Harry watched as Hermione took out a book and flipped through the pages. She tried to be discreet, pretending as if it was no big thing, just some research. He might have bought it were it not for the fact that he had looked at that particular page more times than he could count since they left. A picture taped next to the passage on Patronuses in a DADA text book. Taken during the summer, sometime between the loss of Mad-Eye and the disasterous wedding, a happy afternoon captured in a snap shot of Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny. He would stare at that picture and pretend they were just four mates, two couples, one family. Happy, like any other normal kids. He would pretend that he didn't live in a war zone, that in the next moment he wouldn't face the possibility of death, that he hadn't lost more people than any person should, that he hadn't had to give up the girl he loved to protect her. He would look at his adopted family and pretend.