Wotcher, everyone. This is my version of what would ve happened if Tonks and Lupin survived the Battle, Tonks POV. I understand if you don t like my version of their children, since I usually hate when people make it up. But still, enjoy, and please review!

I picked up Teddy from his bed and held him against me. He started to calm down a little, and stopped screaming. I smiled and put him back down. Remus groaned behind me. I turned around and saw my husbands hands grace over the spot where I'd just laid. I smiled lovingly and danced toward him. Big mistake. I fell over my feet and landed with a big crash on some of Teddy's toys on the floor.

Teddy's eyes flew open and he opened his mouth to release a wail. Remus sat straight up in the bed and looked around, bewildered.

"Dora? Dora!"

"Here," I groaned from the floor. I quickly pulled myself up and lifted Teddy into my arms again.

"What happened?" He asked sleepy.

"I just made Ted sleep, then I tripped on my way back to bed."

He shook his head. "You're amazing."

"I know," I said, watching Ted fall back asleep, then putting him back to his own bed.

I reached the bed without accidents this time. I settled under the sheets and snuggled into Remus' chest. He wrapped his arms around me.

"We should take him out to see everyone tomorrow," I mumbled.

"Yeah," he agreed. "We should." He fell asleep in seconds.

I smiled widely into the darkness. Everything is perfect now. The war is over. Voldemort's dead. Kingsley is the Minister of Magic, all the Death Eaters are gone. And best of all, werewolves aren't social outcasts anymore, and Remus can work. Hence, I'm happier than I've ever been. And, tomorrow, I'm going with my husband to show our child to all the survivors. I snuggled closer to Remus' sleeping form and fell asleep, too.