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Not long after they became husband and wife, Andromeda complained of feeling ill every morning, along with the obsessive need to eat peanuts. It scared her to death. What could this mean?

She told Ted this as they were getting ready for the beginning of another day. In reply, he said sympathetically, “Well, that’s not good…” Then his face erupted into a big grin, and he laughed hysterically.

“What?!” she demanded, placing her hands on her hips. “This is serious! I need to go to St. Mungo’s. Something’s wrong with me!”

Ted put an arm around her shoulder. “I know you’ve been surrounded by magic your whole life, but this is too funny… Dromeda, I think you’re pregnant!”

Andromeda could’ve kicked herself. She’d known that it was possible, yet it sounded so Muggle-ish, for some reason. Living in a magical world sometimes made her forget that things like becoming a mother were universal. Now that she knew for sure, she couldn’t stop herself from bouncing up and down with Ted, their arms enveloped around each other.

A visit to a Muggle doctor confirmed the wonderful news. Andromeda had to be convinced by Ted, more than once, that a stethoscope wouldn’t hurt her, much to the bewilderment of the doctor. He must’ve thought that she was psychotic. But she had been willing to see how the Muggles treated pregnancy, and when the time came, she found that their hospitals were very clean and comfortable.

It was on a beautiful April day that the newest Tonks was born; a girl. Andromeda gazed down at the baby in her arms, while Ted sat on the side of her bed.

“Aw. Her eyes are brown, like yours!” She had to blink a second later, amazed at what she was seeing. “No, wait... they’re green.” She’d only heard of this condition, but she knew it, just the same. Her daughter was a Metamorphagus! She could alter the color of her eyes, the shade of her hair, even the shape of her entire face. The changes would be very random until she learned to control it when she was older.

Ted chortled. “Wow. Isn’t that a sight? Never thought I would meet a Metamorphagus. How cool is that?” Astonishment suddenly came over his face. “Dromeda, we haven’t talked about a name yet. We’ve been so busy with work and such that we haven’t gotten around to it!”

She knew he was right. How could they have not given this any thought before? “Well,” she decided, “her middle name could be Violet, in honor of your mum.”

Her husband beamed in appreciation. “She’d love that. Matter of fact, she and Dad will be here soon. Now, what about our daughter’s first name? What do you think of ‘Leanne’?”

Scrunching her nose, Andromeda told him, “That’s a beautiful name, but I don’t think it fits her, Ted. Someone with her abilities should have a more unique name. How about… ‘Dora’?”

“I like it,” Ted agreed. “Maybe it would be even more unique if we added something before it, though. Have you ever read Greek mythology?”

She nodded skeptically, wondering where he was going with this.

“Remember the nymphs, those beautiful creatures that look like women? What if we took ‘Nymph’ and combined it with ‘Dora’?”

Andromeda warmed up to the idea within a minute. Definitely unique, but it was still missing something. “Hmm… Let’s put an ‘a’ in the middle of them. Nymphadora.”

Ted tried out their daughter’s full name to see how it sounded: “Nymphadora Violet Tonks.” They glanced at each other cheerfully and linked their fingers together. The baby changed her hair color to Andromeda’s dark shade of brown.

“She likes it!” her mother cheered. “Feels like the name was made for her.” Then she realized with a pang: “Uh oh. We’ve got to get out of here before the doctor sees her using her powers… They’ll think she’s ill.”

Ted appeared to feel the same twinge of fear. The midwife had already seen Nymphadora change, and he’d had to cast Obliviate on her to prevent any questions. “I’ll ask a nurse if we can check you out now,” he assured her, leaving immediately for the door.

Andromeda had to giggle a bit, pondering the clash of worlds that was taking place. She looked into her daughter’s eyes and said, “Nymphadora, you’re going to be quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?”

In a twist of irony, Nymphadora Tonks would grow to despise her first name, preferring to just be called “Tonks”, or “Dora”, to Ted and Andromeda. Regardless, Dora brought so much fun to their lives. And she did seem to cause mischief wherever she went, mostly the kind involving her terrible coordination. With her, the Tonks family had twenty-five years of joy.

Then came Lord Voldemort, and an era that would shake the foundation of their bliss.