I've decided there should be a warning to this fic stating that it guarantees the reader a warm, contented after-glow! Because it wasn't just Tonks and Remus who were relishing their happy-ever-after throughout, but me along with them. You did a lovely job with this.

Having said that, I like the way it's made clear that the future holds a lot of work, and even more uncertainty. That it's Tonks who fears for Remus' previous happiness not surviving the war. (With good reason, after all she went through.) I loved the part where he wouldn't meet her eyes, and she thinks old ghosts may be surfacing again; instead it's because he wants to show her and Teddy off in lots of different ways and can't quite hide the grin.

I rather liked that the werewolves didn't make it easy for Remus - and why should they? - right up until the moment Teddy is produced. A baby is always a symbol of hope, of course, and after a war even more so, and to people who normally never get the chance to have a family, then he must be something of a miracle child indeed. Most of all I loved the idea that Remus, by gratefully accepting his good fortune, and relishing it, can make things happen for others; if he hadn't gone along with Tonks' suggestion of new robes, then the happy coincidence of discovering Madam Malkin's family history wouldn't have occurred. Positive thinking reaps big rewards.

Oh and I'm with the mirror: Remus' new robes sound very nice indeed! Now I'm off to enjoy that warm glow again. :D