The bedroom door closed with a slam as Severus Snape looked on at the pair of them with a arctic fury. "Your mother and Harry Potter are doing a fine job raising your son, Nymphadora. Lupin fell in the final battle." He turned to Fleur, his eyes blazing with restraint. "Fleur, if you would excuse me for a second, I need to have a private word Nymphadora here." The Headmaster turned and stalked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him as the sulky form of Tonks floated behind him.