Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, so anything you recognise is
hers, and not mine.  A/N: Written for milkchocolates, who
requested a happy meet-the-parents fic.  At first, she hadn't
known entirely what to make of him.  His clothes were rather
shabby, too thin and darned in places, but on closer inspection
she noted that they'd been patched with impeccable tiny
stitches, neatly finished and with evident care. His hair hung
in his eyes, and he was a little pale and tired-looking, but his
expression was boyish and alive, and his smile on the doorstep
had been warm and his gaze no less so, and so she'd taken his
hand and welcomed him into their home with genuine pleasure to
meet him.  In truth, he wasn't at all what she'd been expecting.
Nymphadora's boyfriends had never been entirely suitable, but up
until now, they'd been a kind of oddly uniform unsuitable,
dragon hide jackets and slack accents, unwashed hair and
unpolished shoes, the kind of men one would cross the street to
avoid. But this boyfriend was nothi