About Harry

Hermione

We are around the kitchen table, I cooked dinner for everybody. Sunrise is clean and glowing after Harry made her take a bath and he is fresh shaven. She is all intent on feeding him, dipping her spoon clumsily in her soup, blowing on it and stuffing it in his mouth.

'Do you like it?' She asks as she feed him another half empty spoon 'Aunt Minny made it!' she twitters brightly after having gulped down the one Harry gave her.

'Yes, I do very much. Aunt Hermione cooks very well, doesn't she?' he says winking at me.

'Yes', she says frowning, concentrated in taking another spoon of her soup.

'I'm going to learn to do it too' he says cleaning her mouth with her bib 'So I'll be able to cook nice dinners for you'

'Like mummy?' she asks toying now with the soup left in the plate.

He takes gently the spoon away from her fingers and starts to feed her the remaining meal 'Yes, like mummy' he says trying to keep his smile on.

After dinner and night preparations we sit all together on the sofa listening to Sunrise, in her soft pyjama, chatting away happily. At nine o'clock when her eyelids start to drop, Harry lay her down on the pillow and cover her with the duvet, laying down close to her, keeping her hand and watching her slumbering. I slip from the sofa to turn off the light. I take my book and I go to the kitchen feeling positive that things are only going to improve from now on.

Leo is waiting behind the window, I open it and he pops inside, there is a scroll attached to his leg.

It's the lawyer, there are all the papers to commence the divorce procedure. I sit on the chair studying them and I sigh. This is what I want, I'm sure of it, yet it takes all my courage to take a quill and sign them. I know a hard time is waiting for me, the hardships will be many and great, and I know my reward will be only solitude as I know Ron will hate me forever for this, but I need to start a new life and try, bit by bit, to get free from these chains thar are binding me. This is the first step; therefore, my signature is needed.

I get profit from Leo presence (knowing that George won't mind) to start a letter for Charlie informing him that I will be back very soon and, going a moment to peer in the living room, I see Harry sleeping soundly close to his daughter, their heads touching, their curls mingled, and I'm now positive I won't need to return here again.