laughing even as she spilled out of the Floo into Mum's kitchen.

. * . * .

Teddy's fussing woke Tonks just after moonset, so she gathered him up and carried him down to the kitchen to feed him there, checking the Warming Charm on the bowl of porridge.

"Have a nice smile for Daddy when he comes home," she whispered as she cuddled Teddy close. "He might need cheering up, since Mummy's been poking her nose into his business."

She still wasn't sorry she'd gone to check on Remus last night—he might have been badly hurt. He'd reacted well enough to her presence, even. But now he'd had all night to worry about it. Tonks sighed. She would simply have to face the aftermath of her imposition.

Just as she finished feeding Teddy, Remus emerged from the Floo. He steadied himself on the mantel, one arm pressed to his stomach.

Tonks felt her hands go cold. "Are you all right? Did the wound open up?"

"No, no." He sank stiffly into his seat at the table, next to her. "It's sore, but that's all."

Teddy hiccoughed, and Remus reached over to rub his back. "How's my little lad?" he asked softly. "My healthy little lad." A smile of love and wonder brightened his face.

Tonks Summoned a pitcher of cream, stirring some into the bowl of hot porridge.

Now that she wasn't looking at him, Remus spoke, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "Dora... I'd been rather hoping you would never have to see me like that."

Tonks steeled herself and raised her head. In his eyes she saw—

—the merest trace of mild embarrassment and a little twinkle of humour.

She blinked. Where was the bitter shame? The weighty self-recrimination?

"But then," Remus continued, "you kissed me." The twinkle grew more pronounced. "When I was fuzzy."

Tonks fought to keep a straight face when what she really wanted to do was whoop with joy. "Not on the mouth," she said primly. "Because I was minding the teeth. I know about these things, being a highly trained Auror and all." She reached over with her free hand and gently massaged the cords of his neck the way she knew he liked after a transformation. "So I think you owe me a kiss."

He leaned back into her hand. "Let me have some of that porridge, and then I'll see what I can do."

Tonks, bouncing her son on her knee, watched a wan but cheerful Remus make short work of his breakfast. She hadn't heard him joke about his transformations like that since—well, since Sirius.

Apparently, it was more than just the stomach wound that was healing.

. * fin * .
Maddabandersnatch42 on May 20th, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
Let me try to say this as eloquently as possible. Hemhem:


In other, more coherent words, that was pretty great. I liked the way you handled different types of anxiety about (more or less) the same issue in both Lupin and Tonks.
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 09:40 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I'm happy to hear you thought this worked.
sspring92: quillsspring92 on May 20th, 2008 04:11 am (UTC)
Ooh...I loved it! Denial fic, my favorite! I think you captured Remus' anxiety and tension beautifully through his pacing and iron grip on Teddy! Hopefully he'll e able to get a little more rest from now on!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 09:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the kind words! I'm glad Remus's mood came through... but I think you're right that he'll feel better after this. ;)

[Edited because I forgot to use my matching icon!]
fthpfthpfthp: kissfthpfthpfthp on May 20th, 2008 05:56 am (UTC)
Normally, the very idea of a Tonks-visits-werewolf!Remus fic sends me running for something else to read, but because it's you, I gave this one a shot... and loved it!

From the care, caution, and palpable fear that your Tonks exhibits - almost changing her mind then resolving to see the plan through - to the emotional repercussions within their relationship that are risked in the act, this fic doesn't gloss over the severity of the dangers.

I love to see Remus healing from his past and loving Teddy and Dora and being uptight about the housekeeping. *sigh* You delivered here, too.

Thanks a bunch for this rockin' denial!fic!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 09:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow, thank you -- it means a lot to hear that you liked this even though visiting-the-wolf is a scenario you tend to avoid! It was tricky to write that scene realistically (while also trying not to veer too close to other wolf-visit fics out there); on the one hand, if we interpret PoA Remus's "it lets me keep my mind" literally, he's not actually dangerous when on Wolfsbane, but that's if the potion works, so there must be at least a little uncertainty every month (poor thing). And I'm happy you mentioned the emotional repercussions, because I'm sure that was a huge part of this for them too.
xtineebee: ToothandClawxtineebee on May 20th, 2008 05:57 am (UTC)
Aw, great story! I always enjoy Tonks in 'I've got it covered!' mode, and this was very sweet. And I loved the "but you kissed me when I was fuzzy!" line.
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 09:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Tonks does make a good Auror, doesn't she (hmm, imagine that). ;) I'm glad you liked Remus's joke as well; he's come a long way since HBP and the DH meltdown!
pinkhairedauror on May 20th, 2008 07:40 am (UTC)

This was absolutely beautiful! It's a little difficult to persuade Remus that she really really loves him, werewolf and all, and she'll not panic or anything... And you've done a wonderful job of showing how it can work. All the steps are reasonable and make sense, and just... AWWWWW!

Thank you for writing and sharing this, I loved it!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 09:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm very happy that you liked this, and also glad you thought their planning was reasonable -- Tonks is a very capable Auror, but this is a potentially tricky situation.

I was thinking that Remus would be generally secure about Tonks at this point, but he wouldn't be able to help worrying about her first real confrontation with the "monster"...
Emma: Gryffindor Boysemmacmf on May 20th, 2008 11:17 am (UTC)
SNIFF and AAAAAAW in equal measures!

You know, I'd never even thought about how stressful Teddy's first full moon would have been.

This was just lovely.

Em (a.k.a. Fics by Fumph - too lazy to sign in!)
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 10:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the kind words!

One of the (many) things that broke my heart about DH-canon R/T is that Remus probably died before ever confirming that Teddy wasn't a werewolf. Full moons in 1998 (if we assume JKR was paying attention, of course, which isn't guaranteed) were about April 11 (probably too early) and May 11 (too late *sniff*).
train_lindz on May 20th, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was sweet. Lovely follow up :)

You made me giggle:
"Yes, Remus. Mind the teeth. I know that."

"But then," Remus continued, "you kissed me." The twinkle grew more pronounced. "When I was fuzzy."

shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 10:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad about the giggle, because I didn't want this to be too angsty.
gilpin25: Remusismyfictionalboyfriendgilpin25 on May 20th, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
This was simply lovely and in your always very thoughtful, intelligent way, where the actual risk factor involved isn't downplayed at all, or ignored, to make the emotional story have even more meaning.

I loved the parallels throughout; Remus lying with his head in her lap (one of my favourite lines was the idea of him doing this in the hour before every transformation) and having his hair played with, then later on she sits and strokes the wolf's fur in a similar way. And the start with her kissing Teddy's fuzzy little head, just as she kisses another one later on. I also adored the interaction and understanding between the wolf and her - it's so cute about the blanket for the hairs because I can tell you that cat hairs absolutely drive you nuts! - and the repeated line about minding the teeth and Remus literally muzzling himself with his paw.

The end is wholly satisfying; with Remus being able to joke about his condition again and them both being able to rejoice that Teddy is fine. And I really like the idea of George continuing the Wolfsbane brewing.

Wonderfully enjoyable. This made my lunch go down so well!:D
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 10:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the kind words! I'm glad you found this emotional and satisfying at the end (especially since endings always scare me -- this fic needed an extra evening's work just for the last section). One of my excuses for diving into Denial Land is that I'm trying not to write as though, simply by not dying at the battle, all their problems would be solved; even after they had time to build a close strong marriage in DH (which I firmly believe they did), their complicated personalities and pasts would mean there would still be things to resolve.

I'm chuffed that you picked up on the parallels in the structure -- although I won't say which one of them was accidental. ;) And the lap thing is a reference to an earlier-DH fic that only exists as a mental outline at this point, but I love to think of them doing that too!
Merry: Merryquillmerryb87 on May 20th, 2008 05:10 pm (UTC)
This is great! I love how you captured the emotion, the difficulty of the situation, and how Remus would still be worried about Teddy being a werewolf, even after he's born. Not to mention Tonks' worries for Remus because of his injuries.

I love how you kept Remus in character even when he is all fuzzy! He was still very much Remus the entire time, with the worry and still a little keeping his humor. Great job with the fic and the prompt!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm especially happy to hear you thought Remus was still recognizable when he was transformed, heh.

I think in canon (if we follow the real moon phases for 1998), Remus never had a chance to find out that Teddy wasn't a werewolf -- yet another thing about their fate in DH that makes me sniff.
Tove: Duck_or_Rabbit quillduck_or_rabbit on May 20th, 2008 06:30 pm (UTC)
Your fic is today's rec over at afterthree's HP rec site!


Go You!

I'll be back later to review. I'm at work so can't LJ right now!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 20th, 2008 10:19 pm (UTC)
Woo! Thanks for letting me know! :)
katyhasclogs: Awwkatyhasclogs on May 20th, 2008 11:38 pm (UTC)
*Rolls eyes at Remus*

I thought this was wonderful. It felt very true to them and I liked the way you resolved so many of their issues. I also really liked the way you showed all the facets of Remus' personality; the anxious, insecure, self-flagelating side and the humourous, kind and loving side.

I liked the use of the floo best though. What a clever idea! It seems so simple and obvious a way to check on him and yet I've never seen it anywhere before. Brilliant!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 21st, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)
Thanks for the kind words! I'm happy that you thought this was true to character, even though it's AU. I did want to explore a few different moods for Remus, although at the beginning I think I just meant for him to be honestly frightened for his child, more than self-flagellating (for a change)...

As for the Floo, I guess we don't really know -- JKR's werewolves aren't hurt by silver, so maybe fire isn't any problem for them either, but it seemed like a useful plot device, so I went ahead and used it. ;)
What's Taters, Precious?: Quill Tatermrstater on May 21st, 2008 03:06 am (UTC)
Oh, brava! I think this might just be my favorite story you've ever written. It's sweet and sensitive and sad and funny and just...everything I look for in an R/T fic. This is their future, I don't care what JKR put in the book that got published.

I love so much about this fic that I'm not really sure where to begin! I love the scene of them lying on the couch with Remus' head in Tonks' lap. I love the contrast of her faith against his fear.

And the werewolf scene -- that was such a sensitively written scene. I think the best part was Tonks' hesitation, how she wishes Remus had actually asked her to come, admitting her into this part of his life. But that it happens like this, I think is very true to both your characters: Remus just needs to see what she asserts -- that it really is a million times, she's never going to stop, never going to be put off by anything to do with him. That she'll even kiss him fuzzy.

I always love your Remus, and that's no exception here, but I think your Tonks absolutely shines. She's stubborn and funny and just...She's Tonks and I love her.

This is definitely one I'll read again and again. Thank you so much for writing it.
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 21st, 2008 03:57 am (UTC)
Oh -- wow -- thank you so much for such kind comments!

This is their future
I really, really thought that after all these two had to put up with in HBP and early DH, they would have a chance at a happy ending and time to heal some of those hurts. *sigh*

I'm glad you liked the couch scene; I'm planning to write a lot of cuddling (and establishing of trust) into the DH parts of Kaleidoscope. :) The werewolf scene was fun to write, too; circumstances pushed them into it, but it was good for both of them to finally get that step over with.

Thanks again -- I'm delighted that you liked this!
Carolinecae_prince on May 21st, 2008 03:16 am (UTC)
This was so lovely! Being as I hadn't checked out the rest of your stories in this fic-verse, I went back and read all of them first before coming back to read this one.

Post DH, I've been looking for good denial fics, and this verse rates on the top as one of my favourites!

You've conveyed Remus' anxieties very clearly here, and Dora is his strength and voice of reason here, a role usually assumed by Remus in the Order.

Its not very often that I've come across good scenarios where Tonks encounters the wolf!Remus, and you've written out this encounter so beautifully, I had to re-read it. gilpin25 points out the parallels I noticed and I loved the way you convey this side of Tonks that we never got to see in the books.

And as I had long hoped before DH came out, its nice to see Remus recovering in more ways than one. Brilliant work!

PS: Mind if I friended you?
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 21st, 2008 04:21 am (UTC)
Thank you for the lovely comments!

I'm glad you liked Tonks here. We know she's impulsive and clumsy, but if she's an Auror, I figure she's got to be competent too, and what we see of her in HBP shows that she's got persistence and force of will where Remus is concerned. So I hope my take on her is plausible...

I'm very happy to hear this got you interested in other stories in the ficverse (and I would be delighted to have you friend me)!
belladonna1986: red quillbelladonna1986 on May 21st, 2008 07:19 pm (UTC)
Oh I really like this fic very much!

I think I never read something quite like this before, so it was interesting and refreshing and also typically Remus to worry about his son that much.
Great story and I hope to read more of this series, since it's interesting and well written!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 21st, 2008 10:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the encouragement! It makes me happy to know you thought this was a little different, and are interested in reading more in the series.
hrymfaxe: R/Thrymfaxe on May 21st, 2008 08:18 pm (UTC)
What a lovely story! My heart clenches for Remus being unable to hold in his fear and having to hold his son close as he fears for his future. And the thought of not knowing how Teddy fares while Remus is transformed must have been awful!

I love the image of Remus lying with his head in Tonks lap and with Teddy on his stomach...

The meeting between Tonks and Remus as a werewolf was very well done! I think that it would perhaps take a situation like this to make Remus agree to let her come and see him. As he says himself, he was hoping she would never see him that way... And then her impulsiveness and her being just generally Tonks has so befuddled him that he is able to make fun of the situation. *hugs Remus hard while Tonks isn't looking*

Very good little story. Thank you so much for sharing!
shimotsuki: metamorfic_moonshimotsuki on May 21st, 2008 10:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for the comments. I'm glad you found it plausible that it might take extreme circumstances to get Remus to let Tonks come and check on him. And I'm sure he appreciates the hug.

I love the image of Remus lying with his head in Tonks lap and with Teddy on his stomach...

I know your muse keeps you very, very busy and you've got all kinds of projects going on, but if you ever felt like having a go at that image, I definitely would not stand in your way. ;)

Thanks again for reading! I'm happy you liked this.