About Harry

Hermione

I wake up late, some pallid rays of sun make way through the window, I squint against the light of the morning, and I look about me. Harry is not there but my dirty clothes left on the chair are now clean and neatly folded.

Tonight, after he thanked me, he slumped back on the pillow exhausted and fell asleep not long after that.

My flush was so intense the room seemed illuminated and that together with the fact that my heartbeat was so fast it was audible, I decided to get a shower to calm myself.

In my rush to leave Rumania I didn't get anything with me, so I wore one of his sweatpants and a t-shirt and I got to bed to his side, I rested my hand on his chest and accompanied by the gentle movement of it, I managed to slumber peacefully, and it has been so deep I didn't hear him leaving the room.

I rise on my elbow rubbing my eyes, some hushed voices come from the kitchen. I amble over there sleepily, wondering what time it is and how long I slept.

Getting close, Ted's hushed voice catch my ear 'I think it's the only way' he is stating.

'I don't know' Harry replies leerily 'What about the boys?'

'They could...' but he tails off seeing me. Harry, following his gaze, perceives me too and smiles affectionately.

'Good morning' he greets me 'I just made coffee. Do you wanna a cup?'

The smell of it invades my nostrils and my heart swell with sheer joy seeing him seemingly so serene, smiling and overall alive. I succeed in a nod at which he jumps up from the chair preparing a cup for me.

Ted is leaning against the kitchen counter with his healer uniform still on, surely, he popped here at the end of his shift to check on him. He has got a pensive steadfast expression and follow Harry's movements around the room.

I sit around the table while Harry leaves a cup of fuming coffee and some toasts in front of me. As he does, I spot his forearm. There are three identical long vertical lines instead of the single one that used to be there. I frown, usually the healing charm prevents the forming of scars. He glimpses me staring at it and smiling uneasy he tugs down his sleeve.

'I gotta go now. Think about what I told you, we will discuss it another time' Ted says to Harry leaving the counter with a fleeting glance at me.

'Ok, Ted. Thanks for everything'

I stare from one to the other enquiringly, but none explain.

'Do you need another potion before I go?' he asks looking at him studiously.

'Nope. I feel quite all right' he answers sitting down.

'Can I count on your promise?' Ted asks again searchingly.

'Yes, you can. I'll be on my best behaviour from now on' he half smiles drinking his coffee 'say hello to Victoire' but then, in the silence that follows, his smile vanishes and he sombre up. He runs a hand in his hair uneasy and staring in his cup, he mutters 'Would you mind keeping what happened quiet? I don't want the boys to find out'

We both murmur an agreement at which he adds 'Thank you, I'm really grateful for what you have done. I won't give you any more troubles'

As soon as Ted is gone, I ask him what they were talking about, but he shrugs smiling 'About the future...' he answers evasively. I try to get more details about what this future may be, but he doesn't seem inclined to give any 'He gave me some advice on what to do' he mumbles vague and then add 'I need to ask you a favour Hermione. I know you have already done much for me, but I need to ask you this last thing'