Hermione pushed the door open, and the first thing he saw was the blazing smile on her face and her bright firewhiskey eyes – happiness written all over her. And then his eyes slid down and he saw, in her arms, the baby; Teddy Lupin. His cousin's child, which made the infant his first cousin once removed. Or possibly his second cousin – he could never keep genealogy straight, and didn't really care enough to work it out. At any rate, the tiny new-born was snuggled against her chest swaddled up in a bright knitted blanket, wispy dark purple baby fuzz atop his tiny head, and a small fist tangled in a thick hank of Hermione's wavy, chestnut brown hair.