Crystal Balls: #91 Future

“She’ll be a great witch some day,” Ted Tonks ran his hand lightly over the tiny bald baby that Andromeda held clutched to her chest.

“Happy, I hope,” Andromeda held Nymphadora just a bit too close and the baby squawked. Andromeda Black Lupin was adamant that above all else her daughter was happy. She’d lived under unrealistic expectations her whole life.

“And great,” Ted laughed in spite of the look Andromeda gave him. He pulled his hand back to reveal that the baby’s head was covered in a shock of pink hair. “And we’ll make sure she’s happy too.”