Kingsley Shacklebolt sighed.

There had been fourteen years since the war ended. There had been fourteen years since Harry defeated Voldemort.

Everything was good, as good as can be, except one thing.

Everyone had expected Remus and Nymphadora Lupin to live happily forever after with their son Teddy after the war.

No one had expected what had happened.

Remus Lupin had left his family once again – this time for a whole different reason than the times before.

He had met another woman.

He had explained calmly to Dora – Dora, who'd gave up so much, offered so much because of her love for him – that he didn't love her anymore. That he wanted to start a new life with this new woman. The shocked Metamorphmagus had asked; what about their son? What about Teddy? Didn't his son mean anything to him?

No, the werewolf had answered.

The next day, the only proof that Remus Lupin had once been in their life was filed divorce papers on the kitchen table.

Kingsley shook his head. The old Tonks they all knew had disappeared the same moment Remus Lupin said that he didn't love her. She hadn't let go of her son Teddy for a second, holding him tightly to her chest as she asked Kingsley to transfer her somewhere, anywhere.

Of course, Kingsley hated the idea. Tonks was the best Auror in the squad. But he knew better than to argue with a heartbroken, single-mother Nymphadora. And so Tonks and Teddy had moved to the United States.

The transfer had technically been a success. Even the wizards and witches in Britain had heard about the best Auror in the US's squad – Nymphadora Tonks. She put all her energy down on Teddy and work, but when Teddy went to Hogwarts, and she was alone on the other side of the ocean, she cried herself to sleep.

Kingsley knew this because Dora had no one else to tell. She didn't want to confide in Molly anymore since that would just remind her of her and Remus. Second, Kingsley was the only one who came to the States sometimes, to 'check that his Auror was doing her job'. Read; listen to said Auror's complaints.

It had been this way for years now. Everyone missed Tonks, everyone wanted to see Teddy, and no one had seen Remus for about ten years. Kingsley knew that Dora desperately wanted to see everyone again, but she knew that Britain would painfully remind her of Remus. Following Teddy to King's Cross two times a year was hard enough.

But all of this was going to change.