The sound of a baby’s wail echoed through the house, the seven hour labour finally over.
Andromeda took the baby, immediately wrapping it in a blanket.
“It’s a boy!” she said, hurriedly checking everything was okay.
“A boy? A boy? Did you hear that, Dora?” Remus breathed excitedly. He was sitting beside the bed, his wife gazing happily, exhaustedly, up at him.
“Come and cut your son’s umbilical cord, Remus,” said Andromeda.
Remus clumsily stood from the chair and walked, in a daze, to the foot of the bed. Your son. A boy. My son.
Andromeda clasped the cord in two places and Remus, shakily taking a pair of surgical scissors from her, cut the cord between Andromeda’s hands. Andromeda instantly leant over the baby, so that Remus could no longer see him. Filling with dread, Remus exclaimed in a shaky voice, “what’s wrong? Is something wrong? Is he okay?”
“What? What’s happened?” he heard his wife ask fearfully.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Andromeda said soothingly, and she picked up the baby, and placed him gently in Remus’ arms. Remus half laughed, a wide smile of wonder spreading over his face. Holding the baby carefully, as though he were made of glass, Remus slowly brought his son over to his wife, who had feebly pushed herself up to lean against the head board. He placed the child in his wife’s arms, who looked at the baby with more tenderness and love in her expression than Remus had ever seen.
Remus sat in the chair by the bed once again, desperately trying to pull it even closer. He soon settled, and stroked the baby’s soft hair with gentle fingers. He caught sight of the baby’s tiny fat fist, opening and closing as he cried, and Remus touched it. The small hand clasped his index finger with surprising tightness and strength.
“Merlin, how could I ever have wanted to leave you?” he asked his son quietly, so quietly that his wife did not hear. Inside, he screamed his thanks to Harry; Harry, that boy who was so like his father, who had yelled some sense into him, who Remus had attacked…
“Can we call him Ted, after my Dad?” Tonks asked suddenly. Remus saw, out of the corner of his eye, Andromeda’s face light up.
“Yeah. That’s a good name. Suits him.” There was a brief, hesitant pause. “Can we make Harry Godfather? Please?”
“Well, of course,” said Tonks, as if she had been thinking of nothing else. “There’s no one better.” She looked down at her still crying child, and quietly unbuttoned her gown, guiding the child to her breast. Ted immediately began to feed, and Remus smiled even wider.
“Merlin, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said. He felt as if nothing could make him happier. Everything was bright and beautiful in the world, and the war was a million miles away, if even there at all.