"Not at all, love," Remus uttered as he leant closer. "He looks like you."
"What lovely dark hair," Narcissa said with a smile as she admired the infant,
dabbing an embroidered handkerchief at the corners of her eyes.
"For now." Andromeda smiled slyly. "If he's anything like his mother, it'll change
soon enough."
Dora looked up and grinned at Remus. "You should go tell the others."
"I will later," he said, gently sitting on the bed beside her. He tenderly brushed the
tips of his fingers over the black hair on his son's head. "He looks a lot like Harry did when
he was born."
"Harry should be godfather," Dora told him with a smile.
Remus grinned. "Sirius is going to be put out."
"I know," she said mischievously, as if that were the whole point. "But it'll tie Harry
into the pack tighter. And Hermione should be godmother."
"Of course." Remus laughed. As though they would pick anyone else. "I'll tell her
when, well, when things are better." Meaning, of course, when she was no longer
Hermione.
"Hermione Granger?" Andromeda lifted a brow. "The little Muggle-born friend of
Harry Potter? The one that Bella.. ." she began to say, but the look on Narcissa's face
had her stopping her sentence. "I didn't realise that she was very close to the pair of you."
Narcissa grinned smugly, her blue eyes dancing with mischievous delight. "You
mean you don't know?"
May 18th, 1998"We're rebuilding everything," Kingsley said with a grin as he stood in the entryway
of number twelve, staring at Harry, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, and Draco. "And we could use
your help. There's only so much that can be done in the Wizengamot, but I'll be working
on that. In the meantime, we've lost too many good Aurors in the war, and, well... I'm
offering you all a position."
"Absolutely!" Harry said immediately. "When do we start?"