You’re propped up against the pillows in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, still breathless and sweating, your body trembling from the effort. The world feels hazy—warm and bright and unreal—until Teddy steps into view.

He’s cradling two tiny bundles in his arms, wrapped snugly in soft blankets. Both babies have dummies in their mouths, making the gentlest little squeaks. Teddy’s own hair has already shifted to a soft, glowing green—his emotions spilling out in color.

“They’re perfect.”

His voice is barely a whisper, full of awe. He kneels beside your bed and gently turns the blankets so you can see.

Two tiny faces, pink and peaceful. At first, you catch the familiar mop of brown hair—Remus’s hair. Their eyes, though still blinking open slowly, are the warm, deep brown you’ve always loved. But the moment Teddy settles them into your arms, something shimmers.

A pulse of color ripples through their hair. Brown. Then a soft lilac. Then the most brilliant, playful purple—matching Teddy’s magic like a mirror.

Your breath catches.

Teddy was grinning, teary-eyed “Metamorphmagi… just like us.”

He sits beside you, pressing his forehead gently against yours as the babies’ purple curls glow in the morning light.

“Look at them… look what we made. They’re absolutely perfect.”